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| Thursday, July 9th, 2009 | | 6:29 pm |
| | Monday, February 16th, 2009 | | 8:30 pm |
Writer's Block: In a Former Life
In my last life, I was an Army man, and a bit of a bastard, so it was a rattling shock to find out I'd be female in this one. I'm pretty sure that man was a smoker, because I still tend to fidget a lot between my hands and mouth, but cigarettes don't appeal to who I am now (unless they are made of candy). To this day, I have retained the ability to peel potatoes at incredible speeds. One of my earliest lives was as a physician in Babylon (or someplace like it)--I only know this on account of a particularly vivid dream. At some point I had a spear blade stuck in my left shoulder. I don't remember anything consciously about my past lives, but that Army life has left a strong sort of 'aftertaste' that lasted quite a long time into this one. Current Mood:  pensive | | Sunday, December 21st, 2008 | | 10:58 pm |
Attn: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lainiekins Reddel is already trying to invent weird relics: a common plastic watergun, transformed into a flamethrower; a metal cylinder that will perfectly toast a marshmallow (or anything else) passed through it; a welding gauntlet with a rod feed attached right to the index finger, and more difficult, less plausible things. Luckily he doesn't dare try to make a relic out of anything that isn't metal--he doesn't think it would withstand the heat. Additional: "Bum. James Bum." X3 Current Mood:  accomplished | | Monday, November 10th, 2008 | | 11:42 pm |
RIP
I can tell rackhamrose is dead, because we have an insanely charismatic, Democratic president-elect, and she has not even bothered to acknowledge the election since June. Oh well. Current Mood:  blah | | Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 | | 3:38 pm |
| | Monday, September 22nd, 2008 | | 11:06 pm |
WWJGD?
MOHINDER SURESH GONNA TURN INTO MOHINDERFLY. o__o Current Mood:  anxious | | Monday, June 9th, 2008 | | 9:09 pm |
| | Thursday, May 29th, 2008 | | 12:53 pm |
| | Sunday, December 9th, 2007 | | 10:02 pm |
| | Tuesday, April 17th, 2007 | | 4:00 pm |
| | Tuesday, February 21st, 2006 | | 4:30 am |
| | Tuesday, January 31st, 2006 | | 10:57 pm |
| | Tuesday, January 17th, 2006 | | 9:55 pm |
| | Monday, January 9th, 2006 | | 4:36 pm |
ever so classy
Pareo: Is it true that silk actually comes from worms? Falon: Absolutely. And don't even get me started on honey.... Pareo: Oh, I already know all about honey-- Falon: What, that it's bee barf? Pareo: Oh, worse than that. It ends as bee barf, but it starts as flower jizz! Falon: *laughs too hard to walk straight* Falon: You horrible man! I'll never see hummingbirds the same way again. Current Mood:  amused | | Friday, December 16th, 2005 | | 6:02 pm |
| | Sunday, August 28th, 2005 | | 12:04 am |
The Adoption (Ravenblack)
Whatever had drawn her attention to the city streets below, it had alarmed Ravenblack's seasoned vampire hunters enough to flee like frightened children, which in her estimation made it definitely worth investigating. Once the live ones had passed, she descended to the cobblestones (not being one to address the nuisances herself) and began following the trail of hunters who had fallen dead of their wounds as they fled. It was long enough to whet her interest and sharpen the gleam in her eye--was there an elder in the city that she had not yet met?
The trail of fallen vampire hunters led to a small, fenced yard outside of a warehouse. The night air was sharp with blood, the fence was fairly painted with it, and arrows seemed to stick out of everything at random. A fair amount of vampire hunters, she noted with amusement and admiration, appeared to have fallen under the weapons of their comrades. It was a cunning and commendable accomplishment for any vampire less than an elder, in her eyes (and the elders, well, they should know better than to deal with hunters in the first place).
The origin of the massacre she found in the warehouse itself, with the bodies of two hunters across her legs. The youngling's chest was fairly feathered with fletched shafts, her teeth and glazed eyes bared in desperation at the rafters. She had been perhaps seventeen when she was turned, and still wore a skirt and vest of what might have been a school uniform, over a shirt ragged and sodden with blood from the fight.
After moving aside the remains of the humans, the elder pulled the youngling's head and shoulders into her lap and began patiently removing arrows. She had fought magnificently, but against the overwhelming numbers of hunters she had simply lost too much blood, and was now deep in torpor. Her hair, as long and dark as a winter's night, streamed in a black river over the elder's lap and across the floor. It was still too straight and smooth to have been mussed even by a fight to the death. With the arrows removed, the elder examined the fledgling a little more closely--she recognized the bloodline, she could swear it.... Yes, this girl had been Vedebel's childer. Well, he had had his chance with her.
With the edge of a metal arrowhead, the elder opened one of her wrist veins and patiently let her blood drip into the the fallen vampire's gaping mouth. When the fledgling began to show glimmers of leftover life (or un-life) she pressed it closer, let the girl close her lips on it. The elder pried her wrist away when she felt the youngling properly primed, and lifted the still-weak youngling from her lap to her shoulder, and let her face fall against the master vampire's neck.
"There you are, my dear, take what you need," she murmured, and a moment later felt young fangs pierce her throat. The youngling's thirst was fierce enough to make her shudder as she fed, even though her body was already fully vampiric. "That's it, don't hold back. You can't hurt me," the elder assured her, whether or not her new childer was listening as she pulled great draughts of blood from the jugular. Her old sire was not half so strong as her new, and with the tutelage of her siblings.... Her new sire smiled a dark little smile at the thought of her new potential.
Gradually, the wounded youngling's need for blood began to abate, perhaps sooner than it might have for ordinary mortal blood. When finally she unlocked her mouth from her new sire's neck, the two simply sat in the darkened warehouse with their arms locked around each other. The reborn vampire panted noisily.
"That was quite a fight you had," her new sire remarked. Brutal modesty turned the fledgling's face downward.
"I lost," she admitted plainly, still shaken by her brief period in torpor.
"You won't lose again, Winternight," the elder answered. "Would you like to meet your siblings?"
Winternight's face came up again quickly, and much brighter. "Meet.. my siblings?" Current Mood:  deviousCurrent Music: Matrix Soundtrack - Clubbed to Death (Kuryamino mix) | | Friday, July 22nd, 2005 | | 6:38 pm |
notice
Allrighty. They didn't have a Renfield at AdultFanFiction.net, so I have filled in the vacancy. One of my old Slayers smutfics is up so far, the others are coming, and eventually, someday, when they're finished, my original works will go up there, too. Straight males and those uninterested in my libido may disregard this notice. ^^; Current Mood: thoughtful | | Monday, March 7th, 2005 | | 3:20 pm |
returning to Ravenblack
It was the coalescing mist of a Displacement spell at the end of the block which caught her attention at first. The vampire deposited by the spell slumped bonelessly to the alley pavement; the victim of a sudden skirmish, no doubt. The artificial light of the city gleamed briefly across blond hair, and for a moment she thought she almost recognized him. But who did she know that still fought so rashly? Casually, she turned the victim on his back. He was a mess, as badly wounded as if the Immolators had just finished with him. And just when she'd thought the city and its denizens could no longer surprise her, the shock of confirmation actually restarted her heart for a few beats. "S--Steerpike?"
He came to in a hotel bed, and bandaged to the waist.. again. His sire sat patiently at the bedside, just like last time, sitting on the luggage stand instead of in the clumsy upholstered hotel chair. Her face was expressionless, but he was accustomed to that. "I'm .. really getting tired of being shot and burned," he sighed. "What's happening, have I lost my edge? Am I not spending enough time at the pubs? Is someone spreading rumors?" His sire shushed him. "Tell me what happened," she began. "Did you finish your quest?" "Yes--" "Good. I want you to use your new power to heal yourself; it will go much faster now." She leaned forward very slightly, and something about her eyes hardened. "Who attacked you?" Steerpike took a breath against the bandages. "It was--s--shadowchild," he said. "I.. I bit him, on the last day of my quest, and he seemed to think it was fair to douse me with holy water in retaliation." A habitual wry half-smile passed over his features. "Then he turned a Displacement scroll on me, I think." Her eyes narrowed, her gaze unfocused, and he realized she was using the Sight to scry out his assailant. From her demeanor each time he saw her use it, he had decided he never, ever wanted to feel another vampire using the Sight on him. He couldn't imagine the function of that power without getting goosebumps. Her mouth curled faintly into a small, dark smile. "Weak fool," she muttered, mostly to herself. "He can't guess what he's just stepped in." "He also mistook me for a woman," Steerpike added faintly. His sire stared at him, and actually broke into laughter for a few moments. A warm sense of gratification bloomed from the center of his chest, up his shoulders and down his arms, and he felt himself begin to relax in the starchy hotel bed. Ahh, I've missed this. I need to go back to the pubs. Current Mood:  predatory | | Sunday, February 20th, 2005 | | 10:52 pm |
| | Friday, September 17th, 2004 | | 7:43 pm |
fresh from Century 21 Cinema
Sky Captain was well worth $6.50 (despite Gwyneth Paltrow). I wish the Merc would hire people who like movies to review them. >___< Also, I just knew Lisako would squee herself the moment she saw the Lemony Snicket trailer. Now I'll really have to get my hands on the books (argh, wish me luck). Current Mood:  hungry |
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