I'm Alive!No, Comic Con didn't kill me. Filled me with joy, broke my heart, gave me a place to fit in, yes. Kill me, no. I'm sure some of you might have thought that seeing as I never did update my journal after I got back. Sorry.
Anyway, college is back. I managed to get in both Stained Glass and Creative Writing. Eventually I'll post stuff from those. (I don't actually want to post my stained glass piece until after Christmas, it's a commission form a friend for her husband's Christmas present and I don't want it on the interwebs until it's been gifted). Speaking of which, I've started working on some of the stained glass pieces I'm giving people for Christmas. I think I'll be able to post some of them before Christmas, but since so many of the people I'm making them for have their own DA accounts, I'm going to have to wait.
I'll also be posting the three stories I'm writing for Creative Writing, probably along with some of my better writing activities. But that'll be a while; I have to type t
Halt vs. GoatTitle: Halt vs. GoatHalt vs. Goat6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice
Word Count: 3,486
Halt Kisses The GoatTitle: Halt Kisses the GoatHalt Kisses The Goat6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice
Genre: Family, Friendship, Humor
Word Count: 1,430
Warnings: If you cannot stand extreme cuteness then do not read this story, it will kill you. Spoilers for books 6 and 7!
Halt leaned casually on the wooden fence, watching the scene before him with a warm, happy feeling in his heart. Next to him perched Will, now a fully fledged Ranger for over six years. Will had his elbows resting on his knees and his chin resting in his hands, gazing lovingly at the same spectacle as his friend and mentor.
The two Rangers watched Will's two year-old daughter, Myfy, play with her sandy-haired pet goat. Her curly brown hair bounced as she toddled around and her grey eyes sparkled with joy. Myfy was the most adorable little girl in all of Araluen, at least according to her parents and her adoptive grandparents, Halt and Pauline.
Will loved that Myfy had inherited her mothe
The Importance of CoffeeThe Importance of CoffeeThe Importance of Coffee4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Ranger's Apprentice Fanfic
It was an abnormally cold winter in the Kingdom of Araluen and people were doing everything possible to keep warm. They spent much of their free time huddled around fireplaces drinking tea and coffee. Everyone wore more layers of clothes than they usually would have, even in winter. Some wore so much clothing as to slightly impede their movements. This would have been comical, watching them try to move normally, except it was just too cold to find humor in much of anything.
Despite these frigid temperatures, the Ranger Halt and his apprentice, Will, had traveled a full day and a half from a neighboring fief. They had been called away from Redmont fief to come to the aid of a fellow Ranger who had been injured while in pursuit of a man convicted of murder and his accomplices. Kaden, the Ranger who had been injured, sent word to Halt with details of the situation and a request for assistance. Halt and Will had immediately
How Would You Know?Title: How Would You Know?How Would You Know?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movie)
Word Count: 1,439
Summary: Did you ever wonder how Gimli was able to identify that the substance on the leaves in Fangorn Forest was Orc blood in the Two Towers? This is what my dad, my brother, and I came up with.
Gimli stuck his gloved finger into the dark liquid splashed over the leaves of a bush. He put his finger to his lips and licked the unknown substance. "Orc blood," he announced and spat on the ground.
Aragorn nodded and searched the ground for tracks to follow.
Legolas looked at the dwarf with a puzzled expression. "How could you possibly know that, Gimli?" he asked.
"Well " Gimli began, but did not continue. His mind drifted back to a memory of long ago.
Gimli, a mere adolescent, walked through one of the many tun
Trial by Poison, Chapter 1Chapter 1Trial by Poison, Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
King Rian, ruler of Thislaund, sat on his solid oak throne, a scowl marking his face. In agitation he drummed his ring encrusted fingers on the armrest. He was not looking forward to this meeting with her. At the thought he made a noise that was halfway between a snort and a snarl. What was the Guild thinking, allowing a girl to become an apprentice? he pondered with disgust. It was disgraceful.
Knowing he could only put this off for so long he stopped fidgeting. The king reached up to ensure his ruby studded gold crown was situated properly on his head. He ran his hands down the front of his black velvet doublet, straightening any wrinkles. To expose the heraldry embroidered in gold on his rich purple cloak he rose slightly and tugged on the fabric until it covered his right side. Most of the heraldry, a mythical creature similar to a giant lizard with large plates along its back and a spiked tail, was now visible. All of this was done to maximiz
Trial by Poison, Chapter 2Chapter 2Trial by Poison, Chapter 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That night Raven sat in the kitchen of the house she shared with her teacher. Her large collection of knives was spread on the table in front of her. Behind the line of blades, a neat row of glass bottles and jars full of poisons in various forms. Beyond the poisons lay her rapier, her hand-and-a-half short sword, and her cutlass. To the young assassin's right sat a crossbow and a quiver full of bolts and to her left the now unrolled parchment carrying the information for her assignment.
She sat with her tools, considering which was best for her task. Absently she stared at the ceiling as she ran her fingers over the hilts of her knives with a loving gentleness. It had been nearly three hours since she returned home from her infuriating audience with the king. Once she got back she had laid out her weapons and looked over the details of her assignment. Then she contemplated her options, trying to develop a plan. An idea had started to form over the past
Prayer of the RefugeePreface: All of the dialog and much of the character's thoughts are the lyrics to Rise Against's song, Prayer of the Refugee.Prayer of the Refugee5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prayer of the Refugee
The young man walked through the grungy prison camp. Twilight was swiftly turning into night and the temperature was dropping even faster than the sun. The ragged clothes he wore were not enough to keep the chill out. He had to find someplace to get warm.
As he made his way through the camp, he saw the glow of a trashcan fire. He headed toward it, longing for its light and warmth. The fire came into view, and with it, the silhouette of the old man sitting in front of it.
The young man hesitated, unsure if it was safe to approach the man, there were so many dangerous people in the camp. As if sensing someone was watching him, the old man turned and the young man saw his face. It was lined with wrinkles from years of hard work and suffering. There was a hard, bitter look in his eyes. The look softened when he saw the young m
Trial by Poison, Chapter 4Chapter 4Trial by Poison, Chapter 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Raven sat cross legged on the ground of her small campsite, staring at one of her saddle bags, which lay on the grass in front of her. It had been seven days since she had arrived at The Chosen's encampment, after spending two days traveling. The time since her arrival had been spent observing the cult and, more specifically, its leader, Talbot Foley. Now she believed she had enough information to successfully poison her target.
She had time to put her plan into action before the king's army would arrive. The army should have left seven days after she had and it would take them at least twice as long to travel the same distance. This meant she could expect them in no less than two days. Most assassins' missions only allotted a day or two of observation. The young assassin was glad she had the extra time; it had helped calm the anxiety she still felt over her first assignment.
Raven focused her mind on reviewing what she had learned about Talbot Foley. He
I Wish I Lived in a Zombie...I Wish I Lived in a Zombie ApocalypseI Wish I Lived in a Zombie...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everybody at some point in time
Has wished to live somewhere else
About these other places
Me to, sometimes
But other times I wish I lived in a zombie apocalypse
Because problems would be straightforward
And trying to eat your brain
Or just you
Depending on which version of zombie
Problems like this can be dealt with using a
A Molotov cocktail
Not like now where problems
Are not straightforward
Cannot always be dispatched
Are hidden in the good things
If I lived in a zombie apocalypse
And it would not matter
If my poetry sucks
I wish I lived in a zombie apocalypse