It's so legit, it's scary. There are fanclubs and cosplayers and OMFG they have COSPLAY MEETINGS!
Why?
Ugh, how can you begin to rationalize this game? I just...
I give up.
And yes, I am currently saving money to buy this game.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Japan's Gift to the World
I can't explain it in words. Just watch the video...
It's so legit, it's scary. There are fanclubs and cosplayers and OMFG they have COSPLAY MEETINGS!
Why?
Ugh, how can you begin to rationalize this game? I just...
I give up.
And yes, I am currently saving money to buy this game.
It's so legit, it's scary. There are fanclubs and cosplayers and OMFG they have COSPLAY MEETINGS!
Why?
Ugh, how can you begin to rationalize this game? I just...
I give up.
And yes, I am currently saving money to buy this game.
Monday, December 22, 2014
My Priorities Are Whacked
Hello minions.
I need to get my priorities straight. But I guess it's just... hard to do.
For example: I could be getting words in on "Write This Down". Instead I spend it writing detailed stories about my Skyrim characters' lives, specifically my totally boss necromancer High Elf Arch-Mage.
In the actual PC game, not my rp, that is.
I think I mentioned to Mania, or maybe even on my blog, that something is seriously wrong with that. Not in of itself, but I have the most complex backstory ever for my PC character Tamaros, the aforementioned awesome choclatey super duper-y necromancer on the PC game than any of my actual rp characters. I mean, what I write for him is really not going to make an overall difference. It won't affect the game or the character or his interactions with people. It's just for... me?
IDK.
Also, as I may also have mentioned, I like to wind down from the drama of my super-dee awesome rps like Were Myths and Aisthesis with really blah-blah mediocre sites that I can just relax in and breathe easy. Right?
WRONG!
It used to be that camp half-blood site I mentioned where SOMEHOW, my character ended up being the son of Sesshomaru (yes, that guy from Inuyasha) and there were demons and angels and stuff. (like, why?)
But that got killed by webs because it went over bandwidth (I warned them, but nay, they would not listen). So I recently got involved with warrior cats rps.
You heard me.
Warrior Cats RPs.
The bane of any self-respecting rpers existence.
Now, the problem with them isn't really the sites themselves. A lot of those sites, especially Hazelstar for example, are really neat, actually. They bring quality to the rp table. And let me tell you, those guys aren't afraid to kill off characters.
Like wow.
They REALLY are not afraid. o.o
I joined up and like, three cats died by my first rp post. And then at the one cat's funeral, her dad was listing in his head all the relatives she would meet in StarClan: his mate, his sibling, his three or four previously killed children.
Their StarClan page has more cats than all four Clans combined. And those were all characters from former members, not just specifically made for StarClan.
I digress.
One of the things that gets to me is the density of some of their heads. I'm not going to name people... I don't think, but they just don't pay attention to what's being said very well.
We got into a discussion about what constitutes "stealing". Apparently the site owner changed the News/Blog page to the catchy name "The Daily Mews".
And then one of the admins was all like "oh noes, she stole that from another site!"
Here's what went down:
ADMIN: the daily mews? thats a stolen idea from another site
Me: she may have gotten permission to use it...
PERSON: Oh..
ADMIN: thats why I wanna talk to her
ADMIN: trust me, sites are MEAN. especially when it comes to ideas like that
Me: it's not that terribly original though. I mean, "mews", "news"...
PERSON: It slows my Mac down when I went on that page..
ADMIN: ive been on 50+ sites, it is...
(SIDE NOTE uh-huh... so, I've been on five times that amount and I've seen a hundred characters named John... is that stolen material too? Come on... "Mews", "News"? It's not THAT original!)
PERSON: Lets hope people don't start reporting the site o-o
Me: Honestly though, it is just the title of the news page. it really doesn't matter. Even if only 1 out of 50 sites call it that. It's not like she stole an actual site or character or something. It's just a name.
ADMIN: you have no idea how vicious people get
Me: um, yes I do actually (seriously, I do... >.<)
ADMIN: you owned a site and nearly lost it 3 times?
(seriously? you let some douchebags get the best of you? ever heard of the BANISH BUTTON? or the REPORT BUTTON!? Or emailing the webs team????)
PERSON: Just drop it until Velvet gets on
Me: I've had my sites viciously attacked, yes. I never had the issue of losing them, no. I also have had my ideas stolen before, as in legitimate original ideas, like a whole new race of supernatural beings where their info paragraph was copied word for word by a former member of mine for their site. And I'm not saying she shouldn't change it, if only so that a bunch of hormonal eleven year olds won't get their panties in a bunch, but it's not actually stealing. That's all.
ADMIN: well im trying to prevent that from happening -4- after all its my job
Me: Yah, I'm agreeing with you.
PERSON: Drop it. You'll both be in trouble if Velvet was to come on to this.
Me: o.O
(for AGREEING?????!!!)
OWNER: Allow me to read through this disagreement really quick.]
Me: there was no disagreement...
OWNER: From my position it is. I will change the name and it is not to be brought up EVER again. Understood?]
(WHY?!)
Do they just... not read what I type or...
Seriously, I was only saying that she didn't steal it. I wasn't arguing. Why do people take shit so personally >.< Disagreeing would be me saying "Oh yah, she totes did not steal, like, she INVENTED it. And people are totes nice. We should just leave it there."
I was just trying to keep the Owner's record clean by adjusting the word choice. The Owner did not steal a name as dumb as "The Daily Mews". No one cares. And if some jackass gets their wedgies on just because she named it that, whatever. All our shoutboxes require people to log in before posting. She can just ban the members. They can't actually do anything, except maybe spam the cbox, but no one even pays attention to that thing. So... who cares?
WHOOOOOOOOOO CAAAAAAAAAARES?
NOBODY!
Exactly.
So I think that is what really gets to me. The density of these people's minds, the idea that healthy relationships = rainbow sunshine let's all get along. No. We are a bunch of random people from a billion walks of life. There will be disagreements. There will be misunderstandings. Don't jump to conclusions just because you didn't bother actually reading what I wrote. That's YOUR fault.
And that's all I'll say about this subject.
I need to get my priorities straight. But I guess it's just... hard to do.
For example: I could be getting words in on "Write This Down". Instead I spend it writing detailed stories about my Skyrim characters' lives, specifically my totally boss necromancer High Elf Arch-Mage.
In the actual PC game, not my rp, that is.
I think I mentioned to Mania, or maybe even on my blog, that something is seriously wrong with that. Not in of itself, but I have the most complex backstory ever for my PC character Tamaros, the aforementioned awesome choclatey super duper-y necromancer on the PC game than any of my actual rp characters. I mean, what I write for him is really not going to make an overall difference. It won't affect the game or the character or his interactions with people. It's just for... me?
IDK.
Also, as I may also have mentioned, I like to wind down from the drama of my super-dee awesome rps like Were Myths and Aisthesis with really blah-blah mediocre sites that I can just relax in and breathe easy. Right?
WRONG!
It used to be that camp half-blood site I mentioned where SOMEHOW, my character ended up being the son of Sesshomaru (yes, that guy from Inuyasha) and there were demons and angels and stuff. (like, why?)
But that got killed by webs because it went over bandwidth (I warned them, but nay, they would not listen). So I recently got involved with warrior cats rps.
You heard me.
Warrior Cats RPs.
The bane of any self-respecting rpers existence.
Now, the problem with them isn't really the sites themselves. A lot of those sites, especially Hazelstar for example, are really neat, actually. They bring quality to the rp table. And let me tell you, those guys aren't afraid to kill off characters.
Like wow.
They REALLY are not afraid. o.o
I joined up and like, three cats died by my first rp post. And then at the one cat's funeral, her dad was listing in his head all the relatives she would meet in StarClan: his mate, his sibling, his three or four previously killed children.
Their StarClan page has more cats than all four Clans combined. And those were all characters from former members, not just specifically made for StarClan.
I digress.
One of the things that gets to me is the density of some of their heads. I'm not going to name people... I don't think, but they just don't pay attention to what's being said very well.
We got into a discussion about what constitutes "stealing". Apparently the site owner changed the News/Blog page to the catchy name "The Daily Mews".
And then one of the admins was all like "oh noes, she stole that from another site!"
Here's what went down:
ADMIN: the daily mews? thats a stolen idea from another site
Me: she may have gotten permission to use it...
PERSON: Oh..
ADMIN: thats why I wanna talk to her
ADMIN: trust me, sites are MEAN. especially when it comes to ideas like that
Me: it's not that terribly original though. I mean, "mews", "news"...
PERSON: It slows my Mac down when I went on that page..
ADMIN: ive been on 50+ sites, it is...
(SIDE NOTE uh-huh... so, I've been on five times that amount and I've seen a hundred characters named John... is that stolen material too? Come on... "Mews", "News"? It's not THAT original!)
PERSON: Lets hope people don't start reporting the site o-o
Me: Honestly though, it is just the title of the news page. it really doesn't matter. Even if only 1 out of 50 sites call it that. It's not like she stole an actual site or character or something. It's just a name.
ADMIN: you have no idea how vicious people get
Me: um, yes I do actually (seriously, I do... >.<)
ADMIN: you owned a site and nearly lost it 3 times?
(seriously? you let some douchebags get the best of you? ever heard of the BANISH BUTTON? or the REPORT BUTTON!? Or emailing the webs team????)
PERSON: Just drop it until Velvet gets on
Me: I've had my sites viciously attacked, yes. I never had the issue of losing them, no. I also have had my ideas stolen before, as in legitimate original ideas, like a whole new race of supernatural beings where their info paragraph was copied word for word by a former member of mine for their site. And I'm not saying she shouldn't change it, if only so that a bunch of hormonal eleven year olds won't get their panties in a bunch, but it's not actually stealing. That's all.
ADMIN: well im trying to prevent that from happening -4- after all its my job
Me: Yah, I'm agreeing with you.
PERSON: Drop it. You'll both be in trouble if Velvet was to come on to this.
Me: o.O
(for AGREEING?????!!!)
OWNER: Allow me to read through this disagreement really quick.]
Me: there was no disagreement...
OWNER: From my position it is. I will change the name and it is not to be brought up EVER again. Understood?]
(WHY?!)
Do they just... not read what I type or...
Seriously, I was only saying that she didn't steal it. I wasn't arguing. Why do people take shit so personally >.< Disagreeing would be me saying "Oh yah, she totes did not steal, like, she INVENTED it. And people are totes nice. We should just leave it there."
I was just trying to keep the Owner's record clean by adjusting the word choice. The Owner did not steal a name as dumb as "The Daily Mews". No one cares. And if some jackass gets their wedgies on just because she named it that, whatever. All our shoutboxes require people to log in before posting. She can just ban the members. They can't actually do anything, except maybe spam the cbox, but no one even pays attention to that thing. So... who cares?
WHOOOOOOOOOO CAAAAAAAAAARES?
NOBODY!
Exactly.
So I think that is what really gets to me. The density of these people's minds, the idea that healthy relationships = rainbow sunshine let's all get along. No. We are a bunch of random people from a billion walks of life. There will be disagreements. There will be misunderstandings. Don't jump to conclusions just because you didn't bother actually reading what I wrote. That's YOUR fault.
And that's all I'll say about this subject.
Monday, December 15, 2014
So, Stuff
19:03
Today I haven't been very productive in anything. I had horrible headaches all day. Our area has really freaky pressure changes, so the actual county has "Migraine Watches" because of it. Doesn't help that our area is also plagued with a horrible stomach flu. I haven't caught it, I don't think, but still.
So now I am working on the gijinka/avatar site. Getting things organized and what not. As well as finally adding a chatango box and all my characters, most of whom need their bios finished.
19:49
giratinacel (7:42:40 PM): Cel: *goes to Maddox and hands him a present* Here o.o
dreadknightmare (7:42:54 PM): Maddox: o.O *rips open present*
giratinacel (7:43:47 PM): Cel: o.o *it's a stuffed kitteh* I made it with my powers...
dreadknightmare (7:44:45 PM): Maddox: o.o *falls to floor, curls in a ball* *batman voice* MY KITTY.
giratinacel (7:45:40 PM):
o.o OMG DX
Cel: o.o ... may I have some glomps?
dreadknightmare (7:46:35 PM): Maddox: only if you come down here to get it
giratinacel (7:47:16 PM): Cel: *flops to the floor* There. o.o
dreadknightmare (7:47:32 PM): Maddox: *awkward, one-armed side glomp*
giratinacel (7:47:49 PM): Cel: o.o this is awkward...
dreadknightmare (7:48:14 PM): Maddox: I got a kitty. Deal with it.
20:54
(me singing Habits by Tove Lo): I've gotta stay high, all the time~
PickleBunny: What kind of high? Like being up high..?
Me: Uh, no. It means drugs. It's not a good song, but I like singing the chorus. *sings* I've gotta stay high, all the time, to keep from missing you~
PickleBunny: *major sarcasm* Well maaaaaybe, she should just get over it instead and move on.
9 years old and she's infinitely smarter than most adults. #soproud ;__; *tears of joy*
Today I haven't been very productive in anything. I had horrible headaches all day. Our area has really freaky pressure changes, so the actual county has "Migraine Watches" because of it. Doesn't help that our area is also plagued with a horrible stomach flu. I haven't caught it, I don't think, but still.
So now I am working on the gijinka/avatar site. Getting things organized and what not. As well as finally adding a chatango box and all my characters, most of whom need their bios finished.
19:49
giratinacel (7:42:40 PM): Cel: *goes to Maddox and hands him a present* Here o.o
dreadknightmare (7:42:54 PM): Maddox: o.O *rips open present*
giratinacel (7:43:47 PM): Cel: o.o *it's a stuffed kitteh* I made it with my powers...
dreadknightmare (7:44:45 PM): Maddox: o.o *falls to floor, curls in a ball* *batman voice* MY KITTY.
giratinacel (7:45:40 PM):
o.o OMG DX
Cel: o.o ... may I have some glomps?
dreadknightmare (7:46:35 PM): Maddox: only if you come down here to get it
giratinacel (7:47:16 PM): Cel: *flops to the floor* There. o.o
dreadknightmare (7:47:32 PM): Maddox: *awkward, one-armed side glomp*
giratinacel (7:47:49 PM): Cel: o.o this is awkward...
dreadknightmare (7:48:14 PM): Maddox: I got a kitty. Deal with it.
20:54
(me singing Habits by Tove Lo): I've gotta stay high, all the time~
PickleBunny: What kind of high? Like being up high..?
Me: Uh, no. It means drugs. It's not a good song, but I like singing the chorus. *sings* I've gotta stay high, all the time, to keep from missing you~
PickleBunny: *major sarcasm* Well maaaaaybe, she should just get over it instead and move on.
9 years old and she's infinitely smarter than most adults. #soproud ;__; *tears of joy*
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Playing Around With Stories
I have been playing around with story ideas and adding them to my plots folder. And of course when I do that I wind up making cover for them for wattpad already. I tend to count chickens before they hatch or whatever.
I just like making covers, and I have nothing better to blog about today. =P
I just like making covers, and I have nothing better to blog about today. =P
Adapt to Regret
Ashley Fraiser is a mess. A superhero with one eye, no past, a heart full of hope, and the ability to adapt to anything that comes. But nothing on the outside really matters, because when the heart fails, that is when one finds the true heroes and the true villains.
Yush, a book about my superhero Ashley Fraiser from Mania's site Alignments. I had some rather horrible scenes playing through my head of what would truly make a horrible, horrible superhero movie (horrible as in depressing and dark and awful, not as in it sucks). I keep finding superhero stories that are funny or whimsical or stupid, and lately, a lot of the modern superhero films and shows (especially Arrow and The Flash) are just crap. So I wanted to bring something dark to the table.
I'm addicted to HIM. I can't get enough. HE gets into my veins, plays with my brain, eats my every thought. I love it. I love HIM till death do us part. But HE never wanted this. Now HE is trying to get out. But I won't let HIM. I will never let HIM. He is mine. Forever.
FOREVER
It's not about drugs. It's about obsessions. Specifically obsessions over a person, and just how dangerous it can be. It's told from the viewpoint of a (currently unnamed) MC who is addicted to someone. MC is so deluded and in his own world about everything, ugh, so crazy. Definitely a story that will keep questioning its own reality.
SIDE NOTE, 12/15/2014: Just wanted to point out; Filigree did have a story idea about addictive blood and an rp character whose power is that people get addicted to him by touching him. This is not about that. It's a realistic story (no super powers or vampires) and it's about a cult leader who is worshipped like a god against his own will. So rest assured, no stealsies!
"Stay As High As You Can" is a story idea I came up with last night, which eventually led me to go on a tangent and write this massive, confession-type blog post about my own life that I'm saving but never putting up here.
It's about a girl who finally ends a long term, abusive relationship and all the crap she does to try and feel something again. More or less from my own point of view and about my own life if I had made some drastically different choices.
I don't know how this will go. It's just in the planing stages atm. Probably won't ever write it, at least not anytime soon.
Yay! Write This Down. Yall know what that is by now (I hope). I just randomly made these three covers... yes, they are the same, just different colors. I like these colors.
All my covers for Orpheus Rising. I know I put up at least three of these five up, but here are all of them together. The last two really are my favorites.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Cel's Amazing Skills
Cel is an amazing artist. She may not have a computer and special tablet and things, but I think that's where the real skill comes from. Cause with a computer program, you can save different versions of the thing, do lots of edits later, change things around, press the redo button, etc. Hand drawn and colored, whole different story.
So anyway, she did drawings of her own characters, and then we came up with scenes of our characters interacting for her to draw, then I got three character commissions from her (first ever o.o wow) So without further ado, here they are!
They are out of order, but oh well. Again: click them for full resolution.
She has more amazing pictures of her characters HERE! Go to her album and share some love ^^
So anyway, she did drawings of her own characters, and then we came up with scenes of our characters interacting for her to draw, then I got three character commissions from her (first ever o.o wow) So without further ado, here they are!
They are out of order, but oh well. Again: click them for full resolution.
Alice Draeyva and her Satellite, Enethar Goth from the site Were Myths. Hers is Alice, mine is Enethar. Alice Draeyva is a weredragon Princess and Enethar is a werephoenix. We have not rped them a ton, but something is definitely developing between the two.
I love the flames and the ribbons and the flames on the coat, and omf, I love it!
All the Draeyva siblings with cool swords! All Draeyva are weredragons. That's how they role. On the left, we have Kieran Draeyva, rped by moi. Top is Adrian Draeyva, rped by Liam. Bottom is Alice Draeyva, rped by Cel.
The Draeyva plot is currently the biggest, most badass plot going right now. It is a continuation of the plot Liam and I first ever played out back in, oh, 2011 or 2012, whichever year that was when I first made Were Myths. It is tweaked because of new characters, and things turned out differently than the original rp, since I had gotten the brilliant idea to delete all our former rps when I remade the site *facepalm*. But it has turned into a massive plate of epicness.
I really hope we can eventually move on to other plots and characters, cause Katie and Crystal definitely feel excluded, poor things. I feel bad. ;-;
Temujin and Hana from our Last Airbender Gijinka site!
Temujin is a Whimsicott and Hana is a Shaymin. They are brother and sister and live on a Whimsicott farm with their parents Zuko and Katara.
Yup.
Lots of stuff and epic adventures planned for these two. The war is forcing them to leave their parents and go to Ba Sing Se for their safety, but will they ever arrive? That's the question, aint it?
I will talk to death about these two.
Alice and Enethar Goth, again. But this is from the vampire site made just for them called Kuro. Kuro was made after we both watched the (OMFGBESTANIMEVER) Kurozuka.
Alice is a beautiful, sweet vampire girl being oppressed and used by the psychotic and obsessive vampire master Minstrel. But during a war in France, she comes across Enethar Goth.
HORROR AND BLOOD ENSUE!
The lyrics are from the song 'Still Doll' by Kanon Wakeshima. But we go with the male version (remember my rant about dropping pitches and my favorite voices?) The song fits SO WELL, seeing as the song begins with "Hi Miss, Alice", and her name is Alice. I always imagine Enethar singing it to her.
And there's blood, cause, yah know. Blood is perf ^^
*note: I edited it slightly to bring out the color and make his eye glow-y. I can't resist glowy eyes.
This is a commission for my character Nameless who is a fourteen year old, soulless amnesiac from our rp "Soul Thieves". She roleplays a little village girl named Angelus.
*note: I edited in the scar. The original design was not quite how I imagined it, and even still, I just, ugh! I can't envision his scar for some reason >.< One day...
This is Maddox from our private rp "Perfect Experiment". He has heterochromia and a massive scar over his nose to his forehead. He won't say how he got it ;) He has no superpowers, but he carries around a heavy duty pistol that he kept during a bizarre game of Russian Roulette that left him the only survivor, to remind him that life is full of unexpected circumstances and can be stolen at a moment's notice. He feels in control when he has the gun, only to remember how out of control he really is.
Alice and Enethar. The vampires of course.
I forget what song I was listening to, but I was listening to something, (probably the Still Doll song), and I told Cel I could see Alice and Enethar dancing to it under a chandelier decorated with corpses of their victims, and they dance in the blood that rains down.
So of course she draws them being all cute ^^
What a wonderful party, Enethar!
*note: edited to bring out colors. Her poor scanner does not do these beauties justice.
So, she asked me "what should I draw?" and like the above, I responded readily.
"Enethar falling asleep with Alice, surrounded in a pool of blood." I said maybe he ate a horse or something.
She added the lyrics. I forget what the song was called, unfortunately. But it's so sweet. ^^
Yay! Another commission! This is Kuro, my Yveltal gijinka from our Last Airbender Gijinka roleplay. He is a Shadow Clan warrior of the Eyrie, but he pretty much does his own thing. He is always going at it with the Air Monk Jinsei. xD
At the moment, he just saved her life. Maybe he does care...
I think the scanner cut off their feet...
Anywho!
Maddox and Celeste. It's so purdy!
Maddox needs an outfit. Like a legit outfit. I intend to draw him one some day soon.
This was an adorable picture of Alice Draeyva and Enethar Goth, back in the early days of the ship, before we actually made them an official couple or gave them Kuro. On Were Myths, their relationship is still up in the air, as we abandoned our shifters for vampires xD
She has more amazing pictures of her characters HERE! Go to her album and share some love ^^
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
A Not So New Anime
14:04
So I started watching a not-so-new anime last night, and so far, I think it's pretty good. It's called Basilisk. It is based on the manga of the same name, and from what I have read, it follows the original storyline almost exact, save for a few added scenes to expand on character backstory and a finale scene to wrap everything up at the end whereas the manga finished after a battle. It ran in 2005 with an older looking animation, featuring lots of intense eyebrows.
But weird eyebrows and fugly old people aside (oh god, they draw the old people so... omfg, they're so fugly) the plot is pretty awesome. Here's what's going down (courtesy of wikipedia):
The story takes place in the year 1614. Two ninja clans, Tsubagakure of the Iga and Manjidani of Kouga, battle each other to determine which grandson of Tokugawa Ieyasu will become the next shogun. The deadly competition between 10 elite ninja from each clan unleashes a centuries-old hatred that threatens to destroy all hope for peace between them.
It's reminisce of Naruto, but for mature people who want intricate, linear plot and more believable characters with actual signs of development.
I first saw it back when, oh, when I was twelve maybe. My brother and I had stuck closely to Naruto and Bleach, which were our first stepping stones into anime. But then we went on a limb and tried Yu Yu Hakusho. We were so excited to be branching out, so we pulled up some anime lists. We tried out some stuff, and eventually found Basilisk. But after the first episode, we just thought it was too weird. We didn't really get what was happening. So we moved on and found Moribito, and then I branched out and discovered Rourini Kenshin, Vampire Knight, Wolf's Rain, and Shugo Chara (yes, all at the same time). My brother and I pretty much went our seperate ways in anime. He stuck to the popular stuff, watching Bleach and Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, and Inuyasha religiously till their endings, then went to One Piece. I stopped watching anime and focused more on rp and writing. When I got back to the anime scene, it was with Avatar: The Last Airbender (not really anime, but whatever). Then I tried Fullmetal Alchemist. Loved it. And I launched myself back into the anime world, sticking to obscure shows offered for free on hulu.com. Which was the best thing ever, since it kept suggesting Phantom: Requiem for a Phantom, which stands to still be my top favorite anime show of all time.
So that was a bit of a tangent, but anyway: last night I was updating my "Anime I Have Seen" list, and then remembered Basilisk. Well, I actually liked the first episode, and I have decided to give it a proper go. So here we go! ^^
14:32
Also wanted to mention, Basilisk also has some great music.
17:36
Cel keeps drawing amazing pictures of our rp characters, so I shall be dedicating tomorrow's post entirely to her drawings ^^
So I started watching a not-so-new anime last night, and so far, I think it's pretty good. It's called Basilisk. It is based on the manga of the same name, and from what I have read, it follows the original storyline almost exact, save for a few added scenes to expand on character backstory and a finale scene to wrap everything up at the end whereas the manga finished after a battle. It ran in 2005 with an older looking animation, featuring lots of intense eyebrows.
But weird eyebrows and fugly old people aside (oh god, they draw the old people so... omfg, they're so fugly) the plot is pretty awesome. Here's what's going down (courtesy of wikipedia):
The story takes place in the year 1614. Two ninja clans, Tsubagakure of the Iga and Manjidani of Kouga, battle each other to determine which grandson of Tokugawa Ieyasu will become the next shogun. The deadly competition between 10 elite ninja from each clan unleashes a centuries-old hatred that threatens to destroy all hope for peace between them.
It's reminisce of Naruto, but for mature people who want intricate, linear plot and more believable characters with actual signs of development.
I first saw it back when, oh, when I was twelve maybe. My brother and I had stuck closely to Naruto and Bleach, which were our first stepping stones into anime. But then we went on a limb and tried Yu Yu Hakusho. We were so excited to be branching out, so we pulled up some anime lists. We tried out some stuff, and eventually found Basilisk. But after the first episode, we just thought it was too weird. We didn't really get what was happening. So we moved on and found Moribito, and then I branched out and discovered Rourini Kenshin, Vampire Knight, Wolf's Rain, and Shugo Chara (yes, all at the same time). My brother and I pretty much went our seperate ways in anime. He stuck to the popular stuff, watching Bleach and Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, and Inuyasha religiously till their endings, then went to One Piece. I stopped watching anime and focused more on rp and writing. When I got back to the anime scene, it was with Avatar: The Last Airbender (not really anime, but whatever). Then I tried Fullmetal Alchemist. Loved it. And I launched myself back into the anime world, sticking to obscure shows offered for free on hulu.com. Which was the best thing ever, since it kept suggesting Phantom: Requiem for a Phantom, which stands to still be my top favorite anime show of all time.
So that was a bit of a tangent, but anyway: last night I was updating my "Anime I Have Seen" list, and then remembered Basilisk. Well, I actually liked the first episode, and I have decided to give it a proper go. So here we go! ^^
14:32
Also wanted to mention, Basilisk also has some great music.
17:36
Cel keeps drawing amazing pictures of our rp characters, so I shall be dedicating tomorrow's post entirely to her drawings ^^
Monday, December 8, 2014
My Private RPs Are Stealing My Soul
15:46
So I started doing private rps. Basically it's just where me and another member want to go off and rp some storyline or other by ourselves, and y'all aren't invited xD Sort of like Kuro, for those of you who know about that one. Except, I am not always making a separate site entirely for that private rp. That would be ridiculous. So, I just made one site and put all my private rps there thanks to the magical organization of proboards.
But now private rps are stealing my soul. They're just so much quieter and nicer, and I guess that just means I need a break from my big ones like Aisthesis. But I'm not going to take a break. I need to rp on Were Myths and stuff because all the plots in my head are driving me insane. I should really write stuff down...
Speaking of Write This Down, I am taking a much needed mental breather. Then I will be spending January PLOTTING! I really need to write out character bios and flush out my chapter plots a little more. I should have done that before NaNo, back in good ol' October, but I had no idea I would be choosing Write This Down, so I did not bother. At least I will be better prepared for the next NaNo, or Camp, whichever I choose.
So I started doing private rps. Basically it's just where me and another member want to go off and rp some storyline or other by ourselves, and y'all aren't invited xD Sort of like Kuro, for those of you who know about that one. Except, I am not always making a separate site entirely for that private rp. That would be ridiculous. So, I just made one site and put all my private rps there thanks to the magical organization of proboards.
But now private rps are stealing my soul. They're just so much quieter and nicer, and I guess that just means I need a break from my big ones like Aisthesis. But I'm not going to take a break. I need to rp on Were Myths and stuff because all the plots in my head are driving me insane. I should really write stuff down...
Speaking of Write This Down, I am taking a much needed mental breather. Then I will be spending January PLOTTING! I really need to write out character bios and flush out my chapter plots a little more. I should have done that before NaNo, back in good ol' October, but I had no idea I would be choosing Write This Down, so I did not bother. At least I will be better prepared for the next NaNo, or Camp, whichever I choose.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Dumb Powers and Russian Roulette
1:51
So, I've decided that I am definitely going to have a character who can shapeshift into a mountain. Dumb powers are so much fun. Especially since the majority of my characters always have these intense, serious powers, you need SOMETHING to be a goof with.
So, I've decided that I am definitely going to have a character who can shapeshift into a mountain. Dumb powers are so much fun. Especially since the majority of my characters always have these intense, serious powers, you need SOMETHING to be a goof with.
Friday, December 5, 2014
If You Can't Beat Em, Join Em, Can't Join Em, TROLL DEM ALL!
2:38
So Mania and I hopped onto Roblox and went to Warriors New Lake, which is an awesome Roblox game if you want to kick around a Warriors setting.
But we did not come there to kick around, we came to troll.
We were both ghostly, Dark Forest cats. My name was Cavitous Butteous and hers was Fancy Feast Fancier.
At first, we were in an empty area since all the other cats were doing a legit rp over at ThunderClan. We mostly chased each other around, talked like kindergarteners, and ate weed (catnip, it was catnip, but same difference, right?)
I thought it was fun. I chased her around and screamed, " GIMME YO WEED, WOMAN!"
I found my own and talked about dragons. I also talked about bacon and weed and being stoned and ran up to two random cats and shouted, "HI POSERS!"
Mania just liked to jump around and wear the catnip like a mustache xD
She got bored, because unlike certain servers (like Island of Mezaa's srius biz SandPack) these people could care less about what the global chat told them, they were only interested in their rp and not that we were trippin balls.
So we teleported to ThunderClan, like legit in the middle of their freakin deacon camp where all 20 people were, and we did a line-by-line rendition of the Bohemian Rhapsody. One person applauded (but I think they were just grateful that we were leaving)
Still, I had fun. Thanks for the fun times, Mania. ^^
2:42
In other news, I am 6 posts away from beating the (omfg, srsly?) 69 posts of 2013. I was sincerely hoping to get higher numbers this year, and it looks like I will. Maybe one year I will actually have nearly 365. (I say nearly, because considering that LARP, camping, travel, and certain other activities may not give me wifi, I won't be able to legit post every single day. It's called LEIF people, or Life... one of the two. Don't ask me how to spell. It's friggin 2AM, sheesh).
So Mania and I hopped onto Roblox and went to Warriors New Lake, which is an awesome Roblox game if you want to kick around a Warriors setting.
But we did not come there to kick around, we came to troll.
We were both ghostly, Dark Forest cats. My name was Cavitous Butteous and hers was Fancy Feast Fancier.
At first, we were in an empty area since all the other cats were doing a legit rp over at ThunderClan. We mostly chased each other around, talked like kindergarteners, and ate weed (catnip, it was catnip, but same difference, right?)
I thought it was fun. I chased her around and screamed, " GIMME YO WEED, WOMAN!"
I found my own and talked about dragons. I also talked about bacon and weed and being stoned and ran up to two random cats and shouted, "HI POSERS!"
Mania just liked to jump around and wear the catnip like a mustache xD
She got bored, because unlike certain servers (like Island of Mezaa's srius biz SandPack) these people could care less about what the global chat told them, they were only interested in their rp and not that we were trippin balls.
So we teleported to ThunderClan, like legit in the middle of their freakin deacon camp where all 20 people were, and we did a line-by-line rendition of the Bohemian Rhapsody. One person applauded (but I think they were just grateful that we were leaving)
Still, I had fun. Thanks for the fun times, Mania. ^^
2:42
In other news, I am 6 posts away from beating the (omfg, srsly?) 69 posts of 2013. I was sincerely hoping to get higher numbers this year, and it looks like I will. Maybe one year I will actually have nearly 365. (I say nearly, because considering that LARP, camping, travel, and certain other activities may not give me wifi, I won't be able to legit post every single day. It's called LEIF people, or Life... one of the two. Don't ask me how to spell. It's friggin 2AM, sheesh).
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Edgar Allen Poe Gone Ghetto
Kshi showed us gizoogle, which basically generates all text into freaking, deakin ghetto speak. And nothing made me laugh harder than reading Castiel's Edgar Allen Poe bio turned gangster.
ORIGINAL
Alpha
Castiel
Stats Are Unknown
His aura has gone completely white and doesn't smell like anything.
LOST LETTER WRITTEN BY EDGAR ALLEN POE. RECOVERED FROM AN UNUSED BANK VAULT IN BALTIMORE, MARYLAND AND ADDRESSED TO A CERTAIN DR. JOSEPH E. SNODGRASS. THE RETRIEVABLE CONTENTS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
To My Dear Friend Dr. Snodgrass,
Forgive me my dear friend for coming to you with such terrible burdens as are my afflictions, but I cannot possibly condone myself to cease in telling you all that is happening to me. You think me mad, and rightfully so. I thought myself to have passed all sanity when those frightful words left my lips, but please, please my dear friend, do not stopper your ears to my voice. I beg you hearken and take into account what I am recording for you here in my letter. I pray you understand that I have never been insane. I have not the madness of hatters, though I am indisposed to become mad should this nightmare never cease to plague me. I am close to the end, my dear friend. It is only a matter of time, I know that now. So I write to you in earnest and with a pleading heart that you will be open to all that I shall now tell you.
It started three summers ago in June. You remember do you not? I daresay I hope you do. That day has stuck with me so long. It was the summer we journeyed to visit the strange ring of stones in Stonehendge. And you were so cross with Virginia for giving water to the horses right after our ride. Remember? I'm sure you will, as you shall remember it was the start of all these horrors.
I had gone off alone, don't you remember? I followed the winding road by that lovely green hill, the one I pointed out to you on our first ride. I followed that path all the way down to the bottom of the hill, and there it was. There was Stonehedge. I walked all the way there without stopping to take in the morning air and observe all that nature could unbind in such early hours of the day. I walked betwixt those stone columns, marveling at what hands could fashion such a creation. And there it was. Oh god, why did I have to see it! I'm sorry, dear friend, I write with passion and emotion. Do know I write sober.
I saw the writing on the rocks. I know now it must have been writing. Long, spindly, shadowed scrawl that dipped and weaved between the cracks and crevices. I saw that forbidden, unearthly writing and I felt drawn. Drawn to it! I felt an indescribable hold on my heart that dragged my soul screaming from within me and into those rocks. And a voice from somewhere dark and foul, for where else could such a voice come from, whispered to me quietly and mournfully. It whispered to me in a language I did not know but did not have to, for the meaning of those archaic words were so clear, engraved inside my very skull. Come! A terrible impulse swept over me and I threw myself to the rocks. All things rational abandoned me. I clawed at the rocks with my bare hands. I pounded and hit and clawed, as if I were digging into golden grains of sand and not solid, immovable earth. I do not remember much of that, for as I said, all things rational escaped me, and for a moment, my mind must have escaped me as well.
What I do remember is after my madness. I awoke to shadows and darkness. Fearful, I rose and surveyed my surroundings, but no eye could breach that oppressive black. I felt cold, hard earth under my hands and began crawling across it, hands and knees. I felt along the passage, my fingers grazing against stone. I perceived myself to be in some sort of cave or equally deep bowel of the earth. How I happened upon it I know not, though my confused mind began scrambling to put the pieces together and come to terms with a suitable explanation.
Then there was a soft, heavenly glow. So subtle and dim it truly was, but after the darkness it was more blinding than the sun. I shielded my gaze, almost afraid to look upon it. But momentarily my sight accustomed to the light. I looked about, relief flooding my body at the prospect I had found some form of exit to the surface. Those feelings despaired and died when I found that no such exit had opened to me. I had blundered into a large cavern. Before me was a pool of water most blue. The rock rippled with the shadows and reflections of that pool's odd light. Indeed, the pool was the source of light. I do not lie or make pretenses. I tell you, my dear friend, that pool was glowing with light.
And this my dear friend is where even I fall to confusion, for my memory of the dealings hereafter are so muddled and troubled that I can scarcely write them illegibly even now as I dare to recall it. In that strange pool, I found a boy. Not a child, but he seemed so like a boy that it is the only way I can place him. He had such a gentle face. A face that could not hold all the darkness that he really was. He was crouched in the middle of that pool. Crouched there, staring at me. He looked unnatural, but beautiful. I never describe living creatures as beautiful except perhaps the animals or my sweet wife, but he had such an unnatural beauty about him. He was strange, oh yes. His skin was pale like a rich lady and his face devoid of any conceivable blemish. His shoulders, the only other visible part of his body were disturbing. Flesh that was knotted and roped with scars. His ears were pointed. His hair was like lavendar. But his eyes! His frightful, terrible eyes. I shall never forget them. They were made of death. Death! I am rambling, I am talking foolishness. No, no I am not. I am frightened and passionate but I am not mad. I am only afraid. I cannot think of those eyes. Oh god, those horrible eyes. Those eyes wanted me. They wanted to tear me apart. Those eyes wanted to kill and they wanted to die. Death! Death! They were made of death I tell you!
And then he stood. He stood from the water and approached me. He was whispering to me. Whispering unending. A single word, no two, but they were one. His voice was so soft and sweet that I felt tears rise in me. That word. That word that has haunted me for so many years. "Nevermore" That is what he said. Over and over again. Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore. He kept whispering and approaching. He reached out to me as he came closer, and those hands; they ended in claws! The claws of beasts, the claws of things that are not men. And I was so frozen in fear, I could only cower there in awe and in pure, abject terror. My blood had turned cold, my heart refused to beat properly. He came to me! He came to me and, oh god, he-
THE REST OF THIS LETTER HAS BEEN LOST. MANY HISTORIANS HAVE LONG SINCE PROPOSED DIFFERENT THEORIES AS TO THE CREDIBILITY OF THIS LETTER. SOME SAY IT WAS ACTUALLY THE BEGINNING OF AN UNPUBLISHED SHORT STORY. MOST BELIEVED HE HAD GONE MAD. THIS LETTER HAS BEEN STORED IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS AT THE DISPOSAL OF PROFESSORS AND STUDENTS FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA.
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THE NEW AND IMPROVED GHETTO POE
Alpha
Castiel
Stats Is Unknown
His aura has gone straight-up white n' don't smell like anything.
LOST LETTER WRITTEN BY EDGAR ALLEN POE. RECOVERED FROM AN UNUSED BANK VAULT IN BALTIMORE, MARYLAND AND ADDRESSED TO A CERTAIN DR. JOSEPH E. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SNODGRASS. THE RETRIEVABLE CONTENTS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
To My fuckin Dear Hommie Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Snodgrass,
Forgive me mah dear playa fo' comin ta you wit such shitty burdens as is mah afflictions yo, but I cannot possibly condone mah dirty ass ta cease up in spittin some lyrics ta you all dat is goin down ta mah dirty ass. Yo ass be thinkin me mad, n' rightfully so.. n' you KNOWS mah dirty ass ta have passed all sanitizzle when dem frightful lyrics left mah lips yo, but please, please mah dear playa, do not stopper yo' ears ta mah voice. I beg you hearken n' take tha fuck into account what tha fuck I be recordin fo' you here up in mah letter n' shit. I pray you KNOW dat I aint NEVER been insane. I aint tha madnizz of hatters, though I be indisposed ta become mad should dis nightmare never cease ta plague mah dirty ass. I be close ta tha end, mah dear playa yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Well shiiiit, it is only a matta of time, I know dat now, nahmeean, biatch? Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I write ta you up in earnest n' wit a pleadin ass dat yo big-ass booty is ghon be open ta all dat I shall now tell yo thugged-out ass.
It started three summers ago up in June. Yo ass remember do you not, biatch? I daresay I hope you do. That dizzle has stuck wit me so long. Dat shiznit was tha summer our laid-back asses journeyed ta git on over ta tha strange rang of stones up in Stonehendge fo' realz. And you was so cross wit Virginia fo' givin wata ta tha horses right afta our ride. Remember, biatch? I be shizzle you will, as you shall remember dat shiznit was tha start of all these horrors.
I had gone off alone, don't you remember, biatch? I followed tha windin road by dat ghettofab chronic hill, tha one I pointed up ta you on our first ride. I followed dat path all tha way down ta tha bottom of tha hill, n' there it was. There was Stonehedge. I strutted all tha way there without stoppin ta take up in tha mornin air n' observe all dat nature could unbind up in such early minutez of tha day. It make me wanna hollar playa! I strutted betwixt dem stone columns, marvelin at what tha fuck handz could fashizzle such a cold-ass lil creation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And there it was. Oh god, why did I gotta peep dat shiznit son! I be sorry, dear playa, I write wit boner n' emotion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Do know I write sober.
I saw tha freestylin on tha rocks. I know now it must done been writing. Long, spindly, shadowed scrawl dat dipped n' weaved between tha cracks n' crevices. I saw dat forbidden, unearthly freestylin n' I felt drawn. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Drawn ta dat shiznit son! I felt a indescribable hold on mah ass dat dragged mah ass beatboxin from within me n' tha fuck into dem rocks fo' realz. And a voice from somewhere dark n' foul, fo' where else could such a voice come from, whispered ta me on tha fuckin' down-lowly n' mournfully. Well shiiiit, it whispered ta me up in a language I did not know but did not have to, fo' tha meanin of dem archaic lyrics was so clear, engraved inside mah straight-up skull. Come biaaatch! A shitty impulse swept over me n' I threw mah dirty ass ta tha rocks fo' realz. All thangs rationizzle abandoned mah dirty ass. I clawed all up in tha rocks wit mah bare hands. I pounded n' hit n' clawed, as if I was diggin tha fuck into golden grainz of sand n' not solid, immovable earth. I do not remember much of that, fo' as I holla'd, all thangs rationizzle escaped me, n' fo' a moment, mah mind must have escaped mah crazy ass as well.
What I do remember be afta mah madness. I awoke ta shadows n' darkness. Fearful, I rose n' surveyed mah surroundings yo, but no eye could breach dat oppressive black. I felt cold, hard earth under mah handz n' fuckin started crawlin across it, handz n' knees. I felt along tha passage, mah fingers grazin against stone. I perceived mah dirty ass ta be up in some sort of cave or equally deep bowel of tha earth yo. How tha fuck I happened upon it I know not, though mah trippin mind fuckin started scramblin ta put tha pieces together n' come ta terms wit a suitable explanation.
Then there was a soft, heavenly glow. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So subtle n' dim it truly was yo, but afta tha darknizz dat shiznit was mo' blindin than tha sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I shielded mah gaze, almost afraid ta look upon dat shit. But momentarily mah sight accustomed ta tha light. I looked about, relief floodin mah body all up in tha prospect I had found some form of exit ta tha surface. Those vibe despaired n' took a dirt nap when I found dat no such exit had opened ta mah dirty ass. I had blundered tha fuck into a big-ass cavern, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Before me was a pool of wata most blue. Da rock rippled wit tha shadows n' reflectionz of dat poolz odd light. Git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, tha pool was tha source of light. I do not lie or make pretenses. I rap , mah dear playa, dat pool was glowin wit light.
And dis mah dear playa is where even I fall ta mad drama, fo' mah memory of tha dealings hereafta is so muddled n' shitd dat I can scarcely write dem illegibly even now as I dare ta recall dat shit. In dat strange pool, I found a funky-ass boy. Not a cold-ass lil lil pimp yo, but da perved-out muthafucka seemed so like a funky-ass pimp dat it is tha only way I can place his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude had such a gentle grill fo' realz. A grill dat could not hold all tha darknizz dat he straight-up was yo. Dude was crouched up in tha middle of dat pool. Crouched there, starin all up in mah grill yo. Dude looked unnatural yo, but dope naaahhmean, biatch? I never describe livin creatures as dope except like tha muthafuckas or mah dope hoe yo, but dat schmoooove muthafucka had such a unnatural beauty bout his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude was strange, oh yes yo. His skin was pale like a rich lady n' his wild lil' grill devoid of any conceivable blemish yo. His shoulders, tha only other visible part of his body was disturbing. Flesh dat was knotted n' roped wit scars yo. His ears was pointed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time yo. His afro was like lavendar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. But his wild lil' fuckin eyes muthafucka! His frightful, shitty eyes. I shall never forget em. They was made of dirtnap. Dirtnap! I be rambling, I be rappin' foolishness. Fuck dat shit, no I be not. I be frightened n' horny but I aint mad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be only afraid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I cannot be thinkin of dem eyes. Oh god, dem wack eyes. Those eyes wanted mah dirty ass. They wanted ta tear me apart. Those eyes wanted ta bust a cap up in n' they wanted ta take a thugged-out dirt nap. Dirtnap! Dirtnap! They was made of dirtnap I rap , nahmean biiiatch?
And then da perved-out muthafucka stood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Dude stood from tha wata n' approached mah dirty ass yo. Dude was whisperin ta mah dirty ass. Whisperin unendin fo' realz. A single word, no two yo, but they was one yo. His voice was so soft n' dope dat I felt tears rise up in mah dirty ass. That word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! That word dat has hustled mah crazy ass fo' all kindsa muthafuckin years. "Nevermore" That is what tha fuck da perved-out muthafucka holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Over n' over again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore yo. Dude kept whisperin n' approachin yo. Dude reached up ta me as his schmoooove ass came closer, n' dem hands; they ended up in claws muthafucka! Da clawz of beasts, tha clawz of thangs dat is not men. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And I was so frozen up in fear, I could only cower there up in awe n' up in pure, abject terror. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. My fuckin blood had turned cold, mah ass refused ta beat properly yo. Dude came ta me biaaatch! Dude came ta me and, oh god, he-
ORIGINAL
Alpha
Castiel
Stats Are Unknown
His aura has gone completely white and doesn't smell like anything.
LOST LETTER WRITTEN BY EDGAR ALLEN POE. RECOVERED FROM AN UNUSED BANK VAULT IN BALTIMORE, MARYLAND AND ADDRESSED TO A CERTAIN DR. JOSEPH E. SNODGRASS. THE RETRIEVABLE CONTENTS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
To My Dear Friend Dr. Snodgrass,
Forgive me my dear friend for coming to you with such terrible burdens as are my afflictions, but I cannot possibly condone myself to cease in telling you all that is happening to me. You think me mad, and rightfully so. I thought myself to have passed all sanity when those frightful words left my lips, but please, please my dear friend, do not stopper your ears to my voice. I beg you hearken and take into account what I am recording for you here in my letter. I pray you understand that I have never been insane. I have not the madness of hatters, though I am indisposed to become mad should this nightmare never cease to plague me. I am close to the end, my dear friend. It is only a matter of time, I know that now. So I write to you in earnest and with a pleading heart that you will be open to all that I shall now tell you.
It started three summers ago in June. You remember do you not? I daresay I hope you do. That day has stuck with me so long. It was the summer we journeyed to visit the strange ring of stones in Stonehendge. And you were so cross with Virginia for giving water to the horses right after our ride. Remember? I'm sure you will, as you shall remember it was the start of all these horrors.
I had gone off alone, don't you remember? I followed the winding road by that lovely green hill, the one I pointed out to you on our first ride. I followed that path all the way down to the bottom of the hill, and there it was. There was Stonehedge. I walked all the way there without stopping to take in the morning air and observe all that nature could unbind in such early hours of the day. I walked betwixt those stone columns, marveling at what hands could fashion such a creation. And there it was. Oh god, why did I have to see it! I'm sorry, dear friend, I write with passion and emotion. Do know I write sober.
I saw the writing on the rocks. I know now it must have been writing. Long, spindly, shadowed scrawl that dipped and weaved between the cracks and crevices. I saw that forbidden, unearthly writing and I felt drawn. Drawn to it! I felt an indescribable hold on my heart that dragged my soul screaming from within me and into those rocks. And a voice from somewhere dark and foul, for where else could such a voice come from, whispered to me quietly and mournfully. It whispered to me in a language I did not know but did not have to, for the meaning of those archaic words were so clear, engraved inside my very skull. Come! A terrible impulse swept over me and I threw myself to the rocks. All things rational abandoned me. I clawed at the rocks with my bare hands. I pounded and hit and clawed, as if I were digging into golden grains of sand and not solid, immovable earth. I do not remember much of that, for as I said, all things rational escaped me, and for a moment, my mind must have escaped me as well.
What I do remember is after my madness. I awoke to shadows and darkness. Fearful, I rose and surveyed my surroundings, but no eye could breach that oppressive black. I felt cold, hard earth under my hands and began crawling across it, hands and knees. I felt along the passage, my fingers grazing against stone. I perceived myself to be in some sort of cave or equally deep bowel of the earth. How I happened upon it I know not, though my confused mind began scrambling to put the pieces together and come to terms with a suitable explanation.
Then there was a soft, heavenly glow. So subtle and dim it truly was, but after the darkness it was more blinding than the sun. I shielded my gaze, almost afraid to look upon it. But momentarily my sight accustomed to the light. I looked about, relief flooding my body at the prospect I had found some form of exit to the surface. Those feelings despaired and died when I found that no such exit had opened to me. I had blundered into a large cavern. Before me was a pool of water most blue. The rock rippled with the shadows and reflections of that pool's odd light. Indeed, the pool was the source of light. I do not lie or make pretenses. I tell you, my dear friend, that pool was glowing with light.
And this my dear friend is where even I fall to confusion, for my memory of the dealings hereafter are so muddled and troubled that I can scarcely write them illegibly even now as I dare to recall it. In that strange pool, I found a boy. Not a child, but he seemed so like a boy that it is the only way I can place him. He had such a gentle face. A face that could not hold all the darkness that he really was. He was crouched in the middle of that pool. Crouched there, staring at me. He looked unnatural, but beautiful. I never describe living creatures as beautiful except perhaps the animals or my sweet wife, but he had such an unnatural beauty about him. He was strange, oh yes. His skin was pale like a rich lady and his face devoid of any conceivable blemish. His shoulders, the only other visible part of his body were disturbing. Flesh that was knotted and roped with scars. His ears were pointed. His hair was like lavendar. But his eyes! His frightful, terrible eyes. I shall never forget them. They were made of death. Death! I am rambling, I am talking foolishness. No, no I am not. I am frightened and passionate but I am not mad. I am only afraid. I cannot think of those eyes. Oh god, those horrible eyes. Those eyes wanted me. They wanted to tear me apart. Those eyes wanted to kill and they wanted to die. Death! Death! They were made of death I tell you!
And then he stood. He stood from the water and approached me. He was whispering to me. Whispering unending. A single word, no two, but they were one. His voice was so soft and sweet that I felt tears rise in me. That word. That word that has haunted me for so many years. "Nevermore" That is what he said. Over and over again. Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore. He kept whispering and approaching. He reached out to me as he came closer, and those hands; they ended in claws! The claws of beasts, the claws of things that are not men. And I was so frozen in fear, I could only cower there in awe and in pure, abject terror. My blood had turned cold, my heart refused to beat properly. He came to me! He came to me and, oh god, he-
THE REST OF THIS LETTER HAS BEEN LOST. MANY HISTORIANS HAVE LONG SINCE PROPOSED DIFFERENT THEORIES AS TO THE CREDIBILITY OF THIS LETTER. SOME SAY IT WAS ACTUALLY THE BEGINNING OF AN UNPUBLISHED SHORT STORY. MOST BELIEVED HE HAD GONE MAD. THIS LETTER HAS BEEN STORED IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS AT THE DISPOSAL OF PROFESSORS AND STUDENTS FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA.
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THE NEW AND IMPROVED GHETTO POE
Alpha
Castiel
Stats Is Unknown
His aura has gone straight-up white n' don't smell like anything.
LOST LETTER WRITTEN BY EDGAR ALLEN POE. RECOVERED FROM AN UNUSED BANK VAULT IN BALTIMORE, MARYLAND AND ADDRESSED TO A CERTAIN DR. JOSEPH E. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SNODGRASS. THE RETRIEVABLE CONTENTS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
To My fuckin Dear Hommie Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Snodgrass,
Forgive me mah dear playa fo' comin ta you wit such shitty burdens as is mah afflictions yo, but I cannot possibly condone mah dirty ass ta cease up in spittin some lyrics ta you all dat is goin down ta mah dirty ass. Yo ass be thinkin me mad, n' rightfully so.. n' you KNOWS mah dirty ass ta have passed all sanitizzle when dem frightful lyrics left mah lips yo, but please, please mah dear playa, do not stopper yo' ears ta mah voice. I beg you hearken n' take tha fuck into account what tha fuck I be recordin fo' you here up in mah letter n' shit. I pray you KNOW dat I aint NEVER been insane. I aint tha madnizz of hatters, though I be indisposed ta become mad should dis nightmare never cease ta plague mah dirty ass. I be close ta tha end, mah dear playa yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Well shiiiit, it is only a matta of time, I know dat now, nahmeean, biatch? Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I write ta you up in earnest n' wit a pleadin ass dat yo big-ass booty is ghon be open ta all dat I shall now tell yo thugged-out ass.
It started three summers ago up in June. Yo ass remember do you not, biatch? I daresay I hope you do. That dizzle has stuck wit me so long. Dat shiznit was tha summer our laid-back asses journeyed ta git on over ta tha strange rang of stones up in Stonehendge fo' realz. And you was so cross wit Virginia fo' givin wata ta tha horses right afta our ride. Remember, biatch? I be shizzle you will, as you shall remember dat shiznit was tha start of all these horrors.
I had gone off alone, don't you remember, biatch? I followed tha windin road by dat ghettofab chronic hill, tha one I pointed up ta you on our first ride. I followed dat path all tha way down ta tha bottom of tha hill, n' there it was. There was Stonehedge. I strutted all tha way there without stoppin ta take up in tha mornin air n' observe all dat nature could unbind up in such early minutez of tha day. It make me wanna hollar playa! I strutted betwixt dem stone columns, marvelin at what tha fuck handz could fashizzle such a cold-ass lil creation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And there it was. Oh god, why did I gotta peep dat shiznit son! I be sorry, dear playa, I write wit boner n' emotion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Do know I write sober.
I saw tha freestylin on tha rocks. I know now it must done been writing. Long, spindly, shadowed scrawl dat dipped n' weaved between tha cracks n' crevices. I saw dat forbidden, unearthly freestylin n' I felt drawn. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Drawn ta dat shiznit son! I felt a indescribable hold on mah ass dat dragged mah ass beatboxin from within me n' tha fuck into dem rocks fo' realz. And a voice from somewhere dark n' foul, fo' where else could such a voice come from, whispered ta me on tha fuckin' down-lowly n' mournfully. Well shiiiit, it whispered ta me up in a language I did not know but did not have to, fo' tha meanin of dem archaic lyrics was so clear, engraved inside mah straight-up skull. Come biaaatch! A shitty impulse swept over me n' I threw mah dirty ass ta tha rocks fo' realz. All thangs rationizzle abandoned mah dirty ass. I clawed all up in tha rocks wit mah bare hands. I pounded n' hit n' clawed, as if I was diggin tha fuck into golden grainz of sand n' not solid, immovable earth. I do not remember much of that, fo' as I holla'd, all thangs rationizzle escaped me, n' fo' a moment, mah mind must have escaped mah crazy ass as well.
What I do remember be afta mah madness. I awoke ta shadows n' darkness. Fearful, I rose n' surveyed mah surroundings yo, but no eye could breach dat oppressive black. I felt cold, hard earth under mah handz n' fuckin started crawlin across it, handz n' knees. I felt along tha passage, mah fingers grazin against stone. I perceived mah dirty ass ta be up in some sort of cave or equally deep bowel of tha earth yo. How tha fuck I happened upon it I know not, though mah trippin mind fuckin started scramblin ta put tha pieces together n' come ta terms wit a suitable explanation.
Then there was a soft, heavenly glow. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So subtle n' dim it truly was yo, but afta tha darknizz dat shiznit was mo' blindin than tha sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I shielded mah gaze, almost afraid ta look upon dat shit. But momentarily mah sight accustomed ta tha light. I looked about, relief floodin mah body all up in tha prospect I had found some form of exit ta tha surface. Those vibe despaired n' took a dirt nap when I found dat no such exit had opened ta mah dirty ass. I had blundered tha fuck into a big-ass cavern, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Before me was a pool of wata most blue. Da rock rippled wit tha shadows n' reflectionz of dat poolz odd light. Git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, tha pool was tha source of light. I do not lie or make pretenses. I rap , mah dear playa, dat pool was glowin wit light.
And dis mah dear playa is where even I fall ta mad drama, fo' mah memory of tha dealings hereafta is so muddled n' shitd dat I can scarcely write dem illegibly even now as I dare ta recall dat shit. In dat strange pool, I found a funky-ass boy. Not a cold-ass lil lil pimp yo, but da perved-out muthafucka seemed so like a funky-ass pimp dat it is tha only way I can place his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude had such a gentle grill fo' realz. A grill dat could not hold all tha darknizz dat he straight-up was yo. Dude was crouched up in tha middle of dat pool. Crouched there, starin all up in mah grill yo. Dude looked unnatural yo, but dope naaahhmean, biatch? I never describe livin creatures as dope except like tha muthafuckas or mah dope hoe yo, but dat schmoooove muthafucka had such a unnatural beauty bout his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude was strange, oh yes yo. His skin was pale like a rich lady n' his wild lil' grill devoid of any conceivable blemish yo. His shoulders, tha only other visible part of his body was disturbing. Flesh dat was knotted n' roped wit scars yo. His ears was pointed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time yo. His afro was like lavendar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. But his wild lil' fuckin eyes muthafucka! His frightful, shitty eyes. I shall never forget em. They was made of dirtnap. Dirtnap! I be rambling, I be rappin' foolishness. Fuck dat shit, no I be not. I be frightened n' horny but I aint mad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be only afraid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I cannot be thinkin of dem eyes. Oh god, dem wack eyes. Those eyes wanted mah dirty ass. They wanted ta tear me apart. Those eyes wanted ta bust a cap up in n' they wanted ta take a thugged-out dirt nap. Dirtnap! Dirtnap! They was made of dirtnap I rap , nahmean biiiatch?
And then da perved-out muthafucka stood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Dude stood from tha wata n' approached mah dirty ass yo. Dude was whisperin ta mah dirty ass. Whisperin unendin fo' realz. A single word, no two yo, but they was one yo. His voice was so soft n' dope dat I felt tears rise up in mah dirty ass. That word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! That word dat has hustled mah crazy ass fo' all kindsa muthafuckin years. "Nevermore" That is what tha fuck da perved-out muthafucka holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Over n' over again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore yo. Dude kept whisperin n' approachin yo. Dude reached up ta me as his schmoooove ass came closer, n' dem hands; they ended up in claws muthafucka! Da clawz of beasts, tha clawz of thangs dat is not men. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And I was so frozen up in fear, I could only cower there up in awe n' up in pure, abject terror. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. My fuckin blood had turned cold, mah ass refused ta beat properly yo. Dude came ta me biaaatch! Dude came ta me and, oh god, he-
Monday, December 1, 2014
December First... Yay?
December First. Should I be excited? Not sure. It definitely marks the end of NaNo and a countdown to Christmas. Meh.
I got up at 6:30 to take the dog out in sleeting rain. She just wandered around sniffing the grass, watching the neighbors, and listening to the ice crack under her paws. So I froze my butt off for nothing. Whoop dee doo. Overall, not an eventful day at all.
I read this hilarious post about Twilight exuding Mormon beliefs. I actually wrote a reply to defend that Twilight was not reflecting Mormonism. Not because I like Twilight (y'all should KNOW that by now) but because it was so ridiculous, I just could not resist. Literally COULD NOT resist. Also, I wanted to defend Robert Pattinson, because he apparently brought it up by saying:
“I think people make up all these Mormon references just so they can publish ‘Twilight’ articles in respectable publications like the New York Times. Even Stephenie said it doesn’t mean any of that. It is based on a dream.”
While we all know the iconic tale of how Mormon book lover Stephanie Meyer's wet dream brought upon us this accursed abomination, I think people are totally in the wrong to say that obviously a=b and Twilight=Mormon just because they could pull some obscure references out of their butts.
I picked the following articles and wrote the appropriate responses to completely rebuff everything they said. I'm shocked that Twilight fans did not bother defending their beloved tome. Here I am defending it for no other reason than it was too funny for words to read what these people wrote.
http://www.beliefnet.com/columnists/flunkingsainthood/2010/07/yes-robert-pattinson-there-are-mormon-themes-in-twilight.html
MY RESPONSE
It appears that the author is terribly misinformed about vampires and Twilight in general, so before any more articles like this get out, let me point out a few things:
1. ALL vampires "live without death in a resurrected-like state". And especially in modern literature, vampires are now commonly described as "godlike" and "inhumanly beautiful." (see Vampire Diaries. Stefan and Damon: am I right?) In fact, the majority of teen lit sells every main hottie as "inhumanly beautiful". I guess that means every single guy in teen lit is Mormon now.
2. The angel bit? Really? That's reaching pretty far. Of course she doesn't see him as "any more glorious". Every teen girl thinks that of their boyfriend. Also, does that make zombies angels too? Cause by that description, they would be. Zombies are resurrected beings of flesh and bone. So are Draugr in Skyrim. Fus Ro Dah angels! Fus. Ro Dah. (thank God the draugr don't have wings...)
2.5: A sparkly stalker does not an angel make.
3. Marriages are sealed for eternity? That's pretty much a widespread belief, not exclusively Mormon. Heck, even hawks and eagles and a few other animals do it to. Are they Mormon too now? And every starry-eyed girl thinks they and their boyfriend's relationship will be eternal. Seriously. Go into any high school and look for the girl who gloms to her boyfriend like a barnacle. Ask her about her and her boyfriend's relationship.
4. Native Americans having Bible names... That's really not a Mormon thing either. Millions of Christians do it too. When whites colonized places, a lot of the peoples took on Biblical names or were given Biblical names. Sort of how Asians will sometimes take on Western names when visiting English speaking countries (especially if their name is hard to pronounce, as seen with Jackie Chan). Back then, Biblical names were the most popular to do since there was a large plethora to choose from, and the whites respected such names. Even Pocahontas took on the name Rebecca when she came to England. English names spread in popularity, and are still seen around multiple countries today. Names like Jacob and Rachel are likely to be found among Nat. Americans, rather than names like Mckenzie or Dustin, and unless the reservation is very traditional, they probably won't have as many traditional Nat. American names as you would expect.
4.5 Every single traditional leadership passed from father to son. EVERY SINGLE FREAKING ONE! If a son was not alive, then the next, closest living male relative. And saying "Well, it's a spiritual thing for the Quilletes" does not help your case. It's a fantasy/paranormal/supernatural/vampire/werewolf book. Of course something magical/spiritual/special has to be happening. Take the weird imprinting with a baby thing for example.
5. Making the decision to overcome the "natural man" is not a Mormon belief, it is a Christian one, a Buddhist one, etc. Every religion out there points out where there is good and evil. Typically, good stuff equals happy time in a happy afterlife (or perhaps pure enlightenment in Nirvana) while bad stuff equals sad time in hell or related afterworlds. It is every man's struggle to overcome the evil in EVERY religion, not just Mormon. I suppose I'm Mormon now since I'm trying to be good. Wow.
6. Agency is not a Mormon belief. It is an obvious path every human takes. We make choices every single day despite our circumstances. It's what made Dr. Ben Carson, a black ghetto born man, to become a highly respected pediatric neurosurgeon, instead of a criminal like the path most people born in ghettos choose. Sad but true. Or how about Stephen Hawking, who, rather than sink into depression and give up, developed technology that would power him through his illness so he could continue his work. Think about that. Just because Mormons put the concept of "life choices" on paper and gave it a fancy name like "Agency" does not mean they have copyrighted it.
In conclusion: please provide solid evidence that there are "Mormon beliefs in Twilight" rather than using references that are SO vague, I can connect them to anything. Until then: Twilight is not connected to Mormonism.
"Fans sit enraptured as Bella continues her quest to be part of an ideal LDS family that mates for eternity, has regular Family Home Evenings, and is headed up by a benevolent patriarch and a gentle homemaker."
Girl, that's everybody's American-pie dream. Stop copyrighting every good thing on this earth as Mormon. Soon, car washes, birthday cakes, puppies, and twirling noodles with your fork will become Mormon principles. Sherioushly. Just stahp. STAHP!
NEXT ARTICLE:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/06/24/mormon-influence-imagery_n_623487.html
Of course I had to pick the huffington post. That BS is full of great laughs xD
LOL: "It's possible that Meyer never set out to weave Mormon imagery into the 'Twilight' background. Yet intentional or otherwise, it's hard to ignore..."
Hard to ignore my pasty white butt, more like.
MY RESPONSE
- Avoiding alcohol and tobacco? Um... yes. I actually do that too. I swore that off long ago. For health reasons. For the longest time, I swore off tea and coffee too because I read about drinking that stuff affecting the adrenal gland and how you can burn it out. As I got older, I realized that it only happens if you drink copious amounts for long periods of time.
Eating less meat might be a reference to all the iron in her body making her lethargic, something she exudes spectacularly.
Just because you swear something off does NOT mean you are a Mormon. You could just be normal... or health conscious.
- Work ethic and traditional women roles? Holy crap! NOOOO! How dare she keep the house clean! Curse her! Her and all the orthodox Pentecostals and the Amish (protestant and mennonite) and the traditionalists and the Muslim and the... well, just about EVERYONE I guess... and curse me too while I'm at it for doing household chores and "traditional women roles". Maybe she likes to have clean dishes, or perhaps sewing up the holes in those socks will help keep her feet warm.
- Quick marriage and pregnancy? That's the most common trope of teen novels, especially those written by thirteen year old girls. Just look up the majority of fiction or fanfiction on Quizilla (wattpad's deformed second cousin). By the end of the book, they married their boyfriend and had twenty children in roughly the span of a year.
- Um, this has nothing to do with "Nat. Americans joining the Master Race" *cough*. This reminds me vaguely of the Talmud, a religious book of laws by Pre-Christian era Jews that said having sex with babies and marrying nine year olds was perfectly legit. (sick, sick crap)
- Naming Jacob "Black" has nothing to do with skin color. First: you just spent all this time talking about Nat. Americans and the connections to Twilight with that, now you're saying it's about the blacks, who are the cursed, evil race in Mormon belief (though they deny this adamantly even though their book says it's true multiple times). You can't go changing the racist tune like that, you can't. Either red or black. Pick one. Second: Have you ever looked at Indian last names? Moon, Bear, White, Hill, Reed, Green, BLACK (listed 84th most common Native American and Alaskan Indian name by the US census of the year 2000). http://names.mongabay.com/data/indians.html
Black is 84th. Aka: it's common. Plus it sounds more Indian than the first name on that list which was Smith. She could have easily named him Jacob White, which would probably make you start preaching white supremacy till the cows come home.
Now, a lot of people say that "Well, Stephenie Meyer is Mormon, so her beliefs leak into her work." Not really. I have some very, very strong beliefs about things, but you probably won't be seeing that in my work for the next twenty years at least. (filter definitely comes off at 72. YOLO.)
I got up at 6:30 to take the dog out in sleeting rain. She just wandered around sniffing the grass, watching the neighbors, and listening to the ice crack under her paws. So I froze my butt off for nothing. Whoop dee doo. Overall, not an eventful day at all.
A RANDOM RAMBLING FEATURING TWILIGHT: BECAUSE THIS NEVER GETS OLD
I read this hilarious post about Twilight exuding Mormon beliefs. I actually wrote a reply to defend that Twilight was not reflecting Mormonism. Not because I like Twilight (y'all should KNOW that by now) but because it was so ridiculous, I just could not resist. Literally COULD NOT resist. Also, I wanted to defend Robert Pattinson, because he apparently brought it up by saying:
“I think people make up all these Mormon references just so they can publish ‘Twilight’ articles in respectable publications like the New York Times. Even Stephenie said it doesn’t mean any of that. It is based on a dream.”
While we all know the iconic tale of how Mormon book lover Stephanie Meyer's wet dream brought upon us this accursed abomination, I think people are totally in the wrong to say that obviously a=b and Twilight=Mormon just because they could pull some obscure references out of their butts.
I picked the following articles and wrote the appropriate responses to completely rebuff everything they said. I'm shocked that Twilight fans did not bother defending their beloved tome. Here I am defending it for no other reason than it was too funny for words to read what these people wrote.
http://www.beliefnet.com/columnists/flunkingsainthood/2010/07/yes-robert-pattinson-there-are-mormon-themes-in-twilight.html
MY RESPONSE
It appears that the author is terribly misinformed about vampires and Twilight in general, so before any more articles like this get out, let me point out a few things:
1. ALL vampires "live without death in a resurrected-like state". And especially in modern literature, vampires are now commonly described as "godlike" and "inhumanly beautiful." (see Vampire Diaries. Stefan and Damon: am I right?) In fact, the majority of teen lit sells every main hottie as "inhumanly beautiful". I guess that means every single guy in teen lit is Mormon now.
2. The angel bit? Really? That's reaching pretty far. Of course she doesn't see him as "any more glorious". Every teen girl thinks that of their boyfriend. Also, does that make zombies angels too? Cause by that description, they would be. Zombies are resurrected beings of flesh and bone. So are Draugr in Skyrim. Fus Ro Dah angels! Fus. Ro Dah. (thank God the draugr don't have wings...)
2.5: A sparkly stalker does not an angel make.
3. Marriages are sealed for eternity? That's pretty much a widespread belief, not exclusively Mormon. Heck, even hawks and eagles and a few other animals do it to. Are they Mormon too now? And every starry-eyed girl thinks they and their boyfriend's relationship will be eternal. Seriously. Go into any high school and look for the girl who gloms to her boyfriend like a barnacle. Ask her about her and her boyfriend's relationship.
4. Native Americans having Bible names... That's really not a Mormon thing either. Millions of Christians do it too. When whites colonized places, a lot of the peoples took on Biblical names or were given Biblical names. Sort of how Asians will sometimes take on Western names when visiting English speaking countries (especially if their name is hard to pronounce, as seen with Jackie Chan). Back then, Biblical names were the most popular to do since there was a large plethora to choose from, and the whites respected such names. Even Pocahontas took on the name Rebecca when she came to England. English names spread in popularity, and are still seen around multiple countries today. Names like Jacob and Rachel are likely to be found among Nat. Americans, rather than names like Mckenzie or Dustin, and unless the reservation is very traditional, they probably won't have as many traditional Nat. American names as you would expect.
4.5 Every single traditional leadership passed from father to son. EVERY SINGLE FREAKING ONE! If a son was not alive, then the next, closest living male relative. And saying "Well, it's a spiritual thing for the Quilletes" does not help your case. It's a fantasy/paranormal/supernatural/vampire/werewolf book. Of course something magical/spiritual/special has to be happening. Take the weird imprinting with a baby thing for example.
5. Making the decision to overcome the "natural man" is not a Mormon belief, it is a Christian one, a Buddhist one, etc. Every religion out there points out where there is good and evil. Typically, good stuff equals happy time in a happy afterlife (or perhaps pure enlightenment in Nirvana) while bad stuff equals sad time in hell or related afterworlds. It is every man's struggle to overcome the evil in EVERY religion, not just Mormon. I suppose I'm Mormon now since I'm trying to be good. Wow.
6. Agency is not a Mormon belief. It is an obvious path every human takes. We make choices every single day despite our circumstances. It's what made Dr. Ben Carson, a black ghetto born man, to become a highly respected pediatric neurosurgeon, instead of a criminal like the path most people born in ghettos choose. Sad but true. Or how about Stephen Hawking, who, rather than sink into depression and give up, developed technology that would power him through his illness so he could continue his work. Think about that. Just because Mormons put the concept of "life choices" on paper and gave it a fancy name like "Agency" does not mean they have copyrighted it.
In conclusion: please provide solid evidence that there are "Mormon beliefs in Twilight" rather than using references that are SO vague, I can connect them to anything. Until then: Twilight is not connected to Mormonism.
"Fans sit enraptured as Bella continues her quest to be part of an ideal LDS family that mates for eternity, has regular Family Home Evenings, and is headed up by a benevolent patriarch and a gentle homemaker."
Girl, that's everybody's American-pie dream. Stop copyrighting every good thing on this earth as Mormon. Soon, car washes, birthday cakes, puppies, and twirling noodles with your fork will become Mormon principles. Sherioushly. Just stahp. STAHP!
NEXT ARTICLE:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/06/24/mormon-influence-imagery_n_623487.html
Of course I had to pick the huffington post. That BS is full of great laughs xD
LOL: "It's possible that Meyer never set out to weave Mormon imagery into the 'Twilight' background. Yet intentional or otherwise, it's hard to ignore..."
Hard to ignore my pasty white butt, more like.
MY RESPONSE
- Avoiding alcohol and tobacco? Um... yes. I actually do that too. I swore that off long ago. For health reasons. For the longest time, I swore off tea and coffee too because I read about drinking that stuff affecting the adrenal gland and how you can burn it out. As I got older, I realized that it only happens if you drink copious amounts for long periods of time.
Eating less meat might be a reference to all the iron in her body making her lethargic, something she exudes spectacularly.
Just because you swear something off does NOT mean you are a Mormon. You could just be normal... or health conscious.
- Work ethic and traditional women roles? Holy crap! NOOOO! How dare she keep the house clean! Curse her! Her and all the orthodox Pentecostals and the Amish (protestant and mennonite) and the traditionalists and the Muslim and the... well, just about EVERYONE I guess... and curse me too while I'm at it for doing household chores and "traditional women roles". Maybe she likes to have clean dishes, or perhaps sewing up the holes in those socks will help keep her feet warm.
- Quick marriage and pregnancy? That's the most common trope of teen novels, especially those written by thirteen year old girls. Just look up the majority of fiction or fanfiction on Quizilla (wattpad's deformed second cousin). By the end of the book, they married their boyfriend and had twenty children in roughly the span of a year.
- Um, this has nothing to do with "Nat. Americans joining the Master Race" *cough*. This reminds me vaguely of the Talmud, a religious book of laws by Pre-Christian era Jews that said having sex with babies and marrying nine year olds was perfectly legit. (sick, sick crap)
- Naming Jacob "Black" has nothing to do with skin color. First: you just spent all this time talking about Nat. Americans and the connections to Twilight with that, now you're saying it's about the blacks, who are the cursed, evil race in Mormon belief (though they deny this adamantly even though their book says it's true multiple times). You can't go changing the racist tune like that, you can't. Either red or black. Pick one. Second: Have you ever looked at Indian last names? Moon, Bear, White, Hill, Reed, Green, BLACK (listed 84th most common Native American and Alaskan Indian name by the US census of the year 2000). http://names.mongabay.com/data/indians.html
Black is 84th. Aka: it's common. Plus it sounds more Indian than the first name on that list which was Smith. She could have easily named him Jacob White, which would probably make you start preaching white supremacy till the cows come home.
Now, a lot of people say that "Well, Stephenie Meyer is Mormon, so her beliefs leak into her work." Not really. I have some very, very strong beliefs about things, but you probably won't be seeing that in my work for the next twenty years at least. (filter definitely comes off at 72. YOLO.)
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Day 30: end of the line
14:21
After a hazardous night with my crazy kitten, I got next to no sleep, so I slept in today. Eesh.
I am determined to get 3471 words in and hit that 50k goal, starting... now!
14:37
Well, it's going pretty alright. I like writing fight scenes ^^
People say I'm pretty good at writing fight scenes, so one of these posts, I fully intend to explain how to write good fight scenes (probably by linking a bunch of resources that I used to learn how)
23:35
I won NaNo at 50017 words, and I even have almost a half hour to spare. Not too bad for totally sucking most of this year.
After a hazardous night with my crazy kitten, I got next to no sleep, so I slept in today. Eesh.
I am determined to get 3471 words in and hit that 50k goal, starting... now!
14:37
Well, it's going pretty alright. I like writing fight scenes ^^
People say I'm pretty good at writing fight scenes, so one of these posts, I fully intend to explain how to write good fight scenes (probably by linking a bunch of resources that I used to learn how)
23:35
I won NaNo at 50017 words, and I even have almost a half hour to spare. Not too bad for totally sucking most of this year.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Day 29: shoop woop skiddley doop
15:33
So, the best board game ever has got to be "Betrayal at House on the Hill." It's a horror survival game made by wizard's of the coast. Like Clue, you have these characters that go into all these different rooms, but you get to build the house. Eventually, a "haunt" will begin, and based on what characters found what items where, the haunt will always be different (there are roughly 50 something haunts). In each haunt, there is a traitor. This traitor teams up with a monster (or is a monster) who tries to kill off all the other players. The traitor has a specific set of instructions on how to complete this. The others have a survivor's manual that tells them how to win against the enemy.
I love the game, because there are a million ways it can go. You never know who's gonna die, who's gonna survive, and who will win in the end. It has a lot to do with strategy as well as luck.
So consider getting this game. It is legendary!
18:17
When my friends tell me they're gonna blast Christmas music, what they mean is Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
23:33
I have written zilch, zero, nada for NaNo today, but that's A-OK by me. I will just have to push to the finish line tomorrow.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Day 28: copious copying
3:19
You might be questioning the sudden skyrocketing numbers in my NaNo wordcount.
Well...
I was explaining my dilemma to TheJazzPony about how I was falling behind, had 2 days left, and roughly 8000 words left to type out. Plus, I was running out of inspiration. I also mentioned the 4284 words I had written previous to NaNo.
So she suggested I re-type out all those words. Then I can honestly say I wrote all that for this NaNo.
So I did. I even wrote several hundred new words to extend some chapters and tweak some scenes. It was really, really easy. Which is good, because I would rather re-type what I wrote pre-NaNo than take yet another break from writing and fall even further behind.
So I did not cheat and just throw the words in, I actually rewrote stuff (even deleted and added new stuff), and so... yah... that's that.
I guess I'm back on track now. I would be very happy to exceed 50k this year, but we shall see what happens.
3:24
In other news, on my characters extra site, I am posting up a list of every name I have ever used in roleplay. At least, what I can gather from my characters' sites...
Some I can recall even without my characters' sites, like my charrie Dastan who was a cheetah, or my werewolf Donnie Darkstorm... among others. Usually names that I have reused several times are easy to recall.
It's a meticulous process, but I like to see what names I re-hash too many times *cough cough* Arteaux *cough*. As well as to just, I don't know, see what I've come up with. It's sort of cool. To me at least. I don't know. Yall probably think I'm weird.
Though it would be more weird if you didn't think that already...
3:28
Two NaNos in a row, I have done a blog post on the Hunger Games.
Nov. 23, 2013 - Nov. 19, 2014
6:48
So, I'm up at the crack of dawn, less than 3 hours of sleep, and I'm just gonna have to deal with it.
She peed on my floor twice, pooped under my bed, then peed on my bed this morning. And we're talking lakes.
Lakes.
My whole room smells like freaking cat pee. WHY?
She does not realize how loved she is. Any other (sane) person would have gotten rid of her by now. Many times I want to. Heck, when I first moved here, she got REALLY territorial (wasn't used to the other two cats) so she would pee on my bed several times a day. I think I broke the drying machine with my comforter going through all those times.
So, this incident here is not that bad. It probably means she's going into her picky "change my litter twice a day" phase. (I hate that phase....) >. >
9:01
I finished my master list of character names (at least all the humans, animals and warrior cats still needs to be made). And A, S, M, and T are in the top four. A takes first place with 89. That's mostly because A is the first letter that comes up on baby name sites when I'm trying to get inspiration for character names.
I really don't have a favorite letter... but it seems that I need to give other letters more attention.
On another note, I have no Q names, which surprises me. Usually, I'm pretty good at having a character in each letter, I mean, take the last few letters of the alphabet that we typically don't touch: U, W, X, and Y. Maybe even throw O into the mix while we're at it.
O=9, U=5, W=6, X=3, and Y has 5.
Oh, what about V and Z? V has 23 and Z has 15.
For those uncommon letters, you would think I would have a Q name somewhere, but nope.
*cracks knuckles* Time to make a Q, I suppose...
That's why I like this list though. It shows me all I used before (including which names I repeated to death, like Aro Septimus Nox o.o ) and where I don't have a lot of characters, etc. I think it's cool.
So yah, that's my spiel.
You might be questioning the sudden skyrocketing numbers in my NaNo wordcount.
Well...
I was explaining my dilemma to TheJazzPony about how I was falling behind, had 2 days left, and roughly 8000 words left to type out. Plus, I was running out of inspiration. I also mentioned the 4284 words I had written previous to NaNo.
So she suggested I re-type out all those words. Then I can honestly say I wrote all that for this NaNo.
So I did. I even wrote several hundred new words to extend some chapters and tweak some scenes. It was really, really easy. Which is good, because I would rather re-type what I wrote pre-NaNo than take yet another break from writing and fall even further behind.
So I did not cheat and just throw the words in, I actually rewrote stuff (even deleted and added new stuff), and so... yah... that's that.
I guess I'm back on track now. I would be very happy to exceed 50k this year, but we shall see what happens.
3:24
In other news, on my characters extra site, I am posting up a list of every name I have ever used in roleplay. At least, what I can gather from my characters' sites...
Some I can recall even without my characters' sites, like my charrie Dastan who was a cheetah, or my werewolf Donnie Darkstorm... among others. Usually names that I have reused several times are easy to recall.
It's a meticulous process, but I like to see what names I re-hash too many times *cough cough* Arteaux *cough*. As well as to just, I don't know, see what I've come up with. It's sort of cool. To me at least. I don't know. Yall probably think I'm weird.
Though it would be more weird if you didn't think that already...
3:28
Two NaNos in a row, I have done a blog post on the Hunger Games.
Nov. 23, 2013 - Nov. 19, 2014
6:48
So, I'm up at the crack of dawn, less than 3 hours of sleep, and I'm just gonna have to deal with it.
She peed on my floor twice, pooped under my bed, then peed on my bed this morning. And we're talking lakes.
Lakes.
My whole room smells like freaking cat pee. WHY?
She does not realize how loved she is. Any other (sane) person would have gotten rid of her by now. Many times I want to. Heck, when I first moved here, she got REALLY territorial (wasn't used to the other two cats) so she would pee on my bed several times a day. I think I broke the drying machine with my comforter going through all those times.
So, this incident here is not that bad. It probably means she's going into her picky "change my litter twice a day" phase. (I hate that phase....) >. >
9:01
I finished my master list of character names (at least all the humans, animals and warrior cats still needs to be made). And A, S, M, and T are in the top four. A takes first place with 89. That's mostly because A is the first letter that comes up on baby name sites when I'm trying to get inspiration for character names.
I really don't have a favorite letter... but it seems that I need to give other letters more attention.
On another note, I have no Q names, which surprises me. Usually, I'm pretty good at having a character in each letter, I mean, take the last few letters of the alphabet that we typically don't touch: U, W, X, and Y. Maybe even throw O into the mix while we're at it.
O=9, U=5, W=6, X=3, and Y has 5.
Oh, what about V and Z? V has 23 and Z has 15.
For those uncommon letters, you would think I would have a Q name somewhere, but nope.
*cracks knuckles* Time to make a Q, I suppose...
That's why I like this list though. It shows me all I used before (including which names I repeated to death, like Aro Septimus Nox o.o ) and where I don't have a lot of characters, etc. I think it's cool.
So yah, that's my spiel.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Day 27: happy naked turkey sacrifice day
Happy Naked Turkey Sacrifice Day!
I hope all the fires of your ovens accepted your offering of naked turkey. Was it roasted well? Or did the accursed gods of flame deny your sacrifice and return it to you charred and nasty?
I am thankful for my family, friends, and my cat, even though she peed on my floor and pooped under my bed...
She better be darn thankful that she has me for her mommy.
I hope all the fires of your ovens accepted your offering of naked turkey. Was it roasted well? Or did the accursed gods of flame deny your sacrifice and return it to you charred and nasty?
I am thankful for my family, friends, and my cat, even though she peed on my floor and pooped under my bed...
She better be darn thankful that she has me for her mommy.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Day 26: us
22:47
Greetings everyone. It is Day 26 and the Nii is going back at it with a typing frenzy that will leave their keyboard smokin', and not just cause it's sexy.
*cough* Well, that was awkward.
So, I am once again jumping ship to Chapter 9 this time because nothing cranks out a word count better than high paced action sequences. I am determined to write out scenes where the mini-side characters don't end up dead in the end. So... we shall see.
I will be jumping between Chapter 9 and Uslo and Songbird's chapter on and off. Eventually, I will get the 2001 words written for the night.
Thanksgiving tomorrow!
22:52
I wrote 1 word. It was "us".
Greetings everyone. It is Day 26 and the Nii is going back at it with a typing frenzy that will leave their keyboard smokin', and not just cause it's sexy.
*cough* Well, that was awkward.
So, I am once again jumping ship to Chapter 9 this time because nothing cranks out a word count better than high paced action sequences. I am determined to write out scenes where the mini-side characters don't end up dead in the end. So... we shall see.
I will be jumping between Chapter 9 and Uslo and Songbird's chapter on and off. Eventually, I will get the 2001 words written for the night.
Thanksgiving tomorrow!
22:52
I wrote 1 word. It was "us".
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Day 25: sucks, but it's so true
23:10
It's 50 minutes to midnight and I haven't written a single word today. I will get as much done as possible, but I am resigned to believe that I won't be making the daily goal.
Sucks, but so true.
So, I'm writing from (you guessed it) NEW POVS!
No, I haven't finished Samdagas' chapter, but jumping around helps me plot the finish of this book out. I've never finished a novel before, so the more I get an idea of the finish, the better.
In fact, I'm probably going to write the last few chapters soon and then work backwards. Whatever works, right?
So in this chapter, we have Uslo, a scholarly scholar, and Songbird, Uslo's mischievous, bard friend. I am attempting to write some solid characters onto the page, even though they are temps, who will not fall flat and 2D. I've been doing a lot of reading on how to make 3D characters, so I hope they leap off the page better than my attempts at doing the same with Garnet and Nee.
Now, without further ado, I away to my word document.
23:59
I made it to 41,332 words, which is roughly 300-something off from the 41,666 goal. But ah well. As of midnight, I will be 2001 words behind, which is not that bad.
It feels weird for me to be tying Write This Down in with Hopelost, simply because it fits, but it doesn't. Ugh. It's hard to explain.
I may scrap the idea after NaNo and make this a stand alone piece. I don't know. We'll see. If that happens, then I might have to rename Elai...
And then I'll have to screw around with Hopelost, which will be fun. I already know how the damn book ends anyway.
I really, really want to finish Write This Down, even after NaNo. Then I want to pick up one of my über crappy books from when I was little and write that, because some of my story concepts were great even if my writing sucked. And I know that 'my past self would be so happy'. My past self always wanted to finish and publish a book, but never did so. And I don't want to disappoint me.
If that makes sense... I don't know...
What sort of books did you guys write back then? Ever finish any? Think maybe it's time you revisited that story and made it better?
It's 50 minutes to midnight and I haven't written a single word today. I will get as much done as possible, but I am resigned to believe that I won't be making the daily goal.
Sucks, but so true.
So, I'm writing from (you guessed it) NEW POVS!
No, I haven't finished Samdagas' chapter, but jumping around helps me plot the finish of this book out. I've never finished a novel before, so the more I get an idea of the finish, the better.
In fact, I'm probably going to write the last few chapters soon and then work backwards. Whatever works, right?
So in this chapter, we have Uslo, a scholarly scholar, and Songbird, Uslo's mischievous, bard friend. I am attempting to write some solid characters onto the page, even though they are temps, who will not fall flat and 2D. I've been doing a lot of reading on how to make 3D characters, so I hope they leap off the page better than my attempts at doing the same with Garnet and Nee.
Now, without further ado, I away to my word document.
23:59
I made it to 41,332 words, which is roughly 300-something off from the 41,666 goal. But ah well. As of midnight, I will be 2001 words behind, which is not that bad.
It feels weird for me to be tying Write This Down in with Hopelost, simply because it fits, but it doesn't. Ugh. It's hard to explain.
I may scrap the idea after NaNo and make this a stand alone piece. I don't know. We'll see. If that happens, then I might have to rename Elai...
And then I'll have to screw around with Hopelost, which will be fun. I already know how the damn book ends anyway.
I really, really want to finish Write This Down, even after NaNo. Then I want to pick up one of my über crappy books from when I was little and write that, because some of my story concepts were great even if my writing sucked. And I know that 'my past self would be so happy'. My past self always wanted to finish and publish a book, but never did so. And I don't want to disappoint me.
If that makes sense... I don't know...
What sort of books did you guys write back then? Ever finish any? Think maybe it's time you revisited that story and made it better?
Monday, November 24, 2014
Day 24: council meeting boring blah blah pretentious snob-snob
1:20
MOO
22:58
It's going slow. Ugh. I need to get 1000 written before the end of the next hour or I'm behind again D:
Meetings, meetings, business, blah, blah.
I hate boring 'filler' stuff in my book, but it is vital.
MOO
22:58
It's going slow. Ugh. I need to get 1000 written before the end of the next hour or I'm behind again D:
Meetings, meetings, business, blah, blah.
I hate boring 'filler' stuff in my book, but it is vital.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Day 23: rough drafts suck
15:23
Rough drafts suck.
15:29
So I saw Liam's chatango comment about the 1,200,000 words, and I was like "what?"
"I will definitely be continuing "Write This Down" even after NaNo ends, so there is that. It helps to have 12 chapters planned out (equaling roughly 1,200,000 words.)"
Oh right.
Mah bad.
12 chapters at 10k words each is 120,000 words, not over a million >.> I suck at math in the morning. Thank God for calculators.
But since 12 chapters is a fourth of the book, that means the whole book will probably be about 480,000 words. So, yah, still not close to 1.2 million.
Breathe easy people. xD I just suck at math.
16:15
Never post unedited rough drafts to wattpad. Just don't. You'll be banging your head against the wall for it for a long time.
23:38
So, I hit 38,363 words, which means I'm about 30 ahead of count (for the next quarter hour, just about).
I jumped between Samdagas' chapter and the (currently) Chapter 7, which goes back to the refugees with the Falgarith and Hessir and peeps. I usually try and focus on just one chapter at a time, but I was struggling with words and just needed to WRITE! After a few hundred of Chapter 7, I got back into the swing of Samdagas and wrote his chapter. I remembered calling Samdagas a cross between Lady Eboshi and a subtle version of Jiyaria from Naruto. That helped get back in his head.
I also slipped in a nod to the character who will be POVing Chapter 9, but good luck figuring out who that is.
Rough drafts suck.
Posting rough drafts to wattpads suck more.
But a HUUUUUUGE shoutout to raindrop for all her lovely edits on Write This Down. ^^ She is a lifesaver. I intend to send the drafts to other people as well for editing advice/help/etc.
It needs help.
A lot.
But I love it, even for all its imperfections.
Seriously, this is the first time I actually loved my work despite its flaws. Say whaaaaaat?
15:29
So I saw Liam's chatango comment about the 1,200,000 words, and I was like "what?"
"I will definitely be continuing "Write This Down" even after NaNo ends, so there is that. It helps to have 12 chapters planned out (equaling roughly 1,200,000 words.)"
Oh right.
Mah bad.
12 chapters at 10k words each is 120,000 words, not over a million >.> I suck at math in the morning. Thank God for calculators.
But since 12 chapters is a fourth of the book, that means the whole book will probably be about 480,000 words. So, yah, still not close to 1.2 million.
Breathe easy people. xD I just suck at math.
16:15
Never post unedited rough drafts to wattpad. Just don't. You'll be banging your head against the wall for it for a long time.
23:38
So, I hit 38,363 words, which means I'm about 30 ahead of count (for the next quarter hour, just about).
I jumped between Samdagas' chapter and the (currently) Chapter 7, which goes back to the refugees with the Falgarith and Hessir and peeps. I usually try and focus on just one chapter at a time, but I was struggling with words and just needed to WRITE! After a few hundred of Chapter 7, I got back into the swing of Samdagas and wrote his chapter. I remembered calling Samdagas a cross between Lady Eboshi and a subtle version of Jiyaria from Naruto. That helped get back in his head.
I also slipped in a nod to the character who will be POVing Chapter 9, but good luck figuring out who that is.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Day 22: mr. nobody
0:50
So, now that I am caught up, I can stop stressing so much. I am determined to maybe even go a little over 50k this year. We shall see.
Maybe someday I'll even get over 100K like Liam did.
We all know how well that went for me. *glares at Through Struggle*
I will definitely be continuing "Write This Down" even after NaNo ends, so there is that. It helps to have 12 chapters planned out (equaling roughly 1,200,000 words.)
Yah, this book is gonna be helluva long O.O
Speaking of long, Hessir's chapter is over at 9289 words! That concludes Chapter Four which I will be putting on wattpad in a minute.
Chapter 5... ugh... I can't decide WHICH chapter is going to be chapter five, as I have some chapter rearranging going on, but it will be written tomorrow no matter what. My original order says that Chapter 5 will feature some Kah time (whoot!) but again, not fully determined. I need to plot out more chapters I think...
22:24
Well, I went on Skyrim and did not go to bed till 5 in the morning. o.o
Anyway, I need to get writing my 1k before midnight.
Oh noes...
I have to write original material D: I have just a one sentence outline for this stupid chapter >.< I don't even have a name for the guy... D:
I'll call him Mr. Nobody for now.
22:33
So, I did some chapter arranging. I'm going to be writing Samdagas for this chapter, who, if you remember, was the courier house master in Abdel during chapter 2. Yah... so he will also be introducing a new character and giving away more of the plot developments. Yay!
23:57
I actually hit 36,852 before midnight hit, so I'm gooooooood to go.
I REALLY need to write character bios for these people so they can be easier to write. Some are just fine being in my head (Kah, Orec, Orson) but others need help >.> Like Samdagas (whose bloody idea was it to give him a POV chapter...? Oh right, it was me...)
It's necessary but kind of dry from what I've written. So I will give him a LIFE and then we shall see how that improves things...
His personality has flushed out into this bizarre mix of Lady Eboshi from Princess Mononoke and a (subtle-ish) Jiyaria from Naruto. Do not ask how this works. Even I don't really know...
He's like this loveable womanizing guy who sincerely cares about all the girls who work for him, but he's still gonna womanize them.
Yah, not the best description, but it helps, I guess...
So, now that I am caught up, I can stop stressing so much. I am determined to maybe even go a little over 50k this year. We shall see.
Maybe someday I'll even get over 100K like Liam did.
We all know how well that went for me. *glares at Through Struggle*
I will definitely be continuing "Write This Down" even after NaNo ends, so there is that. It helps to have 12 chapters planned out (equaling roughly 1,200,000 words.)
Yah, this book is gonna be helluva long O.O
Speaking of long, Hessir's chapter is over at 9289 words! That concludes Chapter Four which I will be putting on wattpad in a minute.
Chapter 5... ugh... I can't decide WHICH chapter is going to be chapter five, as I have some chapter rearranging going on, but it will be written tomorrow no matter what. My original order says that Chapter 5 will feature some Kah time (whoot!) but again, not fully determined. I need to plot out more chapters I think...
22:24
Well, I went on Skyrim and did not go to bed till 5 in the morning. o.o
Anyway, I need to get writing my 1k before midnight.
Oh noes...
I have to write original material D: I have just a one sentence outline for this stupid chapter >.< I don't even have a name for the guy... D:
I'll call him Mr. Nobody for now.
22:33
So, I did some chapter arranging. I'm going to be writing Samdagas for this chapter, who, if you remember, was the courier house master in Abdel during chapter 2. Yah... so he will also be introducing a new character and giving away more of the plot developments. Yay!
23:57
I actually hit 36,852 before midnight hit, so I'm gooooooood to go.
I REALLY need to write character bios for these people so they can be easier to write. Some are just fine being in my head (Kah, Orec, Orson) but others need help >.> Like Samdagas (whose bloody idea was it to give him a POV chapter...? Oh right, it was me...)
It's necessary but kind of dry from what I've written. So I will give him a LIFE and then we shall see how that improves things...
His personality has flushed out into this bizarre mix of Lady Eboshi from Princess Mononoke and a (subtle-ish) Jiyaria from Naruto. Do not ask how this works. Even I don't really know...
He's like this loveable womanizing guy who sincerely cares about all the girls who work for him, but he's still gonna womanize them.
Yah, not the best description, but it helps, I guess...
Friday, November 21, 2014
Day 21: dissecting your darlings
0:40
So, I hit 31879 words by midnight. Very happy about that. Still a little over 3000 words behind, but hey, I'm making progress.
I also finished Chapter Three.
I am actually going to call it an early night for once. I think I need to take a break...
Just for this morning at least! I think I, uh, earned it... (idk, I don't earn stuff these days...)
So I'm going to watch Vampire Knight Guilty and snuggo my kitten and just take a deep breath. Maybe if I get a good rest tonight, I can actually crank out more words and get an early start on my day.
0:51
Chapter Three is up on wattpad. For the curious, it is at a grand total of 10,098 words.
Loooooooong.
And shall require work in the editing phase... so it will be longer still.
I feel like I did a better job with Garnet's chapter by actually exploring his past a little bit. He was fun to write about.
20:40
Looking over some of the chapters, each has its set of strengths and weaknesses. Unfortunately, this means I need to go back and do a bunch of stuff to fix those weaknesses.
Orec's chapter has a lot of high paced action and then a major slow down with some drama and feelsies. All in all, it's pretty good, but I never really delved into the dynamic of WHO Orec is, which kind of makes the brother conflict not as strong on paper as it was in my head.
Kah's chapter has a lot of going back and forth between dialogue and dropped hints of plot as well as introduction of characters. Through dialogue and character thoughts, we get some characteristics of him, but again, we don't know WHO he is.
Garnet's chapter is... pretty darn perfect. I think I finally got a handle on the balance between dialogue, action, and description. I threw in enough character history to give a sense of who he was and how he feels about who he is, and him meeting a new character did not feel as random as it really was.
Hessir's has a good balance of dialogue and description, but I feel it does not have enough character depth SO FAR. The beginning bits were good with telling WHO he is, but the rest falls a little flat in that area. But that's ok, cause I'm currently writing him, which means I can go ahead and address this issue right now.
Showing WHO a character is, is oftentimes better than showing WHAT they are.
21:01
So, I'm thinking: "Man, my stats suck..."
Whelp...
So, I'm going to write for me.
23:59
I hit 35,079. I am on track! WHOOOOO!!!!
For other people who get really far behind: utilize that little count at the bottom that says "Words Per Day To Finish On Time". If you can write that much in a day, or even go over that count, you will be well on your way to getting back on track in no time.
ONLY EIGHT MORE DAYS!
Peace off, minions!
So, I hit 31879 words by midnight. Very happy about that. Still a little over 3000 words behind, but hey, I'm making progress.
I also finished Chapter Three.
I am actually going to call it an early night for once. I think I need to take a break...
Just for this morning at least! I think I, uh, earned it... (idk, I don't earn stuff these days...)
So I'm going to watch Vampire Knight Guilty and snuggo my kitten and just take a deep breath. Maybe if I get a good rest tonight, I can actually crank out more words and get an early start on my day.
0:51
Chapter Three is up on wattpad. For the curious, it is at a grand total of 10,098 words.
Loooooooong.
And shall require work in the editing phase... so it will be longer still.
I feel like I did a better job with Garnet's chapter by actually exploring his past a little bit. He was fun to write about.
20:40
Looking over some of the chapters, each has its set of strengths and weaknesses. Unfortunately, this means I need to go back and do a bunch of stuff to fix those weaknesses.
Orec's chapter has a lot of high paced action and then a major slow down with some drama and feelsies. All in all, it's pretty good, but I never really delved into the dynamic of WHO Orec is, which kind of makes the brother conflict not as strong on paper as it was in my head.
Kah's chapter has a lot of going back and forth between dialogue and dropped hints of plot as well as introduction of characters. Through dialogue and character thoughts, we get some characteristics of him, but again, we don't know WHO he is.
Garnet's chapter is... pretty darn perfect. I think I finally got a handle on the balance between dialogue, action, and description. I threw in enough character history to give a sense of who he was and how he feels about who he is, and him meeting a new character did not feel as random as it really was.
Hessir's has a good balance of dialogue and description, but I feel it does not have enough character depth SO FAR. The beginning bits were good with telling WHO he is, but the rest falls a little flat in that area. But that's ok, cause I'm currently writing him, which means I can go ahead and address this issue right now.
Showing WHO a character is, is oftentimes better than showing WHAT they are.
21:01
So, I'm thinking: "Man, my stats suck..."
Whelp...
YEAR ONE: Monsters of Deja Vu - 46,581words
Do you SEE that? o.o That... right there!
And yes, I would have won that year, but my computer had a major crash that wiped out my entire novel. Even my second copy of it. A few days later, I managed to salvage about 36,000 words of it, but the damage had been done.
Nevertheless, I strove on to win two more NaNos.
YEAR TWO: Death Eaters - 60,128 words
YEAR THREE: Through Struggle - 58,772 words
YEAR FOUR: Write This Down - 32,548 words and counting
Am I behind? Hells yah. Is it that bad?
(looks back at Year One)
Hells no.
22:42
Do I care if people like what I write?
Nope.
Yah know, if I care about what other people wanted, I would be another Stephanie Meyer: writing shit to appease the dumb masses, riding on a fad storm of Beliebers and 1D junkies. But I don't want that. I want to not care.
I want to be like e.e.cummings whose poetry was turned down 29 times, only for the 30th to publish it and send him into immortality in the lit world. He dedicated that book of poetry to everyone who turned him down.
I want to have fun. And if other people don't like it, screw them. They can go eat a Twilight novel.
I don't say this to debunk all criticisms. I like it when people help me hone my skills.
But the people loved Ceasar one minute, then bayed for his blood the next. I'm not going to 'write for others' because they are as fickle as the winds. It is MY creation, and by writing it on paper, I am giving humans a great privilege to share in my world.
Wether I become as iconic as J.R.Tolkein and C.S.Lewis, or even if I fade into obscurity like a million others, at least I will always be proud of my works.So, I'm going to write for me.
23:59
I hit 35,079. I am on track! WHOOOOO!!!!
For other people who get really far behind: utilize that little count at the bottom that says "Words Per Day To Finish On Time". If you can write that much in a day, or even go over that count, you will be well on your way to getting back on track in no time.
ONLY EIGHT MORE DAYS!
Peace off, minions!
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Day 20: fight or flight
0:03
Blah, chase scenes.
Blah blah death.
NaNo's going okay...
No one cares...
um...
I like Dracula Untold's soundtrack. Tis nice for writing.
Blah, chase scenes.
Blah blah death.
NaNo's going okay...
No one cares...
um...
I like Dracula Untold's soundtrack. Tis nice for writing.
(prologue)
(janissary attack)
(this life and the next)
What's nice about epic instrumental soundtracks for writing is that they are always changing. And they were made for movies, so you can always expect to find something good for a scene. Want something haunting and sad? "This Life and the Next" is pretty sad, and then segues into epic. Want some dark chanting stuff? The prologue's great.
Video game soundtracks can also work for this too. I really like stuff from Assassin's Creed for my fantasy writings.
(city of rome - ac3)
(ezio's family - ac2)
Especially if you know the soundtrack and what all happened when such-and-such song played and what for (or merely why the title-music is paired that way) then it can cause you to remember things from the source material and help you express and create the feelings you want to inspire in those scenes.
If I want to write a bittersweet nostalgia scene, I go to Ezio's Family from Assassin's Creed 2 because I know it's from/about when he was making promises with his brothers and giving his sister dating advice and helping his mom and talking to his dad before they were hanged and raped and kicked out of their home.
Yay... nostalgia...
Or, make your own soundtrack. I always listen to music when I roleplay, and that song I mentioned before, "Cold" by Jorge Mendez will always bring on the feels from when Kieran and Adrian were fighting and dying all over Were Myths. So that is on my Where Dreams Are Reality soundtrack, along with these old "theme songs" for my characters from way back when. Good old 2000s...
Dem feels...
Soundtracks rule!
1:51
Wow.
So, Garnet's chapter is becoming my longest chapter so far. It's over 7000 words, and I skipped a few scenes to get to the fun stuff. Fun stuff isn't over. So it should hit or go over 10,000 words. My other three chapters, so far, are at:
Orec- 9663
Kah- 8922
Hessir- 6089
Garnet is at 7956.
Hessir and Garnet's chapters are not finished. Orec's is actually missing a scene. Kah's might actually be scrapped entirely and he may be given a new POV chapter. I don't know. I love Kah and like his chapter, but not together or in this book. UGH!
But that's for editing. I need those 8922 words for my NaNo count...
And those chapters are also not really accurate. I constantly go back and edit and add and move around to give each chapter a decent tie-in and flow with the others. So... if the numbers seem off, it's cause they are. I don't pay uber close attention to the numbers right now cause NANO MUST HAPPEN!
I will definitely put up exact chapter counts after NaNo. Just for funsies.
And if you were wondering, yes, this book sucks and these chapters are a friggin BEATCH to write >. >
Well, the story, I think, is good. Just that getting it out the way I want to without confusing the hell out of my readers is what sucks because it's SO HARD!
ALL my characters are named, even the little side ones and minor ones, and I want to introduce them all, but no. I don't want you all to get your heads twisted backwards and upside down by the million names that you would have to memorize. This is a big book that spans a lot of characters. It's definitely more meticulous and fine tuned with the details than anything I have ever written. So, yes, I will spare you the issue of memorizing a million characters.
A lot of characters/ideas/etc that I wanted in this book grew to sizes too big to fit in this novel, so they will be used in other works. I mentioned that prince and his brother? yes, they are going back to their original book for later. Also, Finnick de Casselar and the two or three people associated with him are going to their own book (most likely). Along with a bunch of other unnamed/unmentioned concepts and characters.
2:16
So... soundtracks... again...
After not so much digging, I found out that Ramin Djawadi does the soundtrack to Game of Thrones. I knew he did the main theme, but I guess I just forgot about that or something...
Ramin Djawadi and Bear McCreary are my two favorite soundtrack artists. They use lots of different instruments and experiment with a lot of different types of sounds to bring out different feelings. (too many times I used 'different' in one sentence)
Ramin Djawadi did Game of Thrones, Dracula Untold, Prison Break, Red Dawn (new movie), and other stuff.
Bear McCreary did the new Battlestar Galactica, Black Sails, Walking Dead, and some other awesome stuff.
Not that I watch all the shows/movies they do soundtracks for, but I do listen to their soundtracks even if the movie was not that great (ie: Red Dawn).
They are both amazing, amazing composers who deserve more cred. Check out some of their stuff sometime, especially when doing a writing session. Especially since they did TV soundtracks, they're bound to have a lot of different sounds to get you into your scenes. And best yet, most of their stuff is on spotify. They got four whole GoT albums there.
One of the little things I love in McCreary's work is his use of TONS of random instruments from all over the world that you probably never heard of. You can notice some in the above song, Kara Remembers, but the other song that is my favorite is "Gaedi's Lament", which uses some kind of instrument around 1:06 that makes me want to cry no matter what. (I've been told it's the 'duduk', but I'm not so sure...)
YAY! More soundtracks! Consider adding some of these artist's works to your playlists when you novel/rp/do stuff.
3:17
I hit 30083 words! It ended so... ugh. Awesome.
Dem feels.
Need to go back and write in the scenes I skipped. Then probably editing some stuff in the 'fun' part of Garnet's chapter to match up with what I write in. Whee! But not till tomorrow. Now is sleepy time with snuggly kitten.
3:45
Squee!
Fangirl moment!
You can skip this part if ya like...
So I randomly youtubed Mamoru Miyano, the guy whose voice I wanna friggin marry. And wow, he is adorable in real life.
Like, I clicked on a video of him laughing.
Laughing.
Weird...
But his laugh is so adorable. It makes me laugh.
They're speaking in Japanese, but the guy is talking to him, and Mamoru bursts out laughing, and the other guy just stands there with this whole, "I know, right?" kind of attitude... or something...
I don't speak Japanese...
He's also a singer, and he has a really nice voice ^^ Not my style of music, personally, but it's still very good.
1:51
Wow.
So, Garnet's chapter is becoming my longest chapter so far. It's over 7000 words, and I skipped a few scenes to get to the fun stuff. Fun stuff isn't over. So it should hit or go over 10,000 words. My other three chapters, so far, are at:
Orec- 9663
Kah- 8922
Hessir- 6089
Garnet is at 7956.
Hessir and Garnet's chapters are not finished. Orec's is actually missing a scene. Kah's might actually be scrapped entirely and he may be given a new POV chapter. I don't know. I love Kah and like his chapter, but not together or in this book. UGH!
But that's for editing. I need those 8922 words for my NaNo count...
And those chapters are also not really accurate. I constantly go back and edit and add and move around to give each chapter a decent tie-in and flow with the others. So... if the numbers seem off, it's cause they are. I don't pay uber close attention to the numbers right now cause NANO MUST HAPPEN!
I will definitely put up exact chapter counts after NaNo. Just for funsies.
And if you were wondering, yes, this book sucks and these chapters are a friggin BEATCH to write >. >
Well, the story, I think, is good. Just that getting it out the way I want to without confusing the hell out of my readers is what sucks because it's SO HARD!
ALL my characters are named, even the little side ones and minor ones, and I want to introduce them all, but no. I don't want you all to get your heads twisted backwards and upside down by the million names that you would have to memorize. This is a big book that spans a lot of characters. It's definitely more meticulous and fine tuned with the details than anything I have ever written. So, yes, I will spare you the issue of memorizing a million characters.
A lot of characters/ideas/etc that I wanted in this book grew to sizes too big to fit in this novel, so they will be used in other works. I mentioned that prince and his brother? yes, they are going back to their original book for later. Also, Finnick de Casselar and the two or three people associated with him are going to their own book (most likely). Along with a bunch of other unnamed/unmentioned concepts and characters.
2:16
So... soundtracks... again...
After not so much digging, I found out that Ramin Djawadi does the soundtrack to Game of Thrones. I knew he did the main theme, but I guess I just forgot about that or something...
Ramin Djawadi and Bear McCreary are my two favorite soundtrack artists. They use lots of different instruments and experiment with a lot of different types of sounds to bring out different feelings. (too many times I used 'different' in one sentence)
Ramin Djawadi did Game of Thrones, Dracula Untold, Prison Break, Red Dawn (new movie), and other stuff.
Bear McCreary did the new Battlestar Galactica, Black Sails, Walking Dead, and some other awesome stuff.
Not that I watch all the shows/movies they do soundtracks for, but I do listen to their soundtracks even if the movie was not that great (ie: Red Dawn).
They are both amazing, amazing composers who deserve more cred. Check out some of their stuff sometime, especially when doing a writing session. Especially since they did TV soundtracks, they're bound to have a lot of different sounds to get you into your scenes. And best yet, most of their stuff is on spotify. They got four whole GoT albums there.
Ramin Djawadi - "Dark Wings, Dark Words"
Bear McCreary - "Kara Remembers/All Along the Watchtower"
Gaedi's Lament Instrumental
(the actual Gaedi's Lament sounds VERY VERY different. They're like two whole different songs.)
YAY! More soundtracks! Consider adding some of these artist's works to your playlists when you novel/rp/do stuff.
3:17
I hit 30083 words! It ended so... ugh. Awesome.
Dem feels.
Need to go back and write in the scenes I skipped. Then probably editing some stuff in the 'fun' part of Garnet's chapter to match up with what I write in. Whee! But not till tomorrow. Now is sleepy time with snuggly kitten.
3:45
Squee!
Fangirl moment!
You can skip this part if ya like...
So I randomly youtubed Mamoru Miyano, the guy whose voice I wanna friggin marry. And wow, he is adorable in real life.
Like, I clicked on a video of him laughing.
Laughing.
Weird...
But his laugh is so adorable. It makes me laugh.
They're speaking in Japanese, but the guy is talking to him, and Mamoru bursts out laughing, and the other guy just stands there with this whole, "I know, right?" kind of attitude... or something...
I don't speak Japanese...
Good Lord, that laugh... and he's always like, dying in a corner whenever he laughs. Like it's not just "hah, lol" it's more like "OMFG LOOOOOOOL ROFL ROFLMAO!!!"
He's also a singer, and he has a really nice voice ^^ Not my style of music, personally, but it's still very good.
(only decent vid I could find...)
So yes, just a bit of a fangirl moment.
And I'm well aware that this guy is married and 31, but that don't mean Kuro and Kiba and Zero are *wink wink*
wink
ALRIGHT! END FANGIRLING!!!!!
Back to serious biz...
very serious biz...
3:56
Is it just me, or are there a ton of vids in this blogpost...? o.O
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