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To one and all who may be reading this, keep one thing in mind.
Not all posts are or will be considered PG-13, so please read at your own risk. Most of them will be considered worksafe, but some will not.
Here you will find the complete lists you can see as categories under Challenges as a Google Spreadsheet containing Tarot, 1000 and 100 (A through D) and in the side link to timeline you will get information about the timelines used with most posts
Thank you.
19 Saturday Nov 2011
Posted in Iais'i
Timeline/World: Iais’i
Characters: Caspian, Opal, Lirilei, Timaeus, a nameless healer, and mentions of Elyanor
Death is a funny thing, or perhaps I should say he’s a funny guy. I’ve gotten to know Death pretty well over the last…however long it is now it’s been since I died, and he decided to pull my soul of of the stream.
Of course, Death has a name one I uttered for the first time only recently despite how many years I’ve been his companion now. At first I resented him for taking me out of the soul stream, and not allowing my rebirth. All I wanted to do after all was to be born again, and hopefully be found by Opal again, and yet…that was an impossibility now thanks to my soul being snagged. Continue reading »
08 Saturday Oct 2011
Posted in New York City
Timeline: New York City, slight past times.
Characters: Anastasia de Haven, Roslyn de Haven and mentions of Evelien Abrams
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December 23rd, 2005
Home for orphaned children Den Helder, Netherlands
“S’not the same since Eve left…” Of course it wasn’t. At fifteen, the twins had lived all of their lives in the home, abandoned by parents when they were too young to realize or recall at all. Evelien, on the other hand, had come to live within the home when she’d been thirteen, after a fire had killed both her parents and left her without family anywhere else.
Being all of nine years old then and having lived at the home longest, they had seen plenty of children come and go, be adopted by willing parents. However, none had been willing to take in two at the time. So the arrival of a slightly older girl had brought some hope that perhaps a friend would stay longer than the others and they had easily become close.
Eve had left the home just a year before and while she had only been there for a few years, her departure had left quite a mark on the young twins. At least they had not lost track of her and still knew where she was. She sent them updates and notices now and again, they knew where she was, it was warming, even if it was lonely.
Her departure however had shifted things around and while Eve had been on gathering duty—taking inside what the delivery folks brought in—it had been shifted down to Anastasia. It would have been shifted down to both Ana and her sister, had said sister’s health not been so fragile. Spending time outside for Roslyn, especially when the cold months began to settle in, were a bad idea.
Most of her life had been spent sitting by the window in one of the large bedrooms of the home. Even in the summer, spending time outside was a bad idea, especially if it was spent around with the other children, running and playing. Easily short of breath, attacks were common and medication to see to these issues not quite so.
“I know it’s not the same since Eve left, but we gotta just hold on. S’just three more years and then we can go and do our things. Plus, you’ve started to find means of getting in touch with her with more than just the postcards she sends so it’s not such a bad thing, right?”
“Guess so. Still.” Ros tapped a fingertip to the window as she gazed out quietly, wrapped snuggly in a warm blanket. “You think they’re gonna come?”
“Well it’s the date they came by with the deliveries and they haven’t come by yet, so I bet they do come.” Which was a good thing for one but not the other. Ana did get to talk to the delivery boys when they came, briefly, but her sister, stuck inside, could only watch from the window, eyes wide and hopeful, just for an upward glance..
She knew well enough that it was foolish to hope that something would come of now and again delivery visits with these boys. They weren’t even allowed inside and she couldn’t be out. What sort of friendship could one develop if one couldn’t talk at all? Of course she knew that her sister often pointed up to the right window, but what was there to see and do? It was ever so frustrating in the end.
“I like.. last year.. remember last year?” It was hard to forget that year really. The boys had added streaks to their hair, it had stood out rather clearly. Quite festive and it had amused her to a point, had rather honestly been the highest note of her holidays as she’d gotten sick just a day before Christmas and had spent it mostly out of her mind from fever.
“I wish just once you could come down with us and at least say hi. I mean I know you can’t but it’s unfair. They’re nice.” For how little she saw of them herself since it had been Evelien’s job until that point though she had helped now and again.
“Wrap up, it looks like it’s going to get cold in here before long.” The home wasn’t new, it was old and parts of it were falling to pieces, but it was all the orphans had. It was that or they were moved off and to the nearest proper orphanage which was in Haarlem, an hour away from where they were now.
Ana looked about the bedroom a moment and located one of the blankets which she brought back and wrapped her sister in. There was a kiss to her cheek and a tight hug before she was running off to find her jacket and go outside to help with the deliveries.
They were coming up the street. Perhaps this holiday wouldn’t be so horrible, if nothing else, perhaps she could have a glimpse, maybe just a look.. if Ana pointed at the window again, maybe they’d look. She didn’t hold onto much hope but there was still some to be had.
Some so very, very vague hope.
21 Monday Mar 2011
Posted in Kariaste
Timeline: Kariaste, current times
Characters: Elyanor Ursi
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The price I paid for my sins is heavier than most would ever imagine it to be. I speak to others about what they think the dark to be and their dark, compared to mine, is nothing. I deserved my punishment though it has left me scarred beyond what can be repaired. I know that much, admit to that much and am somewhat afraid that my current housemate will eventually grow worn of being at my bedside during the nights where it gets so bad that I could wish to want to die again.
Since I am writing down everything in that passes through my mind in this journal, I suppose I could begin at the very beginning. Continue reading »
06 Sunday Feb 2011
Posted in Uncategorized
October 27, 1986
The day begins as any other would. For one woman, it continues on, as if it had not yet come to an end. The birth of the child too early but it was the only way it could have happened. Living through the whole of the pregnancy would have been the end of her.
The child eventually born, wrapped and offered to the mother for a few moments before he was taken to be settled to an incubator would be called Shadei Frederick Morgan. His mother smiles at the little face, at the quiet little cry before her arms go lax and the child is taken away.
As he is settled into the incubator, his mother is settled back comfortably to her bed.
On the morning of October 28 of the same year, Olivia Morgan was found as having passed away in her sleep, leaving behind her husband, their three year old daughter and their son who would most likely never even know what his mother looked like.
11 Tuesday Jan 2011
Posted in Terraphim
Timeline/World: Terraphim, current timeline
Characters: Melyar under the name of Melysandre and her mother, whose name has not been spoken in years and seems rather unimportant at this point.
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“Come back to bed, mom. It’s late and we have to find somewhere else to head to tomorrow. This place just doesn’t have anything for us and we can’t afford the room anymore.” The words were spoken softly by the young woman sitting on the bed though she knew they were pointless as they went unheard by the older woman standing by the window, staring outside.
Melysandre eased to her mother and turned to face her, offering the ghost of a smile as she reached out and brushed hair away from that face. Her fingers moved then, shifting to signs. You need to sleep, mom. We have to head out tomorrow to try and find elsewhere to stay at. I know it’s going to be cold out so we really need all the energy we can get. Please try to sleep?
It was heartbreaking. It had been heartbreaking for the years since it had all happened. When their lives as a whole had gone to hell and that had been it. There had been the war, the fighting and then nothing. As if time had stilled for all of a minute and everything had gone dark. Melysandre woken first and looked high and low to find anyone whose features might have rang a bell, anyone who might have seen her mother. Finding anyone had been impossible and finding out just where they were twice as so. Finding her mother however, had come to happen about a week after she had started looking and what she had found had been far from what she’d hoped for.
Wounded, half-blind and back to the deafness she had been born with, it had taken a lot of work to manage more than the simplest of things and the forest had been a fair host for the two of them while wounds were licked and until they could manage more than an hour or so of walking every day. There was a permanent limp to the older woman’s steps, the deafness made it near impossible to find work of any type, which left Melysandre to fend for them, to find money and shelter.
The biggest issue had been their looks. The day they had finally made it from the forest, the first important thing that had been noticed is that they stood out. An issue easily enough fixed, so long as the way used to fit in was not lost. Both women had the ability to change the way they looked, one more thoroughly than the other so energy was focused into two medallions, each set about a respective neck and there it was. The pale skin of humans, the rounded ears of human. The dark hair of one remained while on the other it shifted from white and darkened until it was ever black. The red eyes however turned out to be another issue and were instead changed for blue.
For years now, the medallions had been kept and worn, old coloring and features well hidden from sight. The only downside to the wear of the medallions perhaps was that whatever powers had remained within the two women, they were now dormant and the only way to get in touch with that very power, was to take the the medallions off. Not something they looked forward to.
From the window, the older woman offered her daughter the ghost of a smile and nodded before she turned away from the window and padded to her bed to slip between the covers.
“I miss your voice, mom..” How those words were breathed, a low sigh following suit as she watched the woman settle beneath those covers. “Sort of like I miss dad and the rest of everyone, who knows what happened to the lot of them.”
“I miss how you used to sing me to sleep. And I miss the way it all was before it went to hell and just.. Well I know there’s no turning back so we make do.” The words of course fell to deaf ears and she handled that much well enough. Instead, she moved to the bed and tucked the woman in nice and comfortable. Her health wasn’t all it used to be though perhaps it was for the most basic of rations they had had to live on for the past years. It was hard to find someone willing to let them work anywhere for lengthy periods of time.
Padding about the small room, she packed their things back into the slight travel bag they had, leaving out the cloaks and gloves, the warmer, thicker clothes. The weather was less than pleasant, downright cold and traveling out there to make it to the new town would be difficult though it needed done. At least there were enough rations packed into the bag to manage at least a few days out, depending on how long it would take them.
“Sleep sweet, mom.” Nestling herself next to the older woman, atop the covers, the tugged up the slight blanket she’d kept about and closed her eyes. Just one more night, a few hours of sleep and they’d be out in the cold again.
