Icons II


Take two, enjoy, and yeah, I know the format was wrong for the first two... blame an over-eager Photoshop urge! ^_^

Aaridys
'S'il y a une vérité, c'est qu'elle est bien déguisée.'

Musique: Opening film d'Escaflowne
Humeur: Préparée

Icons

Playin' around with D&D characters, some from my own game, others from the second. Feel free to steal. ^_^

Aaridys

'Il n'y a pas de justice, seulement la volonté de l'individu'

Where to now? Ryu Ue

Humeur: Bof

Musique: 'The Real Slim Shady' Eminem

At night
I stand in this place
Alone

In my heart
The eyes of my family
The arms of my destiny

Encircle me
Choke me and crush me
Death

A soft kiss
A bloom in the moon

Ah, your soft lips on mine
Your pliant hips as we rock in the dark
Ours breaths conflicting

Sighs on the wind
Caresses, sleeping
Never leave me

Lest I crumble away

Ryu Ue

Music: Prince of Persia 3 ending

About the future

Recently, I've been subtly but surely immersed in a world in which conversations irremediably link back to babies. Maybe it's because I'm coming to "that age" as my mother would so delicately put it or simply because people my age and a little older start thinking about such things about now.

Whatever the reason, it uttlery puzzles me. Although I will not be the one to resist the chance to coo and cuddle with a cute toddler, just thinking of the outrageously ridiculous possibility of myself going through the life-changing process of having a child leaves me ironically amused.

Personnally, I do not think I shall ever have children and although this would have come accross as something to be sad about a while back, I certainly does not anymore. I'll simply enjoy fussing over children for as long as they are cute and smiley. After that, please mommy, take it back! *laughs*

It's not that I don't want any - at least certainly NOT now! It's a feeling I have and it really doesn't bother me. To echo my melodramatic and horribly cliché'd mother, "the time will come, you'll feel it when you're ready." Funny how those quotes just make my hair stand in all the wrong ways. I hate being mainstreamed.

My sister and I found an interesting comparison to this the other day. We both felt like 'normal' molds weren't cutting it and there came forth the Kraft Dinner Analogy.

Sister - You think we're all the same?
Me - Like what?
Sister - Um... like... I don't know... packaged food?
Me - What?! Packaged food? You mean, like Kraft Dinner?
Sister - Eww! I hate to think of myself in terms of dehydrated cheese!
Me - You started it...
Sister - What I meant was that... well, okay! Let's say we're all like Kraft Dinner. Kraft tries its best to make all the boxes the same, so that when you buy it, you get the same thing every time.
Me - I still can't believe you're using Kraft Dinner as a comparison to life. We're seriously messed up!
*laughs*
Sister - So, anyhow, when you go to the grocery store, you already KNOW what your Kraft Dinner will taste like, even before you buy it. It's some sort of secure food investement.
Me - This is getting even worse. Financial profiles following packaged food and worse... Kraft Dinner!
Sister - But admit it was predictable. And that's what I hate.
Me - Being predictable?
Sister - Isn't that what being 'normalised' means?
Me - I see, but, sorry to burst your bubble sister, but you and I are entirely too predictable if you ask me.
*laughs*
Sister - That's just cuz we lived together for what, 18 years and share about a quarter of our genetic background!
Me - *pause* or maybe it's because I'm regular Kraft Dinner and you're the special spirally thingy?
*gets pummeled by pillow*
Sister - Forget it! You're just the cheap copy brand!
*laughs*

...

Food as an analogy of life. There you have it.

Furthermore, I'm being utterly traumatized by a Naruto fanfiction I'm currently reading which I should have dropped many many chapters ago. It was originally a Neji/Shikamaru pairing, which extended into Naruto/Sasuke which at a certain lenght I may have tolerated but now the author is destroying my brain by forcing pictures of Choji and Gaara naked together into it. What's worse is she's entering my squick territory by brigning up front a nasty combination of Sexy no Jutsu and m-preg and that is just *wrong*. Why am I still reading it? Someone threathen me with a gun please. I feel like a kid morbidly staring as a huge car crash unfolds in front of his eyes, with bits of people flying everywhere and yet... I am unfazed.

Gosh, someone throw me a bone or... the next best thing, a Neji plushie!

Aaridys
'What I think is what I know, what you know is what I tell you.'
Strength will come, but at what price? Ryu Ue

Humeur: Deranged
Musique: Fahrenheit with choir, Immediate Music

edit: Itachi being repentent and crying like a f***ing Mary Sue... I am the only one who has to run to the bathroom at the mere thought of such a situation?

Evil

I am the Devil, I am thee who walks the Earth, he who created it from jealousy and it is I who shall possess it, at the end of times. I, who refused to worship a creature made of mud and clay, that was given from Him what we only could guess at. My knees shall never bend to such a being.

I am Evil, I am Beelzebub, I am Samael and Azazel and I will give to Man the means to destroy himself. I shall teach him to listen to my beloved children. Treatchery, hypocrisy, hate, vengeance, vice, adultery, name them I know them for I bore them, committed them first so that Man could fear them.

I am Lucifer, the "Light of Dawn", the prince of Babylon the whore. I take upon me the evils of others for they are originated from me. In the Grand Plan, I am the Prince of Darkness and at the end of times, I shall vanquish His Son.

Upside down in the circles of Hell, I wait the End of Days so that I might devour those in Limbo. My arms will stretch to the Earth and I shall crush them, three at a time, one in each mouth and I shall be the Great Horned Beast, the dragon that lurks underneath the skirts of the Virgin as she gives birth to the Son of God. I shall devour Him.

I am Evil and I exist until Apocalypse - and after.

Aaridys
'Ce que l'histoire ne dit pas, je le dirai.'
What is your justice? Ryu Ue

Humeur: Songeuse
Musique: 'Living Dead Girl' Rob Zombie

Which Ue Clan Branch do you belong to?

Take the quizz here:

http://quizilla.com/users/aaridys/quizzes/Which%20Ue%20Clan%20do%20you%20belong%20to%3F/

Aaridys
'Ce que l'histoire ne dit pas, je le dirai.'

Humeur: Accomplished
Musique: Les chars qui passent...

Going back

Wow... was browsing through old pictures lying around on Cosplay.com and my computer and I stumbled on this:

XD - my-god- the memories, especially knowing how much of all this was made and the stories behind them... Those were the early, glory days of permapress... all hail the mighty cheap fabric!

HAIL!

Now then...

Tennis balls, hell yes... and did you know that Mitsukake actually wore those pants later on in the year to school?! ............. or was it the shirt? Aw, well, harm's done anyways :3

Suboshi's orange bracers and leg 'armor' were so tight he needed help every time to velcro them on. Mitsukake had about a pound of gel in his hair and the bleach....... the HORROR!

Although I must commend him for finding a way to pose with those feathered tennis balls, making him look fierce and them look like they floated. Knowing him now, I wonder why I wondered... -_-;

Men with dark - correction, very dark - hair should never be bleached... like my luvely sista' says... evah! Suboshi dragged that color around for what - a year? And then it was off with Ferio and the green... *snicker* That one I shall remember.

It always brings a tear to my eye, no offence!

Those poor poor boys... the fangirl service never meant anything to them before that day. It does now, believe me.

I wonder what's on the scroll...

Can someone give me a cookie?

Aaridys
'Huh?'
You wanna root? WHAT?! Ryu Ue

Mood: Too dumb to know, too late to care.
Musique: Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey-hey-hey, go-odbye!

Easy come, easy go...

Bang bang, you're dead!

See you, space coybow...

Aaridys
'La rétribution ne viendra pas du ciel, elle viendra de moi.'
Believing in your values is not an excuse for an obtuse mind, Ryu Ue

Humeur: Massacrée
Musique: 'Have a Nice Day' Bon Jovi (y'en a qui en ont besoin)

Ah oui... j'ai mon diplôme! Merci à mon travail de venir me chier cette belle journée...

The Devil speaks

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Low
Sloth:	Very High
Envy:	Medium
Lust:	Medium
Pride:	Low

The Seven Deadly Sins Quiz on 4degreez.com

Considering my ridiculously low levels of anger and pride... I must wonder at the accuracy of this test... although the sloth score does me justice!

Aaridys

Loves Shikamaru to the bone!

Humeur: Fatiguée
Musique: 'True Colors' Cyndi Lauper

Je dévoile, tu dévoiles, elle dévoile... AH!

Alors que le look de la femme plastique revient en force, j'assiste à un phénomène troublant et quelque peu désarçonnant depuis le début de l'été, voire même des chaleurs printanières et je nommerai: le culte de la bedaine molle.

Sans aucune offense aux jeunes demoiselles qui souffrent d'un léger surplus de poids et même aux dames qui souffrent d'un léger ramollissement des tissus, auriez-vous l'extrême obligeance de recouvrir ces hideuses parties de votre anatomie afin de préserver un minimum de dignité et de respect pour vous-même et les autres? Il est vrai que de dévoiler son nombril est érotique, mais certainement pas lorsque celui-ci oscille et tressaute aux moindres soubresauts de vos os pubiens et dépasse généreusement de la ligne déjà serrée d'un jeans seconde-peau ou d'un pareo négligemment mal attaché.

On se bat contre les poignées d'amour et pourtant, moult jeunes filles se vêtent de jeans trop bas et trop serrés, plaçant sur un piédestal ces excès de chair déjà disgracieux. Ne savez-vous pas qu'en évitant de comprimer les chairs comme vous le faites si bien, vous répartissez la masse avantageusement et lissez votre silhouette? Alors pourquoi, mais pourquoi?! Et puis, sachez-le, des jeans trop serrés donnent des vaginites. Adieu plaisirs libertins...

Femmes enceintes, abstenez-vous de favoriser vêtements serrés et jupes portées sous la taille qui n'obtiennent comme réactions que des froncements douteux et des exclamations niaises d'une patronne préménopausée.

Ce que je m'apprête à affirmer est égoïste au premier degré et n'est que le fruit de mon jugement sur la chose et donc, absolument non-négociable. Si vous êtes la fière propriétaire d'un ventre flasque et rebondissant, habillez-le avec respect; cachez-le ou, supportez-le. Comme dirait si bien Molière: 'Cachez ce ventre que je ne saurais voir!' De voir vos cellules adipeuses mises bien en évidence est peu ragoûtant, voire même écoeurant et me pousse à des comportements primaires et dont je n'assumerai aucunement la responsabilité.

Mon but n'est pas d'oprimer votre droit à votre expression personnelle mais de vous sensibiliser à ce problème social qui fait peu pour mettre en avantage notre belle culture. Alors mesdemoiselles et mesdames conernées, prenez-vous le pour dit, petite bedaine molle deviendra grande; prenez-en soin dès aujourd'hui et donnez-lui le respect qu'elle mérite.

Aaridys

Humeur: 'The stars are veiled...'
Musique: LOTR 'Return of the King'