Evil Author {tag}

Hey hey hey, everybody!  Hope y'all are doing fantastic!  I have been far too excited/anxious to do this post, gotta be honest. ;)  Okay, really though, before I start rambling on and on and on and on about my excitement, maybe we should just get to the point, eh?  :P

Alrighty then!  So, I was tagged by Cecilia do this "Evil Author tag".  And, obviously I was far too excited to wait to post it.  ;)  Anywho!  The rules go as followed:

#1: Give all credit to the overlord and creator of the tag, Kate
#2: Give some credit to the one who tagged you.  Thanks, Cecilia!  <3
#3: Tag at least two people.  And I will be tagging Brigit from Maiden's for Mary, and Claire.  (Gonna warn you all right here and now, Claire is a legit-no-kidding-real-author, so I'm fairly positive her answers may or may not be the best.)  And, as far as Claire goes, I never did get a reply from her....so, here's hoping she's not gonna kill me, lol!  xD  Really though, Claire if you don't want to do this, do not, in any way, feel obligated. (:

Alrighty then!  Let us begin!

1. How many characters do you typically kill per book? And how many people have you killed in real life, dear? Do you… feel any remorse about this? I’m concerned about you.

Per book?  *maniacal laugh*  All of them.

Kidding!  It sorta varies for me.  Some stories of mine, nearly everyone dies, others I kill hardly anyone. So, really, it depends.  And in real life?  Every person I've ever encountered.

Just kidding!  I haven't ever killed anyone in real life.  Don't believe me, eh?  Clearly, I need to hide my sarcasm better.

2. Do you prefer to use weapons of mass destruction like explosions and famine and world war or more personal torture like killing family and friends and pets?

Well...I've got to be honest, it's hard to make that decision.  See, I usually use some sort of personal torture, but on rare occasions, I prefer to use weapons of mass destruction.  To narrow it down to one answer, I guess that I'd have to go with....er....why is this so difficult?!?!?!....eehhhmmm....  Personal torture.  Gotta be truthful, that does seem to be the most frequently used in my books.

3. Are you more like Loki, who perpetrates great evil with a creepy grin, or… give me a minute… Darth Vader, who secretly weeps inside his… fake head, whilst destroying the world?

Loki.  100% Loki.  (how is that even a question?!)  ;)

4. What is the most dastardly crime you have ever committed as a writer?

Oooooooh, now that.  That is difficult to say.... hmmm.... I mean, I once had the main character lose his parents and older sister at the same time in a terrible, devastating manner.  Then, had his brother and sister(the one who survived, not the one who died) hate him so much that they hardly ever spoke to him, or made eye-contact with him. Then, let his older brother beat him up from time to time.  And let his sister ignore him basically everyday of his life.  Then let the older brother get the main character involved in a terrible crime that he wasn't supposed to be.  Then let his only siblings and best friend die. So, he became an orphan.

But, does that even count?  I mean, it doesn't sound all that terrible of a crime, right?  xD

5. What kind of chocolate do you most like to devour as you burn things? White, milk, semisweet, or dark? Bonus points if you are so evil you find unsweetened cacao palatable!

Dark chocolate.  Absolutely without a second thought to that question, dark chocolate.

6. What is your villainous title? You may not have “Evil Overlord” because that one’s mine.

"Dickens' Evil Twin"

I get told 24/7 that I write like Charles Dickens, but perhaps a tad more morbid.....so....

It may not sound evil, but hey it works, right? xD

7. Which of your characters would actually be a match for you if you were to duke it out one on one?

Hmmmm....*goes into deep thinking*

I would have to say...probably....  My character Daimhin.  Because, quiet though she may seem, the more you get to know her, the more sarcastic she appears.  Also because she's one of the sweetest most kindest characters I've ever come to know.  And obviously that's me to a T.

Kidding!  Sheesh, I gotta stop being so sarcastic in front of everyone.  xD

8. Which character, in all the many books you have undoubtedly written, is most likely to be your Archnemesis?

I'd probably have to say my character named Rolph.  Because, at first appearance, you love him for his loyalty, then when you come near the end *BAM* *PLOT TWIST* he's working for the bad guy!  It's awful 'cause you first end up almost falling in love with him, then when you find out that he's a TOTAL TRAITOR, you just end up wanting to kill him for all the EVIL THINGS HE'S DONE!

Okay, I'm done ranting.  XD

9. Do you wear a cape? Face paint? A mask? Special underpants? Or do you hide in plain sight… like Moriarty? Give me details!

I hide in plain sight like Moriarty.  Now you see me, now you don't.

10. How do you react when you have to kill off a character that is dear to you? Do you laugh evilly out loud? Do you chuckle under your breath and quickly glance around for your next victim? Do you go and weep in a corner for a month because you just lost a best friend? Or do you just shrug indifferently?

In all honesty, if it's a character that annoys me, I laugh evilly out loud.

I told you, I really am an evil author.  xD

11. If you had to choose a fictional villain (from book, movies, etc.) to sum up your villainous style as an evil writer, who would it be? Why?

Oooh, that's a toughie.  *eeeeeeerggggh*  difficult decisions!!  I think it'd have to be either Regina from "Once Upon A Time", or Morgana from "Merlin"...  hmmmm....You know, I think I'd have to say Regina from Once Upon A Time.  Because she's so secretively evil, and a terrific actress at hiding her emotions, and yet caring for the few people who matter to her, and extremely helpful from time to time.  She's daring and unafraid....aaaaand just because she's so dang evil overall.  :P

12. Do you believe in killing off main characters, or are they your smol precious babies whom you cannot even fathom laying a hand (or steel-tipped ax) upon? (#wimpyevilwriter)

I totally believe in killing off the main characters.  All the best books end with the main character dying.

Listen, I got to make my readers hate me cry one way or another, right?  XD

13. Have you ever chickened out of your evilness and tried to resurrect a fallen character whom you have already brutally murdered? Or do you–as they say–let the sleeping skeleton lie?

I did once, actually.  (embarrassed to admit it, but yes...I have chickened out!)  I was going to kill one of my favorite characters, then decided not to because I loved him too much.  :P

14. When murdering a character, do you often describe it in cringe-worthy detail, or do you prefer to say “SPLAT! He’s dead”, and be done with it? (Bonus Question: have you ever actually said “SPLAT! He’s dead” in one of your writing projects?)

Oh, it's always cringe-worthy details.  Aaaaand, nope!  Never said that before.

~Well, there're my answers!  *eeek*  I sound like a terrible authoress now.  *whoopsiedaisy*  Anywho!  I hope the two whom I've tagged enjoy answering these questions as much as I did, and I hope that y'all have a very happy Monday!

<3always: Emily

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Heeeeeey guys......

I'm not going to lie, I have nooo idea what to write. I was going to post a tutorial, but I had no time this weekend to edit the photos, so maybe for my next post.

I was also going to do a meme, post but we had one last week.


That was two weeks ago


I really don't hope you don't mind having another meme post BUT GO BLAME BIOLOGY.

*hem* anywhoosies, here we go.

(now that I'm looking at all the memes I put, these are more like cool Catholic pics/memes)

Welp, I hope you enjoyed these as much as I do. Which ones were your favorite? Tell me below!!

Creative Writing Contest Winner: September

This month, Monica won! Unfortunately, she was the only entrant, but her story is amazing!

The Silver Sword

Isenill Goldenarrows stood on the bank of the river that all Elves called "Elan". In the language of Men it meant "Swift". And they had good reason to call it so. In the lowest moments of the river it could easily tire a strong swimmer. But when in flood, as it was then, it was an impassable barrier of raging, rushing water that stopped for nothing and no one.
    But even this barrier was no comfort to the heart of the Elf-girl who stood so perilously close to the river. For the city, her city, was in danger--from the inside.
    Last harvest-time, an enemy in disguise had somehow gotten through border patrol and was causing discontent among the Elves. No one knew who this enemy was, but a proclamation had come from the king that whoever discovered this traitor, even to the point of killing him, would receive a handsome reward.
    Isenill scowled. She didn't want to kill anyone, but as an Elf she was fiercely loyal to her king. And she was going to do whatever it took to rid the Elf-City, Illiwynn, of this traitor.
    "Isenill!" a voice called her. Sighing, she turned to the woods. "A friend comes," the voice called again. That was the typical greeting. Anyone who didn't say this was regarded as a stranger and stood a pretty good chance of getting shot.
    A young Elf burst out of the woods and almost fell down the riverbank. 
    Isenill smiled. It was Avior Hawkfeathers, privately known as "The Heedless One".
    "Greetings," he gasped, breathless.
    "The same. What news?" she replied.
    "Nothing important. Jixor wanted me to tell you he said hello." He paused, then added, "Actually there is something important. I think I know who the traitor is."
    Isenill sucked in a breath. This was serious.
    "I think--" Avior stopped, looked around, came closer, and said, "--it's Zor."
    Isenill was shocked. Zor was her archery practice companion and he was more loyal than anyone she knew.
    "It's a lie!" she shouted. "I don't believe you--and I won't!"
    "But Isenill, think about it. He doesn't have any relatives here. He has an accent. He looks different from everyone else. He has trouble with our language--all the marks of a foreigner. Isenill, face it. There can be no other!"
For one terrifying moment the Elf-girl swayed in indecision. Then she fell back on something that had never failed her before.
    "Well, when you legitimately prove it, then and only then will I believe it." She produced a silver whistle and blew it, sounding a high-pitched shriek. An ivory-colored, winged unicorn flew out of the sky and landed beside her. She jumped up on it and looked down on a frowning Avior. "Don't spread lies, Avior. No one ultimately believes them!"
    The unicorn sprang into the sky, gaining height and speed with each beat of its powerful wings. But from below came a faint shout.
    "I never lied to you before, Isenill Goldenarrows!"
    In spite of Isenill's denial of who Avior thought the traitor was, a tiny speck of doubt was growing in her mind. By the time she had another archery practice day with Zor, she was almost fully convinced. And indeed, his first words to her only served to assure her of it.
    "Isenill, you'd like to be a queen, wouldn't you?"
    She froze.
    "What do you mean? A queen of what?"
    "Of a kingdom, of course. Maybe even of Illiwynn."
    Forcing down her panic and trying to make her voice sound normal, she replied,
    "Oh--me? That's nonsense, I couldn't. Besides, Illiwynn already has a queen. And a king, for that matter."
    "But you wouldn't have to wait. You could be queen now, if you wanted."
    "What do you mean?" Her voice rose. "I can't! Me, an Elf-girl, against the king and all of Illiwynn?"
    "You'd have me to help you."
    "ZOR!" she screamed. "You ARE the traitor!"
    She turned and started to run. Something struck her cheek like a whip of fire and an arrow buried itself in the tree ahead of her. Blood trickled down her cheek and she realized with a shock that Zor had just tried to kill her. She screamed, 
    "Someone, help!" 
    No one answered, though, and she had to fend for herself. 
    "Traitor!" she shrieked. "You won't get away with this!" She swung around and aimed her arrow at him. But before she could let it fly a familiar figure dropped out of the tree onto Zor, knocking him down. 
    "Isenill, run for help! Hurry!" It was Avior!
    Go--and leave him here alone to struggle with a dangerous traitor? Never! She threw her bow down and reached across to her left side. There hung her short sword, wrought of silver and steel, given to her by the Sword Master nine years ago when she was seven. 
    "I'll never leave you, Avior!" she screamed passionately, drawing her sword. 
    Avior had mamaged to get Zor into a sitting position, but he wasn't giving in, even though his arms were twisted behind him. He was wriggling furiously, but Avior held on bravely. Both stopped fighting when they saw Isenill in front of them, glittering sword in hand.
    "Stand up." Her voice was low and deadly. They obeyed at once, but Avior held tight to Zor's arms. 
    "Tie him--tight and hard," was Isenill's next command. It was also obeyed. Zor leaned against a tree, gasping.
    She wiped the blood from her cheek, stepped closer, and placed the sword against his neck
    "Don't. Move," she hissed.
    He didn't. Indeed, Zor was eyeing the sword fearfully and trying to beg for mercy.
    "Please--no! Mercy--" he gasped. 
    "Mercy?' she repeated. "Why should I show you mercy when you have not showed mercy to the Elves of Illiwynn? I am loyal to the king, and he will be king for as long as he lives. If I kill you now, it's only good riddance."
    That is up to the king." She sheathed her sword. 
     Suddenly her unicorn flew into the clearing, leading a host of armed Elves on their own unicorns. In a short matter of time they had the struggling Zor more completely bound, and they took him away.
     Now that it was all over, Isenill burst into tears. Avior patted her shoulder awkwardly, then hugged her. She cried against his shoulder for a while, then backed off, trying to laugh. 
    "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm being silly."
    He made no response, only looked at her bleeding face.
    "I'm sorry for not believing you," she continued. "You were right all along and I was not. I was just stubborn and foolish. Can you ever forgive me?"
    Avior smiled gently. He took off his hood, stepped closer, and carefully wiped the blood and tears off her cheeks. Then he leaned over and kissed the wound, not caring that he got blood on his own face. 
    Isenill blushed.
    "What was that for?"
    "You said you'd never leave me," he said, smiling at her.
    "Well--I didn't--I mean..." Then she smiled shyly. "I meant in battle."
    "Life is a battle. So I ask you now. Will you stand by me in all my battles, and will you allow me to stand by you in all of yours?"
    "Yes--yes!" she cried. "I will stand by you forever and always! We'll battle side by side for all our lives."
    They were married the next day, and they lived happily forever after. ('Cause Elves are immortal, ya know)


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Evil Author {tag}

Hey hey hey, everybody!  Hope y'all are doing fantastic!  I have been far too excited/anxious to do this post, gotta be honest. ;)  Okay...