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Pick one of your characters and one of mine and I'll give you 5-10 facts as 'written' by my character about yours.
You've got your pick from Herz, Hiccup and April, I'm thinking. Unless you really want to dredge up an old muse. It could be fun!
Hiccup shushed both of the snickering boys as he shut the back entrance to his house.
“Hey, you two idiots want to wake up my dad, be my guest,” he hissed, probably louder than their now stifled laughter had been.
“How’s your nose?” Tuff teased. “Still sore?” Self consciously, Hiccup rubbed at it.
“Fine. How’s yours?” Before the blond could respond, the taller boy made a swipe for him. Tuff just barely saved his face from being clipped by the right hook. He staggered back and started snickering again. It was harmless rough-housing, they both knew it. Hiccup was grinning again before his hand was dropped from its fist. “C’mon.” He rolled his shoulder in invitation and started for the woods. His friends followed.
“Astrid can pack a punch,” Snotlout ventured. Apparently they weren’t done making jabs.
“You <i>would</i> be the expert on that, wouldn’t you?” Hiccup shot back.
The black haired boy’s eyes glazed, expression dreamy. “<i>Yeah.</i>” Well, that didn’t have the desired effect.
“Whatever.” He shoved a branch out of his way, then pointedly let it snap back in one of his companion’s faces, not really caring which. From the high whine of surprise followed by hissed snickering, it’d gone for Tuff.
“Look at him, he’s so—”
“Oh wow. Would you look, we’re here.” Hiccup motioned grandly to their impromptu camp site. “And we have so much to do. There’s now absolutely no time to talk.” Tuff kept up his snickering, but thankfully took the hint.
The next few minutes were passed setting up and settling in for the night. The boys built their fire, scattered their bed wraps and of course, cooked some good ol’ meat.
~*~Thinking mushily about Astrid goes here.~*~
“Wh—what was that?”
All three of them sat frozen for a long minute. The rustling returned. One of his friends managed a syllable before Hiccup promptly shushed him. He mouthed ‘get your blankets ready’ the best he could before getting up and slowly slipping back out of their clearing. He wasn’t heading towards the noise; he was trying to circle around it. From the confused looks and various gestures he caught from his friends, he hadn’t quite made that clear. Still, it seemed to work well enough. As he neared the underbrush that was being disturbed, something began to growl. It was not an impressive growl. Defiantly, Hiccup decided he could take it, or at least scare it where he wanted it to go.
The young Viking slipped his dagger out of his belt and rushed the bush, yelling at the top of his lungs. A Terror—all alone, thank Thor—scurried out of it’s hiding place and he kept on it’s heels, herding the dumb animal towards the firelight. Soon his battle cry was echoed. It was Snotlout. In an act of brave stupidity, the stout boy threw himself at the dragon, brandishing his blanket as an impromptu net. The Terror screeched and started to thrash beneath him. Snotlout “Woah”ed, but held fast.
For all of a moment, Hiccup grinned at the apparent success of his <i>very</i> stupid plan. Then the Terror blasted a hole through the blanket and set it on fire. Hiccup remembered he had a reason to be afraid of even a Terror.
Snotlout yelped in fright, instantly letting go. “Did it get me, did it get me?!” he asked, panicked and frantically patting at his arms and clothes in hopes to smother any possible fires. Luckily, it <i>had</i> missed him. It was also still writhing around in a blanket in the middle of their freaking camp, and none of them knew what to do. The dirt it and Snotlout had kicked up was quickly putting out the fire, leaving enough of the blanket intact to keep it contained. It’s claws and scales had caught on the rough wool, keeping it trapped, at least for the moment. They all looked at each other, and then the other two looked to <i>Hiccup.</i> It was obvious they were expecting him to fix this.
Peer pressure, much.
Heart pounding in his ears, Hiccup went back to watching the Terror. It’d managed to free its back feet and tail, but the stupid thing hadn’t taken the hole it’d made with its own fire breath. This time, Hiccup took special note of how the blanket glowed just a second before the fire ate a ring from it, and then began to spread and grow. He realized that it’d get free this time. Next, it’d escape, or retaliate. He couldn’t have that.
...and then I made Herz an account.
So basically, he's gonna be posting about IC events on the boat, but you're free to forth wall him to hell.
...AKA Dear_mun with shorter replies. And none of the 'my mun' business.
Should I post this to elegante_ooc? It'd be fun to have a cast there, but I'm afraid the majority would just say 'no'. /irrational fear
Basically, my brother tried to kill himself Saturday. They stopped him; he's now in a facility meant to specifically help kids like him. There won't be an encore. I hope.
Anyways, it's just now hitting me and I really need me some pretendy funtiem games. I don't care if I piss off the RP at large, but I don't want to have my friends thinking I'm flaking on them because of some personal reasons. I'm not. I'm just...flaky. And my friends read this. So.
I'm gonna be posting a lot, especially tonight. I'll probably drop tags like crazy, too. Please, police me. Wave tags in my face. Bear with me for a little while. I know I've been getting worse, but I don't think I can work on getting better just yet. I kinda just need to flit around and make myself feel better. I have no intention of never addressing my fail...guess I just can't yet.
There. Angsty post over. I love you guys.
A. "Has my portrayal of a character(s) changed the way you think of him/her?"
B. Pick one of my characters and I'll answer the following questions about him or her.
1. What would your character kill for? What would they die for?
2. What would they refuse to do under any circumstances? Why?
3. What do they dream about?
4. What’s their biggest fear?
5. What single object would they be most hard pressed to part with? Why?
6. What is their fondest memory?
7. What is their worst memory?
8. What or who was were their most significant influence? Expound.
9. What do they believe makes a successful life?
10. What makes them laugh?
11. What are their religious views?
12. What is their greatest strength?
13. Do they have a fatal flaw? If so, what is it?
14. Who is the most important person in their life?
15. If they died, who would miss them most? How would they die
Not limited to my ele characters on the off chance you guys still remember the Exiles crew.
I started to think about the Nostalgia Chick's critique on the The Smurfette Principle, and I dunno, that went to thinking about Aladdin's relationship with Jasmine. He REALLY LIKES IT when she picks up on his street-rat tricks, yeah? That's pretty telling of any heteronomative (I believe I'm spelling that right) relationship. Guys tend to like it when girls can enjoy/are knowledgeable of the things they like to do/watch/talk about.
This doesn't go both ways without the guy getting crap from his friends, or being considered 'less attractive' by his girlfriend. I know a lot of girls who don't want to see any feminine qualities in their boyfriends, but enjoy sports, cars, 'boy things'.
Oh yeah, we totally have gender equality, guys.
YOU KNOW THAT MOVIE ABOUT ROLLER DERBIES W
IT WAS SO GOOD.
I WANT TO BE A ROLLER DERBIE GIRL.
MY ROLLDER DERBIE NAME WOULD BE AMELIA T
WHAT IS YOUR ROLLER DERBIE NAME. DO YOU WANNA BE A ROLLER DERBIE PIRATE W
≋ M.S. ELEGANTE
◥ Especially in Jak II, Torn is pretty dramatic. He gestures wildly while explaining his missions, his back-story, especially while delivering threats. I speak with my hands, too. On the romantic front; sometimes I feel I have serious trouble successfully wooing those I wish to woo. Obviously Torn fails pretty hard at that...at least by traditional standards. He's found someone who thinks it's cool, though.
April | iwitnessdamsel | Feminism (penis envy)/Art
◥ I'm still excited to play up April's artistic abilities, since she's the first character I've had who also does character artwork. I mean, I think it's pretty canon that she likes figures better than backgrounds from...all of the...two pics of her's we get to see. She's also a 'modern woman', to the extreme it can clash with her relationships with those of the opposite sex. I feel threatened by some men, too ._. Castrating them does seem like the answer.
Herz | meinxxherz | Everything Ever
◥ Okay, not really, but Herz does hit very close to home. I don't stutter quite as badly, but I do stutter. I love to write. I love to RP (and he is ICly finding Rping 8>). I love to lust over those of the same sex. He's definitely an exaggeration of me in many ways, but outside his love for cooking and Jesus Christ, we're, like, we're close.
I don't know what that says about my love of torturing the guy, but there you go.
I am this close to obliging the little failure.
I'm really worried this is a bad idea.
I really don't want to redraw his icons, considering I just finished the new set. I can tell myself I don't have to redraw them, but I likely will, as his hair is gonna change if he gets rid of his scars. It naturally parts to the side. Alright, so I'm actually excited to draw that some more, it's still more work and stressing and coloring in my future.
I think I want this, but I can't shake the feeling that I can't play Herz without his scars. That his scars make him who he is. He's not original or compelling without them. It's fun if it's just a silly event that only lasts three days and he has to wake up again and be his old 'ugly' self. I love doing that kind of bait and switch on him. It could really break him if he got 'fixed' only to get, idk, attacked by Erol and re-carved. I can't take that out if I don't like him 'normal'.
This is kinda big. This could make or break him, I think. I feel. I don't want to make Herz unplayable, but I also can't just...keep going in the same direction I have been. If I can do this right, it could be epic. If I do this wrong...well. It'd be a hell of a lot to retcon.
I really hope at least one of the anons was Nashi. That's stirring the shit stew pretty hard, but fuckit, I hope it was her. At least I can see where she's coming from instead of staring at months of CR and work that I thought was pretty damn impressive and going 'Where did I go wrong?', not knowing where the hell to start. It was pretty telling how the bulk of the complaints where "KaHerz sucks", after all. Still, it hurt to hear the 'christian turned gay' thing was cliche and poorly played. I think I already knew that. I think that anon really tapped into something I'd been fearing about Herz.
I think while I'm doing my homework tonight, I'm gonna put on the Swan Princess and sing to every fucking song. I need to get back on Rothbart's voice, so it works out.
Edit: I refuse to delete this entry, but for crap's sake, quit poking the anons. I didn't post this so you could all defend/rip into Nashi, I posted it to get some fucking advice. Leave it be, you're upping my blood pressure.
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And thank you for those who commented on the first two entries. I know I didn't reply to everyone, so sorry about that. The comments did seriously make my day. I didn't gloss over a single one.
Before we get to the arts, though--and I know this is a sketch journal not a whine journal--I just wanna talk about something in this lil' public forum thing because it's easier than making a secret or just confiding in one friend or blah blah blah. Please feel free to skip straight to the arts.
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