Category: Allēna’s Posts

  • How artblock feels in a single image:

    The sheer DISTRESS on this man’s face says it all.

    -Allēna

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  • I was weed-free and hungry for the first time in the better part of two weeks today.

    So Emerson got me a surprise – a birria burrito with a horchata. It was delicious. He’s so sweet to me. Unfortunately, our polycule’s lemon of a car is back in the fucking shop because it is misbehaving again, so there are no in person adventures to be had for the time being. However, my hunger means that I’m likely finally getting over this bullshit for good, whatever it is. I’m glad to have my fucking appetite back.

    -Allēna

  • I ate part of another eldritch cookie 🤣🤣

    Knocked me out cold for the better part of 12 hours straight, and I binge watched more Gossip Girl before passing out. What a fluffy shitshow. It was my night alone, and all in all, it wasn’t a bad way to spend it.

    I’m off to get lunch with Zelda and Emerson in a few. If I have spoons later, there’ll be more posts!

    -Allēna

  • In honor of that one bald eagle that got its ass kicked by a Canada goose the other day, I crafted this.

    That damn bird looks SO OFFENDED 🤣🤣🤣

    O CANADA! (affectionate)

    -Allēna

  • My energy.

    Moon Knight is such a mood..

    -Allēna

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  • My last braincell right now:

    -Allēna

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  • So I actually wrote a bit of Third Prophecy yesterday..

    I think I might be getting back into the swing of fiction again. Oh no.

    -Allēna

  • And now for something completely different..

    I’m writing to y’all live from a writing sprint with a bunch of writers I know and love. I don’t have any current active fiction projects, as I’ve been so damn writer’s blocked in that regard, but I have been writing here at least a little every day, so I figured I might as well join and cough up words and send them in whatever way feels most natural at high speeds to start, and if there is anything my system is good at, it is high speed bullshit in large quantities.

    I think I’ve slowly been working back towards fiction unconsciously because there’s been a half formed character stuck in my head just like I used to get in the old days before I would cook up a full novel or a subplot that would consume my entire brainhole for the next yes.

    He’s not particularly chatty, just like the original protagonist of the Third Prophecy wasn’t. All I know about him is that his name is Arie and that he’s tall. His reticence could cause trouble later if I decide to write his story, as it took thirty plus drafts to even get Archer, the original protagonist of Third Prophecy, to open up. However, if another character also gets stuck in my head that can get him to open up, things might flow a bit more smoothly. I think that that was a big problem with Archer – she was very, very withdrawn as a character, and the only characters she ended up close to tended to either betray her, die, or be busy elsewhere in their own subplots. I was and still sort of am an evil writer.

    However, there are other, equally as withdrawn characters who do have consistent supporting characters by their side, and they don’t know how to shut the fuck up when they are with their people. Those are far easier to write. Kira Eistros, one of the principal antagonists later on in Third Prophecy, is known for perhaps uttering maybe twenty words in a single act UNLESS she’s around her himbo of a future husband, who she then proceeds to be unable to shut the fuck up around, and vice versa. Neither of them say much unless they’re together. But holy shit, give them time alone, and they will be unable to stop yapping. Kira delivers one of the hardest hitting speeches of the first play in Act 4 when she’s relaxed and hanging out with said himbo.

    In hindsight, this should come as no surprise to me. I think Archer might need better friends who don’t fucking die and then perhaps the early arcs of Third Prophecy just might come together more easily. We all need good friends, don’t we?

    -Allēna

  • Greatly improved today.

    Except for the fact that I had the tiniest bit of a cookie that was a THC edible. The cookie was delicious. However, holy fucking shit was that thing potent.

    Goodnight, cruel world.

    -Allēna

  • I feel a little better today.

    Less like microwaved death and more like death gently defrosted to Serv-Safe standards.

    -Allēna

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