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Here is a creation mythos I just wrote:

The sisters were all born in the cosmic forges to two loving parents- the Sky and the Earth. Vechera was ever calm and reflective, taking to her books at a young age and not wanting to be disturbed from her studies. Utrena was kind, always doting upon her sisters and making sure that everyone was tended to. Aurora was brave, always defending the helpless when they were burdened and making sure her family was safe. Polunocha was observant, always watching the world around them and tackling any hard problem head on. Their family was very happy for a while.

However as even the gods are flawed, their flaws got the better of them. Utrena became sanctimonious, preaching to all and lording her healing over everybody. She treated every act of kindness as a debt that must be repaid. Aurora’s bravery turned to tyranny as she used her superior strength to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. Vechera lost all sense of what was right and wrong in the pursuit of knowledge. She made deals with demons and sold whatever of her mind that she could to gain as much knowledge as possible. Polunocha watched quietly as her sisters lost themselves, unable to stop them and unable to intercede. They all ruled the world together.

Naturally the Sky and the Earth were quite upset at seeing their daughters run rampant. They declared “If you shall not treat others with justice then you shall see each other no more. ” With that they rent the sisters from this plane, tossing them to the four corners of the sky.

Polunocha, seeing her family become corrupted and taken from her, fell into a deep depression. No force in the world could stop her rage as she tore the world asunder, mourning for the loss of her sisters. Great canyons were wound in the world as her screams echoed through the land. No sister took it well, but Vechera burying herself in her books deeply and Aurora running through training exercises obsessively were not nearly as devastating.

Utrena wept many tears for her sister, filling the canyons with great rivers of tears. She wanted to help her sisters as they were in pain, for their pain echoed in her heart as well, but they were trapped behind walls they could not bend. “Please Sky, Earth! We have learned our lessons! Have mercy upon us and have mercy on the mortals below! We were children who did not know any better and they do not deserve to die for our mistakes!”

Seeing the deaths and the pain on the populace as well as the tears in their daughter’s face, Sky and Earth were mollified. “We shall allow you to see each other, but only in balance. Your paths may cross, but you may not stay there. However we only grant you this mercy if you do not hurt the poor, kindly people who live below.”

The sisters each agreed in their turn. Utrena ran to Polunocha and embraced her. Below them the light of Utrena was masked by her sister’s hug. “Promise me you’ll never do that again!” Utrena beseeched her sister.

“As long as I can see your light, they shall not know my rage.” Polunocha promised.
To this day Sky and Earth have kept up their bargains and you can see the sisters dance their way across the sky. The dawn and dusk meet briefly before retreating. The sun and moon dance in their own planes, only to cross rarely. But what is time to a goddess?
Hello, hello friends. It has been quite some time. Let me get you up to speed on my life and the pile of chaos that it is.

So around December my laptop broke. Given my finances what they are, it took abut a month for me to gather the funds to get another computer. Hence me swearing to be back and then summarily disappearing off of the face of the internet. Life is chaos alas.

I used to work a summer job but they had me working 12 hour days. I found I was better off working shitty jobs than making a menial wage only for the summer. I have never before felt as much like a Rent character before when I left. The line that kept repeating in my head was "I need to finish my own script! I quit!" from "What You Own".

Which brings me to point three. I have been accepted for publication. I will be published for the first time in September. It is in an anthology, so it is not ideal, but it is still my first time getting published for my stories so it is a huge step forward. It gives me a base from which I can petition publishers and agents with my full novel later on with. It is a dark version of Sleeping Beauty that I am super psyched about. I am sure I will ramble to you all about it later in its own post after I catch up with your lovely lives.

I truly miss all of you and will be working my way through your journeys. Now that I have left 12 hours a day job I will actually be able to do that. That is a great burden off of my shoulders even as I begin the summer stress about money. It seems to be the eternal struggle of money vs art that I wish did not exist and seems utterly cliche and yet still does exist.

So anyway how are you guys?

Sir Not Appearing In This Film

I have just been so tired lately. I can barely focus on doing things. Update coming soon when I am not zombified.


Hello there. Still here. Still lurking. I have no internet at my home, haven't for a month or two, I will have internet as of next month. I will comment and give y'all more of an update then. Here is a clip of my life:

There are so many crickets in the house. I have killed over seventy of them with my frying pan. They have been my sole companions in this house for close to a month other than the music I play. It’s strange how the human desire to packbond works. Though I hate them and even feel anger by their presence here I also find them strangely endearing at times. They look kind of cute. One of them was just crawling across the floor and got so scared when I stood up that it flipped itself on its back several times before scuttling under a cabinet. I feel bad for them. I see them, hiding and running in fear from me every time they are crushed. I try to be merciful but there are times that I only get half of their body with the frying pan and they struggle with their tiny antennae and legs to try and hide from me and death.

There’s that. Then I am kept awake by their screams. They get loudest at 3-4 am when all the world around the house sounds like one giant scream without end. It is nightmarish on some days.

I can’t blame them for being afraid –as much as a cricket can feel fear. I am trying to kill them for if I don’t then they will lay eggs and there will be a sea of them. They are just running for their lives, hiding wherever they can. They are calling desperately out to each other and then when they make the bold move to try and find their friends and mates they get crushed in no-man’s land. One cry silenced, one cry unanswered. More are lost every day.

It makes me hope that aliens are more benevolent than us or at least that they have some plastic jars to carry us outside to where we won’t bother them and where we won’t have to die. After all, we too would be so small and scared – crying out to each other in the wake of foreign giants towering over us. Scrabbling with little legs as we tried to escape death.

"Look so pretty, but you're gone so soon"

So full confession internet. I am not a smart person, I am just really good at pretending. I say so many deep symbolic things, but the reason I say those smart things is because I like really dumb things.

Take for example the majestic cherry blossom. It is a beautiful flower, short lived but renowned for its beauty. They are special flowers because they are so vibrant and yet only last but two weeks before they fall down in a snow of flower petals. Even their death is beautiful as they float down, but the poignant thing is that their beauty is fleeting. It is destined to only last a short while no matter how much you cling to it, much like like.

You know the reason I know this?

I fucking listen to Fallout Boy and heard the song “Legends” and suddenly understood in a bolt of brilliant white understanding. Not the hundreds of years of literature or looking at fantastic paintings or being into Japanese culture for ten years. Fucking Fallout Boy.
1. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?
Rurouni Kenshin, ages ago when I was heavy into anime. I think it was just a sword fight, but man did I think it was cool.

2. Is there anything you regret writing?
Not really. Nothing has been eyeburningly bad and it has helped me grow as a writer.

3. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.
I really like "Like Madness" which is a Loki/Tony ,and Tony/Pepper fic. There is a porn aspect to it, but I also delve into PTSD and the trauma bonding of two broken souls.

4. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?
I'm pretty happy with what I have put out so far. It's not my best writing, but it does what it needs to

5. What’s your most popular fanfic?
Their Secret, which is a Steve/Bucky bit of porn I wrote as a gift for someone ages ago. Over 2000 people have read it.

6. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?
I just kind of blank and usually come up with something generic enough to work.

7. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?
Titles. I am the worst at naming things.

8. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?
Honestly, I'd be honored no matter what they picked

9. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?
Typically not for fanfic. I edit my own things and hope for the best. I never thought I was important enough for a beta reader.

10. What inspires you to write?
Books, movies, songs.

11. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?
That my characters felt real.

12. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of
music does it for you?
It depends on the scene. I write what suits the scene.



Hey there.

I hope you new year is kinder to you than last year. I hope life gets better and that you can be strong enough to weather all of the little ills that will pop up. I hope you find a lot of things to be excited about and that you learn a lot. I hope you share some of that knowledge with me, because we are friends. I hope that the family or tribe that has your back is the one that you listen to, rather than letting all the little demons have their way. (It's okay if the demons win some times. I've got plenty of swords and words for them.) I hope you read some fascinating things. I hope you create something lovely. I hope we can continue to grow in a way that isn't bitter and twisted.

So here I am, full of hope, and hoping for the best. It's really all I can do right now.

Something wicked this way comes

1) When you die, what do you want done with your remains? I would like what can be used of my body used to help people. Bones, skin, eyes, whatever you can use to save people go do it. The remainder burn and scatter the ashes somewhere interesting. I honestly don't care. If my body cannot be used to save people, donate it to forensic science.
2) What is the weirdest thing you own? The list is far too long. Just next to my desk I have a deer skull, a hawk talon, and a strange root that was given to me three times before I accepted it and took it home. I collect strange things (though I suppose that depends on your definition of strange. I am assuming it means macabre.)
3) Have you ever played with a Ouija Board? No. Don't need to.
4) Do you believe in ghosts? Yep.
5) Have you ever had an encounter with things that go ‘bump in the night’? Too many to count. Not all are monsters.
6) Do you have a Deja Vu story? Just last week I ran through a staircase I swore I had before with my friends even though I know I hadn't.
7) Do you still trick-or-treat? Naw.
8) Have you ever had a black cat cross you, and have a streak of bad luck afterwards? No. I love their stupid little faces.
9) Least favorite thing about Halloween? The infantilization of it and the assumption that it is for children.
10) Favorite Serial Killer? Gotta go with Jack the Ripper for a classic.
11) Favorite thing to do in a Graveyard? Collecting their names and trying to figure out their stories.
12) Favorite Halloween Movie? Trick 'R Treat.
13) Favorite Ghost Story? I don't have one favorite, but the girl with the ribbon tied around her neck is a favorite from childhood.
14) Have you ever contacted a loved one from beyond the grave? Nah.
15) Your biggest fear? Paralysis
16) Favorite Pumpkin flavored food? Pumpkin cake.
17) Candy corn or Popcorn Balls? Candy corn. I really like it and popcorn balls taste too sweet.
18) Trick, or Treat? Treat.
19) Best halloween you ever had? Working a haunted house and terrifying people.
20) Do you go to Corn Mazes? I have.
21) Haunted Houses? I like working them more than going to them, generally, but I have gone to them.
22) Do you own any human remains that aren't your own? That's classified.
23) Have you ever smashed a pumpkin? Yeah. What else would you do with a bad one?
24) Do you like Apple Cider? Yes
25) Do you live near any ‘spooky’ places? There's spooky places everywhere you look
26) Do you ever get goosebumps? Doesn't everybody? I mean the cold does exist.
27) Have you ever seen a dead body apart from a funeral? Yes. Many times.
28) Have you ever broken into an abandoned house or building? Yep.
29) Do you believe in Vampires? (not sparkly ones, kids) Yep.
30) Your scariest memory? Being trapped with a screaming psychopath who is making death threats towards me and he just threw my keys into the woods to my car. There was a serious moment where I needed to contemplate if I needed to kill him to get away.
31) Ever heard white noise from a turned off tv or radio? Yeah. I hear the hum of electronics often. They scream something awful.
32) Weirdest Coincidence? Very few things I think are ever really conicidental.
33) Have you ever bobbed for apples? Yup!
34) Ever had your fortune told? Yeah. Plus I can tell my own.
35) Favorite skin disease? Leprosy.
36) Do you see figures in your Peripheral vision? Yeah, sometimes.
37) Have you ever seen someone die? Yep. Many times. (I studied forensics)
38) Have you ever caught something large on fire? Yep. Pallets.
39) Favorite ‘fictional’ bad guy or monster that you wish was real? Frankenstein's monster wouldn't be too bad. Generally I think monsters are not good in real life, but he might find acceptance in our modern age.
40) Do you believe in multiple dimensions or worlds? Sure do.
41) Ever held a Seance? Yep.
42) Ever made a potion of any sort? Define potion? I mean I have made herbal remedies.
43) Ever worn ‘funeral attire’ outside of a funeral? Ah, if you mean all black then yes.
44) Have you ever made a blood pact? Nope. Nothing that important yet.
45) Have you ever worked a spell? Yep.
46) Do you believe in curses? Yep.
47) Ever had an animal or pet see something that you cant? Yep.
48) Have you ever gotten lost in the woods at night. Yep.
49) Have you ever caught a photo of a ghost? Nope.
50) Have you ever played Bloody Mary? Naw. I tend to not tempt the fates.

Aug. 26th, 2017

Dear Penny Dreadful author,

I know you want your OTP to work out. Cool, that's part of why you read these things. But you don't need to make Victor Frankenstein into a sexual pervert who will try to rape Vanessa just to send her into the arms of Ethan. Victor is not the type to do that, also he still is really hung up on the only woman he ever loved- Lily. In addition Vanessa already had feeling for Ethan- you don't need to justify them getting together by her weeping into the arms of some big strong man because something terrible happened.

I love Vanessa and Ethan together. I also love Victor. You don't need to demonize one to make the other great.

-An irritated fan.

Aug. 4th, 2017

"However while these influences form the roots of the tree that is the religion within Middle-Earth, the tree itself is far more vast and beautiful and complex in its design, with branches in each direction away from the ground, obscured by the autumn leaves of critical interpretation that arises during the season of analyzing the novels. "

Whenever I feel bad about my writing, I just have to remember that this is an actual sentence I had to edit. Someone got way too carried away with the metaphor for a whole paragraph.



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