HALLOWEEN

Halloween is nearly upon us, readers. In preparation, I have temporarily changed my theme to Strange Little Town.

And yes, I haven’t posted in literal months… Yeah, there’s no good reason for that. I guess I just got lazy needed a break.

But anyway, I chose Strange Little Town in honor of a post series some friends of mine have invited me to join in: the Month-Long Halloween Extravaganza! Every week until Halloween, I’ll be posting something Halloween-related. Now, I suppose you want to know who will be joining in.

On Mondays, you can find a new post on Strike A Spark, run by River.

On Wednesdays, you can find a new post on Cloud’s World Of… written by Cloud.

And on Fridays, you’ll see a brand new post on this blog right here, written by me.

The post theme changes every week, and will include everything from creepy crafts and short stories to haunting recipes and the history of Halloween. It starts today (Oct. 1) on Strike A Spark, so head over to River’s blog right now for some Halloween awesomeness!

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Writing is hard.

Writing is very, very hard. Unless you’ve got a good prompt, of course. Recently, I was on Tumblr, scrolling through my dashboard. I saw a post that basically dared someone to write a fanfiction about another Tumblr user and the character of their choice and submit it to said Tumblr user. Since nearly everyone I follow likes Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sherlock, or all three, I thought this would be easy to write. I was wrong.

It took me three and a half hours, but I came up with three different versions of the same ficlet. One focuses on the Doctor Who universe, one on the Supernatural universe, and one on the Sherlock universe. I honestly don’t know which one I like best, but I thought you guys could choose for me. Warning: slight spoilers ahead for all three fandoms.

1. Doctor Who

You’re in your room, absent-mindedly scrolling through your Tumblr dashboard. You pause to reblog a fic dare post, hoping it’ll happen but doubting it will anyway. You scroll on until you see a post about Cas, Dean, and the absence of personal space between the two. You reblog that as well.

Your mind goes back to that fic dare post. You’d really love it if someone were to follow up and write a fic about you. It’d be fun to read, you think. “Ah well, it’s never going to really happen anyway,” you say to yourself.

Still, you refresh your dash, hoping for a new message to show up. There is nothing. The anons are absent today. “Bored,” you say, just to hear the sound of your voice. If only you had a gun and a spray-paint smiley face.

You scroll some more. Hmm, that Star Trek post’s good. Maybe I’ll reblog it. Wait… What’s this? All the posts on the dash have suddenly gone black. It’s as if they have been censored. W-what’s happening?

The black expands, turning the familiar blue of the dashboard background black as well. It creeps across your window, growing and growing. It consumes the address bar and the dock. Soon, it has nothing left to eat. Your entire screen has gone black. You tentatively press a key, hoping the computer has simply gone to sleep. You know it hasn’t.

Suddenly, the blackness jumps out, somehow escaping from the screen. It touches your desk, and the desk goes black. You frantically scoot your chair away, watching in horror as the terrible darkness spreads across your walls, across your possessions, turning your entire room black. You risk a glance out the window. Outside, everything has gone dark, even the sky. The stars are going out, you quote. Funny that something that was once in a show is happening in real life.

While you were distracted, the black has crept onto your chair. You jump up, but it is too late. The color spreads quickly across your skin, sharp prickles of pain following in its tracks. As you close your eyes, you vaguely wonder why your dash has color again. You black out.

——————————————————–

You wake up to the sound of something whooshing and a man’s voice saying something. You blink your eyes open. Where am I? Your room has been mysteriously replaced by an orange-y ochre-colored wall with strange dents scattered across.

Wait. This looks familiar. You look to your left. Faded red Converse stand there. You follow the brown pinstripe-clad legs up, up, up, until your eyes stop on a familiar face. “Doctor?”

The man you know as both David Tennant, Scotsman, and the Doctor, Time Lord, gapes at you.

“What? How do you know me? Do I know you?” He rushes out, clearly curious as to your sudden appearance in–Ohmygod, you’re in the TARDIS. “More importantly, how did you get here?” The question brings your attention from fangirling back to the Doctor.

“Well, Doctor,” you say as you slowly sit up. “It’s a long story. But then, we’ve got all the time in the world, don’t we?”

He grins quickly. “I like you. Now, you’ll explain everything as soon as I can get the TARDIS into the vortex. Can’t stay here right now, it’s not really a good idea.”

“Where are we?”

“… We might be on Krakatoa, and it might be a few minutes before the eruption…”

Your eyes widen, then you chuckle. “You’d better get moving then, shouldn’t you?” The Doctor rushes over to the console in response, starting a long and complicated dance around it.

“Actually, change of plans. We’re going to Earth, early 2000s. I’ve just got to pick up a friend and then we’ll be off.” he says as he shifts the wibbly lever to the right and presses several buttons. You recognize the blue stabilizers and giggle as he presses all the buttons but the blue ones.

As the TARDIS begins to emit the whooshing noise you remember, the Doctor smiles manically. “Allons-y!”

* * *

2. Supernatural

You’re in your room, absent-mindedly scrolling through your Tumblr dashboard. You pause to reblog a fic dare post, hoping it’ll happen but doubting it will anyway. You scroll on until you see a post about Avatar: The Last Airbender. You reblog that as well.

Your mind goes back to that fic dare post. You’d really love it if someone were to follow up and write a fic about you. It’d be fun to read, you think. “Ah well, it’s never going to really happen anyway,” you say to yourself.

Still, you refresh your dash, hoping for a new message to show up. There is nothing. The anons are absent today. “Bored,” you say, just to hear the sound of your voice. If only you had a gun and a spray-paint smiley face.

You scroll some more. Hmm, that Dean-is-a-Disney-princess post’s good. Maybe I’ll reblog it. Wait… What’s this? All the posts on the dash have suddenly gone black. It’s as if they have been censored. W-what’s happening?

The black expands, turning the familiar blue of the dashboard background black as well. It creeps across your window, growing and growing. It consumes the address bar and the dock. Soon, it has nothing left to eat. Your entire screen has gone black. You tentatively press a key, hoping the computer has simply gone to sleep. You know it hasn’t.

Suddenly, the blackness jumps out, somehow escaping from the screen. It touches your desk, and the desk goes black. You frantically scoot your chair away, watching in horror as the terrible darkness spreads across your walls, across your possessions, turning your entire room black. You risk a glance out the window. Outside, everything has gone dark, even the sky. Something’s wrong.

While you were distracted, the black has crept onto your chair. You jump up, but it is too late. The color spreads quickly across your skin, sharp prickles of pain following in its tracks. As you close your eyes, you vaguely wonder why your dash has color again. You black out.


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You wake up to the sound of a car engine’s low rumble and a man’s voice saying something. You blink your eyes open. Where am I? Your room has been mysteriously replaced by a road you lie on.

You look to your left. Faded shoes stand there. You follow the denim-clad legs up, up, up, until your eyes stop on a familiar face. “D-dean? Dean Winchester?

The man you know as both Jensen Ackles and Dean Winchester gapes at you. The surprised expression on his face is quickly replaced by a suspicious glare.

“How do you know my name?” He says, wary but curious about your sudden appearance in–Ohmygod, you’re in Supernatural. “More importantly, how did you get here?” The question brings your attention from fangirling back to the hunter staring down at you.

“Well, Dean,” you say as you slowly sit up. “It’s a long story. But I can tell you that I’m not a demon, not an angel, and not anything else supernatural.” You can’t resist slipping the pun in, though you know he won’t understand it.

He splashes you with holy water. You smile at him. “See? Not a demon. Now, d’you know anywhere a girl can get some nice pie and a drink?”

He nods slowly. “I know a place, yeah.”

“Ok. Er… Where are we?”

“We’re somewhere in South Dakota.”

Your eyes widen, then you chuckle. “You’re going to see Bobby then?”

He nods again. “Do you still want that pie? If you do, come on.” He jumps into–Holy shit, it’s the Impala. As you climb in, you casually remark “Nice car.”

He looks sideways at you. “Thanks. Now, let’s get ourselves some pie.”

* * *

3. Sherlock

You’re in your room, absent-mindedly scrolling through your Tumblr dashboard. You pause to reblog a fic dare post, hoping it’ll happen but doubting it will anyway. You scroll on until you see a post about how Tumblr user Pizza is probably some sort of demon. You reblog that as well.

Your mind goes back to that fic dare post. You’d really love it if someone were to follow up and write a fic about you. It’d be fun to read, you think. “Ah well, it’s never going to really happen anyway,” you say to yourself.

Still, you refresh your dash, hoping for a new message to show up. There is nothing. The anons are absent today. “Bored,” you say, just to hear the sound of your voice. If only you had a gun and a spray-paint smiley face.

You scroll some more. Oh look, it’s a relic of the Mishapocalypse. Maybe I’ll reblog it. Wait… What’s this? All the posts on the dash have suddenly gone black. It’s as if they have been censored. W-what’s happening?

The black expands, turning the familiar blue of the dashboard background black as well. It creeps across your window, growing and growing. It consumes the address bar and the dock. Soon, it has nothing left to eat. Your entire screen has gone black. You tentatively press a key, hoping the computer has simply gone to sleep. You know it hasn’t.

Suddenly, the blackness jumps out, somehow escaping from the screen. It touches your desk, and the desk goes black. You frantically scoot your chair away, watching in horror as the terrible darkness spreads across your walls, across your possessions, turning your entire room black. You risk a glance out the window. Outside, everything has gone dark, even the sky. The stars are going out, you quote. Funny that something that was once in a show is happening in real life.

While you were distracted, the black has crept onto your chair. You jump up, but it is too late. The color spreads quickly across your skin, sharp prickles of pain following in its tracks. As you close your eyes, you vaguely wonder why your dash has color again. You black out.

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You wake up to a loud bang and a man’s voice saying something. You blink your eyes open. Where am I? Your room has been mysteriously replaced by a different room, wallpapered with black and white VIctorian-esque designs.

Wait. This looks familiar. You look to your left. Formal black leather shoes stand there. You follow the black-clad legs up, up, up, until your eyes stop on a very familiar face. “Mycroft?”

The man you know as both Mark Gattiss, murdering writer extraordinaire, and Mycroft Holmes, the British government, raises an eyebrow. He turns and says over his shoulder, “So, this is the girl that ‘magically’ appeared in your flat?”

Someone else steps into your line of sight, someone wearing a certain striped jumper, holding a certain skull in one hand and a certain harpoon in the other.

John Watson, your mind supplies as you gape. But if both Mycroft and John are here, where’s Sherlock?

Then, a low voice shouts from the kitchen, “John, my skull!”

“Just a second, Sherlock!” John shouts back.

A loud, impatient groan emits from the kitchen. You hear quick, heavy footsteps.

Then Sherlock Holmes, wearing the famous and fandom-worshipped ‘purple shirt of sex’, appears. “John, I said–Ah. She’s awake.” John mutters a “Well, yes, Sherlock, I thought that was obvious.” as Sherlock sweeps his eyes over you, deducing and thinking.

“Er… Hi.” you say.

* * *

So… What did you think? *cabbages are thrown at Koko*

I know that all the beginning bits are pretty similar, but that’s what it’s supposed to be like. The same beginning, but you can choose which universe you drop into. I was going to write a few more (like Harry Potter or LOTR) but my hands are tired and I got a new keyboard so all the keys are harder to press down. But I want to know: did you like it? Would you want to read more of the stories? Or would you want to throw cabbages at me.

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Comic-Con International: San Diego 2013 – Cosplay Gallery Roundup

I couldn’t go to Comic Con, as usual. Bah.

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Just like last year I didn’t make to San Diego Comic-Con. I did however find a lot of cosplay photos online, so I decided to post a gallery roundup again. Hopefully someday I’ll be posting photos I’ve taken myself.

Also, don’t miss this well written article about Cosplay that was posted at the LA Times: Comic-Con cosplay: Costumed role-players become temporary superstars I’m going to direct my friends and family to this the next time I get the quizzical “Huh!?” when I try to explain cosplay to them.

A big thank you to each and every photographer. All of us stuck at home really appreciate it.

Check back often as I’ll add to the listed as more SDCC 2013 cosplay photos and videos continue to show up on the interwebs.

First off, here’s a couple of fun cosplay videos from Agressive Comics and Sneaky Zebra





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Don’t throw out that old umbrella, transform it!!

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Don’t throw out that old umbrella, transform it!!

I wonder if we can go through the city dump and retrieve old umbrellas (figuratively speaking) strip them and crochet a brand new one and sell each one for $1,000.00 – $5,000.00 each, then we could talk about turning trash into cash.

It takes a certain type of crochet artist to make that happen, a desperate one?? no, a visionary crochet artist…

 

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Freebie Friday! The Hidden Pocket Tote

Pretty.

Choly Knight

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This one is so simple, but just making it just made me so happy 😀 For one, it used up a lot of scraps that I had been keeping around for far too long. This seafoam green faux suede in particular – I bought it to test out making some gloves way back in high school! I bought way too much so I’ve been using up the scraps ever since. And now it’s finally gone! The other thing I love is the little hidden pocket feature on the front of the tote – the entire center panel of printed fabric you see is actually one large pocket that’s accessed from a clean little opening on the side. It’s made using a very simple method, but I just love how sharp it looks so it always makes me smile.

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Surgery and Jello

This is probably the weirdest title I’ve written so far. Surgery and Jello, two completely unrelated things–or are they?

Two weeks ago, I got pyogenic granuloma on my face. It’s a little bump (kinda like a pimple) that spontaneously decides to bleed. And when it bleeds, it bleeds a lot. Alarming amounts of blood have come out of it. It’s not life-threatening or anything, and requires a simple, small surgery to fix. So tomorrow, I’m going in for surgery. Joy.

This means that I have to stop eating foods at midnight, so no late-night snacks for me. Boo. It also means that I am restricted to consuming only water, Gatorade, and Jello until sometime Friday afternoon/night when I wake up. Oh, did I forget to mention that they’re putting me to sleep? It’s weird, I’d thought they would do local anesthesia for this, since it’s only on my face. But no, they’re doing the full-body thing.

But yeah, surgery and Jello.

Also, I now know how to make Jello. I made my own Jello like 10 minutes ago (this is a major stepping stone, people). Now I just have to wait for a few hours and I have a lot of pink, solid-y liquid-y goo to eat.

But yeah, surgery and Jello. I already said that. Or wrote that. Or whatever.

ETA: Don’t worry, I’m not going to die or anything from pyogenic granuloma. So you’re still stuck with me and my craziness and my stupid writing and my weird headcanons. Don’t worry. I said wrote said that already.

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What affects an Animagus?

If a dog Animagus were to eat chocolate in his human form, then turn into his animal form, would he die?

This was the question posed to me by a young Potterhead in my neighborhood who had spotted me rereading Deathly Hallows. I was stumped. I thought about it later and I think I’ve found a good theory: The activities done in human form will not affect a transformed Animagus, and vice versa. It makes total sense, doesn’t it? Otherwise, every Animagi would have to avoid eating certain foods in their life. Except maybe housefly Animagi. (expanding on the food thing below)

My completed theory is that certain things done in human form will not affect their transformation, and vice versa.

I have found that my theory will ‘fix’ the problem with diet choices. However, I am not sure about physical activity. Physical appearance of the Animagus will be affected by the person’s human form. I will expand on these three things below.

1. Diet choices. For example, sugar gliders cannot eat citruses, salty things, and chocolate (among other things). If activities in human form were to affect a transformed Animagus, this would mean that the witch or wizard would have to avoid eating a lot of things, and basically live on the diet choices of a sugar glider. It’s not going to be too healthy a lifestyle if our sugar glider Animagus is stuck eating just fruits and the occasional nut or vegetable. Besides, we all know that the Marauders achieved Animagus transformation in their fifth year at Hogwarts. If they had had to stick to the dietary requirements their other forms ‘set’ for them, surely a teacher or classmate would have noticed something ‘off’ with their eating habits. Furthermore, I am assuming that Sirius (or someone else) would have eaten chocolate to combat the effects of the Dementors. If this is true, then he would have been poisoned once he transformed into Padfoot. However he wasn’t. This led me to my deduction that anything eaten that could be harmful to someone in either one of their Animagus forms would not affect their other form.

Mmm….Chocolate…

I am also assuming that, however harmful the food eaten may have been, if someone had eaten a full meal it would still translate into general ‘fullness’ in either form the Animagus chose to take. Otherwise, it would be a bit troublesome, wouldn’t it? Having to eat two meals? And since I am assuming that Sirius did a lot in Padfoot form when he escaped from Azkaban, including eat (I am assuming he stole and ate food in Padfoot form), then the ‘fullness’ must have transferred or else when he reverted into Sirius form, he would have had to eat again.

2. Physical activity. If an Animagus were to stretch (or otherwise exercise) a lot in their human form, resulting in more flexibility (or other skills), would the new flexibility skill extend to their Animagus form? I honestly do not know. One would think that the weight of an Animagus would be equal: For example, if someone who weighed relatively little for their age were to transform, their Animagus form would also weigh relatively little for their age. I don’t know if that extends to muscles, flexibility, and/or strength.

However, we know that Minerva McGonagall is described as a ‘sprightly seventy-year-old’, and that she held her own in the minor tussle during Harry’s Astronomy OWL (OoTP, 5th year). We also know that she regularly patrolled Hogwarts, kicked arse in the Battle of Hogwarts and the Battle of the Astronomy Tower, that she was a fairly active Order member, and that she would have happily joined in Peeves’ evicting Umbridge had Peeves not appropriated her walking stick. These canon facts all point to a pretty active lifestyle, so we know that she was very healthy. We also know that she spent an entire day sitting by Number 4 Privet Drive, spying on observing the Dursleys in their natural habitat in her Animagus form. She also jumped down from a wall mid-transformation, so she was confident enough in her health that she knew she wouldn’t injure herself. I’m pretty sure that transforming from a cat into a human in midair would take some practice. This proves that some physical ability will transfer to one’s Animagus form.

But I don’t know if muscles will transfer. Let’s say a bodybuilder became an Animagus. Would his other form have large muscles, or would it just be an average animal? If he were to train in his Animagus form, would the training affect his human form? What do you guys think? River, I would like to know your opinion on this. For now, let’s continue on to number 3.

3. Physical appearance. We also know that McGonagall’s physical appearance transferred to her face in Animagus form, appearing in markings around her eyes said to resemble the square spectacles that she wore. Rita Skeeter wore green quite a lot in GoF, and the book described her Animagus form (Skeeter transforms into a beetle) as green-colored. The coloring of her Animagus form could also refer to her crocodile-skin handbag, or the ‘acid-green’ Quick Quotes Quill she would often carry with her. Furthermore, her beetle form was described as having curled antennae which resembled the curls of her hair, and she had markings around her antennae that looked like her jeweled glasses. So, we know that parts of one’s physical appearance can affect their Animagus appearance.

However, I want to know just how far the likeness will go. If a Metamorphmagus were to transform into an Animagus, would their Metamorphmagus skill still work? Would their Animagus form be able to change their appearance, shape, color, etc. at will? Or would the morphing not work at all?

If someone had dyed their hair blue, would the fur/scales/hair/skin of their Animagus form be blue as well? What if they had a tattoo? Would that tattoo appear on their Animagus form? If they were nearsighted, would their form be nearsighted as well? If they had a piercing, would their form have a piercing too?

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A Salute to Captain America and That Singing Pirate From Spongebob

AYE AYE CAPTAIN!

AYE AYE CAPTAIN!

CAP-TAIN ROG-ERS!

CAP-TAIN ROG-ERS!

CAP-TAIN ROG-ERS!

*tour guide voice* This has been a salute to Captain America and that singing pirate from Spongebob Squarepant’s opening theme.

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I missed July 4th

(I. Missed. July. 4th. I had this whole post planned, with gifs and all, and then I forgot to post it. It was all written up and ready to be published, but we went out for the day and I forgot to schedule the fricking post.

So, let’s all pretend it’s the 4th again and I’ll post the post I had planned in the first place. Without further ado, I present to you: the worst post I have probably ever written.)

HAHAHAHAH IT’S INDEPENDENCE DAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

WOOT

YEAH

(In all honesty, I realize that there is a s**tload of stuff that is wrong with America. Just give me one day to be obnoxious and patriotic before I go back to wanting to live in Canada [seriously, they have gay marriage and free healthcare and bagged milk])

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Freebie Friday! The Pleated Patch Purse

Pretty… River, look!

Choly Knight

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I was in the mood to make another dainty-looking purse again ^w^ This time I made use of some tiny scraps such for the corner patches, while the top section is made from the last bit of faux suede paisley that I’ve had since high school! I used it to make a long jacket initially, and I’ve been using the leftovers for other little crafts ever since. I’m kind of a sucker for putting together purple and gray, so the rest of the details for this purse just came together from there. I wanted something that looked a little feminine but also classy :B

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