Will always love youuuuuuuooohhh.
lol hi guys. It's been a while since I last posted a blog on here. Like, a lonnng while.
First off, happy 2010! :'D Only two more years until the world is supposedly supposed to end WOOHOOOO. And only one more year until I graduate. -FISTPUMP-
Not much to say, still workin' on those stories and working on a new group blog. ;D I'll get back to you all when I get it started and whatnot.
CYA~
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Friday, October 2, 2009
Recrossing - Two
OH DERP. So here's chapter two of my gay gay gay gay story. Not much to say here. Except that Hex does NOTTT belong to me. He belongs to my glorious friend, Toko. :'D
Ten years. 3650 days. Such a long time away from the house and suddenly, there it was, almost exactly the same as it was all those years ago. If anything, it looked better than it used to.
The lawn was neatly cut and there was now a small garden near the front of the house. A few parts of the house had been repainted (the parts that really needed to be repainted) and the door and a few of the windows had been replaced.
“Does someone live here?” Haruka mumbled, staring at the large house.
As if Adelaide was waiting for her mother to say those four golden words, she ran around Haruka and sprinted up the icy sidewalk leading to the house. “Momma, let’s say hi!”
“N--! Adelaide!” Instead of (somewhat) running after her daughter, Haruka sighed loudly and slowly waddled after her. “Addie, it’s late. They’re probably all asleep. And we don’t even know these people, so let’s not bother them, okay?”
Adelaide stayed facing the glossy wooden door, but laughed when Haruka spoke and responded. “This is yours and daddy’s house! I wanna see, I wanna seeee!”
Honestly, Haruka wanted to barge right in and run up to her old room, just like old times, but she knew she couldn’t. Not with people actually living there; people that she didn’t know at all. That would be awkward (and illegal) running in there.
Adelaide on the other hand…
The small girl stood on her toes and grabbed the doorknob, turning it and preparing to fling the door wide open and walk right in. Luckily, the door was locked. So, when Adelaide found that it wouldn’t budge, she flinched her fists and kicked the door. “Opeeeen!”
“Ah, h-hey!” Haruka grabbed her daughter’s wrist and pulled her away from the door. “What did I tell you? It’s late, and we don’t know these people! What if you woke them u—“
And, on cue, the front door opened, revealing a very irritated looking blonde man. He kept his arms crossed and his glare locked on Haruka. As Haruka opened her mouth to apologize then take off running, the man spoke.
“What the hell are you doing?” he hissed, taking a step closer to the two.
“Saying hello~!” Adelaide giggled, rocking on her heels.
“A-Actually,” Haruka pulled Adelaide closer to her and stared at the man, “we just h-happened to stumble by here and, w-well, I used to live here. Uhm, my husband and I, t-that is. A-And…my daughter wanted to see…uh, I’m sorry sir! We’ll be on our way!”
As Haruka turned to walk off, the man stopped her, quickly glancing back in his house. “You used to live here…?”
Haruka nodded. “Y-Yes. A while back.”
Why did he care anyway? It wasn’t like he knew her. …then again, he did look kind of familiar. Really familiar. Especially with his attitude and looks even. He acted a lot like…
“H-Hex!” Haruka gasped, staring wide-eyed at him.
Oops.
Hex just stared at Haruka, then took several steps forward. “That’s what everyone used to call me…how do you know? Who the hell are you?”
Oh crap.
“U-Uh! Like I-I said, m-my mistake!” Then, Haruka took off toward her own house, dragging Adelaide with her.
Adelaide, laughing, bounced as they walked. “He seemed really nice! Do you know him, momma?”
Nice? Right. Haruka thought.
“S-Sorta. I-It doesn’t matter though.” She sighed and slowed down a bit as they neared their house. “We’re not going back there.”
But something in the back of Haruka’s mind told her that they would be returning very, very soon whether she liked it or not.
Ten years. 3650 days. Such a long time away from the house and suddenly, there it was, almost exactly the same as it was all those years ago. If anything, it looked better than it used to.
The lawn was neatly cut and there was now a small garden near the front of the house. A few parts of the house had been repainted (the parts that really needed to be repainted) and the door and a few of the windows had been replaced.
“Does someone live here?” Haruka mumbled, staring at the large house.
As if Adelaide was waiting for her mother to say those four golden words, she ran around Haruka and sprinted up the icy sidewalk leading to the house. “Momma, let’s say hi!”
“N--! Adelaide!” Instead of (somewhat) running after her daughter, Haruka sighed loudly and slowly waddled after her. “Addie, it’s late. They’re probably all asleep. And we don’t even know these people, so let’s not bother them, okay?”
Adelaide stayed facing the glossy wooden door, but laughed when Haruka spoke and responded. “This is yours and daddy’s house! I wanna see, I wanna seeee!”
Honestly, Haruka wanted to barge right in and run up to her old room, just like old times, but she knew she couldn’t. Not with people actually living there; people that she didn’t know at all. That would be awkward (and illegal) running in there.
Adelaide on the other hand…
The small girl stood on her toes and grabbed the doorknob, turning it and preparing to fling the door wide open and walk right in. Luckily, the door was locked. So, when Adelaide found that it wouldn’t budge, she flinched her fists and kicked the door. “Opeeeen!”
“Ah, h-hey!” Haruka grabbed her daughter’s wrist and pulled her away from the door. “What did I tell you? It’s late, and we don’t know these people! What if you woke them u—“
And, on cue, the front door opened, revealing a very irritated looking blonde man. He kept his arms crossed and his glare locked on Haruka. As Haruka opened her mouth to apologize then take off running, the man spoke.
“What the hell are you doing?” he hissed, taking a step closer to the two.
“Saying hello~!” Adelaide giggled, rocking on her heels.
“A-Actually,” Haruka pulled Adelaide closer to her and stared at the man, “we just h-happened to stumble by here and, w-well, I used to live here. Uhm, my husband and I, t-that is. A-And…my daughter wanted to see…uh, I’m sorry sir! We’ll be on our way!”
As Haruka turned to walk off, the man stopped her, quickly glancing back in his house. “You used to live here…?”
Haruka nodded. “Y-Yes. A while back.”
Why did he care anyway? It wasn’t like he knew her. …then again, he did look kind of familiar. Really familiar. Especially with his attitude and looks even. He acted a lot like…
“H-Hex!” Haruka gasped, staring wide-eyed at him.
Oops.
Hex just stared at Haruka, then took several steps forward. “That’s what everyone used to call me…how do you know? Who the hell are you?”
Oh crap.
“U-Uh! Like I-I said, m-my mistake!” Then, Haruka took off toward her own house, dragging Adelaide with her.
Adelaide, laughing, bounced as they walked. “He seemed really nice! Do you know him, momma?”
Nice? Right. Haruka thought.
“S-Sorta. I-It doesn’t matter though.” She sighed and slowed down a bit as they neared their house. “We’re not going back there.”
But something in the back of Haruka’s mind told her that they would be returning very, very soon whether she liked it or not.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Recrossing - One
So since I'm gay and I decided that I wanted to post a story that actually continues on here, I picked Recrossing since it's full of gay and I wish to post something on here...like I already said. So, with that said, here's Recrossing. Enjoy~.
To think, it started on a cold, snowy winter day, and it began again on a very similar day; a very blustery, busy, and almost miserable December day.
Almost like fate.
After all, it wasn’t as though she purposely went back to that place. If anything, she wanted to avoid it. In fact, that’s exactly what she wanted to do; the longer you stay away from that place and the less you think about it, the less you’ll miss it. And that way of thinking had kept her away from that place for this long.
The house. The very place she lived at for years; the place she had made so many memories at, good and bad; the place, as odd as it seems, she was happiest at.
It didn’t matter now, though. She had her own life; her own family. The house was nothing more than old memories now.
…right?
Haruka shuffled down a snow covered street, her black hair whipping in all different directions in the winter wind. The more she pushed her hair away from her face, the more hair that ended up in her face. It was really annoying, adding on to her already horrible day, even though it was just a small, insignificant problem.
She would just have to get over it, like she got over everything.
She continued walking for a few more minutes, when she stopped, feeling a slight tug on her jacket. “Mommaaa?”
Haruka slightly jumped, but instantly recovered and looked down at the small girl that had been walking by her side. “Ah, y-yes?”
The girl tugged on her jacket again and sniffed. “I-I’m cold.”
This, the girl, was Adelaide; a small girl about four years old. She wore a pink dress with a large sweater pulled over it, which she kept tugging at with her other hand. Every so often, another cold gust of wind would cause one of her pigtails to whip around her face and, annoyed, she would shake her head to move the hair out of her face.
Adelaide sniffed again and continued to tug on her mother’s gray jacket. She repeated, “I’m cold. I wanna go home.”
Haruka sighed and grabbed her daughter’s hand. “Just wait a bit longer, okay? We’re almost home, Addie.”
Adelaide shook her head again and looked away from Haruka. “I wanna go home now. I’m cold. And hungry. A-And I wanna see daddy!” She looked back up at Haruka and stomped her pink snow boots on the ground, taking a few steps forward. “Nowww!”
Haruka gently pulled Adelaide back toward her and frowned. “Just a few more minutes and we’ll be home, I promise. J-Just wait, please.”
She let go of the small girl’s hand for a moment to rest her hand on her stomach, looking back at the street. Really, she wished she could get home faster. She was tired and her feet were absolutely killing her and arguing with her four-year-old daughter didn’t help.
Again, she would just have to li—
“Bye momma!”
What?!
Haruka turned to look at where Adelaide had been standing, only to find that she was now running down the sidewalk, away from her.
“A-Adelaide! Ugh!” Managing all of her remaining energy, Haruka half ran, half waddled after her, glancing left or right every so often. That area looked so familiar yet so foreign. She could have sworn she had been there before, but she couldn’t remember when.
It probably didn’t matter much.
Eventually, Adelaide stopped and Haruka slid to a halt in front of her, trying to catch her breath. “A-Adelaide! W-What were you t-thinking, taking off like t-that? You could h-have slipped and hurt y-yourself!”
But Adelaide just stared past Haruka, smiling. After a minute she pointed forward and said, “Look, momma! It’s the house from the pictures!”
Immediately, Haruka whipped her head in the direction Adelaide was pointing, her green eyes widening.
The house.
The very place she had been trying to avoid for years.
…the longer you stay away from that place and the less you think about it, the less you’ll miss it.
…
But it’s not that easy.
Especially if you stumble upon the very place you had been avoiding all this time.
To think, it started on a cold, snowy winter day, and it began again on a very similar day; a very blustery, busy, and almost miserable December day.
Almost like fate.
After all, it wasn’t as though she purposely went back to that place. If anything, she wanted to avoid it. In fact, that’s exactly what she wanted to do; the longer you stay away from that place and the less you think about it, the less you’ll miss it. And that way of thinking had kept her away from that place for this long.
The house. The very place she lived at for years; the place she had made so many memories at, good and bad; the place, as odd as it seems, she was happiest at.
It didn’t matter now, though. She had her own life; her own family. The house was nothing more than old memories now.
…right?
Haruka shuffled down a snow covered street, her black hair whipping in all different directions in the winter wind. The more she pushed her hair away from her face, the more hair that ended up in her face. It was really annoying, adding on to her already horrible day, even though it was just a small, insignificant problem.
She would just have to get over it, like she got over everything.
She continued walking for a few more minutes, when she stopped, feeling a slight tug on her jacket. “Mommaaa?”
Haruka slightly jumped, but instantly recovered and looked down at the small girl that had been walking by her side. “Ah, y-yes?”
The girl tugged on her jacket again and sniffed. “I-I’m cold.”
This, the girl, was Adelaide; a small girl about four years old. She wore a pink dress with a large sweater pulled over it, which she kept tugging at with her other hand. Every so often, another cold gust of wind would cause one of her pigtails to whip around her face and, annoyed, she would shake her head to move the hair out of her face.
Adelaide sniffed again and continued to tug on her mother’s gray jacket. She repeated, “I’m cold. I wanna go home.”
Haruka sighed and grabbed her daughter’s hand. “Just wait a bit longer, okay? We’re almost home, Addie.”
Adelaide shook her head again and looked away from Haruka. “I wanna go home now. I’m cold. And hungry. A-And I wanna see daddy!” She looked back up at Haruka and stomped her pink snow boots on the ground, taking a few steps forward. “Nowww!”
Haruka gently pulled Adelaide back toward her and frowned. “Just a few more minutes and we’ll be home, I promise. J-Just wait, please.”
She let go of the small girl’s hand for a moment to rest her hand on her stomach, looking back at the street. Really, she wished she could get home faster. She was tired and her feet were absolutely killing her and arguing with her four-year-old daughter didn’t help.
Again, she would just have to li—
“Bye momma!”
What?!
Haruka turned to look at where Adelaide had been standing, only to find that she was now running down the sidewalk, away from her.
“A-Adelaide! Ugh!” Managing all of her remaining energy, Haruka half ran, half waddled after her, glancing left or right every so often. That area looked so familiar yet so foreign. She could have sworn she had been there before, but she couldn’t remember when.
It probably didn’t matter much.
Eventually, Adelaide stopped and Haruka slid to a halt in front of her, trying to catch her breath. “A-Adelaide! W-What were you t-thinking, taking off like t-that? You could h-have slipped and hurt y-yourself!”
But Adelaide just stared past Haruka, smiling. After a minute she pointed forward and said, “Look, momma! It’s the house from the pictures!”
Immediately, Haruka whipped her head in the direction Adelaide was pointing, her green eyes widening.
The house.
The very place she had been trying to avoid for years.
…the longer you stay away from that place and the less you think about it, the less you’ll miss it.
…
But it’s not that easy.
Especially if you stumble upon the very place you had been avoiding all this time.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
o geezus
That picture. It describes my reaction today perfectly.
My reaction to my old stories. Except it was more like "DB OHMYGAD." In the library. While I was working there. -great library aide- Not only were they horribly written, but GOD I wrote about some weird crap. Plus, I had some "beta" versions of stories I'm working on now, such as Broken7.
I'll give you a few examples.
Broken 7 - I believe most of my watcher...people whatever you call them on here know what Broken7, or B7, is. If not, I'll describe it in a nutshell. It's basically a story based on an rp I'm in (that I love love LOVE) called OCRP (Original Character Roleplay.) It's the characters seven years in the future, and how they have changed. TODAY I found B7 Beta. When I first read it, I thought "OH this is pretty good!" And then, not even a page in, my OC, Haruka, kills herself.
Cue the DB face. Seriously? NOT EVEN A PAGE INNN. -sob- Hnnngh. Though the original idea for this could have, I think, worked out. Rather than starting with Haruka seeing the house after seven years, it starts with her death and then goes to the past, which has a scene that relates with that. And so on and so forth.
Battle Royale - This is actually generally new. Still a "beta" version. This wasn't as horrific as B7 (good god.) This started with the winner, well, winning. It starts with Rorrim, who was originally supposed to win (SORRY not any more |D) finishing off Shilo (who was the runner-up originally.) But the way I wrote it was so "WUT" that I couldn't understand who was who and what the hell was happening.
Me.Lo.Di - First mush story. Must I say any more?
Yeeup. All pretty gay. :I I guess it's where my gay originated.
TL;DR: there is honestly something wrong with what I write. :I
Sunday, August 30, 2009
&&Opener - Recognition
So here's just a little blip from something I might be working on. Actually, it's more like an experimentation. I don't know if I'll actually continue this, but hell, I miss writing in first person and this is a great chance to do that again. Before you begin reading, this is actually from the story; OCRP Behind the Scenes because hi I'm gay. :I
If I got a dollar for every damn time I heard someone coo over my stupid character, I'd be frickin' rich. Well...richer. What makes it worse is while everyone obsesses over this little rat and her rodent friends, no one realizes that that's even me.
What the fuck, right?
I shit you not, I could walk down some random ass street in this disgusting city we call Hollywood and no one, and I mean no one would even recognize me. And if I dared to tell fans who I really was?
"Holy crap, really? You act nothing like her!"
Yeah, nice observation, shithead. Took a fuckin' genius to figure that out.
Though, I will admit, there are two similarities between me and my character, though very slight.
One, the fact that we truly only care about one person.
And two?
No one even gives a shit.
The Queen of Gay has migrated
Yes. I have migrated.
Sort of. HI this isn't my first ever Blogger but it's my first I'm actually gonna use. 'A ' Hopefully. I PROBABLY WILL just cause. Uh. Blogs look fun to mess with. ;u ;
And no art.
Because art + me = no.
HOWEVER writing gay stuff + me = definite YES.
SO HI. |D
Sort of. HI this isn't my first ever Blogger but it's my first I'm actually gonna use. 'A ' Hopefully. I PROBABLY WILL just cause. Uh. Blogs look fun to mess with. ;u ;
And no art.
Because art + me = no.
HOWEVER writing gay stuff + me = definite YES.
SO HI. |D
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