so i wrote a couple of things!
2 Jan 2013 03:05 pmblackguard
Snow White and the Huntsman, Ravenna, 1100 words.
Bathed in blood, all birds are of a feather.
No such thing
Conan the Barbarian (2011), Conan, 11000 words.
A Cimmerian is at peace only when he seeks war.
I guess other stuff happened too, but I seriously don't remember much about it so I can only assume it wasn't very interesting. :')
Snow White and the Huntsman, Ravenna, 1100 words.
Bathed in blood, all birds are of a feather.
No such thing
Conan the Barbarian (2011), Conan, 11000 words.
A Cimmerian is at peace only when he seeks war.
I guess other stuff happened too, but I seriously don't remember much about it so I can only assume it wasn't very interesting. :')
fic: vicious loops (Legacy of Kain)
9 Jul 2012 02:27 pmvicious loops
Rahab. 1800 words.
For a prompt at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
areyougame.
This cranky prince of the seeeeeea. B|
Also, what the hell, two different creepy people called me Khaleesi this weekend and it wasn't cute. There's no possible planet or timeline where it would be cute. Public creepiness needs to stawp.
Rahab. 1800 words.
For a prompt at
areyougame.This cranky prince of the seeeeeea. B|
Also, what the hell, two different creepy people called me Khaleesi this weekend and it wasn't cute. There's no possible planet or timeline where it would be cute. Public creepiness needs to stawp.
fic: dead ringers (Devil May Cry)
4 Jul 2012 12:17 pmdead ringers
Dante(/Vergil). PG. 2300 words.
For a prompt atareyougame.
I cannot, for the life of me maintain, a consistent way of posting my shit. RAH.
I'm posting this on my break and it's making me wonder if, ten years ago, I'd have believed that I would be where I am right now, all growed up and poking at the game industry and yet still posting fanfic. Probably not. So suck it, self of ten years past! YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT MEEEEE.
Dante(/Vergil). PG. 2300 words.
For a prompt at
areyougame.I cannot, for the life of me maintain, a consistent way of posting my shit. RAH.
I'm posting this on my break and it's making me wonder if, ten years ago, I'd have believed that I would be where I am right now, all growed up and poking at the game industry and yet still posting fanfic. Probably not. So suck it, self of ten years past! YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT MEEEEE.
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29 Apr 2012 12:49 pm |
| and the angels wouldn't help you |
Faster and faster. At first you didn't feel anything. You burst into flame. And the angels wouldn't help you. They've all gone away. |
Darkness now. Mother weeps in darkness thinking that she is not brave. Shadows cold, Valtiel listens to her moving parts - the throat of her, the eyelashes, the fingers slowly tracking out the wounds of her in the flesh of her - and hears other movements buried deep like gentle music submerged in the thunder of old machines. Mother keeps the godchild cocooned in her blood and her body, sealed up against a long wait finally coming to its end. Human woman, soon to be bathed in the flames of regency. It must be so. Hale and whole shall God emerge from the core of her at the proper time. From the womb of her, the temple of life inverted, shall God emerge. From her blackened bones shall God emerge, if God deems it proper. Valtiel waits, still as she trembles. There is a moment and a purpose. One comes, and God's chosen attendants will serve the other. It is no matter of loving or knowing or believing anything. Valtiel serves when the moment for serving arises, as it does when Mother falls. Weak, the body of her; quick, the blood of her. Dying, as living things will do. Shades fade, harbingers decay, all servants are bid to destroy each other in time. Only the living delivered from Silent Hill possess the great secrets, the blind faith and the courage required to simply die. Wrapped around the godchild, Mother dies in the dark without any words. Something calls out, even so. Voice of God, speaking no command. The weight of all the sacraments presses heavy on Valtiel's shoulders. Mother is a dread creature not to be approached; but the voice calls. The voice calls to Valtiel, who submits to the strongest will, the great flame trapped in a bed of coals, the mouth in the pit, the absence of sky. The Mother of your God needs you. Valtiel does what is needed. Stitched and stranded back on her bones, Mother lives for God again. |
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24 Feb 2012 03:09 pmI just thought of a way to distract myself from being such a jerk. I've seen the 12 word challenge going around tumblr, and. I like it!
Prompt me with a fandom, pairing, character, concept or whatever. I'll present you with the cutest 12 word story I can forge in black mouthfoam and smoking embers~
As usual, I'll write for anyting-anytang and am too lazy to list my own current fixations, haaaa.
Prompt me with a fandom, pairing, character, concept or whatever. I'll present you with the cutest 12 word story I can forge in black mouthfoam and smoking embers~
As usual, I'll write for anyting-anytang and am too lazy to list my own current fixations, haaaa.
(no subject)
11 Jan 2012 02:09 pmI have no idea what's up, but today is dragging, it is a vast temporal agony.
I wrote about my melty, bloodsucking fuzzy yesterday and now I don't know what to do with myself.
Journey is a game I want to play, it's very pretty. :|
I wrote about my melty, bloodsucking fuzzy yesterday and now I don't know what to do with myself.
Journey is a game I want to play, it's very pretty. :|
o hey dere
2 Jan 2012 08:13 pmThree stories for Yuletide 2011, posted at that AO3 thing and also wolftrap.
variations
Black Swan. Nina/Lily, pg, 6700 words. For MorganBriarwood.
The music of the mind wants choreography for the flesh it lightens.
Sam Crow is not a man
Sons of Anarchy. Tig Trager, g, 1000 words. For Zath_Chauvert.
Tig knows because he met her that time he tripped mushrooms on the reservation.
blood royals
Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Ganondorf, g, 700 words. For townshend.
Savage lands raise powerful sons.
wolftrap.variations
Black Swan. Nina/Lily, pg, 6700 words. For MorganBriarwood.
The music of the mind wants choreography for the flesh it lightens.
Sam Crow is not a man
Sons of Anarchy. Tig Trager, g, 1000 words. For Zath_Chauvert.
Tig knows because he met her that time he tripped mushrooms on the reservation.
blood royals
Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Ganondorf, g, 700 words. For townshend.
Savage lands raise powerful sons.