Blue GhostGhost's Blog, page 87
May 8, 2013
elynight replied to your post: My apartment is made of magic...
elynight replied to your post: My apartment is made of magic
Dude, your apartment is Narnia. That’s what I’m calling it.
Ahaha…Yes
chainsawsavvy replied to your post: So that fic bit I posted yesterday is even more…
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I thought you scrapped that because people got all creepy about it?? But if you are revisiting it that’s super cool because I thought it was real nifty
It is sort of hilarious to me because there are all these crazy messiah-like figures and epic rebel leaders and stuff like that, but I’m going to focus on two fairly random dudes trying to kill each other and just use the drama going down as a background noise. I imagine there might be a little Skylark at some point though because he is helping lead the revolution on New Water.
May 7, 2013
My apartment is made of magic
ok i keep coming back to this and i must know…. does the bed actually roll into the wall or is it an illusion? and if it does wtf is on the other side of the wall that allows that esp since it’s a kitchen :|
There are two of these built in murphy beds that pull out of the wall. Therefore our closets are long and have steps. There is a very large pantry in that kitchen.
So that fic bit I posted yesterday is even more concerning than I originally suspected because it...
So that fic bit I posted yesterday is even more concerning than I originally suspected because it is, in fact, the beginning of the 2nd book of Swallowed by the Whale. It is a long ass civil war epic on some planet’s moon somewhere. With starships run on whale oil. Seriously. That is what I am working on now.
May 6, 2013
I think these crazy kids are going to work it out
Haha why am I writing this?
Dr. Aloysius Smart was twenty-eight years old when he found himself flat on his back, soaked to the bone with mud and rain and blood, staring down the barrel of a gun. Ulysses face was white with pure rage, a snarling feral mask of contempt, as if the man was prepared to rip his throat out with his very teeth. “You fucking traitorous bastard.” The summer storm continued to let loose a tremendous downpour all around them, adding an extra bit of drama to the current proceedings and forcing Ulysses to shout over the chaos of it all.
A sick panic was thrumming through Aloysius’ veins. “Where’s Idola?” he demanded. “Where’s Idola? What have you done to her?” He tried to sit up and nearly blacked out from the pain. His left arm was badly broken and more than likely at least one rib.
“Shut your mouth, you filthy snake. Shut your mouth for good. I swear, you are never going to say my sister’s name again.” Aloysius eyes fluttered shut as Ulysses pulled the trigger. He felt a strange little revolt inside, a screaming protest that he wasn’t ready for the grave, didn’t much care to be gunned down by his arrogant, entitled brother-in-law like some family shame that could be exorcised through the disfigurement of flesh and bone. In life, Aloysius’ face had been the only thing other people had ever envied of him and so it made a kind of sense that Ulysses would make a point of taking that too when he took his life.
