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The images of my soul.
14 years ago
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for a comprehensive list of all of my significant writings, WIPs, and conceptual works posted as submissions and in journals.
(journal link) The flair of my writing, displayed for thoughtful browsing
for a comprehensive list of all of my significant writings, WIPs, and conceptual works posted as submissions and in journals.(journal link) The flair of my writing, displayed for thoughtful browsing
She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.Have you ever created something that made you cry?
I have.
"Let Me Share Your Heaven" - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3458350/
"Heaven Take Me" - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6464015/
I can't draw......
......but I want my stories to be as beautiful as words could ever possibly make them.
You gotta wonder: With all these "super powerful beings" in my stories, where exactly do the "normal characters" stand? My angelic characters, whether [more so] hostile or not, aren't simply there "just because." And the "bad" ones aren't "just there to wreak havoc," no. I have taken many moments to concieve reasons behind their existance in my stories. They are as integral and driven by agendas as anyone else in my stories are, and with purpose.
If I could draw, I could show everyone these beautiful images that I see on a daily basis...Sights like "a female "broken angel" confined to a cage and being brought to a gathering of disreputable extortionists, the poor creature hyperventilating out of panic, and looking around frantically due to fear.
The sight of a semi-erotic turned all out battle between Chanda and Chartreux, oddly progressing in a sensual way that entails struggle and bloodshed...all before they become each other's lover.
The sight of a poverty-stricken, female nephil in a cloak, who is approached by a male nephil who means her no harm, yet she holds a dagger in the "stabbing position," seeming defensive, but truly too frightened to possibly take the life of another person (I came up with this imagery back when I was 17).
The sight of a once thought friend of "decent moral standards" turned sultry concubine, and one with merchandise in tow for anyone in need of "assistance..." (I imagined this scenario back when I was only going through High School, I shit you not).
The sight of a well-guarded man of high standing who witnesses the flamboyant antics of a rather "foolish nephil" and decides to exit the scene (this takes place in a place where several rich people are gathered together to commune), much like a suspicious crime lord would during a "party" where their confidentiality could be jeopardized.
The sight of an akward young nephil following a large, monsterously implying nephar around from behind her, trying to gather up some form of information for later consideration.
The sight of a young nephil speaking to a GHASTLY being who's appearance would make MOST normal people flee in terror, yet this nephil simply talks to him like he were just any other normal person on the city streets.
The sight of a beautiful "aura" of blue smoke pouring out from behind a once closed door and filling a courtyard with luminescence and wonder, just before the spectre of a human man is VIOLENTLY thrown out that same door, the deaths of he AND his unlikly audience assured when a large, cruel, taloned appendage comes out of this door and crushes him and the others without mercy, the room now darkened by a "poisonously green aura" that seems to twist and spiral and coil around whatever lone wisp of the blue aura that it can, as this being, "The Cursed Angel of Misfortune" (or just "Misfortune") conversates with the form-altering "Blessed Angel of Renewal" (or just "Renewal"), seeming to be nonchalant with his silver-tongued lulls and witful slander...just before he kisses her passionately, the sight of several souls "transfering" from him to her and from her to him, through their mouths...
(link) The Laughingstock of All Eternity
I have many, many ideas in mind for very, very beautiful drawings......But I couldn't draw a single one of them to save my soul.
I love my work. I love what I'm doing. And I care enough about it to create characters and moments that you will both love, laugh along at, and hate, filled with intense battles and tragic losses. And realizations. And darkened hearts. And resolutions. And proclamations. And betrayal. And confusion. And hellish realities. And nightmarish misery...
I am full of inspirations...
...but I can't draw a single one of them.
But the smallest exertion of hers could send a man flying; him, and possibly others as well, shattering much of the pride of many an unknowledgeable foe within mere seconds.(link) Something Massive (Unfinished)
(link) The Fetishism of My Works, Displayed For Easy Finding.
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You don't need to be able to draw, when your words paint a picture better than any artist here."
THANK YOU MAN!!!
And the funny thing is, more than a simple drawing (no offense to any artists here), I always think of my story ideas in the sense of SCREENPLAY. I imagine the sight of a TRULY monsterous, LARGE "female werebeast ("half-feral")" walking - or "stalking," rather - down a road, with her small son lying on her back, fast asleep in this scene of an early morning sun rising and shining into the window of the home of two small, human children, the little girl having just woken up to wake her little brother up so that they can run outside and see "the monster lady" who always goes hunting just after dawn comes - (link) Fresh Feed, Rotting Relations An [unfinished] story written from a narrator's perspective (in retrospect), AND the perspectives of four aquaintances of Nigel's, Katherine's little sister, Alma, her father, Nicholas, Nigel's friend, Slade, and the curator of a museum for the arts (and an "art enthusiast" anthro-wolf ), Ryan.
A lazy sunset evening where two friends conversate about a friend of theirs, the "loud-mouthed female" of the two aprhensive of him...while their young female friend is torn over the dissention caused by everyone's distrust of him - Sheryl's love of Nigel, inadvertently trampled on by Katherine, with the MOST unlikely supporter of Nigel being Akira, who talks down to Katherine for the ugliness she is showing towards someone she grew up with...and even had consensual sex with at FAR too early an age... - (link) That Isnt The Case Here Never mind their troubled slithzerikai friend who is constantly having thoughts of suicide over religious concerns (link) As We Beg Of The Skies For Their Boundless Provision (and a cold, much darker secret that I have yet to expound upon......that "a certain someone" in HIGH rank seems to already know of... - (link) Motrax, a dragon of renown).
Akira, Katherine, Nigel, and Sheryl are truly good friends, and also have more friends, keeping the love and companionship high and strong. But their lives aren't always so very "light on the heart..." (link) You Only Live Once In This Rotten World
Sometimes they "fall away" from one another... (link) He Has To
Sometimes they make amends through some rather unseemly methods... (link) Seduction and Reassurance
Sometimes they use one another... (link) Sheryls Convictions
Sometimes they "come to terms." (link) WIP of 04-06-10 (currently unnamed).
They may be "just kids," but their parents aren't exactly the most REPUTABLE people in the world either (links): Chanda | Inward Suicide
But they're not alone in the world... (link) Akira, Katherine, and Angel
They are loved "from on high," even though "those from on high" also have tears to shed... (link) Why Does He Threaten My Children
But some of the angels watching over them have their OWN tears to shed, and would rather not be bothered during their mourning... (link) Nigel and The Cursed Angel of Misfortune
Everyone is caught up in their own personal struggles... (link) And In Me Will You Know True Sin
But they all share a common enemy... (link) Take...Her...Down.I'm willing to lay money on the fact that there are people who can draw as beautifully as you write, but can't even hold a burnt wick of a candle to your writing.
To be honest, lots of the visual artists here on FA are very inspiring to me. They make such beautiful works that I can't help but behold their works in amazement, wondering what kinds of thoughts went into their inceptions. I always see them talk about "techniques" and such (and I couldn't begin to speak any volume on things like that), but when I see a beautiful picture, the next thing I want to see is a beautiful story. And in lots of cases, there ARE stories that accompany their works.
But honestly, I haven't been doing my fellow writer furs justice in not reading their works much. I don't exactly have EVERYTHING writing related downpacked, and there is always more that I could learn.
I could even learn from people who don't even WRITE stories...
...and much from those who do.
WE do what we do best, and play to our strengths. It's what makes us good at what we do. Don't stress it, bro.
I find myself at odds with being abl to see things that way, and it usually happens when I see the praise and admiration that many visual artists recieve. I'm not jealous by any stretch. But sometimes I wish that I were somehow "striking the right chords" with people to merit their commendations.
Thank you, Lion Lotus. Your words are really uplifting!
Coincidence... - I'm listening to those three tracks from that Japan region PS2 game called "Chain Dive" right now, and in a custom made playlist folder that I called "'Heck Yeah! (techno).'"
And let it be known:
>_>...
<_<...
It took the enduring of a little bit of~
"HATERAAADE!!!"...to come as far as I have in writing overall.
But yeah, if my STRONGEST quality was rooted in "originality" born solely from COMPARING SHIT TO OTHER SHIT
...Wha? "white chick" ISN'T A COLOR?!?! D= Gotta clear that up now... AHEM!
If my STRONGEST quality was rooted in so-called "originality" born solely from COMPARING SHIT TO OTHER SHIT...I'd probably have ended up as an OH SO WONDEROUS FAF moderator as well. But I'd rather pour all of my narcissism juices into an S.O.B. of a lizard dude - (link) Linda and Viper - who "gets his" in the grand scheme of things ANYWAY. (link) Dialogue Variations (It's in there ).
~Faith
But, I managed to cause the players in a DnD session to call an abomination that had previously killed them adorable, and stopped them from killing it - for the people I play with, it's pretty shocking. I managed to keep them interested in the session, and make things interesting. That's what I'm good at, and I'm glad I'm good at it - but I don't think I'm THAT good, so I want to be better at it. That's why I got to where I am in the first place, I suppose. XD
You can indeed write, there's no question about that. But I think the thought that you put towards it all, how you express it and how it shows through is what makes it all the more interesting - and that's one of the things I'm lacking, admittedly. I rarely think things through that far, and when I do, it's something small and amusingly enough, inconsequential.
But I digressed - goddamn I do that a lot. Back to my original point, I'd still like to be able to draw the images in my head, those of towns, monsters, characters, and all those things. But I can't get them onto paper, it's a skill I haven't put enough time towards to really make it work. So, I can't complain, but I know how to improve... practicing, trying new techniques... all that stuff. XD
I'll stop myself here, I think I sound a bit preachy by this point - I don't want that. X3
Good day to you. =3