Guess What Week This Is....

It's National Cthulhu Week!

.... Oh come on, people! Don't be afraid to unleash your inner Lovecraftian fan! Join me in a week-long celebration of the Cthulhu Mythos. Join us in madness!

Or you could sit in your houses, completely oblivious of the horror around you. Preferably with an Elder Sign above your door, because only Lovecraft knows what's going to be happening this week!

Yet Another Character/Piece of Fanart

Alright, who here knows about Invader Zim? Again made by the incredibly talented Jhonen Vasquez. It was a television show a few years back, and got canceled recently. Well, the main character is of an alien race known as Irkens. The above picture is an Irken version of one of my characters, Chimere. (Chimere is a 17-year-old female version of Cthulhu. More on her later.)

Invader Zim and Irkens are copyright to their respective owners.
Art by yours truly.
Cthulhu is copyright to whoever owns the Lovecraft Mythos currently.

I realized a few things about myself this week, and what a week it has been.

Last night, it was that I felt that I had been going through life as a complete and total fraud. I seem to be drifting through life, absorbing everything without really knowing why. Owing to this odd little thing, I feel like I'm not really qualified to stand up there, with my voice ringing out above my classmate's heads, speaking of things unusual for someone of my age. I've had this feeling for a while now, in school and in other places. It made me question what other worries I might have, squirreled away in the twisted tunnels of my subconscious.

It cannot be avoided any longer. I can't keep hiding the truth. I'm, well...... *insert awkward pause here* a fangirl. There. I said it. Are you all happy now? Oh, stop clapping.

I know that plenty of you probably have figured this out for some of the more obvious things, like Wolverine and Cthulhu. But who, out of all of you, would have expected my growing fangirlishness over the same character I drew and put in the last post? I didn't, but here I am, looking on Amazon for comics.

Like I said earlier, this was a long and interesting week, full of completely unexpected little things. This is your newly-discovered fangirl, signing off.

Fun Drawings

This, for those of you who don't know, is Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. He was created by the same person who created Invader Zim, the one and only Jhonen Vasquez.
This is fanart of Nny holding one of Cthulhu's underlings, named 'Fluffy'.

Not Cthulhu, But Close Enough

"Untitled"

Today, today is a green-grey
Day, rare in its own regard.
Today, ah yes, today,
The stars are almost right.

The time has come, some
Walrus said, and how he spoke the
Truth. Dictators fall 'round the world,
And one trembles here, at home.

The stars are almost right again,
And things long hidden will
Live. Courage strides across the mind, while
Freedom flickers bright.

The stars are almost right again,
The stars are almost right.

The Stars Are Almost Right...

Alright, how many of you were expecting a Cthulhu-related post? Be honest.... Much better.

In reality, the topic on my mind at the moment has been splitting away from my mother. This theme has been running through my mind for a while, but it has been reaching a new intensity over the past few days. I can see it, clearer than day, and it seems like an eventuality to me instead of just a dream like it had been before.

In months and years past, I was too terrified to even think about this as a close possibility. Now, I am alive with the excitement of what could happen if I get the courage to open my mouth at the right time..... It could be beautiful, like fireworks or a volcanic eruption, or it could be easier, like water breaching a weak wall.

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On another note (literally), NYSSMA is coming up fast. In two and a half weeks, I will be preforming in front of a judge in three different disciplines. I will again be playing a French Horn solo, and it will be joined by a woodwind quintet piece and a vocal solo! I feel prepared for all of these things, and for the first time, I am not nervous entering crunch time for NYSSMA. It's a nice feeling, to be sure.

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"Somewhere"

Out there, deep within the ominous

Purple of the gathering storm, a

Child cries for help, grasping with both hands at

Something that has abandoned them

Forever.

Past the windswept slopes of snowcapped

Mountains, a white rabbit lies torn, red

Lifeblood dripping on the thick

Snow.

Under the waves of a stormy

Sea, a creature is torn, body

Drifting in currents it no longer

Commands.

Somewhere, life is changed irreparably.

Somewhere, a life such as mine is considered

Calm.