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Original post @ crossyndrome
Challenge: Honey-Nut (#10 “The busy have no time for tears”) & Milk Chocolate (#15 “Indifference”)
Story: Lands of Valor (temporary title)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,441
Summary: Elsa’s feelings never change as she comes and goes from her family’s home. They were such little influence in her life as she grew up, that her embraces amounted to nothing and her smiles to her them always feigned. A tearful goodbye to them remained just another day for Elsa.

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A/N: WHOOOOOOA. I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN. 

Elsa was a little shit when she was a kid, like, the kind of “little shit” most people hate, including myself. She’s also the youngest child, so she got some… privileges that her brother didn’t. So, she comes off as whiny and spoiled sometimes. But, she’s a good kid.

She kind of straightens out when she’s older, but then she just gets argumentative when people’s beliefs/thoughts/opinions clash with her own. She has redeeming qualities, though. No doubt. 

The Gilhespy Plain Ox is heavily influenced by the Musk Ox. In fact, Bobo looks exactly like a typical Musk Ox. I think from the ground to their withers (or whatever that big bone is called), they’re about 6’5-6’8 and some get even bigger, so they’re MASSIVE animals.

At the same time, they’re super benevolent and very calm animals. They get spooked, but it takes something to really get them riled up. Running is difficult for them not only because of their weight and height, but because their hair (even in the summer) is so thick. So, they come off as lackadaisical more often than not.

If you’re looking for speed, they’re not right for you. But they are incredibly reliable pack animals that can carry huge wagons (in this case, what the Tutor has is pretty small) and additionally they can walk for days without rest. Although, they do require long periods of time to graze and drink, otherwise they won’t be able to continue.

They can become very attached to humans who own them, so they’re faithful and don’t often stray when they’re left somewhere. In that same vein, chances are, if you leave a Gilhespy Ox somewhere, it’s not going to move at all. They’re the kind of grazing animal that will focus purely on one spot until ALL of the grass/herbs/roots/weeds are gone, leaving chunks of dirt and just really ugly bald patches.

So, a lot of farmers who live near where Gilhespy Plain Ox’s are native find them a nuisance since they’ll break in all nonchalant-like and eat everything until, literally, there is nothing left.

They can easily outlive humans by at least 150 years; so some can get up to be able 250 and not really show their old age until they’re around 230 or so. The bad thing is, there’s really not a lot of ways to distinguish age. Where IRL you can tell by teeth, this isn’t the case with Gilhespy Oxes, you kind of just have to take a leap of faith.

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A/N: So, yeah. This isn’t very good and I didn’t edit it— but I have some writing to do before Christmas has come and gone, so I needed to write something. This is based off of an original RI story that I’m currently working on.

I’m not going to reveal anything about this story, but I will pass along some general information. The entity is trapped in a mirror and grants people their greatest wishes, desires and fantasies. The more information an individual feeds to the entity, the more elaborate and realistic it can create things until it reaches the point where its made an entire world for the person. While seemingly harmless, the entity isn’t one to trifle with and once you’re in your world, you’re fair game to whatever it may do.

Now for this thing. This is sort of me just writing something based on scenario that doesn’t follow any of the three endings that I have planned for the actual story. Realistically, “the woman” shouldn’t be alive. The entity threw her in the abyss and she shouldn’t exist. But, I’m kind of godmodding one of my own characters in my own world. This is an extreme case of “what if…”. And yeah. Likelihood of this actually happening is nil. 

There are five predominant characters in this series thus far: “Wish granter”, the woman, the siblings (fraternal twins), and then “the prince”. I’m basically making a massive series that tells a story of each of these people entering the “fabricated world”.

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So, I’ve got some ideas I need to get down. Feel free to leave your opinion and whatnot. I always take them into consideration.

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A/N: Here you are, Jayme! I hope you like it. I managed to make it kinda touching and kinda funny, I think? Here’s one present among many I should make you as testament to our BFFery. We’ve been besties for almost six years now, haven’t we? Definitely one of my longest friendships to date.

MAY WE HAVE COUNTLESS MORE YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP AND DESTROYED HOMES!

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skewed-syndrome:

A/N: Totes done. Done my writing for the weekend, methinks. I actually like how this came out and I know where else I’m going to be going with this story. I actually think it’s quite clever.

I actually haven’t decided what illness this girl has, but I imagine I’m going to be going with the idea that she ages and just becomes more and more obsessed with the mirror in her bedroom. I really don’t know where I get these ideas.

Well, actually. This was sort of inspired by Le Portrait de Petite Cosette, IB, and The Witch’s House. Though, it probably resembles the former more than the other two. -shrugs-

Any thoughts?

Not edited, btw. Too lazy for that shit right now.

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Reblogging because I’m thinking up putting it up elsewhere and I’m too lazy to go through the process of getting it. And, shameless self-advertisement… kinda.

A/N: Totes done. Done my writing for the weekend, methinks. I actually like how this came out and I know where else I’m going to be going with this story. I actually think it’s quite clever.

I actually haven’t decided what illness this girl has, but I imagine I’m going to be going with the idea that she ages and just becomes more and more obsessed with the mirror in her bedroom. I really don’t know where I get these ideas.

Well, actually. This was sort of inspired by Le Portrait de Petite Cosette. :C

Any thoughts?

Not edited, btw. Too lazy for that shit right now.

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skewed-syndrome:

A/N: For some reason, anytime I write children, I make them creepy as hell or seem to insinuate that they’re fucking batshit. I can’t say for sure if that’s the case with this little girl whom I’m wanting to call “Lillian”. 

“The figure” is up to the imagination. I have my own ideas of what and who it is, but eeeeeh. People who saw my story ideas thing earlier will have a hint what’s going on.

First original thing I’ve written in months, WHOO.

P.S. I keep envisioning Mary from IB in this and it sort of makes me made even though I love Mary. Fuck.

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A/N: For some reason, anytime I write children, I make them creepy as hell or seem to insinuate that they’re fucking batshit. I can’t say for sure if that’s the case with this little girl whom I’m wanting to call “Lillian”. 

“The figure” is up to the imagination. I have my own ideas of what and who it is, but eeeeeh. People who saw my story ideas thing earlier will have a hint what’s going on.

First original thing I’ve written in months, WHOO.

P.S. I keep envisioning Mary from IB in this and it sort of makes me made even though I love Mary. Fuck.

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Holic was an entity of indifference.

He never felt much, said much, and did much.

He never felt particularly happy, unhappy, or lonesome.

Much of his existence consisted of simply existing.

He never aspired, yet he didn’t accept purposelessness.

He never pondered the larger things, yet wasn’t content with a narrow tunnel.

Holic was an entity of indifference.

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LOLOLOLOLOL.

I don’t know. This isn’t supposed to make sense. I’m trying to put Holic’s character into words, but it’s fucking IMPOSSIBLE. I won’t say he’s complex, but… he’s definitely difficult to explain and idk.

I hate him sometimes.

Last night, I was trying to “think” of something so I could fall asleep, and somehow or another, this popped up in my head and it kept me awake most of the night because I honestly sort of scared myself with it. Didn’t help that I kept hearing noises in the house, like someone was was wearing boots and walking around—and it was storming outside.

So… yeah.

Anyway. For whatever reason, the creatures for this idea are called the “Soulless”. It’s the first thing that popped into my head and it won’t go away. What seems to be the premise of the idea is that during the day, humans roams around all leisurely like they usually do. All of that happy shit. But during the night, something happens when they falls asleep. It’s not astral projection, because then it would be a blatant rip-off of the movie Insidious, which this isn’t the case.

But somehow, when a person sleeps, their soul becomes detached from their bodies and, I guess, it just sort of wanders. I never figured out what happens, exactly. With the souls of these people gone, something else happens and the people enter a state that can almost be described as being “zombified”.

I can’t say if the people are actually dead or what. They’re basically just shells wandering around. Their minds still work. Bodily functions are a-okay (minus the fact that these people would technically be in deep REM sleep). They walk around mindlessly, lethargically and just sort of drag themselves from place-to-place, obviously without a goal in mind.

If a person is awake and sort of just meandering the streets during the night while the Soulless are out, I’d say something really bad would happen to them, but I don’t know what. It’d be stupid for them to go into zombie-mode and eat the people. But, goddamn. I don’t know. They do something horrible and it’s fucking terrifying; whatever it is.

I suppose it’s a pretty common occurrence, though. Considering people are strongly discouraged from venturing outside and there’s even curfew to dissuade anyone from trying. Naturally, that doesn’t always work. 

And yeah. I thought it was an interesting concept, but I don’t know what to do with it right now. :U

I had the creepiest motherfuckin’ dream earlier, good fucking god. It’s like, I thought my nightmares with “Seth” in them were creepy, it doesn’t top this one. It’s more gore than anything else tho’. Maybe I should stop eating before bed…

All I can really remember that makes any sort of sense is that a group of four or five teenagers/young adults (including a colorful cast of minor characters) wound up finding these old, yellow pieces of paper with eerie messages on them. Basically, the people who wrote the notes were horrifically murdered afterwards by people they either knew or somewhat acquainted with. It’s the job of these four or five other people to find out who murdered them. And after they do, a flashback takes over where they’re, like, actually present and it shows the other person being murdered.

I remember one with this girl being murdered. And after this faceless character found the murderer and was going to bring them to justice, they were killed and then there was brief flashback. After it was over, a girl’s decapitated head was inside a cage of some sort, twisted in pain.

I think I was in this, too and I was helping solve one of the murders that was taking forever. And some hot guy who looked a lot like RDJ was in it. I didn’t have a  problem with it in my dream and I sure as hell don’t now. :U

But yeah.

Freaky-ass dream.

I’ve had this OC design in my head for a while. 

At first he was supposed to be a freakishly powerful sorcerer with a soft-spot for animals, enjoys meditating and drinking the best tea.

Then, I started getting the idea of making him an ancient healer that retained his youth by creating an elixir of life that doesn’t grant immortality, but rather can just extend a person’s lifespan by, say, 100 years and allows them to stay young. Unfortunately, it would one of those elixirs that has some nasty side-effects and will need to be used rather frequently.

I just got the idea that he was some sort of alchemist-healer.

And last night, I thought of him as a powerful deity that spends his days researching different alchemic related things and strives to understand humans. He has an odd perspective of humanity.

For some reason, I can imagine him wearing something that’s a cross between the Korean hakch’angui and the Japanese montsuki hakama, except the sleeves would be far longer than either of them. 

He has white hair that falls mid-back with long bangs that are sort of clipped to the side. I originally imagined him wearing this extremely ordinate hair decorations, but sort of “meh’d” at it after a while. 

I can only seem to see him with either incredibly pale skin, probably from albinism or tanned skin. Haven’t decided on an eye color; it’s been jumping between purple, very light blue, red or amber. 

A very placid man who’s not roused into much of any emotion that often. He’s always existed for himself and only loved himself. He somewhat resents and pities humanity while also loving it at the same time. He’s a hypocrite in many ways, always contradicting himself and often times being indecisive. Despite this, he’s incredibly intelligent and wise, but can be intolerant and inflexible. 

He can be kind and is usually seen with a smile, or at the very least he never appears bothered or upset. I guess the best way to describe him is he phrases things in such a way that it almost makes it seem as though he’s asking questions—rather than making a statement or just saying something.

UH.

He likes listening to stories, taking frequent breaks. Not the most compassionate or sympathetic guy out there, but he’ll keep you company nonetheless.

skewed-syndrome:

And a bit of backstory and stuff for Gilbert in this RP. One thing that needs to be noted right off is that this is a much more “generic” version of Gilbert and NOT the one I typically RP.

If my Gilbert were the one in this RP, then hell and chaos would be unleashed, for sure. 

Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia in APH):
Age: 25
Hair: white
Eyes: red 
Height: 5’10-‘11
Bending type: fire
Bending style: honestly, whatever works
Martial art: mostly northern shaolin
Family: Ludwig (MIA)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand. Until Andre and I discuss more, I can’t really write anymore about Gil here. Gotta consider what she wants in Lud’s background.