Character Bio: Catherine Parietal

            Day Two of getting jack shit accomplished. Ergh. Must find a story that I can add more than one sentence to before I move on to something else...
Even the myNoise thing is getting hard...
I'll just write another Character Bio, okay? So it's not just me whining.
Here's another OC from the story I'm working on with my friend:
Name: Catherine Parietal
Nickname(s): Cath/Cathy/Queen Catherine (As a joke.)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Phys. Description: Straight, long blonde hair dyed violet at the tips. Eyes are almond-shaped, and a matching violet color, though were originally the same blue as her mother's. About the same height as Peter Clepsydra (5'5"). Narrow-ish face, pointed chin, thin lips that rarely smile unless they need to. Wears makeup. Long fingers with well-manicured nails. Straight build, not very strong or muscular.
            I look up writing reference about this stuff online which is why it's phrased all weird in spots. It's either this or 'Blonde. Violet eyes, but used to be blue. Average height. Thin.' It's hard for me to find the right words to create the most accurate picture of what I have in mind... ugh, sorry.
...In one of the references I found 'Skittle' is apparently a body type... they give some of these the strangest names... 
Personality: The initial impression is that she's the bossiest snob you've ever met. She's competitive, acts very self-confident, and hates being ignored. Of course, first impressions are usually wrong. She is competitive, and she can be a bit bossy, but she just wants to be heard. She's an animal-lover, and very caring (if a bit nosy) when she warms up to a person. She has a quick temper but a complete inability to hold a grudge unless it's something really serious. This temper gets her into a good bit of trouble. She's very quick-witted and resourceful, and used to being self-sufficient. Being a team player does not come naturally for her unless she's in charge. (And even when she's in charge of a small group she ends up trying to everything herself or everyone to do it her way.)
Family: 
     Mother: Morgan Parietal
Other: Can read people's minds by touch, has mind control abilities, and is very skilled at running things smoothly. (From a distance.)
Dreamworld: Noct
Location: Castle
Location Description: Like the name implies, a big ol' stone castle in the middle of an island who-knows-where. Storms/rains a lot.
Task: Escape the Castle
            So there is today's post. Until tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Alright... Now what?

            One in the afternoon and nothing accomplished yet... make that almost 1:30. Meh, getting to it now...
Did I mention that my blog has a weird quirk of all the text being in Comic Sans if it doesn't load properly?
It's a pet peeve of mine.
As is the LACK OF CUTE FI--OH SHIT THEY'RE BACK!
THE FISHIES ARE BACK!
I REPEAT.
THE FISHIES ARE APPEARING WHEN I LOOK AT MY BLOG!
THIS IS A GOOD DAY.
I AM HAPPY NOW.
The little things please me, okay? Virtual fish... nice fonts... finding out my mom bought cheese popcorn...
Mmm... cheese popcorn...
            Yeah, so along with this, myNoise descriptions are back to being daily, did I mention? I think I forgot to mention... that thing's been getting to be the most popular thing I've written on there...
OH.
OH WAIT.
REMEMBERED A THING.
REMEMBERED I FINISHED SOMETHING I SAID I WAS GONNA.
OH.
TO DOCUMENTS!
FUCK.
NOT THERE.
FUCK.
DID I DELETE IT?
WAIT.
I TURNED IT IN FOR A GRADE IN SCHOOL...
TO FLASH DRIVE!
IT'S THERE.
THANK GOD.
YES. FINALLY.
            Remember this stupid thing? Well guess who remembered she mustered up the motivation to get this stupid thing done so she could pass her fucking creative writing class? Answer: THIS GIRL.
I.
AM.
VICTORIOUS.
BOO-YAH.
            Ahem... yes... um, ending this here, on a high note... I still have for other tasks to do... read 10 pages out of book... work on CHatID... finish that art thing... the myNoise thing.
(Again linking to the actual myNoise website because it's wonderful and donating to it would be a good cause, I think. Even the science behind it is kinda neat... *awkward cough*)
See ya tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Back in the Saddle... with Character Bio: Peter Clepsydra

            Alright, so one of my OCs in the story I mentioned last post is this kid. Now, because I can't think of anything else to right, a slightly cleaner bio for him.
Name:Peter Clepsydra
Nickname(s): Pete/Petey
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Phys. Description: Short, curly, reddish-blond hair and freckles. Round, bright green eyes, square-ish face, and wears braces. About 5'5" give or take, and a pretty muscular build even when the story first starts off.
Personality: Perky, enthusiastic, and easy-going. He's a bit timid as well, and apologizes compulsively. Prone to bouts of moodiness and tends to hide this from others. He often resorts to faking happiness if he has to, or lashing out when he breaks down. Likes routine, likes stability, and is fiercely loyal. A bit childish, like a big 8-year-old, most jokes and hints blow right past him. Socially awkward, and dislikes having to talk to strangers.
Family:
      Mother: Marigold 'Mari' Clepsydra. Killed in house fire.
      Father: Remus Clepsydra. Disappeared when Peter was five.
      Aunt: Hollis 'Holly' Clepsydra. Godparent. 
Other: Clairvoyant. Mathematical genius. Keeps an almost impossibly accurate sense of time. Workaholic.
            And I mentioned that each of the kids in this story was given a location and (an extremely cryptic, sometimes) task. (Also one of the four adults supervising them, called Patrons.) There were also two dreamworlds things (Luce and Noct) that end up being created by two of the eight kids with help from their Patrons. So here are those tidbits.
Dreamworld: Noct.
Location: Timepiece.
Location Description: Twelve clock towers situated in a circle   way out in the middle of a desert, and some underground living space.
Task: Watch the Clocks.
            So take from that nonsense what you will, now excuse me, I have stuff to put off for, like, an hour. See you tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Character Bio: Angel... Perhaps the Start of a Trend?

            SO BORED RIGHT NOW. Shockingly, I'm tired and lethargic and trying to find motivation in this blog thing...
You know what might be interesting to do on here?
Character Bios...
Huh... useful if I could add pictures, but I suppose we'll have to go without for now.
Who should I start with... perhaps someone you're all fairly familiar with: Angel Hawkings.
    Angel Hawkings is about my age, and shows a level of maturity well beyond it. Her parents, Ivy Voila and Leo Hawkings, died when she was young, and she and her nonidentical twin sister Gemini were raised by her uncle, Benjamin Hawkings. The Hawkings twins are half-Avian, half-grounder, and Angel is the winged half of the pair. She is short for an Avian, only average height to an ordinary human. She works as an Advisor of Pentacles for the Mistress of Mirrors, which is a logic-based occupation. As she is the youngest of the Advisers she often feels she has to work twice as hard to validate her place among the four. She is quite brisk with people, and a tad judgmental. Like her uncle she is very used to getting places fast, getting stuff done, and moving on, so she comes across as constantly rushed and impatient. She is very protective of her twin, almost over-protective. She isn't prone to emotional outbursts, and can be exasperated by them. She's used to them because of her sister, but has yet to learn to understand them. She's very determined, very outspoken when she feels something is wrong, which makes her a perfect fit for her job. She does not like being pulled away from her job, or anything that makes her look 'unprofessional', which means she's viewed as something of a stuck up and a prude by her peers. Chrysanthemum, Narcia's daughter, is really the only friend she can speak of, and she shares her with Gemini... and, less willingly, Roan, whom she views as a terrible influence on Chrys. Unintentionally can become gossipy when ranting about things or people she dislikes, meddling, but means well. Mostly she just needs someone to teach her how to be a kid again.
            Well, that was fun... I may do that for the next few posts. Until next time...

T.Y.G.E.R.

A Pointless Ramble

            Okay, so, so far so good. Now to keep this up. Like arranged, there is a new myNoise thing to be found here and a new one will be out and perhaps Lost Rabbit will see some continuation later today.
...Like anyone cares...
            Fuck it, it's already long since been established I'm virtually unknown and I could post any damn thing I want and wouldn't get any shit. Perhaps if I actually started using my Tumblr blog instead...
...nah...
I think the only way I'll eventually get off the ground is by consistently producing content, though my outlets are a bit less versatile than my father's writing still remains to be something I can almost always contribute.
...Jesus fuck stats are depressing.
Really, I should stop looking at them. I don't know why I bother, I mean, I know that they're gonna be pathetic. Oi vay, I should just... put it out of mind.
Did I ever mention I got a new laptop?
Well... that's a thing.
            Let's do daily blogging, I said. It will be fun I said. You literally have nothing better to do than essentially chatter to yourself through text. Whatever am I supposed to talk about everyday? I haven't thought that far. I'll work it out eventually, though... still getting back into the flow. For now though, I'm a bit scatterbrained. I'm still getting used to not having school to worry about. Seeing as I eventually have other things to do today, I'll end this here. Se you soon.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Creative Writing

            Okay, so awhile back I was assigned the task of making a children's book for Creative Writing. I still have to get it done... And I'm thoroughly stuck. Thing is, it has to have some sort of moral or lesson. And let me tell you, I can't think of crap.
            So it's about Stormy, Frizz, and Miv. That's all I've got. Well, that and two pages. A start. And now I've just sort of gone 'Fuck, what now?' And come to think of it, not all children's books have morals do they? What's the moral of Cat and the Hat? Don't let stray cats into your house ever, probably. Having wild parties when your parents are gone is okay as long as you get rid of all the evidence, maybe. Oh, and something ticked me off when they first assigned it and the teacher showed us a video on making these things in case we couldn't possibly fathom how to write for children. (It's not really rocket science, is it? People read books when they were kids they know what those are like.) 
"To make your book the most appealing to both genders..."
Okay... make it about an animal?
"...make your main character a boy."
I'm sorry, what?
That's the most backwards malarkey I've ever heard
            Okay, so speaking of stories, you remember that boredom-fueled story I mention a billion years ago? No? Well I may be posting it soon. Here's a preview:

                It stared up at me as I raised my weapon. It was deadly, its soulless eyes glistened with false tears and I… I couldn’t do it. About five of them latched onto me at once, and I could feel them sucking the life out of me almost instantly. I felt myself losing consciousness… losing myself.

*             *             *

How pathetic. They were the size of hamsters. They were pure evil! But they were dang cute. The personification of boredom itself. It just had to touch you to drain you mind and body. It doesn’t let go until there’s nothing left. When they finish, you’d have died of boredom. I had discovered them accidentally, at my sister’s school, and found them nesting in the walls upon our closer inspection. Nobody had actually died yet, but they had spread as far as into the hospital itself. I had learned to hate them with a vengeance, but still couldn’t lay a finger on them.

Looks like that finally came around to bite me. Literally.

            So this will be up on Wattpad as soon as I get this damn thing posted after three goes. I don't care anymore, I doing this thing! I'm making this happen!

T.Y.G.E.R.

On John Masque and THE STORY

            Okay, so last time I posted some art for a story I've been working on... and I didn't add a lot of explanation at the time because, to be honest, it's hard to find the words. I said I was gonna explain JM... and I will! But first, the story he, River, and my character are all from.
            The collective name for all the versions of a story I have is called just that: THE STORY. I have been working on THE STORY for a really fucking long time. Like since before I even knew it, as a little bitty tyke scrawling intelligible Lion King fanfiction of construction paper with crayon and chatting with one of ten Imaginary Friends about how awesome we were at fighting those faceless, nameless baddies as I thumbed through a booklet of shiny stickers. That leads up to the now, where it’s evolved into a tale spanning universes and worlds!

I have yet to start the actual story though.

I'm polishing and planning a lot.

           Though in all honesty, this current incarnation does have a proper title, though it may be subject to change. Free Thought incorporates my four main story-verses into it, though focuses mainly on its own. I've actually named them...

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Dreamverse-Free Thought. Includes River and Tyger. Also Darwin's included. As is my sister.

Viviaverse-Lost Rabbit. If you've read it, you've met the characters. John's also from this universe as well.

Alienverse-Mind Games, Chell Howe and the Inter-dimensional Doctors, and Relativity. I haven't said much about Mind Games, but it sort of spawned from a combination of viewing Inception fanart and a story about aliens I found somewhere... I have characters, and some plot, but haven't started it. Relativity is just something that happened at school where I went 'hmm... I wonder if I could write a sort of American spinoff of Doctor Who...' which subsequently turned into 'fuck it! I can be like the Doctor if I want!' and is kinda on hold. I'm writing it episodically, which is weird but seems to work.

FSMverse-Yeah. (That's not the title, I just don't know what to call it yet.) Way back last year I drew a bunch of little doodles of the lives of three kids: Frizz, Stormy, and Miv. Maybe it'll be a little children's book someday. THE STORY includes the grown-up versions of these guys.

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            So that mountain of text is sorta what I get up to when I'm gone. I have yet to finish anything, but sometimes gluing stuff you're losing interest in to something you are tends to motivate, I find. So that's the more difficult bit tackled... I think.

Onto the OC's!

Tyger and River Myst are what in FT are called Daydreamers. That sort of means they have superpowers... I guess. Though the powers depend on the Skill Type. Tyger is a Magician Skill Type, which is the closest to my original idea of Daydreaming, so she can create objects with her mind and temporarily alter physics and the world around her. River is a Mentalist Skill Type, which is a bit more specific. Telekinesis, mind reading through physical contact, and a tone of voice that allows for mind control. He's odd though, because when in what I refer to as Impulse Form (like how he's shown in the picture), he not only doesn't fit the normal trend but also seems to have an odd quirk of subconsciously manipulating weather. He also has authorization to use time-travel technology. Both work for an organization called Free Thought.

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John Masque, though from the same universe, is not from Vivia Drea. Nor is he an Avian, like Angel. He lives on Drea Thet, Vivia's neighboring planet, and he's what's called a Trickster. But he's a lot more human than most of his kind, and that tends to get him into a lot of trouble. He tries to keep to himself as much as he can, and rarely leaves the library where he works and lives unless he has to. He has a 'sister', Molly, and has a few very close friends he's collected over the years. Though he looks about 19-22 on the outside (or older, I guess, if he grew a beard or mustache or something...) he and his sister are actually older than Viviaverse itself (more explanation later~). Details that I couldn't convey in the pictures given are his Trickster Eye, which allows him to see behind him, through walls, or at the most pick out telltale signs that someone's afraid or lying. Each Trickster Eye has a particular shape. Molly's is a heart, and John's is a pentagon. (He normally covers his Eye with his hair.) He also has a phoenix form, and markings on his arms, hands, and his back when his wings aren't taking physical shape. Also he has sharp, pointy black teeth and nails that can turn into black talons. He has flame-y powers and some tricks up his sleeve, like you'd expect. He shares some phoenix traits like bursting into flames to heal when his body is too damaged (Trickster's are immortal except for their Eye, which can be removed to render them helpless.) and healing tears. I'll stop explaining here, but he does have a few more lesser known tics and traits.

I had a whale of a time thinking him up, can't you tell?

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            Welp, there's a huge chunk of insight into some of my stories. When I get talking about them I end up going on and on and on... I also tend to think in terms of 1, 2, 7, 3, 20, 19, 6... oooh! A butterfly! And it gets muddled. Hell, if spoilers weren't a problem I'd just dump my whole compilation of all the little notes and rules I've written down pertaining to Free Thought on Wattpad. It would save me some trouble. So, leaving this here... See ya.

T.Y.G.E.R.

TA1: Flight the Fourth

             An odd thing of note about my new tablet now. Apparently I have to have the options open to pressure sensitivity to realize it has a pen attached to it. I'll Google a solution to that later...
Paint.NET is starting to annoy me more and more...
But I'll move onto the story thing...
            "Aieeee!" Recently, I rode the Acrophobia with my father at Six Flags. I held misgivings, but it was over in a second. Up and down. And pretty much safe. This was a completely new shock. 
I hated it.
Then I wasn't falling. I hadn't gone splat, but... I opened my eyes and found myself a little less than two feet above the ground. "Oof!"
And then gravity started existing again. "Ow... What is going on?" I whined into the dirt. "FINE I'LL HELP!JUST TELL ME WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED!" I heard Dave land next to me with a startling thump. "You really can't walk three feet without incident, can you? There was a ladder."
"Sarcasm doesn't help, you know." I looked up. "I don't suppose I did that, did I?"
"That's part of what Mythosfarieantology is."
"Then why couldn't I do it before?"
"How many times have you nearly fallen to your death in your short life?"
"Good point..." I sat up and stared at the now tiny looking little house so far up. "That's a long way up."
To be continued... because I'm a bit lazy...

T.Y.G.E.R.

Tangent Adventure 1: Flight the First

            Don't you hate it when a day goes by and you realize you have done nothing productive. Well, you straightened out your disaster of a closet, and did what your parents asked. But other than that-nada. Sigh, I almost wish Dave would act up again, just to break the boredom... But no more spiders. Spiders are off limits. Especially those of the large, tarantula-like variety. I do not need that kind of stuff in my life. 
I should be careful what I wish for.
And no sooner had I said that than the giant newt himself materialized in my doorway, nearly putting me into cardiac arrest, the jerkface. Me and my big mouth. 
And here is the start of my first great (tangent) adventure!
             I don't know what was more terrifying, the sudden, intimidating sight he was, the thought of my parent's reactions to his intrusion, or the fact that from what I could read from his weird reptilian face, he seemed scared. He didn't even laugh when I tumbled off my chair with my hands pressed over my mouth to mute my startled shriek.
It must be serious.
Unfortunately I was much too ticked at him for the last two astute observations of mine to register, and I am afraid I was quite rude.
"What-the-Hades you fff-freaky fish thing!" I hissed, throwing my two pillows at him and nearly my plushie TARDIS at him before I realized that I actually cared if he tore that into teddy bear stuffing or not. "What are you doing up here? What if my parents see you? What if-" I let out another frightened shriek as he took a step closer. I backpedaled into my bed, just as something started to bang on my window really hard.
     Dave blinked hard, trying to see past the glare of my bedside lamp. "Skinnybones?" He said, though it sounded more like 'Shkinthybohnthsh.' That's what he calls me by the way. Creep. I stood very still, glaring. "What do want?"
"Pack your things. You're going on a trip." He threw me my bath robe. So I was going Arthur Dent style-y was I? Okay then, just let me get my towel... "Buzz off, muck-breath." I snapped. "You're not supposed to be here." I was pushing my luck, I could tell. I flinched as whatever it was rapped on the window again. He growled quietly. "Skins, if you knew what was at stake you'd trust me." I smirked. "What's at stake then, pond-scum." (If you think I'm being harsh, just remember we've been a thorn in each other's side for most of my life, and he was a bit like the two mummy's that used to hang out in my closet. Except he hasn't vacated the premises yet.) I thought fast. Okay, first I'll throw the bathrobe in his face...
"The entirety of Space and Time."
I burst out laughing and didn't stop until the window behind me shattered and Dave whisked out of it-carrying me with him."Daaave! Ow! You bit me! You just bi-ugh..." Did you know Amphiblagons had knock-out type venom? I didn't. I slumped over in mid-squirm, one arm in my robe sleeve, and out like a light. Not exactly how you'd picture someone going off to save Time and Space. If Dave was telling the truth and had not just finally had enough of me...
So will I save Time and Space? Will Dave tell me what's going on? Will he eat me? All questions will be answered tomorrow, same place, roughly the same time. Maybe. Stay tuned...
To be continued. This is going to be a thing I do, a little episode-story-thing as I go. I think it might be fun. You can tell me what you think. Please?

T.Y.G.E.R.

Wattpad Stuff, Ahoy!

            Rosie got her hair cut short last night because Mom discovered lice eggs or something in her hair, my aunt and uncle now have two of the most adorable puppies, and I'm going to show you a bit from that short story series I wanted to do and haven't touched in a while because I'm not sure how I like how it's going.
Here ya go!

            A blue Cinderella dress, all lace and frills hung on the door, untouched since the Halloween of age nine. The window was framed with translucent gray curtains and faded floral wallpaper. An absurd amount of teddies over-populated the bed and closet and childish etchings were pinned to the walls, gradually falling to the floor. The carpet was stained with paint and discolored due to years of continuous abuse. A sticker-covered stereo buzzed quietly at the very lowest volume that was still audible. A light-peg-design toy sported a half-finished outline of either a hippo with yellow legs or a crude depiction of a car. Propped up behind it was a cardboard sign advertising lemonade for 25 cents, a relic of a failed burst of entrepreneurship and an experiment with an old cliché that didn't apparently work. An old game of Monopoly was set up in the corner, the playing pieces replaced with bottle caps because everyone spent so much time arguing over the car that it just saved time to decide between flavors and brands. Other odds and ends scattered the ground, begging to be tripped over by the woman perched on the dusty pink bed sheets, frowning in pure boredom and scheduling the flight back to her apartment on her phone while doing the math in her head the absolute minimum time she needs to spend with her family before she has to get back to her ‘life.’ The window looked out into the snowy winter outside, and you could just hear the snow hitting the glass. The lady in the sensible brown sweater and black skirt didn't, nor did she recognize Persistence of Memory, which was her favorite song until it wasn't anymore, gradually getting louder.

I will also post Persistence of Memory to Wattpad... now.

{Ta-da!}

I post a lot of poetry to Wattpad... It's weird because I'm not a poetry sort of person. But it's quick to write and finish and doesn't stay out in the land of procrastination for eons at a time. And I finally got around to changing the cover of A Rant About Sonnets because the text on it was bugging me. I really wish the Make Your Own Cover thing Wattpad added didn't require you to scribble the title on it. All the little thumbnails my stories have are just a pretty picture. No writing. Nothing fancy. That's the way it's always been and that is the rule. My rule at least. It's a pity, because Wattpad's M.Y.O.C. thing has a lot of good pictures to choose from....

            Speaking of pictures, I pretty much changed all of my profile pictures to the little In the Margins Me drawing I did, which is more accurate than that Phoenix-y thing I had before. I might do another one to update it, since my hair's longer and my green hoodie's gotten too old and worn out to wear. In fact, I did. But last I checked the scanner was not working/plugged in/any good. So that's not going to be seen any time soon. Sigh.

So there's today's blog in all it's ramble-y unplanned-ness. See you all tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

And We're Off!

            And so daily blogging begins! I think 99% of this is going to be tangents and fiction, because I can't think of anything worth mentioning that happened during the last thirteen hours, not even during the time I was asleep. I should start keeping a dream journal again. I tried that for two days, got bored and forgot about it. Ah well.
How about a preview of the next chapter of Lost Rabbit? I kind of ended abruptly there I think. 

                Hawking’s wasn't the messenger for the domains because he was slow. Always moving, fidgeting, as tall as the Page and thin as a twig with huge brown wings and a smile that could be just as big (often wasn't, but he tried.), one wouldn't guess right off the that shorter, calmer, stoic green-eyed blonde two steps behind him was his teenaged niece. Angel had a twin, Gemini, who was in nearly every way her opposite. Emotional, short black hair, no wings.

Their mother had been from Silver Glen, after all.

The two fourteen-year-olds stared at each other. Hawkings had bustled in, made introductions and left. The grounder held up her pet. “This is Copper.” Copper made a doggy smile. “Hey.” Angel jumped. A stuffed animal? Looking at him closely she could tell he was indeed an undiscarded toy. He must’ve followed her, being unable to stop her from tumbling into the Library. You couldn't ask for a better companion for an unexpected first trip. “Hello. So you've met Ink, Page, and my uncle Hawkings… and I assume you want to get out and see the rest of the world.” I’m not a tour guide, dangit! Angel thought. She decided the empty Blue Manor would be a start. The place was possibly built for her, as Bunny had said. She couldn't just let ‘Tyger’ parade around in pajamas. Lily picked her way through the woods carefully and quickly.

As she could. Which was abysmal compared to Angel.

                “Hurry up!” Lily made a noise of helpless frustration. “I can’t help it, I don’t have wings! Or shoes! And I’m carrying a dog!” She paused. “Copper, why am I carrying you?”

“My feet hurt.” She stopped. “What?” She dropped him. “Yeeep!”

“So do mine. If anything, you should be carrying me.” She looked upward toward Angel. “How far are we?” Copper barked. “Ooh! Angel! Will you carry me?”

“No.” She snapped. “It’s not much farther; I almost can see it from here.” She placated. “Hurry now!”

Lily stumbled over a protruding root and yelped. “….Trying…!”

And that's as far as I've gotten. I've set myself up with a looong chapter that I might split into two or three or four to get them out faster. Yeah, that's definitely going to happen. And say hello to Angel and Hawkings! They were first characters Vivia Drea had, though they weren't always relatives. (Originally Hawkings was also my age, and Angel was just sort of there.) You'll meet Ange a lot. She's the youngest Advisor in a millennium and helps Rainy with work a lot, since she's been on a bit longer. This will probably be explained better as the story goes on.

            On another note, this story falls under a new category I made called Stuff I'm Really Not Focused On at the Moment (But Should Be) and might soon leave it because I looked it over and fell in love with the idea again. Since I brought it up, I'm going to explain how I organize my many, many little stories that get starved for attention or just outright crash (See every Word Doodle I've ever written ever.).

• You've got the folder full of a story that's existed since I was in kindergarten and will forever be something I only do for fun.
• You've got all the other crap that aren't my stories (My music, pictures, etc.) crammed in one.
• Scraps. Self explanatory.
• S.I.R.N.F.O.M. (B.S.B.) Also pretty self explanatory.
• And Word Doodles. Or Woodles, as I like to call them. Not one Word Doodle as ever been finished. A few have gone T.C.I.D. (Stands for This Crap Is Dead. For stories I can't even remember or determine the plot of.) Most have been deleted from my actual laptop, but live on in my nifty USB drive. One has even ended up branching out into two drastically different storylines. They are all generally ignored. So far I have 12.
• And floating around right where I can see them are the ones that are right on my brain, so I can get to them the fastest. I only allow about five in that spot at once.

This method was started because I have a My Documents icon thing right on my toolbar, and all my stuff comes up in nice alphabetized list. That same list grew HUGE and hard to look through, so I condensed it. My My Documents folder is probably the only neatly arranged thing I have in my life 24/7. It's almost funny.

That's today's post done. Until tomorrow,

T.Y.G.E.R.

Productive?

I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT WORK ON ONE STORY ALL BREAK.
            And eat and shower occasionally, as needed. Most of the time. I go to school Monday. Ew. I don't need school. I have a computer! But last Friday I was innocently drawing using ideas spawned from the Art of Alice: Madness Returns and a little of Silent Hill: Shattered Memories. (Which I had recently discovered through YouTube and decide I liked it quite a lot.) And suddenly my brain went MUST WRITE STORY. I had considered such a thought earlier, but had dismissed it for reasons of it wouldn't translate out of my brain well. (Being originally a Daydream, these things tend to end up having MASSIVE gaps in logic and flow.) It's   a twisted Vivia Drea story. And I'm not really good at horror, I don't think. It's just not happening the way everything I got done went the first day. Nevertheless, I have been a single-minded MACHINE. Well, after occasional breaks and if my flow gets broken I will have a heckuva hard time getting back into it. The main characters name is Jane Newell so far... but it shouldn't matter 'cause I'm probably not posting the story.
            So my sister revealed a shocking fact: SHE HAS KNOWN WHERE THE iPEN WAS ALL ALONG, dun, dun, dun! I feel so betrayed. After waiting, then demanding it back when she obviously wasn't using it, I did this.

I'm getting pretty good at this. Maybe I could ask for a Tablet for my birthday... probably wouldn't get it, but it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?

T.Y.G.E.R.

Two in a Matter of Days!

New 'Lost Rabbit' chapter!
            Okay. Yes it's short. Yes it took me forever. And yes, I will say more will be coming and it will most likely take longer than I say it will. Or shorter, since I'm already expecting to take awhile. Next chapter or so I'll be bringing me into it, so I might feel more involved. People, remind me: I could try scanning my drawing journal pages so I have some pictures on here again. (But that might be a bit difficult without my handy flashdrive.) And setting up polls are a pain I think I'll stop. Maybe find something new to put in that space, whatcha think? Oh god... that rhymed. Ugh. 
            I also hate Tumblr at the moment for compelling me to read ALL ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN PAGES OF SOMEONE'S BLOG. It was very interesting, but god, it took me THREE DAYS. THREE DAYS! Whoever invented Tumblr is evil and amazing. And is also responsible for a temporary shortening of my attention span while Tumbling. Oh, and yay for three-day weekends!

T.Y.G.E.R.

I'm Still Alive!

            Okay, so the reason I haven't written anything on here is A: Writer's block and B: School. I was going to write about how my first week at high school went... but... got distracted. By Ib. And Yumi Nikki. And weekend laziness. But yesterday my sister wanted to write a story with me. So I decide to break out my old-fashioned typewriter out and write something. The following really just consisted of me reading out loud what I was typing and her looting my desk drawers for stuff that was 'hers' that I 'took from her room'. Finally I wave her hands away from my messy workstation and demand she contribute. So she's just sitting there looking bored, but then she looks up. "Did you think of something?!" I said with exaggerated awe.

"I thought about eating the longest rope," Pause for effect. "In an Olympic competition!"

            Yes, that is what she said. Hmm... I just now thought of Sunny from A Series of Unfortunate Events. She did always play her character when we did the video game and our board game. On a different note: More of my story The Lost Rabbit:

                He hid behind the hotel room’s safe while the cleaning staff carried away the garbage. He didn’t fancy the idea of taking a trip to the dump. He had a different destination in mind. He followed the older people out to where the deliveries came. He hoped he wouldn’t get to dirty before he got to the established meeting place; Narcia should see him at his best.

                Narcia was the Mistress of Mirrors. The government of Vivia Drea worked as such: the Mistress of Mirrors talked to the people and the final decision was made by the Glass Jury. Both were advised by a set of four, those four being an Advisor of Swords, Pentacles, Wands, or Cups.

He was meant to be one of those Advisors.

                It was an important job, and just thinking about it made his little rabbit heart beat faster. He was going to be the Advisor of Swords, the one that was supposed to tell whether something was fair or not. It was the most important of the bunch. The member of the Glass Jury that was supposed to sponsor him when they finally decided to accept him officially was waiting with the Mistress. “Rainy Rabbit! Rainy Rabbit!” She crowed, her mousey face set in a childish grin. “You look like a storm cloud with floppy ears, coming out of the fog like that.” The ears mentioned drooped in embarrassment. He retreated back into the fog a bit. Narcia frowned reprovingly. “Ink, don’t be tactless. That is not how you make a good first impression.” Ink would have been hard-pressed to look more surprised. “But it’s his name, anyhow.” Rainy took a step forward. “She didn’t mean any harm. Don’t worry for me.”

           Yes, in my made-up world instead of the one person having the veto-power the largest group does. And the one person hears the problem first. How backwards! I wonder if that would work in real life... Also, Ink is the Page of Wand's assistant. He's in charge of this huge library and is usually working on his 'never-ending book'. He's an Advisor too. God. The dialogue sounds so awkward. Must fix!
            So much explaining! I hope I don't take weeks for the next update. So... in a word... Bye!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Boredom

Here's a little story about something that happened this summer:

             One day, a very extremely bored me was browsing the internet.

She was so bored she actually Googled 'Boredom'. It did not solve her 

problem. Suddenly, she did something amazing. Something nobody ever 

even considers doing in the history of today's internet.

            She exited out, shut down her computer, and grabbed a piece of 

paper and pencil. She drew something random, a cute little animal that 

looked positively harmless. Right away she decided it must be evil and 

deadly. It should be different shades of beige. She thought, drawing 

an arrow pointing to it. And be really agile. At the end of the arrow she 

wrote: Boredom Monster! >:( 

            She shivered in anticipation as her imagination began to formulate

exactly what a Boredom Monster was. Like boredom, it leeched all the 

energy and emotions out of you. It's insides were old bits of doll parts and 

ruin. (I had Alice: Madness Returns on the brain.) I also knew I couldn't lay

a finger on something that cute. (Which is why I made it an evil manifestation 

of my boredom. Boredom is very hard to get rid of, if it was something ugly,

I would be able to get rid of it real fast. It's the ultimate weapon! It'd be a 

shame not to take advantage of it.) 

            She drew some more, and daydreamed that she battled with the 

Boredom Monsters, lost that, was for some reason still alive due to the 

intervention of her worst enemy. (who turned out to be a totally different

person. But still her worst enemy.) Who told her that the Boredom Monsters

were her own creation. He (the worst enemy) goes off to do his own thing to

stop them, and tries to keep her away so she doesn't do any more damage.

He fails miserably at both. In the end, she has to rescue him and she saves the world.

            With the power of imagination! As you can imagine, I wasn't bored anymore after that. I was so bored right now that I figured I'd bring up this. Funny how when you pour the raw contents of your mind onto something it seems so much weirder. My dad tells me: Stupid people get bored. I say: Stupid people get bored and don't resolve it. Not to his face though... because I just thought of it now. Darn. That statement has always annoyed me, usually because he says it right after I forget myself and mention my boredom. NEVER TELL A GROWNUP THAT YOU'RE BORED! They either say something scathing, or they give you work. Work is dull. If boredom is thirst, entertainment is water, and work is saltwater. You're doing something, but it's not any less boring. *Rants about it some more inside head* Bye.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Stories

           The bit and pieces of my stories have a habit of squirming away, but right now I've started a short story. My mom and dad say that I used to have two toy rabbits. One was gray and one, called bunny, who I still have, that's brown. I lost the gray one a long, long time ago. I decided to write a story about what happened to him. It starts like this:

The Lost Rabbit

                The gray ghost of a childhood that could have been clambered out of the trash bin. He shook the scraps of shredded letters and cigarette ash out of his fur, barely stopping to mourn for his former companion. As far as she knew, there had only been one. Bunny the Rabbit. Fur as brown as chocolate milk—the only kind she’ll drink. Fur that was permeated with the scent of memories. A serious frown (for it was years to come before her mother gave him the ability to smile like did in her eyes.) and shiny black eyes that she liked to think focused and saw things. (Which he did.) She had suspicions, of course, mentioning a bizarre dream or two where there were ‘two Bunnies’. They couldn’t come back for him. (Once a toy got thrown away in an unfamiliar place he or she had to disappear, it was the law.) Not now.

           I've written a bit more after that, but I think I might branch out in another direction with this. I am going to finish this. Eventually. Oh and I've decided to name the gray one Rainy Rabbit. I might introduce Bunny later into the story too. Any suggestions would be awesome.