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Ahhahahahahaha, XKCD nailed it. That was totally me during the house buying process. XD

I am having a not splendid start to the week - was sickly all weekend (vague aches and pains, sleeping too much, and a round of "my stomach and intestines hate me" saturday night) which resulted in not doing a lot of the things I wanted to do, like unpack and mow the yard. Bleagh.

Woke up this morning at 1am with unidentified "something is wrong" which morphed into "fuck, sinus migraine headache from HELL" once I was awake enough to figure out where the pain was. Got to work, by which point my eyes were watering from the internal pressure in my head, but couldn't take anything because they were supposed to do a fasting blood draw on me this morning. So I put up with the pain, drink all the water, go in... and they can barely get half a vial out of me because I'm freezing cold. So I got stuck with a needle for no reason, and had to reschedule for friday, and NOW I finally get to take the sinus meds and drink the coffee to try to get this headache under control. Argh. GRRR.

On the upside, I still managed to make words on the morning train commute, so go me! But omg I just want to crawl back into bed and not move. >_<

I did Dragon Age Remix and Remix Revival one after the other, which means I have a WHOLE HEAP of remixes by both me and other people to link to. Below the cut: Seven works about female characters from Dragon Age (mostly dwarves), and one Portal fic.

Image descriptions at each link.
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"Oria is tied up with the smiths overseeing the new cannons," Moira confessed, "and I would have just sent a message but I thought this deserved a personal delivery." So saying, she produced a small rectangular wooden box from the pocket of her skirt, presenting it to Anduin with a flourish.

Anduin's breath caught in his lungs and he had to deliberately draw in another one before he reached out to take the box, setting it on his knee as he lifted the lid away. Inside, the interior was lined in royal blue satin, and nestled into it were two rings, polished and gleaming, straight from Ironforge's best jewelers.
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I felt really odd last week, like lethargic and shit. I kept nodding off deeply during the day and having really restless sleep at night. Even Angie noted that I wasn't myself. No idea what is going on, but I don't like it. I've also been strangely dehydrated, drinking tons of water and my mouth and throat still feel dry. Saw my shrink, everything is okay mentally it seems, I see my regular doc in a couple of weeks, so maybe we can get to the bottom of this.

Oh, we went to brunch at The Mint on Sunday. The theme this month was Oktoberfest, since October's theme is clearly going to be Halloween. I had some of the best schnitzel I have had outside Germany, put together with eggs and potatoes for an interesting (and huge) Benedict. Angie had a wurst that looked delicious. And we both had drinks and dessert. ^__^ So a nice end to the week.

WeatherDork:
Currently at Bethlehem, PA at 9.57am: Sunny
Temp: 83F (feels like 86F)
Humidity: 72% (dewpoint 49F)
Pressure: 29.89"
Winds: N 4mph
Forecast: [condition], high F, low F

Last week was even more summerlike than the previous week. We got up to 90F on the weekend! RIDICULOUS. I wonder if this is what is making me feel so lethargic. Anyway, this week is going to start out hot then finallly cool down into somethimg more fall-like THANKFULLY by Friday. I CANNOT WAIT.

On My Plate:
Tags and Other Writins:

~~A Smile and a Song (Three Wishes)~~
~~Where The Gods Live (Three Wishes)~~
~~My Favorite Punching Bag (ItNotM)~~ x1
Some Light Research (ItNotM)
Welcome Home (ItNotM)
~~Putting The Band Together (ItNotM)~~
All On A Summer's Day (ItNotM)
~~The Lady in White (ItNotM)~~
~~Promises (ItNotM)~~
~~Moving Up in the World (EoP)~~ x4
~~Leftovers (EoP)~~ started

Art:

continue with scribalry practice

Etc:

list stuff on Ebay
reading: A New History of the Picts (still -- I haven't picked it up in awhile XD)
reading: Parsival, or A Knight's Tale

Weekly Things Checklist:

Thing Arted: nothing
Thing Writed: OMG TAGS
Thing Cleaned: dishes and catbox

I have to sew a new dress and pouch bag thing for Coronation in a couple weeks, and practice my Pictish face makeup. XD And of course work on getting my mojo back. I hate when it is too bloody miserable to be creative.

Current Mood: lethargic
Current Location: Casa de RP

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Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Sigur Rós - Takk...

End of the Love is in the Air festival fic, continued from part 1 and part 2.

Twenty-eight bracelets. By the end of the week there were twenty-eight of the things, all laid neatly in a carven wood box with velvet lining that had taken up residence in a drawer in Anduin's office. His mates were, no doubt, looking forward to seeing their last efforts on him that evenings; Ren had remarked that it was a good look, and he hoped Anduin might occasionally continue wearing them after the festival.

It was the last evening of the festival, the flower and sweet sellers finally closing up shop and taking stock of their sales. The festival merchants were taking down the temporary stalls set up in the market squares. And the King of Stormwind had, through much arranging, several hours of free time without interruption, a spool of gold jewelry wire, and a set of the small tools that the festival merchants had been happily selling all week.
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For Dragon Age rare pairs exchange

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I should start titling these. And I was going to finish up the charm bracelet prank, but Brewfest started last night, and the headcanon for Brewfest just sort of unfolded along the way, so here's the start of THAT, and I'll get back to the charm bracelet and the wedding and all that soon. It's all Pandaren and Anduin all the time anyways, I'm just scene jumping! =P

Oria is another original character, btw - part of the Wildhammer clan, she was the first foreign ambassador Anduin appointed to his council and paved the way for including one ambassador from each of the Alliance races to balance out the otherwise overwhelmingly human-centric House of Nobles. Oria has it in her contract with Anduin that she is exempt from all council meetings during the two-week duration of Brewfest. For "traditional cultural festivities" (and the attendant hangovers).

The dwarf caught at Anduin's sleeve, his brows drawn down in a dark frown. "Not so fast, lad," he huffed. "It ain't just th' wee ones that need t' prove they can sit a saddle before they go takin' my rams anywhere."

Something flickered across Anduin's face, there and gone again so fast it was easy to miss, before smoothing into the polite facade that was most often presented to the House of Nobles. "Of course," he agreed.

At Ren's elbow, Oria made a pained noise. "Oh no," she groaned, shoving her tankard aside and making to rise to her feet. "He must not recognize..."

"Leave it," Ren advised, pressing a hand to her shoulder to push her back into her seat. "Anduin will handle it."
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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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5778 go!

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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So Saturday Mike and I drove allllll the way out to Middle Island NY for the SCA event St Andrews -- more precisely, A Funny Thing Happened to St Andrew on the Way to the Forum, An Investiture. It was called that because the Barony of An Dubhagheinn was investing a new Baron and Baroness, and the Baron's persona is late Roman. The main reason we were going, though, was to see the elevation of our friend Vettorio, mka Eric, into the Order of the Laurel, which is the SCA's highest arts award. He's a scribe who does exquisite work, and well deserved being made a Laurel.

ANYWAY. We got there in time for morning court, when Eric was going to be put on vigil, a day-long period of contemplation and receiving well-wishers and advice-givers. It was very entertaining -- the first snatch-and-grab summons to court I have seen in a long time. Kudos to His Majesty Ioannes for a lovely bit of shtick! He strolled through the audience with a fan (because it was really quite warm and muggy in the hall) until he came up behind Eric. He pretended to talk to someone else, then clapped Eric hard on the back and said "You're coming with me." Classic! And Eric was suitably shocked and surprised.

After court we went over to where Eric's vigil was being held and nibbled on the tasty spread made by his wife Lisa (how he had no clue of anything going on with all that food being prepared, I have no idea) and waited to speak with him. We chatted about persona (I'm going to send some Pictish art refs his way for a scroll) and about apprentices and the relationship between Laurel and apprentice. I think he got something out of it, despite being recently an apprentice himself. ^__^

Mike wandered around talking to people he doesn't get to see very often, and I stayed at Eric's vigil cause it was too warm and muggy to do much else. We left just before evening court, thus missing Eric's actual elevation; it was getting too miserable weather wise and we had a long drive home and were just tired and out of spoons. It was a good event though, and I was happy to see a deserving soul given the recognition he deserves!

Oh! Before we hit the event we went to Wertheim National Refuge in Mastic so Mike could collect the National Parks stamps. Then we went to Fire Island National Seashore and got more stamps, and the most adorable plushie ever for his niece: a plush horseshoe crab! Finally we hit the William Floyd Mansion after Google led us partly astray. (I swear, Google Maps kept sending us on backroads and cowpaths to get from one place to the next all bloody day.)

WeatherDork:
Currently at Bethlehem, PA at 9.59am: Overcast and foggy
Temp: 68F (feels like 68F)
Humidity: 87% (dewpoint 60F)
Pressure: 29.87"
Winds: NE 5mph
Forecast: AM fog/PM clouds, high 78F, low 64F

Summer seems to have come back this past week, no doubt due to the tropical weather elsewhere in the country. Temps were up close to 80 and the humidity was very high. Bleh. This week promises more of the same. BLEH.

On My Plate:
Tags and Other Writins:

A Smile and a Song (Three Wishes)
Where The Gods Live (Three Wishes)
My Favorite Punching Bag (ItNotM)
Some Light Research (ItNotM)
Welcome Home (ItNotM)
Putting The Band Together (ItNotM)
All On A Summer's Day (ItNotM)
~~The Lady in White (ItNotM)~~
~~Promises (ItNotM)~~
~~Stargazing (EoP)~~ started
~~Moving Up in the World (EoP)~~ start x5
Three Tribes, One Holt (Oakleaf)
All the Single Laddies (Oakleaf)

Art:

continue with scribalry practice

Etc:

list stuff on Ebay
reading: A New History of the Picts (still -- I haven't picked it up in awhile XD)
reading: Parsival, or A Knight's Tale

Weekly Things Checklist:

Thing Arted: nothing
Thing Writed: OMG TAGS
Thing Cleaned: dishes and catbox and trash and recycling

Tuesday I see my VA shrink, but that's the only thing planned. Gonna try to get some scribalry accomplished -- I have not been feeling it for some reason, but now I am inspired. ^__^

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: Casa de RP

Today existed to remind me that (and why) I will most likely not be able to work a full time job again.

If I muster enough energy for dinner and a shower, it will be a minor miracle.

Current Music: Side to Side (KHS cover)

Let's get spooky. Or fluffy! Or both at once, that works too.

I hope some of the prompts here are inspiring. Take what works and discard what doesn't, and create what you're inspired to create. And for reference, on AO3 I'm

Etnoe.

If something isn't specified as a trick or a treat, feel free to interpret either way. And feel free to get creepy/gross/gory in tricks, at that, as long as my DNWs are avoided.

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Current Music: My head was warm; my skin was soaked; I called your name 'til the fever broke

Landscape:
MapCrunch (daily 360 panoramic)

Random Street View (same as above)

Random Google Street View (same as above)

Figure Drawing:
Line of Action (choose gender, clothed/nude, time limit)

SketchDaily (same as above plus animal choices)

QuickPoses (same as LoA, but option to show pictures upside down and track progress)

(back to the wedding bits for today!)

The King's study was, in theory, a place of quiet work and relaxation, where the King could retire from the company of councilors and ministers to review the day's issues and draft necessary written orders. Anduin knew his father had only ever used it as such while nursing a hangover and needing a darkened room and some semblance of work in order to stave off those clamoring for his time; being trapped at a desk with paperwork was, quite likely, one of Varian Wrynn's conceptions of hell.
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As a note of interest, the pic of Anduin in my new icon is from the pre-expansion comic that Blizzard released... sadly, there aren't actually that many good face shots of him in it, but the interesting part that I only realized when I opened it up to find a screencap this morning is that he's holding the demon assassin at sword point and the sword is Shalamayne - which he only recovered from the Broken Shore in patch 7.2, during the Alliance quest chain with him. So actually, that comic would take place sometime after 7.2, and not right after the expansion launch the way I initially read it.

Writing has always been a central part of my life and even my identity, even when I didn't practice it regularly. It's been a background goal for me to become a writer even though all the other ambitions that I've had and discarded. Eventually I had to make a hard decision and I decided to pursue writing as a profession and career, not a hobby. I still have a day job, obviously. And I still hobby write (fanfiction, and other things). But the goal is to write professionally.

Writing is a frequently frustrating occupation. It's hard work, and it's work that's often undervalued, sometimes even as it's in demand. As most fanfic writers have noticed. Still I've had some amazing writerly moments in my life, outside of the aspiration to go pro and alongside some bitter disappointments (in myself and in others). I wanted to write a lot about those, since one of them happened just recently and since I could always use a morale boost to my creativity.

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*glances up* What the fuck am I even talking about, who can even tell.

(actual playlist I was listening to when I was writing this.)

Current Mood: fuck i'm a mess
Current Music: Rolling in the Deep

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Current Music: Disparition - The Alice Isn't Dead Theme

Hiveswap Act 1 is the long awaited Homestuck point and click adventure game! It's a lot of fun and not TOO hard but I still got stuck sometimes. Also quite short! Here's a full playthrough video I used when I got stuck.

Note for anyone with bad reflexes: the vast majority of it isn't time based but one section is and I found it mildly challenging as someone with very poor hand eye coordination. Also there's some references to abusive behaviour on par with stuff in Homestuck.

Below the cut is a half remembered text walkthrough. It's just the relevant instructions, but still pretty spoilery.
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