Going To Hell...Who's Coming With Me?

I have proto-ideas that I would like to write. I have...sorta-kinda words, at least when in impractical-for-writing places like the shower.

I also have a mental block where opening a writing program = too much pressure re: quality.

Which is stupid, because a) it's porn and b) I desperately need to goose my income for October, because September has been shit. New words...any new words...will help achieve this. WE LIKE MONEY, BRAIN, Y U GOTTA BE THIS WAY?

(I have also utterly failed at writing fanfic for the past month, so this isn't just a "zomg professional writing is too much pressure" thing. Brain is just really fucking contrary atm.)

This is...odd for me, as my cure for melancholy is usually "play something ear-bleeding at extremely high volume until my blood boils the sad out". (This is why I blame my tinnitus directly on my depression.) It is not, "sing off-key along with Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash and Marty Robbins."

...the worst part of this is that now my NaNo is fighting a losing battle against my desire to write ALL THE WESTERN AUs. *facepalm* My brain is all full of horses and stetsons.

Edit: On the up side, cowboys = somewhat more compatible with NaNo than giant robots, so there's that. No, Silverbolt, you cannot be a Texas Ranger, STFU.

Last night, I had the brilliant idea to make an ice cream float with whiskey instead of root beer (totally delicious; would nom again), and then the less brilliant idea to keep drinking the whiskey once the ice cream was gone.

But that's not the point of this post.

No. The point is that, while I was slumped at my desk pouring tea down my throat, I pulled up my SJ Tucker playlist. And somehow girl pirates + drowning imagery + sacrificed to become an elemental avatar (+ the thought, "If any canon should have a horned god hanging around, it's Thundercats") fused into "Cheetara should be captured by a band of female pirates who are actually the daughters of a sea god, and ritually drowned to become that god's avatar. Rescue by the other 'Cats optional."

I won't write it, but I really really wish someone would.

Normally, I don't bother with sharing my frequently used words, but this one is honestly representative of my interests, so I had to share.

against airazor always arcee back before best better blackarachnia close could course didn't enough even gawdawful get girls go good he her here interesting just keep know make me my no not now okay only prompts really same see she should silverbolt sort team think tigatron too up words

(See, I'm not really joking when I say it's all girls all the time around here.)

Also, I think I am five prompts away from having written for ALL the prompts at beastwars_100. Granted, I have not made it through the full list as past prompts, but I will be really pleased with myself if I catch up with where I came in - crossovers - before Sunday.

In other news, I have practically bathed in calamine lotion and look like a My Little Pony.

During my not-drunken (but you'd be hard pressed to tell the difference) ranting about Beast Machines, I said, Also, just once when one of the good guys, for some half-assed reason, goes over to the bad guy's side? And the bad guy is doing the whole seduction-to-the-dark-side, "are you afraid you'll enjoy it?" routine? I would like the good guy to go, "You know, you're right, this is kind of awesome," and blow the bad guy's head off.

To this, I would like to add that the next time someone objects to a perfectly sensible plan for winning with, "But then we're no better than the bad guys!" I would like the answer to be, "Hmm. Moral superiority versus saving thousands of lives. I opt for door number two." Followed by blowing the bad guy's head off and not immediately being corrupted by the horrible evils of practical behavior.

And now if you'll excuse me, I must go contemplate a Beast Machines AU that deviates from the series something like twelve minutes in and has nothing in common with canon besides the setup. As you might guess, this is all raisedbymoogles's fault.

But it did provide valuable data regarding my comfort levels re: posting fic. Which is to say, "Pretty damn non-existent."

In retrospect, finishing off my TV Tropes crawl with "Nightmare Fuel" and "High Octane Nightmare Fuel" was, perhaps, not the best idea when it was late...and dark...and the wind was rattling at the windows...and I was all...alone...

*wibble*

Luckily, once I forced myself down the hallway...past the gaping dark maw of the bathroom...into the safety of my bed, and pulled the covers over my head (and the cats assumed defensive positions on top of me), I was able to distract myself with, "Oh slag! If I go AU directly after Coming of the Fuzors, as was the plan, how in sweet hell do I get Blackarachnia free of Tarantulas? NO DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT NOISE! Beast Wars! FOCUS!"

So last night I dreamed I was in a parking lot, watching a bunch of teenage girls dressed as Princess Aurora (most in dresses that were more "senior prom" than "Disney Princess", and also, they had their hair dyed pink to match the dresses...one girl was in a pink cocktail dress with purple feathers at the neck, and hot pink curls...oh, and there was one chartreuse-haired Lois Lane. My brain is apparently populated by anime schoolgirls.) arrive for some kind of costume party. Anyway. This lead me to wake up thinking about costumes, because at the Disney Trick or Treat queenoftheskies and I knocked around the idea of going in costume next year, but didn't come up with anything to really go AS.

And of course, my mind went "Maleficent...Evil Queen..." because those ARE the Ladies of Disney Villainy, after all, and I love them best. But every year there are quite a few Maleficents and Evil Queens, and this year there were quite a lot of Queens of Hearts (both classic and Burton). And then it hit me.

Ursula. I can go as URSULA!

I mean, let's face it, I've got the build. The costume from the waist up is simple: a lavender leotard, a black strapless swimsuit over it (and likely, a sweatshirt under it, if it's as cold as it was this year), a bit of lavender body paint, blue eye shadow, screaming red lipstick and a white wig. Possibly I could even make myself an eel scarf to disguise the seam where the leotard ends and the body paint begins. The only real problem is from the waist DOWN.

How do I do proper looking tentacles that won't trip me (or violate Disney's silly rules about not endangering other guests), won't weigh a ton, and won't keep me off the rides? *ponder* I'm thinking maybe black sweat pants with two tentacles wrapped around or painted on the legs, and then... a half skirt of tentacles to the front and sides? Made of what? They're tentacles, they have to have some bounce/spring to them.

Thoughts, people, thoughts!

Advice on how to make them respond to my psychic commands to molest Jungle Cruise skippers also accepted.

I need an icon of Ursula doing that hip-shimmy thing SO HARD, guys.

Behold my thoughts on what I shall write for Spook Me! Tremble in terror at my unfiltered brain dump!

( Don't click if you prefer surprises come fic posting time. )

Last night I had a nightmare in which I went into a room where some sort of demon/reaper thing was trapped (I remembered, in dream, that deepbluesquee had summoned it, but I thought she'd dispelled it when she left and the room was safe), and something I did allowed it to grab me and start dragging me off to a Very Bad Fate. And I was screaming and pounding on the blacked out window, trying to get it to break and let light in, but that wasn't working. Lucky for me, queenoftheskies avatar showed up and blasted the thing (and then I wouldn't let her leave, until she called a Power Ranger to come babysit me).

(Not a talking car in sight, I'm sad to report. I think KITT's mad at me.)

And I woke up freaked so completely the fuck out that I didn't even mind that the cats had decided I needed to be covered from head to toe. Nightmares are less awful when you have a kitteh!Iolaus curled against your chest purring (Iolaus is the Cat of Endless Purr), and a Tygra to watch your back.

Unrelated, but I really fucking hate people who complain about medical costs (often with bonus racism of the "if I was an illegal alien, I wouldn't owe anything" variety), and yet who STILL oppose nationalized health care. This paragraph brought to you by just now being subjected to such a conversation.