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6th-Oct-2011 01:40 pm
cridecoeur: (Default)
So in addition to planning for NaNo this year, I have also apparently decided I am sick of trying to make the dual narrative of Under the Beautiful Star work and have instead, uh, started to write it as a novel told entirely in poems. I lay full blame for this on The Alphabet Conspiracy, which got me interesting in the idea of a novel told through poems in the first place. It is going... okay, it's strange, ngl. Some excerpts: )

IDEK how this is going to work out, I really don't. /o\
21st-Jun-2011 01:28 pm - big bang, wot
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Finally decided on my OBB fic! (I think. God, I've decided on it like four times now at least.) It is currently sitting round about 7000 words. I'm thinking it's going to be somewhere between 25-30,000 before it's finished because apparently I have no setting between 500 words and tl;dr. Granted that's only novella length. But I would just like, one time, for my fic to fall neatly around 10,000 words, when that's all I need.

The story is a space dragon 'verse au - the original au, in fact, before I abandoned it to write a number of increasing stupid other spage dragon au stories. It was just supposed to be rom com but then Nicholas started being haunted by a former comrade in arms he failed to save, and his role as a psychopomp (much like the actual space dragon story) came back into play, and he started having premonition-type dreams about Peter, and now it is like... I don't even know. Weird. But hopefully in a good way! I mean, I think it is in a good way. I'm just hoping other people will, too.

Also, I am 100% doing a director's cut of this story because I loved when people used to do those (it was a real trend for a while there - at least in the communities I frequented - and then people just dropped it) because I think one of those would actually benefit it. Plus I've just always wanted to do one. So there's that.

Although the fact that I actually am doing a fic for OBB probably means I won't finish the lesbian horror story in time for HBB. But I will be happy if I manage to finish just one of them on time. The OBB looks like it has a better chance, over all. So that is what I am doing.

tl;dr YAY BIG BANG.
cridecoeur: (i'm not here to save you)
So basically I have written the most annoyingly formatted scenes in the history of creation. And now I am giving them to you! This is the revamped first novel in the space dragon universe, and in revamping I apparently lost my mind and thought, hey! In the original novel it's half-told through footnotes, because the narrating character is psychic, and the story is two-leveled, I should do that here, but in, like, a style that suits Nikolao!

Ha ha ha ha, what have I created, etc. If it weren't for rich text formatting I would have wept profusely trying to format this. I am madly, deeply, truly in love with the rich text feature. (I should be proposing any day now.) I suddenly understand how people do awesome things with footnotes! Wow!

title: the ghost in my mouth
author: [personal profile] cridecoeur/[personal profile] dextrocardiac
prompt: prompt #173 for [community profile] stayintheroom and lost colony for [community profile] parthenon. i, uh, kind of twisted the prompts to my own nefarious ends.
rating: pg-13
pairings: um, this story will eventually be nikolao/pipra, but pipra's like ten in this one. so, basically, none.
warning: subscripts. lots of them. for real.

There's... really no good quote to take for this. Read on, I guess! )

The man who mistakes divinity for superstition
has made a fatal mistake."
Nikolao Luchjo

The drumbeats[1] (120 beats per minute, rapid, leading through the final stages of dying) were audible even as we stepped from the drop ship. The night was humid and hot – even after dark there is little escape from the heat, during Amah’s summers – and as Dioscorus stepped from the ship beside me, he grunted in surprise.

“Still not used to it,” he said, when I slanted him a look. “Never been anywhere this hot.”

“You’ve had three years,” I said, “I’d suggest you adjust.”

Dioscorus grunted, again, and walked away without any further reply. I sighed and followed behind him (in the distance voices were raised to singing, adding another tone, higher frequency, stimulating the higher mind) and behind me came Vespera and Venka, Vespera already suffused with white light, Venka shifting to long lean muscle[2], Jejohil Temol (54 stretches per hour, mottled, rippling green to hide among the brush). We had not landed far from the camp, just far enough for the rest of the Tijojil not to be disturbed by our landing. Soon I could clearly make out their shapes, thrown by firelight.

“Vespera,” Dioscorus said, and she nodded and went ahead of us. As she broke from the scrublands, into the circle, cries were raised, before a sudden silence was thrown over them, as Vespera’s innate light soothed them to mind-blankness (veritable mass hypnosis, patently unbelievable until I met her) .

We broke from the shadows and into the circle, passing blank-faced dancers and drummers, to where a man lay (breathing thready, weak – we had little time before he came up, soulless and mindless, trapped between worlds, undying). in the center on a pallet woven of river reeds. Beside him sat a small child, neither obviously male nor female (womanly curves at their hips, flatness at chest, leanness in musculature, and delicacy in facial features) with the soft haze of light about their head that signified one who traveled to Zejohus Mbuol, the Dying Lands, to heal fractured souls.

“Cefus Aru!” I said, shocked into indiscretion[3].

Dioscorus looked at me in a way that said, quite clearly, that I was lucky it was only he and Venka and Vespera who had heard me[4]. I was careful not to apologize, simply turning back to regard the child, taking a deep breath (trembling somewhere in my chest). Their eyes were closed, seeing into another world, but their face was expressive, radiant. I took another, steadier breath.

“I’m going,” I said and hesitated only a moment before crossing the distance and crouching down to sit beside them. I looked at their face a final time (trying to memorize features that would, no doubt, change in Zehojus Mbuol, making the attempt rather futile) before closing my eyes and reaching for my heartbeat and the world behind it.

#

I traveled down the roots of the brush land, through a tunnel of packed-dirt walls and emerged on a red-rock mesa, where above hung the planets and stars (overlarge, hanging close, an impossible gravitation had Zehojus Mbuol played by the otherwise unbendable laws of the universe). Astoo was not immediately visible, and so I called for her, ending on a shrill whistle. A sudden flutter of wings and she was beside me (a bird, small in size, feathers riotously purple and red, wing span no more than two hands across) twittering and dipping her head. She turned once in the air, then darted off, wings fluttering, and I was quick to shift (four-legged muzzled, 32 stretches in an hour, pure white, an unsuited predator for the mesa, had my intention been to hunt or hide) following her.

“Hurry, hurry,” she said, “He’s going to wake up,” and I pressed my lean muscles for all they were worth, stretching long over the mesa, running hard.

We came upon him in the sudden way things happened, here, and I shifted to a halt, claws biting into the dust. He spirit was not old or decrepit like his body had been, but spry with youth, timeless. A child held on to one of his hands, clearly neither boy nor girl, the same Twice-Born who had sat beside him in life (features hardly shifted, as if they did not play by the usual rules of World-Walkers). Beside them sat Jortur (four-legged, long-necked, ornately horned, coat the color of rich earth) watching with an unnerving intensity.

The child blinked up at me, several times, before smiling and swinging the arm they were holding.

“It’s okay,” they said. “He’s better, now. You can take him.”

Astoo circled several times, twittering. “Be quick,” she said, and I shifted again, back to my common form, standing up from where I crouched among the rocks. I closed the distance between us in two strides, only stopping when bare inches separated the spirit and I, looking into his eyes. I set one hand on his cheek, his form cool to the touch, leaning closer so that my lips nearly touched his ear.

“E hepus gosen,” I whispered. “Fummus en, ‘A cefus hepur oc.’” and then I kissed him firmly on the mouth, sealing the words between his lips. He vanished, entirely (his spirit for the gates, his next life buried under his skin). I stepped back, closing my eyes, tipping my head back and breathing out the smoke that filled my lungs.

When I looked down again, the Twice-Born child was watching me through big, blue eyes, smiling. He reached out with the hand that had held the spirit’s, only to take mine, turning it palm-up, and touching a curious finger to the blood-red crystal imbedded in my palm.

“U cefus temol,” they said and then bent down to kiss my palm, directly over the crystal. My body was suddenly filled with such heat, felt as if it had been split so wide open that I crumpled to the ground, one arm across my stomach as if trying to hold in my guts. I gasped, feeling my mind blossoming open, suddenly, thoughts visible, spiraling, written clearly across the air. The child reached out to touch them, smiling wider, then closed their eyes and thought, my name is Pipra, clearly, in my own mind.

The pain vanished, suddenly, leaving only the noise of a fresh link between us, thoughts spiraling around each other, intimate.

Cefus Aru,” I said and was suddenly flying back, upwards, through a dirt-packed tunnel, along the roots of the brush-land, Pipra beside me, with me, to the Living World in which our bodies waited for us.



[1] Now that they think I do not come for them my people have taken to using their drums to try to lead the dying through to the other side. If they had chance to ask me I would have told them that such efforts were futile. Only the words I kiss between their lips can lead them through to the next life.

[2] She had, at least, activated her personal shield, first. Perhaps she had actually learned from the darts she had taken in our first trip to the camps. Near death experiences did seem to be the only thing that would teach Venka a lesson.

[3] I had been entirely ignorant that one of the Tijojil had birthed a Twice-Born, an event which had not happened in well over 200 years. I could hardly fathom what that meant for my people and, more importantly, the course of the war and the survival of the resistance.

[4] The LimmilI took ill any reminder of my heritage and the goddess I had supposedly renounced.

15th-Jun-2011 11:51 am - lalo; scene five; 5 pages
cridecoeur: (fishes bitches)
I am very disappointed in you all for not voting in my poll. >:| Granted, most of you weren't around for like half of those universes and probably don't compulsively check Dreamwidth, like I do, anyways, but. Disappointed.

However, I've got another scene in Lalo for you! I'm not gonna lie to you guys, this one is rough. It is also a first draft, so I'm not too fussed about it. I am thinking if no one votes in the poll, this will be my default fucking finish it thing. Because it is closer than anything else to being finished (which is... not saying much, especially since I don't exactly know how it's going to end, ha ha). ANYWAYS. Scene:

INT. MIELI'S BEDROOM - DAY )
3rd-Jun-2011 06:44 pm - lalo, scene four, 3 pages
cridecoeur: (Default)
Huh. So apparently I finished another scene in Lalo and never posted it. Obviously Script Frenzy is no longer going (and with what happened in April/May it is no wonder I overlooked it), but I am still picking at this script on and off. Kind of like I do with every story on my computer. All 54 of them. (That is neither a joke nor an exaggeration. Actually I think I forgot to count some in the holding-multiple-stories file. So there are probably more.) So, here you go. The next installment in the Lalo saga.

INT. MIELI'S BEDROOM - DAY )

I've yet to decide which story I am picking up for Original Fic Big Bang. It is due by the end of August so I should probably get on that. Actually, I'm probably just going to pick up this fluff piece from the space dragon au 'verse (ha ha ha, then I would actually have to post one of these dumb ass stories, oh my god) where they're all human and live on Earth, and the places they go have stilly names like The Trembling Cup (coffee shop, obvs) and He's Not Here (a bar, maybe not so obvs, and a name I wish I could claim having made up myself, but cannot). We Shall See.
10th-Apr-2011 03:39 pm - mix tape: de acero
cridecoeur: (raichu a love song)
I just found out about 8tracks.com this is so cool! I have special playlists for characters/stories that I listen to while I write them. The one for Lalo is actually still in the works (it is pretty dark. D: and includes a lot of PJ Harvey, idk why), but I have made one that is for De Acero (the prequel to Lalo, sort of, and companion to pretty much ever story earlier than Lalo) which revolves around a pairing hasn't come up yet in Lalo, SPOILER SPOILER WILL ROBINSON )

Anyways: mix tape.



Playlist:
It's a Wonderful Li(f)e: The Real Tuesday Weld
Cosmic Love: Florence + The Machine
Holland 1945: Nuetral Milk Hotel
Last Day of Magic: The Kills
Skin Tension: Man Man
Courtship Dating: Crystal Castles
Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels): Arcade Fire
Mondegreen: Yeasayer
The Universe Is Going to Catch You: The Antlers
9th-Apr-2011 08:13 pm - lalo, scene three, six pages
cridecoeur: (water your skeletons)
Okay, so. Last time I posted about this script I said this scene was weird. I was not kidding. It features: a talking guide dog (who is psychic. that's how she talks. yes.), a singing, dancing tree, and Leikr eating a star. Pretty much in that order. I like it a lot, which should not be a surprise to those of you who know me. ANYWAYS. Scene:

EXT. FOREST IN OUTER WORLD - DAY )

I am writing this surprisingly linearly, considering I usually hate doing that. Script Frenzy/extensive outlining does that for me? I guess I should say thank you. So thank you things that I have done/am doing! You are helpful.
cridecoeur: (Default)
title: a la belle ├ętoile
author: [personal profile] cridecoeur/[personal profile] dextrocardiac
prompt: stranger in a strange land for [community profile] parthenon
pairing: chiela/terasu
rating: pg
word count: 2652
summary: go on without me, i just saw someone who can see my saints!
23rd-Sep-2010 12:36 pm - in the beginning...
cridecoeur: (Default)
title: a la belle ├ętoile
author: [personal profile] cridecoeur
prompt: beyond our understanding for [community profile] parthenon
pairing: chiela/terasu
rating: pg-13
word count: 1674
summary: amnesia and saints and lesbians, oh my.
a/n: the beginning of the original space dragon story!
22nd-Sep-2010 08:16 am
cridecoeur: (Default)
title: a outrance
author: [personal profile] cridecoeur/[personal profile] dextrocardiac
universe: space dragon 'verse
prompt: interstellar war for [community profile] parthenon
pairing: nikolao/pipra
word count: 1447
summary: Nikolao's first meeting with Pipra isn't auspicious. It isn't even particularly comprehensible.
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