Face Off through 1.5

Aug. 16th, 2017 11:47 pm
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Note: I've been spoiled for the winner of S1 because I started with 2.1-2.2, both of which I rewatched tonight because the Dragon wanted to watch the show with me, and she wanted to skip S1 because she couldn't stand the backbiting. The Dragon loves art (she's in Talented Art in school) and I think it's really good for her to be exposed to this show since she's enjoying it, and I hope she finds the discussion of aesthetics inspiring. But mostly we're watching it for fun. =)

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Meanwhile, in happier news, guess which household's preordered hardcopy of Starfinder RPG arrived today?! =D =D =D I'm not convinced by most of the class/character artwork (some of the gun designs are atrocious--why the fuck would you make a scope design that undulates?!) but the environment/matte painting is gorgeous. I oohed and ahhed over the illustrations for the different homeworlds in particular.

Face Off

Aug. 15th, 2017 11:30 pm
yhlee: rose in a hexagon (hxx emblem Andan)
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I have watched Face Off 1.1-1.2 and 2.1-2.2 and plan on watching more. It's a SyFy reality? show in which special effects makeup artists are given challenges, and one is eliminated each week/episode until there is a winner.

I'm loving this show, but I will say that this is pretty much the first reality TV show I've watched much of? And the part where someone is eliminated and has to go makes me sad even though I know it's inherent to the format. I turn into a marshmallowy ball of sad over this. So far I have also seen them work in teams and backbiting start due to the stress and to the fact that even if you work in a team only one person gets sent home, so people fight over this, and that turns me into a marshmallow ball of sad too.

But! Special effects makeup is something I know nothing about and that I am finding extremely cool as an art form and as a technical discipline--casting molds, working with materials, coming up with a concept, just blending body paint or makeup...so much! I'm loving that aspect of it and learning about how it works. I also often can't tell what's good or bad on aesthetic or technical merits, which is unsurprising--I know zero about this discipline, while the judges are award-winning experts, so listening to their critiques is so enlightening. :D

Episode 1.2's main challenge involved body-painting completely naked models (with naughty bits blurred out) to match/complement a preassigned painting. When the models dropped their robes on the hostess's command, I swear they were smirking at the contestants. And why shouldn't they be? They're getting paid, and they're not the ones who are getting eliminated, and they're beautiful Hollywood people, getting looked at naked by an audience probably is no big deal to them. :p

I also learned based on one of the contestant's behavior during 1.2 that I seriously judge contestants who are rude to their models! >:( I don't care how stressed you are, there's just no excuse. :(

I don't know if they changed this for S2, but I hate the S1 thing where the challenge winner consults with who gets sent home, but that may be because I hate conflict. :]

[story] A Benefactor

Aug. 14th, 2017 08:54 pm
yhlee: Korean tomb art from Silla Dynasty: the Heavenly Horse (Cheonmachong). (Korea cheonmachong)
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For M.J.D.
Prompt: Sejong Taewang [Wikipedia], "time travel"

Author's Note: I apologize for any infelicities in the setting; it's been some six years since I've visited South Korea and I'm not up to date on the culture, although I did, indeed, drag my mom to Kyobo Mungo as many times as she would stand for it.

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Eun-hee's friend Bora was supposed to have met her at Kyobo Book Center fifteen minutes ago. Late as usual. Eun-hee tucked herself between two shelves of excruciatingly tedious-looking monographs and texted Bora, just to be sure. A harried woman glided past her, then frowned at Eun-hee until she made way for the woman to peruse the shelves' offerings.

Grumbling a little, Eun-hee gave up on lurking between the shelves. She texted Bora to meet her near the area selling stationery supplies, then strode off, dodging a giggling group of students and a couple not much older than herself. She could always use more notebooks, and she liked the cute little erasers that came in every shape imaginable.

Eun-hee browsed the notebooks on offer. Humming happily to herself, she picked out a selection with adorable drawings of flowers and fruits, or cartoon animals, and erasers to match. She was considering restocking gel pens when it occurred to her to check her purse to see if she'd brought enough money.

Frantic digging turned up her transit pass, that grotesque (and hopefully fake) turquoise-dyed rabbit's foot an English tutor from Stateside had given her, a sad assortment of loose change, a crumpled memo note from her mom reminding her to restock on ginger, that green crystal earstud she had thought she'd lost, but no wallet. Eun-hee cursed under her breath, furtively set down her pile of loot on one of the counters, and began digging again, just in case she'd missed it somewhere obvious.

"Excuse me," said a gravelly male voice.

Eun-hee looked up at the ajeossi in dark turtleneck and slacks who had come up beside her and who was rubbing his chin as if he wasn't used to it being shaved. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, and began to scoot out of the way.

"No, no, Miss," the ajeossi said. He was smiling at her, not in a creepy way, but like someone who had discovered a hilarious secret and wanted to share it. He dug in his pocket, then held out three 10,000-won bills. "I have more of these than I could ever possibly make use of. It's like the supply is infinite."

Eun-hee blinked. Was he offering her money? And what did he mean, infinite supply of 10,000-won bills? She was too flabbergasted to be offended. "No, it's all right," she said, as politely as she could manage. "My friend will be here soon. I can borrow some money from her."

"Please, Miss," the ajeossi said. "I can't think of a better use for a few spare 10,000-won bills. I like to see someone with a love for writing." He deposited the bills on top of the pile of notebooks and smiled again, then walked off, soon vanishing into the crowd.

Eun-hee snatched up the bills and started after him, only to be blocked by shoppers. While waiting for the foot traffic to clear, she smoothed the bills with her thumb and examined them more closely. Maybe he'd been trying to pass off counterfeits?

Her gaze snagged on the portrait of King Sejong the Great at the left of the bill. Wait a moment...Mentally, she subtracted the facial hair and reimagined him in modern clothing, like a turtleneck. The face was a perfect match.

Well, if the inventor of the Korean alphabet wanted her to have some notebooks and study hard, who was she to say no? Shaking her head in bemusement, Eun-hee retrieved her stack of notebooks and erasers and headed for the counter to pay up.

your daily catten

Aug. 14th, 2017 07:42 pm
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It's been a while but I decided to try to resume doing daily sketches...



Cloud, lounging on the floor.

Ink: Montblanc Burgundy Red
Pen: Conway Stewart Churchill in Red Stardust. Honestly not my first choice of sketching pen because it's a bit heavier and larger than what I usually prefer, but man does it have a smooth nib.

Dice Tales

Aug. 13th, 2017 05:50 pm
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I was delighted when I heard that Marie Brennan ([personal profile] swan_tower) was releasing her series of essays on storytelling and RPGs (tabletop and LARP) in ebook format. I've enjoyed these essays, but I am rather terrible at keeping up with essays on websites/blogs, and having them all in one place where I can read them in one fell schwoompf--to say nothing of being able to pay the author to encourage her to write more ;)--was very appealing.

Dice Tales discusses the RPGs and LARPs from several interlocking perspectives: that of the writer, that of the GM, that of the player, and that of the anthropologist. In terms of writing, Brennan talks about ways that the roleplaying experience has informed her writing and v.v., and ways in which storytelling differs between the media. There are also handy GM tips (I am all about handy GM tips, as a GM of limited experience) and exciting player anecdotes. And I have no background in anthropology at all, and Brennan was explicitly studying RPGs while doing anthropology, so it was very cool to hear about them through that lens.

Essays include discussions of what an RPG is, why the mechanics matter, the phenomenon of house rules, how GMs find leverage over their players and ways to use rather than abuse player trust, positive and negative uses of metagaming, the uses of costuming (mostly in a LARP context), when character death is appropriate, the question of consent in games, railroading and GM responsiveness...really, there's a ton here, and it's a great read all the way through.

I found this read especially timely because I am currently GMing a DW comm RPG, [community profile] hexarchate_rpg. Dice Tales doesn't explicitly address play-by-email or forum formats, but a lot of the GMing advice applies anyway. I personally find text media more comfortable because I am not a fast thinker and I have a terrible memory, so text gives me time to think up responses and plot things out and refer to previous moves, notes, etc. I am also shameless--I'm okay asking players directly what plot hook they want out of X development.

The anecdotes of great RPG/LARP experiences sound great, and I find myself envious--in GNS terms, I have rarely gotten to experience Narrative-focused play, which is right now what I prefer. (I used to be a split Narrativist/Simulationist in high school and college. I legit got into Fidonet arguments over whether AC represented damage reduction or damage avoidance. *facepalm* Then I grew up and realized that if you care about simulationism, you shouldn't be using AD&fuckingD in the first place.) When Joe ran his Eberron campaign back in Pasadena (notable for being maybe the only campaign I've been in that ran through to completion, in about a year meeting weekly), my very favorite session was the one in which we didn't even do combat, and I don't think there was a single dice roll. We had been handed the magical equivalent of the plans for the atomic bomb and had to decide what the ethical thing to do with it was, and we spent the entire session as a party discussing how to deal with it responsibly.

On the other hand, I can't help but reflect that I'm not good at tabletop (and would probably be even worse at LARP). As I said above, I'm not a fast thinker. I usually end up spending all our Pathfinder Society sessions being unofficial designated party notetaker (I have fountain pens and I like to use them?) and sketching randomly until someone tells me we're in combat and it's my turn to Power Attack. I can't act my way out of a paper bag, and usually by the time I've thought of a contribution, the play has moved on. So I just have to accept that I'm never going to be particularly useful in a live roleplaying situation. This thing where advanced roleplayers stretch themselves by playing different character types is basically unimaginable to me. I usually ask Joe to design the easiest viable character, mechanics-wise, to play, which is why I ended up with a barbarian in a team feat barbarian (me) + blood rager (Dragon) + skald.

My most successful experiences GMing tabletop/in-person were (a) a one-shot using Over the Edge, a very rules-light system (and even then, I used very few dice rolls and let people freeform most interactions since with a one-shot there's no reason not to) and (b) the Hidden Emperor L5R AU campaign that Joe and I co-GM'd; I handled most of the description and Joe handled the mechanics. :]

(It's hilarious how much I hate crunchy systems. I have a B.A. in math, for God's sake. But I want the math to...mean something? And most systems just feel like they get in the way, for me, because as a writer I'm effectively used to freeforming the hell out of everything.)

Still, even if I'm not a good gamer, I like reading about gaming, and I find different gaming systems and anecdotes (my God, the gazebo story!) inspirational as a writer. :)

Anyway, enough personal maundering--this ebook is a lot of fun, and it's available from Amazon (and probably a couple other places) or Book View Cafe in mobi or epub. Recommended.

[hxx] [story] Irriz the Assassin-Cat

Aug. 13th, 2017 05:04 pm
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For: [personal profile] vass
Prompt: Shuos Zehun, "assassin-cats"

It was one hour and fourteen minutes past bedtime in the Hragoshik household, and the youngest of the little ones, four-year-old Piri, would not go to bed.

Zehun had just arrived twelve minutes ago by shuttle from the starport, bringing a modest travel bag and, as usual, the friendliest and most genial of their cats, Irriz. Sometimes people looked oddly at Zehun for traveling with a cat--a cat on a harness and leash, at that--before they realized who the cat's owner was. When it came to travel, Zehun was a pragmatist. It wasn't true that they ordered retaliatory assassinations if people insisted on delaying them during their rare visits to family, but if their reputation allowed them to skip the lines, why not?

Besides, Irriz, like all of Zehun's cats, was named after a notorious Shuos assassin. Specifically, Shuos Irriz had, in an earlier century, succeeded in assassinating all of a particular Andan hexarch's children and siblings, and had been working her way through a crowd of cousins when she'd died tragically (?) young of unexpected allergic reaction. Whether Irriz the cat would die the same way was an open question, considering how much she liked to try to eat the hexarch's snacks.

Zehun's second daughter, Verissen, was one of Piri's mothers. Verissen, too, had never been particularly good at falling asleep at times convenient for parents. Zehun enjoyed a moment of delicious generational revenge as they listened to Verissen trying to bribe Piri with, alternately (1) an additional bedtime story, (2) shadow-figures against the wall, or (3) extra bits of shredded chicken in Piri's breakfast porridge. Piri wasn't having any of it. In the meantime, Zehun removed the harness, then provided food, water, and a litter box for Irriz, all of which the cat availed herself of.

Irriz made her way to a black velvet armchair on which her splendid white hairs would show up magnificently, raked it with her claws for good measure, then flopped onto it. Fortunately the velvet would heal itself. The hairs were another matter. The velvet was supposed to eat detritus, but for some reason it always choked on cat hairs.

Satisfied that their cat was content, Zehun poked their head into the room where Piri was sitting up in bed with her face screwed up and her blankets kicked to one side. "Why aren't you getting one of the household servitors to put her to bed?" Zehun asked Verissen.

"I usually do that," Verissen said, tugging on a lock of hair straggling loose from its braid, "but I thought we should spend more time together. Of course, I also thought she'd be asleep by now so I could catch up with you properly. I don't know what the problem is!"

Zehun crouched down to bring themselves eye to eye with the little girl. "Hello, Piri," they said softly. "Remember me?"

Piri snuffled. "Gran! Gran, there are too many shadows."

Zehun glanced at Verissen. "You take a break, Rissa. I'll see to the little one."

Verissen didn't even argue, just patted Piri on the head and beat a swift retreat.

Piri snuffled some more. "Gran, I looked under the bed and there are shadows there."

"That means the candlevines are no good," Zehun agreed, "since they're only on the walls. Do you want candlevines under the bed, too?" Probably a nuisance to get the servitors to do it tonight, but it could be managed with the aid of the household matter printer.

"But I won't be able to see anything under the bed," Piri said, with perfect logic, "so how will I know it's working?"

Zehun considered this. "I think I have a solution," they said. "Come with me."

The two of them emerged into the living room together. Verissen was talking to one of her wives about a dinner party she had planned for next week. She opened her mouth to protest, then closed it when Zehun looked at her.

Irriz the cat was still sprawled on the black velvet armchair, having festooned it with numerous long white hairs. Zehun scooped her up. Irriz mewed in protest, but Zehun had long practice avoiding claws.

Zehun and Piri walked back into Piri's bedroom. "You remember Irriz, too, don't you?" Zehun said to their granddaughter.

Piri nodded and reached out for Irriz's tail.

Zehun smoothly diverted Piri's hand to the cat's head, and Piri obediently began scritching Irriz behind the ears. "Irriz is a very special cat," Zehun said. "Irriz is a Shuos cat, and beyond that, Irriz is a Shuos assassin-cat."

Piri looked at Irriz wide-eyed.

"That's right," Zehun said. "And furthermore, since Irriz is a cat, Irriz specializes in assassinating shadows. She will"--this part was even true--"spend the entire night chasing shadows if you let her."

"She'll chase the shadows away?" Piri asked, her voice trembling just a little.

Zehun nodded.

Irriz purred, which probably had more to do with the scritches than the promise of delicious shadows to pounce on, but who knew?

"Go to bed, Piri," Zehun said, and this time Piri did just that. Irriz clambered into the bed and curled up next to her, ready to go shadow-hunting at the slightest provocation.

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Aug. 13th, 2017 03:04 pm
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I'm looking at some Twitter account Tweeting about me in Hangeul for whatever reason (it's nothing bad) and realizing that Korean cheats on Twitter! Because Twitter has that 140-character limit...but each syllable-block of Hangeul is apparently counted as a "character"! So Korean can fit more actual words into a Tweet! That's hilarious.

I bet you get even better with Chinese and Japanese...I'd never thought about that. :D

I'm still bemused that because of the transliteration, everyone seems to assume my family name is 리. It's not! It's 이! :p Sorry, Dad...

Draconic wisdom

Aug. 13th, 2017 02:29 pm
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Dragon: "Since you already have all these readers judging you, Mom, I'm gonna judge you too."
Me: -_-

The joys of raising a snarkebeest Dragon. ;)
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The outline for my remarks on The Expanse and politics at Worldcon 75 in Helsinki, Finland.

  • Warnings
    • Spoilers through 2nd Season of the TV Series (Caliban’s War)
    • Will talk about both books and TV series
  • Who am I
    • Emma Humphries
    • She/Her
    • Programmer and Project Manager, 20+ years experience
    • 29 years in fandom (28 WisCons)
  • Format: I’ll talk for 25 minutes or so, and then we’ll have a discussion for the remainder of the time we have
  • What is The Expanse?
    • ASK: how many of you have read or watched?
    • Series of Novels and TV Programs
    • James S. A. Corey (Daniel Abraham and Ty Franck)
    • Future history of the Inner and Outer Solar System
  • Why talk about politics?
    • Because SF has been the acceptable place to talk about politics
  • Subjects
    • Queer/Non-binary/Trans representation
    • Populism
    • Universal Income
  • What I’m Not Going to Talk About
    • Race
    • I’m going to suggest you start with the Black Girl Nerds podcast who have been recapping and discussing the TV Series
  • Why The Expanse
    • I love space opera
    • I adore the women in this show
      • Naomi Nagata: Ship’s Officer and Engineer
      • Bobbie Draper: Gunnery Sgt in the Martian Marines, who trains under one Earth Gravity
      • Chrisjen Avasarala: UN Undersecretary who knows where the bodies are buried
      • All represented as women of color in the TV show
      • All flawed, but real characters, I empathize with
    • I stan for Chrisjen
    • I love to hate on Holden
      • But, honestly, can anyone stand Holden?
      • Miller’s stuck with him because of alien machinations
      • What does Naomi see in him?
  • Queer/Non-binary/Trans representation
    • The good, there are gay and lesbian characters
    • The bad
      • Heteronormative relationships
        • The Martian ambassador and his husband
        • Annushka "Anna" Volovodov
        • A settler couple on Illus
      • Two hundred years in the future, and the nuclear family is still the norm
        • Holden’s family back on Earth, a poly-cule, are considered weird/aberations
      • No non-binary or trans characters
      • The non-normative relationships and characters are the thieves, rebels and sex workers
  • Populism
    • Definition time!
      • A type of political discourse which posits an “authentic people” in opposition to “a privileged elite.”
      • In left populism that’s often the workers vs the wealthy
        • debates on distribution of wealth
      • in right populism it’s white people vs everyone else
        • debates on who is and isn’t part of the “nation”
    • The OPA is a populist movement with both right and left characteristics
    • Anderson Station, and Illus are left populist actions
      • Workers, abused by Inner Planets wealth and corporations standing up to power and paying with their lives, and/or using violence as a means
    • But the OPA has a right-leaning side which is terrifying
      • We see it at the end of Season 2 where the economic populism gives way to an nastier ethnic populism
      • In the 2nd Season a Belter Ship, carrying evacuees from Ganymede to Tyco Station, puts all the people from the Inner Planets out the airlock
      • It will only get worse in later books
  • Universal Basic Income
    • Also known as Social Income, or under the UN in the world of the Expanse, “Basic”
    • There’s a body of economic research that finds evidence for giving people direct cash assistance as the best way to support people
    • Basic income, in and of itself is not sufficient
      • You need universal access to healthcare
      • In “Churn,” for example, we see the UN handing out substandard/palliative-only care
    • A well-implemented Social Income system, with healthcare (including reproductive healthcare), transport, and housing can provide a stable base for people to build on
    • In the world of the Expanse, the social income system is geared to subsistence and governability
  • Scorecard
    • LGTBQ+
      • Needs more work
      • Tell me why all your queer relationships are heteronormative
      • As a queer dyke, I want to see relationships like the ones I see in my community in the here and now, or at least understand why they aren’t there
    • Populism
      • Yes, this is a honest portrayal
      • How populism, unchecked, can go from a liberation struggle to genocidal violence
    • Social Income
      • A pessimistic view
      • Is this in the service of story, people struggling to escape a dismal earth? Or a libertarian view of the role of the state?

a beautiful story

Aug. 7th, 2017 11:03 pm
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You guys, this is not the perfume I went for (sandalwood on me is usually a bad idea) but BPAL's winning entry for their "seven word story" for Envy, submitted by Tyler Butler, is pure genius:
Galatea wept as Pygmalion carved new statues

I salute you, Tyler Butler. I salute you.

I can write flash in the range of 300 to 1,000 words, but seven word stories? That's not a skill set I currently have. *admires*

heptarchate pin update

Aug. 7th, 2017 11:51 am
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There are apparently a limited quantity of heptarchate buttons left over from Nine Worlds and the extras will be brought to Worldcon for giving away. Solaris won't have a booth, but if you hunt down one of the Solaris folks who is going, they might be able to hook you up! That, or ask a friend who's going to Worldcon. (I will not be there--sorry!) That's all the info I have at this time. :D

[story] The Wolf Who Hunted Death

Aug. 7th, 2017 11:29 am
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For L.L.
Prompt: "wolf, dragon, rain"

The Wolf Who Hunted Death

Once in a land with two suns lived a wolf who had not been part of a pack for many years. She was old, old beyond the usual for her kind, and she had seen many hunts, and raised many fine pups in her day. But the time had come for her to journey past the woods that her pack called home into the wastelands.

Her pack had begged her not to go, for in the lore of the wolves, only Death lived in the wastelands, and Death was sure to find anyone who went searching for it. But the old wolf pointed out that Death came for those who remained safe in their dens, too, and would not be dissuaded. So they had let her go, singing wolf-songs to the many moons in honor of her passing

Life in the wastelands, the wolf discovered, was difficult but not impossible. Strange skittering ghost-rabbits and wraith-voles lived in the wastelands, and the wolf was able to catch enough of them to sate her appetite. As she ate of them, her formerly dark coat became itself ghost-colored, with streaks of witchy silver, and her luminous gold eyes turned silver as well. The wolf could see these changes in her reflection when she stopped by the few waterholes, but they impressed her little. After all, the changes were matters of the surface only, and she was still a wolf: that was the important thing.

Still, the waterholes were few and far between, and despite their presence, thirst bedeviled the wolf. As the years passed, she scrounged what water she could from the few creeks that crisscrossed the wastelands, and wondered at the utter absence of rain. She supposed she should count herself lucky that she had water after all, and she wondered if Death took the form of a parched tongue, a dry riverbed. She had lived long enough to know, after all, that Death took many shapes.

But the wolf had never been one to turn away from a difficult hunt, and she resolved to seek Death out and challenge Death to allow life to flourish in the wastelands. She didn't have much to lose, as the years went by, and she rather relished the thought of a challenge. Her former pack would have cautioned her against doing any such thing, but they were of the past, and she tired of running through the dust and gravel and withered scrub without a purpose to her days.

So the wolf set out, following the scent of Death. At first it was difficult, for Death's scent was everywhere to be found in the wastelands, and she had to decide where it lay the strongest. But as time passed, she grew more and more adroit in detecting the nuances of the scent.

At last she spotted a hill far in the distance, which intrigued her. The wastelands had their mesas, but this was a more rounded hill like the ones she had seen at the feet of the mountains in her faraway youth. Ears pricking up, she trotted toward it, anticipating an end to her hunt.

As she approached, she smelled something different: water. And not just the dust-tainted water that she had grown accustomed to in her years wandering, but water that crackled with the energy of storm and lightning, water that spoke of thunder-split skies. Reasoning that the time for caution was long past, she let out a howl and broke into a run.

The hill shifted and stirred, and dust rose around the hill as it stretched into a shape the wolf had never seen before. Pearly light shone from serpentine scales, and storm-colored eyes regarded the wolf with curiosity: a dragon.

"Friend wolf," the dragon said, "what causes you to disturb my rest?"

The wolf gazed unblinkingly at the dragon. "If you are Death, I have come to challenge you to return life to the wastelands."

The dragon stretched her neck out and looked in all directions. Like all dragons, she could see great distances, see even to the ends of the world. And what she saw displeased her. "This is not right," she said to herself. "When I came here to sleep, wounded by a knight ancient of days, this was a flourishing plain, green with grass and bright with flowers. Have I truly spent that much time healing?"

"I do not measure time as your people measure time," the wolf said, for although she was old as wolves reckon years, she knew that a wolf's life was but a sand-trickle in the lifespan of a dragon. "This is not your doing, then?"

"No," the dragon said, "but it is something I can fix. Shelter under my wings, friend wolf--"

The wolf did so as the dragon reared up and sang to the sky. Clouds formed gray whorls, and wind sprang up where there had been none before. The wolf breathed the smell of rain, which she had not experienced in all her years in the wastelands.

Rain pelted from the sky and splashed up from the ground. Rain shimmered in the air and glistened on the dragon's hide. Rain formed puddles and rapid-flowing rivulets in the dirt.

And Death, who was watching for reasons of its own, smiled, and eased its grip on the wastelands.

Flashfic round

Aug. 7th, 2017 10:09 am
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The FRIVOLOUS DESIRE OF MY HEART right now is a bottle of perfume.

To make this happen, I am selling flashfic slots for $10/slot, payment in advance via Paypal (yoon at yoonhalee dot com).

You can prompt me with two or three words, or a character + a couple words (subject to Yoonish Approval), and I will write you flash of at least 500 words. Longer is possible but not guaranteed--it all depends on the story.

You can ask for original fic (usually fairytale-type things), or hexarchate snippets. In both cases, I will post to DW and cross-post to my website and Patreon. I reserve the right to include hexarchate material in later hexarchate works in expanded form.

If you'd like to see examples of previous flash from previous rounds, check the flash stories tag or the hexarchate stories tag.

To claim a slot, either comment or email me (yoon at yoonhalee dot com)--I'll note it here as slots are claimed (and filled!).

I can usually turn these around pretty quickly--within a couple weeks or faster is typical.

1. [personal profile] vass (paid; Zehun, "assassin-cats"): Irriz the Assassin-Cat
2. L.L. (paid; prompt: "wolf, dragon, rain"): The Wolf Who Hunted Death
3. M.J.D. (paid; prompt: Sejong Taewang, "time travel"): A Benefactor
4. S.B. (paid; prompt: hexarchate, "calendrical sword")
5. [personal profile] storme (paid; prompt: "Dépaysement")
6. [personal profile] venndaai (paid; Brezan and Tseya, "zoo")

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Aug. 7th, 2017 10:02 am
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Joe: "I dreamt I let two strategy game characters escape into reality and they started World War III."

Me: "Don't do that, Joe! My nerves are shot as it is."

Joe: "...sorry..."

Me: "No wonder I couldn't meet up with you for lunch in my dream if you were off starting WWIII! All I did was run up a hill." (For fun, apparently, which is not something I can do in real life even if we HAD hills in Baton Rouge.)

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Aug. 5th, 2017 11:00 am
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Me: "I had one of those horrible dreams where I was flunking out of college and I had to cram in enough courses for a major in the remaining semesters and I was trying to also do a language and figure out if I could do a Native American language like Hopi [1] or if Korean was my best bet and did I mention that I was flunking my math courses?"

Joe: "I dreamt I was playing video games--"

Me: "I hate you."

Joe: "--and that if my character died, I would die too."

Me: "So like Sword Art Online?"

Joe: "Maybe."

Me: "Wow, I take that back. Your dream was worse. I wasn't actually under threat of dying."

[1] I don't know thing one about Hopi but my dream-brain frequently gets wrong things I do know stuff about in waking life so what can I say.

my publisher sent me buttons!

Aug. 4th, 2017 11:08 pm
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Behold:



They are tiny and cute (the round thing at the very bottom is a sad, underexposed quarter for size comparison). =D I suspect they will be given out at Worldcon but I haven't actually asked (and I won't be there anyway--couldn't afford it, and also, on call for jury duty).

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