Wednesday, September 28, 2011

MIIIIIIR! THANK YOOOOOUUUUUUUU!

Drawn By Mir!

BEHOLD! 

THE GLORY OF ALL THINGS MAR, THANKS TO MIR!

Glasses,
Ponytails,
Wings,
Epica,
Red Converse (RED SHOES DESU!!!),
Jeans,
Melon Bread,
A Pikachu (Not to mention in a basket),
Pokemon,
Epic Smileys,
Mar buttons,
Fryingpans,
being on top of the world (it's fun up there~!),
notebooks and pencils.


THANK YOU MIIIIIIIIR!!!

This...is now my new favorite picture.

EVER.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Red Shoes Blog (kinda)

Red Shoes History



'ello again!

Remember the Red Shoes Magic fic I had? Yes, well, I'm re-writing it! Woo hoo!

So, there was a poor girl named Kasch, who was cursed with the Red Shoes, items that had insanely magical power that everyone wanted. She had a friend, Bela, a magical talking cat that kept her safe. But in Ireland, still looking for a doctor in the magical...arts?, they had a run in with vampires at a old wearhouse. Some sanctuary agents just happened to be in the area, but while fighting, I got to kill Thalia Jane Cir- ah, I mean, a vampire killed her. ...Yes.

NOW, I will be re-writing it, with a different plot line.

There will still be a Kasch with the cursed red ballet shoes, with her magical talking cat friend Bela, and yes, Thalia will die. For the THIRD TIME, thanks to a certain glitch.

Ah, but thanks to thinking about the certain 'immense magical energy' in the shoes, so...heh, the Red Shoes will have a whole DIFFERENT type of adept magic. Red Shoes Magic.

The only setback, as Thalia said, is that from the hours of Twelve to One in the morning, the wearer of the Red Shoes is forced to dance.

Now, with the magic type, it can be used with any red shoes, so the curse varies according to the history and type of the shoe. Like that man in the first Skulduggery Book, who was practically immune to fire, but was pulled apart when he was in the water. The red shoes grants the user with un-imaginable power, but it in-turn controls them with the power for one hour.

The power comes from the shoes (I said that, right?), like a necromancers ring, or, cane, or knife.

And...I think that just about sums it up.

Ah! No!

So, the red shoes are more of a..okay, they're a rare type of magic, and you can either do it immediately, or you can't. Never. Nope. It's like natural born magic. The red shoes choose you from the start. They wait until you're ready, then BAM, they're there.

Only old, extremely experienced mages can take them off, but then they pop back right at midnight.

Poof.

Ah, and the fic will be on a new blog. BECAUSE...Well, with this blog, the lettering...and the...lettering...its all screwed up. This Blog'll be for my nut-job rants and other notable things, but, right here is the writing one- http://journalsofmarchandjoan.blogspot.com/

Yep. Well, that's about it. Now, I guess I need to press that button. Y'know, the one that says Publish Post.

*Publishes Post*

Saturday, September 17, 2011

(It's really a Sci Fi rant!)

I think one of the reasons I watch Doctor Who is for the theme songs.

They alone, are BRILLIANT! But with the Doctor, they are even MORE BRILLIANT!

I mean, seriously. Fantastic...all shows need themes like that...

This brings me to another point. Torchwood. How theme songs and Torchwood are connected, I have no clue.

From watching the fourth episode (which may I note has seemed to emotionally scar me, however not as much as the Nightmare Before Christmas may scar a three year old [NOT ONE WORD THALIA!]), Torchwood is a bit more...out-right darker then Doctor Who, including one large pterodactyl that quite frankly creeps me out (But that's not really DARK...its just a pre-evolved bird. I think).

BUT...I need to keep watching it. I'm just naturally attracted to Sci Fi stuff like the Doctor, Torchwood, Aliens, weird tech, traveling through space (not to mention time), polar bears in deserts (In deserts that are the dust and remains of New York), and planets where everyones a cat and there are giant t-rex-like things called Tangs, and the destruction of the universe. Again.

But I've never really gotten around to watching stuff like stargate and startrek. I have memories of my dad watching those a lot, however. Have the random memory of random episodes...

...yeah. Oh, and If anyone wants a epica book series that's Sci Fi, read the Pendragon Series. It's about Bobby Pendragon, and how he finds out that he has to save the world (not to mention seven others, and the past and future of earth as well). He travels through space using a 'Floom', this weird...crystal...um, worm hole thing?

Yeah, and he's fighting against this evil shape-shifting demon named Saint Dane, who is bend on destroying everything, because quite frankly, he's not a nice guy.

Ah...well, I'm not sure if I ever quite got what he was aiming at. Causing Chaos? I dunno. Because, in the end he had that creepy 'perfect community', with his headquarters as the taj mahal...but then again he-

I smell pancakes?! WHAT?!

*runs away downstairs*

Oh, and did you ever realize that the magical girl color rainbow is often Pink, Blue, Green, Yellow/Orange, and Purple? It's true. And creepy, kinda.

...now that I re-read this, this is more of a rant about Sci Fi stuff...

Friday, September 16, 2011

I'm Watching Torchwood Now...

...it's freaking BRILLIANT.

Fantastic.

But I found out that my Dad watched it since when it first started. But then how come he didn't know about Doctor Who?

Weird. He usually knows that stuff... When I first asked him "What's Doctor Who?" he said he couldn't explain it...I had to ask you guys...and wikipedia, of course.

Just to repeat, Torchwood is BRILLIANT!!!

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Characters Please!

Hi! 

I am in need of some characters for a story. It's not a Skulduggery story, or a fanfic at all for that matter.

The D.A.

The Dumpling Army. A army of Dumplings. Long story. Began last year, with me as the founder. The actual D in real life is nice though. He gave us pudding at the end of the year. Yep...well, no. This is called "The Digital Army". 

The Dumpling Army will still make an appearance somewhere, and it has the main villans (D and his evil elifin army,) but the army is a digital program. 

And...it takes place at school. School! High School, really. But some Middle Schools, however. Maybe. Probably. 

So! Characters! 

I already have the main character, A girl who's a freshman in high school (aka Ninth Grade. Or...whatever you call in. Ninth Years? They don't have those at hogwarts...thats...Fifth Years). 

Her name will most likely be March, with some random last name. 

There is D, aka Doctor D. Or Just Mr D.

(Mir, Thalia, what do you guys think on that?) 

The characters for the army are not your basic teachers pet, no. They're a bit of delinquents, and have a few mental problems. But, they all have like genious talents or something like that. 

And keep in mind that I may continue this idea, and take it to publishing, so if you want to keep your other characters for other things, fine by me (But I DO need some, so if you wouldn't mind...).

The places open for characters are- 

A few teachers (Maximum 3 spaces open, and I will be making two other teachers).

Students (As of current time, no limits to spaces open)


The teachers would have less exciting roles (But there may be a teacher with a major character role), and the kids would be the ones fighting D. 

Oh, and about D- he's a evil scientist who created an army of biogenetic humans who resemble elves and have strange powers to take over the world, if only one step at a time, starting with being the Headmaster of the school. However he made the wrong choice by making an enemy out of the new girl with psychological problems, and she desinged an army to fight him using a computer program. Go figure. 


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

gLITCH

Remember Glitch? Wait, did I tell you about Glitch? Maybe some of you. Anyway, here's a quick blurb about it.

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Through a small vertical crack in the wall, you will find a hidden street. It was lost, when one day someone found it, and formed a small community there. A street, that goes on for 13 miles. A secret community. Well, that's welcoming. But if you do know of it, you aren't allowed to tell anyone outside. Leave them to find it on their own. But people rarely have the correct stability to do that and remain sane.

This place, is called Glitch. Why? That's all that it is. A Glitch. Something that was never supposed to have happened. People who are born there do not exist. The government doesn't know about them, and they hardly ever leave Glitch, save for a few brave souls. Anything that goes on there was never have supposed to have happen. Apparently, it's all a lie.

The people of Glitch formed their own small community, and they have a basic layout. Crumbling on the edges, apartments and small houses come next, then shops and stores, to the bigger businesses in the center, much like the way a city is built.

The one caution you must take in Glitch, however, is that there is a caution of traveling alone. People are disappearing. And what's replacing them, isn't what you see that often.

Or ever, for that matter.

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Yes, well, I'll probably alter the plot bit by bit if I need to, but that's the general main idea. 


Now. For the first time in Glitch history...I present to you...The prologue!

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Violet was running not for her life, but for her family's life. She ran as she clutched the single shopping bag to her chest, her clothes sticking to her body.

All she had were her little sister, Rain, and her little brother, Conrad. Rain was 8, and Conrad was 5. Violet topped both of them put together with her age of 15, but because of loosing their parents, the two younger kids had to grow up a bit faster. Truth be told, Violet didn't remember anything before one icy day in December when she had slipped and hit her head. Her past didn't feel real. Certain words would have a feeling, but lacked a meaning in them. Because of that, she was never able to fill out any paper for a job, and thus, she was forced to stealing for food.

“Stop! Thief!” A old store owner called from the front door, his face red. “Someone stop that girl!”

Violet hugged the shopping bag harder against her grubby tank top, her jeans getting muddier and wetter by the second from the rain puddles in the street. Her dirty, previously white sneakers were soaked, swamped with water. Violet shivered. She needed to get a coat.

As she pushed her way through the crowd, out of the corner of her eye, Violet saw a cop car pulling up to see what the commotion was. She pressed on running, looking forward.

Her feet skidded on the ground as she turned into the nearest alley, breathing heavily. She could hear the whistles and yells of the police. Her wrists twitched in fear of having cuffs around them. Violet pressed on running.

“No!” she shouted in frustration as the alley ended in a dead end, cursing. She should of stayed with the larger crowds of people. Turning around slightly, Violet saw one police officer with a billy club running down to her.

That couldn't happen. She couldn't get caught. Even if she were to go to jail for one or two days, or pay a fee (she didn't have any money to begin with), who would take care of Rain and Conrad? She had made a promise to Rain just earlier that day.

"Violet?" Rain had asked, walking into the dirty kitchen, where Violet was scraping together what food they had left. Rain had long curly blond hair, like Violet, however Violets' was a dark brown. They both had the same hazy light sea green eyes.

Violet had turned around, holding an empty soup can. "Yeah Rai?"

Rain shuffled her feet. "Are we...are we going to starve?"

The older girl had froze. "Where did you get that idea?"

"I overheard you last night. You were in here, and you were holding an apple and talking to yourself. You said it was the last."

Violet bit her lip.

Rain had continued. "That's...that's the same apple me and Conrad ate for breakfast today, wasn't it?"

Violet slowly nodded her head. "Yes Rain, yes that was."

"So...what are we going to do now...?" Rain asked.

In a flash, Violet had scooped up her younger sister, hugging her tightly. "Don't you worry about anything Rain. I'm going to take care of you and Conrad, okay?”

“Promise?” Rain asked.

Violet had nodded. “I promise.”

Now Violet was going to break her promise by being a reckless fool, soon the bank would take their house away because they couldn't pay the debts, and Violet got herself caught stealing food.

She pressed her back to the wall, staring the police in the eyes. Violet edged along the wall. Maybe if she distracted him, then she could slip by him and run away. Maybe. She slid along the wall, but suddenly...

There was no wall.

Violet's back hit the ground as she fell into the vertical crack at the corner, and she scooted farther into it. The farther away from the cop the better. The cop was looking around as if she had just disappeared. Standing up, Violet raised an eyebrow. She slowly started to back away, the turned, breaking into a full out sprint.

She wasn't sure how far or how long she traveled through the crack in the wall, but when she came out onto the other side, the sun was just breaking through the clouds, illuminating the new world she had just entered.

The first thing she saw, was a street sign with one word, the first letter lower case and the rest upper case.

“gLITCH”


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Yayyy! How was it? Please tell me! Comment! Right now! Pleeeeaseeee!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Alice's Adventues In Stormyland

Its raining, (with lightning and thunder), and I'm sitting in the little space under my bunk bed, where I have my bookcase, and I'm reading Alice's Adventures In Wonderland. Its a good book, so far.

But, my thoughts are now all spoken (at the moment) in a formal, british accent. Haven't that faintest clue as to why, but I have a feeling it has to do with the book.

Wouldn't it be fantastic if books could talk? The older books would have more stories then the ones printed, that's for sure.

Many story plotlines are twirling in my head, but I'm rather tired, and I don't know which story line to pick, and I'm still confused about what happened when we drove home, so I think I'll just go back to reading.

(My mom and I were driving home, and there were these two Idiots riding bikes on the wrong side of the road. Worse, it was at a intersection. My mom nearly ran one over when we turned, my mom called them Idiots, and I reconized the two as kids from our school. Lets see if Mir and Thalia can guess who, hmm? The one I reconized fully's initials are MM. Hmmm, he was in me and Mir's social studies class last year, I despise him with all my heart, he's obviously a numbskull, and he was in Ariah's pride last year as well. If you two guess it by the first day, I'll buy you guys some cookies in the lunchroom)