dark_slippy_thing: (Default)
I have days off coming up. Real, honest to goodness days off, and they're all sometime this upcoming week. Three of them, actually. Not all in a row, but they'll be the only days off I get this month, and I have nothing better to do with them than draw icons.
Seriously.

So, here's the deal-- Instead of putting up a weekly round on Monday, I'm doing to do this week's contest a little differently.

The first ten people who comment here with reference pictures that display clothing and hair and who tell me what they'd like for a fairy will get icons sometime within the course of the week.

I'm not promising instantaneous icons- but if I get responses quickly enough and I actually am on the ball, I might do another of these again if I miraculously finish quickly.

Because I'll be doing these icons somewhat sporadically, I will not make a new post to display them all. I'll reply to each comment as I finish the icon.

Yes, I am crazy.
dark_slippy_thing: (Slippy Thing)
Sleep was not happening. In lieu of sleep, there was cold, and unsettling, and just a whole mess of not feeling well at all. And Valentine didn't much care for it, so he had managed to drag his miserable self back to the door, pausing again to marvel at the multitude of locks that his roomie had stuck to it, and he was out in the hallway yet again.
Maybe if he went to get something to eat, he'd feel a little better.
Eating, after all, always made Valentine feel better.

{OOC: For the eerie shadowy things. I'll be heading to work in two hours, so if you figure you can play quickly, he's open for other interaction as well after that, sure.}
dark_slippy_thing: (dot dot dot)
Valentine was quite proud that he'd managed to survive the week thus far. Granted, he had been doing so by camping out in his dorm room, bouncing one of his juggling balls up against the wall, but that was entirely beside the point. He was still breathing, and that was an accomplishment, really.
Although it really didn't do much for his mind-numbing boredom...
Sooner or later, he'd have to come out. And he would indeed.
Maybe tomorrow.

Throw the ball. Catch it. Throw it again.

It was all part of a grand plan to work up the nerve to face the school again after the insanity of the week before.
Because, as loathe as he was to admit it, Valentine was a coward.


[OOC: Door isn't open, but Valentine is free for interaction if you care to knock.]
dark_slippy_thing: (Default)


It's Setsuna and Mac. Congrats, both of you!


I'm mind-numbingly bored. SO. First two people to comment here with reference pictures and what you'd like as a fairy will probably wind up with icons by the end of the night.
Ready... set... GO!


(I'll respond to the winners with their icons, so keep an eye open here if you're one of the first two!)
dark_slippy_thing: (Default)
Oh, look! It's barely Monday now! So it's time for me to put up another draw!

You guys know the drill by now. Leave a comment and what you'd like as a fairy, and reference pictures, please. I don't really care to go chasing people down for references, so the least you can do if you want a free icon is dig them up for me in advance, right? Right.

Just to spice it up a little, I'm going to make this a two-icon prize post.

First person to comment here gets an icon automatically! And then I'll draw the weekly winner from the rest of you on Wednesday.

This week, entries without reference pictures and fairies will not be eligible. This may or may not remain the case, we'll see how well it works for me this round. It just makes it so much easier for me to have everything at ready, given that I work two jobs and still try to keep up with this crazy game.
'Sides, this is my contest and I'll be a brat and run it however I like. :P

Here are the icons for last week's winners:


I'll be posting them in the draw entry post the week after from here on in, in case the winners didn't catch them however I tried to get it to them. Once again, it's a matter of not having time to chase anyone down.

Ready? Set? Go!
dark_slippy_thing: (Shite!)
Clad in the 'Organization' clothing which Demyx had handwavily dug up for him last night, Valentine decided it might be safe to return to his room. For just a moment. And perhaps his roomie wouldn't kill him for the 'my clothes are pie' naked dance he had been doing yesterday morning.
He doubted it, but the announcements had said that things were turning back today, and so he had to check to see if, perhaps, his clothing had followed suit.
Stepping into his room, he thrilled to see his coat in a heap on the floor, and quickly snatched it up and pulled it on.
And then he scowled.
Underneath the coat, there was still pie. His pants, shirt, underwear, and shoes were lost.
It was about that point that he realized that something was moving about in his coat pocket, and he took a moment to get his bearings before investigating. The trio of glowy spheres that he kept on him at all times squirmed and wriggled about in his hand before one actually jumped free and pounded him a good one on the forehead.
This, apparently, was a new thing for Valentine, and he threw the balls across the room with a mighty holler before making a break for it, the three anarchist spheres hot on his heels every step of the way as he ran laps around his half of the room.
Apparently, they didn't much care to be juggled today.


[OOC: Feel free to investigate the yelling and suspicious bouncing sounds, if you don't mind a little slowplay-- I have to leave for work right away, but will be readily available at around 9:30 MST.]
dark_slippy_thing: (Future Fruit Fairy)
I had initially typed "weiners," which perhaps shows my state of coherency at 3:30 in the morning. I should really start going to bed at the same time as everyone else in my country does.
... Naah.

In any case, I'm doing the draw early today (3:30 is early, right?) because I might not get the opportunity to do so later in the day.
Because I work, and tend to be lazy after work.
That's my story. Sticking to it.

Perhaps because it's ridiculously late/early, I'm feeling extra masochistic ambitious this week, so rather than drawing one name, I'm going to draw three.

Congratulations to [livejournal.com profile] ihatedenmark, [livejournal.com profile] slr_mercury, and [livejournal.com profile] notthehulk! I'm not drawing your icons tonight because I have the hand-eye coordination of a wildebeest at the moment and they'll look like my cat did them!
But I do have a few days off work coming up this week.

I have refs of Hammie, but I have no reference pictures for Deadpool or Ami, and I'm not sure what Ami would like to have as a fairy. Please comment here as soon as possible with links to reference images-- I might not be as masochistic ambitious come Friday or so, so the sooner you have those pictures posted for me to see, the better. Link as many refs as you'd like, but keep in mind that I'll need at least one to be from the waist up for clothing references. Thanks!
dark_slippy_thing: (Shite!)
The handle to Valentine's closet door wiggled, then turned, and then the door swung open and out tumbled Valentine who, now brilliantly entirely clean of all traces of facepie, was searching for his clothes.
Which, by all rights, should have been on the floor in a heap, where they had been left.
In their stead, however, was clothespie. Bumbleberry, pumpkin, and coconut cream, mostly.
Trying not to wake the roomie or the serial pie-cleaner, he tiptoed across the room to gawk at the fantastic heap of no-longer-wearable clothing.
The only clothing to his name, actually.
Flailing his arms about like a flaily thing, he wondered to himself how the student body would react to a masked guy in a bedsheet toga.

[OOC: If anyone has ever had the burning desire to see Valentine flailing and naked, I suppose this is your chance.]
dark_slippy_thing: (Talking to myself)
Upon surviving the day with nothing worse than a bump on the head, Valentine had found his way back to his own, blissfully glitter-free but probably not entirely safe dorm room. For once, he showed no interest at all in the heavily-guarded side of the room that belonged to 6. Instead, he made his way over to his bed, which he shoved right into the corner, and huddled there. On his bed. In the corner. As you do.
In one hand was a mask. In the other hand was a mask. His face? Was still a mask.
And he was having a wonderful conversation with them.
As you do.
"It must have been the fish, you know," he said as he waved a scowling mask about. "I never did trust fish."
"Oh, no, no, not the fish again. I think it was the glitter," he said, bopping the other, a mask with a huge grin, around in his lap. "Nefarious, evil glitter. Grrr, grrrrrrr."
He paused. And he sighed, and he stared at the pair of masks.
"Not that it matters much, right? Not now that everything is back to normal. No disgusting pink fleshy naked face. All is well with the world."


[ooc: Open for interaction- Valentine isn't having important conversations with himself, really. --- Somewhere during the course of this post, it became ambiguously, and then obviously NWS. Click at your own risk to witness the facepie.]
dark_slippy_thing: (Default)
It's time again for the third installment of "Leave a name, get an icon!"

The drill is the same this time- comment and I'll draw a random name on Wednesday. Reference pictures are still love, and heck, if you can tell me what sort of fairy you'd like now, I could probably even get a head start on your icon before you've even checked to see if you've won. (Post what you'd like for a fairy and a reference picture in the comments, and heck, I'll just post your icon on Wednesday with a "congrats," rather than tracking you down. Sweet deal, huh?)

So, the draw is on Wednesday. Good luck!
dark_slippy_thing: (Jason - Dual Facepalming)
It was odd, but at some point through the course of the night, Jason had noticed a bit of a thump, and then he was warmer. Granted, there was that awkward weight that had pressed down on him through the rest of the night, but he wasn't going to bother to wake up to investigate. After all, it was mid-winter, and he was sleeping on the floor in a mess of glitter without benefit of blankets or a pillow. Any warmth, even if it came with a bump and some slight difficulty breathing, was worth tolerating at that point.
So, although it didn't come as a total shock when morning rolled around and Jason finally had the will to wake up and investigate, looking downward to see Shinn sprawled across him and sleeping soundly was still something of a surprise.
At least this morning they were both clothed.
Unable to really get up with someone sprawled out overtop him, Jason cleared his throat loudly and prodded the emo kid in the shoulder.


[OOC: Yep, Shinn and the room have been modded with permission this morning. The door is probably still open a crack for proper glitter ventilation, so anyone can peer in and gawk. And I'm poking you, [livejournal.com profile] electric_sitar.]
dark_slippy_thing: (Default)
This week's winner is [livejournal.com profile] surferboy_09er!

Congratulations, Dick!

And I see you even left a reference picture. Much love.

What would you like for your fairy?
dark_slippy_thing: (Future Fruit Fairy)
Yep, it's Monday.

Monday means that I'm putting up another draw for another of these fairy icons, here.

So, if you want one, comment here (links to reference pictures are love) and your character might be chosen by a handy-dandy number randomizer come Wednesday!

Good luck!

To those who are still waiting on icons-- all three of you? I'll probably have them done soon. I'm in a stretch of working for ten days straight, so I'll be sneaking in drawing time before and after shifts.
dark_slippy_thing: (Chicken)
Lights, Camera ... Chicken?

Yep, it's the obligatory Fandom Chicken linkdrop post. Where I drop links! In a post! This post will be edited as more Fandomy-Chickeny goodness comes along, of course.

Fandom Chicken!
Fandom Chicken Two!
Fandom Chicken Three, The Chickening!
Fandom Chicken Four, Something About Chocolate and Tea!
Fandom Chickie! Chickling! Chicklet! Chick-something!






Fandom Chicken is bad acting LOVE
dark_slippy_thing: (Default)
This week's icon draw is now closed. Thanks to everyone who put their name in.

The number randomizer picked [livejournal.com profile] notajar to get an icon this week. Congrats! Your icon will be done as soon as I tick my way through the last three in my inbox, honest.
(Also, you already linked to the references, which makes my job about a million times easier. Thanks for that, too!)

There will be another entry post put up on Monday!
dark_slippy_thing: (Grin)
It was Wednesday. Wesnesday the tenth.
Valentine had roped off his side of the room-- no need for any inconvenient casualties while he was scoping out possible juggling partners sneakily having food delivered right to him holding his juggling lessons.
It was time to eat juggle!
Provided people could read his condiment-smeared posters.


(OOC: OCD is up! The door is wide open, come on in! Oh, and if you still want an icon, don't forget to enter the weekly draw one post before this one in my journal before I close it today!)
dark_slippy_thing: (Future Fruit Fairy)
Okay-- after drowning in requests for these fairy icon thingers, I've decided to cut off the willy-nilly icon making. (Yes Fandom, I'm the one who makes these. Hi!)

Sixteen of these things have been made in the past three days alone, and I have nine more requests in my inbox- I will be finishing the requests that I have, but I won't be accepting any more.

HOWEVER.

Because there seems to be such booming interest for these things, I'm not going to cut you guys off from the chance to have one entirely.

Every week on Monday (so I'm a little late this time around, ssh) I will put up a post not unlike this one, and I will take names of people who are interested. I'll lock the comments on Wednesdays, and then I'll draw one name from all of those who entered. The winning name will get a fairy icon with a character and an item of their choice.

So, if you really want one of these icons, just leave a comment here. I'll announce the winner in another OOC post on Wednesday.

Good luck!
dark_slippy_thing: (Anti-Valentine - What?)
Everyone else was doing it, I figured that Valentine should have a go as well.

I realize that I've pulled Valentine from a bit of an obscure fandom-- either you know MirrorMask or you don't, but best of luck trying to find anything about Valentine that goes beyond a paragraph or a sentence or a grammatically-challenged blurb online.

This is where I step in with my obsessive knowledge of a very important man.

After the Exit Plot! )


Appearance! )


What's Normal for Me... )


Motivations, Obsessions, et cetera. )


But What Can He DO? )


Valentine in Fandom High )


Little Notes on The Mun )

More information about MirrorMask can be found here:
http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/mirrormask/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MirrorMask

And, of course, if you have any questions, feel free to ask, and I'll do my best to answer them.
dark_slippy_thing: (The Key)
Valentine never did have a good grasp of time.
Yesterday, he had managed to somehow squeak into the office to sign in and even to hit up the lawn party to meet with his odd, not-quite-right-in-the-face-but-still-pretty-helpful big sister.

Heck, he had even managed to sign up for a few classes.

But one thing he seldom had a knack for was restraining himself to just one room for long, so he hadn't bothered to make his way to room 206 to scope out his living space until mid-Wednesday-morning. There had been so many important things to do during the course of the night, after all.
First and foremost, scouting about for all of those places that Alanna had told him one could eat. He had found a very intriguing box not far from his dorm room which seemed to hold food in it, but he hadn't quite managed to figure out how to get the food out of the box yet.
A mission for a later date. The night had been tiring, and, even though it wasn't his tower, Valentine was ready to investigate his room now.

He stopped in front of room 206 and took a deep breath as he dug about in his pockets for his room key. He found it, and in short order the key clicked in the lock and Valentine rubbed his hands together before pushing the door open.
...

Well, it certainly wasn't anything as extravagant as his tower, but it would do.

He stepped inside and looked about the room. There was one half of the room that gave him a sort of prickly feeling-- that feeling of impending doom that he always got when he went near something even remotely dangerous.
Probably using his better judgment, he kept to the side of the room that didn't feel like it had it out for him, he sat down cross-legged on his bed, and he pulled several glowing orange spheres from his coat and began to juggle.


(OOC: The door might be open just a weetiny crack-- Valentine is open for interaction with anyone who doesn't mind him asking what in the world is wrong with their face, and, of course, his shiny paranoid new roomie.)
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