Born of the parchment

He is the Narrator. The bridge between writer and character. The fourth wall, if you will. He is abstract, neither in existence, or not. If anything, he represents a medium, a middle ground. The writer allows him to form their ideas into lives, into entire worlds, bursting at the seems with everything that a world must be. To the writer, there is no one better. Thus is the job of the Narrator.

[heeby-jeebies]

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[im tempted to make a blog for myself again and put all my characters there y/n?]

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[law-suits]

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“No, just with coffee. Otherwise he can hardly stand anything sweet. Rather curious, no? Well, no, he wouldn’t say so. Rather, it’s the curious thing about being curious. Not a ghost, not, but rather not a solid person, or object. An idea, more likely, or a concept.”

[thecoldestmonth-deactivated2013]

“A concept…” January repeated, still a bit unsure of the entire situation. “Why don’t you explain your concept?”

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"He can't really explain it, it's more transparent then opaque, honestly. Looking from this side of the spectrum, he tells the reader everything you do, but to the other side, he is the one dictating your every movement."

[fyeahleadingladies]

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“Of course, but that’s simply insignificant. Why, he’s practically always by your side, whether you posses the ability to sense his presence or not.” The Narrator chuckled. “You see, he likes coffee too, but only with enough sugar to kill a man, otherwise it’s wretched. He can’t stand the taste of coffee.”

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“Sweet tooth?” He asked calmly, almost too calm for someone that was used to deducing, being the one deduced. “So, who… or what are you then? A ghost?” He’d met a ghost once, she was rather pleasant.

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"No, just with coffee. Otherwise he can hardly stand anything sweet. Rather curious, no? Well, no, he wouldn't say so. Rather, it's the curious thing about being curious. Not a ghost, not, but rather not a solid person, or object. An idea, more likely, or a concept."

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“The offer is appreciated, but he doesn’t think he needs any help, January.” The Narrator’s lips stretched into a thin smile, pleased to be in the presence of a complex character. He began to go off into one of his tests, as he always did. After all, the first step to narrating a character was getting to know them, and The Narrator had his own way of doing that. “Tell him January; tea or coffee? And how do you like it?”

[thecoldestmonth-deactivated2013]

“…You know who I am?” He arched a brow, rather confused as to who this man was and why he was speaking in third person. Out of morbid curiosity he followed the other, standing at his full height. 

          “I prefer coffee… black.”

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"Of course, but that's simply insignificant. Why, he's practically always by your side, whether you posses the ability to sense his presence or not." The Narrator chuckled. "You see, he likes coffee too, but only with enough sugar to kill a man, otherwise it's wretched. He can't stand the taste of coffee."

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Remaking old friends is like unburying the dead and telling them to walk. Because why not?

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“It’s something. He just likes to see bedlam. To see the most level headed characters lose it. Their head of course.”

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The Writer tilted his head to the side and smiled, “…How true.”

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The Narrator's expression settled into a somehow less gleeful one, as he began to think. "Does January die at the end?" Narrator had an awful habit of letting characters die. More likely than not, no one survived. Perhaps this was different?

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[ what fourth wall]

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[Hi laney baby. o uo]

[ sherry!!!! *clings*]

[retournfromrehab]

[f-a-u-n-u-s]

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“Only a suggestion sir, but why don’t you put the detective in front of January. You know, always one step ahead, closing off all means of escape. Adds a sense of panic, of danger. It might drive January off the edge a bit. Of course, that is only his view.”

[themindbehindthemonth]

“How brilliant,” He grinned and looked down at his pen. “Butting heads, yet again. I love it…”

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"It's something. He just likes to see bedlam. To see the most level headed characters lose it. Their head of course."

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Guillotine Toy

Following the bloody conclusion of the French Revolution “The toy shops put on the market little guillotines with which little patriots could behead figures of aristocrats. There still survive some specimens of this pretty and diverting machine, of which one bears the date 1794 [above].

In December, 1793, [one man] asks his mother in Frankfurt to get him such a toy guillotine for his son … and in her reply he certainly got some home-truths. In her decisive manner she wrote to him by return post: ‘Dear Son, Anything I can do to please you is gladly done and gives me joy;—but to buy such an infamous implement of murder—that I will not do at any price. If I had authority, the maker should be put in the stocks and I would have the machine publicly burnt by the common executioner. What! Let the young play with anything so horrible,—place in their hands for their diversion murder and blood-shedding? No, that will never do!”