I was looking over my old blog posts, and I did not like what I saw.

I deleted over 2 pages of stupid blog entries I made that just accelerated the drama that I claimed that I hated.

Granted, it was a long time ago, but it still made me cringe so bad I didn't read most of them, just deleted them. Because nowadays, that's not what I'm about.

For those who knew me back then, please understand that at the time I was living in an household that was not nurturing, or kind, or promoting good mental health, and that's putting it very, very mildly.

To put it bluntly, I was abused for over sixteen years. Even though I went online to try to escape my reality, unfortunately I was not strong enough to keep it from haunting me and it caused my mental and physical health to deteriorate and I became a bitter, angry, vengeful person. I realized that after I finally escaped from the hell I lived in, a little over six years ago. Anyone who wants to know more can inquire, time is mostly healing those wounds and it doesn't really upset me to talk about it.

Otherwise, the slate is wiped clean. I'm done with that life. I'm onto bigger and better things.

I'm planning on a revival of both GoldenWinged and HelioSphere. They're going to look a little different than how they used to. And yes, there is some art in the pipeline

Stay tuned, and again, I'm so glad to be back, I can't wait to meet new friends!

Hey to everyone, or... no one. I don't know! I looked into TEF again and am just so happy it's still online.

Looks like there's some new pelts too.

...Is there still a community? I was wandering around in game and unfortunately lost my pelts and masks... I've been trying to get someone to help but they sneeze it off and keep to themselves.


I've also gotten a lot of requests for my picto. I assume it is rare now, I guess? So to all the folks out there asking, I am still attached to it and it is not for sale. <3


As for me, long story short, I'm doing better than I ever was. Here's to some more years of the same.

--Blackfeathr

woop

I ticked a short chalk stick across the board, spelling out my last lesson for the day.
"Grammar and Mechanics." I finished with a wince when my nails dragged across the chalkboard's surface for what seemed like the fiftieth time today. I looked at the tiny unusable piece of chalk between my fingers, and set it back on the metal grooves. I'd have to make do somehow. There was no more chalk left.
I turned back to the classroom. The lights were turned off and the blinds were drawn shut to keep out the heat. No air conditioning, no fans except the ones I bought from the local store, two students to a tattered english book, and no chalk. This career was costing me more than I was earning.
But the walls were decorated with brightly colored illustrations of ideas and imagination, and well-written reports that could only impress the authors they were about. Knowing I had done well for the students and provided them with the knowledge to get somewhere in life was my only source of sanity at this point in my life.
"This'll be a short excercise, don't worry. Turn to page 336 in your textbooks and follow the directions in section 2.6. If you're using the older volume of our text, it'll be on page 329. Basically you just have to read the paragraph excerpt and correct all grammar and mechanics errors. You'll need a pencil and a looseleaf sheet of paper, and you will turn this in with your names on it at the end of class for points."
I watched as the classroom bowed their heads and ducked under their desks for pencils and paper. Shuffling sounds could be heard for several seconds until everyone got settled into their work.

I'm back, for the moment. It's really been great taking a nice long break from here. Anyway, I really don't see a point in continuing the drama so I'm going to be in my own little world. I have several comics and funny junk I'mma submit on here, and a nice story I've been thinking of ^^

So welcome back Black, etc.

Keee, I love the Sims 3. The characters really fit if I put in the right traits for them ^-^

GoldenWinged and HelioSphere share the same house (a HUGE house, if they were rich lolol I use cheats)
Here's some of the stuff I've caught x3

Heliosphere after a nice showar 8D (buh no shoulder length hair so I GUESS HE GREW HIS HAIR OUT?!)



GoldenWinged eats waffles!!



And so does HelioSphere, I set it as his favorite food. So he claps happily when he makes it for himself LMAO
Sawyer eats out on the deck if Helios is at the table, lmao. She's still a bit of a loner. P:



Playin' FOOTBALL



I like this picture, its pretty. Especially with the Lighthouse in the background.



Helios sits down to be nerdy after GoldenWinged is bored of reading



Awwww... :3



OMG WTF



Helios and GW on their first day out on the town. GHOST BUILDING ONO



Helios: THE CAKE IS A LIE /falconpunch



TIME FOR DRAMATIC CHESS SCENE



"I'll take a pawn... and CHECK IT!"

"Cuyver, Arizona.
Population: 13279"

I watched the old metal sign crawl past the truck as it idled along the gravelly road. This was the town that I lived in now. The school that I worked at was in the next town over, and it didn't pay as well as I expected. Apparently in between the time I recieved an acceptance letter and list of benefits and the time that I got here the government cut funding in half for the school, and they were just managing by the skin of their teeth to keep their doors open. The salary I got wouldn't cover rent and utilities and keep me from starving, so I put up signs around this small town and a few others for a roommate. So far, no bites.

The blinds were drawn down, darkening my living room from the late afternoon sun. Luckily this made it considerably cooler than outside with just pulling the shades down while I was at work. I set my bag on the couch and did a sweep of the room, grimacing when my eyes fell on my computer. It was hooked up and everything, but the damn thing wouldn't go to the login screen, it'd just give me a bunch of funky colors and then blip off. I needed the PC really soon for emails from my work.
Finally fed up, I sat down and slid the phone book provided to me by the landlord onto my lap, and leafed through the pages for the Tech section. Running my finger down the lines of computer repair companies, I stopped at one that was relatively cheap.

"H.S. Computer Repair." I mumbled, sliding my cell phone out of my pocket and dialing the number below it.
After three rings, a man picked up the line.
"HelioSphere Computer Repair, Elliot speaking."
I leaned back on the couch and tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear, rifling through my bag for a pen and paper. Any sort of computer repair is going to be expensive. I really don't have the money for this right now.

After about a week or two, I finally finished creating and editing this video C:

Here it is

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A19txvAI4Ik&feature=channel_page

Youtube raped my editing, so some transitions may be off by a half second.

I love it. This song fits her situation EXACTLY. Its so pretty, and cute, and sad. :>

Anyway, I hope youtube doesn't mute my vid for //copyright infringements// o.o

Enjoy c:

[edit wut its not working... I reposted the link]

I'm making a video of GoldenWinged, and I need some tipz and trix. >>

'kay, so I'm wondering if anyone can tell me how to make it so the camera stays stationary and I can move my deer around, like in Sqishes video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f405zu3zCvs

I know that removing a file makes your camera go in "first person mode" but I forgot how to do that, too. But it looks like Sqish did something else.

Any help will be greatly appreciated c:

The sound of metal scraping against itself was loud as shards of it were swept from the bed of an old red truck into a steel garbage can. Her hands worked constantly, almost mechanically, sweeping, sweeping, sweeping the memories away, all her fathers work left undone, never to be finished.
Thrown away.

Her mother watched from the kitchen window.

When all but a few tiny flakes of metal remained, Sawyer "Goldenwinged" Odisark slammed the back hatch closed and secured the faulty door with a few bungee hooks. Sighing, she dusted the dirt and grime from her jeans and hauled the garbage can back to the garage. Her belongings were waiting just inside the doorway.

As she swung open the screen door her mother leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, looking at her with pursed lips and a concerned expression, deepening her wrinkles borne from all this stress of the passing of her husband. Her tousled hair put up in a bun that morning hung over her face in grey strands.

"You can't take that truck, Sawyer." She finally mumbled, "It's your father's. He might need it."

"Mother," Sawyer started exasperatedly, "Dad is dead. This is the tenth time you've said this. This is the only part of him on this earth that I have left. He's... dead, he doesn't need it..." an ominous lump in her throat started forming around her words, so she stopped talking. She didn't want to break down crying for the hundredth time today.
Without a word, her mother turned on a heel and walked slowly back into the kitchen. She needed help. Sawyer tried to take her to a psychiatrist, but she wouldn't have any of it. She'd rather live in these false memories she created for herself, to pretend that her husband didn't die, that Sawyer wasn't moving out, that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.