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Chalice of Blood / Israthoum split EP

Chalice of Blood / Israthoum split EP on Daemon Worship Productions 2013

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just watched gots again, thinkin of its influence on the matric. made me realise, what i do – ponder ideas rather than character -isn’t as bad as i thought. We need to come up with one applicable idea.

I been thinking about baldur. the structure usually is ‘i need someone to solve a problem for me, I do find someone who can but they want something in return, complicating things.’ And at that stage, and even at the finding helpful person stage, we can throw in obstacles. it doesn’t just expand the plot but the environment and chances for characterisation too. I’ll help you get to the fire of mordor but you have to go through cirith ungol first. And simply put up with gollum! Aragorn i’ll help you in the last battle but you have to free me from undeath – will he do that, or sneakily betray them? All reveals character.

Might seem cheesy but you could compliment him? Say you love his words or style and it’d be nice to get a reminder. You know what I mean?

Has to be a gnome cos they’re sorta jewlike, fairylike, but also quite ambiguous what they actually are, not heroic, not something a nerd would project his insecure idea onto, they’re just kind of irritating, pointless, contaminating with rubbishness to people just existing and I like that.

 

reading a book on creative writing and I do seem to be doing what it suggests. just not enough, but i know why. so hooray

The voodoo gigolo screamed, and throttled the paedo jew. Paedo jew grabbed a hardback of ‘my first shabbat’ and cunted vooodoo in the lips with it. The winery manager sighed and rearranged the magnolias

You know what, reading nietzche made me want weird bold new characters in my d+d story

Have you ever thought about imagingin your own Creation, and the birth of the gods and their story? Like Silmarillion or your dream about a world dying, becomign stars and forming a roaming being who creates another world anew. as the dist settles on a fresh universe, with newly born divine creatures, how do thigns play out? How do these unhuman beings go about existence and relate to each other. gets you thinking big picture, you could do away with anything in the real world that seems limiting, have your green world, whatever. I spose personally I’d draw upon what i started to learn of the womblike void, the hermaphrodite original creator etc, the mystery of Something following Nothing

Well shamans play around with gender yeah. they soemtimes change over entirely, they go on journeys outside their self, they merge with their anima and gain powers from the other side

Wintermuse – Well prehistoric cultures wouldn’t have capitalism selling them profitable ideas, wouldn’t have tv/media, be focussed on survival and instinct more than abstractions, and have small self contained cultures – i’d have thought that gender would evidently be more fluid. I imagine a quivering flower blooming when a fat brick is removed, his genitals become something that can morph and change at will and don’t define him. Maybe he went on a shamanic trip where he sees the vision of himself emerge as a barely physical flower from under a brick – he can speak to a gender bending shaman – maybe he’d fallen unconscious! Then returns to the world transformed!

So our scientist with his experiment threw his soul backwards into communion with a primitive shaman. Starting in a … setting in the modern world. Maybe away from civilisation at first.

We could have a genital crushing scene, definetely. MAybe as a sacrifice to the dark Goddess. Or instead of blacking out he goes down on someone, or blacks out when sandwiched in a conga line of sodomy

Thrudd Zarg. Baltan Mooker

Fantasy version of star wars. Cosomopolitan gormenghast.

Cuntface is a weatherbeaten old footdragger, drab clothes, good for travel, various signs of eccentricity poking out though. Bayla Swan, a young woman with short hair and even more drab, uneventful robe-type shift running down her slimness

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Boss John Curisity

Comparing star to a sweet meat. Very obviously, expressing the urge to bite, tear, consume.

Star would say he got very excited over a cake but I doubt he’d allow this possibility.

‘I’ve become nauseated now.’

Much later, after strongly implying that rape is a threat, she seduces him. A battle of wills, even during the sex. She succeeds in mashing his brains

Auggo Crow-catcher. Young, handsome, practical. A nice guy, unjudgemental, even unblinking at things that seem bizarre to others, he simply gets on with things as he knows they should be. Some principle of solidarity or work for work’s sake. (Gandalf the grey sweating, hair ragged, concentrating on the task)

The deep gnomes lived underneath/around the telukbetang human community for centuries. at first viewed as faeries, daemons, at least a part of the culture, they came to be seen more and more negatively and seperate.
Called unconcerned, not in an aloof way, but a shrinking, scared, calculating way.
Somewhat mixed up with the immigrants, with the Bosnian back-and-forth?
Ironically Nev has many of these worse traits; as if he is somewhat justified to suffer the malice.
A thief/general named Boss Ynawg Curiosity invades, persecutes the natives and the deep gnomes, but his behaviour is reflected in the natives reaction in turn. Deep-warrens blocked and burnt out, charred children’s corpses.
In a war we can see things play out. The politics, the conversations in corridors between great halls. Bosnia’s mix-up, abject enemies in their former opponent-jews’ houses, then back around again.

Mr Blake

Strange to relate to another guy’s libido – I feel i’m not sharing very well but even so I’m not getting enough! And that’s fucking me up a lot, so it seems unsurprising he’s so fucked up right now, even though it ‘s always been intimated it’s a lower priority to him. To me it’s a little humiliating, two guys dying for more attention, hoping the female will reciprocate – more often. Though it probably seems fitting to him – how he reveres Women and continually does not respect himself. Once I start writing I stop feeling the flow.
Satan’s darkness
promises destruction

I brought up the pig(p i y?) again last night – the exact day after contemplating him for exactly the same reason. A little scared, not completely trusting D in a rather fantastical way. Of voicing demon’s names in the presence of a cypher. (He would have to go to so much effort for little gain though to be a cypher)
E you are gentle with him so much but limited gentleness with me. I become very vulnerable and the best you can say is ‘oh you just want an excuse not to feel vulnerable again.’ You’ve taken nothing on board, not understood anything. You’ve thrown things at me and I’ve not attacked you

rip into cerebellum
I love women’s pain and fear
schizophrenic’s echo voice                                u don’t do anything
FOREST creepy it’s (ill)(tin)(try)
so focussed can’t remember reality of perch        dropout
dick melt explosively                        widow no longer in control
Theme                                    silence golden
satanism a reaction of christianity, like lust for murder, its all a reaction to its being taboo, they want to drive us to fuck up
when you actually meet him go to the (soil) and o BAYa, augh        how wide can a jaw go
bouncy shoes        (line) black apples
rag up lady young man bites open
spongy web forest    judderman                        tie up      I like you
4 yrold    love    line
murderer or rapist revels in it now finds it gone and mourns the loss of his life ‘I want my life back’
fox in hole shared by lion   jumps out of hole to grab (other) fox   distraction       block and duck   uppercut under arm
geometry maths dehumanised incarnation of facts robotised passive, no individual thought (hard times Dickens)
darling, come, we must have words.
Dance with me in the moonlight,
When your Sun is gone,
You will not dance for long.
lovey dovey weak        passion not        don’t need pidge        cannot decry – without would be boring and escape E’s interest        cowardly silent about Gelf <–> perversion    difficult of absence of E return to cold and at first shivering intent        diaphanous very light easy to see through         calliope chin whap
throwaway, rotting – what they don’t understand

A new government programme to make better use of prisoners sees the Joker being employed on a community empowerment programme. Here he gains access to various buildings and artistic supplies and sets about on a series of harmless but illegal and society-taunting pranks, such as painting police stations pink, strategically placing mirrors on major motorway intersections and replacing the facesof politicians on advertising boards with those of warring insect invaders from another galaxy. Batman has been investigating child murders, and, enraged at the distraction, hunts him down.  With desperate neurotic grin retorts to enraged Batman, All so boring!! (not funny)

chases him as joker flees, leaving a trail of stolen bouquets, to a chemical processing plant, where he falls into a sluice. His body isn’t recoverd.

Panel focussing on a demented clown covered in chemical waste once again, emerging from a back pipe in a forest lake. The Joker stands erect, grinning in surprise under the starlight, a young girl’s legs parted in front of him, pallid, and horrifically mutilated.

caption:Hahhaha now THAT’s funny

For the rest of the issue Joker decides to change tack slightly and become a creepy paedophile stalker.

\joker comfortable with feet in the air, toying with obscured captive with a knife, and maybe sexually threatening. Can’t be bothered, he concludes, beginning the story.