the reincarnation of andraste

i have so many thoughts clunking around in my head

Mostly things I want to write.

Behemoth II: Behemoth Harder has 7000 words, which is something of a miracle for me. I’m still not confident of my ability to pace a story, mostly because I’ve only written one thing that’s novel length before (the Behemoth). The trouble with B2:BH is that I need to create this enemy. THIS ENEMY I TELL YOU. It is mostly inspired by the ideas of dark matter and dark energy, so I’ve been reading up on those in my spare time. Thank goodness I kept my college astronomy book. Super super helpful, that. Dark matter and energy is super cool. But, mostly, I want to know what the hard science is before I laugh at it, throw it out the window, and then do whatever the hell I feel like doing because Marvel universe.

As far as original fiction, there is:

The story about the wizard and the prince. It’s horribly cliched, but I think it would be a good light, fluffy, market-breaking young adult novel. Should I ever write it. It requires more thought. Less world building, though, than the other two. This one actually has a title. Three titles even. Gasp: TRILOGY.
The story about the desert nomad chica, the antelope beastlady (ANTELOPE), and the beastlady’s toady servant boy. This story requires so much world building that it’s incredibly daunting, but I’m making headway. I’m playing with the mythology of the place right now, in so much as the entire planet was once ruled by two power hungry sisters. They created the beastmen to be their slave force. After the downfall of human society, the beastmen became the dominant race on the planet, and they believe their race was created by the Sun and Moon (the two sisters). That’s about where the truth in their religion runs out. Good times.
Abramelin, the third story, is pretty dark. Probably a stand alone novel, but it would be a looong stand alone. Essentially, everyone can do little magic spells. Magic itself can be learned but requires focused study and contracting with spirits. The stronger the spirit, the stronger your supplemental magic supply. Warlock supremacists are everywhere. Which is funny. Because anyone can be a warlock. But they’re like “Nooooooo~ooo~ only the elite~”

So. Things in Reg’s head. /word vomits all over tumblr; goes to work

I am officially 1200 words into the project that is code named Behemoth 2: Behemoth Harder

This is entirely for my own personal amusement - and for the amusement of those who know what I’m talking about (that is, I wrote my first novel length anything last summer that clocked in at 80,000 words [hence, the nickname: the behemoth] and now I’m writing a sequel to it that will probably blow chunks everywhere).

80,000 words never seemed further away than it does now. ;;w;;

More goddamn feels. I just. Have been having a lot of feels. And I miss my sister, and so I vomit out this. This part guest-starring Emily Dickinson and Reg’s poetry boner, and a lot of angry sadness. A lot of angry sadness.

Also a peacock.

Death, Be Not Proud

One day, I’ll get back to reblogging shit I like. For now, more catharsis fic, guest starring Kaidan and Thane. This, um. Has turned into more than I meant it to. But it’s helping me with my feels a lot, so. Self-indulgent fanfiction, ho. And these two parts are pretty self-indulgent. I’m writing this for feels coping, but I hate writing myself.

Death, Be Not Proud

Today was not a good day. So more self-destructive fic. My boner for poetry emerges again. Manda was always bad about reading to the end of poems.

Death, Be Not Proud

More wildly self-destructive fic from Reg. This is so not what I wanted to write and doesn’t even begin but I kept crying so it is what it is.

Death, Be Not Proud

Another night of self-destructive behavior from Reg. 8D Might go somewhere with this, might not.

Death Be Not Proud
A Mass Effect ficlet thing featuring Commander MandaShep, and RegShep on the side.

Have you ever written something that wasn't fanfic? Even if it wasn't finished?

barbeauxbot

Oh the projects I have started but never finished. I’ve mentioned in passing that I’m bad at finishing things. I like the start of a project, because there are so many possibilities. I hate the end of something, because that closes off all the possibilities that once existed. For this reason, I’m notoriously bad at finishing video games. I get to the final boss and then… I stop. SO.

Some story about dragons from when I was in elementary school: I can’t remember what it was called, but it starred an orphan cat-girl, a mated pair of shapeshifters whose names employed a lot of apostrophes, a Panthro expy, and a few other people. One of them died, and it was very sad. But it was like… 80 pages, and I was so impressed with myself.

Moonless Age: Something that’s been brewing for years, but I think I lack entirely the ability to tell this story. It’s about a woman named Reina and (if done right) would be a trilogy that starts with her discovering that she’s ~*~magic~*~ and end with her grandchildren. The second story has no plot, and I don’t think I have the ability to write the first and do it any justice. So I’m not. Yet. One day. I also need to better define the system of magic in that world, as well as a group of godlike beings called Keepers.

An unnamed venture into urban fantasy: A story about a girl and boy who fight demons. I haven’t gotten much further than that, other than the angelic hierarchy is actually a business model for the dissemination of assignments. This is a product of some of the nightmares I’ve had over the years.

An unnamed post-apocalyptic sci-fi thing: This, like most of my stories, has a world and characters, but no plot. I’m so bad at plot. So far, there was a war, the world exploded, someone discovered not!nuclear fusion, 80% of the population either died or turned into monsters, and those monsters run around the planet turning the not!monsters into monsters by bleeding on them. Or they just eat you. About 1% of the remaining population has some kind of monster immunity and yeah. No plot.

The only novel-length anything I’ve finished is a Thor fic I affectionately refer to as the behemoth. I wrote it over the course of two months for a kink meme fill (so of course it’s genfic), and I still don’t understand why people like it. o-o

Some stupid self-indulgent fic. I was going to go somewhere with this, but then I decided Greagoir as the POV character didn’t work, I felt weird writing about me and Manda, and just gave up. I have too many feels to do this. But if you’re interested in what Reg means when she says “self-indulgent fanfiction,” here’s a run around. It’s awful. You should ignore it.

Title: Methods
Rating: PG
Summary: Anders seeks help from an old friend. They disagree spectacularly.
Word Count: 2,187