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Emperial Teal Atreides-Piett
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[10 Jan 2009|09:41am] |
This is written from Merroth's perspective primarily, and he had not yet met Greyhaven before, whom he labels as "not-Black."
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Merroth was vaguely well-behaved that day because he really, really wanted to go to his tutoring session, even if there were no maths and he did nothing but sit there for an hour. It was the familiarity of the experience.
Back when he had first gone to tutoring regularly, things in his life had been as close to perfect as he had ever known, and he could almost pretend that was still the case when he was at tutoring. There was the idea, vague and half-formed though it was, that when he left tutoring he might walk back out into a world when he had possessed maths and lived with Edward John and Nerys and known Black only as an occasional chaperone. Back before he had walked in on Edward John and Nerys and before Black had taken him away from the island. He still hated Edward John, but in his mind, the Edward John who had beaten him and the one who had taken him to tutoring were almost different people. He missed the old Edward John, almost as much as he missed Nerys, who had loved him just as hardly and roughly as he loved her.
( Read more... )
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[03 Jan 2009|06:22pm] |
(Note: I am going to hell for using Google Translate, but oh well.)
As usual, Harry was missing the point. It was not why it was done, it was the way he did it. I told him so and he just shook his head in that "Ylaine knows so much and yet she knows nothing" way and I wanted to kick him. Hard. "I know what you're doing," I told Harry, "and it's going to stop."
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| RL Cabbage Patch prices |
[08 Dec 2008|04:47pm] |
Semi-Random: $200
(feel free to pick from one of the random concepts I've been working on already, or toss a general idea at me)
Cosplay: $200
Full Custom: $250
(the works!)
Semicustom Fraternal twins special: $400
You can PM me on Gaia (romesilk) if you want a slot. :3
For the fraternal twins special, you pick the theme and genders, I work out the details. You can make a few design requests, like specific physical traits you'd like, clothing style, or hairstyles. I'll expand on the theme you give me to come up with two designs based on it, along with whatever design requests you'd like to make. They will not be full customs. Just mostly custom. :)
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| The Art of Speaking |
[28 Jul 2008|04:33am] |
On one of her better days, when she could sit up and stay awake for long periods, Sylvia read to Grigorii, and it was like someone had turned on a light in his head. When Sylvia spoke, she did not merely recite sounds from a page, but instilled them with feeling and meaning, the way a good reader should. Listening to her was more akin to experiencing the story than when Grigorii recited passages.
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| In the Library with the Feather Duster |
[26 Jul 2008|05:13pm] |
In waist coat and suspenders, Daub pulled books from the highest of the shelves and handed them to Laceana, who gave the covers and pages a brief dusting before handing them back. They were an effective team for the moment, Daub's height compensating for Laceana's lack of, Laceana acting as sounding board for Daub's thoughts. "It would have been entirely masturbatory, dating her," he was saying, telling Laceana of his first date. "She was too much like me." He paused, Pride and Prejudice in hand. "But not as good a conversationalist."
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| In the heart of the enemy |
[24 Jul 2008|09:14pm] |
Kazu felt that now would be the time for him to move forward. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he reached out and placed an arm around her shoulders. He did not bother to say anything. There was nothing he could possible tell her that would change this situation or the way she felt at the moment. He merely slipped his arms around her, enveloping both her and the corpse she clutched. She cried but a minute. There wasn't time for more grief than that. Enemy soldiers would be there soon.
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| Agrippina Arrives |
[12 Jul 2008|09:56pm] |
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Will knew immediately something was wrong. Scattered on the floor were the remains of a potted plant. Will stared, calculating, trying to decide if he had just walked into a crime scene or if he had somehow disturbed the vase without realizing it on his way out the door that morning. Mindful of either possibility, he stepped around the debris and found that the rooms on either side of the entry had also been disturbed. The chairs were out of place around the dining room table, the standing lamp in the sitting room had been knocked over, and the ticking of the sitting room clock had been halted. Will craned his neck around the corner just to be sure and found the clock laying on the floor, in pieces.
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| Secretary |
[30 Jun 2008|01:57am] |
Ed came zipping out of his office, mentally multitasking on his way to his meeting. He dropped a file on my desk, saying, "Eileen, if you could post a copy of this to HR, thanks," and whizzed on by, inserting his cuff links.
"I beg your pardon?" I replied, stopping Ed in his tracks. He stared at me like I was crazy.
"Send that. To HR."
He was missing the point. "You called me Eileen."
There were a lot of things that could make Ed Autry lose his stride, but few that could so thoroughly shake him. For the briefest moment there was a look of sheer panic in his eyes. He quickly covered it up with fluster, then covered both expressions with a flourish of arrogance. "No I didn't," he scoffed. "You misheard me."
"I did not."
"Whatever, I don't have time--"
I stood and walked around my desk. Ed was rooted in place, not sure what I was doing or whether he should attempt to flee from it. He was more scared I would tell someone about his slip-up, I think, or continue to argue with him about it.
I did neither. I reached up and fixed his collar, tucking the blue of his shirt back into the linen of his jacket. I licked my finger and stood on my toes to flatten a potential cowlick. I peered closely for signs of dirt or grime on his face or loose hairs on his jacket. Satisfied, I settled back onto my heels. "I'll get that document to HR for you." I turned and went back to my desk.
"Ylaine--" He had not experienced such a moment with a woman in a long time, I believe, perhaps afraid that in some way he might find his sister in the women around him and mourn her absence even more. I did not encourage him with a smile or eyes soft with compassion. I practically glared back at him as I smoothed my skirt and sat in my chair.
"Did you need something else, sir?" I asked him.
Ed smiled. "No. See you later." Then he was out the door. I suspect he discovered that there was nothing wrong in finding pieces of his sister in other people. Doing so would not diminish her memory. It would keep her alive.
Things changed from that day forward. I became something more than an employee. Not quite a friend, but more than I had been before. For the first time, Ed respected me for more than my competency as a secretary. He respected me as a person. I would come to remember many things about my first job that were important to me, but none more so than the moment I transcended my job definition.
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| Breakfast with Harry |
[29 Jun 2008|10:53pm] |
I did not know the function of the alarm clock, not practically, so when I awoke it was late and to the sound of Sam's knocking. "Ylaine?"
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| Ylaine and Miguel in the Kitchen (With the Gazpacho) |
[29 Jun 2008|10:47pm] |
I might not have been interested in meeting "fantastic cook" Miguel, but I did meet him the next day. Sam was gone to work and I decided that it was pointless to spend the day in my room again, so I ventured down to the kitchens to see what the refrigerator might hold today. I have never much enjoyed surprises, but I was curious to learn the tastes associated with all the vast foods contained in my mental database. I wished to find out what foods I might like, and if other foods were preferable to casserole and eggs, and how best to maximize my intake of the requisite nutrients and vitamins a body requires for healthy growth.
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| Chinese Production |
[23 Jun 2008|01:47pm] |
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Emma waltzed into the room wearing a velvet pirate costume coat with an imaginary fencing foil in her hand. Around her waist was a white sash, formerly the dining room table's lace runner, and in the sash was a small wooden bat. Boston hastily said, "Hold on a minute," and covered the phone. He looked at Emma.
"'Lo, Boston," she said, lunging at some invisible adversary, then twirling on her toe to avoid the return blow.
"Emma," said Boston warily, and continued watching. "On an adventure?"
"Aye, m'luv. Adventurin' high." It was a poor attempt at a pirate accent.
Boston intently studied the little wooden bat, wondering where it had come from. It didn't look familiar, but perhaps it had gotten snapped off something else, like an expensive antique chair. "What've you got there? In your belt?"
Emma looked down to see what Boston was talking about. "It's a bat. For fighting monsters. I'm a ninja."
Boston blinked, a smile forming on his face as he tried not to laugh. "Oh."
"Lia gave it to me," said Emma earnestly. "It's from a trophy. It's a nice bat."
"It is," agreed Boston.
"'Cept it's hollow. Anyway, have a nice day, dear." She waltzed back out.
Boston uncovered the phone. "What were you saying about Chinese production?"
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| A New Direction |
[20 Jun 2008|01:35am] |
Henceforth, this livejournal will be a story posting place, with lovely tags and things. Forget journaling! I suck at it anyway. Let the storytelling commence!
*ponders posting up NaNoWriMo here* If anyone would like to read it, leave me a comment.
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| NaNoWriMo |
[03 Nov 2007|10:57pm] |
50000 / 50000 words. 100% done!
Excerpts follow in the comments.
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| You can't erase dirt in Photoshop, and you can't clean pixels with Windex. |
[16 Sep 2006|11:59pm] |
Ever have that problem where you're working in a graphics program, like Photoshop, and you try to erase this pixel only you can't find the layer that it's on and after about five minutes of this you realize it's not actually a pixel, but a speck of dust on your monitor?
Conversely, ever try to wipe a dark spot off your screen with your hand only to realize it is in fact a misplaced pixel in your graphics program?
Here's the thing I don't get about bishounen. Fangirls love those pretty boys, yes they do, but they also love to pair them up with other pretty boys. What is the great attraction in fictional men with whom you have absolutely nothing to do? Think about it. ( Read more... )
At some point, I should write out that "I'm in Canada" journal.
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| At the movies |
[15 Sep 2006|11:57pm] |
Whatever it was I was going to type about, let's shove it to next time.
This evening Ken and I went to see Half Nelson, a seriously good film.
But before that. Before that. ( Read more... )
In other film news, tomorrow is the screening of our student films from my program. If you're in Vancouver and have nothing better to do tomorrow at 4:30pm, details are in my dA journal at http://emperial.deviantart.com
I don't really expect a turnout, I actually was intending on showing up to prevent them from screening my film. I still have some minor edits to do. Ach. I'm just too worried. Aaron reassured me somewhat, that's all I really needed, you know? A bit of reassurance. So I am screening the film. Just with trepidation.
Potential next time topics: everything I intended to talk about this time but didn't, and the effects of melatonin on art.
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| Welcome to September 15th |
[14 Sep 2006|12:59pm] |
I feel like it should be April 15th, like this is a personal audit. I admit I'm probably making a Scientology reference because I watched the new episode of Nip/Tuck yesterday. My week just isn't complete until I've seen Christian's ass.
Snerk. Snerkity snerkity snerk.
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I'll also try to get back in the habit of keeping updated here on my art. In that spirit,
Ivan the Terrible
Rammy
Lady Admiral
I've come to the recent realization that the eyes are important to me. They've always been important, but just this past week I've decided how. It's because my characters are looking at me, and they are saying something about themselves and saying something to me in the process. Take Ivan. Ivan is telling me "I'm trying to look angry to hide my pain." It's probably not what he's saying to you. To you he probably looks more "I'm angry and I'm going to kick butt." But you don't know Ivan, and I do, and he's looking at me. And the message isn't anywhere else in his face, just in his eyes, so I understand if you didn't see it.
And Rammy. Rammy is saying "I am completely, totally, pathetically in love with you."
The Lady Admiral is the exception because she isn't looking directly at the viewer. She's saying she's too good to look at you or me or anyone, and she's looking down her nose at all of us all the same. So I think I'll just stick with Ivan and Rammy.
Maybe next time I'll talk about men who are men, and how I keep trying to erase specks of dirt on my screen in Photoshop, and my work music.
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| Good eyes |
[26 Nov 2005|07:11am] |
So here I was watching an episode of BlackAdder from the first season which I hadn't seen before (they're always showing the third season on BBC or summat, never the first) and suddenly this Mad Gerald character pops up and I immediately go-- "WAITASEC. ONE MINUTE. THOSE EYES. THAT VOICE! RIK MAYALL!"
I SO LOVE RIK MAYALL! <3 <3
This is just like the time I was watching an episode of the Young Ones and I went -- "WAITASEC! THOSE EYES! THAT FACE! HUGH LAURIE!!!"
I SO LOVE HUGH LAURIE! <3 <3
I SO LOVE BRITISH COMEDY!
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