CLOTHESPINS

Sep. 23rd, 2017 03:05 pm[personal profile] klgaffney
klgaffney: a child's drawing of a house featuring text reading "home" (home prattle)
Being semi-domesticated has its moments of conflict. There are certain things I learned to do as a kid doing chores, and they involved certain tools. One of these things is hanging clothes on a line. Given the popularity of clothespins for cutesy farmhouse crafty stuff these days, I figured I should be able to get some functional ones, but NOPE.

The spring ones I saw looked like suspiciously flimsy crap and I refused to buy them. That was okay because I initially learned to hang clothes with the wooden round ones (that doubled as dolls for me sometimes with tissue paper dresses). I was initially pretty excited when I pulled them up on amazon. Except I noticed the ones they're making now are rough raw soft wood with a slit up the middle that can't possibly accommodate a clothesline and clothing. The annoyed comments from people that wanted to use them for their original intended purpose confirmed that. I need to be able to hang up my jeans, yo.

So I went on eBay and found someone selling real clothespins that wasn't asking for an arm and a leg in exchange. That's right, I went and ordered myself some damn functional old school round clothespins. The slit is wider and the bottoms flare out in a curve. Those are the real working clothespins that will hold your stuff on the line even if the wind blows.

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MY CLOTHESPINS HAVE ARRIVED. I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THIS. ABOUT CLOTHESPINS. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. REAL CLOTHESPINS. LIKE MY GRANDMOTHER'S. AND MY MOM'S BEFORE MY MOM MOVED TO A FANCY COMMUNITY THINGY THAT'S TOO GOOD FOR CLOTHESLINES (TBF THEY ALSO LIVE ON THE SIDE OF A RAVINE NOW SO A CLOTHESLINE WOULD PROBABLY BE A LIABILITY)

I'm going to go hang up whatever of my Victorian gear and 50's swing dresses that didn't get ruined at MiL's. BYE.
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I just went through a new Elizabeth Wein book in 24 hours flat. *glows* The Pearl Thief is set in 1938 and features a fifteen-year-old, bisexual-as-fuck Julie Beaufort-Stuart.
darthneko: World of Warcraft Anduin Wrynn ([fandom] wrynn determination)
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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darthneko: World of Warcraft Anduin Wrynn ([fandom] wrynn determination)
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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morning writing

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:23 am[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: World of Warcraft Anduin Wrynn ([fandom] wrynn determination)
(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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US politics

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:33 am[personal profile] cesy
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Hope not Hate is coming to the US, to counter the rise of international hate groups. American friends, you can sign up here.

a couple brighter spots

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:25 pm[personal profile] lireavue
lireavue: A section of the Preludia from the Bach Partita in E, text "rests are imaginary" between two staves. (rests are imaginary)
*It is fucking amazing how much the right setup makes for fiddle playing. I just. Wow. I knew it was bad before, but I've honestly spent my ENTIRE violin playing career dealing with stuff that wasn't Quite Right because I have a rather long neck compared to how long most shoulder-rest manufacturers seem to think the default is. And now I have one that's basically infinitely adjustable depending on how my muscles are yelling TODAY and it's so. much. better.

No of course I didn't break out the old Haydn concerto what do you take me for.

...that's tomorrow. Today I broke out the Bach Partita.

*Our new all-clad skillets are fucking amazing.

*...I am SURE there was something else specific to today that went here but I lost it, so instead: I just wandered through my list of crafts projects and lo and behold I DO in fact have 3-5 stitching projects that don't take a lot of setup, which will be RATHER crucial to my sanity as there's only so much of the lace mesh for bottle holders I can take. Or the garter for the straps.

*One of these days I might ever get back to participating in politics instead of skimming my feeds in horror, but it is not this day and the rest of the month isn't looking so fucking good either. I just can't, with a whole lot of shit right now, which is SO not helping any of the mental stuff but at the same time... I kinda really have to prioritize keeping me and mine from totally losing our shit? So.

morning writing

Sep. 19th, 2017 09:37 am[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: World of Warcraft Anduin Wrynn ([fandom] wrynn determination)
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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*facehands*

Sep. 18th, 2017 10:54 pm[personal profile] lireavue
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I would like to be done with having this broken-ass excuse for a brain ANYTIME okay.

Things, in no particular order.

*I am apparently losing about a month to PTSD and the resultant depressive spiral/anhedonia/miasma of Awful. Thus far, a month. Who the fuck knows how much longer: I FEEL like I might be climbing out, somewhat, but I honestly don't know, and every time I think I'm starting to get a grip something else comes along to knock me over again? So I'm just acting like it's NOT going to end and applying the appropriate coping mechanisms. It's immensely frustrating.

*Despite this I'm slowly, slowly picking up weaving terminology and I know where to go for lessons, so that's something, I suppose.

*At some point I'm probably going to have a BUNCH more awkward conversations that amount to "no he's also an asshole" and I am very tired of these conversations. I would like to skip to the part where we admit there is abuse and now we figure out how to handle it.

*Jag talked me into watching all of The Defenders in two days and now I want all the femmeslash fic ever. SO MANY POSSIBILITIES, YOU GUYS.

*I would probably feel a fuck of a lot better in the overall if I could convince myself that exercise was a thing, even in the most minimal way possible, but I am TOTALLY out of spoons for convincing myself of new shit after dragging myself through routines on a daily basis, AND it's supposed to be disgustingly hot the rest of the week. Especially for September, but generally as well: turn on the AC kind of hot. Maybe I'll try and get my brain convinced that wandering out to the playground picnic table and sitting at a pokestop with some knitting is a good idea in the morning, some day this week. I don't even fucking know.

*There probably should be a few more things here but every time I try to write an entry it all falls out of my head because, see aforementioned broken-ass brain, and also it's nearly 1130 and I've taken my melatonin, so I should probably try and sleep.
klgaffney: (tail twitch.)
At least it is here in these Northeastern United States. You may recall from previous adventures that this home is fuckin' full of arachnids. Do not fear, there will be no photos in this post. I am cutting it ANYWAY. )

So...yeah. I have used up all my tolerance. I have nearly dropped two writers from my reading circle over uncut spider photos. I am back to alternately Staring at everything in an obnoxiously hypervigilant fashion or carefully not looking at Anything, because I think if I find another fucking spider Where There Must Not Be A Fucking Spider I will lose my last shit, punch everyone, kick all the tables over, set shit on fire, grab my rum and move to the gods-fucking-damned Moon, where I will drink rum and give Earth the fucking finger for the next decade, until some grizzled old Earthling Commander informs me that I have to come back and destroy a gang of evil terrorist spiders because apparently I am the only one who draws them out.

Fuck you, spiders.
klgaffney: young black punk rock girl with shaved head, green devilock and guitar. (punk's not dead.)
More bad news, so I'm indulging in wine and escapism via fic.

Stone & Fen/pre-Z-Corp (reboot 'verse): "Davy Meets The DisOrganization Pt 1" - Stone, Adavidarian, various members of The DisOrganisation. [community profile] origfic_bingo prompt: Adventures. 544 wds. Gen.

Context: It is 1979 and Stone had previously agreed to do a job for Mark because he's bored and misses his old life (just not enough to go back to it), teenage pre-Z-Corp Adavidarian (Davy) wants to know what they're doing but his big brother has already said he's not to be involved and Stone likes living, despite all evidence to the contrary. Davy is determined to pry it out of him regardless and has, as literally nobody is shocked to discover, resorted to becoming annoyingly stalkery about it because adolescent faery humanoid dragon-boys are not known for their social skills even when they don't happen to be the legendary Aggirach.

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klgaffney: a cropped picture of an old fashioned typewriter's keys. (this thing of ours.)
Am alternating back and forth between the [community profile] origfic_bingo card and the [community profile] ladiesbingo card. Hopefully there's not too much evidence of the ongoing battle with words and lack of experience with these particular characters.

Stone & Fen/Indirect Force: "The Investigator" - Lindy Hop, Soloni, mentions of Luce. [community profile] ladiesbingo prompt: Early Morning. 1903 wds. Flashback fic of reboot character. Completely Gen.

Summary/Context: Aliases are a complex matter for sidhe. Back in 1971, Indagatrix (Investigator) Lindy Hop has a chat with Soloni right before leaving Faerie for a historic UC mission involving a long-term stay in an industrialized city in the human world in order to track a particularly persistent and frustrating rumor of a sidhe unsub involved with Organized Crime (think federal levels of deep undercover work, but at the International Space Station, if the ISS was a city. Or the Mars, for that matter.). Soloni previously appeared in Random Exercises Featuring The Indirect Use of Force: The Lady Liar. When she not playing the grifter in a faery Leverage team, she is a high-ranking operative of the Sgathan, the Rian's shadowy, mirror-wielding left hand.

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Art Study Refs

Sep. 15th, 2017 11:43 am[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: art supplies ([art] lifeblood)
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)

Goodbye Cassini

Sep. 15th, 2017 09:41 am[personal profile] klgaffney
klgaffney: cropped detail of medieval manuscript (illuminated)
Cassini has completed its mission at Saturn. As predicted, the spacecraft lost contact with Earth at 4:55 a.m. PDT (7:55 a.m. EDT).

Cassini was launched back in '97 (I was in college); it was the first spacecraft to enter Saturn's orbit back in 2004 (We'd moved back to Jersey from Sacramento and Mousie started school).

Back in April, Cassini provided one of my new favorite space images--Earth as a bright little dot between Saturn's rings.

There was one taken in July that they processed as a natural color image and it is spectacular (and if I can locate one without the annoying intrusive "we are here" arrow it will be my new desktop).

There are certainly more spectacular, rare and dramatic finds in Cassini's photo gallery, but that's what struck me on a particularly rough day, and the images lingered in my imagination after.

Cassini lacked the power to return, and there were concerns of it crashing into and contaminating either one or more of Saturn's moons (which might possibly have conditions that could support life) and/or damaging Saturn's delicate ring system, so the safest and most reasonable solution was to let the craft burn up in Saturn's atmosphere. So long Cassini, and thanks for all the pics.

[edit: The original sans arrow is in the photo journal, but it's not a good format for desktop, unfortunately. It might work for my Nook tho.]

morning writing

Sep. 15th, 2017 09:19 am[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: World of Warcraft Anduin Wrynn ([fandom] wrynn determination)
(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.

morning writing

Sep. 14th, 2017 08:33 am[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: WoW - Pandaren ([fandom] lorewalker)
(Continued directly from first and second posts)

Dragging in a ragged breath from somewhere, Ren slid the straps of the carrier off his shoulders, pulling it and both boys around to where he could wrap his arms around them against his front. "/Ling, Den, this is your uncle, Hardwire./" He took another breath, the taste dry and sour in his mouth, and dared to look up and meet his cousin's eyes. "/They're mine./"

Whatever the too-fast beat of his heart was trying to brace for - anger, rejection, condemnation - not even the shadow of it appeared. Hardwire's ears spread wide in astonishment, but his cousin leaned in with a low, soothing rumble to scent both boys, inhaling over their small ears. When Den, in an uncharacteristic fit of bravery, reached up to tug at the thick fur of his cousin's beard, Hardwire only chuckled and lifted the cub easily out of the carrier, boosting the boy up to his shoulder where Den clung, wide eyed, to Hardwire's topknot.

"Hear that?" he announced to the room at large, which of course they had but without any understanding of the Pandaren words. "I'm an uncle!"
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evening writing

Sep. 13th, 2017 08:53 pm[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: WoW - Pandaren ([fandom] lorewalker)
(Continued directly from the last one)

The guard was laughing softly, the sound not unkind. "Never seen a human before? Well, fair enough, I've never seen one of your race travel with them so young. Cute little balls of trouble, aren't they? Reminds me of my own when they were that small." He handed Ren back his papers, with a visitor's week pass bundled with it. "If you need longer, just come back to have it renewed."

"Thank you," Ren said stiffly. The furless races were notoriously bad at reading body language in those with fur but habit and the gritted force of his grinding teeth kept Ren from displaying more than a backwards twitch of his ears, despite how the word 'trouble' had made his stomach drop. The man's tone was kindly, though, and he spared another smile and wave to Ren's cubs, a gesture that was echoed by the other guard, and then Ren whistled to their turtle and they were through the gate and into the city proper.
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klgaffney: very finely detailed carving of a Scandinavian lion in gold. (4th: the lucky one; son of the sun)
Beware, I've got 2 bingo cards and I know how to use them. Responses will take any form that I feel like giving, whether it's visual or writing or worldbuilding or something else.

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Stone & Fen: "Lèse-majesté" - Stone, Fen, Slit, The DisOrganization. [community profile] origfic_bingo prompt: Beauty.

1647 words of Stone being as real as he'll likely ever get re: his appearance and choices relating thereof--at least where he was mentally when he first went punk (okay most of the words are about that; there are tangents because Stone).

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Morning writing

Sep. 13th, 2017 09:39 am[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: WoW - Pandaren ([fandom] lorewalker)
Just a short bit today! This is set much much earlier than the wedding bits I've been writing - back when Varia was 3, the twins were 2, and the quadruplets weren't in existence yet, and despite 3 cubs between them Anduin and Ren were not currently A Thing, and everything was Very Awkward.

The Dwarven district was mercifully quieter than the human filled Trade area of the city, the primary sounds being the clang of metal and wheeze of bellows from the forges. It was also very near the Pandaren enclave, pressed right to the rear gates of the great Stormwind walls, and the bored guards stationed there barely gave Ren a second glance.

His original identification papers from the Alliance, years old, gave them more of a pause, the senior guard raising a brow and looking Ren over with a curious eye that lingered on his Pandaren robes and the baskets of gear fastened to the saddle of his turtle. "Trader?" he guessed. "This district's market is in two days. You'll be wanting to talk to Mistresse Edelai, she can get you a booth, and the Pandaren can stable your beast out at the lake."

Ren opened his mouth to reply, the Common words coming slow and awkward to his tongue after too long dormant, but the larger basket strapped to the front of the saddle answered for him when his eldest, tiring of observing quietly with wide eyes from between the woven reed, scrambled out. Ren caught him on reflex, plucking the cub up onto his lap before Ling could spill himself right over the edge of the carrier. "/Da,/" the cub cried, bouncing on Ren's knee in excitement, and Ancestor's have mercy, he was down to nothing but fur and a diaper cloth again, his robe crumpled in the bottom of the carrier where the cub had squirmed out of it. "/Da, here? Humans?/"
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Creative Things

Sep. 12th, 2017 10:35 am[personal profile] darthneko
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Things I need to do: The Crossover/Fusion exchange fic, which is off to a rocky start because I mixed up whether the requester had asked for Avatar or Korra. I had a great bunny for Korra, but the requester wants Aang's gang, so now I need to rework. Fortunately it's a 1k minimum exchange, and honestly, I just need to pick a scene and write it because I'm contractually incapable of writing a scene in less than 1.5k. =P (due - Oct 2)

Things I am going to attempt to do: Inktober and Nanowrimo. Do I have any idea what I'm doing for either? NOPE. But I'm not going to let that stop me. My Patreons can expect to be deluged with random inked drawings in October, which hopefully might make up for my radio silence during the whole moving house mess.

morning writing

Sep. 12th, 2017 10:17 am[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: WoW - Pandaren ([fandom] lorewalker)
The silk master stepped back, clapping her hands in delight like a girl half her age, her smile brilliant. "Yes," she said, pleased. "Yes, that will do."

Which was his cue. Ren turned - slowly, the shuffle of his feet careful and mindful of the length of his robes - to face the tri-fold mirror that took up most of the far wall.

The Pandaren in the reflection... wasn't him.
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psa

Sep. 11th, 2017 10:49 pm[personal profile] lireavue
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I just tidied up my access list from back when people on LJ might ever migrate over here; those days are since ended. I'm pretty sure I didn't revoke access for anyone accidentally, but if you can't see the post immediately before this one and you think you should be able to, now would be the time to mention it.

*faceplants*

Sep. 11th, 2017 03:21 pm[personal profile] lireavue
lireavue: A red-haired woman in a black dress, playing violin while leaves swirl around her. (Default)
And now we're in the throes of an extended-family medical emergency so I will just... be absent awhile, probably.

Make it stoooop.

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Sep. 11th, 2017 10:12 am[personal profile] darthneko
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In RL news, we unpacked the kitchen this weekend. YAY! There are real dishes and silverware (barring the soup bowls which I know are in a plastic tub with blankets, but I'm not sure where the tub is) to eat off of, and real pans to cook with, and I made massaman curry in the crock pot last night. Then we charged up the lawnmower, figured out how to assemble it, and tried mowing the grass.

.....AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, no. =____= The poor lawn mower managed roughly 5 sweeps of the smaller side of the yard before it gave up, battery out of charge, and the grass still ankle deep in places (down from the knee deep it started at). =P I've got a call out with a local handyman/yard guy to see what he'd charge for just taming the whole yard down to a level where I can actually maintain it with a normal size lawnmower, because our grass is reaching ridiculous levels.

Then we misplaced one cat for a few hours which gave us fits and heart attacks hoping she hadn't gotten outside while the mowing was going on. Nope - snuck downstairs into the storage room, little brat, and was hiding out on the yarn shelves tucked into piles of yarn. *facepalm*

Now that the kitchen is unpacked, my next task should be attacking the clothing situation, get everything hung up and put away so the cats stop burrowing into all my laundry. Then I will see if I can round up enough spoons by this weekend to start sorting book shelves and books.

the morning's writing

Sep. 11th, 2017 10:07 am[personal profile] darthneko
darthneko: WoW - Pandaren ([fandom] lorewalker)
Because I'd like to post more, and things don't have to be polished and finished, and I just need to get back into the habit of not self-censoring like that. So here! Have a bit of a scene, set far forward in my OC WoW verse where Anduin is totally shacked up with two Pandaren. And then someone pointed out the King really needed to make things official...

Pre-Wedding

"I'm not allowed to kill that pompous, senile, yak shit for brains waste of breath, am I?" Ren growled, kicking the door to the royal apartments closed behind him.

"No," Anduin responded immediately from where he was sitting on the deep window seat in the last dregs of the afternoon sun. Varia, who was sitting on a foot stool in front of her father while Anduin fixed her braid, chimed in with an echoed "no" and Ren bit his tongue and groaned.Read more... )

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