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| 10:51pm 26/09/2004 |
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mood:  mellow music: Digimon - Slash!!
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I have an idea for a webcomic now. I mean, the actual plot for it.
It's about a teenaged, overly angsty girl and a guitar-playing angel. But they're, like, not "angels" in the sense that most people think of angels. 'cos what fun would that be?
Oh, and this is really damn long, so you're in for it if you want to read this crap. XD
( probably a lot. lookit teh plot? )
That's actually all I have plotted, but it's at LEAST two months' worth of comics if I make them page-sized, and update twice a week. The only reason I'm deciding to make a comic is because I need to improve my art skills, of which I'm lacking. I doubt it'll be in color, unless I get a tablet instead of a scanner. Even so, I may make a b/w section and color when I have spare time, putting them in a separate section. I'm not very good at coloring yet.
How does this sound to people? Like crap? Overdone? I admit the whole "person dies unexpectedly to afterlife" concept is overdone, but she will NOT return to Earth, that much I know. I'll also try to include some real world plots, involving her family and her boyfriend, just to spice things up.
But yeah, comments are good. |
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| How long it indeed has been. |
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| 12:08am 22/09/2004 |
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mood:  cold music: Digimon - Crash de Bingo! (Theme of Miyako)
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I thought it was due time I updated this piece of shit with something worthwhile.
Too bad I wasn't able to accomplish it.
Have a Daidrabble, though, so you don't bitch too much. Inspired by one too many listenings of Goggle Boy. |
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| 07:38am 08/03/2004 |
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mood: discontent music: Rammstein - Sonne
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"That's a lie!" I cried out, covering my face with my arms, shielding myself from his jagged-edged words. "I don't want this Crest! I don't hate anyone!"
Vamdemon drew his cloak tight around his lithe form, stepping out into the starlit abyss of midnight. "Indeed," he called over his shoulder, sure I could still hear him. "You hate everyone, Deirdre. The Black Crest is fitting to one with such a dark heart."
A familiar sound, a familiar swarm of a million bats gliding off into the midnight horizon played over the stony walls, and I was again alone in the darkened cavern. Even though he had flown off, I couldn't shake off the feeling of Vamdemon's presence, seeming to linger in the crevices and shadowy patches that surrounded my makeshift bed. I closed my eyes, refusing to be frightened by such foolish paranoia. Huddling in a corner and curled up as small as possible, I made a futile attempt to keep warm. The nights in this crazy place were frigid, my breath forming a clinging fog that wafted throughout the of sight when I exhaled.
I refused to let the tears fall, though they begged to be let free. I had no place in the real world, it was true, but the unfamiliarity, the sheer emptiness of the Digital World was disquieting, to say the least. I missed the crowds and business of home, though I would never admit it to anybody but myself. And then there was Lord Vamdemon...
I didn't quite know what to make of Vamdemon. I was suprised enough that I wasn't killed immediately once I found out what - no, who - he truly was, though I suppose that once I fail him, he'll probably do away with me, probably in some display for his sick amusement. Though I couldn't truthfully say I liked him, I did find quite a few striking parallels between us, which unnerved me slightly. Even so, I don't really hate people...
"He's wrong." Talking to myself made me feel like a lunatic, but I needed convincing at the moment. "I don't hate everybody..." I trailed off, my tone one of desperation. The echoes never helped my self conversations, seeming much like hecklers at a bad stand-up show.
My voice grew stronger, brain alighting on a note that brought hope to my outlook. "I don't hate everybody, Vamdemon-sama." I called to the darkness, oddly sure that he was within earshot. "I don't. I just hate her!" Finally, my voice rang true against the cold, unforgiving walls, which seemed to have run out of negativity with which to dissuade me. Finally, I had found a truth amidst all the lies, something to cling to within this planet of fiction and stories.
"Mother could never gain my forgiveness. She abandoned me, and I hate her." I stated coldly, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
Not once did I wake that night. It was my first true rest since I had arrived in that terrible place.
It was something I would savour, as it would also be my last.
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Part of a fic I'm working on. It's Deirdre's thing, for those who know. |
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| 12:41am 04/03/2004 |
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I was typing up my plot ideas and the window crashed! Damn it all!
So I guess I'll just remember what I had and retype it here...
( Don't read if you don't wanna be spoiled, kiddies )
I have even more inspiration now, thanks to the fact I'm downloading Digimon Adventer episodes - currently, I have "Wizardmon's Gift" downloaded (and I just watched it, whee!), and "Prophecy" is almost finished. I have a few Zero-Two episodes downloading as well, but I don't hold those in as high of importance (maybe I should).
Night, all! =D |
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| 01:08pm 01/03/2004 |
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Title: A Past and Future Secret: Deirdre, Part I
Word count: 952
Universe: My twisted Digital World. <3
Character: Deirdre, a mysterious voice, and a mention or three of Miata.
Summary: I've decided to write the origins of my various Chosen kids in a very interesting way. I started with Deirdre's, and mentions of Miata's past. Zaniel's is being covered in its own trilogy, so it's pointless to include it here. Reidra will get her chance, as will Yukio. And maybe some others, who really knows?
( And who is that mysterious voice, anyway? ) |
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| 03:40am 20/02/2004 |
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mood: awake music: Rammstein - Engel
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Hey, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) stalkernobaka.
I'm stealing your characters. Two of them. One of them is obvious, though. You know, the blond one who I'm making Zaniel's godparent. But I also have to steal the weirdo crazy guy who spawned Zaniel in the first place. I mean, duh. o_O;
Why?
I'm writing a Zaniel!Ficcay.
Much <3,
Me. |
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| Again, baby |
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| 02:52am 11/02/2004 |
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mood: creative music: Boy Hits Car - I'm A Cloud
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Yeah, I changed creative journals on you. Aren't I sly. (Or not.)
Anyway, this is my new fanfic journal. My old one sucked, so...voila.
Actually, I did this today because I finally got around to musing up some good (in my mind) story ideas. I still have the ones I had, but they suck and I'll probably end up never writing them. Well, I WILL finish Digital Revolution someday. I'll probably end up finishing all the character and digimon sprites first, though. Of the ones I've done, I'm most satisfied with Kokiyama Daichi's and Narumon's (he's Daichi's digimon).
See? It's cute. (If it looks bad on the black BG, look at it on the comments page.)
Unfortunately, I don't have Daichi's (updated) version up anywhere. Tsk.
Oh! And I did restart Just Say You're Sorry, but...I lost it in the hard drive switch. Which means I have to re-restart it, which is a PAIN IN THE ASS. I can NEVER restart it the way I had it before. It was so angsty, so beautiful, so...PERFECT. The best (read: only) thing I've written in AGES. And now it's GONE.....
*bitchrantpissmoan*
Anyway, what was this post about? Well, it was mainly to announce my new fic idea, the blame for which mainly lies with stalkernobaka. Why, you ask? Go check aragornsstalker, read one of the posts with a whole crapload of fic ideas, and I'm sure you'll see the one that inspired me. Also, there was a fic I read in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) marysues that might have thrown something into my brain as well, but it was awhile ago. Ah well.
( It and others lie inside the cut )
Please don't kill me, Stalkah-chan! ;_; |
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