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There's been drawing today! Well, some drawing, mostly photoshopping. But oh well.



( of posh people )

Also! I've aquired Legend of the Seeker because... well, because I'm bored, mostly. And avoiding my thesis. Shall watch it tomorrow. WILL I LIKE IT? WILL I HATE IT? I know there are young ladies dressed entirely in red leather, which sounds sort of hot, to be honest.

Wow, it has been a long time since I'd shared any art, hasn't it? And, if you've friended me in the last, oh, six months or so, yeah, I do draw, lol.

( lots of horns! )

Him & Her
Chinese ink on bond paper, retouched in photoshop.

Fiiiinally, a drawing I actually like, after some time of being in such a rut, art wise. Hopefully my block will get better! (also, I'm sort of working in a 'line' of birthday cards, to be sold in Etsy as part of my 'help get me back to England' fund, details to come later.)

Short story time! A translation should be coming to a theatre LJ near you, uh, sometime in the next few days. Because I am lazy, yes. Anyway, for all that I spent ages writing it (I only wrote it during school, at a rate of like, 500 meager words per week, lol), I'm sort of fond of this one, especially because I hadn't allowed myself to sound so mexican in my writing in, oh, ages. Also present is my blantant love for repetition, haha.

Horizonte
Original - 2373 palabras
Cuando logran escaparse, la capota del convertible del ’84 abajo y 200 mil dólares en billetes chicos en el asiento trasero, parece casi mentira.

( Lara se ríe, no ha dejado de reírse desde que salieron a carretera. Se suelta el pelo y dice A poco no parezco estrella de Hollywood, y Daniel la besa, una mano en la nuca y manejando a la suerte. )

Injustice of injustices - I got a ticket! Just outside my house, what the fuck, traffic officers never come this way! ;____;

Weeell I hadn't written something this twisted in a long time. o_O It was nice, though. Also, I like this dude. He's got quite a lot of potential as Stock Creepy Character. Hmm.

Look Into the Mirror
Original - 1600 words
It basically is about a very twisted kid that travels on time and makes out with himself. Yeah.

( Everything starts when he brings his cat back to life. )

I started shaping this up in my head in English, and then I realized it and went 'no, no, bad brain, bad!' I will translate it, but I have to quit writing in English by default - it's bad enough that I use English grammar in dialogue already. *headdesk*

Anyway I liiiike this. So twisted and weird.

Mírate en el espejo
Original - 1577 palabras
Básicamente trata de un tipo bastante enfermo que viaja en el tiempo y termina besandose a si mismo. Er.

( Todo empieza cuando resucita a su gato. )

Just after I wrote about not being able to write anything, it all just started flowing. No, I don't get my brain either. o_O

Two of a Kind
Original - 1620 words
A girl, a boy, a lake and a morbid lifestyle.
AN: Like I promised, weird and experimental. I have to admit I'm sort of in love with this, though. Written with the prompts: 38, deep waters, run-down buildings, and the world burning down.

( She likes to sit on the pier’s wooden planks, knees hugged close to her body and staring at the deep water. She can’t see the bottom, only darker water after dark water, and it makes her shudder. )

I baked cupcakes today! Banana cupcakes with pecans and cinnamon and cream cheese frosting, actually. They're really really yummy and, FINALLY, kinda cute! I went a bit overboard with the food coloring, so the frosting is a bit ZOMG YELLOW, but they're still nice. :) YAYZ, especially after last week's fiasco, lol.

I also wrote a bit. Not exactly sure what it is, but I kinda like it. And I'd thought I'd evaded wing-fic. Hee.

Title: SOHW
Word Count: 725
Author Notes: zurizip gave me as prompt the title of a story she'd written, 'The Softness of his Wings', but I felt weird about using someone else's title, so. Acronym it is. Also written with lilian_cho's prompt: Delusional.

( Sus alas se vuelven incómodas al tercer día.  )

And in English.
( His wings become uncomfortable on the third day. )

I wrote this while listening to three of Slut's albums on repeat, over and over again, so much thanks to them and their wonderful music. This is also a bit of a tribute to my never ending love for The Libertines. In a way. Kinda.

Title:With the Sun in Your Eyes
Word Count: 3962
Summary: Sex, drugs, and rock and roll, baby. Four guys, trying to make it in Southern France. Both het and slash.
Author Notes: Um, remember the 'make your own album cover' meme? Yeah, well, I WROTE RPS OF MY FICTIONAL BAND. This is kind of pourtant's fault because she said she'd write about her own fictional band if I did so as well. And, well, I kinda really loved the idea, in the end, lol.

( There are girls everywhere. They take a liking to you all, these strange creatures of post-it pink lipstick and bright eyes, giggles on their mouths as they treat the four of you to drink after drink after the show, these girls that drink the vodka out of your mouths only to get a bit of a high. )

This was heavily isnpired by this book I used to read a lot as a child: A Pack of Lies by Geraldine McCaughrean. I remember being really creeped by it, although it really wasn't that scary at all.

Title: Gemini
Word Count: 1000
Author Notes: A quick translation of: Géminis. I'm still not crazy about the ending, but I'm not feeling especially awesome right now to try and fix it.

( It is raining when Alina looses her reflection... )

I'm... ambivalent about this one. Now that I've finished it, though, I'm certain of sending Chromatic Circle to the short story contest. It's just much more rounded as a story. *shrug* Anyway, this is the story about the girl that looses her reflection. I should be translating it to English in a bit.

Título: Géminis
Número de palabras: 1000
Notas: Inspirado por un libro que me gustaba mucho de chica, A Pack of Lies (o Una Sarta de Mentiras, que es como siempre lo recuerdo) de Geraldine McCaughrean. Técnicamente no es un libro de horror, pero me acuerdo que si me asustó bastante cuando tenía unos diez.

( Está lloviendo cuando Alina pierde su reflejo. )