Halloween

This is/was my costume. I was an evil doll. Too fun.

The idiots of the world

They include me! and probably you too. You do know who Rose is? and A? (Emily the epic.)
Founders...last names... get it?
 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT NOW EMILY?! What now?

A repost

Emily Swiftfoot. Also known as The Destroyer. Also known as my conscience. For most of my life, My conscience has had a voice. A girl, scolding and chiding me to do better. Over time the voice developed and became a perfect version of myself. Red hair, flexible, athletic. Perfect comeback every time. She lived in a dark space, filled with a rich brown glow. There was a single, uncomfortable looking chair. There she sat and gave counsel. She has always been older than me, for reasons I may never know. Perhaps it is simply easier to follow instructions given by an older personnel. She lived in that dark corner of my mind, always within reach.
In elementary i usually ate alone. I had friends, but they were distant. i read my books, ate my lunch, and felt an almost overwhelming sense of loneliness. So I 'talked to Emily'. Back then her name was Alicia, or A for short. I scribbled spiky letter a's on page after page. Alicia has always been the best friend i have ever had. She doesn't exist in a physical form like you and I, but she exists true enough. She has always been there for me, through thick and thin. Through sorrow and through joy.
I have good friends. But none as good as her. So you try this. Create a perfect version of you, good looks, the works. Then give them a personality that you would love to see in one of your friends. Now you have a source of inspiration, of hope, and of solace. Keep then in your mind, and your heart, forever.

Help! (again)

so, new character that I need to decide on. Ahem. A quick profile; Ana Hawk is a general for the Eagles legion, an Argil (Earth nation) army to help defend in times of need or war. She is mostly cold-hearted, but has occasional warmth, and is not cruel. She has a hard job, and doesn't allow herself much of a break. This Loess (person from Argil.) has the power of animals. she is a distant relative of Maybelle Hawk, one of the survivors from the Great War, a fact that she boasts about often. 
I need an age and appearance.

But cupid had other plans... (That was a clue about the last post.) You know how they weren't supposed to have kids? Yeah...

The day of...rest?

So Sunday, the day of rest. Right? Not exactly...For me at least. all wondrous Sunday (well, almost all.) i was working on Endron tecnicals. in other words, I had to make 13 names. 13. Here's what I have. even if some of them are harrible. ( The letter's in front mean Girl/boy, the element is their nation, the rest is cool.) see if you catch the new geniusness i came up with.

     Founders:

G Spark Dragontongue; fire, distant relation of A

B Zing storm; Water, distant relation of Mackenzie

G Kat Hawthorn; Earth, distant relation of Rose. Made June. Main battle ender.

B Wind Blade; Air, distant relation of Sasha

B Tock Chip; Time, distant relation of Rebecca

     Survivors;

B Brio Firestrom; Fire, Flame and forges

G Kindle Dark; Fire, shadow and emotions.

G Rain Lake; Water, Storm and beauty

G Maybelle Hawk; Earth, animals and vines. Distant relation of Anna

B Nado Tor; Air, Wind

G Swing cloud; Air, Vision

B Tomas Silicon; Time, technology.

if you have any ideas for better  names, PLEASE share them with me. Nado Tor is an epic fail (Tornado. Ha.) Thanks!

Reflections

So yeah, I entered reflections. It is basically an art program. the theme this year was 'the magic in the moment' So, here is the end result, which you've already seen, but whatevs. i call it: Tumble stumble down.

  I opened my eyes, wondering why I was awake, and there he was, blocking me from seeing anything but his ghostly face.

     “Scoria!” I yelped. “Don’t do that!” he grinned and gave a soundless chuckle, pulling laughter from somewhere in my memories. He drifted down to sit on the edge of the bed, and the bed refused to acknowledge his presence, as usual.

     I glanced at the clock across the room. “One…. Scoria, what in the name of my vampire teddy bear did you wake me up for at one in the morning?!” I put as much emotion into this as I could while whispering. My almost parents were next door, and they didn’t know. They didn’t know anything.

     He patted the bed next to him with a semi-transparent hand and I swung my legs around to sit, shivering slightly from the cold. I turned to face him and wondered why on earth he had woken me so early.

     Scoria reached up a hand that was more solid than not and slid the eye patch off my face. I had fallen asleep with it on again. He looked at my damaged eye, and a hand that was once again insubstantial cupped my cheek.

     I felt him steeling himself for something before he cut the link. I wondered why he had done so, but then all thoughts were blown from my mind as he leaned forward.

     A ghostly touch glanced against my lips, like a soft wind playing across them. I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them again, and Scoria was still there, filling my vision. I saw gray lids hiding the eyes that, more than anything else, made him different. I saw the pale hair, felt the form next to me grow more solid, and felt the bed sag ever so slightly. It was then that I realized the moment for what it was.

     I did not, could not, break the kiss. I simply sat, stunned. After a few lifetimes that were really moments, Scoria drew back. The link was not made whole. He still fought to keep us separate. He turned away and sat for a moment. I couldn’t even manage a letter, let alone a word. Then he turned into a shadowy cat and slinked away, disappearing as he went.

     I sat for a few minutes more, puzzling. Surely he didn’t love me? It was improbable, impossible, yet to some extent true. I loved him too, I realized with a start, but only as a friend. He was a companion to me, a confident would always listen. That was all. But I realized for him there was something more.

     Had I imagined how his cheeks darkened slightly when he turned? Was it simply a trick of my mind? Or had, as impossible as his monochromatic form made it, he bushed? I wondered and thought until I realized how cold I was.

     I dove under the covers and desperately tried to keep warm. Still, the chill did not leave my fingers for several minutes. I slowly closed my eyes as a wild herd of questions chased themselves around and around my head. I welcomed sleep, because it would bring peace, for a few hours at least. In the morning it would all return, and I would have to face it. For now there were only the black claws of sleep to drag me down.