Dexterousoul's Xanga

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:43:13 GMT

Started writing about the first dynasty of Temire, you know, the country in my story Willing Tool?

Ok...you don't know.

Umm, anyway, here is a sneak peak at one of the scenes.

An illustration from my story. Left: Tao Fan'hi (the older one). Right: Riun Sichuu (the younger one).

When the broadsword hit the cold ground, glittering cobalt under the blue skies, Fan’hi stepped forward, not to Sichuu’s side, not to raise a kick. The spear that was supposed to be out of reach thrust through the older man’s right chest. A jet of blood spurted backwards, tainting the ice crystals that flew up when the sword landed. It was a flaming colour in the world of blue and white. It burnt through the young Riun’s retinas.

The red cloud in Sichuu’s vision cleared, along with his confusion.

Warm as the blood, Fan’hi’s hand found itself on Sichuu’s shoulder one last time, supporting the kneeling priest from collapsing. His proud smile returned to his face. It made the young man realize how their friendship had not been a lie.

“Your future is more important, for your brother is still alive, waiting for you to come to him…”

~青月レン aka Dexterity

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 07:45:53 GMT

An intro video to Shien: The Prologue. Yay!

Sorry for the horrible art and animation. Please enjoy anyway!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 22:36:30 GMT

Started some serious writing again. I don't know how long it'll take for me to finish this story, but I'm optimistic about how it'll turn out.

The story is called Shien. Here is the summary, taken from my fictionpress profile.

Set in the same geographical region as Willing Tool but takes place later in the country's history. Shien is but an infant. She has no powers to fight the army drawing near, the assassins lurking in the shadows. But her very birth is the King on a chess board. Her life or death will turn the tide on the most devastating war Temire has ever seen.

It'll be broken into two main portions, Shien - Prologue, and Shien. The prologue will cover everything before Shien's birth, and the main story will cover the life of Shien. There will be several parts to the prologue, each part about 2-3 chapters (2000-3000 words or so) long following the perspectives of the major forces in the Civil War. The main story should be about as long as the prologue, but told in a single part (so around 10 chapters or so).

Currently, I've written a chapter zero introduction for the prologue section, and am on the second chapter of prologue - part one, which follows the story of Sitou Ten'ue, the character who killed the former monarch and is planning to help her master, Riun Ten'ha, usurp the throne of the country.

Here's chapter zero, a little sneak peak to the story!

“It’s not my fault that I’m the Heiress…”

The woman took a step back towards the cliff’s edge, her shaking foot stirring up a small whirl of dirt.

But her pursuer only answered by taking a matching step towards her.

“Don’t come near me. One more step and I’ll jump off.”

Her pursuer didn’t seem to care, taking yet another step and another. Their distance closed. The woman tried to back up more, but she was already at the end of the ledge. From where she was standing, she could feel the vibration of the ocean waves clashing on the coast.

“Why me, why me, why me? It’s not my fault. It’s…it’s all your fault. Don’t blame me. I told you to stop coming, you coward. Stop coming!”

The pursuer reached out to grab the woman, prompting her to bend backwards. The slight shift of centre of gravity was enough to make her tumble. She slipped off the ground, screaming.

“Not yet, Heiress.”

The pursuer said while stepping the woman’s hand onto the cliff’s edge. Her fall stopped with a dozen cracking sounds of her wrist bones breaking.

Despite seeing her own flattened hand, the woman smiled.

“I knew it wouldn’t be over yet, Sitou Ten’ue. I knew you’d save me.”

“Then you’re wrong, Heiress.”

Ten’ue bent down so that she was facing the woman’s hand. The woman shivered when Ten’ue’s fingers hovered over her thumb.

“Fingers” was a misleading description.

Ten’ue’s fingers, or rather appendages, were like centipedes; a segmented black shell extending just a little past her knuckles encased them. Each segment of the shell was adorned with small razors that matched the sharpness of the fingertips. The only remnants of humanity were the blood vessels that extended from Ten’ue’s human flesh into the dark armour.

“Just let me die, just let me die,” the woman screamed, trying to shake her hand out from the bottom of Ten’ue’s boot.

“Just give up, Heiress. Hou kai ju en. Neh’ui gan’oku mu dou.”

Ten’ue’s used her inhuman index finger tip to cut into the woman’s thumb, just below the first joint. Wisps of smoke rose into the air amidst the woman’s screams as the searing incision was made; all blood instantly vaporizing under the energy.

“Damn you, Sitou. Damn you. I’ll haunt you forever. You won’t live long…”

The woman’s voice trailed off when Ten’ue kicked her off the cliff. A splash was heard some ten-men’s-height below where the woman’s body splattered onto the rocky shoreline.

Without even looking down once more, Ten’ue pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid that she poured on the woman’s severed thumb, watching the ink turn into a turquoise hue upon contact with the skin. She pressed the thumb onto a scroll to make a print below the words.

Riun ji sen yuin Chin Depu

Sen’u hou nokudai Gaisen

Chiyu yuin Xue Fuu

Kiri ji fen’ou ya

Notes:

The italicized text is in Haiyu, a dialect of the fictional language of Shirinese. Below are the translations.

Hou kai ju en. Neh’ui gan’oku mu dou: It will end soon. You won’t feel it.

Riun ji sen yuin Chin Depu, Sen’u hou nokudai Gaisen, chiyu yuin Xue Fuu, Kiri ji fen’ou ya: Surname of Riun, mark Chin Depu, sixth generation Gaisen after Sen’u, gives mark Xue Fuu the title of Kiri.

～青月レン aka Dexterity

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 02:11:38 GMT

I'm taking art commisions, like this one:

The payment is reviews for my stories, because I think my art isn't worth money...yet.

I'll be optimistic about how my art may cost money some time in the future *laughs*

Below is directly taken from my deviantart journal entry regarding how to request from me.

Once again, RG AAT can be accessed at the following: [link]

I think I've already talked about the RG AAT in my last journal entry. It's a place for artists to trade their artwork in exchange for others reviewing their writing. The reviewer specifies the request to draw a character from his/her fiction and the artist accepts the request for a certain payment.

That said, if there happens to be anybody interested in requesting from me, here is the type of stuff that I can do and the payment:

Profile pictures (Half body or full-body, 1 character, facing forward, neutral posture. Patterned background included. For pencil sketch with pale colors background, an additional 1 easy fix review is charged)

Anime-style pencil sketch: [link] - 1 Easy Fix Review
Anime-style inked sketch - 1 In-depth Review
Realism pencil sketch: - 2 Easy Fix Reviews
Realism inked sketch: - 1 In-depth Review and 1 Easy Fix Review
Anime-style pencil lineart with pale colors: [link] - 2 Easy Fix Reviews
Realism pencil lineart with pale colors: - 2 In-depth Reviews
Anime-style digitally drawn lineart: - 2 In-depth Reviews
Realism digitally drawn lineart: - 2 In-depth Reviews and 1 Easy Fix Review
Anime-style hard shading: [link] - 3 In-depth Reviews and 3 Easy Fix Reviews
Anime-style soft shading: [link] - 3 In-depth Reviews and 5 Easy Fix Reviews
Fully-colored Realism: [link] - 5 In-depth Reviews and 3 Easy Fix Reviews

Scenes (Multiple characters with detailed backgrounds)

Anime-style pencil sketch: - 2 Easy Fix Reviews
Anime-style inked sketch - 1 In-depth Review and 1 Easy Fix Review
Realism pencil sketch: - 2 In-depth Reviews and 2 Easy Fix Reviews
Realism inked sketch: - 2 In-depth Reviews and 3 Easy Fix Reviews
Anime-style pencil lineart with pale colors: [link] - 3 Easy Fix Reviews
Realism pencil lineart with pale colors: - 3 In-depth Reviews
Anime-style digitally drawn lineart: - 4 In-depth Reviews
Realism digitally drawn lineart: - 5 In-depth Reviews and 3 Easy Fix Review
Anime-style hard shading: [link] - 5 In-depth Reviews and 3 Easy Fix Reviews
Anime-style soft shading: - 5 In-depth Reviews and 5 Easy Fix Reviews
Fully-colored Realism: - 10 In-depth Reviews

More samples to come soon! (need to upload them...I'm so lazy )

Estimated time of finish is given by the amount of payment. 1 Easy Fix review = 1 day, 1 In-depth Review = 3 days. So if you are looking for a fully-colored realism scene with background, you're looking at 30 days, which means I might not finish it. I doubt I would even take that job to start with, haha (and I don't think you'd want to entrust it to me!)

So if you desperately need someone to draw a picture for you, here's the method. Hope that helps!

Friday, October 24, 2008

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 00:13:43 GMT

Tired...

Do you want to know how 10 nanometer beads diffuse through capillaries with square-picometers' cross-sections?

I guess not.

Someone on FP once asked me what biophysics is. I just gave you an example (´＿｀。)

I guess nobody wants to know what biophysics is anymore, haha.

So I decided...I should do some serious writing here ^^

About things in general, things that were precious, things that are not anymore, and things that will always be.

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It is time to sort through my xanga entries. I know it. Pictures in my old entries were long removed from my photobucket, making them appear as empty loading boxes. Nobody will understand what I was referring to. I need to go back and change some things so that the writing makes sense to the random stranger who stumbles here on their navigation of the net.

I read through one item after another. There isn't a lot to them, but for some reason, nostalgia slips into my mind once more. My previous writing style, content...they were so different, yet ominously familiar. Everything has become my personal history but it seems as though it just happened yesterday.

I know of my habit of reminiscing. I know of it from long ago. As a result, I continue to keep a detailed record of my life just for that purpose. Old emails, msn conversations, homework, writing...they are all carefully digitalized and stored on data CDs for future reference. Due to my renewed interest in my past, I dig up these CDs to take a look at old emails with a friend, old instant messaging conversations we had.

We really talked a lot at that time, huh?

About many things: her life, my own, and others'...friends, family, and celebrities alike.

It must've seemed like there are endless things to talk about at that time, but it's different now. From the time we overshot 4 message archives a year, till now...when I rarely see her online at all.

Are we bored of each other?

Or we just changed, to different people at this different time.

But perhaps...

...just perhaps...

There are still some remnants of our old self somewhere.

Is that why we smile as we try to remember how it was like back then?

~青月レン

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:14:28 GMT

Haven't updated this blog in ages...

Sorry for not updating my fics either.

I've gotten emails regarding my fics. I promise to attempt writing them in the near future.

Just have a horrible block and...well...very stressed out about school.

My face itches! I think I got sunburned or something...

きゃぁぁぁっっっ

I'll try something soon anyway. Hope you'll stay with my stories!

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To keep you occupied, here is what I found when I went over some of my old works. A sad little piece.

The clouds are a whirling gray and the rain starts falling from those unwelcoming hands. Patter, patter…the sound is becoming louder, overwhelming her voice that is barely reaching me. I have to guess what she’s saying by the movement of her lips; no, to feel it with my heart as though I, myself, am a part of her. No matter how impossible it seems for me to understand, I do, and her words are prompting my eyes to fog up with liquid that is mingled with the pouring showers; rendering them indistinguishable.

“It has…always…been my dream…”

She whispers, slowly, struggling to say each word.

“…to give this life…to someone…who I love…”

I am choking. I don’t know why, but I am; coughing from the rain water and slime that gushed towards my throat, leaving a bland taste on my tongue. I want to speak; to tell her that I don’t need her life, but no movement of my lips can pump out that mucus in my mouth. Drenched in the freezing dampness, I feel as though I were sinking through imaginary waves that crash down on my battered body; the air around me is so heavy that they crush me under their weight.

“Sorry for being selfish…but…for once…let me realize my dream?”

Those golden brown pools whose radiance is fading under the shadow of her drooping eyelids are pleading for my answer, pleading for me to agree to her foolishness. It is an understatement to say that she is selfish; she deserves to be condemned to the lowest levels of hell for what she will put me through.

To save my life with hers is like forcing me to live through unlimited torture each day; every second will be spent damning myself for existing, for my presence will mean her absence…it will all be my fault.

Like offering a lamb to some faraway deity, she pushes all the blame onto me and runs away while leaving me behind as a sacrifice to the monster that she calls “her dream” Yet I, I…I can’t even speak a word.

“It’s…alright. It’s going to be alright.”

I find myself answering. All the words of anger that I am screaming in my heart remains unsaid. Feeling her quivering fingers against my cheek made me forget every emotion that had, just a moment ago, seared my skin with the might of boiling lava. My face relaxes under her soft, fading touch that is only reaching me from the coldness of her fingertips, causing my eyes to narrow to slits that are unseeing of anything except for her. It has become too tiring to clench my teeth, and letting go, my lips turn into a melancholic smile.

She smiles back at me with what little strength she has; such a sight forming the last arrow to pierce through the gate of my dignity. Warm tears fall from my eyes and onto her face.

“Thank you, Wei’ai. As always…thank…you…”

Her weight against my chest, her hair brushing across my neck…the memory of all those gentle caresses seem to replay themselves on my body, giving me a nostalgic sensation that silently drifts away to be replaced by a fearful loneliness. Her quiet words, now just little movements with almost no sound, continue to flow into my heart.

“It’s getting cold…and…dark…and I…can’t say I’m not…afraid.”

“Idiot”

I scream into her ears so that she must listen to me.

“This is a storm! It is supposed to be getting cold and dark! There’s nothing for you to be afraid of!”

Lies. All lies. But I make myself believe them. She must believe them too. Once the sun comes up, the storm will be gone. Everything will be fine again.

“Umm…I guess you’re right…”

She drifts away even further, our souls barely touching anymore.

“I’m afraid…but…I can bear with it…”

“Because in the end…I…I am…with you…”

“It’s not in the end, it is till the end. I’ll be with you till the end that has clearly not come yet; or will it for another hundred years.”

“Won’t it be nice?”

Instead of doubting me, she says that. Like always, she doesn’t retort me. She just speaks the truth to bombard my thoughts.

“What will we do? There’s a hundred years left…we have…lots…lots of time…”

“Yes, lots, lots of time. I’ll go anywhere, as long as you’re with me, Yan’ei.”

“So cliché…but I like it…”

“I like you, Wei’ai…”

“I know you’ve been waiting…waiting for me to say this…but you don’t need to wait any longer…”

“I like you, always…always…”

“As I sleep, I’ll remember…”

“…that I like you.”

Her fingers slip as though she is bidding me to bow my head to her. In a desperate grasp, she stops her hand in my hair and holds me in my place a breath away from her.

“Be happy…”

“I know…know this is too much…to ask of you…”

“But be happy…”

“For I’ll be watching…”

“Watching…waiting…loving…”

She mouths a last word that I cannot see as I close my eyes upon the touch of her lips against mine. They are soft and moist; delicate as the petals of a flower, young as the day that is just dawning.

Ignoring that her hands have dropped onto the mud, ignoring that the cold has turned the rain to snow, ignoring the seeping sunlight shining onto the arcs of a rainbow, ignoring the coming spring against the last winter night…

Ignoring the world, I kiss her.

As long as we remain like this, nothing will change.

If I don’t open my eyes, this moment will be the same.

Despite any difference, it’ll be the same…

Always, always, always…

She’ll be alive with me.

The segment above is from my story Bleed which I've yet to finish writing or post. Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

~青月レン

Monday, February 25, 2008

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 05:23:37 GMT

Kan reluctantly lifted up the silver lid to reveal what was underneath, not that seeing it would help the recognition. In fact, the sane girl just got more confused as she looked at the different combinations of black and white on the plate.

“That Pendulum Motion thing I’ve already seen from before you’ve minimized its size…”

“AUTOMATIC ZERO POINTS FOR ZHUA!!! THAT THING BURNED MY ASS!!!” Meng hurriedly added before Kan could finish her sentence.

“Yes, so you have my support for that dish, Zhua. As for this one…what is it exactly?”

Ignoring Meng’s angry response, Zhua continued proudly.

“States of Matter.”

“…”

“States of Matter!” Zhua exclaimed in confirmation, “Frozen rice, gooey rice, charred rice!”

As Meng plummet her head into the bowl, Kan calmly (except her twitching eyebrows of course) asked, “So can you show me the equilibrium points?”

Zhua picked up her chopsticks and smudged the margin between frozen and gooey, gooey and charred, and charred and frozen rice respectively, speaking after each smudge, “fusion curve, vaporization curve, sublimation curve!”

“What’s that then?” Kan pointed at the stuff on Meng’s plate that was mixed well by the movement of her face as it buried deeper and deeper.

“Triple point!”

Kan plummet her face as well. Zhua worriedly looked at them with her innocent eyes, “But I haven’t shown you my third dish yet!”

“Don’t force yourself to do so. Two are fine by my standards,” Kan spoke.

“No no! You mustn’t waste my efforts!” Zhua said, taking a cup of water to her side and dumping ‘States of Matter’ inside, “This is Archimedes Principle!”

Meng slapped her.

I love Imagine ^____________^;;

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 21:18:17 GMT

Furude Rika of Higurashi crowned SAIMOE 2007!!!

here are links to Rika support videos!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-giWjIooGY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW3ae-8MDH8

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 06:20:08 GMT

wow...almost a year...

so why am I writing now? it is mainly because im too tired of math and physics as of late. taking 7 courses, 2 of them being math, 2 of them being physics, 2 of them being bio, and the remaining course being computer science is definitely not good for your health, and running from the north end of the campus to the south every day is not much better either. plus the fact that i totally do not get enough sleep, and my schedule is so tight that i can only manage taking a small snack while my physics prof rambles excitedly about how i can get slimmer if i travel close to the speed of light...it all makes me feel numb by the end of the week. oh yes, and i still have 50 pages of bio, 20 pages of comp sci, 30 pages of phy to read, and i have to finish 2 math assignments, a phy assignment, 2 online quizzes (one for comp sci and one for bio)...makes me SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO enthusiastic about waking up on saturday morning, huh?

all in all...i think i should go to sleep, but of course, this blog is about my writings and art, so that means i haven't even gotten to the actual topic yet...

great...well, that wasn't much of a sarcastic remark, as i do like my writings and art A LOT, especially when im so mentally tired from the logic of science. if only the world operates in a simple manner like a story, the author writes something and TADA it appears on the page, life would be much easier. the hell with time dilation and string theory and whatnot...i make it happen and so it happens; the one and only law of my stories' universe.

oh yes, my writings and art, haha...in my rambling about how real life sucks, i nearly forgot that again. i made an avatar of Eleanor, and a wallpaper of Dior from my series of stories entitled "Temire" after the fictional country that these stories are set in. i didn't actually draw these pics today (as i said, i don't have time to do so...i woke up at 6 to go to my morning class, then got home at 3, ate, did physics, went volunteering, ate, did more physics until 12). all i did was to tweak around with them on photoshop, which normally would be tedious and trivial but was SO MUCH FUN today. a last note, Eleanor and Dior are awesome characters in my opinion. i absolutely ADORE them. here is an excerpt regarding Dior that i wrote a while ago:

The two exchanged glances for a brief moment as the sorceress walked past her, Tamora’s hard reddish orbs against Dior’s cold ones.The former couldn’t help but gulp at the raven-haired figure’s frosty demeanor.She was a silent beauty; her pale skin subtly running down her deep contours, her cascading locks shining with light playing atop their silky lengths like stars on the midnight skies, her partially closed eyes a shade of golden brown that glinted with authority, and the air that surrounded her; the air that she commanded seemed to freeze under her presence as her graceful steps rang into the distance.

Yeah...I totally adore Dior as you can see from what I wrote above. I don't know if I'll ever post up the story that this little piece is cut from (haven't finished writing it anyway...it is a very difficult story to write since it has a more complex plotline than what I usually use for my fanfictions) but yeah...if you are reading this, then perhaps tell me if it is worth posting?

That's all for now, my eyelids are refusing to cooperate. Until next time,

~青月レン

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 16:51:30 GMT

hey! long time no update again! well...not that long compared to my sitting fanfictions, but they can wait compared to learning (yes, learning, not reviewing...) half a semester worth of psychology, physics AND chemistry during the weekend before the midterms.

im so glad they were the midterms. not that i didn't know how to do the stuff. the psychology and physics midterms seemed pretty easy, but for chemistry, i made the stupid mistake of reading the absorption spectrum backwards...that is what you get from lack of sleep. i think i should start studying for my finals next week...obviously not this week since i just learned half a semester worth of psychology, physics AND chemistry, remember?

the crazy thing is i still managed to photoshop yesterday...yeah, you guessed right...the day right after my last midterm. i spent a good 3 or 4 hours on my picture when i should be preparing for my labs next week. i didn't know i was so energetic. it might be because i got hyped up by some idiotic events at university: 1) when someone put an empty can of coke ON TOP of a SPHERICAL shaped garbage can claiming that she didn't want to go to the garbage can to throw it away when the garbage can flap was IN HER FACE! 2) when THREE people claimed that the answer to some multiple choice question was ALL OF THE ABOVE, but circled option D, which was NONE OF THE ABOVE!