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Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

You mention in Jaspin's bio that he was kind of a handyman around the village. Perhaps that's how he came to know Elizabeth, a slightly richer woman (maybe she passed herself off as a widow for a bit?) moving to the outskirts of the village. Maybe he built the house she moved into, or he was the handyman who repaired a leaky roof or broken door or something. Maybe he became curious about what a lovely woman was doing being reclusive and alone.

I dunno what's going on with this backstory man, it's coming out super detailed. Awesome.

So, it's notable that Bela likes to think he despises Elizabeth, but he's kind of in denial about how much they have in common. He lusts after Natalya, hence why he loves having an excuse to play house with her when those chances come along, but he may or may not be deeply in love with her and is also in denial about that. Lotta denial masked under layers of womanizing and hostility here.

FINALLY done, woo! I don;t know what gods of writing blessed me. Why didn't they turn tonight's writing prowess towards the essay I have to write. Why.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

Okay, I'm working on the response now. I'd like to talk about Jaspin and Elizabeth for a sec. I wanna talk about how we think they met and how their relationship grew and specific moments they might have shared. The intimacy and chemistry is all in the details. It'll make the fallout all the more painful with those moments backing it up.

Also, I finally had a burst of inspiration about Bela's story, at last. I intend to finish it tonight. I'm so excited about it. It unites all the aspects of him I wanted into a coherent and reasonable backstory. Finally, it makes sense why he'd join the clan. At last.

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Perhaps. To be frank, I'm focusing so much on just churning out my assignments on time, I'm not really paying attention to my schedule for midterms. I'm certain my teachers haven't mentioned them just yet.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

No, we haven't gotten midterms yet. Just everyone assigning projects at once.

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Yeah everything's been real weird lately. Apparently it's just something about October. Guess that's when classes get serious about work, is all.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

Awesoooooome!!

As for me, homework has been kicking my ass so I apologize for my inactivity.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

Maybe I'll change my title to that. Might make things a little bit clearer. Even if not, not like I get a ton of people confronting me about it in confusion.

Don't blame that on Shakespeare. My teacher didn't provide any evidence that that's what Shakespeare was going for. She didn't provide any textual evidence, so I'm not inclined to believe her.

It's one of his earliest plays, so it suffers from inexperienced writing and inconsistent characters and a young writer just trying to make a play that'd entertain at the lowest form. It's Shakespeare's Micheal Bay movie.

Facing off with the Empress of Hell

I've been hit with a real lack of inspiration across the board for all my RPs the past few days, so that's on me, and I'm sorry about that.

The other thing, though, is that I'm sensing a real lack of passion or atmosphere here, and that's making it very difficult for me to find the inspiration for a good response.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

My apathy is less about the people I care about and more about the world around me, to which I've grown quite apathetic.
But now that you point that out, it's a bit confusing. I am a Mom Friend who is Apathetic about everything else. Gotta figure out how to rework that.

Oh boy, that class was a wild ride. There was quite a lot of the teacher, mostly, trying to make all these crazy arguments that really did not add up. I filled a whole page with questions and critiques about the holes in her arguments. I mentioned one or two in class. She did go trying to deem the villain as a victim, that as a strong, sexy woman, she's unfairly demonized, and I did mention that I didn't think it was unfair to demonize a woman who explicitly encouraged her sons to rape someone. And my teacher went on about how the villain was the best parent in the play, and this boy in my class, bless him, said 'look I can't ignore the fact that she gave birth and immediately sent the baby off to be killed.' My teacher said, to that, 'oh yeah, I kinda forgot about that'.
She went on with these same inconsistencies about the other female lead, saying this lead was supposed to be the 'perfect woman' archetype - even though one of her biggest speaking scenes in the play is her using a lot of these coarse insults and harsh language towards the villain, which is inconsistent with her supposedly being the archetypal 'perfect woman'. My teacher also claimed that by this girl being raped and mutilated, she became even more of the perfect woman archetype (because she had her tongue and hands cut off, so she became mute and passive, the theoretical perfect woman archetype) - but no longer being a virgin doesn't fit the archetype, being mutilated and therefore less pretty doesn't fit the archetype, and her being rendered passive and mute isn't treated as an improvement.
My teacher has no idea how to support her arguments with examples from the text, is what I'm getting at here.

Shakespeare's bloodiest play, yes.

Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. I haven't been feeling particularly inspired lately.

Facing off with the Empress of Hell

How interesting. The scent was growing stronger, quicker than it should have been growing. It wasn't proportional to how fast she was moving. Was the creature with the light really coming towards her? Was she so lucky? The possibility that she was truly that lucky delighted her.

She jumped down an outcropping of fresh-broken rocks, and the scent seemed to buffet her across the face. It had to be close by. She began looking around wildly for any sort of movement. The earthquake she had caused hadn't crushed and killed the creature she was looking for, had it? She would have been infuriated. Before she could entertain that dreadful thought, she noticed something. There was some odd, metallic sound coming from down the mountain. And where that sound was, she smelled the light, the strongest yet. It was there, somewhere before her, among the falling snow.

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