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Sunday, October 19
Chemical Creations
I have my own MySpace comments shop, and I have a lot of stock already up. I take requests, I can draw the item in question or I can find it and alter it to your needs. I can do names, pictures of pets and close friends, whatever! Completely free of charge! Here's a few samples, all of which are my own hand-drawn art pieces. I will post a second post to include my school spirit comments!
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Saturday, September 20
Two Shades of Midnight
This is a piece I did for my creative writing class.
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Two Shades of Midnight
Everything was a blur between the two expert warriors, as the silver lightening of scimitars orbiting their bodies collided in blazing fast parries. All the strikes screeched and wailed like one long note. Lilithia panted softly, the sweat cascading over the white fuzz of her eyebrows, over her cheeks, to her tongue, where she could taste the salts mixing with the metallic taste of blood. Blood from a broken nose than slurped and burned inside her nostrils with every breath.
Drizzt was agile wearing his magically enhanced bracers, but Lilithia could keep pace as he feigned left, right, right and left. Neither could work the other off of the offense, so timed-out was each single manuever. Drizzt felt her strength in the hand-numbing blows her scimitars made on his, at times nearly sending his weapons soaring away from his grasp.
Time seemed to creep by, despite the flurry of their weapons.
Lilithia sensed Drizzt’s distraction when she held her breath, the questioning look in his eyes and the slightest, tiniest drop of his weapons. He was growing weary, and now he was open. Faster than lightening, like a comet’s tail, both of scimitars connected with his solidly, locking them together before twisting them from his grip.
The blades clanged to the floor, leaving her holding nothing as she shoulder blocked him into the far wall. As nimble as an alley cat walking down the chain link fences, Lilithia leapt onto his back and set her feet over his shoulders to pin him.
“I promised.” She said, snickering. The sheer white of her teeth against her ebony skin made her a spooky, but intricately beautiful, wraith. At perhaps sixteen, quite young for a drow, Lilithia had bested all but her uncle Jarlaxle with his nasty magical tricks. She had the body of a seductress, but looks were so often decieving with her race, for though she was barely five feet tall, she was a forced to be reckoned with. As Drizzt knew well.
Blacker than freshly mined coal, more supple than rabbit fur, a drow warrior of either gender was a ferociously deadly enemy to be avoided at all costs. Unless, of course, you’re a drow.
“Oh okay. Just… don’t tell Catti. This is… embarrasing.” Drizzt managed to grunt, trying to push her off of his back, to which she responded by grinding her heel into the nook of his spine, behind his head. Drizzt silently thought to himself to remind her of where she was.
“Ow!” he groaned, collapsing back to the floor in an armor-covered, mushy heap of body. “I give.”
“Exactly, now let’s go get something to eat, and perhaps procure a bath for ourselves. You look like the black tar in the deep mines.” Lilithia said, leaping again off of him and crouching to untangle the metal jigsaw that was their scimitars. With a curse, and some luck, she pried her weapons away from his, nursing a new, deep gash in her palm. Drizzt seemed concerned of the crimson creeping from her nose, or what had been but was now crusted over her lip.
As she looked away, turning her shoulder to him, Drizzt could see that most of her simple blouse had been shredded off of her shoulders, everything but what was sheltered by her thin, mithral chainmail. Her naturally, and wildly, curly hair hung damp to her shoulders like lilies with too much sunlight, darkening the lavender highlights she had recently dyed into her snow white locks.
“You dyed your hair?” Drizzt asked, stepping up after gathering his own weapons and replacing them in their sheaths. His hand coasted through the air to curl his fingers into one bunch of hair and gently tug it. “It’s beautiful, Lilithia.”
“Yes, believe it or not, Regis helped!” she said, laughing and turning on him. He saw his own violet eyes reflect in hers, and the contrast of the hues. He could see what he thought might be stars in a purple midnight sky, but in truth, they were flecks of gold and silver that speckled her lilac pupils. Drizzt became lost, and he didn’t notice when his daughter, for that was why Lilithia had the same color eyes, stepped closer and hugged him, her head finding the crook of his neck.
“Better next time.” She whispered, listening as his heart beat. Still faster than her own. Together, in thoughtful silence, the father and daughter warrior couple walked out the wooden door of the private training room they had in the large house of the gracious Lady Alustriel.
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Two Shades of Midnight
Everything was a blur between the two expert warriors, as the silver lightening of scimitars orbiting their bodies collided in blazing fast parries. All the strikes screeched and wailed like one long note. Lilithia panted softly, the sweat cascading over the white fuzz of her eyebrows, over her cheeks, to her tongue, where she could taste the salts mixing with the metallic taste of blood. Blood from a broken nose than slurped and burned inside her nostrils with every breath.
Drizzt was agile wearing his magically enhanced bracers, but Lilithia could keep pace as he feigned left, right, right and left. Neither could work the other off of the offense, so timed-out was each single manuever. Drizzt felt her strength in the hand-numbing blows her scimitars made on his, at times nearly sending his weapons soaring away from his grasp.
Time seemed to creep by, despite the flurry of their weapons.
Lilithia sensed Drizzt’s distraction when she held her breath, the questioning look in his eyes and the slightest, tiniest drop of his weapons. He was growing weary, and now he was open. Faster than lightening, like a comet’s tail, both of scimitars connected with his solidly, locking them together before twisting them from his grip.
The blades clanged to the floor, leaving her holding nothing as she shoulder blocked him into the far wall. As nimble as an alley cat walking down the chain link fences, Lilithia leapt onto his back and set her feet over his shoulders to pin him.
“I promised.” She said, snickering. The sheer white of her teeth against her ebony skin made her a spooky, but intricately beautiful, wraith. At perhaps sixteen, quite young for a drow, Lilithia had bested all but her uncle Jarlaxle with his nasty magical tricks. She had the body of a seductress, but looks were so often decieving with her race, for though she was barely five feet tall, she was a forced to be reckoned with. As Drizzt knew well.
Blacker than freshly mined coal, more supple than rabbit fur, a drow warrior of either gender was a ferociously deadly enemy to be avoided at all costs. Unless, of course, you’re a drow.
“Oh okay. Just… don’t tell Catti. This is… embarrasing.” Drizzt managed to grunt, trying to push her off of his back, to which she responded by grinding her heel into the nook of his spine, behind his head. Drizzt silently thought to himself to remind her of where she was.
“Ow!” he groaned, collapsing back to the floor in an armor-covered, mushy heap of body. “I give.”
“Exactly, now let’s go get something to eat, and perhaps procure a bath for ourselves. You look like the black tar in the deep mines.” Lilithia said, leaping again off of him and crouching to untangle the metal jigsaw that was their scimitars. With a curse, and some luck, she pried her weapons away from his, nursing a new, deep gash in her palm. Drizzt seemed concerned of the crimson creeping from her nose, or what had been but was now crusted over her lip.
As she looked away, turning her shoulder to him, Drizzt could see that most of her simple blouse had been shredded off of her shoulders, everything but what was sheltered by her thin, mithral chainmail. Her naturally, and wildly, curly hair hung damp to her shoulders like lilies with too much sunlight, darkening the lavender highlights she had recently dyed into her snow white locks.
“You dyed your hair?” Drizzt asked, stepping up after gathering his own weapons and replacing them in their sheaths. His hand coasted through the air to curl his fingers into one bunch of hair and gently tug it. “It’s beautiful, Lilithia.”
“Yes, believe it or not, Regis helped!” she said, laughing and turning on him. He saw his own violet eyes reflect in hers, and the contrast of the hues. He could see what he thought might be stars in a purple midnight sky, but in truth, they were flecks of gold and silver that speckled her lilac pupils. Drizzt became lost, and he didn’t notice when his daughter, for that was why Lilithia had the same color eyes, stepped closer and hugged him, her head finding the crook of his neck.
“Better next time.” She whispered, listening as his heart beat. Still faster than her own. Together, in thoughtful silence, the father and daughter warrior couple walked out the wooden door of the private training room they had in the large house of the gracious Lady Alustriel.
Thursday, September 4
Naming Your Characters
I've been interested following some stuff here. and I thought I'd put this out for anyone needing help with naming characters.
For multi-lingual inspiration, you can visit Yahoo! Babel Fish
Searching for something, usually one word, can get you started. (I.E.- hunter for a wide variety of words. (Hunter, blood, stalker, carnivore, villain...)
Swahili Translations are helpful too, for more natural or tribal sounding names.
I prefer exotic names, usually ones that stick in your head very easily. I like to use the letters M, Y, U, N, K E, R V, and Z or X in names, such as Khamunette, Manyx, and Zakyr. Latin can also offer base words but efficient and accurate translators are few and far between for it.
For more Forgotten Realms-ish names, I usually take two words to describe and bond them. (Stone, strength = Amsul Shinstones. A dwarven cleric?)
The names above and below are open for use until further notice, as an offer. None of them are claimed by my copy righted characters. Note, they are NOT in any order except that which they were composed in and I will try to update/add more when I get them. (Remember, these are generics. I can't be accounted for the meaning or whatnot. They're not race specific either.)
Akanhsa Kellan Kual Umna Hargyth Haramet Kammisut Paramier Ulan Khenner Tannar
Raegammon Senaed Sorrophena Alkern Haeyn Zaenner
Specific names: (SW. for Swahili meaning, IT. for Italian, SP. for Spanish, FR. for French, G for German.)
Uzuri *Zuri*- (SW.) 'Beauty'.
Makosa, Atakosa- (SW.) 'Sin'.
Umia, Umiza, Uchungu- (SW.) 'Pain'.
Haine- (FR.) 'Hatred'.
Odio- (IT.)'Hatred'.
For multi-lingual inspiration, you can visit Yahoo! Babel Fish
Searching for something, usually one word, can get you started. (I.E.- hunter for a wide variety of words. (Hunter, blood, stalker, carnivore, villain...)
Swahili Translations are helpful too, for more natural or tribal sounding names.
I prefer exotic names, usually ones that stick in your head very easily. I like to use the letters M, Y, U, N, K E, R V, and Z or X in names, such as Khamunette, Manyx, and Zakyr. Latin can also offer base words but efficient and accurate translators are few and far between for it.
For more Forgotten Realms-ish names, I usually take two words to describe and bond them. (Stone, strength = Amsul Shinstones. A dwarven cleric?)
The names above and below are open for use until further notice, as an offer. None of them are claimed by my copy righted characters. Note, they are NOT in any order except that which they were composed in and I will try to update/add more when I get them. (Remember, these are generics. I can't be accounted for the meaning or whatnot. They're not race specific either.)
Akanhsa Kellan Kual Umna Hargyth Haramet Kammisut Paramier Ulan Khenner Tannar
Raegammon Senaed Sorrophena Alkern Haeyn Zaenner
Specific names: (SW. for Swahili meaning, IT. for Italian, SP. for Spanish, FR. for French, G for German.)
Uzuri *Zuri*- (SW.) 'Beauty'.
Makosa, Atakosa- (SW.) 'Sin'.
Umia, Umiza, Uchungu- (SW.) 'Pain'.
Haine- (FR.) 'Hatred'.
Odio- (IT.)'Hatred'.
Sunday, August 17
Fear of Changes
This is something I found out among the many, many articles on the web. Sadly, I couldn't find the name of the author, but I'm sure that they won't mind.
"Sometimes a person is their own worst enemy.
The girl who fears change because she thinks she knows when she does, her 'friends' will all desert her. The person who has he heart of a lion, hides in the guise of a rat, to keep the spotlight of stares off their own back.
People who don't aspire to anything, or so they say, do jus that; They aspire to hide from those parts of themselves and those around them they think they cannot possibly embrace.
I have walked both paths, feeling at times only hatred and laziness, knowing without a doubt that love was a myth and kind deeds a weakness. Until those days a certain person touches me or a certain thing happens and then I see only where my heart lies, among the fields and meadows, next to my friends, next to my only lover's heart.
I find myself, everywhere, not inside, not outside, but in both places and in everyone I meet.
People may act as if some kinds of normal aren't normal. Not to them I believe, but to the person who believes that they are very normal. Normal isn't being a carbon copy, and those people who say 'be different!' would very much do well to listen to themselves!
Paris Hilton, Miley Cyrus and Oprah can, bluntly, fuck off. Not everyone has a million dollars to endorse their claims. Nor the freedom to put it on TV. Sometimes people need to turn the TV off, go outside and look up into a dark sky. The sky is never the same, so how can we be the same? People vary and change like the seasons, and what may be normal to a skinny person isn't the same to someone who is fluffed.
Certain people need to realize that sometimes the best changes are not a conscious choice at all. Most of the time, the best changes are those laid before us, the obstacles we face everyday morph us into who we should be.
And fearing change sets us into motion to change faster, and before you know it... you're either the lowliest scum, or you're the happiest person. My happiness isn't in money, I have often gone without it for months, surviving off of pittances from family and friends. But surrounding myself with loyal friends willing to do such for me when I run out of road... that they pave it for me... it makes me feel that I have the life I desire. And the one I love, when I hit a bump in the great road ahead of myself, he will always be there, no matter how far away or how much we think we hate each other at the moment.
Changes are not what we see. They are what we know to be true. Change is inevitable at best, impossible some times, and painful, always, even good changes. But that doesn't mean they're bad.
You can go through hell, but what does it matter if the experience you recount is happy, or a foreboding story to be retold? Even if you end up a lowly gangster, you have homies, and even then, when you're hated most by the 'normal people', you know you've been through it all and you can laugh in their face when they hide from such experiences.
Walk both paths, for the world is not divided among 'light' and 'dark'. Good and evil belong only in fairytales and myths, blind faith and blind wandering belong in the hearts of those unfaithful to themselves. Being a person, being yourself, and knowing the world around you, no matter if they accept you or not, is going to be the best of what you make of it is, after all, what everyone should have as their goal. There will always be peaces where war ensues, blood and tears of joy, sweat and a cool breeze. But come what may, it is your choice to change the light bulb when it flickers on that page of your life - That the light may reveal to you things are not so gloomy after all... It only takes one hand and fives fingers to change it, but it takes a mind and a heart to see the truth! And if you would rather leave that bulb to flicker, kudos - Those willing to brave the darkness are rewarded for their trials in the glorious rays of moonlight after the clouds pass.
May no two paths be the same, and well wishes to those who wish it upon themselves. Sometimes losing your way is actually finding another, often one you thought you would or could never traverse. Have faith in yourself and your friends."
Unknown Author.
"Sometimes a person is their own worst enemy.
The girl who fears change because she thinks she knows when she does, her 'friends' will all desert her. The person who has he heart of a lion, hides in the guise of a rat, to keep the spotlight of stares off their own back.
People who don't aspire to anything, or so they say, do jus that; They aspire to hide from those parts of themselves and those around them they think they cannot possibly embrace.
I have walked both paths, feeling at times only hatred and laziness, knowing without a doubt that love was a myth and kind deeds a weakness. Until those days a certain person touches me or a certain thing happens and then I see only where my heart lies, among the fields and meadows, next to my friends, next to my only lover's heart.
I find myself, everywhere, not inside, not outside, but in both places and in everyone I meet.
People may act as if some kinds of normal aren't normal. Not to them I believe, but to the person who believes that they are very normal. Normal isn't being a carbon copy, and those people who say 'be different!' would very much do well to listen to themselves!
Paris Hilton, Miley Cyrus and Oprah can, bluntly, fuck off. Not everyone has a million dollars to endorse their claims. Nor the freedom to put it on TV. Sometimes people need to turn the TV off, go outside and look up into a dark sky. The sky is never the same, so how can we be the same? People vary and change like the seasons, and what may be normal to a skinny person isn't the same to someone who is fluffed.
Certain people need to realize that sometimes the best changes are not a conscious choice at all. Most of the time, the best changes are those laid before us, the obstacles we face everyday morph us into who we should be.
And fearing change sets us into motion to change faster, and before you know it... you're either the lowliest scum, or you're the happiest person. My happiness isn't in money, I have often gone without it for months, surviving off of pittances from family and friends. But surrounding myself with loyal friends willing to do such for me when I run out of road... that they pave it for me... it makes me feel that I have the life I desire. And the one I love, when I hit a bump in the great road ahead of myself, he will always be there, no matter how far away or how much we think we hate each other at the moment.
Changes are not what we see. They are what we know to be true. Change is inevitable at best, impossible some times, and painful, always, even good changes. But that doesn't mean they're bad.
You can go through hell, but what does it matter if the experience you recount is happy, or a foreboding story to be retold? Even if you end up a lowly gangster, you have homies, and even then, when you're hated most by the 'normal people', you know you've been through it all and you can laugh in their face when they hide from such experiences.
Walk both paths, for the world is not divided among 'light' and 'dark'. Good and evil belong only in fairytales and myths, blind faith and blind wandering belong in the hearts of those unfaithful to themselves. Being a person, being yourself, and knowing the world around you, no matter if they accept you or not, is going to be the best of what you make of it is, after all, what everyone should have as their goal. There will always be peaces where war ensues, blood and tears of joy, sweat and a cool breeze. But come what may, it is your choice to change the light bulb when it flickers on that page of your life - That the light may reveal to you things are not so gloomy after all... It only takes one hand and fives fingers to change it, but it takes a mind and a heart to see the truth! And if you would rather leave that bulb to flicker, kudos - Those willing to brave the darkness are rewarded for their trials in the glorious rays of moonlight after the clouds pass.
May no two paths be the same, and well wishes to those who wish it upon themselves. Sometimes losing your way is actually finding another, often one you thought you would or could never traverse. Have faith in yourself and your friends."
Unknown Author.
Friday, August 1
Bulletin #2
New chapter - not finished. So... it got badly neglected and I may just have to rewrite it anyways, I hate the layout. I've been working on art projects left and right, and they're eating my brain, plus papers to fill out and sign. Fresh out of summer school, no problems. I will try to get that chapter up so I can get the next after it too.
Sunday, July 20
Future
Hmmm, I was just sitting around really when one of my older, half-eaten ideas came along again. This time, I feel more of an oompf to try them. And kick ass while doing so. Prove the WORLD wrong...
What I want to do before age 35-
Get in shape - Lose some weight - Be healthy.
I'm sick of always being a bit pudgy. And having somewhat oogleh teeth. And flat feet, weak joints, bad eyesight... I want to feel strong, I want to be healthy and feel healthy too.
Overcome all my mental and physical barriers.
Fear of heights, fear of spiders, weak emotional barriers. I want to blast it all away and become the person everyone else strives to become too.
Graduate with a G.E.D. or better.
I know I'm smart, and I can do it if I want to.
Choose a career, perhaps in the Navy, Air Force or Marines.
Military careers a bit appealing, for the challenges they offer. If I end up being the drill sergeant's breakfast in the Marines, the Navy is a second choice. If I make up for my lacking skills, perhaps the Air Force. (Probably not flying the planes.)
Become accomplished in that career.
I want to do things I never thought I would, I want to live a happy adult life... I want to not have to worry about my job being pulled from under me at any moment.
Obtain some college skill throughout the course.
College degrees may have falling values, but it never hurts to shoot for Pluto.
What I want to do before age 35-
Get in shape - Lose some weight - Be healthy.
I'm sick of always being a bit pudgy. And having somewhat oogleh teeth. And flat feet, weak joints, bad eyesight... I want to feel strong, I want to be healthy and feel healthy too.
Overcome all my mental and physical barriers.
Fear of heights, fear of spiders, weak emotional barriers. I want to blast it all away and become the person everyone else strives to become too.
Graduate with a G.E.D. or better.
I know I'm smart, and I can do it if I want to.
Choose a career, perhaps in the Navy, Air Force or Marines.
Military careers a bit appealing, for the challenges they offer. If I end up being the drill sergeant's breakfast in the Marines, the Navy is a second choice. If I make up for my lacking skills, perhaps the Air Force. (Probably not flying the planes.)
Become accomplished in that career.
I want to do things I never thought I would, I want to live a happy adult life... I want to not have to worry about my job being pulled from under me at any moment.
Obtain some college skill throughout the course.
College degrees may have falling values, but it never hurts to shoot for Pluto.
Friday, July 18
Bulletin #1
There may not be another update to either of the stories for the next two weeks after this Friday, 18th of July. I'm working on one, but it's coming along really, deathly slow. I've got about... one page of a chapter on the slate though, but it's going to take time. Hopefully I get back to speed after these summer classes are over. (And I ace them and get good grades.)
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