This was suppose to be tomorrow's post, but I have a million things to do tomorrow and I'm sitting here right now in front of the computer so.... Spudguns!
July 1st- Happy Canada Day...
I'll be doing the July theme week this week, and guess what, it's a Canadian theme, cause Wednesday July 1st is Canada Day, so I thought it would be fitting.
The Food n Flix for July will be hosted by Kahakai Kitchen, and their selection is Eat Drink Man Woman. And I'll have that up for you before the weekend. So, this will be the "week" of movies for July; as you might remember I said on one of my last Coffee Talk -with the bad lemon bars- the other week, I'm purposely NOT watching movies (other then the theme week and Food n Flix) for the next two months because I plan on doing the One movie a Day Challenge again starting in December for Year 5. Cause that's what the original point of the blog was.
And now to clean the spilled coffee from my shirt...till later.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
All Jane Austen part 6
Persuasion
the 1995 version starring Amanda Root and Ciaran
plot: Anne's family has fallen on rough times, forcing the once wealthy Elliots to move, leaving Anne alone to pack what will be needed and renting out their home. Anne soon learns that the Crofts; sister and brother-in-law; to her ex-fiance are the ones who will be renting the house. This sends poor Anne into a bit of a panic, as the couple had been forced to break off their engagement and she hasn't seen or heard from him in years. Anne is then sent to visit her other sister, who is married with kids of her own, only to find herself face to face with her ex, Mr. Wentworth, who is now a wealthy captain, staying with friends on the property. Because of an accident with one of Anne's nephews, she is forced to extend her stay much longer then first intended, and joins her sister's family and the neighbouring Musgroves on a trip. While away, she bumps into a male cousin, Mr. Elliot who is the heir to the family name and fortune. Anne is then sent to stay with her father and unmarried sister in Bath. While there, she learns of her father's expected plan for her older sister to marry Mr. Elliot. But once Anne and Mr. Elliot are introduced, they reveal the fact they already knew each other from Lyme. Mr. Elliot then begins to court Anne. While this is happening, Captain Wentworth has followed Anne, along with some navy buddies, and they realize they can't run away from their feelings any longer. Anne, learns Mr. Elliot is only interested in marrying her for her title and what he believes is a fortune, all the while having an affair with the woman Anne's father intends to marry. Refusing Mr. Elliot, Anne then accepts Captain Wentworth's marriage proposal.
The original novel was printed in 1817 and has never been out of print.
I cry every bloody time I watch this. Every time. The idea that you never fully get over your first love, that it haunts you in both good and bad ways rings true even today. The idea that when two people are meant to be together, nothing and no one will ever really keep them apart.
There are a few scenes where the captain's friend who has lost his own fiance to illness, talks about how men feel heartbreak deeper then women, and Anne tells him that's not true as women tend to hold the pain longer. They begin to form a bond that leads you to think they might end up together, but it actually gives Wentworth a glimmer of hope in the idea of winning Anne back.
When we first meet Wentworth, he's bitter towards Anne, holding a decade worth of broken heartness. That is until he discovers he's not the only one that had hoped to marry Anne when they were younger, and not the only one she was forced to refuse. As Anne's sister Mary, ended up marrying Charles Musgrove, who originally had fallen in love with Anne.
There is something too about the idea that the so called unwanted girl is in fact the secret desire or not so secret as the story reveals over the course of things, secret desire of many men.
The character of Anne is given a second chance at love only when she's old enough to handle it. When she is wise enough to follow her own instincts and not be led by her family and their shallow values. This part of Austen's story is considered by some to be very tongue in cheek, as most of her heroines are never over the age of 30. If it's meant as a inside joke or a comment on society's view of "older women" no one can say for sure.
What I always connected with in this movie was the idea that Anne was "a throw away" left to feel invisible and therefore unvaluable by her family. Even the character of Mary, who her father mentions with clear distaste, has more importance because she is in fact the only of the three girls married. The daughter he personally groomed for perfection is the one who ends up alone and without any true friends or love interests.
As much as this is a classic love story of finding that perfect big love, it's a story about finding value in yourself and sticking up for what you know is the right path for you.
It takes Anne years to find her voice, but once she does there is no holding her back from making her statement.
And that my lovely Spudguns! brings us to the end of the All Jane Austen posts...for now anyways. Been longer going then I had hoped, but all six of her classic published works are covered. But don't worry, there is always more Jane Austen around the corner and a little Austen is better then none.
P.S. I'll be bringing all this up again in December when I; your heroine, will be hosting a selection of Food n Flix with my pick of The Jane Austen Book Club.
Till next time.
the 1995 version starring Amanda Root and Ciaran
plot: Anne's family has fallen on rough times, forcing the once wealthy Elliots to move, leaving Anne alone to pack what will be needed and renting out their home. Anne soon learns that the Crofts; sister and brother-in-law; to her ex-fiance are the ones who will be renting the house. This sends poor Anne into a bit of a panic, as the couple had been forced to break off their engagement and she hasn't seen or heard from him in years. Anne is then sent to visit her other sister, who is married with kids of her own, only to find herself face to face with her ex, Mr. Wentworth, who is now a wealthy captain, staying with friends on the property. Because of an accident with one of Anne's nephews, she is forced to extend her stay much longer then first intended, and joins her sister's family and the neighbouring Musgroves on a trip. While away, she bumps into a male cousin, Mr. Elliot who is the heir to the family name and fortune. Anne is then sent to stay with her father and unmarried sister in Bath. While there, she learns of her father's expected plan for her older sister to marry Mr. Elliot. But once Anne and Mr. Elliot are introduced, they reveal the fact they already knew each other from Lyme. Mr. Elliot then begins to court Anne. While this is happening, Captain Wentworth has followed Anne, along with some navy buddies, and they realize they can't run away from their feelings any longer. Anne, learns Mr. Elliot is only interested in marrying her for her title and what he believes is a fortune, all the while having an affair with the woman Anne's father intends to marry. Refusing Mr. Elliot, Anne then accepts Captain Wentworth's marriage proposal.
The original novel was printed in 1817 and has never been out of print.
I cry every bloody time I watch this. Every time. The idea that you never fully get over your first love, that it haunts you in both good and bad ways rings true even today. The idea that when two people are meant to be together, nothing and no one will ever really keep them apart.
There are a few scenes where the captain's friend who has lost his own fiance to illness, talks about how men feel heartbreak deeper then women, and Anne tells him that's not true as women tend to hold the pain longer. They begin to form a bond that leads you to think they might end up together, but it actually gives Wentworth a glimmer of hope in the idea of winning Anne back.
When we first meet Wentworth, he's bitter towards Anne, holding a decade worth of broken heartness. That is until he discovers he's not the only one that had hoped to marry Anne when they were younger, and not the only one she was forced to refuse. As Anne's sister Mary, ended up marrying Charles Musgrove, who originally had fallen in love with Anne.
There is something too about the idea that the so called unwanted girl is in fact the secret desire or not so secret as the story reveals over the course of things, secret desire of many men.
The character of Anne is given a second chance at love only when she's old enough to handle it. When she is wise enough to follow her own instincts and not be led by her family and their shallow values. This part of Austen's story is considered by some to be very tongue in cheek, as most of her heroines are never over the age of 30. If it's meant as a inside joke or a comment on society's view of "older women" no one can say for sure.
What I always connected with in this movie was the idea that Anne was "a throw away" left to feel invisible and therefore unvaluable by her family. Even the character of Mary, who her father mentions with clear distaste, has more importance because she is in fact the only of the three girls married. The daughter he personally groomed for perfection is the one who ends up alone and without any true friends or love interests.
As much as this is a classic love story of finding that perfect big love, it's a story about finding value in yourself and sticking up for what you know is the right path for you.
It takes Anne years to find her voice, but once she does there is no holding her back from making her statement.
And that my lovely Spudguns! brings us to the end of the All Jane Austen posts...for now anyways. Been longer going then I had hoped, but all six of her classic published works are covered. But don't worry, there is always more Jane Austen around the corner and a little Austen is better then none.
P.S. I'll be bringing all this up again in December when I; your heroine, will be hosting a selection of Food n Flix with my pick of The Jane Austen Book Club.
Till next time.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Coffee talk June 28 2015
Spudguns! how are you this overly humid day? Coffee fresh? I know, I haven't posted much this week, but it's been lovely out and you know how it is with summer. That, and the internet has gone out a few times this week on my side of town causing half the city to be without internet or phone for hours. How did we survive?
So Ghostbusters 3/Reboot is going to be a female version of it. I don't know how I feel about it? The only actor I actually like in this new cast is Melissa McCarthy. I would assume she's got the "Venkman" character in this?
It's looking more and more like 2016 will be the year of the remake/reboot. Ghostbusters, Craft, Beetlejuice, Goonies, X-Files, Twin Peaks...it will be the year to watch.
Okay, just this short little ramble because I realized the last few posts were all for Nosferatu Adventures...I'll have the final part of the All Jane Austen movies up either tonight or tomorrow as it is the end of the month.
I also mentioned a month or two ago about having some crafting projects on the to do list. I'm hoping to have them done in time for Hallowe'en. So keep your paws crossed I don't screw them up horribly.
later...
So Ghostbusters 3/Reboot is going to be a female version of it. I don't know how I feel about it? The only actor I actually like in this new cast is Melissa McCarthy. I would assume she's got the "Venkman" character in this?
It's looking more and more like 2016 will be the year of the remake/reboot. Ghostbusters, Craft, Beetlejuice, Goonies, X-Files, Twin Peaks...it will be the year to watch.
Okay, just this short little ramble because I realized the last few posts were all for Nosferatu Adventures...I'll have the final part of the All Jane Austen movies up either tonight or tomorrow as it is the end of the month.
I also mentioned a month or two ago about having some crafting projects on the to do list. I'm hoping to have them done in time for Hallowe'en. So keep your paws crossed I don't screw them up horribly.
later...
Friday, June 26, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p23
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 223, chapter 223
1462
Edmund Gaerwn, woke from yet another vision of his dead wife Aurora. Accused of witchcraft, she had been drowned by the local magistrate. The family crest which he had given her on a leather cord, was all that he had left of her. A talisman made of iron, with a Celtic knot design, with two dragons one on top one on bottom, surrounded by more Celtic style knots, and a rune engraved in the center.
Slowly he shuffled out of the large bed, finding it cold and unwelcoming most nights; crossing to the large mirror. Removing the sheet from the surface, he leaned over the table where the mirror hung gazing deeply into it. The mirror's occupant away it would seem.
"Astrid!" he screamed. "Woman where are you when I need you?" he sighed deeply, grabbing a shirt from the side of the table, buttoning it.
"You forget, how this works don't you?" the woman said, cradling a small infant in her arms, rocking it back and forth. "I won't always be here. At some point, someone else in my family will be on this end, just as someone else will be on your side."
"That is not my concern at the moment. What have you learned?"
She sighed, juggling the baby on her hip as she moved across the room to get her notes. There seemed to be music coming from somewhere on her end, from one of the large round things that sat in the background of her room. Edmund wondered if everyone in her time was addicted to the strange swirling patterns as she was? The odd combinations of brown, orange and green gave him a headache. But he had to admit, the very thick orange rug he saw there looked invitingly warm. He wished they had something like that in his time. He'd tried to have a rug maker in Paris create something similar, but to his disappointment, it just didn't hold up. Astrid said it had to do with her rug being 100% polyester.
Meanwhile...
2015
Tombstone lifted his head from Bryon's knee, his nose twitching, as he jumped up heading down the long hallway of the estate. Bryon called after the hellhound, but the beast did not heel. Sighing, the short male drained his wine glass following him, thinking he just wanted to go out. But, instead of heading towards the kitchen door, Tombstone had raced to the library in the south ward of the place.
There seemed to be an extreme cold spot near the far wall, a small pocket of dust swirling as if being blown by an unlikely wind. The hellhound howled at first, then barked like a common dog as he lowered on his front paws, ears flat.
Bryon stood wide eyed as he screamed for Victor and the others, just as a blackness seemed to open, sending debris into the room. Finn and Reuben tumbled through first, knocking over Bryon, while Rolf appeared, carrying something in his arms just as the portal closed behind him.
"What's going on here?" Victor demanded as he ran into the room. Snarling loudly, Rolf turned his back towards the incubus, as he hunched over his prize. His normally blue eyes were the amber-grey of the wolf, as he took another step closer to Finn and Reuben. Sniffing, the large werewolf relaxed his shoulders flicking his hair out of his face once he realized where they had landed.
Ash appeared in the doorway of the room a moment later, a cup of coffee in hand, while Dagan shuffled behind him, tossing yarn over Ash's right shoulder every few seconds, his head down as he concentrated on his task. The knitting needles clinked together at a rapid speed as Dagan counted.
"1. 2. 3. 4. crossover. 1. 2. 3. 4. crossover." the auburn haired werewolf was dressed in white long underwear, thick wool socks, and had about five feet of knitted scarf wrapped around his shoulders. Finn tilted his head to the side pulling the little round sunglasses down his nose in question.
"What happened?" Victor asked taking a half step towards them, Rolf instinctively moving farther into the corner of the room. The tall vampire held his hands up in defeat as he took another step backwards.
"What's the date?" Finn asked.
"2015." Victor replied.
"No the date date asswipe. January? March? June? October what?"
"June 30th...no it's after midnight, so July 1st."
The familiar ran his hands through his hair and over his face letting out a deep sigh. "So time passed normally then. We've been gone about seven months." he said turning on his heels. The baby started to scream, causing everyone to wince. Bryon had to cover his ears, as he left the room. "Well he's got her lungs that's for sure." Finn replied as Rolf started to pace back and forth, trying to calm him down.
"He is half banshee." Reuben remarked fixing his own dark hair into one of his too smooth to be human ponytails. The mention of the word banshee grabbed Dagan's attention as he looked up from his task for the first time. The male lifted the knitting up to his face biting on the edge of the long scarf, as he looked at the group.
Shuffling over to where Rolf was, Dagan untangled the knitting needles from the unfinished end, wrapping it around Rolf and the baby's shoulders. The look of pure annoyance on Rolf's face caused the other werewolf to start chewing on the end of the scarf again.
"I made it for him. See it's got a moose on it." he pointed to a large blob in the middle of the whole thing that was two shades of brown darker then the rest of it. "Cause he needs a blanket for the cold nights when we're all back at the cabin and he's not able to shift yet..."
"That's a scarf man." Reuben pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not a blanket."
"No it's a blanket. I just didn't know how to make it this way..." he held out his hands gesturing widely. "Only this way." he gestured again the same way. "So she on the next bus?" he looked around turning in a full circle, tangling himself and Rolf that much more in the knitting; to stare at the wall where the portal had been.
"Dagan, she's not coming. She...she..." Reuben shook his head, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes cast down. "She didn't make it. Didn't survive the birth."
"No I would have felt the sire bond break if she was dead-dead." he said scratching at his jaw. "I might have lost my mind but I'm not crazy."
Reuben growled as he pointed towards the wall. "Look! She's not coming back alright! She's gone! Sire bond or not, Nosferatu is not coming back!"
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Don't worry, it's not what you think...I think.)
page 223, chapter 223
1462
Edmund Gaerwn, woke from yet another vision of his dead wife Aurora. Accused of witchcraft, she had been drowned by the local magistrate. The family crest which he had given her on a leather cord, was all that he had left of her. A talisman made of iron, with a Celtic knot design, with two dragons one on top one on bottom, surrounded by more Celtic style knots, and a rune engraved in the center.
Slowly he shuffled out of the large bed, finding it cold and unwelcoming most nights; crossing to the large mirror. Removing the sheet from the surface, he leaned over the table where the mirror hung gazing deeply into it. The mirror's occupant away it would seem.
"Astrid!" he screamed. "Woman where are you when I need you?" he sighed deeply, grabbing a shirt from the side of the table, buttoning it.
"You forget, how this works don't you?" the woman said, cradling a small infant in her arms, rocking it back and forth. "I won't always be here. At some point, someone else in my family will be on this end, just as someone else will be on your side."
"That is not my concern at the moment. What have you learned?"
She sighed, juggling the baby on her hip as she moved across the room to get her notes. There seemed to be music coming from somewhere on her end, from one of the large round things that sat in the background of her room. Edmund wondered if everyone in her time was addicted to the strange swirling patterns as she was? The odd combinations of brown, orange and green gave him a headache. But he had to admit, the very thick orange rug he saw there looked invitingly warm. He wished they had something like that in his time. He'd tried to have a rug maker in Paris create something similar, but to his disappointment, it just didn't hold up. Astrid said it had to do with her rug being 100% polyester.
Meanwhile...
2015
Tombstone lifted his head from Bryon's knee, his nose twitching, as he jumped up heading down the long hallway of the estate. Bryon called after the hellhound, but the beast did not heel. Sighing, the short male drained his wine glass following him, thinking he just wanted to go out. But, instead of heading towards the kitchen door, Tombstone had raced to the library in the south ward of the place.
There seemed to be an extreme cold spot near the far wall, a small pocket of dust swirling as if being blown by an unlikely wind. The hellhound howled at first, then barked like a common dog as he lowered on his front paws, ears flat.
Bryon stood wide eyed as he screamed for Victor and the others, just as a blackness seemed to open, sending debris into the room. Finn and Reuben tumbled through first, knocking over Bryon, while Rolf appeared, carrying something in his arms just as the portal closed behind him.
"What's going on here?" Victor demanded as he ran into the room. Snarling loudly, Rolf turned his back towards the incubus, as he hunched over his prize. His normally blue eyes were the amber-grey of the wolf, as he took another step closer to Finn and Reuben. Sniffing, the large werewolf relaxed his shoulders flicking his hair out of his face once he realized where they had landed.
Ash appeared in the doorway of the room a moment later, a cup of coffee in hand, while Dagan shuffled behind him, tossing yarn over Ash's right shoulder every few seconds, his head down as he concentrated on his task. The knitting needles clinked together at a rapid speed as Dagan counted.
"1. 2. 3. 4. crossover. 1. 2. 3. 4. crossover." the auburn haired werewolf was dressed in white long underwear, thick wool socks, and had about five feet of knitted scarf wrapped around his shoulders. Finn tilted his head to the side pulling the little round sunglasses down his nose in question.
"What happened?" Victor asked taking a half step towards them, Rolf instinctively moving farther into the corner of the room. The tall vampire held his hands up in defeat as he took another step backwards.
"What's the date?" Finn asked.
"2015." Victor replied.
"No the date date asswipe. January? March? June? October what?"
"June 30th...no it's after midnight, so July 1st."
The familiar ran his hands through his hair and over his face letting out a deep sigh. "So time passed normally then. We've been gone about seven months." he said turning on his heels. The baby started to scream, causing everyone to wince. Bryon had to cover his ears, as he left the room. "Well he's got her lungs that's for sure." Finn replied as Rolf started to pace back and forth, trying to calm him down.
"He is half banshee." Reuben remarked fixing his own dark hair into one of his too smooth to be human ponytails. The mention of the word banshee grabbed Dagan's attention as he looked up from his task for the first time. The male lifted the knitting up to his face biting on the edge of the long scarf, as he looked at the group.
Shuffling over to where Rolf was, Dagan untangled the knitting needles from the unfinished end, wrapping it around Rolf and the baby's shoulders. The look of pure annoyance on Rolf's face caused the other werewolf to start chewing on the end of the scarf again.
"I made it for him. See it's got a moose on it." he pointed to a large blob in the middle of the whole thing that was two shades of brown darker then the rest of it. "Cause he needs a blanket for the cold nights when we're all back at the cabin and he's not able to shift yet..."
"That's a scarf man." Reuben pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not a blanket."
"No it's a blanket. I just didn't know how to make it this way..." he held out his hands gesturing widely. "Only this way." he gestured again the same way. "So she on the next bus?" he looked around turning in a full circle, tangling himself and Rolf that much more in the knitting; to stare at the wall where the portal had been.
"Dagan, she's not coming. She...she..." Reuben shook his head, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes cast down. "She didn't make it. Didn't survive the birth."
"No I would have felt the sire bond break if she was dead-dead." he said scratching at his jaw. "I might have lost my mind but I'm not crazy."
Reuben growled as he pointed towards the wall. "Look! She's not coming back alright! She's gone! Sire bond or not, Nosferatu is not coming back!"
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Don't worry, it's not what you think...I think.)
Sunday, June 21, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p22
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 222, chapter 222
1462
Jacob, pressed his nose against the door sniffing. "He's alive!" he said grinning before bursting out in a fit of laughter.
Sebastian scratched the back of his skull as he felt a shift in the air, his body automatically going into a fighting stance. The sound of the torches on the walls flickering, forced him to look, seeing the hallway blocked by the members of the Oaken pack. The solider refused to relax as he knew the Blacksmith pack wasn't far behind.
The sea of bodies suddenly parted, exposing the woman's mate and brother. Someone slapped the larger of the two on the shoulder, bowing his head in respect just as the door opened revealing Vlad. He had a small blanket in his arms, holding it tight as if it were his own life. Gazing up at the returning wolves, the prince turned his body slightly shielding the baby from them.
"Congratulations. You have a son." he said mockingly to Reuben. "Or a mate...I'm not sure how this works given you are not the biological anything to him, and he is in turn your alpha." the gleam of his fangs as he smiled sent a stab of hatred into Reuben.
"Where's Nos?" Rolf asked about to push his way into the room. The prince raised his one hand, raising his chin towards the taller male.
"She's resting. It was a difficult time for her, believing all these months you had abandoned her, believing you dead even."
"What are you talking about? We were gone two days." Reuben remarked.
"This baby proves otherwise." the prince smirked again moving past them. "Now, if you will excuse me I have to get this one presentable before Loki arrives." he turned heading in the opposite direction of the wolves, then casually whispered. "You look much better with your hair all one colour. The grey really didn't suite you."
Reuben brought his hands up to his hair, running his fingers through it, trying to see for himself. They hadn't even noticed the claiming had been undone. Which, given they were going through a time portal, already feeling like their insides were being ripped out, the breaking of the mate connection was easily overlooked.
Vlad barely stepped foot into the large dinning hall when the shadows started to move around him. Snarling, the vampire held the baby in one arm, ready to draw his sword with the other. "Relax." Loki said as he walked across the room in the dimming light of the lamps. Stretching, he casually swung one foot in front of the other, touching the walls, the furniture before gliding over to stand in front of them.
Frowning, he leaned over peering at the little bundle. Sniffing deeply, he moved his hands around as if guiding the aroma of something sweet towards him. "Ah fresh baby smell. I have missed that." he let a smile touch his lips for less then a blink of an eye before sticking his finger towards the baby's mouth. "Did she name him yet?" his tone took on a very hushed gentleness to it as he tilted his head to the side practically cooing. Vlad said nothing, just raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry you will have to speak up I couldn't hear you over the deafening silence."
"No."
"Probably can't make up her mind. She'll find something fitting soon I hope." the dark haired god said scratching his ear. Vlad lowered his eyes, bending to kiss the baby's forehead then reluctantly holding the little werewolf closer to Loki. "What? He need a changing already? Cause I don't do diapers."
Vlad shook his head in confusion. "Have you not come for him?"
Loki's eyes began to shift back and forth as he stood to his full height, mouth slightly ajar. "Don't be ridiculous. Just popping in to see that he survived. I'll catch up with him once he's starting to show his lycanthrope side." he rubbed his hands together biting his bottom lip. "He is cute though. So pale, little tuff of hair. Wonder if he's going to have dark fur or red? His hair is difficult to tell in this light...what with having Rolf's bloodline and the banshee being a redhead...what now?"
"Forgive me, but I don't understand." Vlad said moving away from the god. Bending, he gently placed the newborn into a cradle that he'd been working on personally for the last month, as a gift.
"What's not to understand? Huh? My son is born, he looks healthy very god like, looks like he'll survive the night. If what's her face survives the next few hours, then the boy and her, will be sent back up the line to 2015 where he's needed. Back to the pack that got stuck with her. Where they can raise him to be the creature he's meant to be. It isn't that difficult to wrap your head around, even for a simple bloodsucker like you." Loki became angry, his eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf before shimmering away.
Meanwhile...
Reuben grabbed Sebastian shoving him out of the way, heading into Vlad's bedroom. The dark haired male stood just beyond the door, stricken by the sight. The already pale female was lost in the whiteness of the sheets, her veins appearing like rough maps of neon against her flesh. Her eyes slightly sunken making her cheekbones appear sharper, while her double row of fangs jutted out of her cracked lips.
He kicked the bed. "Nos. You dead?" He waited, there was no response. He kicked the bed again. "Nos?"
"She was doused with a triple dose of fairy dust. She was in so much pain." a male voice said just behind him. Reuben turned to see the pack alpha of the Blacksmith clan. Only, he didn't know this; was unaware that this was his ancestor. "You the brother or the mate?"
"I shacked the whore if that's what you're asking." Reuben replied with a dismissive gesture, running his hand through his long dark hair.
"Figures." he snorted crossing the length of the room to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Maxwell." standing back up he got right in Reuben's face, not bothered by the fact Reuben towered over him by a foot. "I'm the guy who has been doing your job while you've been off doing whatever it is you've been doing. Making sure she didn't do anything stupid, keeping her fed, keeping that baby alive." he poked the taller male in the chest. Reuben growled low, his chin down, eyes staring up from under his hair.
"So what you're the new me?" Reuben chuckled crossing his arms over his chest. "Thanks I've got it from here." he went to sidestep around Maxwell but the other wolf blocked him.
"No, you don't got it! And you never will. She survives this, and from what I understand you're not even truly her mate because of the baby, but she survives this, you and me will settle this thing once and for all."
Reuben's chocolate brown puppy dog eyes went wide as he leaned in just an inch. "Oh my god, you're planning on claiming her! You're...you're in love with her?" he scratched at his ear. "Why?"
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Was everyone thinking she'd end up with Vlad?)
page 222, chapter 222
1462
Jacob, pressed his nose against the door sniffing. "He's alive!" he said grinning before bursting out in a fit of laughter.
Sebastian scratched the back of his skull as he felt a shift in the air, his body automatically going into a fighting stance. The sound of the torches on the walls flickering, forced him to look, seeing the hallway blocked by the members of the Oaken pack. The solider refused to relax as he knew the Blacksmith pack wasn't far behind.
The sea of bodies suddenly parted, exposing the woman's mate and brother. Someone slapped the larger of the two on the shoulder, bowing his head in respect just as the door opened revealing Vlad. He had a small blanket in his arms, holding it tight as if it were his own life. Gazing up at the returning wolves, the prince turned his body slightly shielding the baby from them.
"Congratulations. You have a son." he said mockingly to Reuben. "Or a mate...I'm not sure how this works given you are not the biological anything to him, and he is in turn your alpha." the gleam of his fangs as he smiled sent a stab of hatred into Reuben.
"Where's Nos?" Rolf asked about to push his way into the room. The prince raised his one hand, raising his chin towards the taller male.
"She's resting. It was a difficult time for her, believing all these months you had abandoned her, believing you dead even."
"What are you talking about? We were gone two days." Reuben remarked.
"This baby proves otherwise." the prince smirked again moving past them. "Now, if you will excuse me I have to get this one presentable before Loki arrives." he turned heading in the opposite direction of the wolves, then casually whispered. "You look much better with your hair all one colour. The grey really didn't suite you."
Reuben brought his hands up to his hair, running his fingers through it, trying to see for himself. They hadn't even noticed the claiming had been undone. Which, given they were going through a time portal, already feeling like their insides were being ripped out, the breaking of the mate connection was easily overlooked.
Vlad barely stepped foot into the large dinning hall when the shadows started to move around him. Snarling, the vampire held the baby in one arm, ready to draw his sword with the other. "Relax." Loki said as he walked across the room in the dimming light of the lamps. Stretching, he casually swung one foot in front of the other, touching the walls, the furniture before gliding over to stand in front of them.
Frowning, he leaned over peering at the little bundle. Sniffing deeply, he moved his hands around as if guiding the aroma of something sweet towards him. "Ah fresh baby smell. I have missed that." he let a smile touch his lips for less then a blink of an eye before sticking his finger towards the baby's mouth. "Did she name him yet?" his tone took on a very hushed gentleness to it as he tilted his head to the side practically cooing. Vlad said nothing, just raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry you will have to speak up I couldn't hear you over the deafening silence."
"No."
"Probably can't make up her mind. She'll find something fitting soon I hope." the dark haired god said scratching his ear. Vlad lowered his eyes, bending to kiss the baby's forehead then reluctantly holding the little werewolf closer to Loki. "What? He need a changing already? Cause I don't do diapers."
Vlad shook his head in confusion. "Have you not come for him?"
Loki's eyes began to shift back and forth as he stood to his full height, mouth slightly ajar. "Don't be ridiculous. Just popping in to see that he survived. I'll catch up with him once he's starting to show his lycanthrope side." he rubbed his hands together biting his bottom lip. "He is cute though. So pale, little tuff of hair. Wonder if he's going to have dark fur or red? His hair is difficult to tell in this light...what with having Rolf's bloodline and the banshee being a redhead...what now?"
"Forgive me, but I don't understand." Vlad said moving away from the god. Bending, he gently placed the newborn into a cradle that he'd been working on personally for the last month, as a gift.
"What's not to understand? Huh? My son is born, he looks healthy very god like, looks like he'll survive the night. If what's her face survives the next few hours, then the boy and her, will be sent back up the line to 2015 where he's needed. Back to the pack that got stuck with her. Where they can raise him to be the creature he's meant to be. It isn't that difficult to wrap your head around, even for a simple bloodsucker like you." Loki became angry, his eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf before shimmering away.
Meanwhile...
Reuben grabbed Sebastian shoving him out of the way, heading into Vlad's bedroom. The dark haired male stood just beyond the door, stricken by the sight. The already pale female was lost in the whiteness of the sheets, her veins appearing like rough maps of neon against her flesh. Her eyes slightly sunken making her cheekbones appear sharper, while her double row of fangs jutted out of her cracked lips.
He kicked the bed. "Nos. You dead?" He waited, there was no response. He kicked the bed again. "Nos?"
"She was doused with a triple dose of fairy dust. She was in so much pain." a male voice said just behind him. Reuben turned to see the pack alpha of the Blacksmith clan. Only, he didn't know this; was unaware that this was his ancestor. "You the brother or the mate?"
"I shacked the whore if that's what you're asking." Reuben replied with a dismissive gesture, running his hand through his long dark hair.
"Figures." he snorted crossing the length of the room to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Maxwell." standing back up he got right in Reuben's face, not bothered by the fact Reuben towered over him by a foot. "I'm the guy who has been doing your job while you've been off doing whatever it is you've been doing. Making sure she didn't do anything stupid, keeping her fed, keeping that baby alive." he poked the taller male in the chest. Reuben growled low, his chin down, eyes staring up from under his hair.
"So what you're the new me?" Reuben chuckled crossing his arms over his chest. "Thanks I've got it from here." he went to sidestep around Maxwell but the other wolf blocked him.
"No, you don't got it! And you never will. She survives this, and from what I understand you're not even truly her mate because of the baby, but she survives this, you and me will settle this thing once and for all."
Reuben's chocolate brown puppy dog eyes went wide as he leaned in just an inch. "Oh my god, you're planning on claiming her! You're...you're in love with her?" he scratched at his ear. "Why?"
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Was everyone thinking she'd end up with Vlad?)
Saturday, June 20, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p21
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 221, chapter 221
1462
7 months later...
Our heroine growled as she tugged with all her strength, feeling the tension of the chains. Her wrists starting to hurt from the iron cuffs. She shuffled her feet on the cold stones, feeling the ridges and cracks, as the rattling of the large iron chains echoed in the damp room.
"How's the belly this morning?" Vlad asked as he entered the room, crossing to a small table pouring himself a glass of wine. He stood motionless, waiting for her to lunge at him again as she had the night before. Lucky for him, he healed instantly.
"Let me out!" our heroine screamed, tugging again on the chains. "How long you plan on keeping me here?"
"You keep eating my people. I've lost half my army not from battle, but to your appetite" he said casually gesturing towards her.
"Men are yummy. All those chewy little pieces filled with ooey-gooey blood." she tilted her head to the side, making a noise. "And other stuff."
"I will pretend I didn't hear that." turning up his lips in a pout, he moved carefully around the room just out of reach of her. "I will let you out when you give birth or when your mate comes back for you. Whichever is first."
"Good luck with that. My mate..." she laughed. "Reuben would have been back by now if he had planned on keeping me. He's a little selfish that way. Still bitter I snagged his true love before he could." she sniffed. "Or if he were alive. I've come to the conclusion he must be dead or something. It might be a bit of an arranged marriage, business merger really, but he does like to stick to the rules."she sniffed again. "Would take me home with him, just to shove it in the face of his dearest love..."
"Your dearest love. Didn't you say you and your current mate were in love with the same man?" Vlad asked as he brought his one hand up to his chin, massaging his neck.
"...His! His dearest love. His wild obsession. His little furry...backdoor middle of the night snuggling by the campfire sticky sweet desire. Take me back home, parade me like some title on his shoulder just to prove he's more man or dog then that red-haired male bitch. So why don't you just get on with it. Slaughter me."
"I have no intentions Nosferatu, of slaughtering you. I do however, plan on raising the baby."
"Fine. Take it, it's yours." she turned towards him pointing to her stomach. "It's rent is overdue anyways." she threw her head back howling in frustration, grumbling on how long her hair had gotten and that she really needed a haircut. "You know what really sucks...besides us I mean...being a banshee meant I was never suppose to suffer through this crap! And in the end, the big cosmic joke is that's why I was turned into a vampiric monster in the first place." she laughed uncontrollably. "They made me this way, Loki and Bacchus, letting that stupid auburn wolf sire me so that they could have a foolproof baby factory. For their precious werewolves."
"You're tired..."
"No I'm pissed off!"
"Either way, you should rest. I'll send one of the lycanthropes in for you to feed off. At lest then, they won't be roaming around so much outside the castle. We'll have nothing left on the farms soon to feed the village. They keep eating all the livestock."
"Why don't you feed off them, and then I can feed off you?" she grinned devilishly grunting. "I like the little visions that come with your blood. Reminds me of the movies back home."
Meanwhile...
1629
The two werewolves circled closer, the onyx coloured one snarling as he stood there, as if ready to tackle the man. While the caramel coloured one salivated, pacing back and forth keeping the young witch from helping her father.
Finn had managed to grab the pages from the bonfire, stomping out much of the flames, his hands covered in soot as he translated the German.
"No!" the man howled as he attempted to move towards the familiar, to keep him from finishing the spell. Rolf in turn charged, his teeth ripping into the man's shoulder, the blood covering his muzzle as he did. A feeling of dizziness suddenly overcame the large werewolf, forcing him to move away from his prey. Howling, the wolf stumbled backward a few feet, just enough for the injured but still alive man to kick him hard in the side of the head, before managing to run into the streets. The caramel coloured wolf chasing after him.
Rolf started to transform against his will. Bones shifting, cracking, echoing in the night air as his vocal cords began to contract. Letting a very human scream escape his lips, he watched out of watery eyes, as he arched his back, still knelling on the ground his hair in a mess of wet ringlets stuck to his face and shoulders; as Finn ran over to the young girl, breaking her neck.
"What's happening?" Finn demanded breathing heavy.
"I think...I think Nosferatu has gone into labor." Rolf screamed again as he fell to his side, his arms cramping at the elbows.
"That's impossible!"
"Tell the pain that." he screamed again the feeling of hot knives covering his flesh. It was as if something was trying to dig it's way out of his stomach, burning a trail down the nerves of his legs. "Get Reuben. We have to go back. NOW!" He felt himself starting to transform back into his wolf self against his will once more.
"We're not even close to being done here. We can't go back..." the sentence dying in midair, as Finn gave in, turning running in the direction Reuben had.
Meanwhile...
1462
Sebastian was guarding the door to the prince's bedroom, the banshee's screams being heard throughout the castle. He found himself shuttering at the volume of her screams, a ringing forming in his ears as a pitcher of water shook on his side of the locked door. He'd done the math, the baby was a month and half early. The werewolf packs were worried, afraid something was wrong with their little god. Everything, it seemed was riding on the woman surviving this birth. Of the little furball surviving.
Sebastian thought silently that this is what it felt like for any queen. Bought to birth an heir, bred as nothing more then a common piece of livestock would be. Shaking his head, the bald male shuttered again this time in pity.
Jacob, the former Oaken pack alpha, was standing beside the door suddenly as if having appeared from nowhere. Sebastian swallowed his disgust, still not used to the speed the shapeshifters had. Then there was nothing but silence. A pause so long, that even Sebastian held his breath in fear and wait.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Everyone wants the little brat prince...)
page 221, chapter 221
1462
7 months later...
Our heroine growled as she tugged with all her strength, feeling the tension of the chains. Her wrists starting to hurt from the iron cuffs. She shuffled her feet on the cold stones, feeling the ridges and cracks, as the rattling of the large iron chains echoed in the damp room.
"How's the belly this morning?" Vlad asked as he entered the room, crossing to a small table pouring himself a glass of wine. He stood motionless, waiting for her to lunge at him again as she had the night before. Lucky for him, he healed instantly.
"Let me out!" our heroine screamed, tugging again on the chains. "How long you plan on keeping me here?"
"You keep eating my people. I've lost half my army not from battle, but to your appetite" he said casually gesturing towards her.
"Men are yummy. All those chewy little pieces filled with ooey-gooey blood." she tilted her head to the side, making a noise. "And other stuff."
"I will pretend I didn't hear that." turning up his lips in a pout, he moved carefully around the room just out of reach of her. "I will let you out when you give birth or when your mate comes back for you. Whichever is first."
"Good luck with that. My mate..." she laughed. "Reuben would have been back by now if he had planned on keeping me. He's a little selfish that way. Still bitter I snagged his true love before he could." she sniffed. "Or if he were alive. I've come to the conclusion he must be dead or something. It might be a bit of an arranged marriage, business merger really, but he does like to stick to the rules."she sniffed again. "Would take me home with him, just to shove it in the face of his dearest love..."
"Your dearest love. Didn't you say you and your current mate were in love with the same man?" Vlad asked as he brought his one hand up to his chin, massaging his neck.
"...His! His dearest love. His wild obsession. His little furry...backdoor middle of the night snuggling by the campfire sticky sweet desire. Take me back home, parade me like some title on his shoulder just to prove he's more man or dog then that red-haired male bitch. So why don't you just get on with it. Slaughter me."
"I have no intentions Nosferatu, of slaughtering you. I do however, plan on raising the baby."
"Fine. Take it, it's yours." she turned towards him pointing to her stomach. "It's rent is overdue anyways." she threw her head back howling in frustration, grumbling on how long her hair had gotten and that she really needed a haircut. "You know what really sucks...besides us I mean...being a banshee meant I was never suppose to suffer through this crap! And in the end, the big cosmic joke is that's why I was turned into a vampiric monster in the first place." she laughed uncontrollably. "They made me this way, Loki and Bacchus, letting that stupid auburn wolf sire me so that they could have a foolproof baby factory. For their precious werewolves."
"You're tired..."
"No I'm pissed off!"
"Either way, you should rest. I'll send one of the lycanthropes in for you to feed off. At lest then, they won't be roaming around so much outside the castle. We'll have nothing left on the farms soon to feed the village. They keep eating all the livestock."
"Why don't you feed off them, and then I can feed off you?" she grinned devilishly grunting. "I like the little visions that come with your blood. Reminds me of the movies back home."
Meanwhile...
1629
The two werewolves circled closer, the onyx coloured one snarling as he stood there, as if ready to tackle the man. While the caramel coloured one salivated, pacing back and forth keeping the young witch from helping her father.
Finn had managed to grab the pages from the bonfire, stomping out much of the flames, his hands covered in soot as he translated the German.
"No!" the man howled as he attempted to move towards the familiar, to keep him from finishing the spell. Rolf in turn charged, his teeth ripping into the man's shoulder, the blood covering his muzzle as he did. A feeling of dizziness suddenly overcame the large werewolf, forcing him to move away from his prey. Howling, the wolf stumbled backward a few feet, just enough for the injured but still alive man to kick him hard in the side of the head, before managing to run into the streets. The caramel coloured wolf chasing after him.
Rolf started to transform against his will. Bones shifting, cracking, echoing in the night air as his vocal cords began to contract. Letting a very human scream escape his lips, he watched out of watery eyes, as he arched his back, still knelling on the ground his hair in a mess of wet ringlets stuck to his face and shoulders; as Finn ran over to the young girl, breaking her neck.
"What's happening?" Finn demanded breathing heavy.
"I think...I think Nosferatu has gone into labor." Rolf screamed again as he fell to his side, his arms cramping at the elbows.
"That's impossible!"
"Tell the pain that." he screamed again the feeling of hot knives covering his flesh. It was as if something was trying to dig it's way out of his stomach, burning a trail down the nerves of his legs. "Get Reuben. We have to go back. NOW!" He felt himself starting to transform back into his wolf self against his will once more.
"We're not even close to being done here. We can't go back..." the sentence dying in midair, as Finn gave in, turning running in the direction Reuben had.
Meanwhile...
1462
Sebastian was guarding the door to the prince's bedroom, the banshee's screams being heard throughout the castle. He found himself shuttering at the volume of her screams, a ringing forming in his ears as a pitcher of water shook on his side of the locked door. He'd done the math, the baby was a month and half early. The werewolf packs were worried, afraid something was wrong with their little god. Everything, it seemed was riding on the woman surviving this birth. Of the little furball surviving.
Sebastian thought silently that this is what it felt like for any queen. Bought to birth an heir, bred as nothing more then a common piece of livestock would be. Shaking his head, the bald male shuttered again this time in pity.
Jacob, the former Oaken pack alpha, was standing beside the door suddenly as if having appeared from nowhere. Sebastian swallowed his disgust, still not used to the speed the shapeshifters had. Then there was nothing but silence. A pause so long, that even Sebastian held his breath in fear and wait.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Everyone wants the little brat prince...)
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Coffee Talk June 18th 2015
Spudguns! Ever have one of those weeks? Yeah, it's one of those for me. Anyways, I had planned on doing a "what that movie inspired me to do" post, but the dessert I made didn't work right. I had failed to take my own advice, to remember that your emotions affect your recipes.
That and the recipe kinda sucked. So, I'm not going to give you the recipe this time around, as I want to find a better one and do this again.
But, I am going to tell you what I had planned on posting about...Bold and the Beautiful Lemon Bars.
Yeah, I got it in my head to do what every soap opera fan has done over the years, make lemon bars inspired by the character Pamela aka Pammy.
And I wanted to show off my skulls. Salt/Pepper and toothpicks.
So, some point soon, I'll give this another go around.
I know I haven't been posting much for movies, which given this is a movie blog, but I have purposely been not watching anything lately so that next year I can do the one movie a day again.
And now...I'm off to watch Hannibal.
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