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Posted 5 months agoIt's been a while since I updated here. Although not many people see these, I still think it's important to give updates on how this little page is going. My Strangest Encounters story is a one-off. I tried to make something that would appeal to a certain crowd, as well as my own attempt to convey specific feelings, but I think the problem is I still tried to be too constrained. My interest in writing comes from cartoonish, outlandish, silly funny things but with a serious undertone. I've tried many times to get these feelings across, but it doesn't satisfy me. Writing in general has not been very enriching for me. It's still something I'm interested in, since I feel like I have stories to tell and am continuously adding ideas to the mythos that Cecilia exists in. But I have recently picked drawing back up, and it has been great. Drawing conveys my ideas in a more immediate and accessible format that I love improving on.
So that leads me to the current state of all my projects. Advent and Peromi Quest 4 are both things I've put to the side for now. The latter is something I've had the idea of reworking all together. I've had many ideas on what exactly I want out of Cecilia that can appeal to me. I would never let her go, but her overall concept has become a bit bland. I've had many ideas for changes, but I've also thought that she's fine the way she is. Making a "permanent change" seems pointless when I can depict her however I want whenever I want. When I think about tackling these changes in writing, I also get stressed at how much work it would be for me, and that I couldn't really do it without uprooting everything I have already. Basically, I've decided that Cecilia shouldn't be tied to some huge overarching narrative with a reason behind everything. I would rather just have her exist as the happy little mouse she is. The same goes for the rest of the characters I have written bios for. That being said, I still don't want to drop everything I've built in the background, in both the published stories and the stuff I have planned out. It's hard deciding, and practicing drawing has kept me from having to make a decision. I've had great ambitions of making these huge stories where everything ties together. It's a nice thought, but a bit beyond my skill level, along with becoming less and less of what I really want out of my art.
It's a tricky situation. Nothing is really off the table, but nothing is really on it either. I can at least try to finish what I've started, and I know I will eventually, but for now I'm still soul searching in what appeals to me the most.
So that leads me to the current state of all my projects. Advent and Peromi Quest 4 are both things I've put to the side for now. The latter is something I've had the idea of reworking all together. I've had many ideas on what exactly I want out of Cecilia that can appeal to me. I would never let her go, but her overall concept has become a bit bland. I've had many ideas for changes, but I've also thought that she's fine the way she is. Making a "permanent change" seems pointless when I can depict her however I want whenever I want. When I think about tackling these changes in writing, I also get stressed at how much work it would be for me, and that I couldn't really do it without uprooting everything I have already. Basically, I've decided that Cecilia shouldn't be tied to some huge overarching narrative with a reason behind everything. I would rather just have her exist as the happy little mouse she is. The same goes for the rest of the characters I have written bios for. That being said, I still don't want to drop everything I've built in the background, in both the published stories and the stuff I have planned out. It's hard deciding, and practicing drawing has kept me from having to make a decision. I've had great ambitions of making these huge stories where everything ties together. It's a nice thought, but a bit beyond my skill level, along with becoming less and less of what I really want out of my art.
It's a tricky situation. Nothing is really off the table, but nothing is really on it either. I can at least try to finish what I've started, and I know I will eventually, but for now I'm still soul searching in what appeals to me the most.
Peromi Quest Minisode: Day Out
Posted a year agoThe three stepped into the mall. The cool conditioned air blew through their fur. Cecilia and Denice took off their sunglasses. The tall raccoon placed her white shades in the case and slid it into her purse. Cecilia placed hers in her small handheld pouch. The third member, a bulky pink otter traced her blue eyes all over the setting. A speckled linoleum floor very wide and long, with the signs of department stores along the walls and the floor dotted with smaller mobile vendors.
“It’s blistering out there” sighed Denice.
“I need a refresher, why are we here again?” Asked Ripple
“So we can get you some more outfits!” Cecilia chimed in
“And some things for ourselves. Cecilia you’re in desperate need of a new bag and I need to get more designer shades. These are flimsy, everything’s still too bright.”
“I don’t see why I can’t just wear what makes me comfortable. Even this feels too bulky.” Ripple gestured to her current outfit. A deep green tank top with only one shoulder strap and a skirt the same color with golden trim.
“I think that looks great on you!” Cecilia shouted. Denice agreed with a nod. “Sure there’s no law against going wild, but fashion gives you so many options. And no one likes people gawking at them.”
Interrupting their conversation came the blare of a train whistle with the subpar sound quality of a speaker. Cecilia smiled at the site as a small train on wheels carted mall patrons across the vast shopping center. “Let’s get going already! To Volia!”
The mouse walked briskly and her friends followed. Volia was the name of the most popular department venue, known for selling designer clothes for all shapes and sizes. They went in and began browsing. There were outfits in many sizes, color and shapes. Short tail sleeves were in fashion as opposed to having just an opening, all the mannequin displays showing off cotton pants with the feature on the back. It was intriguing, but Cecilia preferred tails sleeveless. She was eyeing a pair of silk pants, pinching the soft fabric of the waist between her digits and pressing it against her pelvis for an easy comparison.
“Very nice, but hardly seasonal. You sure you don’t want an outfit like mine?” Said Denice, gesturing to her blue capris and short red top that kept her grey midriff on display.
“I think I could, but I don’t see anything that speaks to me.”
“Not even this?” Denice then thrust an outfit into the mouse’s arms. It was a short yellow top like hers only sleeveless, and with a green heart in the center of the chest. The bottom was a short frilled skirt. “Wow, this one is perfect for summer. What do you think, Ripple?” The pink otter padded over to the group carrying some bags. “I haven’t found anything worth wearing myself, but these bags would be great for gathering ingredients.” She showed them off to the mouse and raccoon, large purses in dull colored leather. A blue bag, a yellow sling bag and a green fanny pack. Cecilia reached for the sling bag. “Oh this is neat! Very cute.” Said the mouse
“Super cute, but I think it’s a bit small.” Added Denice
“Not to me. Hey Ripple, you should try this.” Cecilia passed the silk pants to the otter. She felt the fabric in her paws and her eyes went wide. “Oh my surf, this is so soft! Where’d you find it?” Cecilia gestured to the display of silk clothing. Ripple browsed through it with glee. She found shirts, pants and shorts all made of same soft material. She made a pile of them in her arms “I think I will try these!” She said and went to the fitting room. Denice beckoned Cecilia with a single finger to have her follow. They all went to the fitting rooms together.
Cecilia put on her yellow dress. She looked over how it hugged her frame in the mirror. She traced the purple line on her exposed midriff, then touched the green heart on her chest. She was very happy with the look. Cecilia stepped out of the room to show the others.
“Darling you look gorgeous.” Said Denice, now in a white dress cut short to the knees. “It’s nice to see that beautiful pattern you’ve got going, but what’s this I see?” The raccoon leaned down to poke below Cecilia’s navel, there was a pocket of soft flab that distended the mouse’s belly a noticeable, but small amount. The mouse’s ears turned bright red. Denice saw this and smirked. “Oh don’t fret, I know a routine that can get that off in a half-hour. No pressure though, I think it’s cute.”
Next came out Ripple dressed in a grey sleeveless silk shirt with long silk pants of the same color. The light material was loose on her and the fabric glistened with every movement. The otter’s two friends swarmed her with praise and compliments.
“That looks great!” Exclaimed Cecilia
“You are fantastic fit for that look dear. The outfit shines as much as you.”
The pink otter twirled to the applause of her friends. “You really like this look? I’m glad it’s not as bulky as other clothes I’ve tried”
“Functional and fashionable. I think it looks super nice.”
“I agree with Cecilia. Those colors really make you pop.”
Ripple was smiling ear to ear, “thank you two…” Denice took a step back into the changing room. Cecilia stole one more hug from her otter friend and they both changed back into the clothes they came with. Once all their picks were in a bag with a receipt Denice chimed in. “If we’re done shopping for outerwear, I’d like to stop by for innerwear.”
“Do you think they have any made of silk?” Asked Ripple
“I’m sure they do, but silk is kinda one-note and not the most comfortable thing to wear down there.” She paused and turned to her short friend. “Well Cecilia, I think we know where we’re headed next. Are you gonna join us?”
“Sure, I’ll browse, but I don’t think I really need anything.”
“Good enough for me.”
They made a brisk walk to the lingerie boutique. It was a flowery place, dimly lit with yellow walls and drawers full of intimate clothing items for sale. Ripple grazed her paw over the selection for garments with that same amazing smooth texture. She found lavender silk panties and lowered them to her waist. The pair turned out to be far too small for her hips. Everyone was picking out something for themselves. Even Cecilia was holding some yellow lace garments. Then someone else entered the small store. A large female meerkat in an outfit similar to Denice’s. A short green and blue plaid shirt and blue Jean shorts. “I thought I smelled someone familiar. I this bargain franchise store is perfect for someone like you Denice. Or are you still picking out things to snatch and run away with.”
The raccoon narrowed her yellow eyes to a glare. “Not at all, Brittany. I don’t need to spend a fortune to look good unlike you.”
“Of course, you’d rather not spend anything at all. I think I can see where you cut the theft tags off your outfit.”
The meerkat took a look around at the otter and mouse. “Is this the crowd you’re hanging out with now? A burly otter and a schoolgirl mouse?”
Denice huffed and placed her selection of clothes on the display table. “I’ve heard enough, I’m not going to let you talk to my friends like that. Let’s get out of here.” Denice rushed out of the boutique and her friends followed. When they were far enough away Cecilia addressed her friend. “Who was that? Why were they so mean?”
Denice shook her head with disappointment. “Someone that used to be a friend back before I met you. We got into the the same kind of trouble together, none of us had much and we needed each other to survive. But then Brittany found herself a wealthy business owner to marry and she left me behind without so much of a goodbye. She’s been rubbing it in my face ever since. She’s not worth talking about, so let’s find somewhere else to be. I’m ready to stop by the food court.”
They all stopped by a creamery and took their milkshakes to a round table. Ripple stirred her drink with the straw before taking a sip. “Why did she call me a school girl? Do I really look like that young?” Cecilia said.
“Of course not Cecilia, you know I don’t see you that way.” Denice replied.
“If you give me 45 minutes outside I bet I could put something together to make that Brittany really young.” Ripple said with a wink
“Don’t bother, girls. She’s not worth it. She’s so shallow she’ll never have what we do.”
“But I hope she learns to be better, to be happy and have friends.”
“That’s very sweet of you Cecilia, I guess deep down I want that too. But it hurts to know that even after being together, she probably never considered me a friend.”
A hefty fennec with cream and yellow fur stepped past. She was wearing a big purple dress that covered most of her fur, but her tail was left swishing around. It had a unique pattern of a white base and yellow cream-colored spots near the tip that looked like fizzy bubbles. If one stared long enough they could swear the bubbles were moving. Rising from the bottom to the top like in a glass of soda. Cecilia’s ears perked up and she stared at the fennec drinking a large cup of soda. She stared even longer and then her eyes went wide. “Abby?!” She shouted from the table. The fennec turned around and her ears of the same bubbling pattern turned red. She lowered her muzzle and walked faster. “Wait!” Cecilia kept from her chair and dashed over to the fennec with her other friends becoming onlookers from the table.
“Abby, it’s me Cecilia! I haven’t seen you in so long. What’s going on? What happened with you and the magazine?” You used to be smaller.”
“Oh that darned magazine, I don’t know how you can work for them still. THEY did this to me.”
Cecilia looked up and down her portly friend. “They did this? How?”
“Your adventuring articles are so darn popular. Since you’re on break they thought it’d be a good idea to send me on an expedition like yours. They said they wanted me to do a survival article on the tundra and sent me to a remote spot. Well they didn’t say ANYTHING about the crazy geysers of soda over there or the fizzy cola rivers, or the aluminum huts or even the wacky wolverine shamans that worship sugar and carbonation.”
Cecilia nodded with concern in her eyes. “And then what? Why do you look different?”
Abby rolled up her sleeves, it was true, on her thick arms of white fur were animated bubbles of a yellowish cream color. They flowed from her shoulder to her claw tips, bubbling like soda. “Something happened to me over there before I got the chance to high tail it. It’s hard to explain, but somehow my body got FUSED with cream soda. I can taste it on my tongue, because it runs THROUGH MY BLASTED VEINS. Plain water doesn’t hydrate me anymore, I need sugary soda or my blood pressure goes down and I lose energy. Eating food doesn’t do anything for me anymore either, not that I can taste very well. I can only have sugar. And you would think ‘oh! Well I guess my body is putting all that sugar to good use if I can’t digest anything else right?’ NO! I’M STILL GETTING FAT!”
Cecilia embraced her friend in a hug. With her nose close to her fur the mouse could smell the cream soda fragrance Abby was naturally giving off.
“I’m so sorry this is happening to you. It’s my fault you’re like this. If I hadn’t been such a big hit for the Neapolitan they would’ve never done that to you.”
“No Cecilia, I don’t blame you at all. You’d never hurt me even if you had to. It’s all them. If they weren’t so greedy they’d let me do my articles the way I always have.”
“Have you been to the doctor? Have you talked to a lawyer? There’s got to be something you can do.”
“Doctor gave me a basic idea of how my body works before he wanted to parade me around the hospital. I had to get out of there. And a lawyer can’t help since I signed the contract against suing if something goes wrong.”
“That’s ridiculous. I’ll talk to them. They know better than to try that shady stuff with me. And I’m not going let them get away with hurting my friend. So what are you gonna do now?”
“Well I was picking up new clothes because I’ve outgrown everything I own. Then I got hungry, er thirsty rather. I always need a cup of soda in my paw now because I can’t go more than an hour without having to drink something. I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. I’m just gonna keep getting bigger, and everyone thinks I don’t have the sense to take care of myself. I survived a whole month in the jungle with nothing! I built my own wood house with rope and an axe! Hufff… my career is over. You can’t find soda in the wilderness... I-I should go…”
“No way, you’re with me now. We’re gonna help any way we can. Right girls?”
Cecilia brought her friend to the table with Ripple and Denice. Abby introduced herself and told the story of how she came to know Cecilia. Then she gave the short version of her current situation.
“Your whole body’s been infused with cream soda? I’ve never heard of anything like that. If you’re okay with it I could try an advanced cure-all back at my place. Takes a while to brew but I’ve got a couple doses in storage already.” Said Ripple
“If that doesn’t work I know a guy who owns a soda shop in town. I’ve done plenty of ‘favors’ for him so he owes me big. You wouldn’t have to buy another case until the sun goes out.”
“And before we go we can stop by Viola again to get you a new wardrobe.”
Abby smiled, her best friend and two new ones offering to help nearly brought her to fizzy tears. “Thanks everyone. I deeply appreciate it.”
The four friends got up, all with drinks in their paws and headed back to the department store to start a second round.
“It’s blistering out there” sighed Denice.
“I need a refresher, why are we here again?” Asked Ripple
“So we can get you some more outfits!” Cecilia chimed in
“And some things for ourselves. Cecilia you’re in desperate need of a new bag and I need to get more designer shades. These are flimsy, everything’s still too bright.”
“I don’t see why I can’t just wear what makes me comfortable. Even this feels too bulky.” Ripple gestured to her current outfit. A deep green tank top with only one shoulder strap and a skirt the same color with golden trim.
“I think that looks great on you!” Cecilia shouted. Denice agreed with a nod. “Sure there’s no law against going wild, but fashion gives you so many options. And no one likes people gawking at them.”
Interrupting their conversation came the blare of a train whistle with the subpar sound quality of a speaker. Cecilia smiled at the site as a small train on wheels carted mall patrons across the vast shopping center. “Let’s get going already! To Volia!”
The mouse walked briskly and her friends followed. Volia was the name of the most popular department venue, known for selling designer clothes for all shapes and sizes. They went in and began browsing. There were outfits in many sizes, color and shapes. Short tail sleeves were in fashion as opposed to having just an opening, all the mannequin displays showing off cotton pants with the feature on the back. It was intriguing, but Cecilia preferred tails sleeveless. She was eyeing a pair of silk pants, pinching the soft fabric of the waist between her digits and pressing it against her pelvis for an easy comparison.
“Very nice, but hardly seasonal. You sure you don’t want an outfit like mine?” Said Denice, gesturing to her blue capris and short red top that kept her grey midriff on display.
“I think I could, but I don’t see anything that speaks to me.”
“Not even this?” Denice then thrust an outfit into the mouse’s arms. It was a short yellow top like hers only sleeveless, and with a green heart in the center of the chest. The bottom was a short frilled skirt. “Wow, this one is perfect for summer. What do you think, Ripple?” The pink otter padded over to the group carrying some bags. “I haven’t found anything worth wearing myself, but these bags would be great for gathering ingredients.” She showed them off to the mouse and raccoon, large purses in dull colored leather. A blue bag, a yellow sling bag and a green fanny pack. Cecilia reached for the sling bag. “Oh this is neat! Very cute.” Said the mouse
“Super cute, but I think it’s a bit small.” Added Denice
“Not to me. Hey Ripple, you should try this.” Cecilia passed the silk pants to the otter. She felt the fabric in her paws and her eyes went wide. “Oh my surf, this is so soft! Where’d you find it?” Cecilia gestured to the display of silk clothing. Ripple browsed through it with glee. She found shirts, pants and shorts all made of same soft material. She made a pile of them in her arms “I think I will try these!” She said and went to the fitting room. Denice beckoned Cecilia with a single finger to have her follow. They all went to the fitting rooms together.
Cecilia put on her yellow dress. She looked over how it hugged her frame in the mirror. She traced the purple line on her exposed midriff, then touched the green heart on her chest. She was very happy with the look. Cecilia stepped out of the room to show the others.
“Darling you look gorgeous.” Said Denice, now in a white dress cut short to the knees. “It’s nice to see that beautiful pattern you’ve got going, but what’s this I see?” The raccoon leaned down to poke below Cecilia’s navel, there was a pocket of soft flab that distended the mouse’s belly a noticeable, but small amount. The mouse’s ears turned bright red. Denice saw this and smirked. “Oh don’t fret, I know a routine that can get that off in a half-hour. No pressure though, I think it’s cute.”
Next came out Ripple dressed in a grey sleeveless silk shirt with long silk pants of the same color. The light material was loose on her and the fabric glistened with every movement. The otter’s two friends swarmed her with praise and compliments.
“That looks great!” Exclaimed Cecilia
“You are fantastic fit for that look dear. The outfit shines as much as you.”
The pink otter twirled to the applause of her friends. “You really like this look? I’m glad it’s not as bulky as other clothes I’ve tried”
“Functional and fashionable. I think it looks super nice.”
“I agree with Cecilia. Those colors really make you pop.”
Ripple was smiling ear to ear, “thank you two…” Denice took a step back into the changing room. Cecilia stole one more hug from her otter friend and they both changed back into the clothes they came with. Once all their picks were in a bag with a receipt Denice chimed in. “If we’re done shopping for outerwear, I’d like to stop by for innerwear.”
“Do you think they have any made of silk?” Asked Ripple
“I’m sure they do, but silk is kinda one-note and not the most comfortable thing to wear down there.” She paused and turned to her short friend. “Well Cecilia, I think we know where we’re headed next. Are you gonna join us?”
“Sure, I’ll browse, but I don’t think I really need anything.”
“Good enough for me.”
They made a brisk walk to the lingerie boutique. It was a flowery place, dimly lit with yellow walls and drawers full of intimate clothing items for sale. Ripple grazed her paw over the selection for garments with that same amazing smooth texture. She found lavender silk panties and lowered them to her waist. The pair turned out to be far too small for her hips. Everyone was picking out something for themselves. Even Cecilia was holding some yellow lace garments. Then someone else entered the small store. A large female meerkat in an outfit similar to Denice’s. A short green and blue plaid shirt and blue Jean shorts. “I thought I smelled someone familiar. I this bargain franchise store is perfect for someone like you Denice. Or are you still picking out things to snatch and run away with.”
The raccoon narrowed her yellow eyes to a glare. “Not at all, Brittany. I don’t need to spend a fortune to look good unlike you.”
“Of course, you’d rather not spend anything at all. I think I can see where you cut the theft tags off your outfit.”
The meerkat took a look around at the otter and mouse. “Is this the crowd you’re hanging out with now? A burly otter and a schoolgirl mouse?”
Denice huffed and placed her selection of clothes on the display table. “I’ve heard enough, I’m not going to let you talk to my friends like that. Let’s get out of here.” Denice rushed out of the boutique and her friends followed. When they were far enough away Cecilia addressed her friend. “Who was that? Why were they so mean?”
Denice shook her head with disappointment. “Someone that used to be a friend back before I met you. We got into the the same kind of trouble together, none of us had much and we needed each other to survive. But then Brittany found herself a wealthy business owner to marry and she left me behind without so much of a goodbye. She’s been rubbing it in my face ever since. She’s not worth talking about, so let’s find somewhere else to be. I’m ready to stop by the food court.”
They all stopped by a creamery and took their milkshakes to a round table. Ripple stirred her drink with the straw before taking a sip. “Why did she call me a school girl? Do I really look like that young?” Cecilia said.
“Of course not Cecilia, you know I don’t see you that way.” Denice replied.
“If you give me 45 minutes outside I bet I could put something together to make that Brittany really young.” Ripple said with a wink
“Don’t bother, girls. She’s not worth it. She’s so shallow she’ll never have what we do.”
“But I hope she learns to be better, to be happy and have friends.”
“That’s very sweet of you Cecilia, I guess deep down I want that too. But it hurts to know that even after being together, she probably never considered me a friend.”
A hefty fennec with cream and yellow fur stepped past. She was wearing a big purple dress that covered most of her fur, but her tail was left swishing around. It had a unique pattern of a white base and yellow cream-colored spots near the tip that looked like fizzy bubbles. If one stared long enough they could swear the bubbles were moving. Rising from the bottom to the top like in a glass of soda. Cecilia’s ears perked up and she stared at the fennec drinking a large cup of soda. She stared even longer and then her eyes went wide. “Abby?!” She shouted from the table. The fennec turned around and her ears of the same bubbling pattern turned red. She lowered her muzzle and walked faster. “Wait!” Cecilia kept from her chair and dashed over to the fennec with her other friends becoming onlookers from the table.
“Abby, it’s me Cecilia! I haven’t seen you in so long. What’s going on? What happened with you and the magazine?” You used to be smaller.”
“Oh that darned magazine, I don’t know how you can work for them still. THEY did this to me.”
Cecilia looked up and down her portly friend. “They did this? How?”
“Your adventuring articles are so darn popular. Since you’re on break they thought it’d be a good idea to send me on an expedition like yours. They said they wanted me to do a survival article on the tundra and sent me to a remote spot. Well they didn’t say ANYTHING about the crazy geysers of soda over there or the fizzy cola rivers, or the aluminum huts or even the wacky wolverine shamans that worship sugar and carbonation.”
Cecilia nodded with concern in her eyes. “And then what? Why do you look different?”
Abby rolled up her sleeves, it was true, on her thick arms of white fur were animated bubbles of a yellowish cream color. They flowed from her shoulder to her claw tips, bubbling like soda. “Something happened to me over there before I got the chance to high tail it. It’s hard to explain, but somehow my body got FUSED with cream soda. I can taste it on my tongue, because it runs THROUGH MY BLASTED VEINS. Plain water doesn’t hydrate me anymore, I need sugary soda or my blood pressure goes down and I lose energy. Eating food doesn’t do anything for me anymore either, not that I can taste very well. I can only have sugar. And you would think ‘oh! Well I guess my body is putting all that sugar to good use if I can’t digest anything else right?’ NO! I’M STILL GETTING FAT!”
Cecilia embraced her friend in a hug. With her nose close to her fur the mouse could smell the cream soda fragrance Abby was naturally giving off.
“I’m so sorry this is happening to you. It’s my fault you’re like this. If I hadn’t been such a big hit for the Neapolitan they would’ve never done that to you.”
“No Cecilia, I don’t blame you at all. You’d never hurt me even if you had to. It’s all them. If they weren’t so greedy they’d let me do my articles the way I always have.”
“Have you been to the doctor? Have you talked to a lawyer? There’s got to be something you can do.”
“Doctor gave me a basic idea of how my body works before he wanted to parade me around the hospital. I had to get out of there. And a lawyer can’t help since I signed the contract against suing if something goes wrong.”
“That’s ridiculous. I’ll talk to them. They know better than to try that shady stuff with me. And I’m not going let them get away with hurting my friend. So what are you gonna do now?”
“Well I was picking up new clothes because I’ve outgrown everything I own. Then I got hungry, er thirsty rather. I always need a cup of soda in my paw now because I can’t go more than an hour without having to drink something. I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. I’m just gonna keep getting bigger, and everyone thinks I don’t have the sense to take care of myself. I survived a whole month in the jungle with nothing! I built my own wood house with rope and an axe! Hufff… my career is over. You can’t find soda in the wilderness... I-I should go…”
“No way, you’re with me now. We’re gonna help any way we can. Right girls?”
Cecilia brought her friend to the table with Ripple and Denice. Abby introduced herself and told the story of how she came to know Cecilia. Then she gave the short version of her current situation.
“Your whole body’s been infused with cream soda? I’ve never heard of anything like that. If you’re okay with it I could try an advanced cure-all back at my place. Takes a while to brew but I’ve got a couple doses in storage already.” Said Ripple
“If that doesn’t work I know a guy who owns a soda shop in town. I’ve done plenty of ‘favors’ for him so he owes me big. You wouldn’t have to buy another case until the sun goes out.”
“And before we go we can stop by Viola again to get you a new wardrobe.”
Abby smiled, her best friend and two new ones offering to help nearly brought her to fizzy tears. “Thanks everyone. I deeply appreciate it.”
The four friends got up, all with drinks in their paws and headed back to the department store to start a second round.
Ideas and Things
Posted a year agoThought I would post here again since the last one was so long ago and a lot has happened since then. I've been slowly chipping away on the latest entry in my Peromi Quest series and have even started brainstorming on the one after that. My idea is that I would make it a double feature since the time between this entry and the last one was so long. Of course my latest story submission was the Jinx fanfic self-insert sort of thing. That was super fun to write because I never stopped running out of ideas to put in, and I could put in my own brand of humor and in-jokes. I've been musing over something similar that I could do. Something without any of my normal characters. A one-off story with no real goal other than being fun.
Then there are the big projects, I've got three big stories that I have been slowly adding to idea after idea. Unfortunately the eager beaver in me wants them to be done and finished, but they're going to have a connected nature about them and I shouldn't work on one without finishing the other. I've tried to think of other things since all I want to do is write, and I can't write the third entry of a book series without doing the ones before it. But my mind keeps coming back to it and keeps making ideas. The best I can do is write them down, but I know that all of these projects require a lot of time, planning and effort. Something I haven't quite gotten the hang of.
In the meantime, I'm trying to expose myself to new ideas and stories in hopes that I can have a revelation that drives me to write as passionately as I did with the Jinx story. It's not that I don't have it with my other projects, its just that writing those requires a different frame of mind, and also planning. Which is still something I am bad at. Execution however is the thing I am worst at. It's very hard for me to actually sit down and write, I'm not sure what the culprit is there and have considered many things, but I do chip away at my projects every so often. Slow progress is still progress, I just hope that the results are things that are as fun to read as they were to write.
Then there are the big projects, I've got three big stories that I have been slowly adding to idea after idea. Unfortunately the eager beaver in me wants them to be done and finished, but they're going to have a connected nature about them and I shouldn't work on one without finishing the other. I've tried to think of other things since all I want to do is write, and I can't write the third entry of a book series without doing the ones before it. But my mind keeps coming back to it and keeps making ideas. The best I can do is write them down, but I know that all of these projects require a lot of time, planning and effort. Something I haven't quite gotten the hang of.
In the meantime, I'm trying to expose myself to new ideas and stories in hopes that I can have a revelation that drives me to write as passionately as I did with the Jinx story. It's not that I don't have it with my other projects, its just that writing those requires a different frame of mind, and also planning. Which is still something I am bad at. Execution however is the thing I am worst at. It's very hard for me to actually sit down and write, I'm not sure what the culprit is there and have considered many things, but I do chip away at my projects every so often. Slow progress is still progress, I just hope that the results are things that are as fun to read as they were to write.
New Beginning and Revelations
Posted 2 years agoMy month long journey of trying to write has come to an end, and as you can see by me not posting any recent stories, it did not end in success. I learned early on that I was too hard on myself in making the deadline. I'm not gonna give up writing or sell my soul to a company like I threatened. Instead what I discovered after a long period of not doing any sort of writing for weeks is that my attention span doesn't lend itself to longform stories, at least not at the moment. The best way to improve at writing is of course to write, and I can't write if I've already moved on from the story I laid out. That isn't to say the Freya story isn't a dead project, same for any of the things I have started and dropped. I'll come back to them when I feel as if i should and when I want to. For now I am trying to find the motivation and time to jot down a bunch of ideas and them spin those ideas into a story as long as I want it to be.
These past weeks haven't come without their hardship, in just the last few days I have hit a low point, a very low point. I didn't think a person could feel this miserable, but I sure do. It all stems from the thing I hate: my job. For lack of a better word, it stinks. It takes up too much of my time, drains my mental faculties, and leaves me open to abuse from strangers. Ontop of that I am expected to excel and perform well at it or risk penalties. That isn't happening, so it will have to be done. I am looking at other things, but all the jobs I look at require years of experience in fields I have none, or advanced degrees. I could always settle and get something at a place I know will take me, but I'm not that desperate for finding new work, only incredible mentally strained. I am feeling better now, because I am getting back into gear. I know what life means to me, I know what I want to achieve, and I know i have to endure hardship to achieve. I thought I could hunker down for a month and put my nose to the grindstone, but I am not wired that way. I require more freedom, more breathing room to think and to express myself. I hate to say that I spent the better half of the month being miserable, but it did happen. My ebbs and flows of mood make it an inevitability unfortunately. I have put a great deal of thought about getting back on ADD and antidepressant medication, but that requires initiating conversations I am not ready to have with my folks. Truth is I have done very well without them, I don't need them to be happy or to focus, but I do have limitations that I know other people don't have. It's a matter of taking medicine that removes those blocks, or working through them. When everything goes my way I am fine, but my job ensures I have many days that don't go my way. It's a massive stressor, I need it gone, but I'm not so irresponsible that I want to quit on the spot with nowhere else to go. So I'm back to writing a journal, it won't be a daily journal, because I didn't like the setup I was doing for it back in february where I would write some of it at work. My breaks at work are where I do my best to have a meaningful conversation with someone in only 30 minutes, hasn't panned out, but I won't stop trying.
I used to think that my mood and mental health was a location, there's a certain place that want to be, and I often find myself losing where that is and not being able to find it again. For one month I'm "gone" and another month I'm "back". March was interesting, because i was somewhere inbetween. I wasn't quite gone, but i wasn't quite their either. Now, being depressed to the point where all I can think about is leaving my job by any means is pretty bad, really bad actually, but I know these thoughts aren't genuine. I've always had trouble figuring out exactly where i am in terms of mood, and how to solve my mental struggles, seems like there's always something so simple that I haven't though of doing because i am too wrapped up in my feelings. Before I seek counseling, no matter how much I would like to get it, I need to try those things. I need to get the courage to talk to my loved ones about my state of mind, which is a monumental task by itself. I need stability, I need freedom, I need the ability to understand myself, I need the motivation to work towards improving my life one step at a time. And so, I'm back. To write and jot down ideas as much as I can, to find that balance that I need to endure my work week, and probably most important, to sleep when I am tired.
These past weeks haven't come without their hardship, in just the last few days I have hit a low point, a very low point. I didn't think a person could feel this miserable, but I sure do. It all stems from the thing I hate: my job. For lack of a better word, it stinks. It takes up too much of my time, drains my mental faculties, and leaves me open to abuse from strangers. Ontop of that I am expected to excel and perform well at it or risk penalties. That isn't happening, so it will have to be done. I am looking at other things, but all the jobs I look at require years of experience in fields I have none, or advanced degrees. I could always settle and get something at a place I know will take me, but I'm not that desperate for finding new work, only incredible mentally strained. I am feeling better now, because I am getting back into gear. I know what life means to me, I know what I want to achieve, and I know i have to endure hardship to achieve. I thought I could hunker down for a month and put my nose to the grindstone, but I am not wired that way. I require more freedom, more breathing room to think and to express myself. I hate to say that I spent the better half of the month being miserable, but it did happen. My ebbs and flows of mood make it an inevitability unfortunately. I have put a great deal of thought about getting back on ADD and antidepressant medication, but that requires initiating conversations I am not ready to have with my folks. Truth is I have done very well without them, I don't need them to be happy or to focus, but I do have limitations that I know other people don't have. It's a matter of taking medicine that removes those blocks, or working through them. When everything goes my way I am fine, but my job ensures I have many days that don't go my way. It's a massive stressor, I need it gone, but I'm not so irresponsible that I want to quit on the spot with nowhere else to go. So I'm back to writing a journal, it won't be a daily journal, because I didn't like the setup I was doing for it back in february where I would write some of it at work. My breaks at work are where I do my best to have a meaningful conversation with someone in only 30 minutes, hasn't panned out, but I won't stop trying.
I used to think that my mood and mental health was a location, there's a certain place that want to be, and I often find myself losing where that is and not being able to find it again. For one month I'm "gone" and another month I'm "back". March was interesting, because i was somewhere inbetween. I wasn't quite gone, but i wasn't quite their either. Now, being depressed to the point where all I can think about is leaving my job by any means is pretty bad, really bad actually, but I know these thoughts aren't genuine. I've always had trouble figuring out exactly where i am in terms of mood, and how to solve my mental struggles, seems like there's always something so simple that I haven't though of doing because i am too wrapped up in my feelings. Before I seek counseling, no matter how much I would like to get it, I need to try those things. I need to get the courage to talk to my loved ones about my state of mind, which is a monumental task by itself. I need stability, I need freedom, I need the ability to understand myself, I need the motivation to work towards improving my life one step at a time. And so, I'm back. To write and jot down ideas as much as I can, to find that balance that I need to endure my work week, and probably most important, to sleep when I am tired.
Daily Journal 24
Posted 2 years agoForgot to mention that since i am gonna be devoting as much focus as I can to this writing, I will be pausing the one journal a day rule. It'll be nice to have a break anyway since this has at times caused me a bit of stress. I'll leave it off with an excerpt from the planning doc I wrote today to get ready for the story.
"Question 2: Have the Burmecians been destroyed as a species and race? The answer that the game gives to this question is vague. Going by the game’s direct content we only see a handful of Burmecians after the cataclysm. A handful isn’t enough to restore a race due to things like gene pools and the like. This is a major creative liberty I will have to take that borders on making an AU in which more Burmecians survive the attack and flee to other cities. The perplexing thing is that Fratley, Freya, and all other Burmecians that you encounter discuss the possibility of rebuilding the kingdom under the notion that it can be done, which implies by itself that enough of the race has remained to enable this."
"Question 2: Have the Burmecians been destroyed as a species and race? The answer that the game gives to this question is vague. Going by the game’s direct content we only see a handful of Burmecians after the cataclysm. A handful isn’t enough to restore a race due to things like gene pools and the like. This is a major creative liberty I will have to take that borders on making an AU in which more Burmecians survive the attack and flee to other cities. The perplexing thing is that Fratley, Freya, and all other Burmecians that you encounter discuss the possibility of rebuilding the kingdom under the notion that it can be done, which implies by itself that enough of the race has remained to enable this."
Daily Journal 23
Posted 2 years ago(just noticed i missed count)
Tonight I finally finished FF9, and with it I am left with a hole of nothing to work towards. But there is something: I am going to undertake probably the most difficult piece of writing to nail there is: fanfiction.
Because the destruction of Burmecia and Cleyra was so impactful to me, and the rebuilding of these places is only ever implied to be possible and never actually done within the game's story, I want to take a shot at correcting that and write a piece detailing these events as they took place in the near future from the postgame.
My goal with this is absolute, I do not want this to become something where I write a page at most and then never touch it again, I'm setting a deadline at the end of March to have this done, if I can't do it nor can I give a valid excuse as to why it wasn't completed. I will consider dropping the creative endeavor of writing as a whole, for the reason being: If i can't commit to this, then I cannot commit to completing any creative work. It sound harsh, and maybe a bit too much for someone so amateurish, but this is something I feel I must do. Now would be a good time to discuss the pitfalls that I have with writing:
Obviously, the main problem I face is motivation. Writing is a very solitary activity, one that requires a sharp focus, and I have the misfortune of having a mental condition that specifically dampens my focus and provides no added bonus of hyperfixation. So I would write with something on in the background, and then get focused on said thing instead of my work. The solution isn't turn the distraction off, as my trailing mind needs something other than dead silence to work. Instead I need to pick the perfect thing to put on so that I am in a sweet spot of focus. These do exist in the form of art streams, long-form videos with little commentary, and music streams. The problem is that finding the right video within this genre is a challenge of itself.
The second hurdle I face when writing is my energy level. I don't know how a job where I sit all day and talk to people could leave me so tired in the evening, but the reality is that it does. I cannot do anything about this, I've tried every which way to stay awake without the use of consumable energy boosters, but these are the only thing that can keep me up consistently past 9pm. I might come up with more ideas, but the reality is that my body wants me to sleep. I can't deny it forever, doing so would be devastating for my health in the future, but I also detest the fact that I have to submit. I don't like the job I work, I don't like that I have to be there for so long, and i can't stand it taking even more time from me, be it from being tired or me actually worrying about the work I do and wishing I could do it better. In my mind, I know there is one definitive answer to this problem: Pure unending drive and willpower to accomplish my goal. I wish to the stars that I can find it within myself to push and struggle to finally start and finish something I want to do so badly. My greatest fear is that this passion simply doesn't exist in my personality. I hate this idea, it makes me feel like i'm broken and chronically lazy. I want so badly to be able to be passionate about something enough to have drive. But. It's. Just. Not. There. I have had the fortune of being able to function well with my condition and not have the need for medication, but if this is a hole, if this is my disability, then I will need to make an appointment with a doctor soon.
The bottom line to all of this is that I want to try. Not write a few paragraphs over the course of a week and then say I tried after giving up, I mean really try. I need to know if I can do this, I need to know if I can overcome my condition by adapting to it, I need to know if it's possible, because if it isn't then I need to do the necessary steps to make it possible. My life has not been one full of accomplishment, I have a six-year bachelor's in a major that I can't do anything with and with a GPA that is quite literally bare minimum. I have a job that I don't want and am ashamed to talk about, there's no future for me in that career, I know that and yet I'm stuck with it for who knows how long. The only thing I have, the only thing I want the most, is to pursue creativity. If this turns out to be impossible, then I need to reconsider everything. My online presence, my hobbies, my goals, my path to the future. If I can't write, then I should just work. Work all day and sleep to work all day again, repeat until I'm making a living, then work more to earn more, then own more, then work even more after that, until I'm retired, then maybe I could give writing another try. That's not a life I want, but it's one I may be forced to have.
So that's that, I didn't want this to end on a sad note, this post was meant to motivate me, and there are parts of it that have, but I have a terrible feeling of doubt in my gut. The odds are stacked against me, I might fail and I don't want to. I wish it were that easy to simply refuse to give up, but my brain doesn't work that way.
I want to try. Try, and whether I fail or succeed, I will know what comes next
Tonight I finally finished FF9, and with it I am left with a hole of nothing to work towards. But there is something: I am going to undertake probably the most difficult piece of writing to nail there is: fanfiction.
Because the destruction of Burmecia and Cleyra was so impactful to me, and the rebuilding of these places is only ever implied to be possible and never actually done within the game's story, I want to take a shot at correcting that and write a piece detailing these events as they took place in the near future from the postgame.
My goal with this is absolute, I do not want this to become something where I write a page at most and then never touch it again, I'm setting a deadline at the end of March to have this done, if I can't do it nor can I give a valid excuse as to why it wasn't completed. I will consider dropping the creative endeavor of writing as a whole, for the reason being: If i can't commit to this, then I cannot commit to completing any creative work. It sound harsh, and maybe a bit too much for someone so amateurish, but this is something I feel I must do. Now would be a good time to discuss the pitfalls that I have with writing:
Obviously, the main problem I face is motivation. Writing is a very solitary activity, one that requires a sharp focus, and I have the misfortune of having a mental condition that specifically dampens my focus and provides no added bonus of hyperfixation. So I would write with something on in the background, and then get focused on said thing instead of my work. The solution isn't turn the distraction off, as my trailing mind needs something other than dead silence to work. Instead I need to pick the perfect thing to put on so that I am in a sweet spot of focus. These do exist in the form of art streams, long-form videos with little commentary, and music streams. The problem is that finding the right video within this genre is a challenge of itself.
The second hurdle I face when writing is my energy level. I don't know how a job where I sit all day and talk to people could leave me so tired in the evening, but the reality is that it does. I cannot do anything about this, I've tried every which way to stay awake without the use of consumable energy boosters, but these are the only thing that can keep me up consistently past 9pm. I might come up with more ideas, but the reality is that my body wants me to sleep. I can't deny it forever, doing so would be devastating for my health in the future, but I also detest the fact that I have to submit. I don't like the job I work, I don't like that I have to be there for so long, and i can't stand it taking even more time from me, be it from being tired or me actually worrying about the work I do and wishing I could do it better. In my mind, I know there is one definitive answer to this problem: Pure unending drive and willpower to accomplish my goal. I wish to the stars that I can find it within myself to push and struggle to finally start and finish something I want to do so badly. My greatest fear is that this passion simply doesn't exist in my personality. I hate this idea, it makes me feel like i'm broken and chronically lazy. I want so badly to be able to be passionate about something enough to have drive. But. It's. Just. Not. There. I have had the fortune of being able to function well with my condition and not have the need for medication, but if this is a hole, if this is my disability, then I will need to make an appointment with a doctor soon.
The bottom line to all of this is that I want to try. Not write a few paragraphs over the course of a week and then say I tried after giving up, I mean really try. I need to know if I can do this, I need to know if I can overcome my condition by adapting to it, I need to know if it's possible, because if it isn't then I need to do the necessary steps to make it possible. My life has not been one full of accomplishment, I have a six-year bachelor's in a major that I can't do anything with and with a GPA that is quite literally bare minimum. I have a job that I don't want and am ashamed to talk about, there's no future for me in that career, I know that and yet I'm stuck with it for who knows how long. The only thing I have, the only thing I want the most, is to pursue creativity. If this turns out to be impossible, then I need to reconsider everything. My online presence, my hobbies, my goals, my path to the future. If I can't write, then I should just work. Work all day and sleep to work all day again, repeat until I'm making a living, then work more to earn more, then own more, then work even more after that, until I'm retired, then maybe I could give writing another try. That's not a life I want, but it's one I may be forced to have.
So that's that, I didn't want this to end on a sad note, this post was meant to motivate me, and there are parts of it that have, but I have a terrible feeling of doubt in my gut. The odds are stacked against me, I might fail and I don't want to. I wish it were that easy to simply refuse to give up, but my brain doesn't work that way.
I want to try. Try, and whether I fail or succeed, I will know what comes next
Daily Journal 21
Posted 2 years agoI guess today is the day I finally broke my streak. I had a good run, but all good things must come to an end. That doesn’t mean I can’t make an excuse for it though: you see, in the late evening hours of the 27th when I was in bed, I came down with a terrible headache. I regularly get a headache about once a month, but they do not hurt that bad unless it’s a very rare occasion. It was debilitating and I had to do what I usually do when I need relief from the pain before my painkillers kick in. I hop in a warm shower and sit there for an extended period. It’s good fun and very relaxing. Doing things like that is actually something I really enjoy, but obviously I couldn’t make a habit out of it. (Well I probably could because I’m pretty sure drinking a half can of gfuel is what caused the headache) not without being self destructive. I could take the long shower again by itself without the painkillers, but that would be wasteful in regards to water usage since I can be in there for 30-45 minutes. After a night like that I really didn’t feel like working today at all, but it’s my last day for the week so I pushed through.
Daily Journal 20
Posted 2 years agoNothing of note to write about tonight. Just kind of chilled and wrote something personal. I almost completely forgot to write lol
Daily Journal 19
Posted 2 years agoIts one of those nights were I don't quite feel like playing a game or loading up word, and all I really want to do is relax. These nights are fine as long as I don't fall asleep, which hasn't happened yet. As much as I harp on myself about doing things I want to do and keeping myself busy, I know that its okay to go slow sometimes. I don't need to go 100% everyday. The problem comes from when I feel as if I wasted my evening sleeping or feeling too anxious. That's not the case today, but I am trying to come up with something else to write. All I've got for an idea is that it would feel nice to have the top of your muzzle pet.
Daily Journal 18
Posted 2 years agoNot sure what to put here tonight, really didn't think I'd get this far in these journals. Sure there were some nights i technically missed posting everyday because the post was in the early AM, but i don't count that against me.
I've rethought my adamant stance about leaving my job. I'll still be looking elsewhere, but I'm in no hurry. I need plenty of time to get things situated anyway, and I'd rather leave the job i have on a good note than poorly
What's really been on my mind though are rodents. I love finding new art of mice and rat characters abd 'sonas. Every once in a while I get on a hot streak where I find someone who has lots art of theirs or another's rodent character. It's very nice, and it makes my mind bubble with ideas. Even though I've tried to write these immersive pieces where the premise is exploring Cecilia's form, reading the whole thing doesn't do what it was made for: immerse me. I guess it's hard to be immersed in something you made yourself, but I think better framing and descriptions could help with that. A major weakness of the manipedi peace was the dialogue. So for my next minor project, I think I should try and frame a way to practice conversation. I looked into writing prompts once, but all of the ones I read were incredibly basic and unimaginative. I want the chance to go into more adventurous territory with my writing. I also still want to try and pin down the immersive part as well, so look forward to that
I've rethought my adamant stance about leaving my job. I'll still be looking elsewhere, but I'm in no hurry. I need plenty of time to get things situated anyway, and I'd rather leave the job i have on a good note than poorly
What's really been on my mind though are rodents. I love finding new art of mice and rat characters abd 'sonas. Every once in a while I get on a hot streak where I find someone who has lots art of theirs or another's rodent character. It's very nice, and it makes my mind bubble with ideas. Even though I've tried to write these immersive pieces where the premise is exploring Cecilia's form, reading the whole thing doesn't do what it was made for: immerse me. I guess it's hard to be immersed in something you made yourself, but I think better framing and descriptions could help with that. A major weakness of the manipedi peace was the dialogue. So for my next minor project, I think I should try and frame a way to practice conversation. I looked into writing prompts once, but all of the ones I read were incredibly basic and unimaginative. I want the chance to go into more adventurous territory with my writing. I also still want to try and pin down the immersive part as well, so look forward to that
Daily Journal 17
Posted 2 years agoI'm breaking my promise of sorts by using this journal to say that I'm going to begin the process of finding other employment. For reasons I won't get into, I need to do this sooner rather than later. I've given it a lot of thought and i've decided that I can't afford to stay at a place I despise so much, so I will simply be looking for employment elsewhere.
In other news, my brain finds the need to scramble to find something to occupy it with after I'm done playing FF9. Something that's part of a bigger issue that I've realized that I had a short while ago. I have a fear of losing good feelings forever, never to feel the same way again or revisit them. When I get in slumps, I am simply not happy at all, and it's so hard to crawl out. To the point where I genuinely believe it to not be possible without some kind of medical assistance. It's been a while since I've slumped over, but this fear clues me into the notion that it is coming soon. I have to "prepare" for it, in any such way that I can. If this happens, I will definitely be writing about it. Writing the journal was one of the things I thought of that can get me out of the slump from the beginning
In other news, my brain finds the need to scramble to find something to occupy it with after I'm done playing FF9. Something that's part of a bigger issue that I've realized that I had a short while ago. I have a fear of losing good feelings forever, never to feel the same way again or revisit them. When I get in slumps, I am simply not happy at all, and it's so hard to crawl out. To the point where I genuinely believe it to not be possible without some kind of medical assistance. It's been a while since I've slumped over, but this fear clues me into the notion that it is coming soon. I have to "prepare" for it, in any such way that I can. If this happens, I will definitely be writing about it. Writing the journal was one of the things I thought of that can get me out of the slump from the beginning
Daily Journal 17
Posted 2 years agoThe last post was effectively the end of the short story, I like it and I should combine all the posts together to edit them into one submission, but with them being in my FA anyway I don't see too much of a point to that. I was gonna write something on here complaining about work, but I don't want to ever have to think about work when I'm no physically in the building, and I have made a final decision about the issue I'm having anyway.
I can say something very very important though: Mice are cute and I wiiish I could seee more of them
I can say something very very important though: Mice are cute and I wiiish I could seee more of them
Daily Journal 16
Posted 2 years agoThe blush was applied with damp white cloth to Cecilia’s cheeks, turning the white fur to an airy pink around the applied area. After that the black mouse gave Cecilia a gentle ear rub and stepped away. There no more paws touching her tail, it felt glossy and sensitive to the air, a sign of cleanliness and clear skin. Diana returned to her client. “You look absolutely stunning sweetie. Is there anything else you’d like from me?” Cecilia touched a green claw to her chin. “I don’t think so, you’ve done a wonderful job as always Diana, thank you so much!” The rat nodded. “Alright then, you’re free to go and get our next visit scheduled. I can’t wait to see you again.”
Daily Journal 15
Posted 2 years agoCecilia curled the fingers of her paws to look at Diana’s work. Her white claws didn’t stand out very well against the white fur of her paw, but now that they were green it really popped. “I’m really liking this look,” She said. Diana stood up got closer. “It’s a great color isn’t it? Matches everything in your ensemble. Now don’t get to moving yet, there’s one more thing to do while it dries. The rat went behind Cecilia’s chair and the mouse felt something pull at her. Her pink tail was being tugged lightly and stroked. “We’ll get your tail exfoliated and moisturized. Keep it loose for me sweetie.” Diana didn’t have to mention that last part, her tail just like her scalp and neck was a sweet spot that sent the mouse into a relaxed bliss when it received enough attention. She closed her eyes and let the stylist do her work. Cecilia felt the chill of skin products being applied to the appendage, smooth paws tracing from the base of her tail all the way to its narrow tip. Cecilia was just about to slip away again when she got a tap on the shoulder. “Excuse me Ms, would you mind raising your head for me?” Cecilia opened her eyes to meet the face of a black-furred mouse holding an eyelash aligner and pallet of furblush. The white mouse did as she was instructed and learned in. The attendant opened up the clasp of the brush and straightened out Cecilia’s eyelashes with a few strokes. The green eyes blinked and fluttered. Cecilia was starting to feel pampered, she’d been taken care of well and was looking even better than her best. She felt soft and fluffy and dainty, like a very pretty woman. The blush was applied~
Daily Journal 14
Posted 2 years agoCecilia was too comfortable to notice Diana returning with a small basin of steaming water. She set it at the mouse’s feet. “Alright you two, she’s halfway to dreamland.” The rat said to the other attendants. The fox and squirrel nodded and went to get other supplies. Diana lifted one of Cecilia’s footpaws and placed it into the basin, the warm sensation brought her back to reality. She shook her head and looked down at her stylist’s smiling face. “Good morning sleepyhead, now we’re ready to start, sit tight get comfy.” The rat lifted one of Cecilia’s footpaws and took a circular brush with course bristles. She got to scrubbing the soles of Cecilia’s footpaws. Diana’s client was a special case, being a mouse with fur on her paws and footpaws. It left the stylist with more fur to treat instead of the usual skin care routine. She did her work scrubbing the footpaws in the hot water, working her wrist to scrub gently. Cecilia watched and wiggled her toes. Four long digits arranged symmetrically and tipped with pointed claws and a smaller one higher up on her footpaw. The brush went under, then over, then up and down the sides of her footpaws. Diana finished off by scrubbing Cecilia’s heels at their spot higher up on her feet. The squirrel attendant returned with a box that had different shades of green nail polish. Denice took the box and showed it off to the mouse. “Which green would you like?” she asked. Cecilia leaned in and selected a deep forest green. “Good choice Ms. I’ll get that started for you then.” said the rat. She then opened up a compartment of the box and took out eight spacers for the toes. Diana placed the spacers on her client, and got out a small file. “I’m gonna touch these claws up for you first okay?” Cecilia nodded, “thank you so much, I hadn’t had the time to get to them myself.” Diana smiled, “no worries dear, I’ll take it from here. The mouse felt a rough grinding at her toes as the claws were filed down to be sharp and narrow, a proper triangular shape. Just a few strokes of the file and the claws looked nice and sharpened, as they’re naturally meant to be. Diana set the file aside and took the polish. It was finally time to dip the brush in the liquid and apply it tenderly to the claws. Light strokes of the brush applied a full layer of polish over the claws one by one. The mouse’s footpaws felt rejuvenated and cleanly, and were now tipped with green claws that complimented the purple rings at her ankles. “There we are sweetie, how does that look?” The mouse wiggled her toes, “I love it!” she exclaimed. “Alright then, in that case let’s get to that other set of paws.” It was the same procedure, a bowl of warm water to soak the fur in and clean with a brush, then the filing of the claws, and lastly a coat of the same green polish was applied
Daily Journal 13
Posted 2 years ago(the second part to my story, I wish I could type some of it while I'm home from work, but I am busy with video game)
The little mouse took it in stride, and was always a sweetheart, the two made a good pair. “So are we going with green then?” Asked the rat. Cecilia nodded her head up and down rapidly. “Alright you sit tight and relax while I get it ready.” Diana made a gesture to a couple of other attendants before going to get supplies. A weasel and a squirrel approached Cecilia from behind her chair. The squirrel padded around up in front of her and leaned in. “Let’s touch up that pretty little face.” She said and took a fine comb in one paw and a small bristle brush in the other. Cecilia closed her eyes and felt the squirrel use her tools to groom the fine white fur on her face. The brush glided over the left side of her muzzle up to her cheek, carrying with it strands of shed fur. For every stroke of the brush came the comb behind it, the teeth coursing through white fuzz, aligning the individual hairs and fluffing it up. Cecilia heard a smooth noise of paws on fur, the fox had his fingers curled and was applying light pressure on the mouse’s scalp. He used the tips of his claws to massage the thin skin and muscle as gingerly as he could. The sensation lulled the mouse into deep relaxation, bordering on torpor. The continuous grooming of her fur kept her from going under, the squirrel had moved to the right side of her face. The comb followed the brush soon left every hair on her head silky smooth and white as snow.
The little mouse took it in stride, and was always a sweetheart, the two made a good pair. “So are we going with green then?” Asked the rat. Cecilia nodded her head up and down rapidly. “Alright you sit tight and relax while I get it ready.” Diana made a gesture to a couple of other attendants before going to get supplies. A weasel and a squirrel approached Cecilia from behind her chair. The squirrel padded around up in front of her and leaned in. “Let’s touch up that pretty little face.” She said and took a fine comb in one paw and a small bristle brush in the other. Cecilia closed her eyes and felt the squirrel use her tools to groom the fine white fur on her face. The brush glided over the left side of her muzzle up to her cheek, carrying with it strands of shed fur. For every stroke of the brush came the comb behind it, the teeth coursing through white fuzz, aligning the individual hairs and fluffing it up. Cecilia heard a smooth noise of paws on fur, the fox had his fingers curled and was applying light pressure on the mouse’s scalp. He used the tips of his claws to massage the thin skin and muscle as gingerly as he could. The sensation lulled the mouse into deep relaxation, bordering on torpor. The continuous grooming of her fur kept her from going under, the squirrel had moved to the right side of her face. The comb followed the brush soon left every hair on her head silky smooth and white as snow.
Daily Journal 13
Posted 2 years ago(this is part 1 of an immersive type story, posted in pieces instead of all at once to stay efficient and keep my streak ;) )
The glass door opened and a bell chimed through the spa. A red furred mouse smiled and waved at one of their favorite patrons. “Good morning Cecilia, right on time. Please take a seat.” The white mouse smiled at the receptionist and did as he said. She took a seat in a black leather chair with the added amenities that befitted a spa. A female rat with grey fur and black spots emerged. “Welcome back sweetie while I get things started, what flavor would you like to go with today?” Cecilia swiveled her green eyes while she made a decision. “It’s good to be back Diana. I want to try out banana nut today.” The rat nodded and disappeared. Cecilia took the chance to remove her black shoes and set them aside. While stretching and wiggling her clawed toes the rat returned with a thick cylinder of yellow material. Cecilia’s nose twitched with she took it in her paws, it smelled of fresh banana with an earthy tone. “Thank you very much.” She said. The mouse held the cylinder upright and lined up her long incisors with the yellow ridge. She bit into the object with the full strength of her jaws. The mouse’s teeth wedged into the flavored object. It was a block of edible plant fiber covered in a candy coating. A hygiene product for rodents like Cecilia who needed to regularly file down their teeth, or brux. There were many such objects like this sold in pharmacies and general stores, but the ones provided by the spa were the only kind that were wholly edible, and with the best tasting flavored shells. It’s no wonder why this location was so highly regarded by its customers, both new and regular. It was the place to go to receive a special type of care, tailored to the needs of mice, rats, squirrels, and rodents everywhere. “Is that one any good? I’ve never had it myself.” Asked Diana. Cecilia’s cheeks were full of fiber, and her teeth were busy making a deep gouge into the cylinder, all she could do was nod and smile until she had a moment to stop. “It’s very good! Very hard to beat toffee though, I think that one will have to be my go-to.” Diana nodded, “that’s a fan favorite for a lot of our clientele, it’s hard to keep it stocked. Now, while you work on that I’ll get the pedicure ready, what color would you like?” Cecilia cocked her head in thought. “Hot pink is a classic, I think that’d look pretty. What do you think?” Diana looked at her client’s white fur and purple tipped ears. “That’d be interesting, but pink would clash with that lovely purple fur you’ve got. Green however would would match up nicely. Right with those beautiful little eyes. Cecilia was flattered, Diana had always complimented her client’s appearance. The little mouse took it in stride, and was always a sweetheart, the two made a good pair.
The glass door opened and a bell chimed through the spa. A red furred mouse smiled and waved at one of their favorite patrons. “Good morning Cecilia, right on time. Please take a seat.” The white mouse smiled at the receptionist and did as he said. She took a seat in a black leather chair with the added amenities that befitted a spa. A female rat with grey fur and black spots emerged. “Welcome back sweetie while I get things started, what flavor would you like to go with today?” Cecilia swiveled her green eyes while she made a decision. “It’s good to be back Diana. I want to try out banana nut today.” The rat nodded and disappeared. Cecilia took the chance to remove her black shoes and set them aside. While stretching and wiggling her clawed toes the rat returned with a thick cylinder of yellow material. Cecilia’s nose twitched with she took it in her paws, it smelled of fresh banana with an earthy tone. “Thank you very much.” She said. The mouse held the cylinder upright and lined up her long incisors with the yellow ridge. She bit into the object with the full strength of her jaws. The mouse’s teeth wedged into the flavored object. It was a block of edible plant fiber covered in a candy coating. A hygiene product for rodents like Cecilia who needed to regularly file down their teeth, or brux. There were many such objects like this sold in pharmacies and general stores, but the ones provided by the spa were the only kind that were wholly edible, and with the best tasting flavored shells. It’s no wonder why this location was so highly regarded by its customers, both new and regular. It was the place to go to receive a special type of care, tailored to the needs of mice, rats, squirrels, and rodents everywhere. “Is that one any good? I’ve never had it myself.” Asked Diana. Cecilia’s cheeks were full of fiber, and her teeth were busy making a deep gouge into the cylinder, all she could do was nod and smile until she had a moment to stop. “It’s very good! Very hard to beat toffee though, I think that one will have to be my go-to.” Diana nodded, “that’s a fan favorite for a lot of our clientele, it’s hard to keep it stocked. Now, while you work on that I’ll get the pedicure ready, what color would you like?” Cecilia cocked her head in thought. “Hot pink is a classic, I think that’d look pretty. What do you think?” Diana looked at her client’s white fur and purple tipped ears. “That’d be interesting, but pink would clash with that lovely purple fur you’ve got. Green however would would match up nicely. Right with those beautiful little eyes. Cecilia was flattered, Diana had always complimented her client’s appearance. The little mouse took it in stride, and was always a sweetheart, the two made a good pair.
Daily Journal 12
Posted 2 years agoThis journal is going to be a short one, I don't have much to say since I've been spending my whole day playing the game. It's a gud game, I may write a Media Review piece on it. But for now I will end this here, this journal thing only requires that I post every day afterall. What goes in it can be as long or as short as I want
I suppose if I had something meaningful to add, I hope that my extensive play session doesn't make work a drag. I'm sure I'll be fine, but if I spend nine hours just waiting and waiting to hop back on my PC I wouldn't be in the best mental state. Especially if it turns out that other things happen to prevent me from continuing my playthrough. If such a thing happens, you'll probably hear about it tomorrow. Good news makes for a short post, I'm in a much better mood these few days, I know it won't last, but I sure am going to try to hold onto it. The next big thing will come around, and I will be into that.
In the meantime, I can tell the future me something special: when you do lose what you had today, just remember that it's okay, it'll come back to you, but not on its own. Remind yourself of the things that are important to you and take the initiative to make things happen. Take Control
I suppose if I had something meaningful to add, I hope that my extensive play session doesn't make work a drag. I'm sure I'll be fine, but if I spend nine hours just waiting and waiting to hop back on my PC I wouldn't be in the best mental state. Especially if it turns out that other things happen to prevent me from continuing my playthrough. If such a thing happens, you'll probably hear about it tomorrow. Good news makes for a short post, I'm in a much better mood these few days, I know it won't last, but I sure am going to try to hold onto it. The next big thing will come around, and I will be into that.
In the meantime, I can tell the future me something special: when you do lose what you had today, just remember that it's okay, it'll come back to you, but not on its own. Remind yourself of the things that are important to you and take the initiative to make things happen. Take Control
Daily Journal 11
Posted 2 years agoFor this journal I have something that's been bugging me ever since I started playing FF9, separate from the game's code itself. It's no secret that this story is not kind to Freya. She deals with lots of strife every step of the way and is overall a tragic character with a tragic conclusion to her arc (from what I remember anyway)
For me, this stinks, but I understand the integrity of the narrative and wouldn't want it to be something that it isn't. The problem comes from the fact that even after 20 some odd years later FF9 is the only mainstream narrative title that features a character like Freya. It's not fun when the character I am the most interested and attached to is done that dirty by the game's own plot, but where could I turn to experience something similar? Looking for media that features anthro characters is hard enough, but I don't mind asking around or searching old websites to find something intriguing. The alternative is of course to write stories that interest me and go the way I want them to, but that is an undertaking that requires years of practice. I'll get there eventually, but I have to take small steps, like writing a daily journal. Eventually I'll stop finding things to complain about and put short stories in here, but I won't drop the notion of writing whatever comes to mind.
This has all been a long way of saying, that I hope this aspect of the story ends off on a more positive note than I remember, if not my next project WILL be an FF9 fanfic, I swear
For me, this stinks, but I understand the integrity of the narrative and wouldn't want it to be something that it isn't. The problem comes from the fact that even after 20 some odd years later FF9 is the only mainstream narrative title that features a character like Freya. It's not fun when the character I am the most interested and attached to is done that dirty by the game's own plot, but where could I turn to experience something similar? Looking for media that features anthro characters is hard enough, but I don't mind asking around or searching old websites to find something intriguing. The alternative is of course to write stories that interest me and go the way I want them to, but that is an undertaking that requires years of practice. I'll get there eventually, but I have to take small steps, like writing a daily journal. Eventually I'll stop finding things to complain about and put short stories in here, but I won't drop the notion of writing whatever comes to mind.
This has all been a long way of saying, that I hope this aspect of the story ends off on a more positive note than I remember, if not my next project WILL be an FF9 fanfic, I swear
Daily Journal 10
Posted 2 years agoToday’s entry is based on stuff that happened yesterday, but I’m counting it for today because what happened then bled into the midnight hour. Basically it’s the first time in a while that I’ve gone through the process of trying to get a particular thing to work on my computer. I left out the details about it in yesterday’s entry, but now I can’t discuss it without spilling the beans.
I want to play FF9, but I want to play it a very specific way. When I played the game all those years ago I played it with a cheat that edits the player characters in battle based on their position. That code of course was used to have Freya as a permanent fixture in my battle party. I tried many codes and values last night, I even tried different emulators including the one that solely exists on my old Amazon Fire tablet. Getting that up and running after being turned off for years was its own headache, but it works now. The problem is that I know which code works to edit the party members, but I don’t know what parameter points to Freya specifically. I don’t have several lifetimes to try over 60000 possible combinations so I search and search through the internet to find these values but no one else seems to know. Every list of GameShark codes for this game is the same, some don’t even have the specific cheat I’m using. Another problem I’m facing is that there are apparently two of these cheats that have the same effect. The primary one listed on gamhacking.org does not work and I don’t know why. Probably because the code itself doesn’t match the pattern of any of the other GameShark codes for the game and doesn’t produce any effect.
So what I’m left with is either finding the right value, which I will probably have to ask for in some old message board, or rewrite the code that is meant to work with only a handful of possible values to punch in. My first step will be trying out the emu on my tablet to see if by some miracle that code works on there. But then I’d enter a rabbit hole of trying to find out why the code works on there but not on the same bin file with the same cheat code, running on a different emulator.
And so, that’s my work cut out for me, I have done stuff like this before. When I was younger I messed with my action replay for the DS all the time coming up with new codes that did different things. I even booted up Spyro 3 with cheat engine active and learned what values had what functions all by myself. I will keep going and I will persevere until I’ve exhausted every possible solution
As a conclusion to all this mess, I have figured it out, and am happily playing the game with rat lady
I want to play FF9, but I want to play it a very specific way. When I played the game all those years ago I played it with a cheat that edits the player characters in battle based on their position. That code of course was used to have Freya as a permanent fixture in my battle party. I tried many codes and values last night, I even tried different emulators including the one that solely exists on my old Amazon Fire tablet. Getting that up and running after being turned off for years was its own headache, but it works now. The problem is that I know which code works to edit the party members, but I don’t know what parameter points to Freya specifically. I don’t have several lifetimes to try over 60000 possible combinations so I search and search through the internet to find these values but no one else seems to know. Every list of GameShark codes for this game is the same, some don’t even have the specific cheat I’m using. Another problem I’m facing is that there are apparently two of these cheats that have the same effect. The primary one listed on gamhacking.org does not work and I don’t know why. Probably because the code itself doesn’t match the pattern of any of the other GameShark codes for the game and doesn’t produce any effect.
So what I’m left with is either finding the right value, which I will probably have to ask for in some old message board, or rewrite the code that is meant to work with only a handful of possible values to punch in. My first step will be trying out the emu on my tablet to see if by some miracle that code works on there. But then I’d enter a rabbit hole of trying to find out why the code works on there but not on the same bin file with the same cheat code, running on a different emulator.
And so, that’s my work cut out for me, I have done stuff like this before. When I was younger I messed with my action replay for the DS all the time coming up with new codes that did different things. I even booted up Spyro 3 with cheat engine active and learned what values had what functions all by myself. I will keep going and I will persevere until I’ve exhausted every possible solution
As a conclusion to all this mess, I have figured it out, and am happily playing the game with rat lady
Daily Journal 9
Posted 2 years agoIn lieu of me attempting to replay Final Fantasy IX tonight, I figured it be a good setting to drone on about my relationship with video games. Obviously I’ve always liked games. They’re fun, challenging, and impactful. When I was younger I’d play games for hours at a time, it was nice. Of course as I got older I had less time to play, and I lost access to the ability to play the latest hits. That’s not an issue for someone who has a computer and an internet connection, but in my most recent position, it’s a little hard to get back into the groove. I supplemented my craving for video games as a medium by watching other folks play, on stream or on the tube but this is no substitute for actually playing. And so I want to get back in the groove, I tried playing Chrono Trigger and got decently through, but I did lose interest nearing the final encounter. So I’m going to try again with FF9. I tried to play it in the past on an android tablet, which has full access to emulation, but I lost interest when a certain thing happens to a certain person. If you know the game and can see that I am a mouse, you’ll know what I’m referring to. I’ve grown since then, I don’t think it will bother me too much anymore, but I will still be prepared. I’ve devised a way to play the game in an unconventional way that will help my mental state.
Wish me luck, and if I don’t do a full playthrough of the game I am obligated to eat pants
Wish me luck, and if I don’t do a full playthrough of the game I am obligated to eat pants
Daily Journal 8
Posted 2 years ago2/11/2023
Today I want to write about something I’ve been needing to ever since I had the idea for it. It may be a bit anticlimactic to put this all out there now, but today I am going to list just about everything I like about Cecilia. First a bit of a history lesson, Cecilia wasn’t always the mouse that she is today, first she was a male mouse named Lenore, who was the deity of the moon and a superhero type of sorts. I never did much with him in terms of writing or roleplay, but he was my handle on the Furry Forums for a decent while. The problem with Lenore is that he didn’t satisfy my creative needs. You can’t drop a deity in every situation and expect others to treat him like normal, and so I had a fit of creative thinking. Somehow some way I came up with Cecil, a mouse that resembles Cecilia in all ways except gender. My inspiration was EarthBound, I gave him a simple outfit with a distinctive stripe pattern on his shirt ala Lucas Ness and Ninten. Cecil had psi powers to boot. Although his overall character details were pulled from EarthBound, I lifted his name straight from Final Fantasy 4 as I thought Cecil Harvey was a cool name for a protagonist, while at the same time being a normal name for a person. And that was Cecil, I liked using him a whole lot more than I did Lenore. It just felt more personal to have this character designed the way I wanted them to look and as such I felt so much more comfortable using him as a representation of myself. But then something shook up my world. As a one-off, I drew Cecil as a girl, appropriately named Cecilia to fit the gender bend. This image is in my gallery and it changed my entire perception of what I wanted my character to be. Using her as my handle felt interesting, it felt fresh, and I felt a connection to her that I had never felt to any of my other characters. It was at this time that I started to mature: Cecilia didn’t need super powers or complete dominion over a concept to be interesting, she just needed to be herself. The big mouse is kind, friendly and adventurous. She’s cuddly and sweet, and I couldn’t be more satisfied with how she looks.
Now I can get into the things I like about her specifically. Her design is the biggest, I chose a mouse as a fursona because I thought out of all the animals out there making a mouse character would be interesting. 7 some odd years later and I couldn’t think of another animal I would go with as a sona (except maaaaybe a kangaroo). I just love Cecilia’s big round ears, buck teeth, and even her furless tail. I’ve also learned more about mice and rats than I ever needed to. There was a very short period where Cecilia’s baseline figure was on the plus side, but I like her best slim and sleek, she isn’t too curvy to be unrealistic, but still shapely in a way that makes her attractive. The second thing I like about her is her background, it took me a while to come up with a good background for Cecilia what wasn’t just that she’s a female mouse. For the longest time she didn’t even have a last name, but after some inspiration I came up with something I am proud of. The uniqueness of her backstory isn’t that she has some tragic past or uncovered family drama. Cecilia’s uniqueness in the realm where a tragic traumatic backstory is a dime-a-dozen, is that she has a normal, happy life and was raised by parents who loved her like any parents should. My final thing that I like about her is her personality, it’s hard not to like someone who is joyful 90% of the time. In the case of Cecilia, her superpower is her ability to make friends and connections, very corny I know, but making connections is an incredible thing. It adds to one’s strength, and makes allies out of enemies. I describe Cecilia’s social skills as a DnD character who always passes their persuasion check, regardless of who she’s talking to or what is being said
That’s about all I have to say. The fondness I have for this character comes from using her as my handle for so long, I really feel like she is another aspect of myself, an aspect I really only get to express online. I’ve gone so far as to relate her to my other passions, I got art of her doing some of Jerma’s poses, and most recently I got art of her dressed as Sabrina from the webcomic. I hope to get more pieces like that in the future, and I know even more wonderful things are in store for this cute little mouse in the future.
Today I want to write about something I’ve been needing to ever since I had the idea for it. It may be a bit anticlimactic to put this all out there now, but today I am going to list just about everything I like about Cecilia. First a bit of a history lesson, Cecilia wasn’t always the mouse that she is today, first she was a male mouse named Lenore, who was the deity of the moon and a superhero type of sorts. I never did much with him in terms of writing or roleplay, but he was my handle on the Furry Forums for a decent while. The problem with Lenore is that he didn’t satisfy my creative needs. You can’t drop a deity in every situation and expect others to treat him like normal, and so I had a fit of creative thinking. Somehow some way I came up with Cecil, a mouse that resembles Cecilia in all ways except gender. My inspiration was EarthBound, I gave him a simple outfit with a distinctive stripe pattern on his shirt ala Lucas Ness and Ninten. Cecil had psi powers to boot. Although his overall character details were pulled from EarthBound, I lifted his name straight from Final Fantasy 4 as I thought Cecil Harvey was a cool name for a protagonist, while at the same time being a normal name for a person. And that was Cecil, I liked using him a whole lot more than I did Lenore. It just felt more personal to have this character designed the way I wanted them to look and as such I felt so much more comfortable using him as a representation of myself. But then something shook up my world. As a one-off, I drew Cecil as a girl, appropriately named Cecilia to fit the gender bend. This image is in my gallery and it changed my entire perception of what I wanted my character to be. Using her as my handle felt interesting, it felt fresh, and I felt a connection to her that I had never felt to any of my other characters. It was at this time that I started to mature: Cecilia didn’t need super powers or complete dominion over a concept to be interesting, she just needed to be herself. The big mouse is kind, friendly and adventurous. She’s cuddly and sweet, and I couldn’t be more satisfied with how she looks.
Now I can get into the things I like about her specifically. Her design is the biggest, I chose a mouse as a fursona because I thought out of all the animals out there making a mouse character would be interesting. 7 some odd years later and I couldn’t think of another animal I would go with as a sona (except maaaaybe a kangaroo). I just love Cecilia’s big round ears, buck teeth, and even her furless tail. I’ve also learned more about mice and rats than I ever needed to. There was a very short period where Cecilia’s baseline figure was on the plus side, but I like her best slim and sleek, she isn’t too curvy to be unrealistic, but still shapely in a way that makes her attractive. The second thing I like about her is her background, it took me a while to come up with a good background for Cecilia what wasn’t just that she’s a female mouse. For the longest time she didn’t even have a last name, but after some inspiration I came up with something I am proud of. The uniqueness of her backstory isn’t that she has some tragic past or uncovered family drama. Cecilia’s uniqueness in the realm where a tragic traumatic backstory is a dime-a-dozen, is that she has a normal, happy life and was raised by parents who loved her like any parents should. My final thing that I like about her is her personality, it’s hard not to like someone who is joyful 90% of the time. In the case of Cecilia, her superpower is her ability to make friends and connections, very corny I know, but making connections is an incredible thing. It adds to one’s strength, and makes allies out of enemies. I describe Cecilia’s social skills as a DnD character who always passes their persuasion check, regardless of who she’s talking to or what is being said
That’s about all I have to say. The fondness I have for this character comes from using her as my handle for so long, I really feel like she is another aspect of myself, an aspect I really only get to express online. I’ve gone so far as to relate her to my other passions, I got art of her doing some of Jerma’s poses, and most recently I got art of her dressed as Sabrina from the webcomic. I hope to get more pieces like that in the future, and I know even more wonderful things are in store for this cute little mouse in the future.
Daily Journal 7
Posted 2 years agoToday I feel considerably less sick than I did yesterday. I was also able to stay up late with no need for caffeine or taurine. That was because I took a nap before dinner. Seems like the nap might finally be the solution to my sleep problem, and a healthy one at that. Only problem is that I don’t have the ability to take a nap whenever I please, nor do I always have the time to take said nap. Sometimes my family likes to do big gatherings were we get everyone together and have dinner. These are nice and I appreciate it very much, but I wish it didn’t encroach on the little time I have these days. It makes me a little frustrated when I know all I’ll have time for after everything is showering and sleeping. I’ve been making a serious effort to not get bent up about it, because it’s a very selfish and rude way of thinking, but sometimes I just can’t help it. I know we’re gonna do something for the Super Bowl. And if that goes the way I’m thinking then I won’t mind it as much, and maybe I’ll have a little fun too, but lost time is still lost time, and I hope I’ll be able to adapt. This time is acceptable because I know it’s coming and I can prepare. When these gatherings spring on me is when I get the most upset. Even then all I have to do is consistently get things situated as soon as possible when I return home. Whatever happens after that, I can handle.
Today also marks a full week of me doing this journal thing, I'll admit I didn't think I could keep at it for that long, didn't even think I'd make it past 3 days, but here I am still kicking. I guess writing whatever I want to isn't as hard as I though it would be. I haven't really ran out of things to say either, since when I don't have a pressing issue to talk about I can simply say how my day went and how I felt about it. Writing my journal takes up my break time at work, but I prefer that time to be focused anyway rather than mindlessly scrubbing through the internet to find value. I've stated before that I add to the journal throughout the day instead of writing it all at once, and that is still true on my work days. With that I have to be careful when I start predicting what has happened. I wrote yesterday that I enjoyed dinner before having it, and well, I did not enjoy dinner at all. This one was much tastier though. I also took another nap today, see if works out that I can finally enjoy my evenings without intense drowsiness
Today also marks a full week of me doing this journal thing, I'll admit I didn't think I could keep at it for that long, didn't even think I'd make it past 3 days, but here I am still kicking. I guess writing whatever I want to isn't as hard as I though it would be. I haven't really ran out of things to say either, since when I don't have a pressing issue to talk about I can simply say how my day went and how I felt about it. Writing my journal takes up my break time at work, but I prefer that time to be focused anyway rather than mindlessly scrubbing through the internet to find value. I've stated before that I add to the journal throughout the day instead of writing it all at once, and that is still true on my work days. With that I have to be careful when I start predicting what has happened. I wrote yesterday that I enjoyed dinner before having it, and well, I did not enjoy dinner at all. This one was much tastier though. I also took another nap today, see if works out that I can finally enjoy my evenings without intense drowsiness
Daily Journal 6
Posted 2 years agoToday I feel terrible, I felt pretty bad last night and have been feeling bad for 3 months. It’s not because of some mental block or anguish, or the fact that im in a job that sucks the fun out of my life, it’s because im sick
It started back in January when I had trouble breathing, I thought my asthma was just flaring up, confirmed by the fact that using my inhaler provided a little relief. After that I started to feel a little better, but my chest had always felt a little congested. I let it be without doing anything about it and here I am. My throat and lungs just feel icky and I’m not very strong or sound. When I feel like this my first solution is to eat fruit, specifically oranges. And so I packed a lunch of carrots and an apple. After I had those I felt a little better, but not terribly so. On my second break I got some orange juice, the cure all for my afflictions. After that I felt a whole lot better, but not quite tip top yet. Work was thankfully easy and simple, afterwards I did my home thing and overslept past dinner time, so I had to eat a lukewarm meal. Though I don’t think the food being any warmer would have saved it. I did not care for it at all, but I’m not terribly picky, so I ate it and that was that. Hopefully taking a long nap will allow me to stay up as late as I am wanting to, but I’ll have to see if it plays out that way.
It started back in January when I had trouble breathing, I thought my asthma was just flaring up, confirmed by the fact that using my inhaler provided a little relief. After that I started to feel a little better, but my chest had always felt a little congested. I let it be without doing anything about it and here I am. My throat and lungs just feel icky and I’m not very strong or sound. When I feel like this my first solution is to eat fruit, specifically oranges. And so I packed a lunch of carrots and an apple. After I had those I felt a little better, but not terribly so. On my second break I got some orange juice, the cure all for my afflictions. After that I felt a whole lot better, but not quite tip top yet. Work was thankfully easy and simple, afterwards I did my home thing and overslept past dinner time, so I had to eat a lukewarm meal. Though I don’t think the food being any warmer would have saved it. I did not care for it at all, but I’m not terribly picky, so I ate it and that was that. Hopefully taking a long nap will allow me to stay up as late as I am wanting to, but I’ll have to see if it plays out that way.
Daily Journal 5
Posted 2 years agoToday has been a very lazy day, I had the benefit of being woken up very early to run an errand. With that I had the chance to stop and get fast food breakfast. A nice start to my day, but then I kinda just sat around and watched youtube while passing messages back and forth. These aren't days I particularly like. Mostly since I have this ambition of being as productive as possible, though I have never even come a little bit close to where I want to be in regards to that. Writing a jounal like this is my way of beginning the process for being productive. But on a day like today there isn't much for me to talk about. I would really like to get a new art piece in the works, but I don't have a good idea, and I don't have an artist to contact. I have ways of getting these things though, artists that is, I don't know how to get ideas, if I did I would be rich.
That's about all I have to say this time. For today's events: I got woken up by a phone call that led to me driving earlier than usual for a day off. I had a chicken biscuit, I lounged in my bed and slept for about an hour before I opened this up and started to lazily type into it while watching videos. I tried to correspond with an artists, but I just don't have my idea fully fleshed out yet. I saw the Nintendo Direct with some creators who had very funny commentary and reactions to the whole thing. Then I had Mexican for dinner, and I chilled with a stream from Mr. 985 himself. All and all, a good day, and I'm ready for tomorrow
That's about all I have to say this time. For today's events: I got woken up by a phone call that led to me driving earlier than usual for a day off. I had a chicken biscuit, I lounged in my bed and slept for about an hour before I opened this up and started to lazily type into it while watching videos. I tried to correspond with an artists, but I just don't have my idea fully fleshed out yet. I saw the Nintendo Direct with some creators who had very funny commentary and reactions to the whole thing. Then I had Mexican for dinner, and I chilled with a stream from Mr. 985 himself. All and all, a good day, and I'm ready for tomorrow
