morning writing

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:23 am
darthneko: World of Warcraft Anduin Wrynn ([fandom] wrynn determination)
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(continued from yesterday)

It was late into the audience hours when the royal Consort and his cousin unexpectedly turned up in line.

Anduin almost had to look twice when their names - sans title or any other fanfaire - were called, the surprise making him slow. They were both of them in travel clothes, leathers worn smooth and supple, ragged and stained, the sort of clothes for hunting, fishing, and sleeping out on the road. They had obviously been out somewhere; Elwynn forest, Anduin suspected, part of Hardwire's ongoing campaign to train Ren back into some semblance of fitness after the birth of the babes. There was dirt and what looked like fresh blood stains on their clothes, and there would probably be venison or roast boar on the dinner table.

Dirty and disheveled, and Ren, at least, was visibly tired, and both with small gift boxes in hand and the most shit-eating grins Anduin had ever seen. He didn't, in that moment, know whether to kiss them or box their ears.
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Catching up on New Worlds

Sep. 19th, 2017 03:37 pm
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My Patreon is trucking along, but I haven’t been good about linking to it here. So have a list of recent posts!

This week’s post (sneak preview!) will be on rites of passage, followed by a bonus post on the theory of worldbuilding, since that’s one of the funding goals we’ve reached. Remember, this is all funded by my lovely, lovely patrons — and if you join their ranks, you get weekly photos, plus (at higher levels) opportunities to request post topics or get feedback on your own worldbuilding!

Originally published at Swan Tower. You can comment here or there.

non-binding poll

Sep. 19th, 2017 02:53 pm
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Because I realized there's no point in my writing prequel-to-hexarchate (or even prequel-to-heptarchate [1]) stories about all-new characters if nobody wants to read about all-new characters in the story collection. :]

[1] I had this great idea about the heptarchate's founding but.

NOTE: I make no guarantees.

Poll #18837 hexarchate story collection
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 32


What *existing* characters would you like to see more stories about?

View Answers

Shuos Jedao
22 (68.8%)

Kel Cheris
25 (78.1%)

Shuos Mikodez
16 (50.0%)

Kel Brezan
16 (50.0%)

Kel Khiruev
15 (46.9%)

Andan Niath
4 (12.5%)

Nirai Kujen
11 (34.4%)

mystery POV #1 from Revenant Gun that Yoon evilly refuses to divulge
11 (34.4%)

servitor POV #2 from Revenant Gun
16 (50.0%)

someone else that I will mention in comments
2 (6.2%)

ticky the tookie tocky
10 (31.2%)

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Sep. 19th, 2017 09:56 am
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I just spent several minutes trying to figure out where the hell the mysterious rustling noises were coming from.

One of my cats (Alex) was entirely hidden within the depths of a shoebox-size Priority Mail box. He has just now emerged, and his sister Erin has vanished inside.

No cat photos because I don't have an X-Ray camera.

You couldn't make it up

Sep. 19th, 2017 05:01 pm
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Well, you could make it up, but who'd believe you?!

I was watching a show that goes behind the scenes at Paddington Station in London. On the 19th June, one of the hottest days of this year, they were having to slow trains down due to hot tracks that were threatening to buckle. Well, that's understandable. I mean, it's hard to make a track that copes with all extreme weather, after all.

But then, at West Ealing - where most or all trains in/out of London apparently go through - a poor pigeon somehow managed to earth an overhead wire, which sent the current into the steel beams in the reinforced concrete of the bridge above the wire. This resulted in concrete falling onto the track, and the track being closed for somewhere around two hours, whilst they checked if the bridge was safe or not. Fortunately, trains could go through it again, but only at 20mph. It's estimated that the bridge being closed caused 5,193 minutes of delay for passengers, and had a knock on effect for stations as far away as Southampton, Portsmouth, York, Bristol and even as far as Edinburgh!

I mean, of all the things to happen, this has to be amongst the most bizarre reasons for delays, hasn't it?!

I'm afraid the pigeon did not survive :(

morning writing

Sep. 19th, 2017 09:37 am
darthneko: World of Warcraft Anduin Wrynn ([fandom] wrynn determination)
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No writing yesterday - was home being sickly. =P That'll teach me not to overdo the unpacking while dehydrated. And now, just to prove how many fic bits I can juggle all at once, here, have a bit about the first Love is in the Air valentine's holiday after the launch of the Legion expansion.... (because my muses are random bastards who jump around and this was what Anduin felt like giving me this morning =P)

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"Good morning, your Majesty," was the first warning he had, a little too bright and cheerful, the throne room guards all smiling a little too broadly. Anduin shook his head ruefully.

"Already?"

The senior guard grinned, utterly unrepentant. "It's not so bad, sir.... yet."

"Yet," Anduin echoed dubiously. His willingness to play along with the game made their smiles broader still, both guards moving to sweep back the doors to the throne with more enthusiasm than strictly necessary.

The audience line had already formed, which didn't make it that different from most days except for the composition of the line - even at a glance Anduin could count more mercenaries than tradesmen, when usually it was the reverse. It was the throne itself that was the source of the guards' amusement; or rather, the two small wrapped boxes resting there, given place of pride on the cushion.

Anduin plucked them from the throne. The gift boxes fit in his palm, heavier than they looked, with a metallic sort of jingle to them. "Only two?" he noted, jesting.
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