Where next shall if wander, where shall I roam

Reply to Mel

2009-10-05T07:38:19Z

Mum,

I remember checkers. And being taught how to play card games that I never can win at. And I remember how he reminded me of you. There isn't a lot for me to go on in trying to remember Poppop. But one thing I can say with absolute certainty is this... If the love your father had for you was anything like the love you have for your children, then he doesn't fault you.

You didn't break that promise, Mummy. You followed your heart. And I ask you as your daughter and friend... who taught you to follow your heart, to follow the music in your soul? You would never want me to stay in miserable situation just because of a promise I made to you...

In fact, stepping out on a limb, I would almost say you would be first in line to kick my ass. And hazarding a guess... your father taught you a fair bit that made you into the awesome person, and perfect mother you turned out to be.

Yes, I called you perfect. Because, for us, you are.

Having your childhood home gutted, and changed, and forever destroyed is painful. Please believe me when I understand the sentiment. And yes, you have the memories regardless. But part of me is angry I can never take Patrick through the house I grew up in and relate all the stories.

As for your sisters... I can only thank you for your influence that made my relationship with my sisters better. Actions do speak louder then words... and their actions have spoken volumes. And not just to you, but to all of us.

I love you, and consider yourself hugged, repeatedly.

Fiction

2009-09-13T16:45:57Z

So, it used to be that when I would write a story, I was dying for someone to read it, and let me know what they think. It wasn't cause I wanted a pat on the back... I more or less wanted to invite people into my world to see what they thought of it.

And over the years I have been sorely disappointed in that. Mainly cause the people I want to have read my stuff don't, and the people who might be reading it, never tell me what they think.

So, I quit writing for a time. Periodically I would work on one project here, another there. And yes, I do have fanfic awards for compositions... but its the people I care about that I want to hear from. I put down my quill and walked away.

And it hurt, leaving that world. But there was no return from what I was throwing out into the ether, it seemed a futile effort.

Enter Patrick. He NEVER tells me in comments what he thinks. And if I drag it out of him, he will give me an opinion...

But he reads everything I write. So, all those stories I have hidden away from all those years... I guess they belong to him now. They are his to read,.... and no tell me what he thinks >.<

And perhaps, with him with me, more stories are coming.

Things Our Parents Teach Us

2009-09-03T16:11:51Z

It used to piss me off to no end when I was younger when I realized my parents might be right about something. And even more so, when I had to extend gratitude for something they taught me when I wasn't paying attention.

In this current incarnation of Fig, I find it pisses me off less, and makes me love them more.

Mum and Dad had work, usually taking them far away for extended periods of time. And yes, whe Dad was gone, at times it was a cause for a party.

But I remember being little and begging Dad to take Teddy with him to Homer, cause I didn't want Dad to get lonely. Just cause things were not always "peaceful' when Dad was around, doesn't mean I didn't miss him.

But enough of that Ramble for a sec.

Having been used to the long-distance aspects of relationships, I find that I handling this separation better then some of my contemporaries. I am well versed in the distance that Love can travel.

Its almost like, growing up was "boot camp" for this experience. ROFLMAO

However, knowing that my Mummy has her own current experiences with Karl being gone for long periods of time, means that when she says she knows how I feel, she does. It also makes me feel a shit ton better.

See, for the longest time, I would tell everyone my mummy was my hero. Which she still is ;D. And knowing Mummy has done it, and is still doing it, means I will be fine. Because my mummy knows the ropes, and she has never let me fall.

So, here is a big hugging thank you to my mummy. I love you!

and no, I am NOT going to apologize for puberty.

eirrythia @ 2009-08-28T10:06:00

2009-08-28T14:07:47Z

Conversation is the cure for every sorrow. Even contention is better than loneliness.

I can honestly look at this and know exactly what it means. There, indeed, would be proof of my Celtic Blood :D

New Fiction : (title under construction) part 3

2009-08-25T12:06:34Z

Catriona waved from the door as the bus pulled away. Sighing, she closed the door, and went back to the kitchen. A frown pulled at her pixie-ish features as she surveyed the damage.

Strong arms surrounded her, a cheek pressing against hers as Nicolas looked at the kitchen. "Don't be so sad, love. The kitchen always looks like this."

Catriona snorted, trying to contain the snicker that was boiling up. Glancing to her left, she smirked, and then gave up and started to laugh. "That IS the sad part." She pulled away and started gathering dishes. "My house always looks like a warzone."

As she leaned forward to place the dishes in the washer, a brush of air was her only warning as the dishes were stolen from her hands. She spun around and glared at her husband.

Nicolas looked at her, grinning unrepentantly. He held the dishes, standing on the opposite side of the room. His blurred speed was sometimes a bone of contention, but he enjoyed the spark of irritated love on her face too much.

Catriona growled, the sound rumbling through her chest as she glared at him. Nicolas raised a single eyebrow, growling back. She narrowed her eyes, starting to snarl, and Nicolas saw the glow of silver, pronouncing the transformation.

"Oh, no you don't." He shook a finger at her sternly. "No fur in the kitchen, that's your rule."

"Give me the dishes back." Her voices was deep, and he could hear an echo of the wild forest in her tone.

"Only if you promise to NOT actually do dishes." He grinned at her frown. "You have guests, don't keep them waiting."

Catriona rolled her eyes, and grunted low in her throat. Seeing no change in his stance, she sighed. "Fine!" She waved her hand, and the dishes vanished from his hands.

Likewise around the room, used dishes and utensils vanished, all appearing in the waiting dishwasher. Counters began to sparkle as if freshly scoured, and Catriona started the washer as she walked from the room.

Nicolas grinned, then blurred in front of her. Catriona swore, using a particularly nasty word they were trying to keep the Triplets from learning. Her hands came up to brace herself on his chest, so she would not smashe into him.

"Damn vamp." She shoved him, making him rebound off the wall. Nicolas laughed and then seemed to vanish. When Catriona made it to the living room, Nicolas was sitting next to Canagan, acting for all the world like an angel.

"I hate you some days." She said calmly.

"And I adore always." He returned pleasantly.

Chridhe giggled from the window seat. She was half-flopped, half-sprawled, flipping through a family album. "Some things don't change, do they, Leannan?"

Canagan snorted. "What are you talking about... I always hate you." He paged through a novel he had found on the table. "In fact there are days that I utterly..." He trailed off, his eyes caught on the page.

Chridhe looked up. She waited, and then sighed. "Canagan?"

His head flew up. "What?"

"You were saying?"

"I was?" He looked at the other two, who nodded. "If you say so. This is new?" He held up the book.

Chridhe sighed, shaking her head. "Of course it's new, you haven't read anything published in about 79 years."

He frowned looking at her. "But we were here more recently..."

"Yes but we had our hands full." She glanced at Catriona meaningfully, who blushed.

Canagan looked at the women blankly. It wasn't until Nicolas nudged him, that he grinned. "Ah, yea. Falling for a vampire WAS a bit odd for this family."

Catriona's jaw dropped. "Oh, come on... it's not that odd. Hell, one of my matriarchal ancestors was a vampire."

"Hey!" Chridhe glared at her. "That's my mother you're talking about."

Catriona raised an eyebrow, waiting for a moment. Finally Chridhe huffed. "Okay, fine, yes. Ancestor is the accepted word... But that just makes me sound old."

"You are old." Canagan nestled back further into the cushions, reading the book.

A throw pillow caught him squarely in the forehead, and he glanced up. A grin suffused his features as he saw the look of death on Chridhe's face. "Love you," he said in a sing-song voice.

Chridhe growled, a glow suffusing her form as she started to change. Catriona raised an eyebrow at Nicolas questioningly, who shrugged. Canagan didn't shift, continuing to read his book, seemingly unware of the feral aspect of his mate.

Chridhe tried to swallow the change, but all she wanted to do at the moment was trounce his ass. Not that it would do much good. She was considering turning him into a frog when a question caught her attention.

Her silver-blue gaze riveted on Catriona. "You want to know how old we are?"

"Well, more how many years have you been doing this."

Canagan spoke up. "Those are completely different things. We can hop through time, therefore the time spent living linearly, versus the time time spent aiding the Clan are different. In fact in most cases, there is no comparison."

Nicolas and Catriona stared at him, mildly stunned. From their experience, it was Chridhe who would roll out the technical answers. A laugh caught them off guard.

Chridhe sat up, and glided across the floor. She sat on the couch, cuddling into the place that Canagan automatically made for her, surrounding her in his arms, all whilst not interrupting his book.

"And there is part of the reason I love you." She glanced at the younger generation. "He is correct. Specifically, Canagan and I have been alive for 450-odd years."

"Specifically," Canagan tossed her a wry look. "I am 431, and she is 437." He snickered at her black look. "You could have said something to the effect of approximately."

Catriona did some quick counting, and frowned. "I am not that far on the family tree. According to the records, I was born 149 years after you."

"You were. But as we said, we time hop. Meaning we were pulled back in time."

Catriona put her hands to her temple, and winced. "I am so confused."

Chridhe grinned in sympathy. "I know how you feel. We live, for the most part, in a place that is not touched by time. Canagan and I have had 411 years together, if you go linearly from the start of our time to today."

Canagan brushed a kiss along the top of her head. "But as we are needed, we go to the time necessary, no matter when it is."

Nicolas cocked his head to the side. "That makes a twisted amount of sense." He looked out the window for a minute. "So the necessity is what, or should I say who? You mentioned Devon."

New Fiction : (title under construction) part 2

2009-08-21T08:19:13Z

Here is the next part, read on for the madness

Devon Daniels grabbed his back-pack as he ran down the stairs. He made the turn at the landing, dodged his younger sister, who was speeding up the stairs, and thundered down to the door. He was opening the door when he heard his mother, "Devon, we need to talk."

Devon sighed, and looked longingly at his friend Jared's car, waiting at the curb. Turning around, he looked at his mother, standing in the living room. "What's up, Mom? I'm gonna be late."

His mother, Natalia, looked out the window, and a disapproving frown came down over her face. She looked at her second eldest child, inwardly shaking her head at his clothes. People would think he dressed himself from a dumpster, going out dressed like that. "I don't see what you can't just ride the bus, like all your friends."

"Mom, Jared is my friend. Besides, Aunt Cat lets Alex drive with Jared."

"What your aunt allows her children to do is none of my business. Nor, any of yours. It's a matter of propriety. Jared is 3 years older then you."

"Mom... so he's 16. Alex is 14. For god's sake, Jared is his step-brother. Their practically family."

Natalia glared at her son. "They're not MY family. And don't take the Lords name in vain."

Devon sighed, his nostrils flaring as he tried to grab onto his temper. If his mother followed pattern, here came the speech on why he didn't go to church any more. And after that, she would be telling him that his cousin was the spawn of Satan or whatever.

Before his mother could begin her tirade, a voice came from behind him. His father stepped up, and put a hand on his shoulder. "I highly doubt you are trying to make Devon be late because you want to bitch about my relatives, Taly." Malcolm gave his son a hug, and pushed him toward the door. "Go on, Kiddo. Don't forget, your aunt and uncle are watching you guys tonight."

Devon looked at his dad and nodded. He tossed a glance at his mother, and his dad shook his head. Devon grabbed his coat, and ran down the steps. The door to the house swung closed behind him.

Natalia glared at her husband. "Why you coddle him, I will never know."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "Coddle? What are you talking about?"

She threw up her hands. "His friendship with those people... They will destroy my son."

Malcolm slammed his hand into the archway. "That is MY family you are trashing. What happened to us? You and Cat used to be friends." He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Taly, what..."

"I hate the nickname...NEVER use it again." She snarled at him, walking passed him.

Malcolm looked at her in disbelief, "Your father calls you that." Malcolm held up his hands, "Nevermind. What is really going on? You never pick on my family unless something is wrong."

Natalia sighed, and laid a hand on the desk. "He doesn't talk to me anymore. Ever since he turned 13, he spends all his time at your sister's. Who knows what she is telling him... What if he hates me?"

Malcolm gripped her hand and pulled her around to face him. "Hates you?" He pulled her into an embrace. "Taly, kids grow up. And news flash, seldom do they talk to their parents."

Natalia sighed. "He stopped going to church, and he dresses so... strangely. What happened to my little boy?"

"He's becoming a teenager. It happens." Seeing the mutinous look on her face, "I'll talk to Cat tonight. See if she has noticed anything."

"Like she would know anything..." Natalia trailed off as she saw the dark look fill Malcolm's eyes.

"Knock it off. I put up with little biting comments about my family only so much. You have better manners"

Natalia opened her mouth to say something, but a shuttered look in his dark blue eyes made her pause. Her husband could not help who his family was, it was up to her to save him, and their son. Alienating him would accomplish nothing.

"I'm sorry. I am just worried."

Malcolm's face cleared, and he kissed her forehead. "Well, stop worrying. I'm going to take Caitlin to school, I'll see you after work." She nodded, and watched as he went up the stairs.

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Catriona Morgan hung up the phone, and hugged the wall as her 9 year old triplet boys went running through the hallway. "HEY! No running... not that you are listening anyway." She handed a cup of coffee to her husband, Nicolas, and smacked the small hand reaching for the bacon.

"Sit at the table. You will be fed." She kept a mock glare on her mutinous 5 year old daughter, until Layla gave up and stomped over to the table. Catriona grabbed the bagels, and tossed them to her daughter Kaia, who began spreading cream-cheese, handing one to Layla.

Nicolas grinned from where he was grading papers. He then ducked as Duncan almost knocked him in the head with a math book. He looked at the 17 year old, raising a single eyebrow. Duncan grinned, "Sorry Dad, still getting the hand of it."

Kaia giggled, "Leave the levitation to the professionals, squirt."

Duncan frowned, "Squirt... I am the older twin, and I am taller."

Catriona snorted from the stove. "Older by 3 minutes, doesn't really count."

"Mom!" Duncan protested as he walked into the kitchen. He had a triplet under each arm, with the third following him grinning. "So I found the barbarians. Where do you want them?"

Nicolas grabbed one of the boys and placed him on the bench along the huge dining room table. Glancing over his shoulder, he tilted his head expectantly. Seeing that Seamus was not going to be release, his loyal partners in crime joined him. Tristan sat on the end, with Michael in the middle.

Catriona turned to look at her brood, when a flash of silver caught her eye. Dropping her spatula, she ran to the balcony door. As she raced out into the back drive, Nicolas saw two motorcycles pull up.

"Gran! Grandad!" Catriona threw her herself at the man as he dismounted the bike. With a chuckle, Canagan twirled her around as if she were several decades younger then her current years. Releasing her, Canagan watched as Catriona embraced Chridhe.

Nicolas stood on the porch, raising his hand to wave. Canagan grinned as he saw the curious faces pressed against the glass of the dining room.

"I see its feeding time at the zoo." Canagan walked up to the porch, leaving the two women to make their own way inside.

"How could you guess?" Nicolas extended a hand to shake, only to be pulled into a hug by the taller man.

"Oh, the mooing noise from the triplets is a dead giveaway. How many kids have you two got now?" Canagan tried to count, but there was too much shifting and infighting.

"Counting Cat's two, my one, and our five, I think we have 8 now." Nicolas grinned.

Canagan smiled, "You think?"

Nicolas laughed. "Let me see. Jared, then the Twins, then Alex, then the triplets, and Layla. So yeah 8."

"How the hell do you get any peace?" Canagan lifted his arm automatically as Chridhe leaned against his side. He absently kissed the top of her head as he looked at the mass of brunettes and redheads in the house.

Catriona laughed. "We don't really. And we usually have Devon over here too."

Chridhe looked up at the mention of the other child. "He is actually why we are here."

Catriona looked at her sharply. Seeing a message in the other woman's eyes, she gestured at the brood, "They all will be at school in about 30 minutes. We can talk then."

Nicolas gathered her close, reacting to his wife's change of mood instantly. "Until then, I think breakfast was being promised.

New Fiction : (title under construction)

2009-08-17T08:15:16Z

This is a new original work, something that I am writing in honour of someone who has proved the definition of love and friendship to me. I dedicate this story to Patrick. He helped me find my quill again, and reads everything I write faster then I can type it. In him, I re-found my wonder of the written word, and peace to write my stories again.

This is for you, my love.

A full moon rose, illuminating a valley hidden from time. Clouds whispered through the canopy, teasing the boughs of the pine trees, spooking the ravens from their perchs. The flock took flight, cawing to the moon their displeasure. On the floor of the ancient forest, a silver head rose.

From a copse, a wolf stepped free of the shadows, striding silently onto the basalt mesa. Unfathomable intelligence glinted from eyes as icy as the glacier cradled in the mountains bosom, one furry eyebrow arching, as the wolf gazed at the moon.

A second wolf emerged from the brush, moonlight glinting along ebony fur. Emitting a soft growl, the black wolf paced toward the silver wolf, and with sigh, flopped down. After a moment, he nudged the other wolf, snuffling.

The silver wolf shimmered, and almost as if shaking water from the fur, the wolf disolved into a human female. She sat with silver hair streaming down her back in a cascade of glitter. She glanced at the black wolf, and buried her hand in his ruff, luxuriating in the soft fur.

"We can't stay here forever. Eventually, the others will find us." She tipped her head back, closing her eyes. She felt the power of the earth, the heat of the moon, and she sank into the well of power. Opening her eyes, she found herself clothed in leather pants, and a soft velvet shirt.

A growl made her look at her companion. She smiled as she saw the frown on his canine face. "No, I am NOT going to put my fur back on. You know we have to go back."

The wolf huffed, and climbed to his feet. Turning he stalked back to the forest, but was halted when she gripped his tail. "You know the rule, we go nowhere without each other."

The wolf sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment. Turning his head, he looked over his shoulder at her, and wrinkled his nose. She was serious. Snarling, he pulled his tail free and shook his fur.

A glimmer shaded the rock face as a six-foot tall man rose from the crouch of the wolf. Piercing blue eyes glared at the woman, who smiled at him, an impish gleam in her eye. Sighing, he formed clothing on himself and rotated his shoulders, easing into the feeling of being human again.

"Remind me again..." He glanced at his companion.

"It was the cost. In order to have the power back, we have to serve Her." The woman extended a hand, manifesting a leather coat in her hands. She tossed at him. "Think of it this way, Love. I promised that the next time I drug you from the forest, you would drive. And this time, we have motorcycles."

He grunted. "Is there an actual purpose to you dragging me from my furry contemplation of the moon?"

She grinned. "Indeed. One of your children is discovering magic."

His head swung up, pinning her with a look. "One of OUR children. Or should I say... great-great-great-grandchild." He snorted, glancing at the moon in longing. "You know, when I pledged myself to an eternity at your side, I envisioned at worst a nursing home, and at best, running wild through the woods. Not babysitting my descendants."

She smirked, "Well, someone has to look after the young ones. Or the Clan might lose the power."

"And their parents can't look after them, why?"

She stopped and glared at him. "You know perfectly well why." She closed her eyes for a moment. "Consider your childhood, being told magic isn't real. That is still the case. Moreso, because our grandson married a void."

"Void?" He looked at her perplexed.

Sighing, and grinning in resignation, "You would think, Canagan, that after a few hundred years of this, you might remember the terminology. She is Void of all magic. She does not believe and she does not carry the magic in her blood."

He snorted at his name. She had renamed him decades before, when they shed their human names. She called him Wolf Cub, always with laughter in her eyes. Once the difference in their ages was something considered odd.

He had renamed her Chridhe, for in every life, she was his heart. When he had chosen the name for her, she had gazed at him with tears shimmering in her eyes, and wanted to change his name to something more fitting. He refused, enjoying in a small way that he had affected her so deeply.

They never spoke of their former names, mostly reverting to terms of affection, or the title of Leanaan, lover. He grinned, considering his wandering mind. She cocked her head at him, raising a single silver eyebrow.

He grinned, and shrugged into his coat, pulling his gold glinted hair from the collar. He caught the flash of envy in her eyes as she compared her silver locks to his hair. He had never lost the color of his younger years. Her hair had gone silver many years before.

Grasping her about the waist, he pulled her against him, nuzzling her neck. "You should know perfectly well by now that I adore your height, hair color, eye color, and crappy disposition in the morning. Will you never be content with that?"

Chridhe smiled sheepishly. No matter how old she got... She could never shake the tiny urge to change her appearance. Of course, Canagan would just change it back. She leaned back against his chest, feeling his chin come to rest on her head. "There are some advantages to being human."

"Oh?"

"Hugs." Wriggling into his arms, she demonstrated, holding him close. "Shall we?"

Snickering, he kissed her forehead. "If we must."

Reply to Ayrki

2009-08-16T04:25:00Z

I don't believe in sibling rivalry.

Tristian MeME

2009-08-14T11:55:43Z

So, my entries into the rounds

Round 1.) List your five favourite fictional characters of your own creation and tell us about them; not simply their likes, but the qualities that *you* love or hate about them. Talk about the things they've enlightened you to, or the best part about writing them. What makes you proudest of your creation? Or, you can just ramble on and describe them for a while before saying why it is they're in your top five.

I honestly can only bring forth one character to the table. The others have all buggered off to the Caribbean for the summer, chasing pirates. The Character that I Meme today is a 2067 year old vampire. Well, technically she is 2059 at the moment and quite particular. M'Lila, or Malila as she prefers now, was a Gaelic slave, bitten in Ancient Rome, and had the intestinal fortitude to bite back.

A significant blood exchange occured, and she was reborn as a vampire. Her inner demon, Lyveska, was not very strong, and Malila overpowered her. She spent 500 years cutting a bloody swath, getting even with everything the Romanshad done, whether or not her victims realized this. Then she got bored, and began to experiment with being good.

I love the character of Malila because of what she represents to the Fandom. BtVS (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) is rife with hugely diverse and aged characters. But due to mythology, anyone under 1000 is stuck in this Archetype. You know, gloom, doom, trapped, stupid minions.

Malila came into existence, originally to be an ephemerial earth spirit to guide our hero. But the bitch has teeth. Malila is one of those characters that is the voice of the author in the story. She is mean, and cutting, and compelety dedicated to her goal. But at the same time, you can play with the wisdom and compassion that you would find in the Elder Female Character roll, while playing with the Ancient Amoral Evil-turned-Good character.

I hate how she always gets her way. I have tried to write her death a thousand separate ways, each one more wrenching then the last, and I hear her going "I've lived for 2000 years... do you honestly think THAT is going to kill me?"

Round 3.) For the future: we all have distant ideas of stories we want to tell and the people who will let us follow that path, the seeds of what will become an original character. Alternatively, you might also have an already drafted and developed character simply waiting for a story in which to debut. Which ever way it is, tell us about a couple of them and what it is that makes you keen to write them.

Eirrythia and Ethantian. These two are a seet of 8000 year old Elvin twins who decided to cross over into the human realm. Yet, to boot, they have the entire legacy of being the Crowned Heirs of their people, if they ever get done in this realm to go back. They are... close to my heart. They are witty, funny, and somedays, quite corporeal. I start to write their story, and I get non-linearly sidetracked. To date, I have 26 vignettes to tie into the main event, that has not even been written yet.

Meme: I Stoled it { Five Fictions That Changed Me}

2009-08-06T08:20:08Z

(ganked from Tristian)

What are the top five most memorable pieces of fanfiction that you've read over the course of your reading/writing 'career', that changed, influenced, or marked you in some way?

(1.) Evolution Vignettes, Lady Fig

I wrote it. How perfectly narcisstic of me. But for all intents and purposes this fiction has indeed changed a lot of how I approach writing, and indeed my own life. The reason I put this on here, is a few years ago I was trolling for a fiction, and I happened across this story. I was all caught up, and being twisted, and wondering what on earth can this author do next… and I went to write a note, requesting a continuation and had a dumb moment.

It was MY email address. I immediately opened my fiction file on the hard-drive and lo-and-behold, there it was. I was quite embarrassed. One does not usually read their own work and not recognize it.

The vignettes are rough, and never stinting on the pain. I think it was the first time I had ever took a step from the path of PC stories, and wrote something from my depths.

It was the first time I ever had a parental review, and it scared the shit out of my father. The commentations from readers were overwhelming. I was stunned. The first one was penned out after a near-molestation attack from a then-boyfriend whilst listening to Sting’s Thousand Years. Such a pivotal moment in who I was, and the first step I ever took in writing for the sake of writing.

(2.) Something Old Series, Ducks

I love what-ifs. That being said, what Ducks did was re-write an entire genre. When she first wrote the opening I remember receiving a feedback from her, telling me she loved the pairing of Spike and Faith, and she wanted to steal it. In those days, Buffy-authors were close knit, and very much a family.

When I read the scope of what she did, I quite literally sat there stunned. She hit highs and lows and impasses and solutions that were stunning to the mind. She commanded the characters as a general might, wringing every nuance of feeling and verve from this tapestry we all loved so well. BtVS fans can be horribly rabid, yet Ducks was reknowned for her work, and the fact that everyone agreed, she was one of our best.

(3.) Bitch Envy Archive, Tamara & Lex

The Evil Twins. You cannot have a list of pivotal fiction without mentioning these two. They took everything wholesome about Buffy, Roswell, SG-1, Charmed, and twisted it with glee. Things that would never cross your mind would happen.

It was like imagine your favourite fandom, and the characters are milling like peaceful sheep in the meadow. And then comes these two traipsing through with chain-saws.

The stories were shocking, and addicting, and somehow SO accurate to the characters. I still don’t know how, but never once did they mis-characterize anyone. They taught me that ANYTHING is possible if you possess a sick and demented mind capable of the unthinkable. And the unthinkable truly does an awesome story make.

(4.) Sins of the Father, Indie

Let me state, ANYTHING Indie writes is amazing. This one is for Anakin and Padme, and it tells a different story of Star Wars, and I find myself saddened that she has not finished. Truly, this is a story that must be read, to be grasped, http://starwars.indiefic.com/SotF/index.html

She, too, has an evil twin, Tango. It is hard to describe what makes these two so amazing, you must simply read of the fiction.

(5.) Smuck-Fest, The Author Knows Who They are

When someone can take the Smurfs and turn it into a porno, something like that stays with you. To this day, I watch the Smurfs with a smirk on my face.

Scary Thoughts Abroad.....

2009-06-04T05:33:56Z

All my life i have always tried to follow a basic maxim that all things happen for a reason. That there is a guiding pattern to the way that life tends to play out. It's easy to see if you know where to look. Whether it is a teacher grading a paper down that creates the next Tolkien, or a car crash convincing people to slow down, there is a meaning there.

I have examples from my own life that I can cite. From a Language Arts teacher telling me the Sci-Fi was limited as a backdrop, a reality that would never last, I learned that you write what you want, critics be damned. From a dear friend dying, I learned that hiding behind half-truths keeps you from really living.

But none of this certainty that there is a reason helps me right now. The theory is that there is a reason for everything, a pattern that guides all. I find codes in things, I can follow patterns. But this web that my life has woven has taken a shape that I am unable to fathom.

I swore once to never marry, because everything the damn institution stands for is distasteful to me. And yet, I found that I married, and the reasons I did so were to further the things I do believe in, I just happened to find myself in direct contention with the Government- after a fashion.

I basically am a stay-at-home wife. Not because of any laziness, or desire of my spouse to control me. It is because it is logically unsound to find a job at this juncture. He gets deployed in July/August. And he is away until later in June. Which means anytime that he is home is precious. It would be a definite imposition to an employer to allow me the time off. Therefore, not working allows me to facilitate his schedule.

Not that the inactivity is not driving me mad.

And yet, I am struck with the soul deep conviction that this is the right path. I am following the steps I was meant to. I just can not trace the web in its entirety. And at times, that scares me. Not that I am not in control, with that I made my peace long ago. Just more the realization that when I can't feel the pattern is when Life usually pulls the rug out from underneath me.

So I find myself tonight, praying to She whom I follow that She will protect him. And that She will guide me. And with the strength of my mind, and the reality of my twisted self, I might indeed fathom this web my life encircles.

Is it too late to buy a vowel?

What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?

2009-05-25T07:34:08Z

Your PB and J Says You're Adventurous and Accepting

Your eating style is gluttonous. If you like something, you're going back for seconds... no matter how full you are!

You have an average sweet tooth. While you enjoy desserts, they aren't exactly your downfall.

Your taste in food tends to be quite eclectic and wide. You are an adventurous eater, and you like many types of cuisines.

Admit it, you're a little trashy and low class at times. You're definitely more comfortable at a tattoo parlor than the theater.

You are a tough person who isn't afraid to live life fully. There isn't a lot that scares you.

Precise and controlled, you can be a bit anal retentive when it comes to how you like things. You're definitely a perfectionist.

What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?

snuffle

2009-05-23T17:28:17Z

So, i got whacked by Murphy. I had an altercation with a mouse, and now am sporting a knee brace and black-and-blue bruising, Patrick left at 130 am on Friday, and i have a cold.

You know, the colds where it takes over your sinus', makes you sneeze, throat hurts, and you produce enough phlegm to drown the planet... thats what has taken over my brain.

And i miss him....

bleh. Have to go sneeze again.

Robots Can't Sniffle

2009-05-15T12:29:38Z

So I had to go on base the other day to get some paperwork figured out. For those of you who don’t know, ‘base’ is Camp Lejuene, NC home of the Expeditionary Marine Forces… and kind of the bane of my existence.

Well, not quite. I have a love/hate thing with the USMC, but love is too strong of a word. Deciding to join the Marines was what gave Patrick the intestinal fortitude and concept of self enough to move out of his cocoon of misery, and realize what he wanted from life. And that in effect led us to each other. So… yeah

Anyway, I was getting final paperwork for Tricare, which is health insurance. We get to the office, and there is a packet that he needs to fill out, with some info from me. I am watching my dear spouse write in semi-bad handwriting, as his brain goes schizo… and I look at him, and go “Deceased? Something you're not telling me?”

He looks at me with the funniest queerest look I have a seen yet to date and looks down. The packet had a question, regarding the Sponsors military standing. Options being, Active Duty, Retired, Deceased, Reserves.

The Deceased box was directly below the Active, and the box was larger in size. Patrick claims it was just screaming out that the x was supposed to go there…

Damn, easiest question on the form…

Anyway, adjusting to married… everyone asks how I am doing on that. I tend to not understand the significance of this question. I am not living a high vaunted Married Life, I am living with Patrick. Which is blissfully normal, and more special than I ever imagined.

I think we argued a week or so ago. I got irritated, he was irritated, there was sniping… and then there was something else entirely :p. I don’t know. We tend to see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, that the irritation that pops up I think is purely for an aphrodisiac sense, then any actual expression of discontent.

It has crossed my mind once or twice, that the fact that we have short periods of face time, that maybe we sub-conciously subdue the malicious forms of friction…

We have noticed a couple of commonalities that thrill me when they pop up. He’ll be describing the reason he does something, and I finish his sentence. Like why you sleep better with comforter due to the weight of it… Eh, it goes on.

I bitch and whine about the fact that I am squishy, and lack of a tan. He glares at me, grumbles I am perfect the way I am, I frown and tell him he is biased. He grins, agrees and usually gives me one of the huge rib-cracking hugs, and I quite forget I was complaining a few minutes ago.

I have tried to piss him off, with comments… just to see how he reacts. Most of the time his ADD is prevalent and he looks at me with a clear face and says “I love you, have I said that today… what were you saying?”

So either I can’t piss him off, he knows me well enough that he can circumvent me, or he has a more spastic brain than me… Hmm probably all three in my case.

Sometimes… he reminds me of my mum. He will dislex-i-fy things, and though I translate them instantly, I usually dissolve into giggles. Ergo the title of this post.

But one things scares me.

I broke a promise. One to myself. I swore I would never break like I did years ago. And I am facing a potential that could very well happen. And I REFUSE to live as if it is already a forgone conclusion.

My mum made me promise something that morning, when I shattered. And the only reason I kept it, was people needed me. Owen needed a rock, mum needed something, Greg, Bert, Ali… that was why I kept it.

I was talking to Owen yesterday, and told him, that if ANYTHING happens, he was the wielder of the Duct-tape.

Cause someone made me promise… only unlike mum, he made me give my word. The one thing I don’t break…ever.

Yes I am being vague… cause no-one particularly needs me, not like he does.

So… game plan, everything goes fine, he comes back from the sand-box with a tan and over-active libido. And that is the only option. So what, I might have made some contingencies… sue me.

I am grumpy however…

Yes I just changed the subject, I don’t care if it was blatant…

He hurt his hand during grappling and crap… his finger is swollen all to fuck, and he can’t wear his wedding ring. Which makes me a crabby-kitty. Yeah, its just a ring… my ass. Maybe I should go make me some breakfast, rather then continue to ramble like a Cat-lady with curlers in my blue hair...

Hmmmm maybe I’ll dye my hair today….

What Big Cat Are You?

2009-04-10T04:06:10Z

You Are a Black Panther

You see through people. You understand others' motives and plans.
You have a knack for predicting the future. You just know what people are going to do.

People are attracted to you. You are naturally able to influence other people's thoughts.
You have the charisma to be a beloved guru or dictator. It's all about how you handle it.

What Big Cat Are You?

My day.....

2009-04-10T01:42:46Z

So i kinda had a girlie day. I took care of the hedge that WAS my hair, and the caterpillars masquerading as my eyebrows....

YAY to grooming....

I also got necessities for home... HORRAY microwave. And I got sniffies.. Bath & Bodyworks had a sale, buy three, get three free.... i smell purty now...

BUT, I just got done seeing what amounts to porn in my book. New movie... Vin Disel..... Nummy Charger.... /drool....... Go see Fast & Furious..... oh the cars.....

WHY THE HELL ISN"T THE HUBBY HOME

/grumble

What Type of Car Are You?

2009-04-02T03:16:38Z

You Are a Sports Car

You're a wild one! You love thrills, and you tend to be very impulsive.
You never quite grew up, and you have a very youthful spirit.

You're flashy and are a total showoff. You love to be noticed.
You are eager to take risks. You can be reckless at times... you feel immortal!

What Type of Car Are You?

Do You Need Therapy?

2009-04-02T03:15:02Z

There's a 75% Chance That You Need Therapy

You almost certainly need therapy. And there's nothing wrong with that.
Lately life has not been easy for you. Why not let a therapist help you sort things out?

Do You Need Therapy?

eirrythia @ 2009-03-30T03:01:00

2009-03-30T07:02:17Z

How much have you changed in 6 years?

Six years ago.....

1.) How old were you?: 20
2.) Where did you go to school? Nothing at the moment
3) Where did you work?: BSI
4.) Where did you live?: Niskiski Alaska
5.) Where did you hang out?:home
6.) Did you wear glasses? reading
7.) Who was your best friend(s): Owen
8.) How many tattoos did you have? none
9.) How many piercings did you have?: 6 in each ear
10.) What car did you drive?: 88 Dodge Van
11.) Had you been to a real party? nada
12.) Had You had your heart broken?: um yea

-------------3 years ago----------

1.) How old were you?:23
2.) Where did you go to school? Working full time
3.) Where did you work? Short Stop, UPS, and then Brookstone
4.) Where did you live?: kenai, Alaska & Newark, DE
5.) Where did you hang out?: home, azeroth
6.) Did you wear glasses?: nope
7.) Who were your best friend(s)? gail, james, Shannon, nate
9.) How many tattoos did you have.?: 2
10.) How many piercings did you have?: 3 in each ear
11) What car did you drive?: none
12) Had your heart broken?: several times
13. Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Single, blissfully

--------------------Today--------------------

1.) How old are you?: 26
2.) Where do you work?: no where currently
3.) Where do you live?: Jacksonville, NC
4.) Do you wear glasses?: reading
5.) Who are your close friends? Patrick, Ronnie, Diego, Brian
6.) Do you talk to your old friends?: sometimes
7.) How many piercings do you have?: 3 in each ear and tongue
8.) How many tattoos?: 3
9.) What kind of car do you have?: Hyundai Sante Fe
10.) Has your heart been broken?: yes
11.)Single/Taken/Married/Divorced?: Married

eirrythia @ 2009-03-30T02:51:00

2009-03-30T06:54:30Z

Anyways. The post! The Meme! Geekgrrllurking tagged my kitty ass on this one.
Tagged by Geekgurllurking. Tagging...Diz, Elaine, Figgles, and InspectorBoxer.
And without further ado…

Have you ever wondered what life would be like without your best friend?
Ouch. That is all that can be said. Ouch. Cause it fucking hurts. But the thing is, before it happened, I never wondered what it would be like. I never thought about it. But I can tell you this. Life without your best friend makes you paranoid. Cause you end up expecting them all to vanish. So, yea, Ouch.

Would you risk your life to save a random stranger who was in danger?
Before my current involvement, I would like to say yes. Now, I tend to consider what holes I leave behind should anything happen to me.

Does the topic of celebrities bore you?
Rather yes it does actually

Happy or sad?
Happy

Which is better: iPod, TV, or computer?
Computer! TVs are …bleh, and ipods are evil

Would you ever want to be a part of the army?
Almost joined the Army. But being married to a Marine is as close to being in the military I want to be.

Are you into screamo music?
Depends entirely on my mood.

When I say "Sodapop" what's the first thing that pops in your mind?
A kinky conversation I just had with a good friend of mine

When you feel sad, how do you relieve your feelings?
I bottle it up inside until the next time I see Patrick, then I hug him until it all goes away.

Do you like things just because your friends do?
Nah, I actually will decide to not like it just to spite them at times

If you came home with a tattoo, what would your mother say?
Yell at me if the artwork is bad

Are you in a relationship?
Um, yeah, ring on left hand…. Check, getting called ‘wifey’… check. I think that means I have one of them there relationship thing-mes

Do you own your favourite movie on DVD?
Yesh…yesh I do. Several of them in fact

Do you still own VHS?
Gotta get a new one. Mine died…. Bastard machine

Would you ever hug a stranger?
My family is strange… does that count?

Have you ever been threatened online?
ROFLMAO, yeah I have

Do you have any pets?
Yes. But he is being cat sat by me sisser

Markers or crayons?
MARKERS!!!!

Doughnuts or bagels?
OOO MOOSE IS LOOSE BAKERY… best donuts EVER

Which subject is your strongest?
Anything that was not of the math

Ever wonder if you're someone's everything?
Hmm…. Let me get back to you on that

Last song played more than three times?
Enya “Snow”

Last person to fall asleep with?
Patrick

Tie yourself to someone for a day, who is it?
Patrick

Last time you were really happy?
Talking to Patrick (seeing a theme)

Ever skip class?
Yea. Mummy helped

When do you want to die?
13^th of never

Marriage?
Said I never would, but look at me now… Married

Did you take a nap today?
Nah, slept until 1pm

Who got mad at you last?
Patrick

Last car you were in?
My sante fe

Last person to call you beautiful?
My husband

What color is your room?
White, icky white

Where are your parents right now?
Mummy is in Aus, Karl is in Aus, Dad is in Alaska

Could you use some sleep right now?
Sleep is for the week.

Does someone love you?
..maybe a few people

Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?
Oh hell yea!

Do you like to cuddle?
YES!

Have you ever made out against a car?
*grin* uh-huh

Have you ever kissed someone you weren't dating? [
Plead the fifth

Are you ticklish?
Maaaaybe

What's on your bedroom floor?
Scottish short sword

TAGGING : myownantihero camalus thellyntyn im_alex_inside jenncgf iryana

There are times I admit to being evil

2009-03-30T03:18:30Z

I have to admit it sometimes. The urge to be delightfully malicious causes me to giggle at the randomest times. And I will admit that tends to disturb people at times. Which adds to my entertainment. But seriously. Having that urge to do something that is this side of politically correct is a decadent treat.

My particular evil thought comes involving a few pivotal people from my semi-present, but more past.

I am not a fan of video games. I played the Atari and Super-NES as a kid, but other then an obsession with Soul Blade/Calibur/Edge, I tend to religiously avoid such things. In fact, Owen could share war stories about how I ranted and raved about his obsession with playing them.

Oh, yes there were days I wanted to murder him for playing games all damn day. And no, I am not saying I am sorry today, cause… well…. I don’t have to damnit.

*grin*

Anyway, I abhorred the way they ate away the time that could have been spent doing other things. And as many times as he told me that it was no different then watching TV, I was firmly of the opinion that there was NO WAY you could spend fulfilling time with a significant other.

I’ll admit it, I tended to look down on people who were addicted to video games. Cause they just ceased to exist. It reminded me of the Star Trek: Next Generation episode.

When I moved to Delaware, I expected my best friend, Shannon, to give up her obsession, and be my friend. Yeah, cause that was going to happen. And it became wildly apparent that unless I was pixel-lated, she had no time for me.

Both she and Steve spent HOURS in W.O.W. I would go visit and sit there, or watch them kill monsters, …thrilling.

So, I let myself get coaxed into it. I figured I would play along, and eventually, drag them from the realm of Azeroth.

Steve had an ulterior motive. He could not figure out anyway to ingratiate himself into my life, separate from Shannon. He tried to find out my hobbies, likes, anything. Mainly cause the boy was nursing a driving urge to get into my pants.

*snicker*

When he found out I was following my friend into the game, he jumped aboard like a crazy person. And once I was introduced to the game, he began to take advantage of game chats to work on seducing me.

Now, I am not an idiot, I could tell what he was doing, and to tell the truth, it was flattering and hilarious. I had not had someone quite that determined to hunt me before. So I settled in to enjoy his antics.

Therein lies part of my evilness. Yes, he was the current play thing of my “best friend”. But as far as I was concerned, she had done enough to break the trust. Besides, she told me straight up she didn’t want him anymore.

So, emboldened by lessons about myself I was taught by Owen and Bobby, I embraced the darker part of nature, and let Steve lay his “trap”.

The truly perverse and karmically baffling effect of this manuevre did not show up for a long period of time.

I did an under-handed thing to someone who was supposed to be my friend. And I ended up with a relationship with a fuck-buddy. But the amazing thing is, Steve by extension, and Shannon directly introduced me to my future husband.

Wicked.

See, in World of Warcraft, there are these dungeons that needed 40 people to defeat, and the most common way is within a guild. Well, at the time, the level cap was 60, and Shannon got me included in one of these guilds currently raiding these dungeons.

And if that were not enough, she directly told me to talk to certain person, and if I did one thing, he would look out for me.

Well, as history as shown, Demonwarrior likes the buff called Thorns. And as a druid I could give Thorns. And I did, and talk we did. And I found one of the best friends I have ever had.

Of course at the time, I was NOT aware of his age. … Yeah so I started talking to him when he had just turned 18.

But, he is older then his age a lot of ways, and he filled the cracks that were left in me. It seems ironic, and feels very comforting that when I found him he was the same age that Jon was when I lost him.

The two are similar, in the sense that they are tall, and I get away with nothing. But they are to completely different people who have healed my heart, and match my soul.

But my evilness is simple. I want to take a picture of me, and Patrick, with a SS of my character Sheyla, and his character Demonwarrior, and send it to Steve and Shannon, and thank them. Thank them for introducing me to my love. Thank them for their own twisted reasons for dragging me kicking and screaming into the world of online gaming.

Cause, I AM a gamer now, and as my husband and I have proven, you really CAN spend fulfilling time with someone you love while playing a video game.

Composure

2009-03-28T06:05:08Z

It is what i do.

I am sitting here, reading through things i have written. Some are stories i have not touched in years. Some are sagas that live in my head, never too far from my fingers and the keyboard i wield.

I had forgotten how much of myself i cloaked in my writing. The joys and sadness of my life at each point that i wrote the pieces i read. And i find myself making new parts of these journeys that i created. Its like they waited for me, loyal comrades awaiting my return to the path.

And i find that i can pick up the pieces of myself that i dropped over the years. Perhaps, for the first time in years, i might be made whole in my entirety. Who knows, but i walk into the darkness of my psyche, my laptop my companion and my stories the light of my mind.

BTW for those interested, Evolution has a new entry

What Kind of Soul Are You?

2009-03-11T04:08:01Z

You Are a Seeker Soul

You are on a quest for knowledge and life challenges.
You love to be curious and ask a ton of questions.
Since you know so much, you make for an interesting conversationalist.
Mentally alert, you can outwit almost anyone (and have fun doing it!).

Very introspective, you can be silently critical of others.
And your quiet nature makes it difficult for people to get to know you.
You see yourself as a philosopher, and you take everything philosophically.
Your main talent is expressing and communicating ideas.

Souls you are most compatible with: Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

2009-03-11T04:04:08Z

Your Birth Month Says You're Selfless

Tolerant and inspirational, you are wise beyond your years.
You are universally sympathetic and a great humanitarian.

Your soul reflects: Compassion, friendship, and secret love

Your gemstone: Citrine

Your flower: Chrysanthemum

Your colors: Dark blue, red, and yellow

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

What Do Your Initials Say About You?

2009-03-11T04:03:20Z

You Are Empathetic and Trustworthy

When You Are Comfortable:

You are open-hearted and harmonious. You are a giving person, and you are always willing to listen to people.
People find you to be incredibly kind, sympathetic, and loyal. You can always be counted on.

When You Are At Your Best:

You are a strong person. You're driven and assertive. Success is yours, as much as you want it.
People find you to be clever and spirited. You're a bit saucy too... delightfully so!

When You Are in a Social Setting:

You are well-read and well-informed. You have educated yourself a lot, and you have many deeply held beliefs.
People see you as candid and outspoken. You have an opinion on everything, and you don't shy away at making it known.

What Do Your Initials Say About You?

Where next shall if wander, where shall I roam

Reply to Mel

Fiction

Things Our Parents Teach Us

eirrythia @ 2009-08-28T10:06:00

New Fiction : (title under construction) part 3

New Fiction : (title under construction) part 2

New Fiction : (title under construction)

Reply to Ayrki

Tristian MeME

Meme: I Stoled it { Five Fictions That Changed Me}

Scary Thoughts Abroad.....

What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?

*snuffle*

Robots Can't Sniffle

What Big Cat Are You?

My day.....

What Type of Car Are You?

Do You Need Therapy?

eirrythia @ 2009-03-30T03:01:00

eirrythia @ 2009-03-30T02:51:00

There are times I admit to being evil

Composure

What Kind of Soul Are You?

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

What Do Your Initials Say About You?

snuffle