Wow.
This blog is dead.
D-E-D, DEAD.
And the spam.
Oh god the amount of spam on this thing!
I will need to clean it out.
That'll take a while XP
Well, let me tell you the reason I'm bringing this ratty old thing back to life: I'm moving. Yep, moving. Totally moving AAALLLL the way across the country. On the total opposite side. And up a couple miles or so. Oh goodness this is going to be all kinds of epic.
But what spurred this post was the utter and sad realization, that I'm am going to miss all my friends and family here oh so dearly. I mean, I was crying over it D:
Not a happiness.
Not at all.
So I decided I would start posting again and redo the blog a little. Clean out all the godforsaken spam, change everything around a bit, just to liven the place back up.
Oh!
And I'm moving in the second week of November! So that means I'm going to be writing my NaNoWriMo novel while I move! In the car! Because we're driving! With two cats and a dog! Just total amazingness right there, right?
Yeah, that's what I was thinking too.
So.... Yeahh....
That's all for this post, but stay tuned! Who knows what'll come up next ;]
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I can't use this right now, I don't have the outfit bought yet, but when I do buy the outfit and run around the online forums as Jareth the Goblin king, I'll put this in my signature in hope of forwarding more people to my quest thread.
I had to save it somewhere, and thought here would be just right.
:D
Arts?
Hey all!
I know I haven't posted in a while, but I've been busy!
Anywho, this post is a little art update. If you watch my art updates, I would like to direct you to the little link below my profile. This link is my deviantART and is where I upload all of my art now. I found it much too troublesome to post my art to both DA and here, so I made it just DA.
Oh, and the link says "Click me for arts!" just in case you were wondering :D
I love you all!
~Me :3
I know I haven't posted in a while, but I've been busy!
Anywho, this post is a little art update. If you watch my art updates, I would like to direct you to the little link below my profile. This link is my deviantART and is where I upload all of my art now. I found it much too troublesome to post my art to both DA and here, so I made it just DA.
Oh, and the link says "Click me for arts!" just in case you were wondering :D
I love you all!
~Me :3
Interesting...
So this isn't related to my stories (well it kind of is) but I got a forwarded link that made me smile because it was so true.
I'm not one to send on chain mail, so I thought post the link to my blog.
:D
Click this link!
(This t'is a PDF file you will need to download)
I'm not one to send on chain mail, so I thought post the link to my blog.
:D
Click this link!
(This t'is a PDF file you will need to download)
Me + Coffee
Just a little comic I came up with at three in the morning last night :D
Click for bigger image :3
More makeups :D
Last night (for I had to go to bed before I could post this) I found some more beautiful makeup tutorials for Halloween by the same girl who did the Sailor Moon tutorial. Just wanted a place to put them!
Sailor Moon!!!
Out of boredom, I looked up makeup tutorials online. After watching a good few on Halloween makeup, I found one that is how to do Sailor Moon makeup! Now, if you don't know who Sailor Moon is, something is truly wrong with you and you must look her up on Wikipedia.
But anyways, this is the video and I hope you all enjoy it <3
Moon Prism Power!
But anyways, this is the video and I hope you all enjoy it <3
Moon Prism Power!
NaNoWriMo!
Alrighty! Here is that NaNoWriMo (NaNo) post I promised :D
So, the novel I'm going to be writing this November is titled "The trouble with Fairyland". And I was going to post up a summery-like thing up in this post, but I'm going to be mean and make you go to my NaNo profile >:D
Under the tab "Novel Info" you will find what you need to know about my story ~.^
Now my mother and I have a little deal: If I write seven pages a day for my novel in the month of November, I don't have to do any other homework for the month! Well, I don't have to do math and my Greek/Latin roots anyways >3>
So, I'll be posting up my seven pages a day here in my blog. So don't wander, it's gonna get really interesting :]
So, the novel I'm going to be writing this November is titled "The trouble with Fairyland". And I was going to post up a summery-like thing up in this post, but I'm going to be mean and make you go to my NaNo profile >:D
Under the tab "Novel Info" you will find what you need to know about my story ~.^
Now my mother and I have a little deal: If I write seven pages a day for my novel in the month of November, I don't have to do any other homework for the month! Well, I don't have to do math and my Greek/Latin roots anyways >3>
So, I'll be posting up my seven pages a day here in my blog. So don't wander, it's gonna get really interesting :]
Labyrinth II: Return to the Labyrinth (intro thingy)
Hey y'all!
As of late, I have become re-obsessed with Jim Henson's: The Labyrinth!
Because of this re-obsession, I am writing a fan-based sequel to the movie.
So, I thought I might inform y'all before I stated posting the chapters up.
Oh and BTW, my version of the sequel will be very very very different <3
As of late, I have become re-obsessed with Jim Henson's: The Labyrinth!
Because of this re-obsession, I am writing a fan-based sequel to the movie.
So, I thought I might inform y'all before I stated posting the chapters up.
Oh and BTW, my version of the sequel will be very very very different <3
Poem
Here is a poem I had to write for poetry class.
Tell me what you think!
-Mischief
When we are young, we are taught to obey.
They set before us a list of strict rules,
but, of course, we do not follow the fools.
Instead we follow Jackal, Fox, and friends,
and where we go from there it depends.
Dear Jackal cheats at love and then picks the
shackles. The foxes lock innocence in
boxes and never lets it back out again.
Their friend the Snake has done both of these things,
and because of this he can grant us wings.
Look towards the darkness of the sunset,
you'll see Jackal untie her red corset,
Fox comes to lock her in the dark closet,
and Snakes ends it all with a bloody banquet.
Tell me what you think!
-Mischief
When we are young, we are taught to obey.
They set before us a list of strict rules,
but, of course, we do not follow the fools.
Instead we follow Jackal, Fox, and friends,
and where we go from there it depends.
Dear Jackal cheats at love and then picks the
shackles. The foxes lock innocence in
boxes and never lets it back out again.
Their friend the Snake has done both of these things,
and because of this he can grant us wings.
Look towards the darkness of the sunset,
you'll see Jackal untie her red corset,
Fox comes to lock her in the dark closet,
and Snakes ends it all with a bloody banquet.
Patience Winterton
The Darkmoon Gang (1)
1
Kicked out
Kicked out
Myra sat in her room, fuming. Yet again her step-father had locked her in her room while he had his business friends over. "Fucking little…" Myra threw her pillow at her wall. She hated him. No one but the maids and her tutors even knew she existed at all. "Children should neither be seen nor heard." was her father's argument. It was no fair. But Myra always had the window. She could just run away and do them both a favor. No, Myra could not do that. She was only sixteen, not really old enough to buy an apartment and what would she do for a job? Plus there was the fact that she had zippo money. All her clothes she ordered from online using limited access to her father's account. "What the hell am I going to do mom?" she asked, looking up at the ceiling which was painted like the night sky. Myra's mom was long gone, but Myra still looked to the caring mother she once had for guidance.
Someone knocked on the door. "I'm decent." Myra called to whoever it was, she could no say "come in" for the door was locked from the outside as usual. Myra heard the click as the door unlocked and a wary maid stepped in with a tray of food. Had it been that long? Myra looked at the clock, seven-thirty p.m. "Your dinner, miss Myra." said the maid, placing the tray on a table big enough for two and curtsying a little. "Thanks." Myra said, nodding to the maid and handing her a few coins. The maid smiled broadly, and left. Myra's father did not pay the maids too much.
Myra sat down at her little dining table and examined her dinner. Ribs, yum. Myra dug in. Halfway through devouring the entire rib, Myra's cell phone rang. She wiped her face and fingers off and picked up the bronze-colored phone. "Myra here," she said, waiting to see who had called. "Myra honey!" said the usually cheery voice of Sophie, Myra's best friend. "Hey Sophie" Myra said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Sophie only really called when she going out to party and wanted Myra to come along. "Whats up?" Myra asked, getting excited now. "Well," Sophie started "I'm going out to that pretty little club on Venders street and I thought since you liked it last time, you'd like to come along." she said, confirming Myra's thoughts and hopes. "When do I need to be ready?" Myra asked, knowing that she would be left alone for the rest of the night. "Um... half an hour? You want me to stop my your window again?"
"That works great. Thanks Soph."
"Awesome, girl. See you then!"
Myra snapped the phone shut and turned back to her ribs.
When she had finished the ribs, which did not take very long, Myra opened her closet. She did not really have much, but she had enough. Myra threw on a black tank-top, some ripped jeans she and Sophie had dyed purple, and her fishnet gloves. Myra looked at her collection of boots and picked out a pair of black commando-like boots and tied them on tight. She then went back out to her room and to her vanity and picked out a pair of thick-looking purple hoop earings and applied some dark eyeshadow to her eyes and grabbed her purse.
It did not take much more time for Sophie to arrive. She stopped on the street just a dash fro Myra's window. Myra took out the fire escape ladder and climbed down, running for Sophie's as fast as she could. Once in, Sophie kissed Myra on both cheeks and stepped on the gas.
With Sophie's driving, it took no time at all to reach the club. Myra could hear the music blaring out the open doors as people waited impatiently in line. Sophie parked the car ans walked right to one of the guards, dragging Myra along beside her. It was now that Myra noticed Sophie's dress. It was a dark blue baby-doll dress that stopped much too soon on her thighs. She was also wearing stiletto heals that matched her dress. "Hey baby doll," said the guard to Sophie. "Can I help you?" he asked. Sophie batted her blue eyes at him. "You can let me and my girl in." she said with a wink. I rolled my eyes. Sophie was such a tease. That poor guard was probably now hoping for some fun after work. Too bad.
The guard let us in, much to the dismay of everyone else in line. The club was filled with people drinking and dancing. I weeded out an empty table while Sophie got us some drinks. She had just turned eighteen, and was now legally allowed to get us beer.
Sophie came back with two hard lime-aids and popped the top off of them both and handed one to me. "So, you gonna dance dirty with anyone?" Sophie asked. She always did. Myra looked around, but could not see anybody that appealed to me in the mass of people. "I dun think so." she said, sipping her beer and looking back to her girlfriend. "You?" though Myra already knew the answer. "Hell yeah! Theres a group of boys over at that table that look like they'd be nice." She said, pointing to a few boys who looked like they could kill somebody with all the piercings they had on their faces. "You're crazy, Soph." Sophie giggled. "Damn strait." she said getting up and walking over to the boys she had just pointed out.
A song Myra loved came on and she downed the rest of her beer and headed on into the dance floor. Sophie was showing off her hips in a large dancing circle in the middle of the floor. Myra made eye contact with her, telling her come Myra's way when she was done.
Sophie was dancing in place beside Myra while Myra warmed up to dancing. It took her a minute or two to start going crazy like Sophie. But soon enough, Myra was the one out in the middle of the circle getting hollers of encouragement from the crowd. Myra motioned for Sophie to come out and join her. Sophie was more than willing.
As Sophie and Myra danced, they got plenty of people yelling at them to go on, but Myra was in need of a refreshment. She and Sophie went up to the bar and got some more drinks. "Ow, girl!" Sophie said, nudging Myra. "You've been holding out on me." she said, taking a long swig from her beer. Myra laughed. "Not really. I've just been making sure I could dance like hat before you and I tore up the floor." she said. The two of them laughed.
The party ended sooner that Myra would have liked. Someone had broken the toilets and everyone had to leave unless they wanted to be drenched in sewer water. Sophie was wasted, good thing Myra knew how to drive.
Myra dropped Sophie off at her place and left the car there. It was not too long of a walk back to Myra's house. But it was a lonely walk. The city sky was covered in musk, like always.
Once home, Myra climbed up the fire escape ladder she had used to get out and put it back where it belonged. She looked at the clock. Four a.m. Myra's usual bedtime. She took off her party clothes and threw them in the hamper after she had taken her boots off and tossed them back in the closet. Myra took her earings off and took a quick shower. She dressed for bed and passed out.
The whir of machinery was what really woke Myra up. The irritating GONG-GONG-GONG of the clock was what got Myra out of bed. "I hate mornings." she mumbled. It was nine a.m. "Well lets see..." she did the math in her head. "Six hours of sleep. Charlie will notice." Myra grumbled.
Myra headed downstairs for breakfast. Her step-father was already at the table eating toast. A maid was just coming out with Myra's sausage and eggs. At least Myra was well fed. "Morning," Charlie said in an emotionless tone. "Morning." Myra answered, sitting down and eating her eggs. Charlie looked up at her. "Where did you go last night?" he asked casually. Myra hated it when he did that. "Out." she said, knowing he would not drop the subject just yet. "With whom?"
"Soph."
"Your whore friend?"
That put Myra off. Sophie was no whore, she was just more open with her sexuality than most other girls. "Sophie's not a whore, Charlie." Myra corrected him, trying to stay calm and controlled at the table. Her mother had taught Myra to mind her manners even if she did not like the person she was talking to. "Then what is she?" Charlie asked, still keeping his calm tone. He was a business man, he was practiced at this. "She's a good friend of mine." Myra answered simply. "Mmhm." Charlie mumbled, finally dropping the subject.
It was Saturday, so Myra could wander about the house and stretch her legs. The garden was Myra's favorite place to be. It smelled so nice. Like her mother. Myra sat on the stone bench and held a blooming rosebud in her palm. "Your roses are doin' good, mom." Myra said, remembering all the time that her mother had spent here taking care of the roses. "I miss you." she whispered. Myra's mom had taken her own life, when Myra was ten. Six long years ago. Charlie had driven her over the edge. She had told Myra herself. "I can't take him any more, Myra. I just can't go on like this." she had said to Myra before going to her room. Myra had no idea what her mother had really meant when she said those words. But and hour later, a gunshot sounded from her mother's room and when Myra ran to see what had happened… That was a sight that a ten-year-old should never see.
"She's gone. Get over it." Charlie said coldly. When did he get here? Had he heard Myra? "Say again?" Myra asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about. "Your mother is gone. Get over it and grow up." Charlie said, his voice still cold. Myra held back tears for the millionth time. "I know she's gone. Is it such a sin to miss her? She cared for me more than you ever did." Myra let her hate leak into her voice. "Your mother obviously didn't care for you as much as you think if she took her own life to get away." he said. Myra shot up, pulling the rose up with her. The thorns hurt, but not as much as Charlie's words did. "Mom took her life because of you! You drove her to insanity! I saw her. Every time you spoke to her, it was like you were stabbing her with blunt knives! She told me herself that it was because of you she could not go on!" Myra yelled, no longer being able to hold back her tears. She could feel the pain as the thorns dug into her skin and she could feel the warm blood trickle through her fingers.
Charlie was quiet for a moment. But his face was still cold and emotionless. "Myra, talk to me like that again, and you can pack your bags and leave." he said. Myra clenched her fists even tighter now and slapped Charlie, hard, across the face. "I'd rather leave now." she said, storming up to her room to pack.
Myra was sure to smear her bloody hand over anything white and valuable to Charlie, and that was a lot of stuff. Once in her room, she dialed Sophie's number. It took two rings for Sophie to pick up. "Yellow?" Sophie's cheery voice sounded through the phone. "Hey Sophie?" Myra asked, her voice cracking. "Oh! Myra honey, whats wrong? Did he beat you again?" she asked, panicked now. Myra shook her head and then remembered that Sophie could not see her. "No. He just kicked me out. Can I come to your place?" she asked, her hand washed and clean. "Definitely! I'll be over there as soon as I can. Hold on, 'kay?" Sophie asked. " 'Kay." Myra said, snapping the phone shut. She looked at the little bronze gears that turned on the outside of the cell phone for decoration. "Get packed, Myra." Myra told herself, leaving the bathroom and getting out her suitcase.
It did not take long for Myra to pack. Nor did it take long for Sophie to get there. The doorbell rang and Myra almost ran down the stairs with her single suitcase and passenger bag. A maid had jsut opened the door. "I'm sorry but there is no My-" she was cut off as Myra shoved past her towards Sophie's car. "Lets get out of here, Soph. I'm sick of it." she said. Sophie gave the maid a hard glare and then went to being Myra's big sister figure and helped get her stuff in the trunk. "You can stay with me hun'. I've got room." Sophie said, starting the car and driving away.
The Darkmoon Gang
Here is a new story idea of mine, The Darkmoon Gang. Heres the little blurb you read on the back of the book or on the inside flap:
And thats it for now. I might come up with something more witty later. This story is also very much inspired by Stephenie Meyer's book, Twilight. But what can I say? I like vampires and romance <3
In a huge explosion at the military science vicinity, fifty years ago, a many number of people living nearby were caught by the blast and had their blood mutated. They became known as x-type humans. But humans were not the only race caught in the blast, a few vampires were also there and their taste buds were mutated to find x-type humans quite delicious.
Myra Kane Chevalier, the daughter of Marie Kane and step-daughter to Charlie Chevalier, is a rare x-type human. Alexander Lu'kard, second in command of the Darkmoon gang, is a vampire that was caught in the blast. What will happen when Sophie Clear, Myra's best friend and the Darkmoon gang's maid brings Myra into the gang?
Myra Kane Chevalier, the daughter of Marie Kane and step-daughter to Charlie Chevalier, is a rare x-type human. Alexander Lu'kard, second in command of the Darkmoon gang, is a vampire that was caught in the blast. What will happen when Sophie Clear, Myra's best friend and the Darkmoon gang's maid brings Myra into the gang?
And thats it for now. I might come up with something more witty later. This story is also very much inspired by Stephenie Meyer's book, Twilight. But what can I say? I like vampires and romance <3
Darkrealms: Warmorning
Warmorning
The drums sounded throughout the Obsidian castle. Wake up time. Haythia groaned and rolled over, not wanting to get up. Every morning for three years the drums would sound through the castle at four in the bloody morning and Haythia was forced to get out of her bed and train in the art of war. She hated it. But at the same time, the monster Haythia was now lusted for it. But for the past few months her trainer, Andreas Seset, would wake Haythia up in the kindest of ways.
As these thoughts went through Haythia's head, she felt the weight of the bed shift and without opening her eyes she knew the Andreas had come. "Good morning, love." He said gently. Haythia turned to face him. Andreas. Haythia whispered his name in her head. Andreas was the right hand of the man Haythia hated most, her trainer, and her secret lover. The moment Haythia first set foot in the Obsidian castle Andreas, and Andreas alone, had been kind to her.
"Morning." Haythia finally said after a few moments of silence. But as Haythia's eyes met Andreas' she didn't see the usual calm content look on his face. No, this time a look of worry and concern was all Haythia was greeted with. "Whats wrong?" Haythia asked. Andreas' sea green cat eyes held no light. "Elleron..." Andreas paused. A flare of hate shot through Haythia's body. "Elleron has decided that we go to war today." Andreas finished. Great. Yet another day ruined by the bastard, Elleron. Haythia sat upright. "Now?" she asked. "He said that we are to be on the battlefield by sunrise." Haythia cursed under her breath. Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the Darkrealms. He was the man who brought Haythia here. He was the man who ruined her life. He was the man that was using her. He was the man Haythia hated like nothing else. "I'll..." Andreas sighed. "I'll be in the arena. Come down your ready." he said getting out of the bed and heading for the door. Haythia could tell the he too was upset at Elleron's last-minute decision.
Haythia got out of bed and headed for her wardrobe. The dark morning didn't help her mood any. "War. The idiot." Haythia said walking into her wardrobe, looking for the right armor. Every "war" that Haythia fought for Elleron only lasted a couple hours, and only on rare occasion did the "war" last more than a few days. They were more like really big fights and scrambles. Elleron always won. No, Haythia always won. Elleron just got the credit.
Sighing harshly Haythia picked out an old suit out of three choices. "...I haven't worn this in forever." She said looking at her old leather sparing-suit. It consisted of a pair of shorts, a single-sleeved tank top, a right shoulder guard, arm guards, boots, and a belt. "I hope the enchantments still work. I don't want to have to come running back to change when they don't." Haythia said to herself. The armor had two enchantments on it. One was that no matter how much Haythia grew, it would always fit her. The second was that after the armor was hit a couple times, a protective shield of magic would cover Haythia's body until any one piece of the armor was removed.
Haythia took the armor off the wooden manequin in lived on and draped the items over her arm. She would put it on in a minute.
Haythia then proceeded over to her weapons closet. Haythia looked through the blades in the closet. After a moment, she spotted the two she wanted. The weapons were two swords in the shape of lop-sided diamonds, with smaller side of the diamond near the hilt. There was no hand guards on either of the blades for reasons Haythia did not know.
Haythia held the blades firmly. Elleron Rawdroll. Boy did he have it coming. "When this is over Elleron will finally pay for everything. With his life." Haythia assured herself as she left her room. "Everything."
Haythia had been human once.
Haythia dodged another one of Andreas' attacks. "Your mad." Haythia said as she lunged back at Andreas. "So are you." Andreas said moving aside just in time to dodge Haythia's attack. "Damn strait." She said, her anger growing with each passing second. A small sliver of light could be seen on the horizon and Haythia wished that she could be fighting Elleron himself and not for him. Haythia's anger was burning hot.
"When was the the last time you fed?" Andreas asked Haythia as they spared. "I don't remember." She said, tripping Andreas and holding her sword to his throat. "Okay you win the spar." Andreas said nervously. Haythia withdrew her blade and turned to face one of the dummies. "How do you think your going make it?" Andreas asked as he stood and brushed the dust off his tunic. "What do you mean? I've lasted this long." Haythia spat as she moved from dummy to dummy, leaving a trail of shredded fabric and stuffing cotton in her wake. "You'll be surrounded by blood. The smell of it will drive you crazy." Andreas told her, walking over to a bench and sitting down. Haythia slashed the head off the last dummy. "You've taught me to hold back. You've taught me how to channel my hunger into power." Haythia said turning to Andreas, the anger burned clearly in her eyes. No amount of dummies could stand in for Elleron. Andreas nodded. "Yes, I guess I did." He said, looking at Haythia worriedly.
Haythia walked over and sat beside Andreas on the bench. She leaned on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. "Is there any way I can be me again?" Haythia asked Andreas, a sadness in her voice that only he heard. "No... Once bitten. Always bitten." Andreas told her. Haythia cursed. Elleron was a pure blood-born vampire, the last of his kind, and he had bitten Haythia three years ago and made her a "bitten vampire". Ever since then, Haythia had been dark, mean, and lusted for blood and battle. Only very rarely did Haythia seem human, and even then, it was not the same.
The drums sounded and Haythia once again was overcome with hate. "I swear when this is over..." Haythia said standing with clenched fists. "We'll get through this. C'mon." Andreas said, taking Haythia's hand and walking out of the arena.
Haythia stabbed a young human soldier, no older than eighteen. She looked at the fake courage in his eyes dieing eyes. "Stupid." She scorned. "Each time I fight, our enemy's soldiers keep getting younger and younger. And they think it will help. Sehctib." Haythia said withdrawing her blade from the boy's chest.
Haythia lunged at another soldier, digging her sword into him, and then lunging at the next and the next. She used her swords like grappling hooks and the men like cavern walls, propelling herself through the mass of humans and demons. The humans were the only ones dieing right now. As she did this, Haythia looked for the brown hair and cat ears of her love, Andreas, but was unsuccessful in finding him. But she did see Elleron. That was something that Haythia grudgingly respected Elleron for, he fought alongside his people.
When Haythia could see the tops of the enemy tents she stopped lunging and killing and snaked through the crowd until she reached the edge of the battlefield. The sent of blood was still strong in her nose and Haythia had to stop for a moment to control her urges. She was saving her hunger for Elleron. Haythia was doing this one last battle for him. Then, she would kill him. Never had Haythia gone this long without feeding on the blood she now needed. That hunger and power was going to rid the world the tyrant once and for all.
Elleron had told Haythia to deal with this king swiftly and quietly. The faster, the better. If she could finish this fast and without trouble, it would only help her in killing Elleron faster.
Haythia walked up the the biggest tent, obviously the tent on the king. The scent of something extremely sweet replaced the smell of blood and Haythia nearly hurled. "What is that?" She asked in disgust as she walked closer to the tent. Haythia highly disliked sweet things. Even when she was human, she had not liked them.
The sweet smell only got stronger as Haythia got closer. Great. She thought as she looked through a crack in the tent fabric, just so she knew what she was up against. Inside the tent she saw two guards and a very fat king sitting in a fancy chair eating baked sweets. Well this is going to be easy.
Haythia walked around to the front of the tent and just walked in. He was a fat, lazy, king with only two guards to protect him. Sneaking in would be more work.
The fat king heard her come in. "Whoever you are, go away!" He said. Haythia shook her head. This fool truly had no idea what was coming. When the king noticed that Haythia hadn't left he snapped his fingers at the two guards.
"Remove the intruder." He told them, and they moved in to take Haythia out.
When the guards were close enough Haythia took her swords and stabbed them into the guards. When the king heard the last groans of the guards, he looked up. Just then Haythia withdrew the swords from the chests of the guards and they fell limp, dead, and cold to the ground. The smell of intense fear flooded Haythia's nose. "W-what are y-you doing w-w-woman?!" The king demanded shakily as Haythia approached him. Haythia said nothing. "How d-d-dare you k-kill the men t-that are of h-h-higher status then y-you?!" He demanded again. Still Haythia said nothing.
Haythia put her blade to the king's throat, her amythist eyes held no compassion. In fact, all she could feel right now was the numbness of her hate. "W-w-what are you?" the king asked, gulping in his last breath. "A puppet." Haythia said sadly, and before the king could say anything more, Haythia cut his head off with one swift stroke.
The smells of fear, blood, and the sweet things wafted into Haythia's nose. She looked over at the sweets. "I wonder..." She said, picking up one of the sweets. Maybe, they did not taste as bad as they smelled.
Haythia took a small bite and spit is right back out. "Gross!" She said, throwing the sweet to the ground. She had been wrong about them tasting batter then the smelled. Haythia looked around the room for something to wash her mouth out. She found a half empty bottle of wine and took a long swig.
When she had washed the taste of sugar from her mouth, Haythia set the wine bottle back on the table and picked up the head of the dead king by the hair and exited the tent.
Haythia looked around for a place where she could show that the Darkrelms had won this battle. She found a platform with a horn on it. Most likely used to tell the troops what to do. "It'll work." She said and she walked up the steps to the horn.
Haythia took a deep breath and blew into horn. It sounded loudly all throughout the battlefield. Everybody, human and demon alike, turned in her direction. Haythia raised the king's head high. "Your king is dead!" She yelled. "Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the Darkrealms has won! If you value your life, run back to your homes, pack-up, and leave these lands! For they are ours now!" Haythia yelled to the crowd. She knew that not everyone could hear her or see her but the message would spread and soon the battlefield would be empty. Haythia looked at down where the battlefield started and she saw Elleron looking up at her with a smug and content look on his blood splattered face. His icey blue eyes no longer able to melt her hatred. Just wait. She thought. And I'll wipe that smile right off your smug little face.
Re-writing
Hey look!
A post that doesn't have to do with anything Twilight fan-fiction related!
But anyways.
I'm back.
To this blog....
And I'm re-writing Darkrealms: Warmorning and continuing the story!
The new, re-written, Warmorning chapter will be posted as soon as I have it ready.
The next chapter, Joy and heartbreak, will be coming up next.
A post that doesn't have to do with anything Twilight fan-fiction related!
But anyways.
I'm back.
To this blog....
And I'm re-writing Darkrealms: Warmorning and continuing the story!
The new, re-written, Warmorning chapter will be posted as soon as I have it ready.
The next chapter, Joy and heartbreak, will be coming up next.
Notes
{These are my.... Notes I guess.
These notes are for a roleplay that I want to start, but I have to work out a few quirks first.
These will be written in the first person, given that they are notes to myself. I wonder how one is going to work out....
If you have any suggestions, feel free to share <3}
Firstly, there needs to be a set number of players.... Seven works. That should be enough to keep the whole thing moving. And if someone(s) wanted to quit, they could just kill their character(s). Or something that makes them permanently disappear.
Now I want there to be a set ending too. But I first need to decide what I want the RP to be about. I know I want it to be some sort of quest, but the question is: a quest for what? Treasure is out of the question. Saving the world? Maybe.... Um mum mum..... Oh gosh I have no idea. That might come later.
Now, to keep the the RP moving, I could set up a list of mini-quests or goals. Of course those would center around the main quest/goal that I can not think of right now!
Okay, lets take a break form the story. Maybe designing the profiles. Yeah, that works.
Of course there has to be the usual, Username, name, age, and race categories... But to make it an interesting RP, I have to put meat on the skeleton. How 'bout:
Username:
Name:
Race:
Age:
Profession: Wow, I spelled that right on the first try O_O
Weapon(s):
Magic:
Past:
Appearance:
Word Color and Font:
Other:
Thats good. Everything would be as it sounds, name, race, age, blah, blah, blah. The only one that seems to make little sense, is the "Word Color and Font" part. Well that is a simple explanation; It's the color and font that you will use to make your RPC unique. Like someone could use, Orange color and Courier font. And only one person would be able to have Orange color and Courier font. Which would look like this: Orange Courier.
But I want them to state their RPC's first and last name. Middle name if they want. I'll put that in parenthesis.
No wait.... I can't have seven all powerful heroes running around! I'll add a fears and faults section to the profile. I also need to bold the the thingys....
Now, for my RPC..... *evil grin*
Username: Betrayal SilverBlood
Name: Enin O. Corover (O. stands for Oblivion)
Race: Lunar Elf turned Litch
Age: 73 (looks and sort of acts 18/20-ish)
Profession: Necromancer
Weapon(s): Scythe
Magic/Abilities: Can heal severe wounds (external or internal). Can feel death, as in she can tell if someone is dieing and she can tell if there is a ghost, shade, undead, is nearby. Can talk to the dead. Can use black magic/shadow energy to a large extent.
Fears and Faults: Will loose power when is solitude, given that she is a Litch, because she in a way feeds off of the dieing life force of those around her. She can not die, she will stay unconscious for days, weeks, months, even years at a time when delivered a death blow, but she can not die unless the dieing life force(s) she feeds off of is/are cut off of from her for long enough. If she uses too much black magic/shadow energy at any given time, the entirety of the magic/energy will backfire on her. Scared of being left behind and alone. Sometimes she can get a bit clingy.
Appearance: *picture for this spot is being drawn*
Word Color and Font: Word color is Purple and Font is Papyrus.
Other: Nothing right now.
There! My profile. I am quite pleased. I'll fill in the empty parts later.
Sadly, I still do not have an idea for what should be happening in the RP. It'll come too me later.
I hope.....
These notes are for a roleplay that I want to start, but I have to work out a few quirks first.
These will be written in the first person, given that they are notes to myself. I wonder how one is going to work out....
If you have any suggestions, feel free to share <3}
Firstly, there needs to be a set number of players.... Seven works. That should be enough to keep the whole thing moving. And if someone(s) wanted to quit, they could just kill their character(s). Or something that makes them permanently disappear.
Now I want there to be a set ending too. But I first need to decide what I want the RP to be about. I know I want it to be some sort of quest, but the question is: a quest for what? Treasure is out of the question. Saving the world? Maybe.... Um mum mum..... Oh gosh I have no idea. That might come later.
Now, to keep the the RP moving, I could set up a list of mini-quests or goals. Of course those would center around the main quest/goal that I can not think of right now!
Okay, lets take a break form the story. Maybe designing the profiles. Yeah, that works.
Of course there has to be the usual, Username, name, age, and race categories... But to make it an interesting RP, I have to put meat on the skeleton. How 'bout:
Username:
Name:
Race:
Age:
Profession: Wow, I spelled that right on the first try O_O
Weapon(s):
Magic:
Past:
Appearance:
Word Color and Font:
Other:
Thats good. Everything would be as it sounds, name, race, age, blah, blah, blah. The only one that seems to make little sense, is the "Word Color and Font" part. Well that is a simple explanation; It's the color and font that you will use to make your RPC unique. Like someone could use, Orange color and Courier font. And only one person would be able to have Orange color and Courier font. Which would look like this: Orange Courier.
But I want them to state their RPC's first and last name. Middle name if they want. I'll put that in parenthesis.
No wait.... I can't have seven all powerful heroes running around! I'll add a fears and faults section to the profile. I also need to bold the the thingys....
Now, for my RPC..... *evil grin*
Username: Betrayal SilverBlood
Name: Enin O. Corover (O. stands for Oblivion)
Race: Lunar Elf turned Litch
Age: 73 (looks and sort of acts 18/20-ish)
Profession: Necromancer
Weapon(s): Scythe
Magic/Abilities: Can heal severe wounds (external or internal). Can feel death, as in she can tell if someone is dieing and she can tell if there is a ghost, shade, undead, is nearby. Can talk to the dead. Can use black magic/shadow energy to a large extent.
Fears and Faults: Will loose power when is solitude, given that she is a Litch, because she in a way feeds off of the dieing life force of those around her. She can not die, she will stay unconscious for days, weeks, months, even years at a time when delivered a death blow, but she can not die unless the dieing life force(s) she feeds off of is/are cut off of from her for long enough. If she uses too much black magic/shadow energy at any given time, the entirety of the magic/energy will backfire on her. Scared of being left behind and alone. Sometimes she can get a bit clingy.
Appearance: *picture for this spot is being drawn*
Word Color and Font: Word color is Purple and Font is Papyrus.
Other: Nothing right now.
There! My profile. I am quite pleased. I'll fill in the empty parts later.
Sadly, I still do not have an idea for what should be happening in the RP. It'll come too me later.
I hope.....
FIMC (another spur of the moment story)
Falcon Institute for the Magically Capable or FIMC is an institute for anyone and everyone capable of using magic. This does not mean that everyone goes to FIMC. In fact, there are very few students. FIMC is 'low grade' magic school, meant to teach gifted humans of the common class. All the powerful demons, fairies, ghouls, angels, the whole lot of those kinds creatures, and the eventual rich human, went to more 'high grade' magic schools like Bills of Light University, or Kregan's School of Magix.
Betz went to FIMC. She loved it there. It reminded her a lot of home, which was a huge mansion up in the mountains by a lake. There was a lot of open space and with the low count of students, it was a very quiet place and Betz always had the library to herself.
Betz was not one of the nerds or geeks, but she did not fit in with the popular crowd either. She, in a way, was her own label. Betz was different from most of the other kids, and the few that were like her kept to themselves. Or so Betz thought.
It was about eleven thirty and Betz was heading back to her dorm from the library. She took the outside rout because it was a warm summer night and she wanted to look at the starts for a moment before she went to bed.
She stood in the center of the garden that was the entrance to the girls side. It was a cloudless night and the smell of roses was heavy on the breeze. "Evening Betz." a seducing whisper came into Betz's ear. It was male, but this was a magic school, so it could be anybody. Betz whipped around, looking for the speaker. She could not see anybody. "Who are you?" Betz asked the air. She hoped and prayed that all the others girls were sound asleep and would not hear any of this. "Oh, nobody." the voice said in a sly tone. It was still the same honey covered whisper as before. The sort of whisper that a stereotype bad-boy would have. "Well if you're nobody, why do you hide? If you were really nobody, it wouldn't matter if I could see you or not." Betz said a matter-of-factly. The voice chuckled softly. "True, true. In that case I am somebody. But I'm not going to tell you which somebody I am." he said smoothly. Betz could just imagine a sly smile spread over this invisible somebody's lips. "Well, with the security of the school, you are a student. Right?" she asked. "Yes." the voice said. Betz took that answer into account. "And am I right in thinking you are male?" she asked, wondering if she could track where he was by getting him to talk. "Yes." The answer came from a different place this time. Betz bit her lip, she could not find him by talking to him because he was circling her, and unless she could ask questions, figure out he who was and tried to calculate where he was all at the same time, she would just have to live with talking to the air until he showed himself. "Alright, that take more than half of the students off my list." Betz said. Her only problem was that she did not know any of the boys at school. "Okay, um... Are you using magic to make yourself invisible?" she asked. "No. It's natural for me to just blend in and go unnoticed." the voice responded. Betz nodded. The list had just gotten much much smaller. "So, you're not human?" she asked, wanting to make sure she was on the right path. "Yes." he validated Betz's thoughts. "That leaves me with two students. You are either the true blood vampire or the demonpyre. Correct?" Betz had given up trying to follow the boy's voice. It was making her dizzy. "Yes." he chuckled again, obviously pleased that Betz had almost figured him out. "Well, given that vampires are supposed to stand out in order to attract prey, you much be the demonpyre." Betz brought it up to an end. "You are very clever, miss Flare." the voice said approvingly.
Betz tried to remember the name of the one demonpyre in the school. She knew his last name had something to do with a bird, but that was all she had. "I am Darius Nightingale." he said, as if he had read Betz's thoughts. He still had not showed himself. "Alright, Darius," Betz paused "May I ask what you are doing here, so close to the girls side?" she asked. Darius chuckled. "You look tasty." he answered in a voice that sent shivers up Betz's spine. Not the usual shivers of fear but the other kind of shivers. "So you look at me as a snack?" Betz asked, an unsure edge to her voice. Darius laughed softly. "Ha ha, no. A snack is much to simple. I was thinking a feast, you are much more beautiful and more sophisticated than a snack." he commented. Betz flushed. "Thank you?" she said it more as a question then as a statement. "Your welcome." he whispered into Betz's ear, his warm breath on her neck.
Betz jumped, Darius now had his arms wrapped around her and his head was floating by her ear. "I've been watching you for a while now Betz, and I must say; you are intriguing." he whispered, his voice dripping with honey. Betz, despite her trying not to, melted back into Darius' arms. "Oh?" she questioned. Darius nodded. "It's in my nature to seek out one prey and keep him or her close for many many reasons." he whispered, his arms pulling Betz even closer. "So what are my choices, now that I am your prey of choice?" Betz asked. Her father had taught her much about hybrids, and demonpyres had been on that list. She knew that even with her magic, Betz did not have a chance in fighting a demonpyre and that she should see the peaceful ways out before she decided to run or fight. "Well, you can accept the fact that you are the only women that has ever caught my interest in my life, and commit your body to my hunger and your time to me or you can try to avoid me, in which case I will try even harder to win you over." he said simply.
Betz tried to breath normally. She failed. Her heart was racing now. She had never been this close to a man in her life. Yes she had hugged her father, but that was a completely different relationship and situation than this. That was hard for most people to believe, given that Betz was seventeen. Her thoughts were racing and she could not think strait. But after a moment or two of silence in Darius' arms, Betz answered. "Let me talk to my father. I'm going to go see him this weekend. I'll give you my answer after I've gone over a few things with him." she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "As you wish." Darius whispered and than he was gone, just as sudden as he had come.
Betz opened the door to her dorm. Emily, and Tabby were talking in hushed voiced and giggling. They went silent when Betz walked in. Tabby was the first to talk. "And why, might I asked, is your face so red?" she asked with a giggle. Betz started getting out of her uniform and into her pajamas. "I...." she sat down on the edge of her bed, unsure what to tell the two gossip girls. "I just got the most intriguing offer." Betz said, and left it at that. She was not lying, just not telling the whole truth.
Betz went to FIMC. She loved it there. It reminded her a lot of home, which was a huge mansion up in the mountains by a lake. There was a lot of open space and with the low count of students, it was a very quiet place and Betz always had the library to herself.
Betz was not one of the nerds or geeks, but she did not fit in with the popular crowd either. She, in a way, was her own label. Betz was different from most of the other kids, and the few that were like her kept to themselves. Or so Betz thought.
It was about eleven thirty and Betz was heading back to her dorm from the library. She took the outside rout because it was a warm summer night and she wanted to look at the starts for a moment before she went to bed.
She stood in the center of the garden that was the entrance to the girls side. It was a cloudless night and the smell of roses was heavy on the breeze. "Evening Betz." a seducing whisper came into Betz's ear. It was male, but this was a magic school, so it could be anybody. Betz whipped around, looking for the speaker. She could not see anybody. "Who are you?" Betz asked the air. She hoped and prayed that all the others girls were sound asleep and would not hear any of this. "Oh, nobody." the voice said in a sly tone. It was still the same honey covered whisper as before. The sort of whisper that a stereotype bad-boy would have. "Well if you're nobody, why do you hide? If you were really nobody, it wouldn't matter if I could see you or not." Betz said a matter-of-factly. The voice chuckled softly. "True, true. In that case I am somebody. But I'm not going to tell you which somebody I am." he said smoothly. Betz could just imagine a sly smile spread over this invisible somebody's lips. "Well, with the security of the school, you are a student. Right?" she asked. "Yes." the voice said. Betz took that answer into account. "And am I right in thinking you are male?" she asked, wondering if she could track where he was by getting him to talk. "Yes." The answer came from a different place this time. Betz bit her lip, she could not find him by talking to him because he was circling her, and unless she could ask questions, figure out he who was and tried to calculate where he was all at the same time, she would just have to live with talking to the air until he showed himself. "Alright, that take more than half of the students off my list." Betz said. Her only problem was that she did not know any of the boys at school. "Okay, um... Are you using magic to make yourself invisible?" she asked. "No. It's natural for me to just blend in and go unnoticed." the voice responded. Betz nodded. The list had just gotten much much smaller. "So, you're not human?" she asked, wanting to make sure she was on the right path. "Yes." he validated Betz's thoughts. "That leaves me with two students. You are either the true blood vampire or the demonpyre. Correct?" Betz had given up trying to follow the boy's voice. It was making her dizzy. "Yes." he chuckled again, obviously pleased that Betz had almost figured him out. "Well, given that vampires are supposed to stand out in order to attract prey, you much be the demonpyre." Betz brought it up to an end. "You are very clever, miss Flare." the voice said approvingly.
Betz tried to remember the name of the one demonpyre in the school. She knew his last name had something to do with a bird, but that was all she had. "I am Darius Nightingale." he said, as if he had read Betz's thoughts. He still had not showed himself. "Alright, Darius," Betz paused "May I ask what you are doing here, so close to the girls side?" she asked. Darius chuckled. "You look tasty." he answered in a voice that sent shivers up Betz's spine. Not the usual shivers of fear but the other kind of shivers. "So you look at me as a snack?" Betz asked, an unsure edge to her voice. Darius laughed softly. "Ha ha, no. A snack is much to simple. I was thinking a feast, you are much more beautiful and more sophisticated than a snack." he commented. Betz flushed. "Thank you?" she said it more as a question then as a statement. "Your welcome." he whispered into Betz's ear, his warm breath on her neck.
Betz jumped, Darius now had his arms wrapped around her and his head was floating by her ear. "I've been watching you for a while now Betz, and I must say; you are intriguing." he whispered, his voice dripping with honey. Betz, despite her trying not to, melted back into Darius' arms. "Oh?" she questioned. Darius nodded. "It's in my nature to seek out one prey and keep him or her close for many many reasons." he whispered, his arms pulling Betz even closer. "So what are my choices, now that I am your prey of choice?" Betz asked. Her father had taught her much about hybrids, and demonpyres had been on that list. She knew that even with her magic, Betz did not have a chance in fighting a demonpyre and that she should see the peaceful ways out before she decided to run or fight. "Well, you can accept the fact that you are the only women that has ever caught my interest in my life, and commit your body to my hunger and your time to me or you can try to avoid me, in which case I will try even harder to win you over." he said simply.
Betz tried to breath normally. She failed. Her heart was racing now. She had never been this close to a man in her life. Yes she had hugged her father, but that was a completely different relationship and situation than this. That was hard for most people to believe, given that Betz was seventeen. Her thoughts were racing and she could not think strait. But after a moment or two of silence in Darius' arms, Betz answered. "Let me talk to my father. I'm going to go see him this weekend. I'll give you my answer after I've gone over a few things with him." she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "As you wish." Darius whispered and than he was gone, just as sudden as he had come.
Betz opened the door to her dorm. Emily, and Tabby were talking in hushed voiced and giggling. They went silent when Betz walked in. Tabby was the first to talk. "And why, might I asked, is your face so red?" she asked with a giggle. Betz started getting out of her uniform and into her pajamas. "I...." she sat down on the edge of her bed, unsure what to tell the two gossip girls. "I just got the most intriguing offer." Betz said, and left it at that. She was not lying, just not telling the whole truth.
Bubblegum?
(small spur of the moment story.)
Chelsie was late. She was always late. That put Betz off. In this line of work you had to be on time. No matter what. And what was worse, Chelsie had been working here for at least two years longer then Betz. The bell on the front door rang as someone walked in. It was a young woman, about five foot three with long curly blond hair. The woman walked over to the table that Betz sat at, chewing quite loudly on some bubblegum. "You're late." Betz said sternly. Chelsie blew a large bubble that popped with a large sound. Betz cringed, she hated Chelsie. Chelsie was the daughter a rich man and never let anyone forget that. "I saw some shoes and just had to get them." Chelsie said sitting down. "As if that lets you off for being late. This is big Chelsie. As in you could have gotten fired for being late big." Betz tried to tell Chelsie how big of a deal this new mission was. Chelsie was looking at her nails, not paying attention to Betz. "Chelsie!" Betz slammed her fist on the table. Everone in the small diner looked over to them. Betz did not care. She got looks like that a lot. Chelsie on the other hand did care. "What?" she finally said, her attention on Betz now. "The monsters came out of the sewers last night and killed five civilians. You and I are to go and investigate." Betx summarized the mission up into a quick few sentences. Chelsie shrugged. "Why didn't you say so, lets go." she said, getting up. Betz cursed under her breath and the two of them walked out of the diner.
Chelsie was late. She was always late. That put Betz off. In this line of work you had to be on time. No matter what. And what was worse, Chelsie had been working here for at least two years longer then Betz. The bell on the front door rang as someone walked in. It was a young woman, about five foot three with long curly blond hair. The woman walked over to the table that Betz sat at, chewing quite loudly on some bubblegum. "You're late." Betz said sternly. Chelsie blew a large bubble that popped with a large sound. Betz cringed, she hated Chelsie. Chelsie was the daughter a rich man and never let anyone forget that. "I saw some shoes and just had to get them." Chelsie said sitting down. "As if that lets you off for being late. This is big Chelsie. As in you could have gotten fired for being late big." Betz tried to tell Chelsie how big of a deal this new mission was. Chelsie was looking at her nails, not paying attention to Betz. "Chelsie!" Betz slammed her fist on the table. Everone in the small diner looked over to them. Betz did not care. She got looks like that a lot. Chelsie on the other hand did care. "What?" she finally said, her attention on Betz now. "The monsters came out of the sewers last night and killed five civilians. You and I are to go and investigate." Betx summarized the mission up into a quick few sentences. Chelsie shrugged. "Why didn't you say so, lets go." she said, getting up. Betz cursed under her breath and the two of them walked out of the diner.
I need a tablet!!!!!
Whew! This took me two days to complete. Mostly because I had homework and a little brother to block my unending attention to this new project. But now it's finished and you people gt to see it! This is the cover to my newest story, Falling with Angels. I'll type the actual story up (sooner or later) and you guys can get the whole picture.
Feedback is always wanted! <3
Click click, add new layer, color, click click
Whew, my goodness, my hand hurts. I sketched, inked, and colored these two pictures on the computer with my mouse. It took quite a long time to make both of them, with many, many mess-ups. It felt so relieving when I finished them, like I just drew, inked, and colored a drawing in the real-world. So take a look at them and tell me how you like them!
(Click on them if you want to view them in their actual sizes)
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