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Aug. 24th, 2020


Cryptomancy Info

I just wanted to make a post that would be a self-contained source of info about my ongoing/neverending fiction project titled "Cryptomancy." Inspiration pictures can be found here.

This project was (for me) the natural outgrowth from a roleplaying forum in which I participate(d) actively, Clockwork Lullabye. In the game(s) there, I have a character whose backstory interested me enough to want to explore it through a series of vignettes. I have titled my own personal project "Cryptomancy" after a short story I wrote as part of a collaborative fiction project on the same website.Read more...Collapse )

Oct. 28th, 2011


A Promise in the Shadows: Part 2

Posting this to the personal journal, because I didn't use any prompts, I just needed to move the plot.

Back to normal RaTs posting for the next one.

Title: A Promise in the Shadows: Part 2
Main Story: Cryptomancy
Word Count: 1315
Rating: PG
Summary: Continued from A Promise in the Shadows. In which Chaill and Albion come to an understanding.

Albion was not as tame a creature as Bug.Collapse )

Oct. 27th, 2011


Cryptomancy Pictures

These are just some reference pictures to go with my story, Cryptomancy. Yes, lots of these are famous people, but they help me envisage the characters...plus, it's fun to imagine that I could make a movie/show out of this and get Sam Rockwell to play growed-up Chaill. ;p It's mostly for me, but I figured I would make it public in case people are interested in it. This post is probably going to grow as I keep writing...

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Oct. 13th, 2011


(no subject)

I gave 4 damn dollars to some crazy homeless bitch and then she gave my friend shit for being Chinese. WTF.

Sep. 23rd, 2011

bugger that

EGL sales comm is down right now, and...

I will say that ever since the egl sales comm went down it has been at least 1,000% easier to actually keep up with my friends list. I'm seeing really beautiful coords on daily_lolita, reading awesome stories/vignettes on runaway_tales, and otherwise interacting with lj on a level I did not previously. I am actually considering unfollowing the sales comm when it comes back. Or maybe toggling it on when I'm looking for something in specific.

Anyway, that's really all I have to say about that, just a random thought.

Sep. 19th, 2011


A poem for you...

I wrote this today because apparently I'm at the "poetry is falling out of me" stage of depression. Enjoy. Or not. Whatever. I'm not going to say it's good, but it exists now, and it didn't this morning.


Who are we? –––The fungal few,
Those of us
Who press our mouths into the earth
And drink deeply of its dying.

Spotted, like a mushroom cap.
But Death is still Death,
Even in a pretty hat.

The few that came, and stayed.
What stay we for, then?
We that came,
And saw,
And stretched ourselves into the soil below,
Trying to touch something living.

Ours is not the morning
Or the day.
Ours is creeping evening,
Stars awash in inky sludge,
And decay.

Sep. 14th, 2011


WTF Bodyline?

So this new OP from Bodyline:

That print? Amazing. 100% pure love. I actually might even like it a liiiiiiiittle bit more than I like the real Chess Chocolate (okay, that's not true, I just like that it's $91 instead of the like $400+ CC is going for on the sales comm right now), but WTF is up with that bodice? I like a little military detailing, but that just looks like a cheapo marching band uniform I could buy at Flossie McGrew's for like $20. I really wish that BL would put out a JSK of this print. And just, like, a nice, somewhat normal JSK. When BL tries to do less traditional looks (like this) it pretty much always ends in disaster.

But God, this print. I'm half tempted to buy it and cut it up and make a skirt out of it, but if I wanted to spend $100 on a skirt I would just get a real brand piece instead of a knockoff.

Sep. 10th, 2011


This has nothing to do with my story.

So, I have one thing to say...

Sep. 1st, 2011


It is official

The awesome peeps over at westerosorting put me in Greyjoy of Pyke. So now I'm officially a kraken. Pretty sweet, right?

Aug. 30th, 2011


The Rookery

We followed the knights along the narrow trail winding through the red and yellow wood. Although they were clad from head to toe in heavy copper plate armor, they moved almost silently, and with unspeakable grace. Their silence instilled in me a quiet that went only as deep as my voice. Inside, I asked millions of questions back to back, as though Aiver or Octavian might hear my thoughts and answer.

Gradually, as the forest began to thin, I saw a needle of red jutting into the mercury-colored sky. In only moments, the needle became a thin rod, and, as we finally drew close enough, a tower. It had no windows, and was the color of fresh blood. As we left the wood, an unkindness of ravens spilled from the tower’s top, spreading across the sky like a malignant black cloud before they dispersed altogether.

The knights did not slow, and as we came to a gate wrought of the same glowing copper as their armor, it swung open. Then we were in the courtyard.

Everything was yellow and red, and the ground was carpeted with the leaves from now stark and grasping trees. As we continued, gates continued to open before the knights, and slamming shut alarmingly as soon as Aiver, Octavian and myself had crossed their thresholds. Still, no one spoke. The silence was palpable, hanging over us like a shroud. When we finally reached a portico lined by huge translucent ruby pillars, the knight guarding the tower’s entrance spoke, and it startled me.

“Lady Bloodrose is awaiting you in the Rookery,” said the knight. Whether our escorts had heard this or not, they did not slow their pace, leading we three into the tower.

The Rookery turned out to the space at the top of the tower where I had seen the exodus of ravens. That translated to hundreds of stairs, possibly thousands, that we slogged up behind the copper knights. I climbed until I felt like I would die, and kept climbing until finally we moved off the long and winding staircase and into a wide foyer. The ceiling culminated in a dome that cast jagged patches of colored light across the black and white checkered floor. The biggest door I had ever seen stood slightly ajar, revealing a slit of cold shadow beyond. The knights moved toward it, and just like the gates outside, it swung open to reveal a room made darker by dust. In the center sat a red and gold throne of some sort, upon which sat a woman.

She was pretty enough, with round, rosy cheeks and softly curling brown hair. She sat in the throne with rehearsed ease. She was dressed from head to toe in a flowing gown of russet colored velvet, stretched taut over her visibly pregnant belly. Her long red fingernails tapped on the arm of her throne as we came in.

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