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Trisphee's Hallo-wasn't 2014
So, for the time of (Halloween/Samhain/All Saints), I thought a thread would be nice. If I knew how to manage it, I'd hold some contests (Poetry, Scary Fact Quizzes, etc) but, as I don't, I'd like to just leave this open for people to talk about their celebrations, past and present. Also, I'll post any poetry/links/art up here for everyone to see.
:p-evil: So, Let's begin :p-evil: Thread Rules: 1. Post more than two words. 2. Please Follow all Rules and terms of Trisphee when posting. 5. If You want to make any type charity or the like, please PM me. 4. Please keep any comments/jokes civil. Spam: It is the goal of this quest to stay on-quest. |
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Links The House on Haunted Hill Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde The Phantom of the Opera The Halloween Tree Poem Halloween is Grinch Night Nightmare Ned: Let's Play: The Chalkboard Song: The Mouse Song: Nightmare Ned Television Series Beetlejuice The Last Halloween Corpse Party: Bloodcovered Art Gallagher's Seraph Costume: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Final Part; Writing Yeladim: Huntercat, Egg on Your Face & The Jester Lawtan: Tamlane - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 |
Sort of just put several links to childhood things that I am allowed to link (Other childhood "Halloween/Scary things, like Alien, and the Twilight Zone, I can't)
The Halloween Tree - an awesome short story and animated short, though the story is not good for learning about culture - it is like opening a person's eyes to see that Halloween wasn't just "dress up, get candy, and pull pranks." Halloween is Grinch Night - Warning to epileptics and people who don't want mind-messing. Still awesome. Nightmare Ned - One of my first childhood games...like Disney meets Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. Turned into a (short lived) television series. Beetlejuice - Both a cartoon and a movie, this is hammy horror-comedy at its best. The Last Halloween - a lovely kids film, though childish and really has several laughable moments. I liked it. Corpse Party: Bloodcovered - umm...yeah, this , Ao Oni, and "the Witch's House" are the games that really make RPGMaker Horror possible. So, blood and corpses are present. |
So, this year, I have my bio-mom and her peeps staying with us, and they are SUPER into Halloween, but we're hella poor right now. SOOOO. We're getting mega crafty with stuff we have around the house, or can get from the dollar store. We started work on costumes today, and I am really excited about mine. I will have to post pics of our progress tomorrow.
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Can't wait to see, Gallagher! That sounds like tons of fun.
As for me, I'm probably going to buy some candy and stay at home in my tiger onesie. We get trick or treaters, but some years are better than others for the turnout. Maybe I'll go to the dollar store for something to decorate the front porch with, just so they know I have candy for them. I think I'll make it a day tomorrow, actually. |
We are having a bit of a boring Halloween in this year as we have a 4 month old... But as she gets older we will probably do a lot more than other people as we both attend anime conventions so I'd probably be making her the best halloween outfits possible ^_^ Currently I am in the process of making her a Murloc outfit for a con in March next year that hopefully she will be able to wear for halloween next year ^_^;; (Also we always have some form of sweets in the house, normally tubs of mixed sweets left over from xmas, to give out)
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Second Halloween in the house, but still not really planning on much decorating.
Dan wants to take his dragon incense burner and find a way to mount it so it's blowing smoke OUT instead of UP... He's sick right now, though, so I'm not sure he'll have the time to finish his plan. There's not a lot of trick-or-treat in my neighborhood, so I decided this year I'm going to be the house that gives out the really big candy bars. But that's about it, really. My one cat will be dressing up, of course. Peaches LOVES wearing costumes, as long as they only tie around her neck. She has a "Count CATula" cape that seems to be her favorite - she actually growled at me for taking it off of her last year. Maybe I'll buy her a different outfit, though... (Part of that depends on whether or not I can find her hiding place for last year's cape, and whether or not she licked it to shreds). |
This Halloween, we might have candy, but we're sure there will be no trick or treaters, there haven't been the last three Halloweens we had since moving here. I might even put on a costume, but I will probably be the only one that does. *shrugs* I have a half a dozen wigs to choose from, including a Hobbity curly brown wig, a scarlet wig, and a pretty blue and green 'ombre' wig I picked up last year. Also have a couple of different sets of fairy wings. It would be nice to go out in public in costume, but I'm not holding my breath for it.
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As far as Trick-or-treaters...yeah...that seems to only be a thing in tight subdivisions and churchgroups, nowadays. ;~;
I hope Dan gets better, SolarCat. Oh, and our pets hate anything resembling clothing. Actually, our cat is a black cat, and because for several years a group of crazies were picking up and "sacrificing" black cats, we tend to lock her in on Halloween. (As a note, I am from Tennessee, where a Protestant Church uses snake handling in a manner so as to look possessed, and activists broke into a nuclear plant and tried to damage the facilities to protest nuclear power) Gallagher, that sounds awesome! I'll be sure to link of you post. Hmm...as a question, should I do what I did last year? (Last Halloween, I told a folktale over a campfire with marshmallows on Trisphee...) |
Right, so we went shopping for more materials today. For the most part, we got paints, tapes, glow in the dark stuff, wire, etc. for building parts.
What I'm working on is a seraph costume, and I'm currently cutting plates for my wings. I have about half of the largest wings laid out right now, and it will look really hot once it's finished. They're going to be layered in the front and behind separately to better mimic proper anatomy, with solid cardboard and wire in the core to support it all. Pic linx. The flight pair will be able to move with how we're building it up, while the other two will be static. My colors are going to be a straight white with some pale tarnished gold detailing, and glow in the dark highlights to add contrast in the dark. Most of the weight for this pair and the lower will be held by reinforced ribbons in the same kind of gold as the paint. We still have to put together a white dress/robe/toga to wear with it all, but I'll be dying my hair a white-blonde, and have picked out a mask to paint. More pic linx We're looking for something a bit more jester/plague doctor to combine with this mask to alter the face structure more, but because those are usually just to cheekbones, we picked up the full mask while we were there. I'm not sure what kind of design I want to paint on them yet, but I'm gathering ideas for it. |
Interesting, Galla! I've added your pics up top.
Well, you could "Phantom of the Opera" (In other words, color the lower jaw, and make the upper a sort of "bone-gold" (mix silver and gold paint, 2 parts silver, 1 part gold)) |
I'm adding some Public Domain Horror Films for everyone to watch >.>
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UPDATE TIME!
It's crunch time, so we're doing a lot of cutting and spray painting today, about to head out to get more supplies. I finished painting my mask. LINK! I'm going to try and get pictures of it in the dark later tonight, but it has glow in the dark paint in a completely different pattern from the gold. It looks really awesome, and glows super bright. The harness for all the wings is more or less put together now. MORE LINK! With this plan, though, they're going to be bigger than we had initially prepared for (hence the shopping trip). The ones I showed before are going to be the bottom most wings now, and we just cut out the base for the main pair. |
After gathering the links given by Gallagher, Lawtan begins to clear a space. Trees of various fragrances sprout from the ground - some smelling of mint, or cherry, others of wax and molasses. A pit forms in the center, from which sprouts a fern - nay, a holly bush - spouting flames, like some Guilded Age machine. A rustle over the shirts of all those gathered around Trisphee brings their attention to the ground itself shifting into lounge-like furniture of stick, feather, and cobblestone. The shifting air whispers in their ears;
"Oh, come, ye descendants of man. Upon this clearing, this post, one shall stand and tell of stories lost to celebrities, I-pods, and daytime TV. Come, and enjoy the warmth of the hollyfire. Feast on the treats of the old Library - from s'mores to naan to apples in caramel. Come tonight, when you tire of walking on All Hallow's Eve, to read tales of the Fair and Cunning." (Translation: I plan on typing out a few old folktales tomorrow in a storyteller-like fashion sometime late - likely around 11 pm EST. Feel free to join me and talk of imagined candy and popcorn) |
*gets herself comfortable in a nest of blankets, ready to listen to the storyteller*
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I'll post three Halloween stories I wrote a few years ago. For your amusement.
HUNTERCAT It is interesting that you visit me here my friend. It has been how many years? Too many I know. How have you gotten along? Well, I see. As for me, I'm here for my own protection, but I haven't lost my sanity. You won't believe me either any more than the doctors here. The macabre story of the gruesome murder of my roommate, while I have been unjustly found guilty of, is too fantastic for belief. But down a primrose path I will not lead you because in the dark recesses, evil and horror reside. A misty morning, in retrospect, cold and clammy really, but not untypical of late fall. A fine mist fell like a sticky spider's web, covering the dead leaves and browning grass. Into that dark wood Sam would run. For his health he would tell me but I could see what was really in that woods. In the inky blackness foul creatures dwelt, unseen in their deathly stillness. I knew nothing good would ever come from that womb of evil, but then even I could not resist the kitten that Sam brought back that fateful morning. "I don't know how, but it's name is HunterCat and it looks like the poor thing is injured." Injured it appeared, but no injury that ever appeared on any living creature. We attended the little cat as best we could but the instant the creature was brought into the room a stillness befell us as unnatural as anything found above the earth. A grave appearance overcame Sam but he dotted on that spirit stealing creature as a mother would a dying baby. Nothing seemed to interest the creature except for raw meat, and Sam. And after that first fatefull night, the sound of death marched out of the woods and surrounded our little house. Days later I awoke from a fitful sleep. My dreams were filled with dark things, black crawlers, slimy creatures pulling themselves along the black, muddy forest floor. Other creatures tunneling under our house, releasing their noxious odors into my sleeping chamber. I would have awoken screaming but I had no breath. "Water. I must have water." And so I made my way down those now terror filled stairs into the ichor of our kitchen. I knew the way well enough to not need a light. If only I didn't. I imagined a cat brushed against me, but we had no such animal, except for HunterCat. The past few days that demon stricken animal avoided me as if I was infected by some ancient, jungle plague. I had done nothing to it except say to Sam that he was becoming too attached to the creature. It looked at me as if understanding my every word, but how could it. It was only a rescued animal who didn't even know who it's original masters were. I dismissed the the touch as imagination and started up the stairs. Then I heard it. The sound no living person can describe and no untortured throat could utter. I sprinted to Sam's room and flinging open the door I sensed more than saw movement around the room. And flicking on the light I saw that sight that in my agony I tore the very orbs from my head to try to erase, but to no avail. The police have told you I'm sure, that I attacked Sam while he slept. And on his awakening I was able to tear the flesh from his neck and separate his head from his shoulders. I do not deny that is the scene I witnessed on illuminating that ghastly sight. But it was not I who killed Sam. The dead walk among us and that night they fed on my roommate Sam. Whether HunterCat was protecting it's own kill or encouraging the others to it's meal I cannot fathom and refuse to think upon further. But I will tell you, that hideous creature asked me to join in it's feast. And in my madness, I did. |
Here are those other two stories-
Egg On Your Face And while it is known that many female species will kill their mates and feed off them to help develop their eggs, the Preying Mantis being the most famous, certain species of spiders have been found in the Amazon to lay their eggs into their mates so the newborn have a ready source of nutrition when they hatch. I first heard that in my second year at St. Vitas' High School for boys. Of course it wasn't the school work I was interested in. Next door to our school held my interest. Georgiana's Finishing School for girls was located just across the street and in a school full of wild young men, there was nothing our boring professors could teach us that would gain our attention beyond the rudements needed to graduate. How I wish I had paid more attention for I did not remember that lesson until this morning. Far too late to be of much help to me. Story #3 - The Jester It shocked her, the sound. It was so loud out of the speaker just above her head. "Hehehehehe," came the maniacal scream/laugh and then, "wipeout." The drums gave her a headache, or was it the beer. Didn't matter, the party was dead and so was she. She could hardly wait for her ride to get back so they could leave. Maybe if I close my eyes, she thought, I might get some relief. "Do you want to get lucky?" The voice pierced steady sound and brought her back. Even with the loud music he didn't sound like he was screaming. But she wanted to go home, not get picked up. And that pickup line was a complete train wreck. Opening her eyes she looked at him. Strange looking man, pale skin, almost white. Black hair, almost like it was painted. Odd features. A jutting nose that didn't jut, almost two dimentional. But she wanted to go home. "I'm just waiting for my ride," she yelled. "I'm not interested." "I didn't ask if you wanted sex, I just asked if you wanted to get lucky?" And he looked at her, as if she was an open book or a blank page waiting to be written on. She was speechless. He thrust his had into hers, "I'm Robert Zimmer. You look like you have a headache and more important, you need some luck." She pulled her hand out of his. "You are very presumptuous. I am not interested in you or anything you have. Now leave me a lone." And with that she stood, found her friend and left the bar. In the car, speeding home, friend at the wheel. What a bizare night. It started by trying to break out of her morose self pity but the bar was like a morgue, the music was 50 years older than what is hip, and the liquor was too much. The two girls talked about the day but she wasn't interested. She drifted through the conversation, zombie-like, staring out the window. What was that? It was that guy, from the bar, standing on the side of the road. But it couldn't because he was already miles behind. "Did you see something?" "See what?" "A guy. No, nothing I guess, I just must be ready for a long sleep." Then, something burst onto the road, tires squealed, brakes locked, the car flipped, once. Twice. Then landed on the roof, crushing the two occupants. So this is how it ends she thought to herself. "It didn't have to," she heard. It was his voice. What did he say? "It didn't have to ... end this way. If only you had taken a bit of luck." |
Thank you, Yeladim. Now, if anyone is still around, I'll tell my story in 3 posts, as I tend to.
Gather around, young Trislings, as I tell you the tale of knightly Janet and her dame Tamlane... There once, on the Nene river, lived the family of Earl Murray, and their child, Tamlane. Tamelane was ever a curious child, and would wander into the nearby woods, wherein he walked on a strange circle of smooth cobblestones. "Mum, come see, for I stood on stone three!" the barely-walking babe would exclaim, without praise or recognition. |
It is unknown how young Tamlane was raised, or that he still lived, for that matter. However, his loss would neither bar trade nor coin, and it came that the forests of Caterhaugh were sold to the Earl of March, whose daughter's name was Janet. |
The remaining terms between the two, the elfin knight and stubborn maid, only the winds of Caterhaugh would know. Time works oddly in Sidhe-lands, as does love and the mind. Perhaps, young Tamlane and Janet won one another's hearts by the character of each other. Perhaps, some fell magic or otherworldly treasure bewitched young Janet and the elfin knight to love one another. |
Wearing again her green mantle, Janet returned to the forest. She ran into the rose-clearing, and waited for the man. Spotting a pair of roses entwined, she plucked it for her love. With a rapid twist behind her came her darling Tamlane. Notes: I apologize beforehand for any creative liberties taken. They were almost purely for the purpose of making sense of conflicting accounts about the folk tale, for the sake of including the parts of the ballad, Tamlane, or for better communicating the mythological world this is set in. |
I'm a little late, but I wanted to show y'all the final result!
First, a look at the paint job we did LINK. The edge of every single plate was painted in glow in the dark, so you could see the entire outline of every wing straight through the night. MORE LINK the whole rig together here. It was stupidly light, like it didn't bother me at all, and it was just bendy enough not to damage the plates too badly even when they did bang against walls or people. ALL TOGETHER NOW the outfit with it was super easy and really warm, even with an exposed arm and feets. Two sheets, a couple zip ties, and gold tape for my waist and to help keep it together. My peeps there are a witch and Thor, obv. |
That looks pretty damn sick.
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Wow, Gallagher, that is so inventive and it looks great. The three of you must have been a terrific hit.
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*Claps for Gallagher*
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It was fantastic. People loved going behind me when we went through the Village of the Dead and the Field of Screams because I just lit up all the dark twisty places! Oh, and the Haunted Hay Ride was great because when everything went pitch black, my mask was the only thing glowing (I can't sit down while wearing the wings).
The best best BEST part, though, was waiting in lines for it all, because every now and then... I hear, "Oh look at the angel!" So I turn slowly, blank stare, head tilt, and they freak the frick out when they see the mask. It was so great. |
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
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...All I got was that someone killed Death. I think it's mad at being killed.
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Translation: In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die." Yeah, all hail Cthulhu, Shub-Niggurath, and Lovecraft's lot, whose all-devouring insanity obviously inspired some of the posts above. |
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I know xD
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