Hello my freaky darlings!
Today is friday, aunt rosie's wake and tomorrow is the funeral, I have a family reunion tonight as well and I am expected to be the tough cookie in the batch...
in one word...SUCKS!!!
Okay, now that I have vented, onward to novel news...okay, the novel is going great and I just had major brainwave via Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright...
Too true a fan of these guys, I found some great tips for character development by watching some of their works and by getting some advice from Pickle himself...who is doing scott pilrim vs. the world by the way...and honestly, it is working out well...
I plan to finish some of the short stories in the series and also to complete the main novel to which all come from in my series...I also got a new idea for another series with a new family and main character...I can unveil him at a later date and this is largely in due to Matthew Goode and Simon D'Arcy...so thanks boys...
In conclusion, I figured such strokes of genius in a matter of a few hours deserved some attention and the need to vent over took as well...so with that I'm off...only half a day of work today and soon a quick vacay before classes start for fall....sweetness....
WELL,
That is all, have a lovely weekend my freaky darlings and see you asap...
xoxoxoXOXOXO
TaSunke
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Edmund Patrick Mountbatten
Hello my freaky darlings!
Okay, here is a quick profile of Eddie or Paddy...(depending on who is talking about him)
Edmund Patrick Mountbatten
Born April 8th, 1978 to Patrick and Wilhelmina Battenburg, distant relatives of Louis, 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma.
Relative of Percival Edward Windsor Romanovic, the brother to Aleksandreyeva Romanovic (vampiric tie)
Eddie as called by Percy and Paddy as called by Alek, is the best friend to each in their own way.
Edmund is a 2nd time graduate student at NYU pursuing a masters at the Tisch School of the Arts. He previously graduated with his first masters from Harvard's JFK school of government and found that political life was not for him. He is an aspiring script writer and film director. With Percy, they are co captains of the NYU Fencing team and also the top two students in the Tisch school with 4.0s respectively.
His family comes from London, England and he was born there. His family relocated to the States when he was 10 and he attended Saint Paul Elementary school, he was entered into Loyola, the college prep high school, his freshmen year. He graduated with honors from Loyola and recieved a full scholarship to any school of his choice at Harvard.
Edmund is 6'2", tall and lean, with lean muscularity and swiftness. He ran track for Loyola and broke 7 records of the school and state. He has medium length black hair, fair skin, and green eyes. He is striking and has a personality that fills the room.
Paddy commonly accompanies Alek on her many escapades and escapes from her two watch dog brothers, Nicolai and Dmitri. When she wants to be alone, Paddy usually picks up Alek for a night on the town or whatever she wishes to do, often showing up to pick her up in his Black 300 or his black Hayabusa racer.
Paddy adores Alek and harbors feelings for her, which he represses in light of her real lifestyle and future as a vampire. He also admires and respects Percy as much as Alek does. He goes out of his way to do things for her and he stands up for her, acting much like an older brother or protector.
now there is paddy in a hand bag...lol...but enough said, I am going to post some of my idea pics here and let it be for a few minutes before I post again...
so til then, enjoy my freaky darlings,
TaSunke
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Matthew Goode...the newest muse on the block...Vampire???
Greetings! Okay since my last deep post, I totally had brainwave...I made another embodiement for a character in the novel and hey...its a keeper....its alek's friend and close confidant, Edmund Patrick Mountbatten...he is a relative to alek's brother Percy...his embodiment is the beautiful Matthew Goode, now I was playing with leaving him blonde or black haired and the black haired version caught more appeal....lol...but anyways....I figured I would mention that and post a pic of matthew.....for thought....lol
ta ta my freaky darlings!
xoxoxoxo
TaSunke
Death...is it really the end???
Felicitations!
Personally, I believe in a higher power, I believe in two faiths, because I come from two worlds...I am part white and native american, I cannot change that, and I know there has to be a reason why...I feel empowered through my faith, it carried me through everything and it helps me with my creativity...all gifts that I think are god given...its awesome...but to tell you the truth, I can honestly say that half of my life for about a good ten years of it, I was raised in the christian faith, the other ten I was also raised in the lakota traditional ways....I can truly say that I am a child of both worlds...I am balanced but also on a journey...self discovery is on the way...opening up everyday and making ways for me to succeed...
I guess, what I am trying to say is that death is inevitable...but faith can make it easier...find that center...make that choice to believe...find your faith again if you lost it, just make the way back...then once you have conquered your fear, you will conquer death...so here it is...my big topic today...and this was brought on by the recent deaths in my life that have taken place...but we need to live...if we do not live, where is the sense of everything???
I can't wait till my time here is over in this life...I get to be with all my family and my friends again...I get to sing with my brother Wayne again...play with my sisters, dance with them, just be with them...I want to live for them...so I do...I use all my gifts, my talents, and my passions to survive...to show them that its okay...and that life will go on...I can only hope to pass on this outlook to my children, when I have them...something to share...but that is for then...
So til then, it looks like I get to be here, blog, write, do my thing and other stuff...and so I get more inspiration...this novel I finish, I will do so with love and the best of my ability...its going to rock...
okay...deep time over...but I just want to put up a pic of the person waiting for me on the otherside...I miss my brother so much, but I can't wait til my journey is over...
so check him out...and I can't wait til the end of my journey...
so thats it for the deep part!
I will post a little later in better spirits...
til then my freaky darlings...
xoxoxoXOXOXO
TaSunke
Thursday, August 13, 2009
A quick jot!
Greetings my freaky darlings!
How are we today? I trust all is fine and well with you all? Is so good...if not...sad day...
But anyways, I am just on my way out of the office and thought to update and say hello here...been rather busy, but I thought, hey..I could show some love...
so here it is...LOVE!!!! k? well...that's pointless but so is all blogging...so here is my pics of randomness and joy and a quick end to my jot....lol...
ttyl at the house peeps!
xoxoxo
TaSunke
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Musings on the Human Complex Emotions
Greetings!
Sitting here today in my office, I come across a few examples of human complex emotions...it occurs to me that they are the main emotions...anger...sadness...happiness...and dare I say it, Love...so far today I have seen more outpourings of love than ever...in many different fashions and ways...you have to google love and that is only the beginning...you can find love in almost anything...even acts of cruelty...can you believe it??? How strange are we when there can be so many ways to say or show I love you that also borders for some people on acts of cruelty or inhumanity??? I guess they say, when one is in love they will do anything for the one they love...yeesh...lol...but I like love...its a lot better than being angry, although at most times, you could be angry and in love, one could be sad or happy and in love...its natural...like the full spectrum of color in a rainbow...oh how enlightening...lol...but anyways...I just wanted to muse a much as I could...and forgive me if this sounds a bit incoherent or off topic...I just got bit by the love bug again and I also went into my musing mode...so bare with me...
xoxoxoxo
TaSunke
Sitting here today in my office, I come across a few examples of human complex emotions...it occurs to me that they are the main emotions...anger...sadness...happiness...and dare I say it, Love...so far today I have seen more outpourings of love than ever...in many different fashions and ways...you have to google love and that is only the beginning...you can find love in almost anything...even acts of cruelty...can you believe it??? How strange are we when there can be so many ways to say or show I love you that also borders for some people on acts of cruelty or inhumanity??? I guess they say, when one is in love they will do anything for the one they love...yeesh...lol...but I like love...its a lot better than being angry, although at most times, you could be angry and in love, one could be sad or happy and in love...its natural...like the full spectrum of color in a rainbow...oh how enlightening...lol...but anyways...I just wanted to muse a much as I could...and forgive me if this sounds a bit incoherent or off topic...I just got bit by the love bug again and I also went into my musing mode...so bare with me...
xoxoxoxo
TaSunke
Here we go again...stuck on Adrian Veidt
Okay, so hello, and what is up to everyone?
Today I am still on a Veidt kick. I love that guy! Adrian Veidt and Jon Osterman are some of my heroes! I love the whole Watchmen comic book series and I read it for my comic books class...and yes that was an actual class...lol...but anyways, I just wanted to post some pics of him and gush for one last time and I will finish watching Watchmen for the 25th time. I'm so proud! lol...I love Adrian!!!! He is just awesome!!! He floats my boat any day...and check him out in the purple...rocking the emperor's colors...nice...and we both have alexander the great complexes so its all kewl...much love and respect to Adrian Veidt!!!
For now,
PEACE!
TaSunke
Do the ends justify the means??? Adrian Veidt
Do the Ends, Justify the Means.
As I sit here and look through my “class” books, I search for a quote worth working with for this third paper. I re-read Batman, I glance at Fallen Son, I look over
As we read the novel and find out all the pieces to the puzzle, we find out who done it and why. How did the comedian fit in, why kill him and not buy him off, why the big elaborate plot to bring out a catastrophe large enough to pull society out of its apathy and hate for one another? This is the means. Veidt’s plan to save humanity by a perceived global common enemy is pulled off. To do this all the events in watchmen unfold and take place. This all leads to an unknown but generally assumed peaceful end. However, it is Dr. Manhattan’s statement that leaves a bad thought to linger in the back of not only Veidt’s but my mind as well. Did I do the right thing? Did I have the right to kill millions of people, for the greater good? Did I just break up millions of lives and scare billions more into believing a falsehood simply to save humanity? What have I done, really? Did I accomplish anything at all?
In my head, these are my thoughts, as I place myself in Veidt’s shoes. I make his decisions, I rationalize them, and I make them my own, so as to understand why this dramatic action would shock the world into peace. I, personally, find that the ends to justify the means. In the short term, that is. Were I Veidt, I would say that I was successful and that I have saved humanity at the cost of only a few million people. Pennies as opposed to the “dollars” saved. Their sacrifice was necessary to help make the plan believable and more attached to humanity. It is here at this thought, that I stand back, horrified by my own thoughts. Not by the ease at which I had thought of how best to execute the plan and carry it out, but to actually feel like I had accomplished something, like Veidt feels he does. I suddenly feel very inhuman and uncaring. I feel like a monster.
This is where I start to realize what my thoughts could have done, just like Veidt thinks when he is talking to Dr. Manhattan. I need to ask for reassurance. Did I do the right thing? In our world and our reality, we are not that sick. We don’t need to be shocked by acts of cruelty and violence to act. In this world, Veidt’s plan and my acceptance of it would not be right. In Veidt’s world, however, this is just what is needed. In class, we had the discussion, as mentioned in the first paragraph, do the ends justify the means? Here, in the watchmen’s universe, they do. They answer the questions of right and wrong and justifiable homicide without a flinch or a blink of Veidt’s eye. He plans this meticulously and even includes putting himself in danger to make sure that this plan of his goes off without any troubles via the rest of the watchmen. In my eyes and in my own words, I had defended Veidt’s actions and a good majority of my classmates held with me. Some who didn’t felt Veidt had a God complex. This can be said of anyone who feels they are apart of anything and can make a difference or even count for something in society. If so, then do we all have God complexes? Heaven knows we are all flawed, but no one really thinks they are god. Who can be?
I still hold with Veidt’s decisions and plans. I still think he made the right choice. His world needed to be targeted by something humanity can collectively fight against. So as to turn his society back into a united front, for how long, you might ask. I know that we can’t be so sure. We, the readers, are left with only our imaginations to take over. Many of us hope for the best, however, many readers hope for the worst. A sort of comeuppance for what Veidt did to his world. I stand by
In our world, this is wrong in so many ways. It is nearly pointless here in reality. Yet, in this novel, I believe we can say that the ends to justify the means. The dramatics, the plot, and the carnage, are all necessary to the end. Without them, the watchmen universe has no order, in such a place, it is true that only chaos can rule. Thank goodness our world isn’t like that. Or we’d be dead, like those in
Monday, August 10, 2009
Hole in the Earth....An Adrian Veidt story
Greetings to all!
This blog today is a quick Adrian Veidt fan fiction work by me and yes, I do love Adrian...he is a dream guy for me and he and I are a little too similar for comfort...well, it could be made comfortable...*giggles*...I just started typing this to make up some lost time in the Veidt column and also to take a break from the other novel which I have titled Forever, and its a saga too! I have other stories which all fit in and are ready to roll...so here we go....
Disclaimer: I don't own Adrian, wish I did, but I don't...I don't own Watchmen and other than Adrian, this has nothing to do with that great comic...so don't hate me or anything...lol
My inspiration was watching Adrian and listening to this awesome song by the deftones...they are muses to me...
Hole in the Earth - By TaSunke21
Karnak:
As he stands there watching Night Owl and Silk Spectre leave, Adrian Veidt feels remorse. Remorse and doubt. "Did I do the right thing?", says the little voice in Adrian's head. In an instant, flashes of faces come into his mind like stabs from a million knives. He tries to dodge them all with a quick blink and a sigh but to no avail. "How did this all happen?" wonders Veidt. In his thoughts he sees all that he did up to this point and remembers exactly how. In fact, he even remembers in great detail, how only minutes ago, he informed the rest of the Watchmen and sacrificed his greatest friend and ally, Bubastis, all with clear mind and unclouded, unflinching brutality. It was an ease that scared him now, though he had to admit, it felt right at the time. "My poor girl, I hope she forgives me.", says a sadly bemused Adrian. He thinks back to day he had her made, a grueling and heartbreaking process, which bore no results in the first 10 test subjects. Adrian had to admit, that each subject that died, he felt a little of their deaths to himself, as he thought it was only fair for his want of a perfect feline being the cause. How on earth did he manage the suffering of each failed attempt? Simply waiting for lucky number 11, is what did the trick, and sure enough, the process was completed and his girl, Bubastis was born. Since that day, he lavished all his attention on her and had no other pets but her. She even became his closest companion, his dearest friend, til her end. At the thought of the words her end, Adrian winces and knows that her death had been in vain. A trivial attempt at keeping the only super man living at bay. The intrinsic field remover that made Dr. Manhattan what he was, only delayed him for a matter of minutes. A failing on Adrian's part. This thought leads Adrian to wonder, "If Bubastis died in vain, then what makes me so sure that I managed to save anyone at all?" A waste. A general heaping waste of life and time. How did it come to this and why? Adrian knew exactly why. Nuclear war. Death and destruction of billions, death of the planet itself. Surely this had to be a better alternative than the former and served as incentive to the latter. He could no longer deny that what he did was moral wrong. Ethically, however is a different story entirely. What he accomplished soared beyond anything that Alexander the Great ever did or dreamt of doing. Adrian saved humanity. He saved the planet and walked away, able to breathe without difficulty. Unlike most, namely the millions in the cities attacked, who don't breathe at all now. Yet there had to be this sacrifice. There has to be a giving of something in order for us to take. And taking is something that humanity does all too easily and without justification. So why should this be any different? "I did the right thing." surmises a bemused Adrian. Not lost on him was the irony of how only hours earlier, he and Bubastis enjoyed a lovely brunch and had the rest of Adrian's things moved from his apartment in New York to his mansion in upstate New York. There at his new mansion was waiting Adrian's Fiancee, a mere girl of 20 years old, with the brownest eyes and most beautiful auburn hair he had ever seen. When he saw her for the first time at a charity function in the city, he couldn't stop staring at her. He soon found himself asking after her, wanting to know everything he could know about her. Her name is Alexandria. "How fitting." He mutters to himself as he watches her being twirled on the dance floor by another gentleman. Grinning to himself, he thought of how much Bubastis would like a mother figure around and how he could do with a pretty young thing on his arm. Then and there, Adrian Veidt fell in love. After speaking to some of his society associates, he learns the name of her father and that he is there at the function as well as his daughter. He is pointed out to Adrian. All doubts aside, he immediately introduced himself to the girl's father and gained his trust. In the back of his mind, Adrian ponders the ease with which he has just gained over another ally and a prize all in one shot. At once, he thinks back to his role model, Alexander, and remembers his marriage to a younger woman for political reasons. Adrian smirks and knows that this is not that age, but it fits all the same. But not really, in his heart Adrian knows he could love the girl, and Bubastis will warm up to her. He was marrying for love. Love. A new feeling entirely for Adrian. Up until this point he has only had a strong feeling of respect and admiration for some people, but never love. Even his parents, he never loved them. Bubastis. His friends in the Watchmen. Respect and admiration. His two main stays of feeling at hand. Wondering why she was so different, Adrian is lost in his thoughts, as she, on the arm of her father is presented to Adrian. With those soulful, deep, chocolaty brown eyes of hers staring at him and her long auburn hair in waves, she speaks and melts the ice around Adrian's heart. In his mind, Adrian grieves for his beloved friend Bubastis, but in his heart, he rejoices. He is joyful at the outcome of the events of today. As he sits upon a throne from Egypt, Adrian is truly happy that his casualty list is so short and that all that has happened, has only happened to him and Bubastis. Nothing touched her. His Alexandria. She is safe and his promise to her dead father of keeping her safe and well cared for rings in his ears. "I did it all for her and she will never know it." States an elated Adrian. It was only fair, as this was his cross to bare. She had no part in it and would know nothing of it. He loved her and she loved him, she even adored Bubastis and was reciprocated by the feline. Things were so perfect. Now Adrian is sure, he did the right thing. He killed millions to save billions. In exchange for the senseless deaths at the hands of nuclear war, he reasoned that he now gave them purpose and honor. For a world at peace, there had to be some sacrifice. A fact that he has now come to full terms with. Although, being the smartest man on earth, its not forgotten by him that only moments before he doubted himself and his actions. How silly of him to think himself a failure. He did the right thing. As Adrian stands to leave and head to the hanger and take his plane back to the States, a familiar purr is heard behind him. Slowly turning, he finds the source of the sound, amongst the video screens that all show the many nations on earth gathering to make peace, a recording of Bubastis earlier in the day is now playing on one of the main screens. Watching her rub her head against Adrian's hand, he notices her adoration of him. Adrian knew what it was to be loved and admired but he never really let the effect take over. He let it hit him all at once and he dropped to knees, yet not a sound nor a tear escaped him. He caught his breath and picked himself up again, shutting off the screens and the celluloid image of his lost friend. He heads to the master bedroom and changes out of his suit into a more suitable outfit for his flight back to the States. A flight that would take him back to Alexandria. He steps into the hanger and onto his plane, the flight attendant and pilot welcoming faces for the tired Adrian. He sits in his seat with a quiet and determined looked on his face. The flight attendant, a woman named Allison, makes small talk with Adrian, speaking of all the devastation left after the attack and the millions dead. Yet, Allison is not so saddened, as she tells Adrian she has no family in the cities and is thankful for it. 'How strange.' Adrian thinks. With a sigh and a grimace, Adrian asks for some time to rest and for the ETA of their flight back to his private airport. 8 hours. 8 hours of sleep and rest to try to hide the strain from her. 8 hours to wish away the pain that has built up again. He falls into a slumber that produces the most vivid dream he has ever had. He dreamt that he was living in better times, with no nuclear weapons, no struggle against death or greed. No fear. Everything is in abundance and life is good. He dreams of Alexandria, her face cupped in his hands and her eyes staring at him. He knows this memory, it isn't a dream at all. She stares at him and brings out the fire in his soul, all of his passions and needs rising within him. He slowly kisses her and begins to take off her robe. In one movement, he pushes the robe off her shoulders and to the floor, a kiss shared in between each moment. She pushes him a little and breaks the kiss. She attempts to reach down for the robe and he stops her. His action all the explanation she needs. She starts to step backward and away from him. His hands are too strong and his feet too quick. She starts to push away from him harder, but to no avail. Adrian has her firmly in his grasp and he pulls her to his bedroom as gently as possible. He tries to gently lay her down on the bed, but is stopped by her pushing and pleading. She softly cries and begs Adrian to wait until they are married. He stops his kisses and loosens his hold on her wrists. He stares into her eyes and brushes the tears from them. He takes her face in his hands and cups it there, as he stares at her, longingly and lovingly, he kisses all the tears and their marks away from her beautiful face. The look in his eyes let her know that there was no going back, Adrian confirmed the realization by wrapping a strong arm around her and letting himself rest on top of her. 'How quickly she accepted the outcome.' goes through Adrian's mind and the memory of her soft hands touching the exposed skin under his shirt. "That's right, my love, don't be afraid." He told her as he continued to unbutton his shirt and pull it out from his belt and pants. Knowing that he could save some time and be sensible, he undoes his buckle and the top of his pants, then pulls his shirt ends out to take off. Alexandria shudders and gasps a little at the full sight of Adrian's chest. The scars along with the well toned muscle, the sculptured abs, and smooth texture of his skin where no scars rested. As Adrian took off his shirt and pulled off his belt, Alexandria shuddered beneath him and a calming hush comes from Adrian's lips. She stops shivering, but cannot stop her trembling under him. 'Why does she fear me?' wonders Adrian. He looks at her and starts to reach for the slit in her purple nightgown. He finds it and pushes his hand up the skin of her leg and runs his hand up to her underwear. He leans back and gets to his knees and takes her leg in his hand and lifts it to the other side of him, simultaneously using the other hand to pull off the boy shorts she decided to wear. Her hand darts to his wrist and she catches him off guard, attempting one last time to subdue him and avert the coming storm. They stare at each other both knowing that there is no stopping now. One last feeble attempt to sway him with words, Alexandria starts to cry again, thinking it will stop this foolishness. It doesn't and Adrian rips the slit in her night gown a little higher for his purposes. She lets out a whimper and a sob, but is comforted by Adrian. "Just relax and lay back, don't move or try to get away. I want this to be a happy memory, for both of us." Kissing her and trying to put her at ease, he tells her, "In all truth, this will hurt for a little bit, but it will get better, I can show you." And with that Adrian pulls Alexandria to him and places her hands on his waist. Kissing her, he joins them and muffles Alexandria's cry. He sets a pace that is steady and gentle, not yet ready to subject her to any pain, any more than he already has. In between the push and pull of their bodies, Alexandria starts to breathe in time with Adrian, their pants keeping pace. He looks into her eyes and knows he can push a little faster, a little harder, and she would be fine. So he does and her breathing becomes louder and cries and sobs come out of her lips. He watches her as she shuts her eyes and turns her head to the side. He can feel her tighten and become rigid, like she is trying to shut him out. He knows this feeling and instinctively moves harder and faster against her. Adrian would not let her distance them. He feels her pain as she tightens around him and makes him aware of her. Not wanting to hurt her, he grabs onto the headboard in front of him and firmly holds her waist with his other hand as he slams them together as hard as he can. Once, twice, the third being the charm, Alexandria lets out a series of cries and sobs and is followed closely by Adrian's own voice. They see stars and hear buzzing in their ears as Adrian finishes his joining of their bodies and souls. Both struggling to calm their breathing, a tired but victorious Adrian gently lays himself down on her and to his surprise, her arms wrap themselves around him. She holds him and he holds her, the visual of the change that has happened on the inside of each. As he lifts his head to look at her, she stares at him with unfathomable love and adoration. In that glance, he can tell she is glad he took her and made them one. She tells him in words,"I love you." He tells her, "I love you too."
There is a sudden jolt in the plane and Adrian is awoken from his dream/memory. The pilot tells Adrian he is sorry for the turbulence and to expect to land shortly. Now Alexandria fills Adrian's senses entirely, her presence a looming beacon on so dark a day for him. "Now how will I explain Bubastis?" He wonders and the thought comes to him, she walked into the power generator chasing after a ball and was killed instantly. No pain, no suffering. That should suffice for Alexandria. He can always make another one for her should she ask. Bubastis II. Yes, that was it. The plane lands and he disembarks, leaving behind the guilt, or so he hopes. He gets into his limo and is driven to the mansion. Standing at the front door, she waits for him. Smiling and waving. A great sight for him. He did so much for her to be safe and she won't ever know. A small grin and grimace fall on his face and he tries to put up his best front for her. He gets out and she runs to him, throwing her arms around him, muttering her love and concern for his safety. They head into the mansion. She asks him so many questions about the events and tells him how worried she was. She breaks into tears. She smiles through them and says, "But you are safe and sound, here with me, where you belong." At those words, he collapses. Adrian Veidt falls into a hole in the earth and feels the weight of everything hit him. The death, suffering, pain, and sorrow are all tell tale signs of the strain of the victory. His grief is too much and her concern is the kicker. He cries and cries and tells her he loves her and how much she means to him. He tells her about the death of Bubastis and she shares his tears. Alone amongst the array of servants and house keepers, Adrian and Alexandria grieve on the grand staircase. They sit there well into the hours of the night, comforting one another. It is dark in the mansion and all is quiet. The sobs and cries are gone. Picking themselves up, Adrian looks down into Alexandria's eyes and in that moment he knows, he did the right thing. He is at peace with what he has done, not because of his own selfish desires, but because, he did it for her. "And she will never know." He thinks to himself. I love her. But she will never know what I did for her. For us. For the world. With Alexandria as his strength, Adrian Veidt starts to heal the hole in the earth.
The end.
This blog today is a quick Adrian Veidt fan fiction work by me and yes, I do love Adrian...he is a dream guy for me and he and I are a little too similar for comfort...well, it could be made comfortable...*giggles*...I just started typing this to make up some lost time in the Veidt column and also to take a break from the other novel which I have titled Forever, and its a saga too! I have other stories which all fit in and are ready to roll...so here we go....
Disclaimer: I don't own Adrian, wish I did, but I don't...I don't own Watchmen and other than Adrian, this has nothing to do with that great comic...so don't hate me or anything...lol
My inspiration was watching Adrian and listening to this awesome song by the deftones...they are muses to me...
Hole in the Earth - By TaSunke21
Karnak:
As he stands there watching Night Owl and Silk Spectre leave, Adrian Veidt feels remorse. Remorse and doubt. "Did I do the right thing?", says the little voice in Adrian's head. In an instant, flashes of faces come into his mind like stabs from a million knives. He tries to dodge them all with a quick blink and a sigh but to no avail. "How did this all happen?" wonders Veidt. In his thoughts he sees all that he did up to this point and remembers exactly how. In fact, he even remembers in great detail, how only minutes ago, he informed the rest of the Watchmen and sacrificed his greatest friend and ally, Bubastis, all with clear mind and unclouded, unflinching brutality. It was an ease that scared him now, though he had to admit, it felt right at the time. "My poor girl, I hope she forgives me.", says a sadly bemused Adrian. He thinks back to day he had her made, a grueling and heartbreaking process, which bore no results in the first 10 test subjects. Adrian had to admit, that each subject that died, he felt a little of their deaths to himself, as he thought it was only fair for his want of a perfect feline being the cause. How on earth did he manage the suffering of each failed attempt? Simply waiting for lucky number 11, is what did the trick, and sure enough, the process was completed and his girl, Bubastis was born. Since that day, he lavished all his attention on her and had no other pets but her. She even became his closest companion, his dearest friend, til her end. At the thought of the words her end, Adrian winces and knows that her death had been in vain. A trivial attempt at keeping the only super man living at bay. The intrinsic field remover that made Dr. Manhattan what he was, only delayed him for a matter of minutes. A failing on Adrian's part. This thought leads Adrian to wonder, "If Bubastis died in vain, then what makes me so sure that I managed to save anyone at all?" A waste. A general heaping waste of life and time. How did it come to this and why? Adrian knew exactly why. Nuclear war. Death and destruction of billions, death of the planet itself. Surely this had to be a better alternative than the former and served as incentive to the latter. He could no longer deny that what he did was moral wrong. Ethically, however is a different story entirely. What he accomplished soared beyond anything that Alexander the Great ever did or dreamt of doing. Adrian saved humanity. He saved the planet and walked away, able to breathe without difficulty. Unlike most, namely the millions in the cities attacked, who don't breathe at all now. Yet there had to be this sacrifice. There has to be a giving of something in order for us to take. And taking is something that humanity does all too easily and without justification. So why should this be any different? "I did the right thing." surmises a bemused Adrian. Not lost on him was the irony of how only hours earlier, he and Bubastis enjoyed a lovely brunch and had the rest of Adrian's things moved from his apartment in New York to his mansion in upstate New York. There at his new mansion was waiting Adrian's Fiancee, a mere girl of 20 years old, with the brownest eyes and most beautiful auburn hair he had ever seen. When he saw her for the first time at a charity function in the city, he couldn't stop staring at her. He soon found himself asking after her, wanting to know everything he could know about her. Her name is Alexandria. "How fitting." He mutters to himself as he watches her being twirled on the dance floor by another gentleman. Grinning to himself, he thought of how much Bubastis would like a mother figure around and how he could do with a pretty young thing on his arm. Then and there, Adrian Veidt fell in love. After speaking to some of his society associates, he learns the name of her father and that he is there at the function as well as his daughter. He is pointed out to Adrian. All doubts aside, he immediately introduced himself to the girl's father and gained his trust. In the back of his mind, Adrian ponders the ease with which he has just gained over another ally and a prize all in one shot. At once, he thinks back to his role model, Alexander, and remembers his marriage to a younger woman for political reasons. Adrian smirks and knows that this is not that age, but it fits all the same. But not really, in his heart Adrian knows he could love the girl, and Bubastis will warm up to her. He was marrying for love. Love. A new feeling entirely for Adrian. Up until this point he has only had a strong feeling of respect and admiration for some people, but never love. Even his parents, he never loved them. Bubastis. His friends in the Watchmen. Respect and admiration. His two main stays of feeling at hand. Wondering why she was so different, Adrian is lost in his thoughts, as she, on the arm of her father is presented to Adrian. With those soulful, deep, chocolaty brown eyes of hers staring at him and her long auburn hair in waves, she speaks and melts the ice around Adrian's heart. In his mind, Adrian grieves for his beloved friend Bubastis, but in his heart, he rejoices. He is joyful at the outcome of the events of today. As he sits upon a throne from Egypt, Adrian is truly happy that his casualty list is so short and that all that has happened, has only happened to him and Bubastis. Nothing touched her. His Alexandria. She is safe and his promise to her dead father of keeping her safe and well cared for rings in his ears. "I did it all for her and she will never know it." States an elated Adrian. It was only fair, as this was his cross to bare. She had no part in it and would know nothing of it. He loved her and she loved him, she even adored Bubastis and was reciprocated by the feline. Things were so perfect. Now Adrian is sure, he did the right thing. He killed millions to save billions. In exchange for the senseless deaths at the hands of nuclear war, he reasoned that he now gave them purpose and honor. For a world at peace, there had to be some sacrifice. A fact that he has now come to full terms with. Although, being the smartest man on earth, its not forgotten by him that only moments before he doubted himself and his actions. How silly of him to think himself a failure. He did the right thing. As Adrian stands to leave and head to the hanger and take his plane back to the States, a familiar purr is heard behind him. Slowly turning, he finds the source of the sound, amongst the video screens that all show the many nations on earth gathering to make peace, a recording of Bubastis earlier in the day is now playing on one of the main screens. Watching her rub her head against Adrian's hand, he notices her adoration of him. Adrian knew what it was to be loved and admired but he never really let the effect take over. He let it hit him all at once and he dropped to knees, yet not a sound nor a tear escaped him. He caught his breath and picked himself up again, shutting off the screens and the celluloid image of his lost friend. He heads to the master bedroom and changes out of his suit into a more suitable outfit for his flight back to the States. A flight that would take him back to Alexandria. He steps into the hanger and onto his plane, the flight attendant and pilot welcoming faces for the tired Adrian. He sits in his seat with a quiet and determined looked on his face. The flight attendant, a woman named Allison, makes small talk with Adrian, speaking of all the devastation left after the attack and the millions dead. Yet, Allison is not so saddened, as she tells Adrian she has no family in the cities and is thankful for it. 'How strange.' Adrian thinks. With a sigh and a grimace, Adrian asks for some time to rest and for the ETA of their flight back to his private airport. 8 hours. 8 hours of sleep and rest to try to hide the strain from her. 8 hours to wish away the pain that has built up again. He falls into a slumber that produces the most vivid dream he has ever had. He dreamt that he was living in better times, with no nuclear weapons, no struggle against death or greed. No fear. Everything is in abundance and life is good. He dreams of Alexandria, her face cupped in his hands and her eyes staring at him. He knows this memory, it isn't a dream at all. She stares at him and brings out the fire in his soul, all of his passions and needs rising within him. He slowly kisses her and begins to take off her robe. In one movement, he pushes the robe off her shoulders and to the floor, a kiss shared in between each moment. She pushes him a little and breaks the kiss. She attempts to reach down for the robe and he stops her. His action all the explanation she needs. She starts to step backward and away from him. His hands are too strong and his feet too quick. She starts to push away from him harder, but to no avail. Adrian has her firmly in his grasp and he pulls her to his bedroom as gently as possible. He tries to gently lay her down on the bed, but is stopped by her pushing and pleading. She softly cries and begs Adrian to wait until they are married. He stops his kisses and loosens his hold on her wrists. He stares into her eyes and brushes the tears from them. He takes her face in his hands and cups it there, as he stares at her, longingly and lovingly, he kisses all the tears and their marks away from her beautiful face. The look in his eyes let her know that there was no going back, Adrian confirmed the realization by wrapping a strong arm around her and letting himself rest on top of her. 'How quickly she accepted the outcome.' goes through Adrian's mind and the memory of her soft hands touching the exposed skin under his shirt. "That's right, my love, don't be afraid." He told her as he continued to unbutton his shirt and pull it out from his belt and pants. Knowing that he could save some time and be sensible, he undoes his buckle and the top of his pants, then pulls his shirt ends out to take off. Alexandria shudders and gasps a little at the full sight of Adrian's chest. The scars along with the well toned muscle, the sculptured abs, and smooth texture of his skin where no scars rested. As Adrian took off his shirt and pulled off his belt, Alexandria shuddered beneath him and a calming hush comes from Adrian's lips. She stops shivering, but cannot stop her trembling under him. 'Why does she fear me?' wonders Adrian. He looks at her and starts to reach for the slit in her purple nightgown. He finds it and pushes his hand up the skin of her leg and runs his hand up to her underwear. He leans back and gets to his knees and takes her leg in his hand and lifts it to the other side of him, simultaneously using the other hand to pull off the boy shorts she decided to wear. Her hand darts to his wrist and she catches him off guard, attempting one last time to subdue him and avert the coming storm. They stare at each other both knowing that there is no stopping now. One last feeble attempt to sway him with words, Alexandria starts to cry again, thinking it will stop this foolishness. It doesn't and Adrian rips the slit in her night gown a little higher for his purposes. She lets out a whimper and a sob, but is comforted by Adrian. "Just relax and lay back, don't move or try to get away. I want this to be a happy memory, for both of us." Kissing her and trying to put her at ease, he tells her, "In all truth, this will hurt for a little bit, but it will get better, I can show you." And with that Adrian pulls Alexandria to him and places her hands on his waist. Kissing her, he joins them and muffles Alexandria's cry. He sets a pace that is steady and gentle, not yet ready to subject her to any pain, any more than he already has. In between the push and pull of their bodies, Alexandria starts to breathe in time with Adrian, their pants keeping pace. He looks into her eyes and knows he can push a little faster, a little harder, and she would be fine. So he does and her breathing becomes louder and cries and sobs come out of her lips. He watches her as she shuts her eyes and turns her head to the side. He can feel her tighten and become rigid, like she is trying to shut him out. He knows this feeling and instinctively moves harder and faster against her. Adrian would not let her distance them. He feels her pain as she tightens around him and makes him aware of her. Not wanting to hurt her, he grabs onto the headboard in front of him and firmly holds her waist with his other hand as he slams them together as hard as he can. Once, twice, the third being the charm, Alexandria lets out a series of cries and sobs and is followed closely by Adrian's own voice. They see stars and hear buzzing in their ears as Adrian finishes his joining of their bodies and souls. Both struggling to calm their breathing, a tired but victorious Adrian gently lays himself down on her and to his surprise, her arms wrap themselves around him. She holds him and he holds her, the visual of the change that has happened on the inside of each. As he lifts his head to look at her, she stares at him with unfathomable love and adoration. In that glance, he can tell she is glad he took her and made them one. She tells him in words,"I love you." He tells her, "I love you too."
There is a sudden jolt in the plane and Adrian is awoken from his dream/memory. The pilot tells Adrian he is sorry for the turbulence and to expect to land shortly. Now Alexandria fills Adrian's senses entirely, her presence a looming beacon on so dark a day for him. "Now how will I explain Bubastis?" He wonders and the thought comes to him, she walked into the power generator chasing after a ball and was killed instantly. No pain, no suffering. That should suffice for Alexandria. He can always make another one for her should she ask. Bubastis II. Yes, that was it. The plane lands and he disembarks, leaving behind the guilt, or so he hopes. He gets into his limo and is driven to the mansion. Standing at the front door, she waits for him. Smiling and waving. A great sight for him. He did so much for her to be safe and she won't ever know. A small grin and grimace fall on his face and he tries to put up his best front for her. He gets out and she runs to him, throwing her arms around him, muttering her love and concern for his safety. They head into the mansion. She asks him so many questions about the events and tells him how worried she was. She breaks into tears. She smiles through them and says, "But you are safe and sound, here with me, where you belong." At those words, he collapses. Adrian Veidt falls into a hole in the earth and feels the weight of everything hit him. The death, suffering, pain, and sorrow are all tell tale signs of the strain of the victory. His grief is too much and her concern is the kicker. He cries and cries and tells her he loves her and how much she means to him. He tells her about the death of Bubastis and she shares his tears. Alone amongst the array of servants and house keepers, Adrian and Alexandria grieve on the grand staircase. They sit there well into the hours of the night, comforting one another. It is dark in the mansion and all is quiet. The sobs and cries are gone. Picking themselves up, Adrian looks down into Alexandria's eyes and in that moment he knows, he did the right thing. He is at peace with what he has done, not because of his own selfish desires, but because, he did it for her. "And she will never know." He thinks to himself. I love her. But she will never know what I did for her. For us. For the world. With Alexandria as his strength, Adrian Veidt starts to heal the hole in the earth.
The end.
This is my first attempt at Veidt fan fiction....I hope you all like it...thanks and ta ta my freaky darlings!
XOXOXO
TaSunke
Friday, August 7, 2009
A truly creepy and freaky darling....
Okay, the dream about the boy...his name is Jesse and I had this dream during the school year before my bestie left school...I asked her to interpet it for me and she was really good about it...I can recall it but only bits of it, so maybe I should have to re-analyse the dream again...
but here it is...
I'm at the rec hall with the boys and my friends, RE, Timmay, Jonafin and some of the guys...we are playing basketball and Jesse walks in...I invite him to play some ball with us and he does...we run up the court and get tired...so we decide to get back to the hall for the night...
As we walk out the back door, I see an old love of mine walk up to us and I wonder why he is here...he starts to yell at me and then at Jesse...He asks me what I'm doing with him and who he is...
I tell my old love that I look out for him and to leave us alone...and I ask him why are you here???
He doesn't listen to me and he keeps going after Jesse and he starts to fight him...so I go over and try to pull love and Jesse apart and Jesse lands on the ground...
By this time, I'm so mad, I start to fight with my old love and I'm winning, my friends around me are trying to get me to stop and finally Jesse comes up behind me and pulls me away as I'm going to hit my love in the face...I'm sitting on him and he gets up after Jesse removes me...I'm knocked to the ground by Jesse and I look up at them both...
Jesse turns to look at my old love and then back to me...his eyes are blazing blue flames...I gasp and I see a puddle at the corner of my eye, so I look and my eyes are blazing blue flame as well...I look up to Jesse and he has my old love 5 inches off the ground holding him by the neck...he is choking him and I get up and try to get Jesse to put him down...Jesse just looks at me and says, "why?" "he doesn't love you, nobody loves you like I do..." And he continues to choke my old love...
So I start to fight Jesse and he lets go of my love and starts to pull me towards a house off campus...I yell at my friends to take my love back and get him fixed up so all three of them grab him and start to haul him away...
At this point, I'm kicking and scratching and biting and doing what I can to try to get loose, but Jesse hangs on to me and so I start to cry out for help...I see RE and Jonafin hand over my love to Timmay and they start heading back to the hall...they are running after me and Jesse...
Jesse pulls me into this house and pulls me up the stairs...I'm still trying to get away...he lifts me to his height and holds me up by the chin...he says "They don't love you like I do...no one does...you will see, I will show you..." I hear the door open and I can hear Jonafin and RE call my name and they start to head up the stairs...I look at Jesse and this big grin comes up onto face and he says " i will show you..." and he throws me down to the floor and I can't move...
He heads down the stairs and for while I can't see...but I can hear...I hear yelling and screaming...and loud thuds, bangs and crashes...I can lift my head up and see finally, but only on the stairs...I see Jesse throw Jonafin off the stairs and I hear RE scream...I hear Jesse laugh and I try to look as he throws RE down and I can't see anymore, there is a banister in my way...so I try to crawl and I hear her scream a loud blood curling shriek and I hear a sickening snap and crunch...then a loud dull thud...I finally make my way over the banister and look down...
RE is laying at the foot of the stairs and he head is on the first step but its at a grotesque unnatural angle...I know she is dead...I see Jonafin crawling to the door and pulling it open...he looks back and starts to cry for RE and he calls her name...I scream at Jesse to stop...please stop...and he looks up at me and grins...he comes up to the landing and picks me up...I can't fight against him...
He takes me to a room and pushes me on a bed...I try to sit up but I can't...and he starts to take his shirt off and he wipes his face off of all the blood...I keep asking him to not hurt my friends...and he just smiles at me...I can hear Jonafin still crying and calling RE's name...she doesn't answer and when I start to cry, Jesse comes over and lays down on me...he kisses me and says " I'll be right back..." and he gets up and goes out and down the stairs...I can hear Jonafin screaming for help and I can hear the door being slammed...but its not being slammed against wood, its slamming against flesh...there is a low thud and I can hear Jonafin gurggling and making small noises...then I hear the door slam and a sick thud again with a squishy splattering sound...I know Jonafin is dead...I call out for both of them and not a sound...I start to cry and soon Jesse is standing in the door way...
He walks over to me and picks me up...fresh blood on his chest and face...its in his hair and he is a sweaty bloody mess...he grabs my cheeks and squeezes them together, holding me in place as he says, " See, I told you so...no one loves you like I do...if they did, they would still be alive..." and he starts to kiss me and I scream and beat him as much as I can...
I wake up then as I'm beating him up and screaming my head off...I did actually wake up screaming...lol...that was a weird dream...but RE told me that it could me that Jesse loves me, I am still in love with my past, my best friends are a threat to Jesse, and ultimately, Jesse wants to be with me and so do I , but there is too much standing in the way...she also said the blue flamey eyes are a kick back to my muse and his blue eyes...RE said that the way they are in the dream is because the reality is...I am in love with my muse and not Jesse...but he tries to be with me anyways at all costs...even if he has to kill my friends...so yeah...that was a scary dream with lots of meaning...lol...it scared the crap out of me...that's all I can say...and when my mom saw Jes, she said to be careful, he has that look in his eyes that if I should show him affection or I don't return it...he might go crazy on me...
GO FIGURE!!! lol....but anyways that is all..disturbing isn't it???
But Ta Ta, my freaky darlings, if I don't get on at home...
XOXOXO
TaSunke
but here it is...
I'm at the rec hall with the boys and my friends, RE, Timmay, Jonafin and some of the guys...we are playing basketball and Jesse walks in...I invite him to play some ball with us and he does...we run up the court and get tired...so we decide to get back to the hall for the night...
As we walk out the back door, I see an old love of mine walk up to us and I wonder why he is here...he starts to yell at me and then at Jesse...He asks me what I'm doing with him and who he is...
I tell my old love that I look out for him and to leave us alone...and I ask him why are you here???
He doesn't listen to me and he keeps going after Jesse and he starts to fight him...so I go over and try to pull love and Jesse apart and Jesse lands on the ground...
By this time, I'm so mad, I start to fight with my old love and I'm winning, my friends around me are trying to get me to stop and finally Jesse comes up behind me and pulls me away as I'm going to hit my love in the face...I'm sitting on him and he gets up after Jesse removes me...I'm knocked to the ground by Jesse and I look up at them both...
Jesse turns to look at my old love and then back to me...his eyes are blazing blue flames...I gasp and I see a puddle at the corner of my eye, so I look and my eyes are blazing blue flame as well...I look up to Jesse and he has my old love 5 inches off the ground holding him by the neck...he is choking him and I get up and try to get Jesse to put him down...Jesse just looks at me and says, "why?" "he doesn't love you, nobody loves you like I do..." And he continues to choke my old love...
So I start to fight Jesse and he lets go of my love and starts to pull me towards a house off campus...I yell at my friends to take my love back and get him fixed up so all three of them grab him and start to haul him away...
At this point, I'm kicking and scratching and biting and doing what I can to try to get loose, but Jesse hangs on to me and so I start to cry out for help...I see RE and Jonafin hand over my love to Timmay and they start heading back to the hall...they are running after me and Jesse...
Jesse pulls me into this house and pulls me up the stairs...I'm still trying to get away...he lifts me to his height and holds me up by the chin...he says "They don't love you like I do...no one does...you will see, I will show you..." I hear the door open and I can hear Jonafin and RE call my name and they start to head up the stairs...I look at Jesse and this big grin comes up onto face and he says " i will show you..." and he throws me down to the floor and I can't move...
He heads down the stairs and for while I can't see...but I can hear...I hear yelling and screaming...and loud thuds, bangs and crashes...I can lift my head up and see finally, but only on the stairs...I see Jesse throw Jonafin off the stairs and I hear RE scream...I hear Jesse laugh and I try to look as he throws RE down and I can't see anymore, there is a banister in my way...so I try to crawl and I hear her scream a loud blood curling shriek and I hear a sickening snap and crunch...then a loud dull thud...I finally make my way over the banister and look down...
RE is laying at the foot of the stairs and he head is on the first step but its at a grotesque unnatural angle...I know she is dead...I see Jonafin crawling to the door and pulling it open...he looks back and starts to cry for RE and he calls her name...I scream at Jesse to stop...please stop...and he looks up at me and grins...he comes up to the landing and picks me up...I can't fight against him...
He takes me to a room and pushes me on a bed...I try to sit up but I can't...and he starts to take his shirt off and he wipes his face off of all the blood...I keep asking him to not hurt my friends...and he just smiles at me...I can hear Jonafin still crying and calling RE's name...she doesn't answer and when I start to cry, Jesse comes over and lays down on me...he kisses me and says " I'll be right back..." and he gets up and goes out and down the stairs...I can hear Jonafin screaming for help and I can hear the door being slammed...but its not being slammed against wood, its slamming against flesh...there is a low thud and I can hear Jonafin gurggling and making small noises...then I hear the door slam and a sick thud again with a squishy splattering sound...I know Jonafin is dead...I call out for both of them and not a sound...I start to cry and soon Jesse is standing in the door way...
He walks over to me and picks me up...fresh blood on his chest and face...its in his hair and he is a sweaty bloody mess...he grabs my cheeks and squeezes them together, holding me in place as he says, " See, I told you so...no one loves you like I do...if they did, they would still be alive..." and he starts to kiss me and I scream and beat him as much as I can...
I wake up then as I'm beating him up and screaming my head off...I did actually wake up screaming...lol...that was a weird dream...but RE told me that it could me that Jesse loves me, I am still in love with my past, my best friends are a threat to Jesse, and ultimately, Jesse wants to be with me and so do I , but there is too much standing in the way...she also said the blue flamey eyes are a kick back to my muse and his blue eyes...RE said that the way they are in the dream is because the reality is...I am in love with my muse and not Jesse...but he tries to be with me anyways at all costs...even if he has to kill my friends...so yeah...that was a scary dream with lots of meaning...lol...it scared the crap out of me...that's all I can say...and when my mom saw Jes, she said to be careful, he has that look in his eyes that if I should show him affection or I don't return it...he might go crazy on me...
GO FIGURE!!! lol....but anyways that is all..disturbing isn't it???
But Ta Ta, my freaky darlings, if I don't get on at home...
XOXOXO
TaSunke
Weird Dreams, Good Inspiration...
Greetings and Howdy!!!
For today's topic, I have been having weird dreams...that are serving as great inspiration for my writing aspects...
Okay, dream number one:
I am in my house and my mother and I are home alone...I hear a voice calling my name and I try to find the source...I am walking through all the rooms in my house and I can't find out who is calling me...Suddenly, my mom gets up from the couch and she hears the voice too...She starts going mad and yelling at the voice to leave us alone...she gets up and grabs me and starts to pull me towards the bathroom, and I get away, I hear the voice calling my name again and I look out our windows and I can see these bright burning Red and Blue eyes staring at me...I see no face, I can only see eyes and I hear his voice again...
He says, Don't be afraid, TaSunke, come to me...you know you want to come to me...I'm lonely without you...come back to me...
My mom keeps yelling at him and she finally grabs a good hold on me and pulls me into the bathroom...she throws me into the tub and sits at my side...she tells him that he can't have me...leave us alone...
He says, I am still here waiting for you...you can't hide from me forever and you won't be able to protect her always, mother...
He kept saying, don't you love me anymore??? Why did you go??? Don't you love me???
And finally he says I'll be back, she won't stay away from me...I'll be back my love...
And the voice goes away and my sits on the side of the tub and cries...
I wake up then...
Dream number two:
I'm in a big field with trees nearby and tall waving grass...I can see a big beautiful house in the distance...all the lights are on and a figure is coming out of a window...I hear a rush of air by my head and I turn to see, but no one is there...so I look back to the house and that figure is gone...I feel a presence on my left and it frightens me, so I turn to look and I see a man standing there with bright blue eyes and blood on his chin, mouth, neck, and shirt collar...I was afraid, but I knew him...I knew who he was...His name is Kelly...I asked him as walked towards him, what took you so long? and he says he had to feed first...so I lean up into him and I lick the blood off his neck, chin, and mouth and ask, So where is mine then? He said don't worry about it...and lets go back to your room...so we leave the field and head to a house on a hill, as we get inside, we climb up some stairs and go to my room...we sit there in silence and all I want him to do is talk to me...but he won't because he wants me...he wants my blood...so I look at him and tilt my neck to show him I was willing...he steps over to me and we sit on my bed, he sits behind me and pulls me closer to him and wraps his arms around me...he moves my hair aside and starts to kiss the nape of my neck up to my hairline and then I feel his hand on my neck, his fingers pulling and massaging my throat...He kisses his way to my veins and I can feel him nibble on my neck, small playful bites...then the actual bite...I can feel myself being drained and I am weakening...he has his fill and kisses my bite and licks it...I can feel his tongue scraping across my neck where his mouth was...and he whispers into my ear...ARE WE MET???.....
Then I wake up...
I still don't know what the heck that is supposed to mean....are we met? I can't think of anything...its strange, but it is helping my creative juices start to flow a little better...So those are the dreams and I have plenty more, but I can't recall them, but I did write them down after I had them...and I shall share them with all later...
So for right now...if you can..analyse these and tell me what you think...I even have a crazy dream too about this boy that I looked after my sophmore year in college...it is off...I shall post it next...but here you go!!!
Be right back my freaky darlings!
XOXOXO
TaSunke
For today's topic, I have been having weird dreams...that are serving as great inspiration for my writing aspects...
Okay, dream number one:
I am in my house and my mother and I are home alone...I hear a voice calling my name and I try to find the source...I am walking through all the rooms in my house and I can't find out who is calling me...Suddenly, my mom gets up from the couch and she hears the voice too...She starts going mad and yelling at the voice to leave us alone...she gets up and grabs me and starts to pull me towards the bathroom, and I get away, I hear the voice calling my name again and I look out our windows and I can see these bright burning Red and Blue eyes staring at me...I see no face, I can only see eyes and I hear his voice again...
He says, Don't be afraid, TaSunke, come to me...you know you want to come to me...I'm lonely without you...come back to me...
My mom keeps yelling at him and she finally grabs a good hold on me and pulls me into the bathroom...she throws me into the tub and sits at my side...she tells him that he can't have me...leave us alone...
He says, I am still here waiting for you...you can't hide from me forever and you won't be able to protect her always, mother...
He kept saying, don't you love me anymore??? Why did you go??? Don't you love me???
And finally he says I'll be back, she won't stay away from me...I'll be back my love...
And the voice goes away and my sits on the side of the tub and cries...
I wake up then...
Dream number two:
I'm in a big field with trees nearby and tall waving grass...I can see a big beautiful house in the distance...all the lights are on and a figure is coming out of a window...I hear a rush of air by my head and I turn to see, but no one is there...so I look back to the house and that figure is gone...I feel a presence on my left and it frightens me, so I turn to look and I see a man standing there with bright blue eyes and blood on his chin, mouth, neck, and shirt collar...I was afraid, but I knew him...I knew who he was...His name is Kelly...I asked him as walked towards him, what took you so long? and he says he had to feed first...so I lean up into him and I lick the blood off his neck, chin, and mouth and ask, So where is mine then? He said don't worry about it...and lets go back to your room...so we leave the field and head to a house on a hill, as we get inside, we climb up some stairs and go to my room...we sit there in silence and all I want him to do is talk to me...but he won't because he wants me...he wants my blood...so I look at him and tilt my neck to show him I was willing...he steps over to me and we sit on my bed, he sits behind me and pulls me closer to him and wraps his arms around me...he moves my hair aside and starts to kiss the nape of my neck up to my hairline and then I feel his hand on my neck, his fingers pulling and massaging my throat...He kisses his way to my veins and I can feel him nibble on my neck, small playful bites...then the actual bite...I can feel myself being drained and I am weakening...he has his fill and kisses my bite and licks it...I can feel his tongue scraping across my neck where his mouth was...and he whispers into my ear...ARE WE MET???.....
Then I wake up...
I still don't know what the heck that is supposed to mean....are we met? I can't think of anything...its strange, but it is helping my creative juices start to flow a little better...So those are the dreams and I have plenty more, but I can't recall them, but I did write them down after I had them...and I shall share them with all later...
So for right now...if you can..analyse these and tell me what you think...I even have a crazy dream too about this boy that I looked after my sophmore year in college...it is off...I shall post it next...but here you go!!!
Be right back my freaky darlings!
XOXOXO
TaSunke
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Seriousness...
Okay...in all seriousness...I had to stop by again to say that my story has developed a little further...so have fun with the possiblities...
I had brainwave and completely went end over end with my story...I'm skipping chapters and weaving it together...right now, I'm working on an ending and a leading up of it...it helps to work it all out in the end like this...then I connect some dots and make up ends fit...so yeah...lol...
I took all the free inspiration possible and I want to thank a few ladies tomorrow...so I shall leave it at that for today and love to all!!!
Ta Ta my freaky darlings!
XOXOXO
TaSunke
I had brainwave and completely went end over end with my story...I'm skipping chapters and weaving it together...right now, I'm working on an ending and a leading up of it...it helps to work it all out in the end like this...then I connect some dots and make up ends fit...so yeah...lol...
I took all the free inspiration possible and I want to thank a few ladies tomorrow...so I shall leave it at that for today and love to all!!!
Ta Ta my freaky darlings!
XOXOXO
TaSunke
Alec Trevelyan...
Greetings!
Okay, the title of this blog is Alec Trevelyan, now for those of you not familiar with James Bond, this is his friend turned foe...in the great and awesome movie Goldeneye...
Now this is a man whom I have been head over heels for...of course I was 8 years old at the time I first laid eyes on the movie, but WOW! that man was beautiful...even with his scarred face...most of my school girl buddies could never understand why I loved the guy...he was ugly to their eyes...but to mine, he was and still is beautiful...and I can say the same about Harvey Dent...but another time...
Back to Alec...his full name is Aleksander Trevelyan...you see where I'm getting my ideas from??? Anyways, its a homage to him to have my head character named after him...although, I must admit, that I would have named my peeps something different if there were no alec to name after...but there is and so there are...lol...
Alec is portrayed awesomely by Sean Bean...he is so perfect, its not even funny...if they had another actor in mind, I am so glad he got canned...lol...Sean is just perfect...he kind of makes me wish that I was 20 years older or born the same year he was...or at least I should have been legal in 1997...lol...At 50, though, I must admit, he is still something good to look at...and quite the charmer...though he still has that quiet shy manner about him still...
He can still stop me dead in my tracks and make me lose my breath...he is still that great...but anyways...I should stop now before I put my foot further into the dreaded fan girl pool...but I can't help it with the likes of a great man and actor like Sean Bean...if I could be half as talented as him in his acting, I would consider myself lucky...but then again, I don't act at all so I'm just out of luck on all sides, huh???
But here is a few pics of a man at 50 who can still steal my heart and my breath...
Thats all for now my freaky darlings,
XOXOXOXO
TaSunke
Okay, the title of this blog is Alec Trevelyan, now for those of you not familiar with James Bond, this is his friend turned foe...in the great and awesome movie Goldeneye...
Now this is a man whom I have been head over heels for...of course I was 8 years old at the time I first laid eyes on the movie, but WOW! that man was beautiful...even with his scarred face...most of my school girl buddies could never understand why I loved the guy...he was ugly to their eyes...but to mine, he was and still is beautiful...and I can say the same about Harvey Dent...but another time...
Back to Alec...his full name is Aleksander Trevelyan...you see where I'm getting my ideas from??? Anyways, its a homage to him to have my head character named after him...although, I must admit, that I would have named my peeps something different if there were no alec to name after...but there is and so there are...lol...
Alec is portrayed awesomely by Sean Bean...he is so perfect, its not even funny...if they had another actor in mind, I am so glad he got canned...lol...Sean is just perfect...he kind of makes me wish that I was 20 years older or born the same year he was...or at least I should have been legal in 1997...lol...At 50, though, I must admit, he is still something good to look at...and quite the charmer...though he still has that quiet shy manner about him still...
He can still stop me dead in my tracks and make me lose my breath...he is still that great...but anyways...I should stop now before I put my foot further into the dreaded fan girl pool...but I can't help it with the likes of a great man and actor like Sean Bean...if I could be half as talented as him in his acting, I would consider myself lucky...but then again, I don't act at all so I'm just out of luck on all sides, huh???
But here is a few pics of a man at 50 who can still steal my heart and my breath...
Thats all for now my freaky darlings,
XOXOXOXO
TaSunke
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Matthias : An evolution of lovely evil
Just a stop in to show off my freaky darling...his embodiment is Mr. James D'Arcy...now don't get me wrong..I adore the man, but he just seems great for what I have in mind...*tehe*
Unsuspecting and so innocent looking...I love him!!! he is just awesome beyond awesomeness...but check him out!!!
He is excellent eye candy, do we not agree??? LOL....but anyways...I better not say anything...my muse will get mad at me...but he knows I love him!!! Always!!!
Well, Its time to head out from another day at work...ttyl my freaky darlings!!!
XOXOXOXOXOxoxoxo
TaSunke
A promise kept!
Greetings!
Okay, so here is the pics I said I would post of dear Ioan and Tom Jane...I had to show love to the Bach, as he is going to be daddy soon! Congrats Ioan and of course, the manly Tom Jane...you may recognize him from the punisher..as the punisher...lol..lame joke I know...but moving on... I also just had to put one in of Aaron Eckhart...he is a good muse to draw on...especially for members of the camarilla and senators...he would make a great back story guy!
So here they are and I am off to lunch!
I will post later on here, see you later my freaky darlings!
XOXOXOxoxoxo
TaSunke
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Good Show Old Man!
A fine and pleasant afternoon to all...I just wanted to post these awesome pictures of Jack Davenport, one of my remodels in acting and to say hello! lol...I look up to quite a few actors and actresses and he is one..along with the incomparable Ioan Gruffudd...Love that guy! Well, I really must dash! Work is out in 10 minutes and I have the task of locking up the office before I go, so here is the pictures of Jack! Maybe I should put up some of Ioan and Tom Jane tomorrow???>>>HMMM??? lol...
Well, enjoy and ttyl,
XOXOXOXO
TaSunke
A New Muse...
HELLO! HOLA!
Okay, the topic today is a new muse...now I have been just cruising the net for the past hour and I found him...
His name is James Scott...he is on Days of our Lives...he plays EJ DiMera...
While I must agree that Mr. Scott is a truly amazing figure of manhood, he also has his soft side...or so the websites say...including Wikipedia...
I about fell over laughing with the descriptions of his "emotionally, breaking down in tears" that is so well publicized...I have to see this emotionally breaking down in tears for myself...okay, on the flip side, this adonis is married to a fine lady and they just got married...so bugger off!!!
As for wishful thinking, as most women do, I can allow for him as a muse in my new screenplay based on the great teen novel, "Look for me by Moonlight" by Mary Downing Hahn...
I think James would be the perfect Vincent Morthanos...he has the english accent to pull it off and if not, there is always Brandon Routh...but, James is so much better in the role...
As with most stories and the like, we all must make a jump somewhere for info and inspiration, I just can't believe how lucky I got today!
As for most things, I will post updates on this recurring project of mine and I shall also do some *giggles* FAN FICTION!!! To get the creative juices flowing in that direction also...
On the topic of the book I am currently working on, I still have no title for it...but added new subplots to the main plot...I'm thinking something along the lines of a name of a poem or a metaphor for life...hehe...not too deep...but anyways...I shall play around with names like "Dark World" or "Light less Empire"...you know, something with flair and nostalgia...
I shall write back here later on in the day...peace out and google the new muse...he is google worthy!
XOXOXO
TaSunke
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