Al(tern)atives: Banquon exploits by who-the-moon-is, literature
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Al(tern)atives: Banquon exploits
The child had somehow managed to get himself turned into a wolf. The night before had been a long one and, while Tern had insisted at the time that Murk needed the sleep, Tern had been the one curling up at the base of trees. Sometimes, when situations were frustrating, Murk could count how many ways the child could get himself killed if they were in Oppal. He stopped when it reached the mid-forties and started correcting Tern’s behavior. But last night… walking while weary was often a bad move. Leading a child while weary was a fatal one, as the child, or your compromised leadership, could get you both killed. So, trees. He smelled the Ba...
Fire can destroy everything regardless of screams, cries, and the best of efforts. After the wedding, Bridget went back to her bar and lit a match.Settled into the foothills on the outskirts of Nimbus, the Clementine was a small local pub with hours as changeable as its owner’s mood. She had closed it tonight for the wedding. There were a few part-timers who could have had it open but it seemed right to close it tonight. She and the groom had had a history here and she hadn’t wanted anyone around if she had to come back.Her gaze fell over the wooden countertops lined with deep cracks, the clean but elderly wooden stools, tables, and booth...
The Storm on the Way Home pt. 2 by who-the-moon-is, literature
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The Storm on the Way Home pt. 2
It was a blink; an instant and complete transference of location. One moment they were in the pre-dawn haze, standing in a granite-strewn and bloodied field outside the city, then they were at the base of the inn stairs, Con dripping blood on the mopped wooden floor, and the bartender staring at them from inside his domain, so shocked he had stopped wiping down a mug. It didn’t help matters that Elysander was now as bad off as Con. Irene had to first guide the half-conscious philosopher up the stairs and lean him against the balcony railing so she could go back down and lead Elysander up. The half-elf protested heartily but used he...
The Storm on the Way Home pt. 1 by who-the-moon-is, literature
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The Storm on the Way Home pt. 1
Elves were untrustworthy skinflints who would trade with anyone, from humans to greystars, in anything of worth and would magick your attention away if they thought you disapproved of them doing so. So when Irene saw Elysander enter the inn’s common room—her common room, where she spent most every night since arriving half a year ago, she bided her time making contact. No sense jumping up and down, waving her arms. She wasn’t even sure she was happy to see him. The half-elf set his eternally full cask of Vinlandian wine down on a corner table, making it wobble dangerously. Then, tossing his cloak over it, he signaled fo...
Fire can destroy everything regardless of screams, cries, and the best of efforts. After the wedding, Bridget went back to her bar and lit a match.Settled into the foothills on the outskirts of Nimbus, the Clementine was a small local pub with hours as changeable as its owner’s mood. She had closed it tonight for the wedding. There were a few part-timers who could have had it open but it seemed right to close it tonight. She and the groom had had a history here and she hadn’t wanted anyone around if she had to come back.Her gaze fell over the wooden countertops lined with deep cracks, the clean but elderly wooden stools, tables, and booth...
The Storm on the Way Home pt. 1 by who-the-moon-is, literature
Literature
The Storm on the Way Home pt. 1
Elves were untrustworthy skinflints who would trade with anyone, from humans to greystars, in anything of worth and would magick your attention away if they thought you disapproved of them doing so. So when Irene saw Elysander enter the inn’s common room—her common room, where she spent most every night since arriving half a year ago, she bided her time making contact. No sense jumping up and down, waving her arms. She wasn’t even sure she was happy to see him. The half-elf set his eternally full cask of Vinlandian wine down on a corner table, making it wobble dangerously. Then, tossing his cloak over it, he signaled fo...
Ravens spun and whirled in front of the cave, their beaks stretched wide with mockery. They could always find dragons that were out of place and they were hardly concealed here. The torrential rain that poured from dense steel-grey clouds had forced the two sand dragons into the back of the cave, the humans following with great complaint. It was difficult to make them understand that in the sands, there was no rain, that rain was death. Briden dug his talons into the cave floor and moved a little further from the cave mouth, listening to his companion quietly explain the facts of life to one of the humans. “Forgive him. Brid...
Disparity. Political word, nonsense word, used to indicate a gap in class, in service, in the level of care people are able to get compared to other people. Disparity is what comes to mind when I see the two teenage girls decked out in black lacey Lolita gear, long silver hair whipping in the wind, ominous black tinges around their hands, smiling at me. Behind them, a fifty-foot Cerberus roars at the world. The world is currently a Montana sky in the dead of summer. Richard always told me ‘just accept that they know what they know’. Like fourteen year old gangsters with a gun, accept that what has happened to them has happened and they end...
Summary: Armin has taken many ideas from books of the world and strategy. But for this one to work, it would take a miracle. Set in Titan-verse.#“Eren.”Eren looked up from making a final check of his 3D maneuver gear before the scouts moved out for the day. Immediately, he was on his feet, standing at attention for his superior.“Levi-heichou.”The corporal had been leading them for the past four days, following their separation from Erwin’s larger group. It was odd to be away from the comrades Eren had been making, but not unfamiliar. More tense by far since it was his first mission with Levi since getting the corporal’s team killed – and h...
I’m the kind of person that takes criticism to heart—not in the way that it shuts me down, but in the way that I use everything it can give me to bring myself to a new level, to become better, to achieve something greater than what I had. And sometimes criticism is hard, especially if you feel it attacks everything you are (your style, voice, whatever), or tries to limit your creativity. But in my eyes even hard criticism is liquid gold because as a creative artist there are very few times that I approve of, appreciate, or respect myself. So a criticism brings down a piece of my supposed style of telling or creative influence?—GOOD. I didn...
Somehow ironically, the room I waited in played “Live and Let Die” faintly to the atmosphere. I wasn’t sure where they took Pleasant when their cavalry of white cars arrived at a bland business-district building quite a distance from where we were. “Hey Jude” came on next. I didn't know if the music was intended to calm things down, but it was a little irritating to wait and have the oldies as a consolation. In any case, the staff, freshly out of their fire hazard suits, donated a pair of black sweats and a thick white T-Shirt to me and cautiously herded me down a few hallways and into a space with reflective walls, two chairs, an overhead...
I try not to set fires, and if anyone knew how hard that was, they would probably appreciate it. But they give me more of a look that says, “Oh, it’s you. Well if you’re here still and so is my shop, you’re welcome to it. A paying customer is a paying customer.” That being said, no one’s really used to me, but I’ve been in the international papers and the news before, so at least there’s an awareness floating around, even if it’s vague. Cities and life are dense and flammable. It’s like anything they own could combust at any second (and they do). And when it all hits the fan and mass burnings occur like they did in London in 1666, the pro...
I've got a Bachelor's in English and I like to sketch. What I like sketching kind of ranges- Some fanart, some book scenes, some original, some realistic, what have you. Click the website link for actual writing. Which also ranges.
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An FYI for anyone interested in the Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan fanfiction I'm writing ("Miracle") -- it's updating on Fanfiction.net : http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9755196/1/Miracle It has all been handwritten out and will be updating as I get it typed. :) Thank you~!
I'm a rather poor journalist so here: 1. For each of the 20 first people answering this journal, I will put their avatar and the three deviations I like most from their gallery on the list.2. If you answer, you have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on the first place. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone!~I was tagged by :iconMHWoodscourt: -- more or less. XDIf I don't get enough people, I'll start adding people that I want to feature anyway so the comment early incentive is high! Maybe! Optimally! Whatever. XD ~:iconwho-the-moon-is:Edit: added :iconYamitheTrixter: and :ic...