Dipsie's Journal

"But what is art?"

2007-01-14T13:48:28Z

I have a new hero, and this new hero of mine is - Banksy. Don't know who he is? Sucks for you. Do know who he is? Good, isn't he? There's lots of mixed opinions about him, but I think the works he does is artwork. For those of you who don't know who he is;

Banksy is a {semi?} famous graffiti artist, whose pictures or writings are often speaking of politial views and problems of the world that have happened or is happening right now. There are lots of people who dislike him, judge him as not a true artist because his stencelled works are on walls, but he thinks out of the box and that's good.

The things he draws can be found all over the place - in London, New York, some in Pakistan and other places too, where he puts up pictures. I'll show some, to you -

His website can be found Here.

I personally hope he decides to pay a local visit.

Plenty of new Icons

2007-01-13T21:24:50Z

I've been busy... or just very, very bored today. Have been neglecting LJ on account of having to deal with a little thing I like to call Life. Should I post all of the icons I made today under a cut? Ah, alright...

There are some Robin Hood ones, some Nightmare Before Christmas ones, an Austin Powers one, a Pirates of the Caribbean one, some Doctor Who ones, and I think some others...

I got bored

2006-12-03T14:29:13Z

Fic: On the Other Hand

2006-12-03T11:05:21Z

Title: On the other Hand...
Author: Dipsie x
Characters: Robin, Much, Mentions of Eve
Pairing/s: Mentioned Much/Eve, Mentioned Robin/Much
Category: Angst, I suppose
Rating: U – Anyone can read
Timeline: After Episode 9
Spoiler: Ep 9
Summary/teaser: Robin sees things from the other side.
Word count: 875 (not including title and header)
Date: 3.12.2006
Disclaimer: This story is mine, however the characters belong to the British Broadcasting Company (bbc) and their other respective owners.
Other: Hmm... Please leave comments, why did you like it, why didn’t you, etc. I’d be grateful forever. ^^

It was the morning after everything had happened, after Djaq had saved the Greek Fire formula and Much had been paraded around on their shoulders, and now they’re... well, let’s just say a little more sober. There was nothing to do that day, not a lot anyway. Little John had gone off hunting rabbits with Allan, Will and Djaq had evaporated into the darkness and... Well, it was Robin and Much alone, like they hadn’t been for a while now – hadn’t had time to talk. Robin was being surprisingly quiet.

“Well, Much...” Said Robin, looking up from the fire, where Much was adjusting his bandana, attempting to use a saucepan as a mirror – but to no avail. Much looked up, and said, “Lord Much...” But saw that Robin was not smiling. He glanced around the clearing, and said, “But I suppose I’ll let you off. This time.” There was still no reply. “Yes, Robin?” He asked.

Robin looked up at long last. Much could see something was troubling him – what was wrong? Last night, it had seemed things had been going quite well for Robin, from Much’s point of view anyway – Gisborne made to look a fool, Marian angry with Gisborne, Sheriff’s plan done over and the death of a man forfeited. What could be bothering him? A lot of the time, Much would get annoyed that Robin was pining for Marian, after he’d been here all that time. But now, he didn’t need Robin...

“So it’s Eve now, is it?” Robin asked, suddenly and harshly. He made Much drop some fruit he had been about to eat. He took a precious second to look disappointed that his food had fallen prey to the dirt, then looked back towards Robin, now looking confused.
“Eve’s now what?” He asked. Not really understanding that Robin had meant.

“Now it’s you and Eve. Eve and you.” There was spite there, which Much had been hoping to not see from Robin again.
He gave a small, self-assured smile and said, “Oh, yes. I though you already kne-” He was swiftly cut off, Robin sounding angry, “Well, well, well. Isn’t it obvious?” Much shook his head. Robin looked angry. Why did he look angry? Much wished he wouldn’t look at him that way.

“She was working for the Sheriff. She even admitted to it. She could have blown our entire plan! You’re so naive!”
And this could have gone on for a while, but Much shook his head and said, “She loves me.”

Robin folded his arms and walked under the shade of some trees, looking sulky. Much picked up another apple, only to be startled by Robin’s voice and drop it again. “So. You and Eve.” He said, “You... and Eve.” Much didn’t get it. Of course, those little piggy green eyes were showing through on Robin’s side, methinks, but Much is not the most observant of men.

“Yes...” Much said. The whole ‘My lord’ fandango forgotten. “Me and Eve...” Robin turned to look at him, hit bottom lip jutting in an unmistakable pout. “She doesn’t love you. I can tell, Much. Get rid of her. Like, now.” Much looked shocked. What was wrong with Robin?
“Why?” He asked dumbly.

“Well, Much,” Robin said, but he couldn’t think of a good reason right now. “I think she’s using you.” He folded his arms and gave Much his best, wise look. Much blinked, twice. “I think... that she doesn’t care for you at all. And...” Robin came towards Much, who didn’t move away. He gripped Much’s wrist, looking him right in the eye.

“You don’t need Eve, do you Much?” Robin asked, his eyes shining as his face loomed closer to Much’s. Much felt that this was quite unfair. “Lord Much...” he mumbled, in need of a better thing to say. Robin grimaced and continued to talk, “I thought – I thought it was – I thought we were – well, you know.”

Much got wind of what Robin was saying now. “Oh! But – you said – you hugged – you tried to kiss Marian... And anyway, you never...” Robin put his finger on Much’s lips, and his face was coming closer, when...

“Hey, Robin! Look what we got!” Allan came out of nowhere, and gave a little flourish as Little John came out of the woods, a deer slung around his shoulders. “We’ll not be hungry tonight!” Allan seemed unaware of the tension in the camp right now. Because of that, it deflated like a balloon with a puncture. “Good.” Robin grunted, letting go of Much and striding off into the darkness.

“Uh...” Much said, and then saw the deer. His face brightened up instantly, though there was still the trace of a frown on his face. “Right! Let’s get cooking then!” Allan and Much laughed and played about as they skinned the deer and got it prepared, Allan saying, “At last, something that’s not rabbit, eh?”

Robin was under the shadow of some trees, looking bitterly away from the camp, as if the sight was hurting his eyes. It looked rather a lot like what Much had done when Robin had hugged Roy tightly and hadn’t even spared a glance for Much, let alone one of those lingering looks... Things change, don’t they?

thedipsycool @ 2006-12-02T17:39:00

2006-12-02T17:39:16Z

Is my Treat Much Right Campaign user pic working? I don't think it is... -sniffle-

My Newest Fanfic- The Tree

2006-12-02T10:49:15Z

Title: The Tree
Author: Dipsie x
Characters: Robin, Guy
Pairing/s: Hints of Robin/Guy, no real pairing though
Category: What Might Have Happened
Rating: U – Anyone can read
Timeline: During Episode Eight
Spoiler: Episode 8
Summary/teaser: There’s more then one universe, and in this particular one, things turn out fairly differently...
Word count: 1,543 (without title and header)
Date: 2.12.2006
Disclaimer: This story is mine, however the characters belong to the British Broadcasting Company (bbc) and their other respective owners.
Other: Hope you enjoy reading it... Comments and criticism welcomed.

There’s more then one universe – it’s not confirmed, but there must be. There’s the loaf of bread theory – one slice of universe after another, all pressed close together yet impossible to get through from one to the other – or there’s the spiralling theory, each universe swirling and dancing around the other in an exotic dance, yet never, ever touching. Episode Eight’s fight was simply that universe’s version, and this is another version, and a more interesting one, methinks.

So where are we? Well Robin and Guy are deep into the fight by now – they’ve both rolled down hills, they’ve both exchanged quite a few angry words, and they’re none too happy about their situation. Now remember to when Guy smashed Robin in the stomach with a stick whilst Robin was midway through a sentence. Remember it? Keep it in your mind, for that is where we are. Everything that happened before it just happened. Everything afterwards, in the version of events you know, have not. Imagine you don’t know what’s going to happen next, as if you have not seen the television show quite recently and know the outcome, for that is not the outcome this time around, oh no.

It only took one small decision to change what happened – in one universe, Guy smashes Robin in the stomach with the hefty stick. In another, Guy makes the snap decision to smash Robin over the head with it instead. The story you all know and love has gone spiralling away now, that’s a different universe, one that Robin is unaware of, one that Guy is unaware of, and one that pretty much everyone apart from me and you are unaware of. That is gone. And this is what happens after Robin gets hit in the head...

He cried out briefly before staggering backwards down the small hillock that was behind him – a blow to the stomach was painful, but one to the head like this one made his world spin, he lurched, pin-wheeled off of a tree and went crashing to the ground. Guy smirked and came closer, the stick held in his hands much in the manner of a cricket bat, a few more shots to make sure Robin would remember this and then he’d go free his horse and go home. Or should he take Robin too?

He came trotting down the hill, and then Robin stood up, he was quite unsteady, but if he could take on a Saracen (well, it was Guy, we know now) jus after being stabbed through the side (hmm, Guy again), he could sure as hell continue to fight after being bashed with a twig Guy had found on the floor...! He came running up the hill towards Guy, which was a little stupid as Guy had the high ground. Guy swung the sturdy log wildly, and Robin backed away again.

Robin came slowly up the hill... But another wild swing and again, he was backing away...

Well, this could have gone on a while, but Robin continued to back away as Guy came down the hill, after all Guy had a massive mace-like contraption in his hands, and as for Robin – sweet F.A. (That stands for Fanny Adams... I never swear... And though you can’t see me, I can assure you I’m looking ever so innocent at the moment...) However, Robin was leading Guy back towards the Outlaws Campus – there he could pick up a sword. Hey, hand-to-hand combat ended when Guy picked up this massive club, right?

Guy seriously thought he was winning... Until he started recognizing trees as they walked past. By now, Robin was simply glaring at him over his shoulder as he half-jogged away... Guy was coming after him, too out of breath to run, plus he was carrying extra weight, AKA – the club. Robin vanished into some hedges, quite suddenly. Guy hesitated, but only for a moment.

Where were they...? Back at camp, it seems. It was a small clearing that the Outlaws had made, by chopping down the trees in the area. However, one was still there, because they’d hacked and hacked at it with an axe until they were all tired and aching, and still the massive thing wouldn’t come down. Robin suddenly jumped out of nowhere, trying the same old pinning-to-the-wall trick, this time with a broadsword, and trying to pin him to the tree.

The sword thumped into the tree, Guy lashed out with his club, and Robin ducked it and punched him in the stomach. Guy moved away from the tree, not wishing to be pinned there by Robin, and then aimed a kick that hit it’s target perfectly... Right in the fork, so to speak... Well Robin was none too happy about this, you can probably guess. At his expression, despite being covered in mud, messed up and completely confused, Guy couldn’t help but let a spiteful laugh out at Robin’s expression... This was too good!

Angry, and embarrassed, I might add, he pulled his sword out of the tree with a lot of effort and began slashing again. Guy couldn’t find his sword anywhere... He had his suspicions that Robin had buried it, or melted it down, or something. He wouldn’t be at all surprised. He couldn’t find any other swords... Which was a bummer. All that time tied to a tree and he hadn’t even thought of looking! Okay, nobody else would have even glanced around, but still...

Guy was walking around the tree now – where the hell was Robin?? Actually, Robin was thinking the exact same thing as he paced around the tree, it was a pretty thick tree and you could barely see to the other side... Though with all the hacking and chopping, it did wobble slightly whenever you touched it. Robin stopped and spun on the spot, and Guy nearly walked into him. Well, nobody was looking for how professional it looked, it was just how much damage you could do!

Fighting carried on for a while, until Guy was yet again pinned to the tree... Even in the snippets of fighting we saw, it was rather obvious that Robin was the better fighter. I know, scrawny thing like him, beating Mr Gisborne, who seemed to be a million miles taller and stronger (not to mention better looking... Er, not that I’m biased or anything).

Anyway, Guy aimed a punch at Robin’s face, which missed, and Robin smacked his sword into the tree, now he couldn’t care less if Guy died or not, he was too angry to care, and anyway, Much wasn’t here to flap his arms around and squeak fearfully any more... Though he did feel a little guilty about calling him simple... There just wasn’t time! He had to deal with Guy now! The sword thudded into the tree.

And then there was one of those moments... You know the ones... The terrible awkward, oh-my-god, what-on-earth ones, the ones where you know something terrible had just happened, but you’re still reeling with shock and trying to work out what it is. This moment had a feel to it, as if things would never be the same again afterwards. Both Robin and Guy found their eyes travelling upwards, it was almost comical how in time they did it.

Creak...

Robin’s expression said – argh, help, what the hell, no way. Guy’s said – God, you’re a fool. There was a snapping sound, and then there was no time for any more description because things started happening really, really fast. Robin leapt to the left, Guy sort of slid around as well, then Robin tried to pull his sword out of the tree, then the tree began to creak even louder then before, and then everything was mixed up and all Robin could remember was a mouth-ful of mud as he was shoved roughly out of the way, and the tree crashed to the ground in between Robin and Guy.

There was a short silence after that. Robin spat some dirt from his mouth and turned to look at his sword, which had been smashed into splinters (er, of metal) under the weight of the tree, and then at Guy who was standing there with a sort of ‘Don’t ask me what happened, I don’t know... honest!’ expression on his face. Guy ran his hand through his hair, going over things in his mind. I was trying to push him under the tree, wasn’t I? Or I was just trying to hit him...

Robin was really confused now. “What?” He managed, before fainting onto the ground like a wimp. One of Guy’s brows raised a fraction, before looking around the camp... Well, messy was what it had been in the first place. Now it was a... disaster. Twigs had rained down on everything, half of it was crushed under a tree, and the rest was covered in muddy footprints and slashes from the fight. Guy turned and strode back to his horse. He patted it on the nose and mounted it, ready to leave, I suppose.

“Silly tree. Killing Robin is my job...” He said softly as the horse began to ride away. A hint of fondness in his voice? Nah, you’re imagining it mate... You must be!

Fan Fiction Writing

2006-12-02T07:09:50Z

I'm working on one as we speak - also, I've learned about LJ Cuts, so now I know how to post it and all. I'm probably going to post it at robinhoodfic - also, I have entered the robin hood icon contest, but I'm not allowed to show anyone until they decide the winner, so shh. ;) Creative juices are flowing (is it me or does that sound rather oo-er?) and I'm ready to put pen to ppaper... Which is only a figure of speech, I mean fingers t keyboard of course.

It's 1:30am and I'm bored...

2006-12-02T01:39:24Z

Well I thought I'd make an LJ account... Though it probably wont last long because these things rarely do. But I made a spiffeh 'O RLY?' avatar, and just thought it would look very nice on something... And LJ would probably do fine. I'll probably be posting up random fan fictions - as you can see, Robin Hood [bbc] is one of my favorite shows at the moment, thanks to one character in particular who I find most dashing - no not Robin, fools, he's what most people in my family call a 'bumfluff' - no, don't ask, friends. It's Mr Gisborne hat makes it worth watching for me... ;)

So anyway... Yeah, keep your eyes peeled.