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I haven't done one of these in a while so I figured why not, since I wrote a good 1500 words of AU kpop fic omg what even is my life. Anyway...here you go. Squishy Satan & his soon-to-be demon consort.
And then a new opponent stepped into the ring. Unlike the previous fighters, this one was not built for brute strength. This one was lean, tall but not broad, with glowing red eyes Kyungsoo could see from his throne. His hair was the kind of careless that took effort to achieve, mimicking horn where there were not, which piqued Kyungsoo's curiosity. Red-eyed, slender demon, no horns, no visible tail- no, he corrected himself, noting the unusual belt wrapped around the demon's waist: not a belt at all. Intrigued at what looked like like a terrible mismatch, Kyungsoo finally sat up, his own eyes, usually quite normal in appearance, flickering bruise-black in the firelight.

Sunday Six

Jul. 28th, 2013 11:24 pm
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It's longer than six sentences. Deal with it.

Jun closed his eyes and stood near Klaus's bed, focusing on the residue of his electromagnetic signature. He picked it out easily; it registered for him as an elusive and shifting deep red, thinner at some points and then expanding into a bolder line elsewhere. Made sense for a 'porter, Jun though. Here and gone.

Whistling, Jun open his eyes, and left the same stealthy way he'd come in. It didn't matter how much Klaus could teleport away, Jun had his trail now and in all the time he'd worked for the Institute, he'd never once lost a trail. The place was full of the people he'd found. Klaus was not going to be any different.

Sunday Six

Jul. 21st, 2013 09:37 pm
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So I have a LOT of vacation time coming up. Hopefully this will translate to more posts here because I intend to write a lot. For now, have this:
"Well, I know your name, Niklaus," he responded, standing up as well. "Only fair you know mine. I'm Jun and I'm here for you."

It wasn't a why, but it was enough for Klaus. He inhaled, hoping this Jun guy - Korean name, if Klaus wasn't mistaken - had no idea what Klaus was capable of. He moved closer to the wall, as though he were planning to lean casually against it. Instead he flung out one hand, throwing what looked like a handful of black oil at it. it immediately spread, opening into a black portal that Klaus flung himself through.

It sealed instantly behind him.

Sunday Six

Jul. 15th, 2013 09:59 am
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Yet again, a day late. I had a rough Sunday during which I didn't want to write and got off the computer for a while to play a lighthearted video game just to disconnect from the crap going on in the world. So since I didn't write yesterday, I didn't post. But here's something I wrote a month or so ago that was supposed to be for [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu but I didn't finish in time. I may expand on it and write it for Less Than Three or submit it to [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu later on.

Sighing, Klaus rolled away from the wall, facing the rest of his bedroom and realized something immediately: he wasn't alone.

Sitting in the chair at his desk was a young man around his own age, with dark hair shaved into a mohawk, wearing fingerless leather gloves and an amused expression. Klaus sat bolt upright. "Who the hell are you," he demanded, his dark eyes gone wide.

The guy shrugged. "I'm the guy who thought it was going to be a lot harder to find you. Here's a tip: when you're hiding from people, it's pretty stupid to go straight home."
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Here's something I wrote the other day from the POV of one of the supporting characters, a female Lucent tyro. She's a warrior type who believes that strength of body should not be relegated to men.

Bel was the first one awake. It didn't surprise her to see Tessani's tent quiet and still, somehow shrouded in shadows despite the fact that he still slept. Outside the slowly brightening sky cast enough light for her to get dressed, buckling armor on piece by battle-worn piece. Very little of it was still shiny and new; she'd trained again and again in it, breaking it in until the wounded skin and soft places it rubbed were replaced by tougher, calloused skin. The straps and bands were still somewhat uncomfortable by the day's end, and yet, she felt naked without it.

Sunday Six

Jun. 17th, 2013 10:34 am
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On Monday again. I suck. Sorry. I have no excuse; I just didn't feel like posting yesterday.

The sun was draining and so Tessani took his time coaxing shadows cast from its light onto his skin, creating patterns off ready-to-cast magic, almost literally at his fingertips. He stopped when he felt that little tingle in his flesh that told him he was at his limit, that he could bind nothing more to himself without risking ... something. He was never certain what would happen if he pushed past his boundaries, and with no other shadowbinders in the Guild, no one was able to tell him either. He simply never decided to take the chance. He knew his limits would expand once he had a tyro, so there was no need to take the risk now. A little patience and his power would grow without forcing or chancing anything.

Only when he was ready did he don his cloak and leave the inn to travel out to the town gates.

Sunday Six

Jun. 10th, 2013 11:17 am
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A day late again, oops. Anyway this is supposedly for [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu but I don't know if I'll finish with enough time to have betas look it over. I'm a little depressed because of a job situation and I'm not exactly motivated to write so we'll see. At the same time, I need to push through this because if things don't work out, I need to be able to write still. Anyway, here's this thing.
They were still out there. The reporters, the fans, the crowds ... they all wanted to talk to him, to congratulate him, and ask him how he did it. They wanted to tell him he was a hero.

The problem was he hadn't done anything at all. In fact, he was the reason anyone those people needed saving.


EDIT: apparently whining about it jogged something loose in my brain and I figured some things out for Shadowbinder. Back to work then!

Sunday six?

Jun. 2nd, 2013 04:57 pm
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So you get something different today. This isn't Sunday Six really, but I don't normally write poetry, but this sort of smacked me in the face last night. I couldn't sleep until I wrote it, so here it is.
you
seduce me with the written word
with the intensity of your gaze
with the green of your eyes
and the depth of your mind

and i
i'll seduce you too
with the brush of my fingers
the shake of my hips
the kiss of my skin
and the music in my soul

are we ready for each other?
actionreaction: photo of lee gikwang looking to the side. he has eyeliner and two small black teardrops by his eye ([characters] naj)
Yeah I know. I waited too long again. Whatevs~ Anyways, here you go!
Tessani crumpled, his eyes shut, his body limp, and his grip on Naj's hand suddenly slack.

Naj finally moved, crouching over Tessani, ear pressed to his chest. He listened for a heartbeat, and slowly settled back onto his kneeling position when he heard the reassuring thump in Tessani's chest. He was still alive, but barely. His skin was cool to the touch, his heart beating half as slow as it had before the shadows claimed him.

But then Naj noticed something that nearly made his own heart stop: Tessani wasn't breathing.
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One Sunday soon I'll get back into the habit of actually posting these on time. This was not that Sunday.

Tessani pressed his hands against his ears, knowing full well it wouldn’t drown out the insidious whispers. The voices, the shadows, they were in his head, in his skin, everywhere; he couldn’t escape them. Tessani let out a choked sound and swallowed it down immediately. Steeling himself, he gathered his will and fixed the roving shadows in place on his skin, the voices he couldn’t muffle entirely, and every day, they grew just a little louder, but for now he could still ignore them. He still had control of his will, his mind, and his body, and for now, he still had work to do.


Yes. There. That. Stuff.
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Whoops, forgot *again* to pot this yesterday so here it is today, backdated.

Tessani sat, his back hunched, his head in his hands, and the shadows on his arms writhing. They moved freely now, only staying still when he willed them to do so.

If you listened to us, you could have your answers. Everything you want, if you accept what we offer.

Tessani pressed his hands against his ears, knowing full well it wouldn’t drown out the insidious whispers. The voices, the shadows, they were in his head, in his skin, everywhere; he couldn’t escape them.

Sunday Six

May. 6th, 2013 09:11 am
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So I pretty much didn't do much on the computer yesterday and thus didn't get around to posting my Sunday Six Seven. Better late than never! You get seven today because it would have cut off weird otherwise.

At the end of the hallway, there was a door, ordinary and plain from this side. Tessani paused in front of it and listened. He heard voices on the other end, a small collection of them, but it was muffled enough that he couldn't make out a word anyone was saying.

Carefully, he eased the door a crack open and peered at the room beyond.

The first thing he saw was a crest hanging on above the opposite wall. It was the crest of the Sages Guild, the nonmagical guild of intelligence gatherers, historians, academics, and more.

Lord Kadel's bedchambers lead directly to their hall.


Dun dun DUNNNNN! Though really, this probably doesn't mean much to anyone but me at the moment >.>
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I'm trying to catch up on last week's Vikings before tonight's episode. So just going to post this quick and then skedaddle.

"We shouldn't have agreed to this," Jindra muttered as she darted behind the shadow of the outer wall of the manor house, landing beside Tessani before the guard walking the front perimeter saw her pass. "We could be arrested for this. Or worse."

Tessani managed not to roll his eyes at her. "You agreed; we both did. There no sense in complaining about it now, so either we get the job done or we return to Zara and tell her we couldn't even work together enough to get inside. Which would you rather?"
actionreaction: text: not so much writing as making a mess with a pen ([shadows] craft in the sand)
I haven't had a chance to write today which saddens me but at least I still have something to post so here we go!

The full light of a gibbous moon hit him and he stared upward, first at the shining near-full disc and then back at the shelter. He turned his gaze back heavenward and briefly sank to one knee. "Lady of Night, if it was by your hand that I was saved, I thank you and promise you that your sparing me shall not be in vain. I will seek out my friend's murderer. I will rid your guild of a true traitor and I will do this in your name."

He remained there for several heartbeats, as if hoping the moon might give him some answer, but none came.
actionreaction: photo of deniz akdeniz, 3/4 profile, in the shadows with bluish overtone ([characters] tessani)
Today's Sunday Six brought to you by Google calendar reminders. Otherwise I probably would have completely forgotten to post.

Just like that, it was over: Tessani's sham of a trial, his sentencing, and now, his expulsion. Tessani kept his head high, refusing to look beaten or guilty.

Only once before had Tessani seen someone expelled from the guild for a crime as severe as the one he himself had been convicted of. That man too had been released at dawn, but he'd been unshackled and conscious. Tessani had no reason to believe he'd be treated any different.

That was the last thought he had before the guard on his right slammed the hilt of his sword into Tessani's skull and everything went dark.

Sunday six!

Apr. 7th, 2013 02:58 pm
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The other day I managed to write about 1500 words in less than an hour after taking some advice from the 2k to 10k book and plotting out the scene I wanted to write before I started writing it. Totally boosted the hell out of my word count. If I get a chance to actually do like a good 3 hour writing chunk, (next day off yes?) I'd love to see how much I could churn out then.

I was tooling around some more in Scrivener today, adding some notes, other random scenes and the one I wrote the other day, and just generally organizing when I remembered it was time for the Sunday Six. So here you go, some from that scene I was talking about.

A trickle of sweat made its way down the back of Tessani's neck as he turned slowly, his eyes focused on the shadows in the room. Ilossa hid in one of them and she was biding her time, waiting for his guard to go down so she could spring. Tessani closed his eyes and reached out with his senses, coaxing curls of shadows from those cast about to him. He tested their shape and size, weighed them to feel extra density. He paused at one corner, feeling an unnatural depth there, one that might account for a person concealed in shadow. Tessani opened his eyes in time to see a dark shape flit from the corner he'd focused on to another and he grinned.

"Found you," he called, and he twisted both hands, yanking hard on the shadow in that corner as if tugging a blanket off a sleeper to reluctant to wake. It came easily, sliding toward him and revealing...absolutely nothing.
actionreaction: text: not so much writing as making a mess with a pen ([shadows] craft in the sand)
Next bit!

Kalim walked slowly down the steps that lead to the council's platform, around the landing and stopped just in front of Tessani. "Then exile it shall be. You will go you will go at dawn, you will go alone, and you will go as you are, with only the clothes on your back. May the Lady have mercy on you for we will not. Know this: if you return here, if you ever show you face after what you've done, you will be slain on the spot."

Just like that, it was over.


I've been playing with Scrivener lately and I'm totally in love with it. Hopefully between using that and Rachel Aaron's 2K to 10K, I can blast through this novel and keep it organized!
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The plot thickens!

Slowly, with a hint of reluctance in his tone, Kalim continued, "As is our custom, the accused - nay, the guilty - may choose his punishment; a quick and merciful death, or to be expelled from this guild, stripped of his contacts, any possessions given to him a member of this guild, his title and all that comes with it. He may choose to leave with nothing but the clothes on his back and the skills he learned. Should our Lady of Shadows take pity on him, he may survive, though it is most unlikely." Kalim nodded to the guards on either side of Tessani, who hauled him to his feet. "So, how will you choose, Shadowbinder?" Kalim asked, his arms folded into his robe.


Considering that Tessani's the protagonist, we can safely say he survives the beginning of his own story, right?
actionreaction: photo of deniz akdeniz, 3/4 profile, in the shadows with bluish overtone ([characters] tessani)
Haven't done any more outlining since Thursday but I'll get back into the swing of that later or tomorrow. For now, here's a sampling.

The remains of sunset still left sullen bands of orange low in the sky that faded to bleed into the bruise hues of night. The Tenebrous Guild was coming awake now; shadow casters, blood mages, dark summoners, and the least frightening of their numbers, the ice mages, were the people of the night. Tessani wasn't the only shadow caster in the guild, not by far, but he was one of the best, and he was the only shadow binder. He was the only one who could not only call shadows to him, shape and mold them into dark mimicries of light counterparts, but could also bind them to him. He imprinted shadows on his body like tattoos and where he placed them, they stayed until he called them forth to use. It was a rare and coveted talent.
actionreaction: photo of lee gikwang looking to the side. he has eyeliner and two small black teardrops by his eye ([characters] naj)
Here's my Sunday Six. Intrigue~

Tessani never thought he'd see such a vicious attack, not from Naj. In fact, maybe he was just seeing things now. It was dark and steadily growing darker. Tessani exhaled, falling back against the wall and slumping downward. His hand was pressed to his side and when he moved it it came away wet and dark, covered in blood. Only then did he understand and by then it was too late. The blooming darkness wasn't made of his blessed shadows; they weren't what was pulling him in.

The last thing he saw before he slipped into unconsciousness was Naj, at the assassin's neck, sharp teeth buried, cutting off the choked sound that was the assassin's last.

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