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25 October 2009 @ 05:55 pm
Well, this is a new one. Normally I have too much devilish fun writing snarky characters. I have almost no experience writing completely honest, lovestruck idiots.

Which is making writing a Renais blushingly accepting J's proposal on microcosm a rather interesting experience.

I'm probably going to reread her answers later and gag at the purple, cliche ridden prose. But it is quite worth it right now.
 
 
footseer
09 October 2009 @ 11:00 am
=.=  
Feeling a bit crummy, because one of my friends called my stuff unoriginal. :/ Derivative, yes - but I thought that I at least had some original ideas.

Am having fun designing all of my anime club into Inquestor-esque characters. Beyond that, nothing much.
 
 
footseer
03 July 2009 @ 11:36 pm
You know, I went through an entire anime (all eight episodes) and screencapped for one relationship, and the two characters involved. (I ended up with almost two hundred pics total.)

I really, really thought that my 'ship' of them would somehow be disproved by the realities of their situation and - well - actually seeing it again.

Yeah, I was wrong. I think I came up with even more proof this time, rather than less. The way he looks at her when he says her name, the way their motifs end up matching (both have wings of some sort, and have complementing colors), the theme of her being able to touch no one (except when she realizes she can touch him), the plot itself, the fact that they hold hands for almost three straight episodes...yeah. I'm not sure how much more cannon you can get, without him offering her a ring. (They share a boat, isn't that good enough?)

And thats what I've been spending the last few days on. Screencaps will be included later.
 
 
footseer
06 June 2009 @ 12:34 pm
Everyone knows about Fate. Than nebulous, anthropomorphized being that ensures that 'Destiny' happens, that the inevitable truly is inevitable, and that all the universe functions as it should.

However. Fate only 'works' on those worth his time. Those rare few whose lives are so astronomically important that he needs to intervene so catastrophe does not befall the universe. Sometimes he has to take drastic measures to ensure all is as it should be.

But what of the 'little' fates that happen daily. The time you bump into an old friend on the street, or happen to get the right number on the first guess. The one in a million chance that doesn't mean anything. Except, perhaps, to the people involved.

There is a word for that. And, as with every 'concept' word, there is a personification. "Coincidence" is hardly as flashy as Fate, but she is just as powerful. And she acts on all, regardless of who they are, or where they're from. She is small and quiet; someone you would miss on the street. But where she walks the world changes, only slightly, and the possibilities are skewed in the strangest ways.
 
 
footseer
02 June 2009 @ 11:31 pm
place holder. idea:

One Percent and the Stereotypes

Cultural anthropology characters, The Enigma and One Percent working on the side of the government, the Stereotypes being the 'bad guys' who wish to make everyone close minded and static. They search out and destroy people like the Enigma for their abilities to change who they are depending on the situation, which the Stereotypes see as dangerous.

One Percent is the Cult's (Bureau of Cultural Studies) android, who personifies the '1%' of the population that is somehow unusual. S/he has strange abilities and powers, gained from the fact that s/he is linked to the global unconciousness, as is The Enigma. In fact, the data needed to create hir was gained through studies preformed on the Enigma.

The Enigma was found as a child. Hir traits are heritable but unusual, leading the researchers to believe that s/he is not merely a fluke of the universe, but in fact part of a species much like the Stereotypes. It would be almost impossible to locate and identify Enigmas, due to their inherent ability to fit into any situation possible. Still, it is possible that s/he is the last of hir species due to the Stereotypes efficiency at exterminating people like hir.
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footseer
29 May 2009 @ 03:20 pm
I get most of my inspiration for my art and writing from the classes I take. Strange, isn't it? And I've recently found that the best way to work out frustration (when its targeted towards stupid policies, people being idiots and humanities incompetence in general) is to create superheros to combat the problem.

Obviously, this does nothing in the greater scheme of things. But it sure helps me feel better.

So Zorra, Border Patrol and Culture Shock won't be doing anything to combat the worlds problems in our world, but damn they're fun to write.

character designs )
 
 
footseer
07 May 2009 @ 11:39 am
Been working on a bunch of stuff. A few meme's for DA, as well as some preparations for the upcoming DDD virus.

Here's two things )
 
 
footseer
23 April 2009 @ 11:45 pm
I had an interesting dream today. The only reason I could remember it was because I woke up every five minutes or so to check the time, needing to ensure that I was not late for class. (I was, but only by a minute).

The dream was...strange, to say the least. It was creepy and could be construed as rather frightening. But I find that, to me, it reflects the Thailand belief that death in dreams suggests good luck in real life. I've never had such a positive dream about death.

But what happened?

the story )

The image of the Christmas card stayed with me for over an hour after I woke up and went to my art class. And I can't help but wonder - why do I think that 'my' actions were right? Simply because he needed to die? Or because I had given him a gift - something to do in the after life?
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footseer
16 February 2009 @ 11:02 pm
editing for a friend )
 
 
footseer
15 February 2009 @ 10:31 pm
Endives face fell )

A picture to go along with the story~
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footseer
12 January 2009 @ 03:28 pm
Sarah is in a pissy mood. When Sarah is in moods like these, she takes it out on other people. (and starts to talk in third person.) Sarah also has to hid the things she writes, because they would terrify small children. Luckly, she has a livejournal that will enjoy that sort of thing.

Interrogation )

And that, my friends, is why you should only allow Sarah to have so much depressing in one day.
For more explanation go HERE
 
 
footseer
03 December 2008 @ 10:03 pm
Uncovered this tonight in an old journal. Apparently I never wrote it up. Its my proof that I too have Naruto Mary Sues.

Hello Lord. )


As an explanation:

Oba is a character I've had kicking around in my brain for quite a while. Originally she was a way to tie up the whole "How could Kabuto be Orochimaru's son yet still look exactly like his Adopted father?" problem. My (rather cliched) response was "he's a child of the man's sister."

Unfortunately, she's grown a bit since then. Oba is a product of her families history; a woman with inherited regenerative and healing powers but who is not particularly strong or motivated. She works primarily as a small-time traveling healer. Such a wild-card is not approved of by the Konoha government, even though her skills are minuscule in all areas excluding healing. Still, she is tolerated, as she poses little threat and has gained support of the local governments. (Okay, truth tell, I just like the ideas of gypsy healers.)

Her relationship to Orochimaru is this: he works with her brother. She worked with him while he was in Konoha. Any affair was short and pointless, she doesn't particularly approve of him but is hardly powerful enough to stop him, and doesn't care as long as she isn't directly harmed. He is attractive but their relationship ends there. No longstanding profession of love or affection.

Oba drags her young (illegitimate) child around with her, attempting to remain consistently ahead of both the Konoha agents and her brothers spies. It was this that gave Kabuto his rather strange childhood.

She dies as a result of sheltering him when he flees Konoha. The whole village she was staying in was butchered, leaving a five year old Kabuto as one of the few survivors. Orochimaru himself was presumed dead and the young boy was adopted by his uncle.

Someday I'll write out that full battle scene. (It explains why Kabuto wears glasses, and has a dislike of Konoha leadership.)

Ah, here's a Link that has a picture of her. (if you can see the light pencil marks on the other side, its a very rough young!kabuto and a fatherly Orochimaru.) I swear, if I ever do write the full fic, it will only ever *mildly* suggest that Orochimaru might be Kabuto's father. Nothing is known for sure!
 
 
footseer
17 November 2008 @ 11:20 pm
So not 31_days entry today, but instead I have a short story about Hadrina.

“Actually, I’m the resident medic.” )
 
 
footseer
13 November 2008 @ 12:03 am
Damnit, Missed it by three minutes! So close!

I guess that means that I shouldn't spend so much time writing about superficial characters...but gosh darn if I didn't actually 'get' one of my characters for the first time tonight. Weird how that goes.

Oh well.

Title: Last Test
Series: Wormhole (original)
Day/Theme: Nov 13// Back Alley with Allies
Rating: PG13-R (If you get all of the implied stuff, its kind of creepy)

The first time Alex had gone through the ‘test’ she failed miserably. )
 
 
footseer
04 November 2008 @ 12:56 am
So I missed it, just barely. But I am doing the November theme set for the community 31_days. Its been fun so far!

lately you make me… )
 
 
footseer
14 October 2008 @ 10:49 pm
( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )
 
 
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Only Living Boy in New York
 
 
 
footseer
01 September 2008 @ 10:20 pm
I've always loved shape-shifters. It probably has something to do with reading the True Game at a very young age. But not many put them into a science fiction setting, at least from what I've found. So I give you my take on Shape Shifters, set in a world far in the future. This essay is part of the opening speal from the Academy of Sklatzy Nortem, a bording school set on one of the planets in the Shifting Planes. It is targeted towards the prospective parents who would be paying to send their (mostly non-shifter) children to the school. It explains quite a bit of shifter history and culture, though leaves out some of the cool things, like the Festavale of Silent North for which the world is named. I wrote this mostly during work, so if it seems disjointed at times, that is likely a result of being inturupted by patients.



 
 
footseer
28 August 2008 @ 09:36 pm
Here are two articles I've written up in the last two days. One is on linguistics (and elvish hate) and the other is a review of Yen+, inspired by the other reviews I read.

IPA vs. Elvish )
Yen+ )
I really will post *real* writing later, as soon as I beging transcribing my note book into my computer. 'Up next' will be more Naruto (not an AU this time!) and the beginings of "The strange case of the boy and his ghost" - a toon-world story.

P.P.S. Sorry for the spelling errors. Fire Fox and Livejournal don't mix well.
 
 
footseer
12 August 2008 @ 10:32 pm

“Do not go gently into this good night…”

The young man chained to the chair looked up and responded

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

His interrogator looked surprised. The man had simply been reading from his notebook, and hadn’t recognized the quote. One of the young guards had, though, and was looking at the prisoner thoughtfully, if with a certain amount of suspicion.

“I’m sorry Mr., ah, Hemlock?”

“The poem. The next line is ‘rage against the dying of the light’. Its Yeats, sir.” The ‘sir’ was respectful but held a hint of scorn.

The interrogator returned to his clipboard, scrawling something. “None of the other children responded that way.”

“They must have forgotten. And if they have forgotten that…” the sentence trailed suggestively, with the innuendo clear as if he had truly spoken the words ‘you should let them go.’

The pale haired questioner seemed to ignore it, continuing merely with “I see. What was the poem again?”

“Yeats. Our surrogate father read it aloud to us often.”

“Ah yes, Mr. Snake. I hope you understand that he is the reason you are here?”

“I thought the reason was that you think we’re subversives.”

“Subversives because of him.

Kabuto spat and glared at his guard.“If you are going to execute him, at least do it for crimes he actually committed.”

The masked man blustered, taken back but the sudden vehemence. “But he is a spy…”

“He is a refugee. As that secret service man who brought me in could attest to. He took hell to get ‘Mr. Snake’ out of China. I’m sure the Toad remembers.”

“So he was to vile even for China?”

Kabuto gritted his teeth. “If he had stayed, he would have died. China is not a pretty place right now. Especially for one such as him.”

“What was his crime? What terrible thing did he do?” Mocked the Inquisitor.

“He was homosexual.”

Silence, broken by a choking sound from a young, blond haired guard.

- - - - - - - - - -

“But he is still a communist. And he trained you –“

“He is not a communist.” Interrupted the young prisoner.

“What?”

“He is not a communist. He quite likes your system of government. It give rise to so many unfortunates for him to study…”

 
 
 
 

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