Hi all!
I'm Elricz! You might know me from my blog, but if you don't...
Here's a little bit about me!
- Avid manga reader
- Lover of Pokemon, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (and FMA too), crocheting/knitting, story writing (especially story writing), the Japanese culture/food/language, and all crafty arts
- Student by day, Dreamer/Hopeless romanitc by night
- Favorites: Book=Starfire Angels by Melanie Nilles; Manga=Fullmetal Alchemist; Anime=Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood; Fairy Tale=Star Dollars; Character=4-way-tie between Alphonse Elric (Brotherhood), Raea Shartrael (Starfire Angels), Nanoha Takamachi (MGL Nanoha A's), and Nymph (Sora no Otoshimono)
Sakusha No Heya (or 作者の部屋) literally translates to The Author's Room... which is exactly what this world is! A place to post every story, poem, or whatever, that I think up!
I'm currently trying to decide what any people that request to be guest posters would actually do, since most writers have their own story World. More updates when I figure it out!
Bye, all!
-Elricz
View Count: 1,373 Slowly but surely working its way up to 1500...
I've drawn Li, Cris, and Kai. I should be submitting the artwork soon... but Alexei gets a redo.
You know for certain that you've failed at character design when your grandmother calls your middle-child-prince with long, dreamer's hair "gay." I've got nothing against gay guys; they make awesome friends! It's just that's not what I'm going for with Alexei's image.
Back to the drawing board, I suppose... and hopefully he'll come out with a better hairstyle.
Thinking back on it, I guess the fact that I put him in a robe didn't help his image. But it's supposed to symbolize growing up as a prince makes you more regal as you go along. Cris dresses in Chinese-inspired tops and hakama pants; Alexei's supposed to wear princely robes and whatnot; Nikolai, as Crown Prince, wears richly embroidered kimonos that will be a pain in the patooty to draw.
Now that I think about it, though, I'm getting better at not drawing my characters in an empty white expanse. Every drawing actually has a background! Plus, three of them are matchy-matchy! (You'll see what I mean when I've got links to the fanarts attached to their names at the top of the post.)
*Now up to pg. 10!* Meaning it's not a short story... but it will be written out fully, unlike "Mistaken Identity." That kinda died off a while ago. "Second Chance" will be in ten-page increments. I'll refrain from ...
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English today went something like this:
Wild Teacher appeared!
Go Freshmen!
Wild Teacher used Pop Quiz!
It's super effective!
Freshmen used Whine!
It's not very effective...
Wild Teacher used Fundraiser!
It's super effective!
Freshmen used Flail!
It doesn't affect the Wild Teacher!
Wild Teacher used Novel Study!
Freshmen used Whine!
It's not very effective...
Wild Teacher used Homework!
It's super effective!
Freshmen fainted!
No idea why I posted this here...
Being an empathetic person just came with a whole new job description...
“The Empaths” focuses on four teenagers gathered together in a chance encounter. All four share abilities unique to them, as well as interesting ...
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Ever see a small dead bird in a wooded area or in your yard? It's sad to see them, especially when it's a chick that never got a chance to fly. I find it hard to leave them there, out in the open where a dog or cat could come up and play with it.
I know there isn't much I can do; bringing it back to life is out of the question. I feel obligated to give each one what it deserves: a burial so that some creature or stupid kid cannot abuse it.
That is what I see when I'm out walking my dog: a dead cardinal in a wooded area near my house. I don't want to leave it there, so when my dog is done, I run back home and grab a small shovel.
I run back and carefully slide the shovel beneath it, then carry it to a spot for burial. Setting it down, I scrape a hole out of the hard ground and place the bird inside. Covering it back up, I say, "May you have in death what you cannot have in life." Once I've patted the dirt down, I return home and put away my shovel.
This is the least I can do for them. I don't know if animals go to heaven, but wherever they go when they die, I hope they can return to the sky and fly.
They shall mount up with wings like eagles pigeons. From Petey.
