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causalitylinked · 3 years ago

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Tag ten followers you want to get to know better

Tagged by: @more-than-a-princess and technically @dxfiedfxte (since Chase tagged me on my OC blog instead of here)

Tagging: @arskaerenetia / @arscarrietia / @risingdragcn / @dis--parity / @aaternum / @psychcdelica / @starveinedvenues / @billowingsurge / @aaetherius / @sadamenai

name: Livita / Livi

star sign: I honestly don’t know anymore, because astrologists are divided about whether or not I’m a Aries or a Taurus, but the general consensus is that I’m an Aries-Taurus cusp.

height: 5′2 and a half.

middle name?: I’m Asian... so I don’t have one, OTL.

put your itunes / spotify on shuffle. what are the first 6 songs that popped up?:

Euphoria — Loreen

On my Own — TroyBoi (feat. Nefera)

Show me Love — t.A.T.u

sin (The Caligula Effect / Ostinato Self Cover Album) — 164 (feat. Yuuma Uchida aka Shadow Knife)

Diary of Jane — Breaking Benjamin

Does she Know — Astrid S

Grab one book nearest to you and turn to page 23. what’s line 17?:

“All the same, the visits to the science room were Sandy’s most secret joy, and she calculated very carefully the intervals (line 17 >) between one ink-spot and another, so that there should be no suspicion on Miss Brodie’s part that the spots were not on accident. Miss Lockheart would hold her arm and carefully dab the ink-stain on her sleeve while Sandy stood enthralled by the long room which was this science teacher’s rightful place, and by the lawful glamour of everything there.“ (The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark)

ever had a poem or a song written about you?: /sweats ...NOPE. I’ve actually always been the one to write people poems, but this was back in my cringe-y, boy crazy. highschool days.

when was the last time you played air guitar?: Not gonna lie, I don’t believe I ever actually played air guitar before. I just was never that kind of kid.

who is your celebrity crush?: ...Don’t actually have one.

what’s a sound you hate; sound you love?: Oh, I actually have a lot of sounds I hate, but one that really seems to grind my gears lately is the loud, drill-like sound my mother’s electronic toothbrush makes whenever she brushes her teeth. As for a sound I love, that would probably have to be the sound of soft snow being crushed underneath my feet, because for some reason, I just find it very soothing.

do you believe in ghosts?: Nope, but I still enjoy horror games featuring ghosts and listening to ghost stories.

how about aliens? Other life forms?: Not really? I do find them interesting, though.

do you drive?: Nope. Since I have always been perfectly content with walking or taking the bus/train, I guess I was just never interested in learning how to drive a car.

if so, have you ever crashed?: N/A

what was the last book you read?: /sweats again ...I’m not sure if it counts as a ‘book’ per se, but I did read the complete English translation of The Caligula Effect: EPISODE Marie Mizuguchi ~The World Through Her Eyes~, which was a tie-in novel for The Caligula Effect game. It was honestly very interesting and the fact it also featured a scene with Kensuke being a useless hetero sparked incredible amounts of joy for me.

At the same time, though, it also contains some major spoilers and potentially triggering themes (physical/emotional abuse, gore, body horror, depiction of fatphobia, and discussions of suicide), so I’d advise not reading it if you still plan on finishing the first Caligula Effect game or find the aforementioned themes very upsetting.

do you like the smell of gasoline?: Nope. I honestly don’t understand why anyone would, to be honest.

what was the last movie you saw?: Run Hide Fight, which I had watched out of curiosity because it was apparently directed by Ben Shapiro the facts don’t care about your feelings’ guy. Much to my surprise, though, it was actually a pretty entertaining watch that was devoid of any political leanings, but I wouldn’t say it’s a very realistic depiction of a school shooting and you aren’t missing out on much by not watching it.

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?: ...Oh, I’ve actually had a lot of injuries over the years due to the fact I’m very clumsy and accident-prone, but one I recall being the most painful was when I had broken my arm while falling off my bike as an elementary school student. Back then, little ol’ me had been trying so hard to catch up to my older sister’s friends in order to avoid being left behind, I threw caution to the wind and accelerated as fast as I could, but in doing so, I ended up paying the ultimate price. In fact, I still remember waiting at somebody else’s house, resting my broken arm against the arm of a sofa, and those thirty minutes of pure agony as I bawled my eyes out while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

do you have any obsessions right now?: MAN, DO I EVER... right now, though, I’m currently hyperfixating over The Caligula Effect: Overdose and The Caligula Effect 2. This is later subject to change of course, but at the moment, I’ve been having immense Gin Noto, Kobato Kazamatsuri, and Ryuto Tsukishima brainrot. Still, considering Monark is coming out tomorrow, I have a feeling I’ll also be descending into Monark hell quite shortly and very likely taking up Kakeru Hasegawa as a muse.

#long post tw #█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• OUT OF SPOONS — ⧼ livi please shut up. ⧽ 』#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• DASH GAMES — ⧼ feel free to steal from me. ⧽ 』#[ MUNDAY IS STILL NOT OVER WHERE I'M AT ]#[ so i have the right to post this ]#[ but yeah the main takeaway of this?? i doN'T EXACTLY READ /ACTUAL BOOKS/ ANYMORE ]#[ unless you count visual novels translated novels or manga ofc ]

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earlyback · 6 years ago

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Setting the horse to a gallop, and then a smooth canter. and when Amelia closed her eyes, she could have sworn they were flying.

they went out the back of the house to the great stone terrace, its wide curving steps leading down to the gardens. the moonlight was crossed with shredded clouds that glowed against a sky the color of black plums. Puzzled but willing, Amelia went with Cam to the bottom of the steps.

he stopped and gave a short whistle. “What—” Amelia gasped as she heard the pounding of heavy hooves and saw a huge black form rushing toward them like something from a nightmare. alarm darted through her, and she burrowed against Cam, her face hidden against his chest. his arm went around her, tucking her close. When the thundering stopped, Amelia risked a glance at the apparition. It was a horse. a huge black horse, with puffing breaths that rose like wraiths in the raw air. “Is this really happening?” she asked. Cam reached in his pocket and fed the horse a sugar lump, and ran his hand over the sleek midnight neck. “Have you ever had a dream like this?” “Never.” “then it must be happening.” “You actually have a horse who comes when you whistle?” “Yes, I trained him.” “What is his name?” his smile gleamed white in the darkness. “Can’t you guess?” Amelia thought for a moment. “Pooka?” the horse turned his head to look at her as if he understood. “Pooka,” she repeated with a faint smile. “do you have wings, by any chance?” at Cam’s subtle gesture, the horse shook his head in an emphatic no, and Amelia laughed shakily. Walking to Pooka’s side, Cam swung up onto the packsaddle in a graceful movement. he sidled close to the step on which Amelia was standing and reached down to her. She took his hand, managing to gain a foothold on the stirrup. She was lifted easily onto the saddle in front of him. Momentum carried her a little too far, but Cam’s arm locked around her, keeping her in place. Amelia leaned back into the hard cradle of his chest and arm. Her nostrils were filled with the scents of autumn, damp earth, horse and man and midnight. “You knew I’d come with you, didn’t you?” she asked. Cam leaned over her, kissing her temple. “I only hoped.” his thighs tightened, setting the horse to a gallop, and then a smooth canter. and when Amelia closed her eyes, she could have sworn they were flying.”

Lisa Kleypas, Mine Till Midnight

“this is me.’" he handed her the precious scrap of paper. ‘Call me or I’ll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it’s not a competition. You don’t lose if you phone first.”

Occasionally, very occasionally, say at four o’clock in the afternoon on a wet Sunday, she feels panic-stricken and almost breathless with loneliness. Once or twice she has been known to pick up the phone to check that it isn’t broken. Sometimes she thinks how nice it would be to be woken by a call in the night: ‘get in a taxi now’ or ��I need to see you, we need to talk’. but at the best of times she feels like a character in a Muriel Spark novel – independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic.”

and they did have fun, though it was of different kind now. all that yearning and passion had been replaced by a steady pulse of pleasure and satisfaction and occasional irritation, and this seemed to be a happy exchange; if there had been moments in her life when she had been more elated, there had never been a time when things had been more constant.”

David Nicholls, One Day

04.26.21.06 am | a happy new day wishes - I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses. missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love. One love, one heart, one destiny.

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04.26.21.06 am | because I am quite certain it would be nearly possible to live with you, somehow I knew that it wouldn’t be at all difficult to love you. missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love.

Sleep Sweet - love you.take care, miss u.

You - m i S S

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post time : 00.07.26.14 am

VW - SN - us being in fervent love.

#Love #Forever #Sharethelove #miSSiNgyou #Always #June1975 #Aprillia26 #January14 #Postmeantfor US

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char27martin · 7 years ago

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The Eyes Have It: The Curious Use of Eyes in Fiction

Upon my return to my writers’ group, I read a passage from my upcoming middle-grade novel, Almost Paradise, in which the main character, Ruby Clyde, asks a perfectly logical question and the Catfish rolls his eyes:

“Ruby Clyde,” Catfish rolled his eyes, “sometimes I think you are as dumb as a box of rocks.”

Every member of my writers’ group stood up and howled. “Nooooo!”

Apparently, in my absence the group had engaged in many lively debates about the use and abuse of eyes in fiction. Eyes are marvelous organs of expression but, really, how much does it add to a character when their eyes carry the entire weight of characterization? Is there no other moving part on the face? The eyes may be the windows to the soul (a phrase attributed to Shakespeare, the Bible, and English Proverbs) but unless we are careful, poor use of eyes may be windows to a complete lack of imagination.

This guest post is by Corabel Shofner. Shofner is a wife, mother, attorney, and author. She graduated from Columbia University with a degree in English literature and was on Law Review at Vanderbilt University School of Law. Her shorter work has appeared or is forthcoming in Willow Review, Word Riot, Habersham Review, Hawai’i Review, Sou’wester, South Carolina Review, South Dakota Review, and Xavier Review. Her middle grade novel, ALMOST PARADISE, will be released in July 2017.

Fictional eyes have been known to roll, lock, squint, narrow, bug, ogle, widen, dilate, sneak, leak, tear up, brim over, moisten, glisten, sparkle, get behind veils, show their whites, get cold as stone, throw themselves around, get cast to heaven, go “eye ball to eye ball”, and get dropped.

Some eyes have even dropped into laps. (Now what would they do there?)

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After writers’ group dispersed, the e-mails flew:

I’m willing to forgive lots of things this author has eyes doing, like rolling and moving across her body, but when they fall into his lap, as they just did in this book, that’s just too much. How will he ever get them back into their sockets? (Rita)

Rolling your eyes is okay, I think, though it’s kind of a cliché. One thing [this author] does pretty often is have her characters’ eyes “narrow.” That can be pretty effective. But having eyes on his lap is just beyond the beyond. The image it projects is terrible. Quick, get them off his lap and back where they belong. They might slip down between his legs, and then what would he do? (Rita)

I think when it’s blatantly stupid (and descriptive), like “casting your eyes to the heavens,” that makes sense. But we can’t use a common expression like “rolling your eyes?” I think we’re being too literal with that one. (Shannon)

And eventually the subject opened up to include all bodily functions (from our doctor, of course.)

An editor once told me that body parts can’t act on their own; a character must make them act. However, that may not always be true: “Doug’s pulse sped up when the shapely girl approached him.” Did Doug make it accelerate or did it just take off on its own? (Rick)

If you need to use eyes in a story reach for the stars. In The Accidental Tourist, Muriel Pritchett has—“eyes like caraway seeds.” This is less a description of poor Muriel’s eyes than it is a reflection of Macon’s poor opinion of her. In The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison breaks our heart with a young girl’s wish to have blue eyes. Shakespeare gives us lover’s eyes that are powerful enough to “gaze an eagle blind.” Kurt Vonnegut goes out on a limb when he created little green folks, shaped like toilet plungers, topped by a hand with an eye, where he carefully describes eyes to show people’s state of mind—before and after the trauma of the concentration camp. And finally, Elie Wiesel, himself, looks in the mirror and sees the eyes of a corpse looking back at him.

By all means remove any thin reference to eyes, but should you try another—an eye for an eye? Sure, if the replacement is better. A lazy eye drags the story down but a complex eye lifts the story up. If your eyes aren’t working for the story, leave them alone. And for goodness sake, if eyes fall into a lap please just leave them there.

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