Holy Oompa Loompas Batman!
dA LoveOkay, first things first, I saw Edward Scissorhands for the first time on Saturday, me and my parents rented it from Netflix.
It. Was. Amazing.
I swear to you that movie really reached my heart, I cried hard at the end. It was embarrassing cause my parents were totally physically unfazed, and here I was bawling my eyes out. Oh well though, the movie really inspired me, and I had such an intense feeling of sadness and connection. I probably would never watch the movie again because of the way it made me feel, but it is definitely one of the top ten on my favorites.
Number two on my list, I'M SO SORRY CHEWY, SO SO SO SO SORRY!
I don't mean to be making excuses, but I have been having a terrible time converting the file type of your picture so that it can opened on my own computer, I'm trying to figure it out, but I'm so sorry for the huge delay.
Please forgive me!!
Third thing, I have made a new account, here --->
I have not moved in yet, but I will be doing so soon. Be on the lookout, I will let you guys know when I actually move, but just giving ya’all a heads-up.
Okay, last thing.
Remember that project called Crow I was working on? Well I have a recorded YIM conversation between
and I, in which I was explaining to her the idea that I had just come up with. (It's an old convo) Anyway, since I'm not really working on it, I wanted to show you the original idea that I had. I just thought you might find it interesting.
Here it is, Lemoncookielord is me, and Misty is
Its about 80 years after the apocalypse
Lemoncookielord: There is no chaos, no death, no happiness, no nothing.
Lemoncookielord: Everything has seemed to fall into a permanent state of stillness
Lemoncookielord: The main character is this guy, who I haven't named yet (of course)
Lemoncookielord: Oh wait
Lemoncookielord: No, no I haven’t
Misty: ...You said that.
Lemoncookielord: ?
Misty: You said twice that you didn't name him.
Misty: o__o
Lemoncookielord: Um, I said, "Oh wait" as in, "Oh! Wait, I think I did name him!" and then "No, no I haven’t" as in "Oh...wait, never mind, I didn’t."
Misty: Oh...okay. *COUGH* Continue
Lemoncookielord: I:<
Lemoncookielord: He has midnight blue hair, like almost black, that is curly and short, and milky eyes
Lemoncookielord: Oh and porcelain skin
Lemoncookielord: He lives in this town,
Lemoncookielord: where all you see is fields and wires, and power lines, and crows.
Lemoncookielord: But then again, that’s all you see anywhere. And debris.
Lemoncookielord: But anyway, this young man, of about 18, lives in a little house just outside of town, and everyday walks the train tracks outside of town.
Lemoncookielord: Though he was born after the apocalypse, he has strange memories of things like it, and blurry memories of a calm, clean place he has never been to.
Lemoncookielord: Now, everybody in this world has turned flat, metaphorically speaking,
Lemoncookielord: They smile and talk and move, but it’s all slow and deliberate, no one seems to feel or really think, or ask why. They all move, as through habit, as though they don’t really know what to do with themselves, so they revert to this unthinking state of perpetual motion.
Lemoncookielord: But this guy, though he is jaded and gray and solemn, he does not smile stonily like the others, the white eyes and sharp stare rupture his flat expression.
Lemoncookielord: He is haunted by a sickness that never breaks. (Literally speaking, he really coughs and has symptoms of a kind of sickness)
Lemoncookielord: He also has a strange affinity with crows, which gather along his roof, and monitor him on his daily walks, perched along the power lines.
Lemoncookielord: One day, he is walking along the tracks
Lemoncookielord: And just keeps walking,
Lemoncookielord: He can't remember ever being young, or parents, or friends.
Lemoncookielord: So he just keeps walking, because he can’t remember anything clearly, and he wants to find a place without such an abundance of nothing.
Lemoncookielord: Actually the thing is, this guy isn’t human. (Ooh, surprising right?)
Misty: WOAH PLOT TWIST *shuts up*
Lemoncookielord: But he isn’t an alien or mutant or monster
Lemoncookielord: He isn’t a ghost or spirit or demon
Lemoncookielord: He is the embodiment of the earth, a being formed from the energy of the earth, he feels and reflects the earths state, he knows its pain and its power, and houses its past in his heart and brain
Lemoncookielord: Weird right?
Misty: Awesome weird. Go on o__o
Lemoncookielord: And his sickness is pollution and betrayal and destruction. And he is wandering the earth in search of an answer. Because he wants to know why the humans have hurt him, and he wants to know how to feel again, and he wants the dusty clouds and green horizons to go away. But he doesn’t know how. All these things are subconscious wants. He has lived among humans for so long, but he has such a vast history, such little things never last long in his memory
Lemoncookielord: So he passes many cities and plains, and everything is empty like his home, and noisy with the sound of barking birds and wind you never feel, but always hear.
Lemoncookielord: And it never rains anymore, but the air is always heavy with moisture
Lemoncookielord: Okay bathroom break. I've only talked about descriptions basically, but when I come back Ill get to the point. I just wanted ya to get the feel.
Misty: Okey! I get the feel so much, its scary.
Lemoncookielord: okay back
Misty: Welcome back!
Lemoncookielord: SO truthfully I only made this last night before I went to bed,
Lemoncookielord: and the picture an hour ago
Misty: ONLY AN HOUR??
Lemoncookielord: Ya
Lemoncookielord: I did the actual picture in fifteen minutes
Lemoncookielord: It was pretty easy c: But anyway
Lemoncookielord: I am not too far in the plot
Lemoncookielord: But basically
Misty: *Makes a surprised face*
Lemoncookielord: this guy finds this city, occupied by only one person
Lemoncookielord: This lady who has gone crazy
Lemoncookielord: And she always yells because there are no voices where she lives, and she strings Christmas lights over everything, because she has seen pictures of stars, but cant see them through the dust and clouds, and decides to make her own.
Lemoncookielord: She sleeps under the tables in a library, and reads everything she can get a hold of, and makes sculptures of animals she's never seen before with garbage.
Lemoncookielord: She places them in the streets, along with sculptures of humans, and crowds them at cross walks and store fronts,
Lemoncookielord: But she knows, she knows everything, no matter what she does, will always be gray,
Lemoncookielord: (metaphorically speaking of courrseee)
Lemoncookielord: So along comes this guy, and he sees this place, and meets this woman, and she hates him. Because he is like the rest of the world, and she doesn’t want to see that. But he never leaves, he stays in the city, and he follows her, because he is drawn to her. Because she is calling to him, she is calling to the earth and asking why, she is screaming for hope, and he can feel it.
Lemoncookielord: And that isn’t something he has felt in a long while.
Lemoncookielord: When the girl sees him mourning a dead bird, she asks him why he is sad, because its just a stupid bird and there are millions of them, they seem to be the only thing left besides garbage, and he tells her that they suffer too, and they live here, hoping and wishing too. She asks him how he knows this, and he tells her that he can feel it. And it's not that hard to tell, because instead of flying and searching they sit still along the power lines, and wait. Because they know they will find nothing.
Lemoncookielord: So she starts to watch him, and she takes him to the libraries, and she learns to speak softer, and she talks and talks and talks, and finally the words are going somewhere
Lemoncookielord: And he learns things he finds out he already knew, and he sees the garbage people, and the pseudo-stars, and for once he feels something.
Lemoncookielord: Because this girl is hoping so strong, and so close to him, he understands. He sees the things she is making, and he realizes she is trying to build something she doesn’t have the power to make
Lemoncookielord: And he looks at everything, and the pictures of old times, and he starts to remember, he remembers the rain and sunshine and wind.
Lemoncookielord: And he’s starting to slowly feel sadness and longing.
Lemoncookielord: And one day the girl finally breaks, and cries. And as he watches her, he begins to cry too. And as he cries, it begins to rain. And it rains so hard they have to hide in the library.
Lemoncookielord: And as he feels fear, wind begins to whip through the air.
Lemoncookielord: And after the storm, the next morning, with his relief, comes sunshine. And-
Lemoncookielord: Omg what the hell am I talking about
Lemoncookielord: I don’t even now anymore.
Misty: XD I was just letting you roll with it. It sounded nice.
Lemoncookielord: I think I just went off on a tangent and started rambling and forgot what I was doing
Misty: That happens- but I enjoyed it!
Misty: Tragic it had to be ruined. Can you keep going?
Lemoncookielord: XD UM OKAY, so about after the dead bird was what all I had. Everything after it was rambling,
Lemoncookielord: and stuff I made up
Misty: The whole comic is stuff you made up- add it in anyways.
Lemoncookielord: But its so boring, I think I need something more dramatic to happen, something big that really has an impact
Misty: But I think you should add in the stuff about how he cries and it rains
Lemoncookielord: Yeah I think so too
Misty: The wind too, maybe. He's so emotionless in the beginning, and as he starts to feel things, the earth does too. I think its cool c:
Lemoncookielord: Its like the earth closed itself off to stop the pain, to shield itself, and so the sprit of the world retreated and everything grew gray.
Misty: Yeah * o *
Lemoncookielord: But now it is blooming again, as the concentrated form of it is pumped with feeling.
Lemoncookielord: And so the earth begins to stir.
Lemoncookielord: OH.
Lemoncookielord: What if,
Lemoncookielord: A straggling group of humans find them, and thinking the girl is an animal from far away, shoot her (she’s either only injured, or her death isn’t going to be permanent)
Lemoncookielord: AND
Misty: WAIT. Does she look like--- *Shuts up*
Lemoncookielord: (the group has rifles and far from away, as she crawls along the street to pick up pages from a book she looks as though she could be a dog or deer)
Lemoncookielord: and from far away*
Lemoncookielord: she’s pretty much a little hunched blob from their distance
Misty: I don't know if I approve of her getting shot D:
Lemoncookielord: ? Why? She’s not going to die, and if she does, it’s not going to be forever. If you were starving for meat and sustenance, and you were pretty dang sure it was meat in the distance, you’d prolly shoot it right? XD
Lemoncookielord: I would
Misty: XD I'd kill it in an instant
Misty: But I don't want HER shot
Misty: It'd be tragiiiic
Lemoncookielord: BUT SHE’D BE ALIVE IN THE END
Lemoncookielord: WE HAVE TO PUT THE AUDIENCE THROUGH SOME PAAINN
Misty: *Sniffle* PLOT TWIST. PLOT TWIIIST.
Misty: FINE
Misty: PUT THEM THROUGH PAIN
Misty: FIIIINE
Lemoncookielord: ANYWAY
Lemoncookielord: so the guy sees the whole thing, and the bang of the shot triggers a plethora of memories. And he suddenly remembers all the memories of pain and destruction and death that he had been blocking off, and suddenly he is angry again, so very angry, and all of the crows along the power lines start to caw, and shriek and the ground stirs, and something is changing, and you can feel it though you don’t quite see it yet
Lemoncookielord: because the earth is waking up,
Lemoncookielord: and suddenly there is shaking and rumbling, and rain and lightning, and birds are suddenly everywhere, swarming and there is unbelievable noise
Lemoncookielord: Because the earth has awoken, it is grieving, it is remembering, and all its pain is seeping back into the world,
Lemoncookielord: But the girl isn’t dead, (lets say she was shot in the shoulder)
Misty: (( Okey ))
Lemoncookielord: And when she returns to consciousness in the library, and all she can see out of the windows is gray water, she tries to move from her spot on one of the tables.
Lemoncookielord: But she is too wounded, and lies back down. She spots the guy, who is curled up in a corner. And when she calls out to him to ask what is going on, he sort of cracks, and he starts yelling about how cruel humans are and how they keep hurting him again and again, and he keeps trying so hard to wash away the pain but they wont let him. And he cries about the old days when there were no humans, and though he was lonely, there was no pain
Lemoncookielord: And though the idea is so strange and incomprehensible, she realizes what he is.
Lemoncookielord: And she tells him that humans are so foolish and sad, that they feel weak, and that they have grown far from the earth, and that they can no longer hear it whisper to them, and they are missing their connection, so they tried to build themselves into a world they could understand. But their world was faulty, and it poisoned them.
Lemoncookielord: And then she tells him of humans who miss the earth. And of a human who loved and missed the earth so much, that she tried to build her own starry sky and her own animals and people. But they were nothing. And that when earth woke up again, it was angry about things that happened long ago, but no matter how much it rained and stormed, she was happy, because she could feel the earth again
Lemoncookielord: And then she says that humans can’t do it alone. They can’t heal it alone. They need help.
Lemoncookielord: And that she’s sorry. And then the rain stops.
..and there you go. There was a little bit more, but not much, I guess when I copied it to Word, I must have left behind a few parts.
Well anyway. Hope you found that slightly interesting, I tend to ramble. XD
Okay, one more thing before I end this journal. If you have a request for something you want me to draw. Throw it at me. I'll do it for free and dedicate it to you. n_n
(Not sure if anyone actually would want art from me, but I thought I'd stick it out there)
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