Hahaha it's not the cute parts that want written. It's the doing surgery on oneself parts. OH MY GOD. He's so lucky someone else walked in on that shit.
...ok, yeah. Bad Party Poison, NO COOKIE. *shudders* What the hell is he doing that for?
Right now I'm trying to keep muses in a box. A solid one. (Manic phase. Makes me think I can take on the world. Or, you know, make commitments I don't have the time for.)
Redheads can be demanding, sometimes even in amusing ways. But I originally read your post differently, as if you were writing Party Poison, but was telling Kobra Kid he wasn't invited.
I know Gerard is older than me, but he still looks like he could have been in my class. Damn babyfaced vampire. (Though I'm a Cillian Murphy fan, and he keeps a portrait in the attic, so I'm used to it.)
Gerard Way looks like he could be in my class right now. Given that I am 23 and taking classes with the entire ~5-year spread of undergrads at my school, he is one well-preserved dude.
Wish I could say they were younger than I am; they are just over the age of the robbing the cradle equation without significant "ew" factor for me. Just about anyone is in my "damn kids" category. I suppose as long as no one is telling them to get off our respective lawns, kid works.
I shouldn't randomly read normal posts thru the Killjoy filter in my head. I'm a little disturbed that I have that, where things just start to translate into this other world. I suppose fic writers have that naturally. I'm not used to it.
I have no problem answering, except I'm not certain how to phrase an answer that might make sense. Not seeing through their eyes specifically, but knowing that something is about them kind of flicks a switch so that I process incoming data as if part of that world? Or something? I don't know how to explain it; it's a new part of my brain, and my brain isn't always on good speaking terms with me.
Nope, that does make perfect sense - or at least, I think I'm understanding. Is it in the sense that some things are context-dependent, so if you say "wrap" around a nurse, they're going to assume you mean a bandage, while a film-director would assume "finished", because their worlds have different meanings for that word?
Sometimes it's hard to communicate with people that being a writer-ish sort is wonderful, great, yadda, you're never bored, but it's also sort of terrifying.
See: the cause of this post (also a few whole entire universes that live in my head, augh). See: the collected works of Stephen King. >_>
Sort of terrifying? I think you have an E-ticket ride into freaking horrifying. I always knew there was the compulsion to stock the inner worlds with all the data one can possible stuff in there, plus the kitchen sink. But the demanding nature is a bit of a shock. I would wake my brain up and find this inside.
I've heard from (some of) the universes inside your skull, plus those of Mr. King (another Dark Tower...of course there was going to be one....). And I've watched you and juls go back and forth for what little you show online. Maybe I'm understanding the groundwork on this a bit better than I used to. Fascinating, powerful, but frightening.
Wish I could say they were younger OLDER than I am...
I swear, it's like I need to have a typo in everything I do lately. Except I don't really want them older than me; looking that good at that age means supernatural influence generally. I would love to be younger than them, except I have no desire to relive that part of my life. I'm sorry I can't keep my descriptive words straight, bendy, or at least make some sort of sense.
On the one hand... I can't blame him. On the other hand... WTF MAN ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR TINY SHINY??? At least get someone else to do it for you! Ye gods and tiny teapots.
Clearly! I mean.. no, that's exactly what I mean - clearly he is!
And I thought my muses were bad. I think I owe them an apology. (I'm not sure I'll give it to them, give them an inch and they want a novel, but I probably owe them one...)
And Party Poison is entirely too comfortable in my skin. Thought he was gonna have a go at my tits, was what prompted this post originally. Not that I don't have a complex relationship with my tits but mostly I like having them?
"Have a go at"? - what do you mean? (I know what I think it means, but hello idiolects and such.)
It's funny who is and isn't comfortable in your skin. I have several characters who are weirded out by the whole disabled thing, there's an "Excuse me, why does your body not do what it's told?", because that's outside their realm of experience, but the weirdest one was writing a short 13 year old girl. I've never been "small" in that sense. Up until 15 I was tall for my age (then I quit growing and everyone caught up). At her age I was taller than some of my teachers. So it was very strange to get into the mindset of someone who saw herself as being small, and navigated the world that way. There was a lot of "Why don't you just... ah. Wait. Can't. Fair enough!"
Which is... I'm *not* used to muses being *in* my skin that way. I have them talk back an awful lot, mostly from off in their own universes and about their own problems (although lately Ivan Vorpatril has been muttering about the person for whom I have the tag "you are an idiot yes you," and that's been weird as well), but that was actually sort of... having him alongside in my own head.
I think it might be because I'm working on a first-person piece in Danger Days universe, not his POV but sort-of-mary-sue-mine-in-pastiche-of-his and it's... creating parallels.
Ohhhh. I wondered - and this is one of the things I love/find amusing/occasionally throw shoes at on the net, we all have different linguistic backgrounds. I'm Anglo-Irish - Cork and Yorkshire. And to "have a go at" someone (or something) means to yell at/tell them off. So while I knew you probably meant something else, I had this mental image of Party Poison crouching down to eye-level with someone's breasts and shouting at them. (*facepalm* Yeah, this is why my brain isn't allowed out on his own.)
Ahhh, yeah - it's weird as hell the first time it happens. They don't give you a manual on this, and they sure as hell don't warn you! My muses are mostly the shoulder-surfer type, they "sit" just behind my shoulder on the deaf side and chatter away. (I have been told "Well, it's not like you're using that ear anyway".) But there is very much a sense of them physically too.
...god, we really need more vocab for this. *throws up hands* I know what I mean, just not how to communicate it.
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Right now I'm trying to keep muses in a box. A solid one. (Manic phase. Makes me think I can take on the world. Or, you know, make commitments I don't have the time for.)
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I shouldn't randomly read normal posts thru the Killjoy filter in my head. I'm a little disturbed that I have that, where things just start to translate into this other world. I suppose fic writers have that naturally. I'm not used to it.
Excuse me, I'm a very nosy person.
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Sometimes it's hard to communicate with people that being a writer-ish sort is wonderful, great, yadda, you're never bored, but it's also sort of terrifying.
See: the cause of this post (also a few whole entire universes that live in my head, augh). See: the collected works of Stephen King. >_>
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My phone has decided I should wake up and answer my email omg already.
--it doesn't help that this is a character whose canonical tagline is "Everybody pay attention to me!"
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Yeah, in some cases you're kind of doomed from the start. You can choose not to write, but that doesn't shut them up.
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I've heard from (some of) the universes inside your skull, plus those of Mr. King (another Dark Tower...of course there was going to be one....). And I've watched you and juls go back and forth for what little you show online. Maybe I'm understanding the groundwork on this a bit better than I used to. Fascinating, powerful, but frightening.
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youngerOLDER than I am...I swear, it's like I need to have a typo in everything I do lately. Except I don't really want them older than me; looking that good at that age means supernatural influence generally. I would love to be younger than them, except I have no desire to relive that part of my life. I'm sorry I can't keep my descriptive words straight, bendy, or at least make some sort of sense.
And what do I see today on /network?
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I think I may have mentioned what Party Poison was doing to himself?
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(I'm so glad I only have Show Pony in my head. He doesn't strike me as the type. *eyes him* I hope.)
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Um.
On the one hand... I can't blame him. On the other hand... WTF MAN ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR TINY SHINY??? At least get someone else to do it for you! Ye gods and tiny teapots.
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*cracking up* Yes, probably.
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And I thought my muses were bad. I think I owe them an apology. (I'm not sure I'll give it to them, give them an inch and they want a novel, but I probably owe them one...)
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It's funny who is and isn't comfortable in your skin. I have several characters who are weirded out by the whole disabled thing, there's an "Excuse me, why does your body not do what it's told?", because that's outside their realm of experience, but the weirdest one was writing a short 13 year old girl. I've never been "small" in that sense. Up until 15 I was tall for my age (then I quit growing and everyone caught up). At her age I was taller than some of my teachers. So it was very strange to get into the mindset of someone who saw herself as being small, and navigated the world that way. There was a lot of "Why don't you just... ah. Wait. Can't. Fair enough!"
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Which is... I'm *not* used to muses being *in* my skin that way. I have them talk back an awful lot, mostly from off in their own universes and about their own problems (although lately Ivan Vorpatril has been muttering about the person for whom I have the tag "you are an idiot yes you," and that's been weird as well), but that was actually sort of... having him alongside in my own head.
I think it might be because I'm working on a first-person piece in Danger Days universe, not his POV but sort-of-mary-sue-mine-in-pastiche-of-his and it's... creating parallels.
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Ahhh, yeah - it's weird as hell the first time it happens. They don't give you a manual on this, and they sure as hell don't warn you! My muses are mostly the shoulder-surfer type, they "sit" just behind my shoulder on the deaf side and chatter away. (I have been told "Well, it's not like you're using that ear anyway".) But there is very much a sense of them physically too.
...god, we really need more vocab for this. *throws up hands* I know what I mean, just not how to communicate it.