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[holyhomo]

How do you plan your stories? Im konda sorta new to writting (trying to broaden my horizons, and its fun lol), and i struggle with it lots.

Would you be willing to give an example, or just a general jist on how you go about it? Only if you're comfy with it ofc!

That really depends on the story!

But it usually goes a little something like this:

I get an idea
I write said idea down
I write down some other things like: characters or settings or things I want to write somewhere in the story or maybe a quick summary or even a random scene further down the story. Sometimes even a quick first chapter wip, but that does mean that I already decided on names and the setting.

(Also on the topic of getting ideas, they can literally come from no where. Like one wip’s plot is a little bit based on a plot point from metal gear. Yes really.)

Somewhere in between this, I actually do legitimate research. Usually starting with the country it’s based in or based on.

Cabin is very loosely based on Stanton, Texas, while Night shift is taking place in London near Richmond park for example.

Further research depends on the story. A story with a veteran character will have me delve deep into the army of the country she served, while a story taking place in France where one character is from Brittany, will have me research Briton culture and their relationship with France. (These are two works in the making! Two of like 40 wips… some like these will feature minor characters from nightshift nightmare that I’ve yet to introduce fully!)

It helps to base things on real life places for visualization.

Which is also why I use the sims for character and building creation. Helps visualize things a lot.

As for writing in itself, I use my notes app and then check the grammar in google docs. That’s mainly because with my notes app I can make different folders for different information.

My main folders with every story are:
Chapters
Characters
Ideas
Mistakes

Besides these I also have a time line and in the case of the cabin a ‘things to get back to’ folder.

My ideas folder contains random writing that will eventually be placed somewhere in the story and upcoming events I need to write.

Mistakes is for old versions of chapters or scrapped ideas that I may one day want to get back to after all.

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“’Gift’ to Be Returned With Interest,” Vancouver Sun. January 17, 1942. Page 7. ---- This rusty old machine gun is on its way back to Germany where it was captured in the last war. Richmond Municipality decided that its souvenir could be better used in the new fight against the Hun. A Vancouver Sun cameraman spotted it Tuesday in the midst of a heap of scrap metal at the Red Cross Salvage Depot at 31 East Second Avenue. Miss Daphne McLorg, volunteer Red Cross worker, shows how it works.

[doomedandstoned]

Portland, Oregon Heavyweights Old Kingdom Flourish in ‘Flowers’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

Review & Film by Billy Goate

There's an expression here: "Keep Portland Weird." I'm finding is not unique to our city, but it certainly does sum up the music community here. For damn near a decade, I've been keeping a close eye on the Oregon heavy underground, with special attention paid to its rising stars. You'd be hard pressed to find a weightier scene in the United States concentrated in one place. Richmond, Virginia, comes to mind as a close rival to its prolific nature, and just across the border in Vancouver, British Columbia.

Each year the City of Roses gives birth to a new crop of promising young bands or a reconfiguration of members from older bands, something we're painstakingly documenting in our Doomed & Stoned in Portland compilation series. What most all share in common is a penchant for tuning down, playing loud, and keeping you guessing. The thing that makes it all so special to me is that no two bands sound alike, due in large part to the stubborn DIY ethic and innovative spirit that has pervaded this region since it's pioneer days.

Enter OLD KINGDOM, an outfit comprised of Jonathan Andersen (guitar, vox), Aaron Powell (bass, vox), and Adam Jelsing (drums). For the majority of the '10s, the PDX band has been a staple of dive bars, local festivals, and our own Doomed & Stoned Showcase. "We tend to write songs as a collective effort with no single songwriter," Old Kingdom tells me. "Music is always first, then vocal parts, then lyrics last."

This organic approach is perhaps why the songs on the new album, 'Flowers' (2019), sound so damned tight. It may also be why it's hard to pinpoint a specific style to fit this into. Old Kingdom's style is stamped with the influence of the Melvins and the '90s Seattle scene, though firmly grounded in a riff-driven approach indicative of stoner rock and the rhythmic intensity born of punk. There are times when we feel the album is going to break out into a mosh and other moments when we're ready for an old fashioned slam dance.

One thing is certain: it's heavy and it's metal to the core. Much like their compatriots, Die Like Gentlemen (or distant "cousins" Helmet), Old Kingdom are solid in the fundamentals of rock and metal and find ingenious ways of fusing the two effortlessly. In their own words, Old Kingdom are a "grungy, high-energy, high-volume" lot.

I asked Old Kingdom about the message behind the music. "Rather than telling a story," they replied, "Jon’s lyrical collages, one might say, usually paint a picture with somewhat abstract thoughts and ideas. Aaron tends to write lyrics about more personal thoughts and experiences." With such deeply idiosyncratic songwriting, it's hardly surprising that the band prefers to leave meaning to your perception. Take what you will from it, just remember to have a good time.

Flowers was recorded by Ian Watts over the course of three days at “Thee Slayer Hippie,” Steve Hanford’s House of Tain (pictured on the back of the record jacket above). Look for Old Kingdom's new album to go live everywhere on Friday, July 26th. In the meantime, you can hear it all from edge to center right here, right now, on our bitchin' lil blog!

Give ear...

flowers by Old Kingdom

Bonus: Exploring Old Kingdom's 'Flowers'

Despite the band's seeming reluctance to elucidate the meaning of their lyrics, I managed to convince drummer Adam Jelsing to share some anecdotes related to each of the songs you'll hear on 'Flowers' (2019) to edify your listening adventure.

Take The Crown

This is the oldest song on the album. We wrote it before our first album was released. (Jon Andersen - lead vocal)

Flowers

Shortly after Aaron joined the band, he missed a practice and half-jokingly said, “Just bust out a new ripper while I’m gone.” Jon and I did exactly that. A couple practices later, Aaron had vocals in mind and it was totally complete. We called it "short ripper" until I heard the lyric, “The flowers die to create new life.” I knew that was the title. We like the juxtaposition of flowers sounding pretty and pleasant, while our music is a bit darker and heavier. (Aaron Powell - lead vocal)

Quasar

This track has been scrapped a few times for not feeling quite right. After Aaron joined the band, I re-wrote the drum parts and we brought it back to life. It became one of my favorite tracks. (Jon Andersen - lead vocal)

White Widow

The title of this one is a weed reference. (Jon Andersen - lead vocal)

Face To Face

Jon started this out as an acoustic song, not intended for Old Kingdom. I heard the riff and said, "Distort this fucker!" It was still incomplete when we went into the studio. We recorded it with the intention of it being a demo, but then we kind of nailed it. Aaron came up with the main vocals on the spot. We overdubbed and layered the end until we loved it. I even wrote a vocal melody for the first time. It’s pretty much my favorite song I’ve ever written. (Aaron Powell - lead vocal, then both Aaron and Jon at the end)

Moonlight

Yep, this song is about Jason Voorhees. (Jon Andersen - lead vocal)

Jubilee

Think of this as a pleasant walk with a disturbing end. (Jon Andersen - lead vocal)

Blast Off!

...with your weed into the night. Rocket in the shape of a pipe. Ride it all the way to outer space, 'cause you keep on looking for another way. (Jon Andersen - lead vocal)

Locate

Originally intended to be an instrumental called "East" and the first track on our second album, as our first album starts with an instrumental called "West." After Aaron joined the band, he wrote super rad vocals for it. (Aaron Powell - lead vocal)

Castles

I wrote the first couple riffs to this guy! Pretty stoked that they made it onto the album. (Jon Andersen - lead vocal)

Red 96

Super old riff ideas brought back to life. (Aaron Powell - lead vocal)

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Damien is always the one who gets away without a scratch, whether literal or figurative; always his baby sister who suffered under Mother’s hand, always his ex-girlfriend who got the short end of the stick anywhere she went, always Dolores who got the target painted on her back.

Dolores had invited him over for a drink and to, ostensibly, go over the work they’d done in the day. What little details the police department would give and evidence they’d dug into themselves on the Cannibal of Rochester. “The New York one,” she’d said glibly, as though there were others in Minnesota or Kentucky. Then she’d sniffed, turned her head to follow a creaking noise behind him – her apartment’s front door, which always had trouble closing, and the landlord was useless as hell – and then she’d hollered just as something metal and heavy smashed into the back of his head. He’d blacked out, and must have tumbled forwards, crashing into the coffee table and splintering it.

Not out for too long, but he was woozy when he tried to get back onto his feet, the faint muffled scream of Dolores floating through an open window. Then a screech of metal on metal, and the thought: Dolores is gonna die and I can’t drive now because he ruined it. So sure, then, that the intruder and kidnapper was the Cannibal of Rochester, like some movie-type revenge plot-point that takes place in the second act, with Dolores as the protagonist’s martyr.

The car was still driveable, he found, as he’s halfway through a garbled and panicked call to the police. The message gets across. Useless not knowing where they are – the cannibal and Dolores.

He drove anyway, and hoped to find some faint scrap of evidence as to where they’d gone. He didn’t.

Dolores survived in that abandoned warehouse, and had managed to arm herself against the man, later known as Richmond Jeffries, and had sliced his throat in self-defence. When she came home, quiet and exhausted, Damien had confessed, “I thought… I thought he’d killed you.”

A sharp, tired laugh. “I thought he did, too.” She then burst into tears. Her hands were still red.

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[the-everlasting-dream]

The Aftermath of a Tragedy - Drake x MC, Part 1 ~Elizabeth

A/N: I tried to write something to make myself feel better after the last chapter but I only succeeded in making myself cry harder. Also I was thinking of doing a second part from Liam’s POV? It would be hella interesting to get inside his head and see how he’s coping with this.

Summary: MC Elizabeth Richmond’s POV of the events following TRR Book 2 Chapter 19 inspired by this post

Part 2

Pandemonium erupted in the ballroom. Screams ripped through the air, their pitch threatening to blow the windows in. Punches were thrown, bullets cut across the room, knives clattered across the marble floors. Masked figures grappled with Royal Guards as the crowd of nobles rushed towards the exits, scrambling over each other to escape the chaos. 

Winded from her collision with Drake, Elizabeth struggled to regain her breath. Before she could get a word out, a knife sliced by her head followed by a resounding thump as a member of the Royal Guard pinned down the assassin who threw it. Drake grabbed her hand and dragged rather than lead her to relative safety behind the refreshment tables. 

‘Richmond, a-are you okay?’ As he helped her to sit up, Drake’s brown eyes raked over her figure, widening when he saw the blood on her dress.  

‘Drake, I-I’m fine,’ she gasped as she followed his gaze, frowning in slight confusion as the crimson liquid soaked through her golden gown. ‘But you’re not!’ Her hands went to the wound on his chest, her fingers quickly turning scarlet when they touched the green fabric of his shirt.

 He barely looked down at himself before facing her again. 

'Never mind about me! You’re the one they want, you have to get out of here!’ 

Elizabeth shook her head vehemently. 'No, not without you! You just got shot! We have to get you to a doctor now.’ 

 She scrambled for the phone in the pocket of her dress only to come up empty. Elizabeth’s eyes raked the area around her, finally locating it several feet away from their makeshift shelter. Going to retrieve it meant stepping within the disaster zone. Beside her, Drake grunted leaning against the wall, the pool of blood growing on the floor beside him. Their eyes met and he read her thoughts in an instant. 

 ‘Richmond-' He started to say but Elizabeth had already started towards her target, ignoring his insistent pull at her dress. Just as her fingers closed around the device, she heard the metallic hiss and turned to see a dagger speeding towards her, the shiny point gleaming. At the last second, she threw herself to the side and the weapon skimmed her upper arm before she could drag herself back under cover. 

 When he saw the wound, Drake struggled to sit up, keeping a hand to his bleeding chest. 

‘What were you thinking? You could have been kil-' 

‘I am perfectly capable of taking my own goddamned bullet, thank you very much!’ Elizabeth yelled, drowning out his protests, her voice shaking with frustration, anger and terror as tears streamed down her face. 

Truth be told, she had no idea what she would have done in the moment. When she saw the masked man take aim at her, her body froze, refusing to cooperate in spite of her mind screaming at her to move, get out. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as she watched him squeeze the trigger, the sound of the gunshot ringing in her ears, drowning out the chaos around her. All her senses came to a screeching halt as her life flashed before her eyes and she could focus on nothing but the shiny metal bullet hurtling towards her. 

 Tearing herself from the thought, she focused on unlocking her phone, her fingers shaking as she punched in the emergency number. She cast her eyes onto Drake who had slumped lower against the wall. 

‘Drake please, you need to sit up,’ she told him, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, grabbing his arm to prop him up. Finding the seam from her dress, she tore a length of cloth, not caring about the beautiful fabric, pressing it to his chest. The blood soaked through the material at a frightening rate and her brain went into panic mode. The sounds of scuffles slowly died down around them, leaving only their breathing and the mechanical sound of the dial tone.  

After what seemed like an eternity, someone picked up and Elizabeth had to forcibly compose herself. 

 ‘Hello yes, there’s been an emergency at the palace. There were gunmen, they were throwing knives,’ She could feel sobs coming up but shoved them down. ‘My-my boyfriend got shot, he’s still alive but he’s losing blood fast… Please send an ambulance now… to the palace… We’re in the ballroom… Hurry please. I’m not sure how many more people got hit.' 

After the smooth voice informed her that emergency crews were on the way, Elizabeth hung up and tore another strip from her gown to press to the wound. Her mind raced as she tried calculate how much blood he’d already lost. 

‘Soo… boyfriend huh?’ Drake tried for his usual smirk but it gave way to a grimace of pain. 

More tears spilled down her face as she tried to return his smile. ‘What can I say? You know I like to keep you guessing..’ she croaked half heartedly. 

 ‘Oh Drake,’ her voice cracked with emotion as she pulled him closer to her. ‘I’m so sorry… This is all my fault.’ 

 ‘Shhh.. Its not your fault and you know it,’ Drake’s voice was strangely calm, as he gently stroked her cheek, no doubt leaving a smear of blood there. 

 She kissed his palm before clutching it to her chest. ‘But w-we just got started… What about us?' 

'We'll get our happy ending... I promise,' he assured her, his brown gaze growing slightly unfocused. 

'Uh uh... No. You're not dying on me Drake Walker. Keep your eyes open,' she instructed, placing a hand on his face, gently rubbing the stubble at his chin. 'Keep your eyes on me baby. Help is coming. But for now, look at me.' 

He did as she told him but it seemed to cost him a monumental effort. His handsome face grew paler and she turned to get another scrap of cloth before he caught her wrist and she turned back to him. 

'Richmond...,' Drake drew in a haggard breath before continuing more firmly. 'Elizabeth... I-' 

 'No.' She stopped him, sensing what he was gonna say. 'Not now. Not when you're on death's door. You're gonna live and we're going to have a wonderful life together.' 

Drake's eyelids began to close and when he spoke his voice was shaky. 

 'That… doesn’t sound too bad… Tell me more..' 

Elizabeth laughed in spite of herself, slightly surprised at his words especially after their earlier conversation on the lawn before the fireworks. 

 'I'm glad you approve,’ she told him. 'Now keep your eyes open or you’ll miss the rest.' 

She kept rambling mindlessly, saying anything to keep him conscious as she cradled his body in her arms, dimly aware of the wailing sirens as they drew closer. The paramedics would find them eventually but for now all Elizabeth could think about was keeping Drake conscious. She had no idea whether it was the right thing to do but something told her not to let him close his eyes. 

‘Lady Elizabeth! Where are you?’ A voice interrupted her chatter. ‘This is the palace guard! Are you safe?’ 

‘We’re here,' she croaked softly, before repeating herself in a louder voice, not taking her eyes off Drake. ‘We’re here! I’m ok but Drake got shot, he’s bleeding.’

The tables blocking her view of the ballroom were thrust aside to reveal Bastien and three men garbed in the Cordonian military uniform. 

‘Your Grace, are you alright?’ One of them gasped at the sight of her in her stained dress. 

‘I’m fine,’ she insisted impatiently. ‘But Drake’s lost a lot of blood. He needs an ambulance, please.’

Before she could finish her sentence, Bastien had swooped Drake up into his hold, his head lolling as the head of security ran towards the ballroom exit. 

‘Unhand me right now!’ Elizabeth screeched, bursting out of the guards’ grip. 

‘But Your Grace, His Majesty has strict orders-‘

Ignoring their cries of protest, she took off after Bastien, slipping slightly on the spilled champagne and blood on the floor, she kicked off her heels. When she finally caught up to the head of security outside, the paramedics were loading Drake onto a stretcher. The entire area was washed in red and blue light and she struggled to get a glimpse of his face in the dim light, hoping for some indicator that he was alive. She saw the paramedic inside the ambulance put an oxygen mask over Drake’s face and she bolted forward, elbowing her way past a trio of nobles, disregarding their gasps of shock at her appearance. She’d almost made it to the ambulance when a strong hand closed around her arm. 

 ‘My lady,’ Bastien towered over her. Abandoning all decorum, Elizabeth attempted to wrench her arms from his grasp but he expected it and deflected the action. 

‘Let me go Bastien,’ she yelled, trying unsuccessfully to break free as she watched the paramedics close the doors. However the head of security simply stood there as she thrashed against his grip until she had exhausted herself, conceding defeat. 

‘Tell me he’s going to be alright…’ she sobbed, not caring as her tears soaked Bastien’s black blazer. ‘He has to be.’

Bastien put his arm around her awkwardly. ‘If there is one thing I know about Drake, it’s that he’s very stubborn. He’ll pull through, My Lady, you’ll see.’

She clung onto his words, knowing he was right as he gently guided her back to the palace. She paused for a moment to glance back at the retreating emergency vehicle.

‘I’ve got nothing to offer you. I’m nothing special, he’d said earlier. 

Goddamn it Drake, she thought, echoing her earlier sentiment. You are all I want...

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