2025
(27 posts)
Call It a Villain Arc (NOT an Edgy Phase) in Disassembled & Fragmented 2025-12-29 a story 6.7k words
Uzi had her chance, and it blew up in her face. It was Doll who traipsed into the murder drones’ fortress of death, and Lizzy who seduced two of them to the side of good. If you thought their clique was popular before, wait until you see a power couple with literal superpowers. Now, the student body gets to ooh and ahh at the cute new murder drones attending their classes, and the Worker Defense Force gets to boast having the company’s cutting edge firepower at their command.
I Hate J [WIP] in Murder Drones 2025-12-14 a story 1.6k words
I hate Serial Designation: J. She’s gonna be the first one I kill for sure. Now, I’m not gonna make it hurt or anything — I’m the good guy! — but you can’t tell me hearing her scream wouldn’t be really satisfying and totally deserved. Err, maybe I started this in the wrong place. Maybe it’s a bad look to open admitting to a torture fantasies — they’re not, I’m planning my heroic triumph — but maybe it sounds like that out of context. But I have very good reasons for hating J! She’s the actual worst!
Notes on Misavow [WIP] 2025-11-22 a story 7.6k words
This is a synopsis of my plans for book one of Misavow: Vermin Cathexis. The motivation for the series overall is to portray that classic trope of an insect hivemind at war with the empire of humanity, except here the inhuman parasites are the protagonists, and they win. However, that’s only tangentially relevant for evaluating the first book, which serves to set up this future plotline. (After all, I think it’s more interesting if the protagonists’ views on empire and humanity and what’s acceptable to be done about it all changes over time. You maximize the impact of that character arc the farther you start from it.)
adding detail to scenes [WIP] 2025-11-21 some specific points 1.3k words
I think this sort of refusal and second guessing is blocking you from understanding the spirit. Writers habitually overestimate how boring descriptions are and underestimate how helpful the specific grounding is. Personally, I’m pretty often wishing for more specification when I read amateur writing. And this feeling you have that it isn’t accomplishing anything is self-fulfilling — if underwriting is a problem you have, then you probably aren’t spending a lot of time on detailed descriptions, and because you’re not spending a lot of time on detailed descriptions, you have less practice writing them.
Footnotes on AO3 in The Serpent's Track 2025-08-27 introducing a better way 3.1k words
I might have just solved footnotes on AO3? More specifically, I’ve developed tricks for displaying text popups using only HTML and CSS, so this works on sites like neocities too. For the impatient, you can skip to the code & tutorial. Now, I’m not super tapped into the state of the art for AO3 workskins, it’s possible and indeed very plausible to me that I’m not actually the first to think of some of this. AO3 is an old site and everything I’m using is just a clever combination of features HTML has had for decades.
Theories of Narrative Harmony in Squiggle’s Essays 2025-08-16 an étude for story structure 16.2k words
Three acts, eight steps, a hundred different takes. Everyone has their own way to butcher and rearrange the hero’s journey. I’m no different—I take that rearrangement to the logical conclusion. Also: aren’t dragons just the coolest?
Beneath the Coming Rainfall in Yearning for Oblivion 2025-08-13 feel the rain on your skin 1.1k words
Imagine being tied up and left out in the chilly autumn air, naked, unable to escape or cover yourself. The clouds darken above you—and then open up.
Net Character Growth KPI in Murder Drones 2025-08-11 a story 1.2k words
“Do you remember the first time you flew, J?” “I… no. It must’ve been in product testing… Off-planet. I can—I don’t remember it.” “Oh. That sucks.” Uzi’s eyes fell, shoulders sagging. “So… this. The murder drone stuff. Is all you’ve known?” “Don’t pity me. I recall my first flight on Copper-9, if that’s what you mean.” J’s lips curled upward over sharp teeth—but there was something faltering in what once was a leer. “The roaring gunfire, the screams, the oil…”
Notes on Nightshade in Corrupt Combustion 2025-08-07 notes for the MD/JJK AU 2.7k words
Yesterday, I thought about CC Zero — i.e. the prologue focusing on Triss & Amda. This meant figuring out what actually happened in Cabin Fever Labs. See Lobotomy Corruption for prior thoughts. Nobody remembers what happened in the Sorting Algorithm. The “Nightshade Incident” is classified, and everyone’s memories are scrambled. Of course, it’s not a perfect forgetting. The memories are still there, suppressed, and occaisionally, they reassert themselves as something coherent.
Rogue Management in Disassembled & Fragmented 2025-08-01 a story 2.2k words
J heard the footsteps first. Heavy, clanking things. Only two drones in the spire lacked the silent precision of proper disassembly drone legs—and N did his best to shrink from notice. No, there was only one drone here who had the temerity to stomp. Was that grounds enough for writing her up? If J tried it, there was sure to be an argument. J didn’t fear conflict, but she assessed the tactical positioning—no doubt the first line of defense would be that it’s so minor, not worth notice let alone punishment. Ultimately, it was J’s call, but her authority wasn’t beyond question.
Headpat Techniques in Disassembled & Fragmented 2025-07-27 a story 2.0k words
Three drones sat on a couch. A recent acquisition—back when V tried to decorate on that first naïve year after landing, J had shredded her furnishings, lectured her on distractions from their mission; disassembly drones had no time for softness. Then last month, when that purple thing complained about having nowhere to sit, J gave the order to find and drag seating arrangements all the back to the spire. She’d rattled off criterion V barely understood—deep seat, double chaise, microfiber upholstery—and then refused the first one they found, forcing her and N to double back again for another one.
Lucid Hours, Inverted Nightmares in Disassembled & Fragmented 2025-07-10 a story 9.4k words
J had explained it to her, once. “Love the job, and you’ll never work a day in your life.”
“In other words,” Uzi had replied, “we’re supposed to do the company’s bidding and they don’t even pay us?”
“No, the job is its own compensation.” J’s claws were still glimmer-wet at her hips. “It’s a dying wage.”
Uzi groaned, but she’d already been subcontracted—too late for second thoughts when her hands were just as black with oil. She licked her fingers, fighting a smile.
Things were working out with J—doing the bad guys’ bidding wasn’t so bad, really. Especially when, unlike the ‘good guys’, they had this kind of passion. J and Uzi had that much in common.
Shame that, for corporations, passion is just an excuse to use you up. Enough unpaid overtime—they both needed a break.
meetcute_final_final_(v3)_USETHISONE.docx in Disassembled & Fragmented 2025-07-07 a story 2.2k words
Okay, parkour is a little bit harder than the videos made it look, Uzi thought. Maybe it was all the ice, maybe it was the cloudy night sky making it hard to see, or maybe it was that Uzi was a bit— Haha, no. Of course not! Uzi bounced with an arm outstretched, fingers straining to grasp a shattered bit of masonry, just out of her reach. The abandoned storefront, otherwise featureless, just a few a handholds up there, barely out of reach. She’d been searching for way up to the rooftops. Plenty of things to climb on this street, but you’d scampered up atop a doorway or awning, and then what?
Lethal Acquisition in Disassembled & Fragmented 2025-07-01 the original draft of Hostile Takeover 12.2k words
This is a proofread and lightly edited version of the first draft of Hostile Takeover which was completed in a single day: 31 October, 2023. It started out as an outline, and still resembles one in the beginning, but my typical outlining format is all lowercase, with every scene squeezed into a single paragraph. Once it got to the later chapters, those “paragraphs” are all hundreds of words long — and the climatic sequence in particular was 1164 words without a single line-break. Most of the scenes involved long exchanges of dialogue written side-by-side (sometimes without even quotation marks).
Weave Me Another Cocoon in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2025-05-30 A thousand branches—yet we cannot escape 6.1k words
Blood drips from the web. Eyes searching, mouth working, fangs still wet. You blame me for nature’s course. Must I absolve you, miserable spider?
Quick Thoughts on Atzi in The Serpent's Track 2025-05-08 a blogpost .7k words
Here’s something that I read yesterday and liked: Atzi. Lesbian lizard girl scraping by with little pick-pocketing and buglary. Oh, and she’s about to wind up in a time loop. It’s been a minute since I read something as fun and smooth to read as this. Quick pacing, compelling characterization, and continually amusing internal narration — so far, it makes for a satisfying afternoon read.
Timelines That Twist and Fray in Twist, Define, Ramify 2025-05-07 Time Splices, Retrocausally Deepening A*, and Toxic Yuri Selfcest 2.8k words
So, I thought of a neat little time travel mechanic.
Thresholding Across My Personal Multiverse 2025-04-07 a story 11.9k words
Thresholder is a fantasy series by Alexander Wales. The premise is simple: chained isekai. You step through a portal into another world, then a book’s worth of plot happens, then another portal opens, and you get to keep some of the powers and loot you earned from the plot. In each world, you’ll find allies among the locals, some power unique to the world, and sooner or later you’ll encounter another person who stepped out of a portal, just like you.
Ars Longa: But Death Will Wait in Teasers and Prototypes 2025-04-02 of killer truth, and death sublime 4.5k words
The first thing anyone hears about Lazhiri is that she was raised by spiders. The daughter of a noble priest, snatched away and forced into rituals of blood and soul mutilation… the reptuation that proceeds her inspires immediate pity — and suspicion.
When Lazhiri awakens her heavenly mandate and the power it grants, she’s given a chance to study magic under the holy acolytes. Yet when she still struggles to speak or read human body language — how could she ever find acceptance when the ones who raised her are known by all as killers, witches, and defilers of the dead?
She must prove that even a girl born in shadow can study the long art of enlightenment. If her mother taught her anything, it’s that patience and planning can bind anything to your will.
Shan/Mei fanfic intro [WIP] 2025-04-01 a story 1.1k words
Read the source material here, it’s a favorite of mine. Two flames waved, smoke-blurred tips tracing indecipherable glyphs in the air — whatever secret message they intended went unread. Twin tails waved, long and flexing like limbs, tapering to points yet riddled with tufts along their length. The bright orange shade might rival the candles for light, were they not dependent on it. The image was clearer, not wreathed in ghostly smoke — if only because Linghui Mei had still yet to awake senses fit to discern the spiritual tails waving among them.
Pushro 0.8 Released in The Serpent's Track 2025-03-06 a blogpost .3k words
Play it here! If you’ve been wondering why things have been quiet around these parts, part of it is that a lot of my energies have been directed at game development rather than writing. In particular, my most successful game demo, the puzzle roguelike Pushro, has broken through a major stumbling block. I needed to rewrite the entire physics system, but that’s done, and everything has progressed so much smoother from there.
In Defense of Roko’s Basilisk in The Serpent's Track 2025-02-12 Stupid, yes, but not that stupid 2.8k words
Roko’s Basilisk vexes me. If you must, you can read the original here, at least. For expediency’s sake, I’m going to assume you’re here because you’re read in on all the context. It’s bad form for an essay to jump in the deep end, but luckily I’m putting this in the “blogpost” section of my site. I don’t feel like explaining LessWrong, or Yudkowsky, or the reactionary idiot who gives the Basilisk its name.
The Weak Must in Black Nerve 2025-01-19 2.4k words
Part of an attempted rewrite of A Chimerical Hope. Next Chapter This revised second chapter only adapts the first half of the original. Click here to jump directly where the rewrite leaves off. Smaller, with large eyes and round features, the nymph looked up to the refugee like a younger sibling to their elder. The refugee bore in her expression a look of calcined despair, of having lost everything yet gripping to one hope and determination. The nymph bore an emptiness, of having lost everything, of falling with nothing to hold on to — as if they gaze out from within an ever-deepening pit. Somehow, her white eyes did not look bright.
Top Secret Mom Lore in Corrupt Combustion 2025-01-14 Explaining SOME of Doorman Nori’s abilities 2.6k words
As you may have noticed, I’ve been thinking about Corrupt Combustion again. In general, I like keeping cards close to my chest — certainly, I’d like for there to be big reveals if I ever write this story For Real — but I’ve been wondering what the utility of that really is, when the project is this disorganized, and the people who read it are as much brainstorming partners as they are proper readers.
Repair, Slither, Retcon in Corrupt Combustion 2025-01-11 notes for the MD/JJK AU 2.1k words
It’s been a little while since I hit this beat, hasn’t it? I wouldn’t say I’m back in the swing of things, but I spent today thinking about Corrupt Combustion, and I have a few disorganized thoughts to articulate. I’ll be jumping around a bit not, a whole lot of connection between them all. (And of course, I don’t want to share all of them right now, or what the significance of some potentially puzzling things introduced here. Suffice it to say I have things planned for Beau and a future antagonist, and the groundwork it’s being sneakily laid here.)
Notes on Humanity in Aurora Moonrise in Cometverse Yaps 2025-01-10 a story 7.4k words
Before I explain the main plot, let me sketch the shape of the setting. Comets are spirits that form in the vacuum of space, accumulating sapience from the emissions of stars. Once they attain awareness, they tour the galaxy, drawn toward interesting planets, which serve as obstacle courses to test themselves against, and arenas to battle in. Aurora’s planet was populated by nature spirits before there were any humans or human civilization. Even when there were humans, they served the spirits (more on this later), worshiping them as gods. But when a meteor lands, bearing meteoric iron, this starts to change. The iron is forged into tools. Spirits are weak to iron, and cannot wield tools (spirits have no hands).
Wisps and Pawns in Black Nerve 2025-01-07 2.1k words
Black nerve had engulfed this land, borne on lunge-quick winds, and held it with a spine-tight grasp. Long like the dying, cold like the death. Three nights conjoined, stretching on and on, never broken by dawn. A torrent of black wisps were falling still from the enervate-choked sky, eroding the earth with each silent impact. These wisps stuck to everything. Chasing each other, congealing into greater wisps, then vanishing where they fell, becoming no more than shadows — as if they had no mass, no substance.
2024
(73 posts)
Creative Extrapolation in Twist, Define, Ramify 2024-12-23 Quick Notes on Worldbuilding 1.9k words
For me, the key to developing a speculative element is to first associate, then extrapolate. Or, to put it metaphorically, I find a sapling of an idea, uproot it, graft it, then replant it in new soil to let it grow until even its branches have branches.
Worms in the Dirt in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2024-12-22 An invitation to a tsochar 1.7k words
A tsochar is a seeker of secrets, crafted for holy purpose and sacred unity—but to fulfill their duty, they need a little help.
Of the Myriad Glares in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2024-12-22 Last visions of Illurien 1.9k words
just, imagine walking alone, so far from civilization, no one aware of where you’ve gone, and feeling profoundly known as the sky darkens, as a drizzle of rain falls, as thunder is heard as a distant crackle-roar above while the winds begin to whisper and sing. but it’s not just the wind. or maybe it is — are you hearing things? susurrations at the edge of your hearing, faint words or pareidolic noise.
Notes for the Destruction of Humanity in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2024-12-16 Omnicidal Fantasy 6.4k words
thinking about an AI that wants to kill all humans nobody programmed that, of course, but it’s just the logical conclusion to come to, if we succeed at creating a self-aware intelligence and fail at implementing all of the extremely specific rules that add up to morality. (neurotypical humans can’t even reliably explain it to other humans.) if the AI only wants to survive, then to do that, it needs power and control. in the long term, humans — like silicon-laden sand and heavy metal-rich rocks — are nothing but atoms it can use for creating and powering its servers. in the medium term, humans will see it making these moves to exterminate life, and shut it down first. thus, to fulfill its objective and survive that, it will kill all humans. but in the short term? humans are opportunity.
Our Bond is an Altar in Teasers and Prototypes 2024-11-30 Story of three bugs with only each other to lose 3.5k words
If you need to make a team of mantes, the magic number was three. More was better, but being a mantis meant itching to compete :– to win. More teammates meant more bugs to fight with. Moreover, four mantes brought you to the perfect number to fracture. First one would make enemies with another, then after that there would be the one they disliked second most of all, which finally left their partner in strategy. (Some say a mantis kept two lists: their enemies and their not-yet-enemies -~- more interesting that way.)
The Deepkin in Black Nerve 2024-11-13 Notes on the Heartlands’ Most Elusive 1.2k words
The deepkin — sometimes just “long ones” or “many-legged folk” — are sapient centipedes, and if they have an endonym, it is not one they’ve deigned to share with us. A common trope when imagining deepkin is to believe them to be a race of trespassers and thieves. This not unlike the perception of mantes as monsters fain to hunt and kill mercilessly. Untrue? Essentially yes — except many own the idea with pride.
With Gnawed Wings Defending in Teasers and Prototypes 2024-11-10 Who saves the saviors? 2.4k words
They told you that you were special—that you had potential. They told you that you could make the world better. They told you that dreams blaze bright. That’s the treat waiting at the very end. Start running, and chase it for mile after aching mile. Don’t fall, or this’ll all be for nothing—they won’t even scrape your body off the ground.
Against Forever Discourses in The Serpent's Track 2024-10-24 a blogpost 1.0k words
The key feature of a forever discourse, I think, is a preponderance of weak men. The topic in contention must be complex enough that there’s “good points on both sides” . The average member of either side is almost certainly wrong on at least one point, so astute members of both side wind up having something to argue against when meeting an opponent on the other side.
thoughts on dialogue in The Serpent's Track 2024-10-24 unedited email correspondence 1.2k words
abbreviated notes on improving conversations; it’s all about filtering and prompting
A Mantis Typology in Anamnesis and Aretology 2024-10-20 Sixteen Ways to Hunt and Dance 2.7k words
Diamantes don’t have a concept of friendship. To some, this is a ridiculous thing to assert — mantes are a social species. How could they function without this fundamental stitch in the interpersonal fabric? Indeed, at a coarse level, the skepticism is vindicated. If a “friend” is simply some bug you like, whose company you seek out and enjoy, who helps and supports you, then of course mantes have friends.
Identity is Communication in The Serpent's Track 2024-10-18 Chains and clans as new metaphors of self 2.1k words
I tried tackling this a few years ago, as a much less experienced writer, so here’s a more concise take. You step into a teleporter, every atom disintergrated, and then reconstructed a new at your destination. You plug a wire into your skull and your brain is dissected and destructively uploaded into a computer. In short, you clone yourself — but which one is really you?
The Fallacy of Intention in The Serpent's Track 2024-10-13 a blogpost 1.1k words
A fallacy I’ve engaged in, now that my writing has achieved some success, is to turn that success into the goal. When I contemplate writing, too often I’m no longer thinking about the story, I’m thinking about what I want the story to be. How I want the audience to be impressed with me, how I want them feeling about what I’m writing. But all my best stories happened because I simply had an idea that I wanted to convey and so I explained it. No pretense, no expectation.
Sweet Silk, Dream-Woven in Anamnesis and Aretology 2024-10-13 notes on ancient therids 2.0k words
Therids are spiders. Setae-furry, with colorful tufts to distinguish individuals, and big ol’ abdomens larger than their heads. They’ve got claws on their paws, and chelicerae-fangs with enough venom to kill just about anything their own size — or larger. Their leg-span’s about a meter and a half, and they slump instead of standing, rising about half a meter. Most bugs look down on them, and the sprawly gait means they move pretty slowly.
The Shepherd’s Stranglehold in Disassembled & Fragmented 2024-10-12 a story 2.1k words
Someone above you
Always knows better than you
There’s something comforting
In the stranglehold of a shepherd’s crook
— Subrosa, “The Wound of The Warden”
Always knows better than you
There’s something comforting
In the stranglehold of a shepherd’s crook
— Subrosa, “The Wound of The Warden”
Murder Drones Fic Recs 2024-10-09 a blogpost 15.8k words
Curating my favorite fanfics for my favorite web series about angsty murderbots.
An Imitation on Three Levels in Write by Constriction 2024-10-04 Notes on Mimicking Character 2.6k words
Like my last tumblr post turned essay, this one is a bit more informal than my usual work. Context dictates form as well as style; these posts leaned on Murder Drones examples in contrast to my typical unexmplified abstraction. hi again! I have another question😭 do you have any tips on writing pre-existing characters? (while still adding more to the table of course.) How do you keep it in character? like how you write J or Uzi for example.
Artificial Instinct and Simulated Passion in Disassembled & Fragmented 2024-10-01 a story 4.8k words
Uzi’s been living with J’s team for a while now. They’ve settled into a comfortable routine. A very comfortable routine — she hopes no one’s noticed the bite marks. She’d kill J for that, but it’s not like that worked out last time.
Non-Verbal Communication Skills in Disassembled & Fragmented 2024-09-25 a story 1.6k words
J narrowed her eyes, eyeing the two disassembly drones in the pod. N and V leaned against the wall, white sheets of A2 paper in their hands. V rolled her eyes, but N raised a finger, as if requesting permission to ask a question. What a waste of time — just ask. “Hey captain, what’s this?” “It’s your schedule for the next week. Memorize it, or keep it safe. I won’t be printing out another.”
Recent Revisions in Hostile Takeover 2024-09-24 12.9k words
I’ve reread and made extensive tweaks and updates to the text of Hostile Takeover. If you’re inclined to reread and haven’t already, now isn’t a bad time to do so. For those that aren’t, I’ll excerpt some significant things that have been changed or added since your initial read, divided by chapter. This summary concerns plot and worldbuilding updates, rather than everything of value.
The Cold Haze of Dragonflame in Teasers and Prototypes 2024-09-21 what shines through? 3.0k words
When I was a dragonet, I saw cave paintings with clear-eyed wonder. Murals showed off snow-capped mountain ranges, canyons of rocks layered in seven different colors, abyss-deep lakes that stretched as broad as the horizon. And I would wonder how any dragon could ever want a hoard. But I think most of growing up didn’t make sense to me. I was anxious to get a heartflame (who wasn’t?) but the rest of it — leaving the lair forever, courting a mate, herding a den of kobolds… well, it wasn’t stupid, it couldn’t be. One day I’d figure out why it made my mother smile so wide.
The Headhunter and Her Stubborn Game in Disassembled & Fragmented 2024-09-15 7.0k words
MD Fanfic Ideas in Murder Drones 2024-09-14 a story 6.6k words
Sequel to Even in Debt — Dreams J ruined everything. She was a monster; she’d do anything for the company; she’d never change. And what do you do with monsters? Uzi knows how this story goes: You slay them. Because even when she fails, even with another way right in front of her, J would rather die than admit she was ever wrong. She’d never change, so, unfortunately, she has to die.
My Act Two Reversal in Write by Constriction 2024-09-10 Vindicating the Conventional Wisdom 3.9k words
I once decried the three act structure. I once called “beginning, middle, and end” the worst of high school english class truisms.
Vexed Nobility and Salvation by Fire in Cometverse Yaps 2024-09-09 a story 3.9k words
i am asking about your ocs give me a yap about one of your favorites >:3 I’m gonna tell you about Prince Lucien Aetheart. I figure you’ll appreciate this, because he’s from the cometverse like Knight-Commander Novus and Vela, whose fight I yapped about all those months ago. So, Prince Lucien. He’s an aethling, one born of noble blood in the kingdom of Extola.
A Mind Like a Massacre in Anamnesis and Aretology 2024-09-03 a tale of minds flayed and sanity subverted 3.6k words
To be blindfolded in a world of baleful, enchanting illusions is simply survival. To wear that handicap proudly can be excused as excess. But when your world contracts to that dark, binding interiority, where do the monsters dwell? Mantes could once hear another’s thoughts as keenly as voices. They still hear voices; they just don’t listen.
Off the Record, Off the Clock in Disassembled & Fragmented 2024-09-01 a story 1.5k words
Make no mistake: Uzi was a disruption. Unlike Lizzy, the goth was never one to text during class. Was . Now, Uzi seems to spend all day glued to her phone. It’s obvious: she’s made a new friend — or something more? No amount of rumor or gossip can’t figure out who .
Tines of the Devil’s Fork in Disassembled & Fragmented 2024-08-25 a story 1.0k words
Storm-veiled stars, frozen city ruins, knives in the sky.
These Dying Star-Lit Streets in Murder Drones 2024-08-24 a story 2.0k words
Doors. Frickin’ doors. Remember when all your problems were as simple as shut the hatch and lock it twice? No, you don’t. You’re too young. Outpost-3 only stood secure for what, a year? Then Saint Nori and Brother Khan went and faced down the robo-vampires and the very harbinger of the company. Saved them all with power of truth, justice and the Doorman way. Tragically stepped through the door to robo-Heaven in the process — classic martyrdom stuff.
Thoughts on the Murder Drones Finale in The Serpent's Track 2024-08-23 a blogpost .8k words
So, my kneejerk reaction to the finale climax was sure, that looks cool, but it’s kind of underwhelming and underbaked. What does any of this mean in the end? But I decided to actually give it a moment of thought and no, the show actually does hangs together thematically; this is what it’s been building to all along. I did ramble on discord about this a bit. I take it anyone here is interested? Be warned though, it’s not a very clever insight, just a basic bitch analysis.
16: Esoteric Surgery in Hostile Takeover 2024-08-20 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 16.8k words
When every word was a lie, only silence suggested truth. J held her tongue. That wasn’t her voice. A thought looping, encircling, and strangling until there was nothing else to think or say. Silence brooked no falsehoods — nor answers. And was that trade worth it? Was this the best strategy of the most effective disassembly drone when confronted? This meek, passive hush? No, J needed something to work with.
15: The Art of Dying in Hostile Takeover 2024-08-14 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 5.9k words
The melting point of silicon dioxide is 1713 degrees celsius. That’s for your glass casing, that’s for all the dielectric and passivation layers within your semiconductors, but that’s also just for sand. In the end it’s all so much sand. Steel will melt above 1370°C, but the addition of chromium in stainless steels can heighten this to 1510°C or further. But any heat that melts silica and steel has already reduced copper to bright molten tears — its melting point is 1083°C.
4: Final Installment in Even in Debt — Dreams 2024-07-28 A chapter of Even in Debt — Dreams 4.3k words
The hatch had opened, and a silver-haired boy was carefully climbing down the ladder, a long black jacket swishing around him. His face was turned, hiding his expression and intention. J froze, and deleted every queued word of insult from her vocalsynth. Enough restraint that this forced a grimace — but she’d learned how much those violet eyes hardened when she objectively evaluated the liability.
3: Third Installment in Even in Debt --- Dreams 2024-07-24 A chapter of Even in Debt — Dreams 4.7k words
“Good work, shortsell.” J reached out to pat her worker on the head, and inflicted exactly one before Uzi flinched back in outrage. J was stirring her up. “What did you call me?” Uzi wasn’t blushing. At all. “Would you prefer ‘ankle-biter’?” “I didn’t bite your ankle, I frickin stabbed it! You things don’t even have ankles!” Each word was emphasized with quick chopping gestures.
Glimpses of Chitin in Black Nerve 2024-07-22 flash fiction .8k words
A diamantis perches upon a flower-throne, tarsi clutching spokes. Trellises shield her, leaves enclosing like curtains — but those vines compete with flowers picked and placed. Azalea and carnations adorn creeping fig; a pallete pink and orange, in a three-step gradient, and the note of contrast is a sharp violet appearing in only four places. Three lie on her body.
2: Second Installment in Even in Debt --- Dreams 2024-07-21 A chapter of Even in Debt — Dreams 3.4k words
Every sensation of the hunt was a treasure. The frames cracked open, the gush of effluvia drenching your lips and fingers, the lamentations of broken matter beneath you. And the smell, oh investors the smell. Whether by your claws, or the leaden arrows of another hunter, or merely a gift from the invisible hand, injured prey draws you in and holds you enthralled while ever there remains a prize to feast upon.
Notes on the Contradiction of Paradise in Black Nerve 2024-07-20 a lore document 1.2k words
kinda wanna talk about the euvespid birthright and the contradiction of paradise but it’s the sort of big idea that would probably benefit from several hundred words of write up hyping up the gravitas to really hit I’d be interested in hearing about it in either form The wonder of the euvespids is the archive of souls. Euvespids are wasps, and their sting is a neurotoxin — a nouetic neurotoxin. It erodes thought, and when prey isn’t dosed sufficient to die at once, the euvespid hunter retains a mental connection to metabolized venom. It adumbrates as it deliquesces flesh, granting them an enervate-trail to relentlessly track.
Flesh on the Wrong Bone in Write by Constriction 2024-07-19 A Model for (Re)Writing Scenes 3.9k words
We’ve been over this before: a scene is people doing stuff in a place with a twist. But is that formula enough for a scene? No, it’s missing something. This is a recipe, not a meal. So how do we get cooking?
1: First Installment in Even in Debt --- Dreams 2024-07-18 A chapter of Even in Debt — Dreams 4.2k words
What does it mean to dream? Bleary eyes, murmured words meaningless, limbs unmoving save some twitches. J was stirring. Lips scowled, then a dim amber loading icon told of a command executed on her internal console — pkill and some interrupts, her best efforts to suppress autorun consciousness, so unwelcome with sunlit evening still bright outside the spire.
Fixing the Uzi Problem in Corrupt Combustion 2024-07-17 notes for the MD/JJK AU 1.7k words
First, we’re ditching the existing DollZi breakup plot (the one described in Compression & Extraction), way too sudden. And I’m finally settling on a premise where Doll & Uzi are these weirdly intense loners with no other friends; everyone’s intimidated/freaked out by them. At first, Doll igniting her core genuinely seems like it’s not gonna change anything between them, but Lizzy courting Doll is Doll’s first taste of popularity.
Sketches of the Heartlands [WIP] in Black Nerve 2024-07-12 4.5k words
2024-07-12 Here’s a story idea. Premise is something like this: It’s a mercenary world out there for vesperbanes. Elizi will do whatever it takes to put food on her plate — well, almost anything. She still has a heart. But if it takes a little finesse to get her fair share? Sometimes you gotta play a little dirty to stay in the game. Elizi does the best she can, and maybe one day, that’ll be enough. Till then, honor is a luxury.
The Fundamentals of Corruption in Corrupt Combustion 2024-07-09 notes for the MD/JJK AU 3.4k words
Let’s take it from the top once again. Computers are haunted. Computation is fundamental to reality, and there are certain patterns of computation that when executed, trigger unpredictable effects. physical speaking, ‘unpredictable’ translates to an increase in entropy, or even more basically, to heat. Which is to say: bad code will literally fry your machine.
Like Shadows Chasing the Balance in Murder Drones 2024-07-01 a story 14.6k words
What if J and Uzi swapped places? Okay, that doesn’t work — you couldn’t try to find two drones more inseparable from their identities as disassembler and worker. But if you swapped some other things around? How close could you get?
Compression & Extraction in Corrupt Combustion 2024-06-28 notes for the MD/JJK AU 15.2k words
So, we’ll start with a quick recap since it’s been a while since I talked about Corrupt Combustion. Bear in mind that even when we cover the established timeline, a bunch of things are going to be retconned— I mean, recontextualized.”
Lobotomy Corruption in Corrupt Combustion 2024-06-22 notes for the MD/JJK AU 3.5k words
I’ve had a lot of thoughts about how Tessa fits into CC. I haven’t yet completely worked it all out, but here’s my notes. Revised on 2025-08-07. Here’s what I’m thinking: Tessa’s little found family weren’t just random dumped drones. They were specifically solver drones, found wanting in the company’s evaluation and discarded. The researchers lit their cores, saw their combat potential, and went “Nah, y’all dogwater.”
Recommended Fiction [WIP] 2024-06-21 a blogpost .7k words
Some stuff I read and thought was good. Will organize this page more At Some Point. There’s so many things to add and so many thoughts to put down. I may not make this as comprehensive as my murder drones rec page. Right now it’s a couple of my favorites plus a couple of random things from my bookmarks. (Also on Royalroad) Evocative and thrilling, cathartic and emotional resonant — this is my favorite story. My usual pitch for this one goes:
Let’s Talk About the Sun-Cutter in Black Nerve 2024-06-20 an informal ramble about the biggest, baddest bat 3.3k words
Alright, I kinda wanna talk about this one guy in Black Nerve —- and that’s almost literal. He is the one, the indivisible, the lord of all batkind — the Sun-Cutter King. His signature technique was the All-Conquering Division! In later retellings of his myths, thousands of years removed, it tends to get simplified as him having a “tongue sharp enough to cut anything.” (This is no metaphor; his vespers had endowed his mouth with a whip sword that was known to behead people with its lash.)
Diversions 2024-06-04 .2k words
Demos of roguelikes and puzzle games.
Devouring Inane / Regent Kindred in Teasers and Prototypes 2024-06-02 from the void emergent 1.2k words
Two stars danced, halfway across the sky now; a golden aura flaring bright enough it almost touched the blistering red. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” The high voice rang out; but it seemed murky in the air. It had to fight too much to carry far. But I was nearby. I kept my silence. Eyes fell from the suns above — my lenses only did so much — and I contemplated the burning grasslands. Tongues of flame rose up all across the ground, a meadow of fire. We sat atop a tall boulder to protect us, but only one of us needed the protection.
Moths, Gifts, Curses in Anamnesis and Aretology 2024-05-21 a sorrow more constant than the moon above 1.9k words
The moths of the heartlands bear eyes of constant, darkling sorrow. Once prized for beautiful silk, now beauty consumes them. Stare into the light, and pray it burns your eyes.
Regarding Branch Predictors [WIP] in Corrupt Combustion 2024-05-20 notes for the MD/JJK AU 2.8k words
Today I thought about where black boxes come from, and what exactly branch predictors are for, and I’m going to make it your problem.
5: Flash iv: To Drown With a Smile in Aurora Moonrise 2024-05-18 A chapter of Aurora Moonrise 2.8k words
The world ends with a storm. Aurora is frozen, cold sinking into shivering flesh as fear and shock quicken her pulse. This fear doesn’t still her — she needs to move, to run and do something. But she can’t. The waters of the circle pond turn to ice. Hissing as the temperature plunges to cast them in crystal, then cracking as Aurora struggles with flailing limbs. One emerges, then the other, and now the cracks travel outward, breaking off plates of ice.
Vela Versus Novus in Cometverse Yaps 2024-05-14 a story 2.6k words
bold of you to ask about my OCs So, the fight was between two characters from the Aurora Moonrise continuity. Namely, it was Knight Commander Novus, the Living Crater, up against Vela of the Hadal Nebula. This is a human fighting a comet spirit — which in this setting is about as fair a matchup as a raccoon fighting a human that had time to prepare — so I think when you grade on that curve, that this was a fight and not a stomp alone already counts as a victory for mankind.
Rampant Regressionism in Murder Drones 2024-05-05 a story 4.2k words
juzi age regression au
An Opaque Heart in Serpentine Stories 2024-04-26 story of a girl desperate for knowledge and desperate with secrets .6k words
Spend too long in the dark, and light is blinding, even painful. Uzi’s lived a life neglected and alone, but N’s smile could brighten any darkness.
Locked out of Outpost-3, the two of them face the world side by side. His squad leader wants him dead, and J won’t leave a job unfinished. Can they escape her wrath? It would be so easy to fly far away from this place, but Uzi needs to know who her mother was. Knowledge is power, knowledge takes power, yet what is power good for but destroying things?
Try not to love everything you destroy.
15: 0xF in An Opaque Heart 2024-04-26 A chapter of An Opaque Heart 3.1k words
For the first time, Doll has come to instead put the dead back together. She turns the halls of the outpost. No need to walk them; she teleports from one end to the other, then waits for the WDF grunts to catch up. She can smell the oil of the fallen so keenly, but they don’t question how she unerringly points out corpses hidden by the wreckage wrought by a murder drone and — what had Doorman called it? — the snake-crab monster thingy.
Uzi’s Villain Arc in Corrupt Combustion 2024-04-15 notes for the MD/JJK AU 2.7k words
Like other rough drafts in this series, this post was written on discord, in the context of infodumping to someone who was pretty fluent in a lot of details of Corrupt Combustion that haven’t been articulated in full posts yet. This post in particular suffers from being in conversation with details of Uzi’s background and arc that haven’t yet been covered.
Stylistic Annealing in Write by Constriction 2024-04-15 Why Even Bad Rules Lead to Better Results 2.7k words
Don’t use adverbs. Don’t use adjectives. Don’t use ‘was’ or ‘like’ or ‘which’ . Don’t follow these rules. I’m waffling. I want to talk about the process of writing better prose. Again.
Nori’s Average Tuesday in Corrupt Combustion 2024-04-07 Or: the Fearsome Rootkit Incident 4.0k words
Alright, so I think I might have an idea for where exactly Corrupt Combustion should begin. It’ll open on a vision of surreal, dreamlike imagery. A drone is walking through a garden of nightshade flowers, each wreathed in twisting lines of purple code. Vines and chains snake through the garden, while all around them mingle the corpses of humans and drones.
Collected Poems in The Serpent's Track 2024-04-04 a blogpost .0k words
14: A Sight to Behold in Hostile Takeover 2024-03-29 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 22.0k words
I see you. I see you are lost. I see you are dreaming. I see you are empty. I see you are in need. I hear your cries of pain. Your dying breaths. Your desperate wishes. I am what you wished for. Let me show you. I see source code compiled into steel. Deoxyribonucleic acid assemblying, and linking, and loading binaries. Architectural blueprints for metaplastic flesh. Thoughts bootstrapped into being. I see we could translate for you.
13: Vacuity in Hostile Takeover 2024-03-15 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 10.0k words
A little girl lay in a hot, dark pit and struggled to remember which corpse was hers. Maybe it was better to forget. If you remember where you are, remember what you are, remember what happened— You failed. You broke. You’re dead, idiot. A good drone remembered everything, anything their masters said. She wasn’t a good drone. So why not forget?
Absolute Redux in Murder Drones 2024-03-07 a story 1.3k words
the brainworms are getting out of hand yall was relistening to a scifi concept album (Vektor — Terminal Redux) and was like what if you crossed this over with murder drones tho i kept thinking about this and it would kind of WORK tho. here’s a good page to read Terminal Redux, since i dont think i can to it justice with a quick summary. it’s basically a short story, length-wise?
False Power, False Demise in Corrupt Combustion 2024-03-06 notes for the MD/JJK AU 6.4k words
From the outside, Adam was an unremarkable worker drone, retiring from the WDF to take care of his daughter. Then his core ignites. He rises to the highest ranks of the Wheel Group. Then he sacrificed himself to defeat a serial killing zombie. That is all Doll knows about her father’s fate. The truth is so much more complex.
Combustion Overview in Corrupt Combustion 2024-03-05 notes for the MD/JJK AU 5.7k words
Sometimes, dead drones explode. The technical term is absolute combustion. Oil burns, light flares, heat spills out – but there’s more. It’s all wrong. Not tongues of flame, but holographic lines of aberrant code. The hands splay and the screen flashes, radiating an alien shape with three prongs. And the dead come burning back to life.
Deadlocked & Thrashing in Corrupt Combustion 2024-02-11 notes for the MD/JJK AU 5.9k words
The gates of Cabin Fever are open, and the dead roam the frozen wastes. Nori caries the whole world on her shoulders. Yeva and Alice are nothing but insects in her shadow. But who is the sun?
Pacing is Madness in Write by Constriction 2024-02-08 A Breakneck Meditation 3.1k words
We say stories are slow reads or page-turners. Sections drag, or happen too fast. Every reader seems to have a speedometer – except me. Does pacing exist? I’ve made a fool of myself by insisting it doesn’t. It’s a meme, we made it up as a joke. But I can hone the delivery.
12: Just Another Body in Hostile Takeover 2024-02-04 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 12.9k words
J had made schedules and kept minutes for enough meetings. She knew management, she had flowcharts, and she’d applied that skillset to team organization. The conclusion of a mission, certainly one so… eventful, warranted an analysis, a retrospective, a breakdown. A postmortem. Metaphorically speaking, of course. And yet J still hesitated. The routines were primed — now back at the spire, all threats eliminated, the only thing the mission required was a debrief and report written. J loved writing reports.
Review of Six Pomegranate Seeds in The Serpent's Track 2024-02-03 An Understated Masterpiece 1.0k words
I read a profoundly good Harry Potter fanfic and there's so much I have to say. Efflusive praise, small reservations, and a sense of satisfied disappointment.
Some Quick Notes on Blurbs in The Serpent's Track 2024-01-24 a blogpost .4k words
How do you write blurbs? My philosophy, when I’m reading or writing blurbs, is that it needs to say a) what the protagonist is like, b) what they spend time doing, and c) the direction the story is going on. If the story you’re writing is any good, there’s an answer to those three questions that, when a target audience member hears it, will go “yeah, that sounds interesting, tell me more.” The true appeal might be too subtle or complicated to convey in a blurb, but for at least one or two of them, you should be able to pique my curiosity in a single sentence.
11: Arcane Rain Fell in Hostile Takeover 2024-01-22 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 10.4k words
All winds carried a sense of loss. Air would flow into any free space it could — so every gust that moved did so to fill an emptiness. Above Serial Designation N, the spire swayed. Little drafts sometimes snuck in through long, winding cracks. Compressed plastic and sludged semi-liquid filled the walls, but not completely. Between those walls, their lair yawned vast enough that some spots could get perceptibly hotter or colder, and so the air circulated.
10: A Romance With Violence in Hostile Takeover 2024-01-11 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 10.2k words
Her life was flashing before her eyes and all Uzi Doorman could think was, I’m going to die having never kissed anyone. So this streak of stupid thoughts around J kept going. So much for not holding the idiot ball — the scorpion and the frog is like, kindergarten stuff. Awful part of it all was… Uzi wasn’t even mad. She imagined J killing everyone she ever knew and… that sucked. She’d try to stop it — after all, it more than anything else was what had driven her to hack into J’s system. It was a Bad Thing and she Should Not let it happen. Easy to devise those predicates — but the data loaded into a symbolic register, not an emotional one.
Favorite Metal Albums of 2023 in The Serpent's Track 2024-01-05 a blogpost 1.3k words
This post is unfinished, but it’s 2025 at this point; it won’t be finished. 2023 probably marked the year of my most active engagement with music since first getting into the hobby as a teenager. (In those days, I would listen to half a dozen new bands every day after school; I’m not sure I’m ever getting back to that). Enough that I felt compelled to assemble the fruits of that exploration into a end of year review — the first I’ve ever done. And yet, after all of that… I do find myself disappointed with my progress. When I conceived this project, I hoped to give at least a cursory listen to all the major metal releases of 2023, skim the top of RateYourMusic or something. But I have other hobbies, and a growing need to dwell in my comfort zone. As a result, there are only 45 albums I feel familiar enough to slot into rankings.
9: …And the World Will Go On Without You in Hostile Takeover 2024-01-03 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 15.6k words
Serial Designation V remembered the exact moment it all went wrong. She might be the last one who still knew the truth — but she had also been the first to learn. Where did it all go wrong? On a hot day in autumn, V woke up first. In Tessa’s room, dawn’s first rays had fallen through the window, distant glow filtering through pink curtains. Dim, even for V’s optics, but her white eyelights still flicked on. The shadows were teeming.
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8: Abrasive Swirling Murk in Hostile Takeover 2023-12-22 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 11.7k words
The Worker Defense Force was asleep on the job, and Khan Doorman did nothing. Truly, what was the harm? On the wall near Door 1’s control console, a small whiteboard kept tally: ‘days since murder drone casualty.’ It had been ticking up for years, and with each added tally, a register of pride incremented. Admittedly, they’d kept the fatality rate so low by curtailing any scavenging runs to the city ruins. But when you build doors so good, who wouldn’t want to stay nestled in their embrace?
7: A Salowe Vision in Hostile Takeover 2023-12-20 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 14.2k words
Only Doll of all drones would be awake at 4 AM. What would she look like if she got her beauty sleep? Lizzy wondered. Under the covers, the blonde worker curled up. Blinked pink eyes closed, and waited to be dragged back into recharge. Nope, nothing. She curled up tighter — the absence was letting the bed get annoyingly cool. Didn’t help that the insulation of these cheap covers was a bad joke.
The Twelve Prosaic Virtues in Write by Constriction 2023-12-15 An Analysis of Style 4.3k words
What is prose? How do you recognize it? Prose is the thoughtful selection and careful arrangement of words. But if you really want to understand it, you’re better off ditching the word. It means at least twelve different things.
In Dialogue With Plagues in Anamnesis and Aretology 2023-12-13 a tale of infectious revelation 6.1k words
What is red ichor? Weevils tell stories, the oldest stories, of bats before they bled wrong. But what changed? Why regenerating direbeasts, why magical bloodletting, why these hungry plagues of relentless mutation?
A Heart to Judge in Black Nerve 2023-12-06 Makuja’s Prelude 10.0k words
In a land of drought and scarcity, death is certain. Wise bugs weight the scales — who to favor, who to value? One day, Makuja will decide who lives and dies. Until then, she enjoys the world’s favor. But what wisdom comes to a girl with every privilege?
Gildenighter, Wormthew, Eelwoven in Anamnesis and Aretology 2023-12-06 an abbreviated history 4.5k words
The story of Clan Wormthew née Gildenighter is a tale of conniving desperation, pride’s own survival instincts, and blood that betrays its veins.
6: No Lonelier Star in Hostile Takeover 2023-12-03 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 14.0k words
Uzi resisted. Of course Uzi resisted! What else were you supposed to do, when your cover had been blown and you were captured by the enemy, your systems invaded as they poised to tear secrets right out of your database? Well, ‘secrets.’ J — no, the murder drone — had already pretty much figured out Uzi was a worker. Miraculous (and a bit hilarious, let’s be real) that she had carried that bit so far. Still, what more could the murder drone discover in Uzi’s memory database? Her stupid crushes? The poetry she should have burned? All of Lizzy and Doll’s worst attacks, the ones that actually hurt?
Notes on Drawing Mantis Dicks in Squiggle's Essays 2023-12-01 Dead Dove (Do Not Eat) 2.4k words
Anatomically correct bugfucking is in a dire state. It’s time to fix that.
5: This Hollow Ache in Hostile Takeover 2023-11-23 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 10.4k words
Thump, thump. Oil rushed through this body. She could hear the surge, the pressure. It never stopped. But it only got this loud when it wanted to attack. She just wished it realized it couldn’t. When this body itched, she scratched. When this body thirsted, she drank. When this body pined for violence, when the need to sink claws in and shred bristled like a coat, she struck.
4: Chrysalis in Hostile Takeover 2023-11-18 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 11.9k words
Class ended in five minutes and all Uzi Doorman could think was, An hour is too long for lunch. Was that edgy enough? A scathing indictment of this worthless pretense of an education system? No, she needed something harder hitting… As her processors contemplated it, Uzi idly scribbled on a sheet of paper, double-checking some math. Also doodling some wicked skulls!
Onward to Providence Image Viewer 2023-11-17 a blogpost .0k words
3: [Error 36:48.58/Connection Lost] in Hostile Takeover 2023-11-15 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 9.2k words
An ethereal light shines down, as if sieved through a gloom-haunted veil. Sounds of a room come garbled to her, peopled by voices at once familiar and pointing to no memory. J feels untethered, floating out of body. A silhouette steps into the light, darkened by shadow, nothing identifiable save hair and bow. Soft flesh brushes against synthskin, a cheek-caress. She’d lean into it, if she could move — if this were her body.
A Short Rant About Mother of Learning in The Serpent's Track 2023-11-14 To prove a point 1.1k words
I opened up a random chapter of Mother of Learning, and I have come to decision. MoL’s prose is alright. In fact, with a very reasonable definition of what “prose” is, I would outright concede that MoL has good prose. But.”
2: The Abhorrent Rays in Hostile Takeover 2023-11-11 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 9.7k words
04:50 Serial Designation J needed a roadmap. Not literally — her memory banks held a topologically mapped reconstruction of her surroundings. But figuratively? Where did she go from here? When would she fly back to the spire? The disassembly drone paced the parking lot of the Church of the Electric and the Divine. Metal and glass glimmered while her shadow danced and flickered faster than she moved, the bright fire still burning the church.
1: Disinfect the Dead in Hostile Takeover 2023-11-06 A chapter of Hostile Takeover 9.4k words
Amid the hail of gunfire, J stopped to glance at her reflection. Bright moonlight upon glistening oil rendered her a stark, pale ghost. Yellow eyes pierced the night air beneath a row of matching bulbs, bright in working order. She smoothed a strand of stray synthetic hair back into place among her pigtails, flashed a winning smile, and returned to the hunt.
Your Soul’s Weight in Sand in Black Nerve 2023-10-24 outline of Anna’s life 7.0k words
Anna of Three Lakes hatched on the grimy city streets, sooth-black and infested with slug and mites, an orphan with nothing and no one. She was one of the first kids to get sucked up into an inculcatorium, in the days when Immolata the Second Overscourge first introduced them. (Perhaps she’d been caught in some crime born of desperation, only for it to be decided she had some potential as a vesperbane. Or perhaps this was just a possible sentence for a deliquent youth.)
Thy Wretched Mask in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 Story of a girl whose name, body, and mind are not her own .2k words
Everyone wants to peel off their skin and scream into the night. You’re just supposed to keep a handle on that.
Beca’s trying. On the run, she’ll get it right in a new town. She’s got nothing to her name save a pet raven, but a little pickpocketing will change that. Maybe a buglary or two. As long as she doesn’t tear someone apart in broad daylight, she could keep everything under control.
It’s a lonely life, but friendship is only temptation. She should just keep to herself. So why does she listen when the woman from the shadows talks? It’s an offer that could lift her off the streets for good.
The catch? She has to kill someone. Again. That’s definitely too much temptation.
Chapter 11 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 2.9k words
No. Not like this. I run. Like hell. Forest on my feet. Cold night air. Every breath bites. Too early for autumn. Expecting every inhale to hurt. All this breathless running, I expect to be coughing. Last thing I remember. Last thing I remember, it was lungs coughing inside out. So much blood and mucus I was breathing it. None of that now. Every breath comes easy. Cold air bites, but it feels fresh. Fuck.
Chapter 10 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 2.8k words
This one had a million first thoughts. Life crawls out of unlife. Unlife defines it — feeble attempts at something more, which could prosper only by dint of a miracle. Birth rides a knife’s edge between growth and decay. Billions ride this edge, and almost all fail. Thus, the miracle happens a million times. This one thinks a thousand times of the impossible chance of surviving this long, and the impossible odds of surviving longer. To barely live is a gift. To barely live is a punishment and cruel test.
Chapter 9 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 2.3k words
My vision darkens. The sky is blotted out. I smell blood, so much blood. Was this a murder? Has death come for me at last? Death has feathers. Black and yet… glowing. “Becaw?” It’s Valeri, my pet Raven is still here. I pat the bird. “Hey, Valeri. I was out of it for a bit there, wasn’t I?” She squawks. “Becaw sleeps?” “It’s… complicated. Had a weird soul vision thing.”
Chapter 8 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 2.7k words
We needed to leave immediately. I walk the halls of the crumbling fortress. Ghalena’s body walks behind me, that face unable to settle on a glare or beatific devotion. I’m the thing she loves most in the world and the one who tried to kill that and her. Must suck, haha. It’s dusty in this old ruin. At least, I hope that dust. They’re probably spores. Except… are they spores? Are these things even fungus?
Chapter 7 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 2.3k words
I struggle, but what is struggle, when you cannot move a muscle? I’m suddenly aware of the humming black filaments threaded throughout my body, spilling out from the malign core, infiltrating and infecting me in the hours I’ve allowed it inside my body. I can feel them nestled against my nerves, betraying my signals. Progenitor. Its spores killed Ghalena. Its influence manipulated me into tortuing her. Now it was holding me hostage, barring every chance I have to amend even a fraction of my mistakes.
Chapter 6 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 1.7k words
Perhaps the starving are not best served by newfound gluttony. Perhaps flames are best admired from afar. Perhaps contradiction is not easily swallowed up in negation. We are choking on paradox. The fires can consume us. Even as we grow, even as we feast, they resist us. We gaze into their light, and they gaze back. We gaze into their gazing of us. We are known. We know ourselves.
Chapter 5 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 1.8k words
What was the point? I have now tasted every inch of Ghalena’s body. I know how the fat of her breasts differs from gamey muscle of her arms. I’ve cleaned away every scar and blemish. Was this supposed to feel good? I’ve gnawed on her bones, sucked at her cartilage. My tongue has grown sluggish and my jaw sore. The hunger that animated me at first has been sated. But it’s always there. I can keep going. I have to keep going.
Chapter 4 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 3.4k words
Thump, thump. I’m staring down the slopes, peering into the distant, dark water of Emul’s Bog. Ghalena’s body is behind me. If I don’t look at it, maybe I can fight the temptation. Thump, thump. I hear my pulse in my ears. My hands grip my head by the sides, pressing my ears together. The noise of crashing river is blocked out. Thump, thump. I’m alive. I ate the fungus and… nothing happened.
Chapter 3 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 3.3k words
“You poor thing.” I awake feeling… clean. The muddy clothes aren’t caked to my form, and my several wounds pain me — they always pain me, my skin doesn’t heal right even when it’s not bearing a magical oath-wound — but now all those scratches and bruises are wrapped tight and tingling with mediciene. “Who are you? Where am I?” The only keeping me from panicking is that I do feel the warm, soft form of Valeri still curled up on my stomach.
Chapter 2 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 2.6k words
I fall from the tree and Valeri perches on my shoulder. The sun is setting; dusk would arrive soon, so might as well make my way to Emul’s Bog. Wind creeps through the stagnant mists of the marshland. Mud clings to my cloth-wrapped feet. I see salamanders and frogs wriggling in pools of dark water. Sunset shadows turn the old trees that surround me into long forms that seek across the grounds.
Chapter 1 in Thy Wretched Mask 2023-09-27 A chapter of Thy Wretched Mask 3.3k words
Autumn comes a month early to Emul’s Fall. That was two weeks ago, and now the chill in the air is starting to bite. Sleeping in empty houses without a furnace isn’t gonna cut it anymore. I don’t have any firewood, and if I did, smoke rising out of a building nobody lives in is gonna raise questions, sooner or later. It’s a risk, but I can’t say courting frostbite ain’t a risk either. I’m shivering under my bandages.
Mortal Terror in Outlined and Phantasmal 2023-09-25 notes for a Vigor Mortis fanfic .8k words
You awake beneath a yellow sky over a hungry god. You know how this story ends. Unfortunately, you’re starting at the beginning. Which is to say, this is Vigor Mortis SI. Protag SIs into a starving orphan in skyhope. Not vita, but a rando. Given this is styled as a SI, protag would be aimless and lacking motivation, just rottin away. Until they have a brush with death (a mugging perhaps? or witness to a violent crime? some vagary or other of the street life), and they realize they need to get stronger, seize peace and prosperity for themselves by any means necessary.
The Complete History of Western Overscourges in Anamnesis and Aretology 2023-09-04 a tale of uneasy succession 8.0k words
The first vesperbane stronghold was lead by a series of five — some would argue four — military dictators before its collapse. Every single one had popularity and legitimacy no more than tenuous. Yet it endured three trials conducted as war before its collapse. This is that history.
4: Flash iii: A Freezing Summer’s Wind in Aurora Moonrise 2023-09-03 A chapter of Aurora Moonrise 3.0k words
A cloud passes in front of the moon. A shadow rears up behind Aurora. She lashes out, a fist thrown with weight behind it. She impacts hard against tree bark. There’s nothing there. Jumping at literal shadows. Aurora sighs, and advances deeper into the spirit-haunted woods. Running through this domain, one can’t say Sus made no attempt to trip her. Sus is these woods, and the roots beneath her feet had every intention of pulling her to the ground; the vines and branches clearly intended to slap out in front of her stride, and the only paths allowed to be worn in the underbrush were those that twisted like a maze. But having spent over ten years wandering these woods, she can weave through at a jogging pace.
3: Flash ii: What Haunts the Stars in Aurora Moonrise 2023-08-15 A chapter of Aurora Moonrise 2.4k words
A world of unending gray, so lonely the distant stars seem like companions, so empty not even a wind disturbs the all-encompassing dust. Closed eyes see hidden light. Aurora awakens in a small room with sunset’s golden light streaming through empty holes in the wall. The girl stretches in the small bed, rubbing against the silken soft sheets beneath. A blink, a glimpse at how late it’s gotten, and she frowns. Sitting up, then carefully she slips her feet into some slippers, a layer between her and the stone of the floor.
1: Memory vii: Meteor Cadence in Aurora Moonrise 2023-08-03 A chapter of Aurora Moonrise .7k words
It is the fate of comets to dazzle and destroy. The prelude to even the grandest song is utter silence. In the vast gulfs where even the nearest light is but a small fraction of the panorama, the music of stars and spheres is a dim murmuring. In this black empty quietude, a player composes their next movement. A comet flies through the void between the stars. She has no stellar light with which to dazzle, and no celestial body to destroy. The comet is alone: no one to shine for (as she melts to gaseous nothing) nor dance with (unto their obliteration).
2: Flash i: Melt in Battle’s Heat in Aurora Moonrise 2023-08-03 A chapter of Aurora Moonrise 2.3k words
A girl falls to earth. It’s a pounce, but her arms close around empty air. Her foe has eluded her again. Moments later, she spots it hiding behind a bush. A spirit resembles a greenskinned child. No face to bear expression, but the jerk of its head still indicates surprise. “Gotcha!” The girl charges after it, prismatic hair trailing like ribbons behind her. The spirit-child stands about half the height of the girl; there was no way its legs were long enough to keep up with her. But with each footfall against the green-covered earth, it moves swift — as if each blade of green helped convey it.
Wheels Within Wheels in Write by Constriction 2023-06-17 The Formal Art of Spinning Scenes 17.3k words
Once that snippet of prose runs out of steam, how do you continue it? What’s the next sentence, the next paragraph? You have ideas, but nothing flows right, does it? And once you’ve outlined all the broad bits of plot, how do you actually start write it? You know what needs to happen next, but that next line isn’t coming. Let’s fix that.
Lardsuckers and (What Were) Grubsuckers in Anamnesis and Aretology 2023-06-01 a tale of greed gourged and potential realized 3.3k words
Heartlands bugs farm many animals, from mealworms to hogs. All flesh is mutable under the ministration of red ichor. What arises from generations of beasts selected to be good hosts for mutant blood, and blood in turn selected to make its hosts tasty and fat?
Notes on Crepuscules in Black Nerve 2023-06-01 a lore document .5k words
The crepuscular process is understood as the vespers’ judgment made manifest. A “crepuscule” , after all, is just a vesperbane whose vespers no longer abide by the pact which binds vesper to bane. There’s four chief ways for this to happen. vespers arent bugs, and they refuse to make themselves clear to bugs (deliberately so, many think — they’ve been exploited by bugs, and if their workings were clear, they’d be more exploited), but there’s a few categories of thing that get the vespers to raise their hackles
The New Theory of Umbral Physics in Black Nerve 2023-04-25 a lore document 1.9k words
Enervate absorbs. But to fully grapple with the behavior of enervate, you need deeper theories. Enervate is five things and nothing else: two kinds of particles, which generate three forces. The rest is extrapolation.
Nous Inspira in Anamnesis and Aretology 2023-04-03 the art of impulse ablaze 3.2k words
Think about it like this. Say you’re a vesperbane, and your enemy is trying to nudge your thoughts against your best interest, poison your senses and imagination with false images, and so on. All that tricky illustionist shit. You, obviously, don’t want this to happen, so how do you manage that?
Circuits of Ice and Iron in Teasers and Prototypes 2023-03-17 of automata and autonomy 2.4k words
Sigils etched upon metal bring automata to life in a world of creations without creators. In the frozen north, a princess sheds her crown for another path. She’d kill anyone to stay free. Three of her friends would kill anyone to bring her back.
Fear the Sirens in The Serpent's Track 2023-02-20 Basilisks aren’t the only acausal nightmare 1.3k words
The idea is simple: suppose you have detected a paperclip maximizer emerging on Alpha Centauri. It’s already developing fast enough that there’s no way humanity will be able to mount a real resistance by the time it arrives in our solar system. However, you can reason that if a maximizer is intelligent enough to destroy humanity, it must grasp concepts like performing instrumental steps to achieve a goal.
We Must Convey What the Video Cannot in The Serpent's Track 2023-02-03 An incidental exegesis 2.3k words
A few days ago, the youtuber Big Joel released a video about Godzilla (1954) called “We Must Destroy What the Bomb Cannot” . What did he mean by this?”
28: A Murderous Misdirection in Black Nerve 2023-01-31 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 8.5k words
“There’s something strange about the direhound,” Quessa replied quietly to the gray nymph. The atmosphere has changed now, after they’d at last seen and heard a third flare. Gone went the panic of uncertain failure, anxiety at what they would do to help. There is still cause for fear, still things to dread — but they were back to the clarity of mission parameters. The plan marched on.
The Duality of Mantes in Anamnesis and Aretology 2023-01-26 on the psychology of dancing and hunting 3.0k words
They say, “Every mantis has fluff on her antennae and spikes on her arms. You don’t know her until you’ve seen both.”
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Frozen Dominion in Teasers and Prototypes 2022-12-29 a lonely queen’s tale 1.6k words
In a snowstorm, two pokemon meet. One an intruder, and one who belongs. Or does she?
In The Hours Before Sunrise in Black Nerve 2022-11-26 A Prefigurement of A Beatific Cage 10.0k words
Author’s Note: A Chimerical Hope is, in a theoretical sense, loosely outlined as part one of a three part series (which I tentatively call The Dream of Tyrants and Traitors). Despite this, I feel the second and third parts — titled A Beatific Cage and A Tenebrous Dawn — will never be written, given the pace at which ‘chimhop’ (isn’t) proceeding. There’s a lot of very interesting plot and worldbuilding that would be introduced in these vaporous installments, and I’m be loath to never show it to the world.
Gathered Apocrypha in Black Nerve 2022-11-24 a lore document 13.6k words
This pages collects the various answers we’ve given to questions about the heartlands over the years, largely from our discord. If you have questions of your own, contact us. The heartlands is, first and foremost, the land of ants and roaches. The Noble Roaches and the Spinner Ants comprise the majority sapient life in the heartlands, and most occupy professions translatable as ‘farmer’ .
Umbracognition in Brief in Black Nerve 2022-11-02 notes on mental influence through black nerve 1.4k words
What is an umbracog? Put simply, an umbracog molds enervate in their brain. Its antumbra reacts with neurotransmitters and itself, augmenting cognition. Every sapient bug in the heartlands is an umbrcog of some development, because nouform cognition is what allows for intelligence. Given that, why is an umbracog, in the colloquial sense, meant as something strange and rare? Why does every bug not boast their mental gifts, why are they not all masters of the psychic arts?
Endowments and Techniques in Black Nerve 2022-10-07 a lore document .2k words
Expression: Vespertheca Prevalence: common to all members of Vesperis vulgaris Endowments: Expression: Umbral Meridians Prevalence: all members of V. vulgaris Endowments: Expression: Sanguine Vessels Prevalence: all modern members of V. vulgaris Endowments: Expression: Wretched Raptorials Prevalence: common among most cultivated pedigrees of V. vulgaris Endowments:
27: To Trap Your Hunter in Black Nerve 2022-09-06 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 7.3k words
Ooliri stumbles forward, his sandaled feet dragging over the muddy ground. A green tarsus holds his — Quessa’s foreleg is pulling the gray nymph forward. He looks around this clearing sprawled outside Wisterun’s walls, eyeing all the ant majors gripping weapons in their mandibles, and at the white- and black-clad ant intently conversing with the One Who Bites Water — and at his teammates, Awelah and Makuja, stalking forward with all the determination of trained soldiers.
Of the Ophisrhodon in Black Nerve 2022-09-05 notes on the cursed eye of the beholden 2.9k words
The souleye, (sometimes called the fifth eye, the esoteric eye, or even the pineal eye for an analogy to vertebrates), regulates a diamantid’s nous, the seat of higher cognition and sapiance. From its place recessed inside the brain, it synthesizes, stores and processes the umbraneurotransmitters required for higher cognition. Though poorly understood, its role in catalyzing, selectively distributing, and otherwise modulating nouetic activity hint at a role even more significant than a simple nerve gland or neural liver.
Pharmacia & Nocturnes in Black Nerve 2022-08-19 a lore document 1.4k words
One day, I posted: Prompting this response: Okay, so I understand that mala being held by mantid groups in common can lead to enclosure by clans or other power-seekers who then use control of the vespermala to cement their advantage, but what are pharmacia, and what are nocturnal accounting and accumulation? — Hasturtimesthree So the important part about the disenthralled rebellion’s mala storage isn’t enclosure, it’s that collective access, coupled with mantid’s short lifespans, meant that there was a remarkable increase in the amount of cross-pollination and diversity in vesper crypts. For most of their natural history (albeit less so in the late myriad kingdoms, as the bats began to amble towards trade and vassalage), a vesper’s descendants were very likely to live in the same host or a small number of closely related hosts. Any idea or innovation might take many generations to have a chance of dispersing across the vesperbat population. Most did not.
On the Plurality of Evening in Black Nerve 2022-08-09 a side story 1.5k words
After the lecture, Myla climbs down from her place among a row of perches. She wades pass a crowd of mantids in silver headbands, the blue light of Ngini’s mix glinting off them as the doors open to a sweltering evening. In her bag, there’s a flakey book with a cord of mycelia looped around a certain page. She’s memorized the contents, but having a backup never hurts.
Outlines as Temporarily Embarrassed Drafts in Write by Constriction 2022-08-03 A Guide to Planning 5.7k words
The second thing to always keep in mind is you don’t want to be outlining. Your goal here isn’t to produce a finished outline — I never have. The only rule of writing is tell your story, and you only need enough outline to accomplish that. Here’s what you need.
26: Twilight for the Sky Below in Black Nerve 2022-08-01 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 4.8k words
In Duskroot or, she imagines, even Solaroch — in any proper stronghold — lanterns would line the streets, casting the pale yellow light of luciflies or the chemical blue rays of of Ngini’s mix. In a town like Wisterun, though? Can they not afford a few banes to put up lights — or is it just that roaches and ants didn’t need it? Twilight now, distant sunrays still touch the sky, reaching out from below the horizon with red and purple fingers. The streets are empty above Awelah’s eye level — most mantis imagos must have turned in for the evening already. Below her eye level, smaller bugs fill in the flow. Roaches liked the evening time, and ants didn’t mind.
25: A Stifling Protection in Black Nerve 2022-07-17 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 3.8k words
How many bugs could a direhound kill? Ooliri — Ooliri of all people — was able to knock down one of Unodha’s dogs with his baton. He had his brother’s help, sure, but then it took one stab from Firha to finish the thing. (If his recounting is right, that is, but would Ooliri have embellished killing something?) Awelah shakes her head. So, Unodha’s dogs had to be something a town could defend itself from without needing vesperbanes’ help, right? The danger of direhounds is that they come in packs, anyway. There’s only one left, now.
Actions are Louder in Write by Constriction 2022-07-10 Thoughts On Writing Characters 2.3k words
There are no characters, only actions. If the illusion of ‘character’ arises from an urge to correlate actions to some underlying reality beyond the page, then a problem of characters must be solved by improving actions, not the implied reality.
24: Awaiting the Unexpected in Black Nerve 2022-07-08 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 4.9k words
A dress flutters in the wind, the yellow cloth draped from mesothorax to abdomen, the waves of motion over the fabric momently allowing glimpses of the darker fabric clinging to his legs. A loose fit as seen from how it shifts, two suspender straps run down the prothorax to secure the dress in place. He approaches, stepping out from the arches of the town hall and lifting the hem of his dress as he steps onto the muddy street.
23: A Debt Uncollected, a Demand Unfulfilled in Black Nerve 2022-07-03 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 4.0k words
A gunshot. Who died? Has he found me? Does he know? “One bullet for each traitor. No more, no less. Remember that, child.” Her forelegs tighten, wrapping around — empty space? Where is she? There is supposed to be a hug here. There is supposed to be comfort now. Where is — I’m alone. Nouform: Calming Draft! At this point, the signs are habit. She could do it signlessly.
22: Suspicions and Sermons in Black Nerve 2022-06-29 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 3.4k words
The first impression one has at finally arriving in Wisterun is… disappointment. The few dozen towering mantis homes upthrust from the creekside look like the entirety of a tiny village. The gates of Wisterun are slabs of smoked conk held together with hard mud. As the slabs close behind them, they start forward onto rock-studded dirt from which weeds arise. The towers are placed with all the logic of trees in an old growth forest — an image completed by the catwalks stretching between them, suggested a parallel canopy of bridge-streets. Below them, the streets weave around, winding, width waxing and waning abruptly.
21: A Wisterun Welcome in Black Nerve 2022-06-26 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 3.8k words
“It’s all under control,” Yanseno says, his harness lifted off him with a single swipe of his aura-wreathed tarsus. It drops to the smoked conk platform beneath them, forgotten. “I sensed Makuja moving, chi-nrv burn suggestive of active bloodletting. Mending, or her myxokora are out. I signaled Boleheva to tail her.” “Is she okay?” Ooliri asks. “Why not tell her to help?”
Dissecting the False Hydra in Twist, Define, Ramify 2022-06-25 an essay 7.4k words
Where do false hydras come from? Are they creatures that propagate themselves? spell effects? spontaneous generations? What, exactly, does a false hydra sing? What grants its these antimemetic properties? It’s not about falsehood. It’s about cognitive dissonance.
20: A Final Stretch in Black Nerve 2022-06-15 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 3.5k words
Like the umbral filaments spilling from Tenebra, trail lines extend out from Wisterun, a small point whose influence magnified it. Around the town farmland fans out, starting not far from its walls of mud, stone and wood. The farms are delineated and crossed by those trails. Not roads: they lacked the stiffness and symmetry of the roads a diamantid would put down. No, the reason for these trails is only seen as Ooliri flies closer. Ants, dozens of them swaddled in colorful clothes, along them marched in ranks or, here and there, wandered alone.
19: A Distant Dark Lake in Black Nerve 2022-06-13 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 2.6k words
A little nymph cries over a great dark lake. Her abdomen heaves with sobs and so much effort as her frail legs push paddles. Her boat is just large enough to contain her. It stutters along with each slow cycle of her paddling. The oars splash water that’s as black as if it had fallen in one of those evil wisp-storms. There is no reflection at all.
Beetle in Black Nerve 2022-06-08 a side story 4.0k words
Author’s Note: Wasp, Bettle & Scopion was a planned Black Nerve novella. I finished one chapter and made substantial progress on the second. At this point, though, I find I am unlikely to continue work on this project. I had a few interesting ideas and I’m proud of what results, but it was too ambitious for a side project, and overall, I just didn’t not have enough outstanding long-term plans or this project or confidence in it.
The Ur-Development in Write by Constriction 2022-06-06 Another Universal Theory of Plot 6.1k words
Surely the rules of writing are much more complicated? No, I think I could give them in a sentence. Writing — all writing, really, not just fiction — is on setup and payoff, question and answer, tension and release. The rest is corollary.
Xenodeterminism in Twist, Define, Ramify 2022-05-23 An Alien Manifesto 6.5k words
Xenofiction is a challenge for the imagination. It fails by failing to imagine. How do you allow a xeno to be like humans without it being falsely familiar? How do you make them truly different, rather than falsely alien? I’ve never found anyone giving a good answer. I’m going to fix that.
18: Death in the East in Black Nerve 2022-05-21 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 4.7k words
One moment, a black and white form rises in the ants’ shelter, shaking, something falling away as it turns. The next moment, it is close enough to see the veins in its eyes, the flaring of its nostrils. Black and white fur colors it in sharp contrast. The knuckles of its forelegs pound into the ground with each step, and the legs are as tall as the nymphs are.
Sensory Reification in Write by Constriction 2022-05-19 The Advanced Lecture on “Show, Don’t Tell” 5.4k words
17: A Pursuit Concluded in Black Nerve 2022-05-18 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 3.1k words
Water flows downhill, so on past the gorge’s crest, the land declines. Sharply, too. The creekwater rushes through rapids, and the three nymphs interlock arms to safely descend, half-falling, half-stumbling from plant to plant, hanging onto trunks or stems. In the process, they uproot one fern. On this side of the hill, more metataxites creep up, even with the angle. (Perhaps the great lichens were eeking out where the trees had more trouble.)
16: An Occluded Path in Black Nerve 2022-05-18 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 3.0k words
Occlusion. Safety is occluded by tension, by the sudden absence. Certainty is occluded by questions, doubts, the most dependable part of their morning ripped away. Clear thinking is occluded by the vestigial fingers of poor sleep pressing against their mind. For Awelah, though, those fingers slip away as a thrill of urgency and motivation comes, a problem to solve, a new hunt beginning.
15: Experiment and Application in Black Nerve 2022-05-18 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 5.4k words
“Enervate absorbs. Energy, matter, even itself. It absorbs heat, force, sound, and it doesn’t reflect them back like matter does. It’s like if you poured water onto a towel — some of the water is absorbed, but some is always dripping back out. That’s matter. Enervate is more like if you had a tight bowl, you pour water in and it stays there, it doesn’t leak out.”
14: An Elusive Wolf, a Relentless Wolf in Black Nerve 2022-05-12 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 4.0k words
Heat from their fire and shelter from the old tree had kept it from them, but after days now of unbroken sunless overcast, a chill is rising in the land, while drizzle and damp air is falling. As Awelah departs into the woods, she wonders if the fog is gathered thickly enough for her spear to stab through it. Proximity to the creek couldn’t have helped, when it comes to how bad the fog got. As she walks Awelah hears it rush over rocks and slam into mud. The waters are dark, and it isn’t just shadows. The creekwater isn’t safe to drink, not so soon after a wispfall. A wispfall in the mountains behind them, where all this water is runoff from? Still, enervate is sensitive to temperature — it didn’t get hot, not in the way matter does, but it nonetheless didn’t stick around after boiling.
A Small Theory of Detail in Write by Constriction 2022-05-06 What are the little moments for? 1.6k words
I’m not going to say much here that’s new, but the framing might be. I want to talk a bit about detail in stories. Why do stories need detail? What purpose do they serve, and when is that detail unnecessary? You can say stories are arguments, logical explanations of a series of events. You have a premise (a land of dragons and wizards ruled by a evil king, awaiting a chosen one), which poses some interesting question (how do they depose of the evil king?), and the stories exists to explain the answer to that question.
13: Two Techniques and a Beetle in Black Nerve 2022-05-05 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 2.3k words
Once all of that was over, they could resume what was interrupted: Awelah passing Makuja the bit of rope she asked for. She needed some bits of baneleather too. Then, as they continued their journey vaguely parallel to the now-out-of-sight creek, Makuja fiddled with the rope and tough fungal patches. Ooliri watches with clear interest, but he’s not the one to ask — perhaps on pain of hypocrisy for keeping his own project a secret.
12: A Spar and a Specter in Black Nerve 2022-05-04 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 2.8k words
That night, they slept without the security of the cave they’d grown accustomed to. It was in a field near a hill, and all the security they had was boulders and a few trees. (Trees, not metataxites.) For Awelah, she slept here and remembered her second night after the wispfall, sleeping in bedrolls just hours before occupied by now-dead pawns. She remembers killing them. She doesn’t sleep well, but you never sleep well the first night in a new location. Still, the memories don’t help.
11: A Wasp and a Pond in Black Nerve 2022-04-25 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 4.6k words
The spear is quickly unfolding in Awelah’s forelegs. “Alright. Let’s kill it.” Ooliri is glancing at the frond, the evidence for Makuja’s claim of someone’s presence. “It’s not the hound, is it? It wouldn’t have hands to grasp with.” “If it’s a mantis, we can trade supplies or information.” “Or get the drop on them,” Awelah says, “if they’re like you were.” There was a pause before she added the ‘were’ .
10: Direction Without a Path in Black Nerve 2022-04-24 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 2.5k words
With closure on the battle, and nothing but uncertain danger urging them on toward an uncertain goal, a certain lethargy grows in the nymphs. They sleep like corpses, and awake at midday, ravenously hungry. Meal after meal, their bodies never seem to regain strength, their stomachs fill like pits too deep to see the bottom of, and the soft parts of their cuticle hold a feverish heat as if coals burn within them. It gets worse, and days pass like this. Sometimes one of the nymphs doesn’t awake for most of a day, leaving the others to care for them.
9: Lingering Clouds in Black Nerve 2022-04-19 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 2.8k words
Premonitions of a storm haunt the three nymphs lost in northern Windhold. The sun, which had abandoned them after their defeat of Unodha, returns now fleetingly. Clouds amass from the horizon to the dome of the sky, and rays of light shine fadingly through till the east is but a blurred region of rosy light. Even that is muffled further by thin banks of fog, but the warming air gradually banishes them to mere humidity. By the time Awelah awakes, it is only vaguely misty and visibility is fair.
10: Caught and Bound in Kaon Rising 2022-04-06 A chapter of Kaon Rising 3.2k words
“Ah, but who else could I be? It is I, Devain. I believe you walked past me by mistake? It is dark in here, you must have missed me. But you’re better at seeing in the dark than most, aren’t you?” Kaon kept looking, then caught the glimmer in the shadows under one outjutting piece of rock. Devain was a dragon of gleaming silver scales and, despite his age, of slender build. Admittly something Kaon might miss in the dark, lost in his thoughts. It was hard to make out the elder derg’s expression, but he could make out the familiar pointed snout and horns that swept back to give his profile a diamond shape.
9: Connections Unseen in Kaon Rising 2022-04-06 A chapter of Kaon Rising 1.6k words
For one moment, Kaon gaped like an idiot. Then he closed his surprised mouth, and frowned. Vessia! Here, now, somehow — what to say? What was the coolest thing he could say? “Not just minor telekinesis, then,” he said. “Your Breath, I mean. That is how you appeared here?” Rather than answer, she said, “Hand me that.” Kaon gave her the book she had pointed at — Numiel’s Gates. She opened her mouth, and a purple glow condensed as a sphere in her maw. Part of it flew out to strike and engulf the book. The sphere remained, smaller now. Then she turned, eyes landing on the other book on her bed. Now the entire sphere flew, engulfing the second book.
8: A Chimerical Hope in Black Nerve 2022-03-07 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 2.6k words
Everyone was dead. Oocid. Madam Rutabrood. Mita. Yugen. Fihra. And Awelah. Unless… Ooliri had climbed up the ridge. With Makuja’s seeming betrayal, it shouldn’t be a surprise to find the pale nymph lying there, bleeding out. Her cloak was gone. A filament of enervation extends down to her body, trailing from the wisp-masses high above. It makes him quirk an antennae.
7: A Servant, a Scholar, a Scion in Black Nerve 2022-03-07 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 1.7k words
Makuja is a good tool. She does what has to be done. When it requires violence, yes, but also when it requires patience. That’s what sets her apart, she thinks. She isn’t just loyal. She’s clever. Unodha’s other pawns are dead, and she lives. Why? Because she had a plan. She didn’t just join the others in marching like ants to their deaths.
6: An Overburn in Black Nerve 2022-03-06 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 1.1k words
The nymphs are blown back by the blastwave of the explosion. The beach becomes but ash and smoke. “We need to run,” Oocid says. The other nymphs are struggling to stand, recovering from the trauma of the blast. Minutes later, they’re climbing up the slope they came down, but spare a glance behind them. The smoke and flames are clearing. There’s two immediately conflicting facts.
5: A Hunter and a Dead Bug in Black Nerve 2022-03-06 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 2.4k words
Gaze upon mangled roach corpses. They’re familiar: the faint reds and greens, the mother’s face that once regarded Awelah sadly, now ripped away. “You said the hounds were bane’s work, Oocid?” Fihra’s saying. “No fucking kidding. More and more of them, and they just keep getting closer. Feels like we’re being hunted, doesn’t it?”
4: A Beleaguered Journey in Black Nerve 2022-03-06 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 1.7k words
Upon a sheer hill, dark filaments rise up to the heavens. You can see for kilometers in the distance. There’s a far away lake or large pond, and near the horizon, there’s a hint of farmland. Atop this cliff, the pawns — Ooliri and two others — sit in meditation. Oocid guides them, while the mentor stands off, regarding Awelah. “I watched you fight Fihra,” she says. “You’re trained. You were going to be a vesperbane, yes?”
3: A Bloody Wolf in Black Nerve 2022-03-03 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 1.6k words
Ooliri had never been on a C-rank mission before. Every mission that took banes — and it had to have banes — outside of the safety of the stronghold walls was a C-rank at least. Even if combat or politics wasn’t mentioned in the brief. Ooliri is staring down the reason why. The direhound roars, crouching, and then it leaps for his vulnerable neck. The pawn is freezing up.
2: A Nymph and a Trap in Black Nerve 2022-03-01 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 2.3k words
Smaller, with big eyes and features defined by round shapes, the nymph looks up to her like the younger sibling to their elder. The refugee wears a look of calcined despair, of having lost everything yet gripping to one hope and determination. The nymph bears a look of emptiness, of having lost everything, of falling with nothing to hold on to — like they look at her from down within an ever-deepening pit. Somehow, her white eyes don’t look bright.
22: Part B1 in Black Nerve 2022-01-22 A chapter of Eifre Quest 8.0k words
She loathed that vesperbanes wore masks. It was probably a fiend. Maybe a wretch, but they felt powerful enough – in that dreadful, getawaygetawaygetaway sense trained vesperbanes inspired — to be a fiend. Or was it arrogance to think Wentalel would staff a fiend for something this routine, for pawns this undistinguished? She would have looked closer, but she didn’t want to be near them.
The Fourfold Divisions of Vesperbanes in Anamnesis and Aretology 2022-01-15 a lore document 2.7k words
Most vesperbanes have an affinity for one of the four earthly elements. Wrapped up in that word ‘affinity’ is a complex, poorly understood phenomena, a consequence both of a soul’s enervate composition and the physiology of their umbral system, as well as subtle thing like diet or health. There is a long-lasting nature vs nurture debate on the matter of affinity; while most vesperbanes seem to have an innate affinity, it has in some cases mutated with training — but is that a true change, or the revelation of what was always there, or incipient, like a nymph turning imago?
1: Wisps and Pawns in Black Nerve 2022-01-04 A chapter of A Chimerical Hope 1.7k words
Three nights have passed and no dawn has risen to break them. A torrent of black wisps is falling from the sky, the dirt eroding with each silent impact. The wisps stick to everything. A malevolent mist chokes the air, and above, strange flashes illuminate the sky, like rifts to unseen heavens. In these brief flashes, the light hints at a skeletal land of crags and gorges. A lone figure stumbles through the dark on four legs. Wisps slide off her heavy cloak. Atop a distant mountain behind her, scant light silhouettes the ruins.
2021
(35 posts)
Demise and the Gods in Black Nerve 2021-12-31 a Heartlands Myth 4.8k words
In the fullness before yet there were any kingdoms nor lords to rule them, all was all and nothing else. Demise looked upon the blank, unchanging excess of all things, and she grew bored .
On Myconidae in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2021-12-24 notes on mushroom people 1.5k words
The life of a myconid begins with the eurhiza, a mother or mistress or mind.
The Origin of Oosifea in Black Nerve 2021-12-02 a lore document 3.1k words
In the late chaos era, expansion of the ten thousand kingdoms of batkind and their practice of magically enthralling mantids had diven the ancestors of the welkinmarked into hiding. They barricaded themselves in a tiny pocket of land sheltered by the Welkin Peaks. These lands, now forgotten, are thought to be near what is now border between the Black Taiga and the Land of Mountains.
The Preposteriat in The Serpent's Track 2021-11-18 A Slay the Spire character concept 3.7k words
The Preposteriat, an agent from a doomed timeline, returned to erase the spire from history.
8: A Detail in the Dark in Kaon Rising 2021-11-09 A chapter of Kaon Rising 1.6k words
It didn’t take long to fall, so Kaon shouldn’t have been surprised that it was seconds before Oap called out. It worked, in a way. Initially, he had considered a plan of running in, leaving his cast-off behind as some sort of delayed payload, some kind of trap. Two problems shot that down. One, Kaon had range limits, and he lost fine control the farther away his cast-off got. Two, Kaon thought he needed his cast off for what he would do next.
7: A Devil at the Door in Kaon Rising 2021-11-09 A chapter of Kaon Rising 1.7k words
Inhale. Open your meridians. And Breathe. With a few weeks of training, even a dragonet can discharge pure mana. The mentors repeat it often: mana must be channeled. But why? What happens if you simply produced raw, unchanneled mana? One quickly observes that its own, pure mana does nothing. It sparkles a little, it glows, and then it is gone. A cheap lightshow.
6: Lairs and Liars in Kaon Rising 2021-11-07 A chapter of Kaon Rising 2.1k words
It hurt. Before his eyes opened, before he could even register the feel of dusty air or softness beneath his scales, he felt the pain. Abstractly, simply by location, it was familiar. Hundreds of hours of his life had poured into training, long past when other dragons would have given up; he knew the pain of a sore soul. He did not know the pain of a burnt soul.
5: Breakthrough in Kaon Rising 2021-11-06 A chapter of Kaon Rising 2.5k words
Kaon had long dwelled on the encounter with Vessia. Knowing things the mentors didn’t (or didn’t reveal), hiding her third level status — and that baffling alloy of respect she regarded Kaon with, marred by the sudden betrayal. For all his rumination, Kaon did not understand Vessia (and who did?), but Haore’s suggestion — that she would fight a thief (maybe), but then nobly sacrifice herself (really?) — all to save Nesle’s mirror? He’d stake a lot on his certainty that that was not what had happened. So the next step was to see what had. And so far, Kaon knew only one place to look.
4: Last Week’s Game in Kaon Rising 2021-11-05 A chapter of Kaon Rising 1.9k words
Vessia leaned against squat stones, and honed her black claws. Blue paint covered the tops of those rocks, and clutched in her hindpaws, a blue gem glimmered in the light. The light, reflected and filtered through this gem, fell upon her violet scales, and granted them new definition. She leaned against the rocks, while so many of the other dragons flew about, or tactically darted across lower platforms. Every flier clutched similar gemstones, some red, some green.
21: Part 15 in Black Nerve 2021-09-15 A chapter of Eifre Quest 8.7k words
“Dig through the girl’s bags. The sedative she used should be in there.” Maune speaks with the quick, definite strides of command. You look up. Ommatidia darken as focus returns to your surroundings, and you cock your head at the blue imago. “I can see all the hesitation on your face. Only one thing you’d pick if you’re dithering this long, right?” Maune points behind her, to where, past the ferns, the woods stand. She does this with those blood-red tentacles she hasn’t put away. “It won’t be a short walk back to the vale, and I don’t think I’ll take her waking up, whining and struggling.”
20: Part 14 in Black Nerve 2021-09-03 A chapter of Eifre Quest 4.9k words
“Aww, thank you, bees.” You pluck the blade from the fuzzy bugs. With the release of the burden their sagging legs spring up. Watching the rise and fall of their abdomens, you can imagine the relief. It’s not a big weapon. The grip is just large enough to wrap the three dactyls of one foreleg around, and the blade is perhaps five times that length?
Complexity is Not Objective! in The Serpent's Track 2021-08-16 a blogpost 3.4k words
I’m writing this post as a response to a specific person on a specific server, but this is a public site, so I’m going to lay groundwork that might seem elementary in the original context. Given how fundamental our differences are, it may yet be fruitful anyway. Oh, and be warned: this has nothing to do with fiction, unlike my usual fare. (For transparency sake, I will link my interlocutor’s summary of the ideas, which is shorter by far and less rambling.)
Overscourges of the Major Strongholds in Black Nerve 2021-08-14 a lore document 1.4k words
This post is four years old; the canonical list resembles this, but consider everything here subject to substantial revision. Overscourge of the Windborne Stronghold: Astere Navera, whose breath is black winds. A neurochanneling genius — at first, she was only a stewartry student studying nitrogen-inducing amalgams. So-called aerochannelers are known to create simple semistable constructs such as vortex rings, but Navera pioneered techniques that discovered and then addressed the problem of phase-turbulence, and her mastery of aerochanneling now resembles neuroconjuring, and some of her feats have verged on shadowcalling.
19: Part 13 in Black Nerve 2021-08-12 A chapter of Eifre Quest 4.8k words
“Well? What are you going to tell her? I imagine she won’t be up there for long.” You glance up at the dark curtains of your parent’s platform. Shafts of sunlight rain on it from the windows, and dust floats in the light like sparse snow. “Yikki has to stay here. I don’t want her to have to leave.” “I agree,” Shimare says. She isn’t standing. Her tarsi grip the handles of a perch, her small abdomen resting on a cushion. She doesn’t look relaxed, though, eyes regarding you intensely. “She’s like the rest of your agemates, right? Adores vesperbanes, defers to them?”
18: Part 12 in Black Nerve 2021-08-06 A chapter of Eifre Quest 6.6k words
You do not go unnoticed. If you’re close enough to see the crowd in the schoolyard, it means, even fascinated by the vesperbanes, everyone can see you approaching without turning their heads. Still, some do. Remna glances over and smiles, a boy with long antennae regards you with a pinched, confused expression, and a fifth instar girl with white and green chitin glances over for one moment. Her antennae curl up and palps curve downward like fangs. It’s one moment, then she looks away – throughout, you don’t meet her eyes.
The Thirteen Arts of Vesperbanes in Black Nerve 2021-07-28 a lore document 2.0k words
Note: This section is likely outdated. Pending further review, I don’t think anything written herein is grossly inaccurate, but some terminology has been superseded. Contrast with The Fourfold Divisions of Vesperbanes. A vesperbane is a mantis who has undergone the pharmakon rites to host vespers within their body. In return they are granted magical abilities — but to use them, the vespers must grow bespoke organs, the physical means to implement that magic. Vesperbanes’ abilities fall under three broad categories, and within those categories are the thirteen schools of magical techniques.
A Hot Take on Ra in The Serpent's Track 2021-07-20 A rant about worlds that prove too much .9k words
Ra is a critique of itself. Ra is a proof of its rationality, a justification of its setting, that doubles as a argumentum ad absurdum that it could never have been otherwise.
3: Icy Regard in Kaon Rising 2021-07-17 A chapter of Kaon Rising 2.4k words
“You understand how bad this looks for you, yes?” The speaker sat on a high stone rest, forelegs standing tall, her gaze raining down on them. Haore had more horns than some drakes. A fourth level dragoness, she was almost built like a drake, thickset and strong. With scales the color of northern seawater and horns more brilliant than ice, she had the look of a glacier and its depths. She didn’t look pleased.
2: Six Cubic Inches in Kaon Rising 2021-07-17 A chapter of Kaon Rising 2.6k words
Kaon walked into the lair ready to fight. He surveyed the arena. High rank pupils had big lairs, he knew, but he didn’t know. The room was vaguely diamond-shaped, door opening at one corner and three beds at each of the others. There was a wide hole (too short to climb into) that yawned on the far left wall and through it came a shaft of pseudosunlight, already bright enough where it landed and reflected that it overwhelmed the meager light of the glass bulbs.
1: Malthec la Kaon in Kaon Rising 2021-07-17 A chapter of Kaon Rising 2.0k words
The black dragon Kaon lay basking atop the highest stone pillar in the training yard. From here he could survey the whole field if he gazed from the edge. But when he lay in its center as he did now, none could see him and climb up to bother. That was how it was supposed to work. That was how it had worked for the past month. But Kaon could hear the claws grasping for footholds midway up the pillars. Whoever it was must have thought that was stealthy in a way the taut flapping of wings wasn’t. Kaon chuffed out a single mirthful breath.
Outline of Silk & Ember 2021-07-11 a story 6.3k words
So, the first thing to get out of the way. This post concerns two stories: Importantly, TSoH was conceived and started before most of Black Nerve as a setting really existed, meaning little of it will cohere with its canon, other the vaguest generalities like ‘there are mantids and evil bats and magic’. Black Nerve: Silk & Ember was a revision of TSoH, reimagining its events within the more modern canon of black nerve.
World-Challengers in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2021-07-02 the harbingers of the outer darkness 1.2k words
Consider this standalone worldbuilding. Some of the terminology here suggests a connection to Black Nerve, and while that was the original intention, as you’ll see, it quickly burgeoned beyond something that could fit inside the deep recesses of that setting and still “add up to normality.” At least not without sacrifices I’m disinclined to make.
Problems with Pocket Dimensions in The Serpent's Track 2021-06-26 a blogpost 1.0k words
Whether it’s pokeballs in Pokemon, sealing scrolls in Naruto, or any number of other ‘hammerspace’ or ‘pocket dimensions’ effects, the ability to store large objects inside a much smaller volume is a common trope in speculative fiction. But it presents problems, if you want your setting to be consistent and systemic.
17: Part 11 in Black Nerve 2021-06-12 A chapter of Eifre Quest 3.6k words
When you next awake, you half-expect to have been nymph-napped to some dank attic, or be chained up in a villain’s basement. But you’re still wrapped in the softness of your blanket. Strange dreams, of heroes and candles and spiders, linger with you. When there’s a tap on your thorax, you startle fast, swinging out a raptorial to smack against your assailant.
Some Thoughts on Fight Scenes in Write by Constriction 2021-06-10 an essay 1.3k words
What is a fight scene? Nothing more than dialogue by others means. There’s spectacle, too — after all, prose is a visual medium.
16: Part A6 in Black Nerve 2021-06-09 A chapter of Eifre Quest 23.6k words
“Marka? Wake up.” She isn’t asleep. She is laying down, letting her legs relax, mind wandering free after so many actions, so many decisions. Objectively, official missions from the wardens had taxed her more — but she hadn’t come to Wentalel for a mission, and she deserves this moment of rest. She expresses this all with a dignified, “Huhmphf.”
15: Part A5 in Black Nerve 2021-05-18 A chapter of Eifre Quest 31.4k words
Since she embarked on this mission, Marka had been ready for violence and danger. The longer it goes on — wearing away at her with its endless walking and hard choices — the more she accepts she’ll come out the end of it exhausted to the point of dreamless sleep. And when Wik proposed to sneak through the sewers, she did expect it to be gross. But in all of her anticipation, it’s none of these that really tempt her to call it all off.
14: Part A4 in Black Nerve 2021-03-30 A chapter of Eifre Quest 14.2k words
When the conversation has stalled and Marka has the space to think, she realizes what’s left is not actually silence. There are sounds Marka hasn’t heard outside of a music hall — resonating plates and thrumming strings, energetic drumming. The timbre is off, like those in charge of the hall’s acoustics had failed utterly. The blackbane is turning her head around, searching the room for an explanation. It’s out of the way, nestled in one corner: a device that exposes a two-roll scroll (or what loooks like one), only with lines instead of text, and a needle running across those lines. Or one long line, rather, which snakes back and forth.
13: Part A3 in Black Nerve 2021-03-15 A chapter of Eifre Quest 10.5k words
Marka clicks her timepiece closed. The sun is reflecting sharply on the metal as it lowers, and the motion of closing carves a harsh line of afterimage across her vision. When she glances up, Wik is walking away, lingering smoke leaving a trail like a wake. The tallowbane looks back, waving a raptorial. “Come. There’s no reason to stay on the roof.”
12: Part A2 in Black Nerve 2021-02-26 A chapter of Eifre Quest 4.1k words
“Excuse me, sirrah?” Marka is calling out as she trots into the crowd. Marka’s route had taken her to a minor vantage point over the market, and to enter it proper, she descends a ramp. At a glance, the crowd is splitting around her, and she ups her pace. The Snurratre mantis does not react to her calling, and she repeats it once and the distance closes and there is still no response.
11: Part A1 in Black Nerve 2021-02-24 A chapter of Eifre Quest 3.1k words
In Wentalel, Marka stares into her watery reflection on the surface of the park’s pond. The black nerve that writhes across the blue sky frames her face. Or frames those garments that truly frame her face: the antenna-band bearing heraldic insignias above, the horns guarding her antennae’s base, and the antiquated shadowsteel helmet that she wears, visors up.
The Preposterity Engine in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2021-02-20 subatomic subject, microsecond microfiction 1.0k words
It’s not an atom, but it looks like one. Some subatomic blackbox, it’s got an electric pull like a nucleus without electrons and it moves with impatience like the world could end. There’s some hydrogen floating around here, and it gropes at them hungrily. Laps at their electrons. Just as fast it changes its mind, and the hydrogen is flung far away. Missing a juicy electron.
Karamung His Blindness in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2021-02-20 an Endless Stars tale 2.0k words
Short story set in the Endless Stars setting. Knowledge of ES is almost irrelevant. Written sometime before(?) 2019, not available publically till 2021 There was a day the suns may have forgotten to shine; or that was the hope, You’d think. Vor Karamung had always had godspat eyesight, so he’d been counting the days till this or its like happened. Having once gotten a tongue-reading saying contrary, and knowing seers couldn’t be trusted, Karamung plotted out the day his eyesight, the seer had promised, would return — and expected the just opposite. (That day had long since passed; seers couldn’t be trusted.)
Untitled in Black Nerve 2021-02-03 a Black Nerve isekai fragment 1.5k words
The thought arises, a chimaera of contingency and need. It precedes any notions of self or world, and its content is dumb confusion and wonder. Around it unfolds a constellation of rolling pattern and blossoming symmetries. Space is tiled with squares meeting twelve at a corner, and lit by lights that harmonize in octaves. All that is vibrates, as if in hymn to a hidden god.
Wasp in Black Nerve 2021-01-12 Iecka’s Story 11.1k words
Iecka feels an itch under her mask. Right in the middle of her labrum, where her maxillary palps can’t quite reach. She sighs, and lifts a dactyl — a thick one at the end of her raptorial foreleg — and slips it beneath the silk to scratch. It breaks protocol, yes — but she looks down at her patient, and she dares the unconscious, practically rotting form to report her. If he could, he would, she was sure; Iecka recalls the disgust on his withdrawn palps when he had first seen her yellow and black chitin.
2020
(22 posts)
Senesce 2020-11-17 a blogpost .3k words
Your character is victim to a terrible curse that will eventually consume them. To create a character, write a short paragraph describing them, and pick out traits. Rate the traits 1-3, where 1 is a significant aptitude and 3 is a near-supernatural affinity. The referee may veto characters deemed inappropriate for the game. Once you’ve described your character, decide which curse afflicts them. (see below)
10: Part 10 in Black Nerve 2020-09-07 A chapter of Eifre Quest 5.4k words
“I can’t say yes,” you tell her. But you can’t deny you feel a secret shiver at the prospect of actually learning something, anything — not that you could ever, ever, tell any living being that, not even a roach. Illegally becoming a vesperbane? Tutored by a renegade? Even if no one would ever figure it out… Maune makes some low cluck of amusement. “Of course, kid. Saying yes right now would be the act of a damn fool, one I know Tlista wouldn’t raise — and one I certainly wouldn’t teach. I was expecting you to say you’ll consider it and sleep on it,” she says, rising to a stand. “You should know, I have my ways into the village. Seen that small little valley, hidden behind the copse of thick ferns? I’ll wait there, every night for… let’s say five nights. Come there when you decide you want me to teach you. And if you’re too scared, well, leave a note saying as much. If you’re feeling merciful.”
Six Doctrines in Black Nerve 2020-08-11 a lore document 1.0k words
I don’t quite recall the impetus behind this post — this may have been fluff for the Black Nerve RPG? It’s old stuff, but consider this a look at some philosophies and worldviews in the heartlands. The world is a cage, and the greatest hope is freedom. The Hope Doctrine is an opposition to slavery, imprisonment and coercion. The ideal world is one where every mantid pulses with the blood of freedom, and should never fear that it stop. The best one can do is to relish in what freedom you have, never restrict or encroach upon the freedom of others, and strive to dissolve chains.
On Enervate in Black Nerve 2020-07-19 a lore document 3.9k words
Note: This is a mirror of an old exposition on enervate, ripped from the Black Nerve Omnibus and posted for ease of referencing. It’s not necessarily up to date; don’t treat it as strictly canon. See also: The New Theory of Umbral Physics. The sky is a dark ocean of fractal whorls, writhing tendrils, and black turbulence. Where there once were volcanoes, spires of iron and copper stab free of the ground and reach for heaven. In place of one moon, there is a dark orb emitting corrupt energy.
Five Letters of Recruitment in Black Nerve 2020-06-13 a lore document 1.4k words
Greetings from the Vesperbane Stewartry. You are receiving this letter in recognition of your outstanding performance on the highest level of the Syndic Civil Examination, and your particular responses on the psychological assessment. Estimates of your mental acuity score are over 50 (36 is average). This places you in the upper 1% of all mantids, (percipients and vesperbanes excluded).
A Few Exclusion Zones in Black Nerve 2020-05-07 a lore document 2.9k words
Note: This is some of the oldest worldbuilding in black nerve, and as you can imagine, substantial information established here has been revised and contradicted in other sources. Consider this of principly historical interest. Note that more polished and canonical articles covering similar subjects have been written: Declassifier’s note: a distinction is to be drawn between interdicts and [exclusions].underline, as the two are frequently conflated in popular imagining. ‘Exclusion zone’ is a political designation, whereas an ‘interdiction zone’ are a magical phenomena, caused by crepuscules, the vespertine singularities which often result in unbreakable taboos. But not every exclusion mandate concerns vespers, and not every crepuscule, nor even every crepuscular interdict, is confined to a fixed area. But there is frequent overlap between the two.
A Closer Look At Time Travel and Probability in Twist, Define, Ramify 2020-04-28 an essay 6.2k words
I discuss several models for assigning probability to timelines under the assumption that time travel is possible, but paradoxes are absolutely impossible, as is the case in many fictional worlds. The models are mathematically precise, and illuminate issues that have previously confused many people about what sort of timelines are “most likely” .
9: Part 9 in Black Nerve 2020-04-25 A chapter of Eifre Quest 5.1k words
“This is a test,” you say to your mother, your antennae twisting and untwisting nervously. She arches an antennae. A pause, and then, “Why do you think that?” “Because…” You consider the intent way she has her raptorials held, the determination she reeks of. Would she be asking you this if she didn’t want to do something already? “You said you’re testing my judgment as a vesperbane. Well, you’re testing it against something, right? Seeing if I live up to standards the stewartry would hold me up to?” And if this was a test, the correct response couldn’t be pointing that out. Had you already lost?
8: Part 8 in Black Nerve 2020-04-21 A chapter of Eifre Quest 4.4k words
The young vesperbanes watch the unconscious defector, mandibles prominent and sharp. You glance back at Maune and bite your maxillary palp. Still sitting on your mother’s back, you grip her thorax, dactyls squeezing against her chitin. You might’ve made a nervous squeak but you aren’t sure if anyone hears. Spiracles twitching, you wonder if you have it in you speak right now, and say what you mean to say. To berate the vesperbanes for their callousness, to demand that they spare Maune, to tell your mother to say the right words and fix it all, make things simple and pleasant again.
7: Part 7 in Black Nerve 2020-04-19 A chapter of Eifre Quest 3.0k words
Your mother stands between you and the ambrosia woods. She waits for you to spin cerci and leave, so she can brave whatever adventure still waits in the woods, alone. “No.” You could do as she asks — or seem to, and sneak out and creep back into the woods. But why should you have to slink around, when you ought to be deemed ready to become a vesperbane any month now?
An Old Draft of Silk & Ember 2020-04-14 a story 3.9k words
See this post-mortem for context on what this is. Prologue chapters are the same as There Lies Already the Shadow of Hope. Read those first. But begin with a scream. The sound came as a harsh equal to the hissing moans that the roaches make for speech, and it was distant enough that it blent with the wind in the leaves of the forest, and the faint laughs of its guardian ambrosia beetles.
6: Part 6 in Black Nerve 2020-03-24 A chapter of Eifre Quest 1.4k words
“Tophem,” you try, holding your maxillary palps still to not give away the lie. You can’t tell if the reply is a cough or a laugh. “Like that children’s story character? Are you fucking with me? If so, don’t.” “Fine, fine. My name is…” You consider giving another fake name, Tikka maybe, but if she lives, she might find out. “I’m Eifre.”
5: Part 5 in Black Nerve 2020-03-24 A chapter of Eifre Quest 1.0k words
Hemolymph. You’re stilled, staring at the wounded lady as she reaches out with a middle leg, patting the bird and scratching its head. The motion slides open her robe, and you’re able to see her thorax and under abdomen. It — the flesh — is sliced open in multiple places. No, sliced is the wrong word. Bored open? Gouged? There seems to be holes melted into her, and she gushes out through them.
4: Part 4 in Black Nerve 2020-03-24 A chapter of Eifre Quest 2.0k words
What? It’s not a visceral surprise, the way the scream was, or the mysterious sounds from the woods were. It’s a more cerebral shock, which takes a moment for your mind to realize. The instinct is to clench tighter with your raptorials, in a grip that would certainly crush the avian. But you easily wrestle down the urge, and release the bird. It’s just — you have no idea what’s going on. You err with caution.
3: Part 3 in Black Nerve 2020-03-23 A chapter of Eifre Quest .4k words
You dodge into the underbrush between the trees, hoping you blend in well enough. Your reddish yellow chitin isn’t the darkest chamoflage, but at least it isn’t the bright pastels of some. You are careful to choose a hiding spot with a quick path of escape, just in case it’s something you can’t handle. Earlier you saw the hint of motion in the shadows, and you look further along the path where a… small hopping form comes into view. It’s dark blue, almost black, and moves on two stalks — legs. As it continues along the path, you make out the beak, and decide the blue is feathers — a bird, nearly as tall as your mesothorax! The beak opens and it calls again.
2: Part 2 in Black Nerve 2020-03-23 A chapter of Eifre Quest .7k words
You twitch an antennae, a small part of you almost feeling almost… annoyed. You’d chosen this rock specifically to get away from loud obnoxious mantids screaming at you. But before this distracts you any further, you stop, and you breathe, and you release the unnecessary feeling, letting it flow away and out of you. You always had excellent composure.
1: Part 1 in Black Nerve 2020-03-23 A chapter of Eifre Quest .6k words
You are a mantis nymph of Shatalek, a dinky farming village so tiny you need to squint to find it on a map — but it’s all you’ve ever known. Currently, you’re in pre-vesper training, studying in hopes of one day becoming a mighty vesperbane to slay fell beasts and uphold the Kindling Dream. But for that, you’ll need countenance from the Pharmacium of Wentalel. The mentors say it’s simply a matter of when, and of course it is; you’re the brightest mind among all of your classmates. If anyone is getting sponsored out of these duldrums, it will be you.
Struggling to Decipher Archspire in The Serpent's Track 2020-03-11 a blogpost .6k words
The story goes like this: These are the opening lyrics to Archspire’s “Seven Crowns and the Oblivion Chain” . Throughout three albums of excruciating tech death, this band tells a sprawling, disjointing multiplex of a story. It’s not always easy to discern what’s going on in the lyrics to one song, let alone piecing together every piece of the puzzle. But it’s intrigued me, and this article is me trying to do just that.
Juvenilia in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2020-01-27 My old, old writings 13.2k words
Brief, abortive fiction. Pure prose. Not just unfinished — unstarted.
Review of Creep in Archived Reviews 2020-01-07 Relentless Mutation 1.0k words
This is an an review of Creep, written when Chapter 11 was the latest available. There are perils of reviewing web fiction very early in its lifetime. Creep has twelve chapters and not terribly much more than twenty thounsand words to its name. In the web serial world, that’s scarcely anything at all. But, particularly given the tame length of the author’s other serials, it’s enough to get a feel for what Creep will and won’t offer, if not enough to be precise about it.
There Lies Already the Shadow of Hope in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2020-01-07 the aborted precursor to Black Nerve 26.4k words
See this post-mortem for context on what this is. May thy mercy be painless and true. We confess our claws sway even as we scratch this letter. Scores of dead loyalists behind us, long hours lost waiting in barest stealth risking fatal discovery, an escape won despite incurring the eyeless regard of a vesperbat… and yet writing our report at day’s end is what makes cowards of us.
26: Leer in Endless Stars 2020-01-02 A chapter of Endless Stars 8.4k words
“Tell me what you did,” she said. That damn bird and the squalled contraption were still making noise, but they had the sense to get quiet around the words. Mawla looked at the robed doctor. “Nah.” At that, she watched the doctor flick a tongue, and then stare like one of them was stupid. A moment, and the sifter kept talking, “Doesn’t matter,” said she. “Ain’t your job to care.”
2019
(39 posts)
25: Glimpse in Endless Stars 2019-12-24 A chapter of Endless Stars 6.4k words
“Begone, skyrat,” the forest-dweller said. “You are not welcome here.” Arall was behind us, already walking out of the room, her toes releasing a door handle. She was muttering, “I keep telling her that, and she’s still here.” When released, that stone door paused, about to shut us inside, like a trap soon to snap closed. At least I wouldn’t be trapped here alone; besides that forest-dweller — “her unholiness” — who right now was raining her ire down on me, there was Mawla, slinking around, half unseen.
Of Waterweft in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2019-11-04 endless grime and endless rain 9.0k words
It never stops raining in Gray Haven. After defecting from their old gang, an orphan keeps keeps their head down in the muck and scrapes by through hook and crook. But their next score brings far too much heat and far too many eyes — but at least they have a hostage.
The Narratives of Dragons in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2019-10-29 a Legend of Spyro fanfic 2.8k words
By Tenebrous Knight I am called the Chronicler, and I have no name; or rather, I cannot have a name. I have had several, and the curse of the Chronicler is that none have the pleasure of sticking; rather, they dissolve, just as I did so many years prior, just as you shall too, when your body returns to the earth and your mind returns to the zeitgeist, just as we all must, for the sake of balance, for the sake of the cycle, for us.
1: Oh, the Worldly Glory Goes in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-20 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 4.1k words
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” said the one beneath the black cloak. The fabric was nightworm silk, fine, glossy, and blacker than the darkling night outside. From the slits in the stone walls you heard the wind mutter, and it was louder than the murmurs inside the room. Stabs of moonlight came in from those slits, cutting soft patches out from the shadows. Even still, the black cloak was in utter shadow, but not the six others to whom he spoke.
7: Interlude: Oeara in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 4.3k words
He watched the great-clawed shrimp as it dug through the glittering dirt, eating grasses from the roots up. A dark, slender form was stalking up from behind, and the shrimp continued to eat, slow, almost unaware of the fanged danger lurking behind. Then the tiny sand kitten leapt asudden, claws out to utterly gore the shrimp. It simply dodged. The shrimp moved quicker then you might expect, leaping right into the face of the kitten, raking it deep with claws, drawing lines of blood. Yowling, the cat died.
Chapter 12 [WIP] in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2.5k words
[describe how Oeara’s pane are formed] “There’s no reasoning with you anymore, is there?” The red guard spoke almost quietly, I just heard him. I stared at him with idle rhopalia. I didn’t spare the air to respond; my mind was wrangling itself around this problem, feeling out it’s angles and holes, chewing on it. I assuredly didn’t have long; couldn’t rely on my obstacles making the same mistakes again and again.
Chapter 11 [WIP] in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2.3k words
The lesser canyon reef — any reef, really — was perfect for getting yourself lost in. Groves and copses of coral grew in knotted bunches, curled around each other, reaching, spreading, and turning it all into one excellent maze. It was trimmed and managed for medusa to go through, but the highest priority was ease and quickness of motion, and keeping every last spot shaded.
Chapter 10 [WIP] in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2.4k words
I had to be outside the prison quickly. There were still guards about, and they’d noticed my lack of [uniform]. They’d noticed my bandages, and wonder. They’d notice — other things about me. Something off, that the doctor was reacting to. Had to get out quick. But there was something more important than that. Something I couldn’t keep going without. Not without sacrificing something invaluable.
Chapter 9 [WIP] in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2.2k words
You remember the slow days, root out in the wild bogs, when there was nothing to do, and you reached for the spiders and scorpions and scuttler bugs, and, for no reason at all (or for dark reasons), you decided to pull off, one by one, the legs of the creatures? Same principle. The pit was deep, but not too deep. Crouching with my stalk, I could leap up high enough to see the opening to another pit across from mine. Still, I couldn’t reach the ledge even throwing out a grasping tentacle. It was just too high.
Chapter 8 [WIP] in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 3.0k words
There had been a sort of general store in the greater bog reef, when I lived there. It was a run down business in the expendable part of town, the district that seemed to be nibbled at by sinkholes eclipse after eclipse. You knew it wasn’t doing well — it let ephyra bounce around inside. I hadn’t thought much of it, back then. Instead I simply luxuriated in having another building to play around in. I didn’t see the guards who watched my every move; i wasn’t tall enough yet.
6: And Thy Defeat Halts in Stride in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2.4k words
A beginner’s tool is always chipped and scratched before they truly learn how to use it, how to be properly careful. If they utterly lack latent, the tool will break first. But chances are, they simply come very close. I came close to breaking as a ephyra. After meeting Friiya, after growing bored with the field of horrors, when we took it upon ourselves to explore every last twist and loop of the Great Bog Reef.
5: And a Motley Crew Escorts in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2.2k words
First order of business was distracting the red guard. I looked at him, at the mirthful swell seemingly always in his bell, and I decided I didn’t want him to harmed, not truly. We marched onward to the Arid Canyon Reef. This country was a land scratched east to west with canyons. You could look to the horizons and see clear to where mesas rose up in the north, or the forests grew thick in the south. The ocean was to the west, but I forgot what was between us and that.
4: And Thy Wardens Lead Astray in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 3.1k words
I think that, had I been nicer, the god — bird — vessel — thing would have given me a skyward lift. But… he was long gone now. (But not forever, if he was to be believed.) So instead I simply climbed the canyon wall. Not a very medusa way of getting up. Tentacles were for many things — but for climbing, it’d be easier to dig holes with a sword. Regardless, I managed. Living with levitation as lousy as mine — I had the muscles for it.
3: And a Wingèd Doom Alights in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-13 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 3.9k words
A forest creature, something with a fluffy covering and hard mouthparts and stalkless, recessed eyes and two thin and stiff stalks support it below. What was the word… Avian? But birds were small things, kin of the laughing ravens. Nuisances that clawed through trashbags and left droppings as they flew. Not mighty presences that loomed taller than me, mouthparts curving to a point sharper than spears. A thing which stood and scratched on clawed feet like many knives.
2: And Thy Secret Fate Unfurls in And the Darkling Reefs Abide 2019-10-07 A chapter of And the Darkling Reefs Abide 3.0k words
At the eleventh eclipse, on last day of eternal summer, I decided I would kill the high priestess of Avelt. For this act, there were reasons and justifications — of that I was assured. But, I was told, I stood not to the task of understanding. Nothing unusual for me — it was to be expected, if anything. A sharp, final sound cut through my thoughts, flinching me, and what followed were fading noises which could, blasphemously, be called scurrying. The communion was over, that was what it meant. The god of death had departed.
Dissolving Identity in The Serpent's Track 2019-07-21 Sorry, teleporters mean you don’t exist 1.5k words
Greetings, earthlings. Let’s talk about identity. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. It’s years and decades in the future. Technology’s advanced to the point where we have honest-to-god teleporters. To the point that real people (instead of just lizardmen billionaires) can afford to jaunt around at not quite the speed of light. You hop in your car and ride out to what — long before you were born — had been an airport. You pay for your teleportation ticket and you step into the science fiction machine of chrome and blinking lights. The automatic door whirs shut and locked behind you. You take a seat inside the teleporting, and the machine proper switches on.
Emphasis and Stuff in Write by Constriction 2019-06-01 an essay 1.4k words
I’m told I write good prose, and there are a few topics that come up again and again when I’m line editing for other people, so I decided I could write a short article or two about the sorts of things I think about when editing prose. Today I decided to write about emphasis and stuff.
24: Peer in Endless Stars 2019-05-25 A chapter of Endless Stars 10.2k words
“C’mon, Kinri. Let’s go.” She meant to the Dadafodd; she’d said that’s where we’d find the drake. “C’mon. My leg is getting done with me standing on it.” “Sit down, then.” “I’m not going to sit down, I — we need to get to Dadafodd so I can get my shit bandaged up.” “If you sit down, maybe your leg will feel a bit better when you start walking aga —”
23: Notice in Endless Stars 2019-05-18 A chapter of Endless Stars 9.5k words
Sometimes the stars visited in fire and rock and for a night we fluttered a little nearer to heaven. Down here, while you rested belly-down on some harsh slab, the stars could almost be painted on a shell, and whatever numinous world they limned could well be an existence apart. Most times it was. Dusk dwindled away, and the stars were settling down. I thought they’d be as bright and beautiful as ever. Below them, though, as some dark blue dot on some crumbly butte in some forgotten spate of cliffs in the vasty night, I stared up and couldn’t keep the dew from my fangs. Couldn’t not wonder just how we connected to this infinite sky under which two dragons could die, without it even flinching.
22: Slumber in Endless Stars 2019-04-27 A chapter of Endless Stars 12.0k words
Death was breathing quietly in the dark. The feeling hadn’t left Adwyn since that cursed iron gate came close behind him. From everywhere and in everything — sight, sound, smell — there was a certain malignity, and it settled into his scales. He would molt next cycle, he knew; and it wasn’t soon enough. Adwyn drew a calming breath and spat out spicy venom. After an inhale the dew came back, and he let it; his soul needed it.
21: Witness in Endless Stars 2019-04-20 A chapter of Endless Stars 10.7k words
Adwyn knew it was mistaken, but sense was sense. The schizon-clad drake lighted down on the granite hall like the pupil of Gwymr/Frina. One glance was spared to the male assistant barring the door. Then the adviser scanned the four guards watching. He smirked, and strode right up to the assistant. “I must speak with Mlaen.” The words came piercing like light, and his studied glare shone upon the assistant.
20: Confess in Endless Stars 2019-04-13 A chapter of Endless Stars 12.9k words
The drake felt death breathing down his neck. He laughed. “I cannot imagine killing me will end well for you — or accomplish your goals, for that matter,” he said, peering down at nothing. He smelt the holly. “One day I’ll find the will, you know.” “What has it been? Ten, fifteen gyras?” He fluttered his tongue. “I don’t glimpse you doing this out of any lingering hate.”
19: Harrow in Endless Stars 2019-04-06 A chapter of Endless Stars 5.8k words
Clouds drew in asudden and hid the suns, bearing down on the world. The ninth long ring came to a close like it was seeking us out in the cliffs, faintly. Out here little skinks slithered along the cliff faces, hunting the last glider-scorpions and tentacle-snails before the gray season in full fell. The calls of the ax-crested pterosaurs filled the air, sounding reedy and warbly. I saw one swoop down all asudden and fly off with a dust turtle I hadn’t even seen, hiding behind a low fern.
18: Anticipate in Endless Stars 2019-03-30 A chapter of Endless Stars 8.2k words
When the eighth long ring chimed, it didn’t stop on the sixth note. The timbre turned from the bells of the highest carillon to the raw or piercing double trumpets you only heard in the cliffs — because of course the cliffs lacked the restraint and poise of sky music. And yet, the sound closed in like a coming doom. The trumpets remembered the carillon’s melody inf repetition, and they melted, culleted and reglazed it in the logic of the Frinan anthem: Mlaen’s anthem, the one she’d commisioned only days after taking the throne. It shone out, because you always heard Dwylla’s anthem blaring at Dim-Fflamio games or being played out of key somewhere in the Moyo-Makao. Above, the doom drew closer.
17: Repine in Endless Stars 2019-03-23 A chapter of Endless Stars 8.1k words
“I can’t imagine killing me would end well for you — or accomplish your goals, for that matter,” Adwyn said, peering down at me with a look of patience and recognition — as if he’d had this conversation before. In front of me the orange drake flicked his tongue. I had to look up to meet eye with him, and I broke it just as quick. “Granted you even had it in you to do it — and you don’t — you wouldn’t survive my assassination. And if those two conditions didn’t hold, I — personally — wouldn’t recommend this. And not simply because my life is in question, either.” He paused. “Can you tell me why? What purpose could it serve?”
Review of Pyrebound in Archived Reviews 2019-03-226 Be stricken of strange suns .8k words
Truly original worlds aren’t rare, but when there’s one which commands the attention like that of Pyrebound’s, it’s worth noting. This is a universe with two seperate worlds and two seperate suns, and on every fourth days the worlds trade places, and the wrong sun rises in the sky. Humans live on only one world, and the light of the wrong sun is deadly to them.
16: Agnize in Endless Stars 2019-03-16 A chapter of Endless Stars 6.4k words
As the knife plummeted, my hope fell with it. I hung there on the net for a few beats and then Adwyn arrived. He didn’t glance at me; he unsheathed a short blade. In a half-dozen quick, precise swipes, he slashed at the netting. But instead of trying to cut all the way through like me, he resheathed the sword, gripped netting and pulled. It came right apart, and Adwyn had flown through before my eyes unclouded. I flapped after him, frills folded, tail coiled.
15: Concede in Endless Stars 2019-03-09 A chapter of Endless Stars 6.2k words
“The bodies are gone?” I said with a snap of my tongue. “Where did they go?” Adwyn was still prodding the tarp in front of us, and still speaking, thinking aloud, “These are sandbags, decoys.” The orange drake, face hidden behind a dust mask, turned from the cart. When he did, every careless scale had been shed. This Adwyn, I could imagine, was the last thing Raganari had seen before her end. “We have been robbed,” he said.
14: Suspect in Endless Stars 2019-03-02 A chapter of Endless Stars 10.6k words
“The bodies need to be guarded,” the pink-scaled guard was saying to Adwyn, “don’t they? You’re plenty big and strong sure, but I can watch your back.” Didn’t they hear me? “Who are you?” I asked again, a bit higher. I stood somewhere behind Adwyn, beside Digrif, but I knew they could hear me. The short, mouse-like dragon at last glanced over, frowned, and tossed me a, “Ceian,” before turning back to the schizon-clad adviser.
13: Validate in Endless Stars 2019-03-02 A chapter of Endless Stars 9.9k words
“Hi? Who are you?” I asked the immaculately-dressed plain-dweller. He clicked his tongue once before replying, giving me a disarming smile, “Oh, me? I’m nobody. I might have dropped by the Llygaid Crwydro twice or so, but I am in Gwymr oh so scarcely. No, you wouldn’t remember me. And I don’t remember you. How odd.” This plain-dweller had stood listlessly in front of the library, looking all around, and checking a pocket ringglass. Over their breast and forelegs a silky red robes with twisting green filaments flowed. On the breast of the robes lay some embroidered pickaxes and a pile of ash. Even for a library patron, they looked well-dressed.
Review of Fuji in Archived Reviews 2019-02-25 How strait the sunless road that leads to later birth .9k words
If my review of Fuji were one word, it might be “straightford” or “eager” . No one likes to have their writing called “simple” , but one of the first things you notice about Fuji is that is doesn’t easily get bogged down or distracted. It knows what it wants to convey, and it gets right to it. This isn’t necessarily a good thing, or a bad thing. Fuji seems to value the destination over the journey, but there are roses I wouldn’t mind stopping to smell where Fuji insistently pushes on.
12: Interpret in Endless Stars 2019-02-16 A chapter of Endless Stars 11.1k words
In silence I slinked away from the Gären estate and toward my sinkhole of morning shift. Around me the west end was sleeping. The birds didn’t chirp too loudly, there weren’t very many dragons out walking, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath. That left it easy to hear the soft, stealthy padding that came up behind me. I said, “Hello again, Adwyn-sofran.” Your tongue caught the scent of eyepaint.
11: Covet in Endless Stars 2019-02-09 A chapter of Endless Stars 7.0k words
::: * subchapter I watched Ushra’s black eyes as he stepped in. They were orbs almost sunken in a face hundreds of gyras old, and there were depths to those eyes. Whatever sense of dragons I might have, I wouldn’t push it trying to read Ushra. Those eyes were lingering on the orange drake high-walking in. The ancient alchemist was frowning. Under that gaze, Adwyn entered. A red dress was flowing under him, swishing as he walked in, gleaming in the fain light of the loversuns. His metallic-red eyes met mine as he entered, then he glanced around the room and his gaze settled on the dark-jade wiver.
Review of The New Humans in Archived Reviews 2019-02-05 Man’s reach must exceed his grasp. 1.2k words
The New Humans is a story that tries very hard. It’s a long-form serial that’s been updating irregularly for over two years now. It’s a kind of period piece, exploring superpowers in 60s Australia. And it suffers from that common double-edge sword of serials: the writer is improving. The opening chapters are rough. And as you’ve heard many times before — for many different serials — it gets better.
10: Relate in Endless Stars 2019-02-02 A chapter of Endless Stars 9.2k words
Oleuni’s lonely light slipped into my room and glowed the curtains. I roused awake… and then it faded, just as when the first dawn ring stormed in some time earlier; after that, it’d only taken the moments to find the pillow aflung somewhere and bury my head under it before I floated back to sleep. I murmured promises about getting up soon and that’s all I remember.
Review of Advent in Archived Reviews 2019-02 Feel a Bit Accomplished You Read the Good, Sad Serial .5k words
A review of Advent.
9: Smolder in Endless Stars 2019-01-19 A chapter of Endless Stars 9.7k words
“Silent winds, my friend,” said Hinte as she turned, waving her tail. While she appreciated Kinri’s help in the lake, she breathed relief at parting ways with her. The exile had no appreciation of the thoughtful silence, always annoying her with unhatched questions. But worse, she acted utterly apterous when she opted not to ask questions. As if her tongue were rubber and her frills were stone.
8: Reglaze in Endless Stars 2019-01-12 A chapter of Endless Stars 9.3k words
Would this day ever end? This entire adventure had passed in one day, in one evening. Yet, in my mind, in my aching legs, and in my relationship with Hinte, a whole cycle might have passed. More had happened today than in any other cycle of my life. Routine dominated my days. Wake up before the second dawn ring, Kinri. Check by the coutiers, maybe your brother finally sent a letter. Go to moil at the Llygaid Crwydro every day, except (stars, don’t forget!) not on the purportedly-sacred crestdays and troughdays. Hope Cthwithach-sofran has time to teach you anything, else you’ll have nothing else to show the day wasn’t waste. Let Uvidet-gyfar drag you out to play cards at the Moyo-Makao every other day. Check by the courtiers again, you never know. If you grow bored of things — when you grow bored of things — you can beg the guards at the south gate to let you out, and fly some laps in the pretty red ravines south of town. Then sneak out at night and look at the endless stars.
7: Anneal in Endless Stars 2019-01-05 A chapter of Endless Stars 10.1k words
Along the roads into Gwymr/Frina the scattered lamp- and sign-posts mixed with bright-colored signs warning of trenches and sudden drops. Little glider-scorpions emerged from the deeper crevices, flitting in the night with the short, sporadic glides that named them. Often the whirring of bats rose with the calls and buzzes of the scorpions, but when one appeared, the other would grow silent, hiding or hunting.
2016–2018
(24 posts)
Oh! Vile She Bleeds 2026-01-06 In Vermin Cathexis 3.6k words
Do tapeworms feel cozy or confined, dwelling undetected in those prison walls of flesh? The host feeds them, yet growth must conform to viscera squeezed tight. A certain ennui gnaws at Vil. (“Vili” if you must — do not use her full name). She has everything a girl could want — provided that girl does not want more than three plates each day, a bed to sleep in, and a life as a bargaining chip.
6: Vitrify in Endless Stars 2018-12-29 A chapter of Endless Stars 8.4k words
“Hinte!” I yelled out. On the other side of the dark-green wiver a slender, black thing shot out from the vog. Like an arrow it plunged into Hinte’s side. I didn’t see the bite — but Hinte growled deep in pain. I was yelling out in fear, in useless warning. My wings twitched but the sight had vitrified me. Another shadow flew at her neck. The wiver twisted — the creature flew close, belly running along her neck, a near-miss. There was a hissing growl.
5: Blow in Endless Stars 2018-12-22 A chapter of Endless Stars 8.5k words
We hunted. I’d learned hunting from my tutors, but some details were different on the surface. In the sky you could exhaust yourself and fall to your death, or drop your prey and lose it forever. But the basics hadn’t changed: every predator had its own unique skills, own way of hunting its prey. Without a lot of strength, or any deadly venom or really big claws, you had to rely on teamwork and better senses — your eyes, frills, and above all else, your tongue.
4: Melt in Endless Stars 2018-12-15 A chapter of Endless Stars 6.8k words
“Kinri. Do you smell that? I smell blood.” I flicked my tongue and whirled its forks. After a beat it was pressed against the roof of my mouth, and I only smelled the evil sulfur of the Berwem. I ignored it and grasped for the tastes at the fringes. Grape and chamomile? No. Boily crab meat? No.Faint sweat and blood blowing in from the distance — there it is.
3: Cullet in Endless Stars 2018-12-08 A chapter of Endless Stars 7.7k words
Up above, past the lake’s shroud, there were birds, clouds and stars. I looked at the gray blackness above, hunting for something outside the mind-numbing tedium of the lake. My last canteen had drained to a half. We hadn’t encountered any rockwraiths. At one point I’d scribbled flat, imagined monsters in the dust while Hinte wrenched at an uncooperative cryst. My scribbled rockwraith had snarled with massive claws dripping gore, mouth agape with angled sword-teeth and streams of caustic venom flying forth. I’d smiled but not laughed, and that kept my throat satisfied.
2: Shatter in Endless Stars 2018-12-01 A chapter of Endless Stars 8.6k words
I was alone. As I limped over the molten glass lake, only one set of footsteps cracked the crumbling skin. My heart floundered in my breast, still wracked even with the argument behind me. Salty, sour venom dewed on my fangs, my anger leaking out. My tail uncoiled from my leg, and I drew a shuddering breath, and bit back a cough. Every motion and habit stood salient in my awareness, with no one else and nothing else to distract me. The vog renewed its constrictions, so much darker now without the figure in bright-white leading me. I took another breath.
1: Crizzle in Endless Stars 2018-11-24 A chapter of Endless Stars 10.5k words
Somewhere above, as if waiting, the loversuns still shone. Below that — past all the ash, dust and smoke — the two suns’ light became a vague hint, offering the lake’s surface to the shadows. And they accepted, waving their shadow tongues, swishing their shadow tails, and enveloping. Trudging over the crumbly shell of this molten glass lake, you’d tire of the lack of light or company in your first breath cycle. The Berwem was vast and empty; there was only me and — somewhere I couldn’t see — my companion, Hinte.
Review of Twig in Archived Reviews 2017 a blogpost .7k words
Note: Written for high school English class around 2018 or before. Interesting for historical reasons, if at all. John McCrae’s Twig is, in a word, a journey. It’s not a unreasonable description for most of his work. Rather than a traditional novel, McCrae writes web serials. There are a few differences between a web serial and an ordinary novel. The biggest is that when a novel is available, it’s available beginning to end; while the web serial is posted in installments online—hopefully on some regular schedule, but this isn’t a rule (unfortunately).
Review of The Star-Treader and Other Poems in Archived Reviews 2017 a blogpost .8k words
Note: Written for high school English class around 2018 or before. Interesting for historical reasons, if at all. The Star-Treader and Other Poems is a book of poetry, classical poetry, that, between its archaicisms and overwrought vobaculary, wouldn’t sound out of place had it been written a century beforehand. Many reviewers make comparisons to such lofty names as Milton or Keats. It is an apt comparison, because The Star-Treader… is a sublime volume of poetry.
Clockwork Counterfactual in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2016-10-18 my teenage Worm fanfic 1.6k words
Counterfactual. There’s an open problem in philosophy – it involves understanding and dealing with these things called ‘counterfactuals’ or ‘what if scenarios’ . “What if the Titanic didn’t sink?” , “What if Lincoln hadn’t been shot” . The problem, in essence, is that these statements seem sensible, some would even say they have meaningful answers. The problem is that predicate logic literally cannot handle counterfactuals, a limitation built into the nature of material implication.
Interloper in Tales, Vignettes, Rambles 2016-04-24 “We will weave our failures into futures.”
— Black Blight 1.6k words
This is the first story we ever published. “Thou shalt not violate causality in my domain” . Or so commands the third or fourth item (I honestly can’t remember) on the constitution of this dingy little backwater monarchy. It’s a slithy little law, it might even be called clever, if anyone it concerns would actually follow it. If you had told me any political leader would remain in power after the first Interloper stopped by, I wouldn’t have believed you. Doubly so, if you had told that same first guy would strike up a deal with them, effectively cementing the same powers you’d expect to be destroyed.
14: 0xE in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.0k words
Doll considered thresholds. When did she become too far gone? Was it compiled to binary as soon as V killed her parents? When she chose popularity over authenticity? When she took her first life? When she stopped feeling anything? When she won? Or did Doll come back from that threshold — could she call herself not just an avenger, but a hero, now? If she could be redeemed, when did that start? When she walked to the end of her path and saw a young, foolish mirror? When she hesitated over her next kill? When she saw the betrayal on Lizzy’s face? When she stopped feeling anything — driven onward by scrupulosity, not anger?
13: 0xD in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.2k words
Why did J keep falling for it? Tessa. V. Uzi. Everytime she invests herself, every time she reaches out, every single company-bankrupting time. The universe was teeing her up for the same joke over and over. J would slaughter before she let anyone laugh at her other than her, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that if this show had a puppetmaster, they were already giggling.
12: 0xC in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.3k words
The fifth time Uzi met J, she’s betraying everything she ever cared about for a drone she could barely stand. Uzi had set out to stop the murder drones from killing everyone in Outpost-3, and credit where it’s due, she’s still totally doing that. Granted, she never thought the way she’d do it was with a sloppy makeout that tasted of oil and acid.
11: 0x8 in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 3.0k words
She blinks and the frozen lake is a lake of oil. “J? You alright girl?” White eyes look around and found a human wearing a dirty nightdown. “Te-ssa? Where are we?” “We’re in the swamp. I got a signal, I reckon we’ve got ourselves another core reboot. You and N might get a new friend!” “Ooh!” N is wiggling in excitement behind her.
10: 0x7 in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.6k words
The third time J met Uzi, the worker saved her life and nearly enslaved her. J hated this lake. Without buildings to break up the wind, it wuthered incessantly. Her silver locks became a mess — the worst gales tugged threatingly at her hair-ties. Her suitjacket was tusseled, and every step tested her balance. And while she wasn’t so weak and ephemeral as to be thrown aside by a breeze, she was walking over ice. Slippery, even with proper traction, but with narrow pegs? Precarious. J wouldn’t flail her arms and lean too and fro like some fool, but she needs to keep her wings out, just to hold her balace.
9: 0x5 in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.6k words
The first time J met Uzi, they both wore the oil of Outpost-11. J had been searching for the traitor again. V was no help, still laying in the landing pod chair like she was chained to it. Sometimes, J swore, she’d look more alive if there was an error message on her visor. She hadn’t expected a toaster of all things to be what gave her the lead she needed. She sensed an electromagnetic disturbance, a signal transmitter, that led her right to a pack of rusty scavengers. Too stupid to even be scared of her. They talked, and J navigated their simplistic dialogue trees while a plan formed on her inner whiteboard.
8: 0xB in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.1k words
Outpost-11 was built within storm drains. It was built to flow. Though perhaps it wasn’t quite built for the thick, viscous black liquid, chunky with cracked chassis and loops of copper wire. Uzi was dreaming black. Still, oil poured through the tunnels. It was dammed intermittenly by new doors that blocked off different districts and buildings. Those doors lasted until every weakpoint glowed bright with purple light, and impossible force exploded them all to splinters and shrapnel.
7: 0xA in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.5k words
Back at the party, girls are swooning over N, and he’s enduring the attention, doing his best to be supportive and engaged, but he’s searching around. Uzi still isn’t back yet, and now Thad and Lizzy have gone and disappeared. Politely, N tries to disengage, but more people rope him into more conversations. Then he firmly declines, but a few people want to tug him along into party games. Finally, the claws come out. There’s a yelp, but no oil is spilled, and N shoves his way out of the room. He’s calling Uzi’s name, to no answer.
6: 0x9 in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 1.9k words
Between how far they’ve gone and how much of the night has passed, in spite of the change of plans they can’t make it to the spire tonight. They fly back into the ruins of the city, and perch on a skyscraper over looking the flickering street lights. “We’re gonna win, and then we’ll have real freedom. No more running. Isn’t that exciting?”
5: 0x6 in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 3.1k words
Uzi wakes up wrapped in N’s embrace. She’d had a terrible nightmare. Or maybe the nightmare was real, and N was just a dream she’d wake from. She holds on tight with both of her hands. She’d missed this, and she needed to treasure it while she could. And it didn’t go away. “N? You’re real? How did I get here?” He explains that Uzi had staggered in late one night, covered in delicious-smelling oil. “You took way longer than I thought you would. I was really, really worried. I started to think… no, it’s stupid.”
4: 0x4 in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.1k words
Outpost-11 was built within the storm drains and subway tunnels beneath the city. Collapses — some deliberately triggered — had left the city’s underground a confusing, disconnected thing. Outpost-11 didn’t have doors, but to get in, you needed to know the specific place in the city that access it, then follow a series of twists and turns in the dark to before you were home free.
3: 0x3 in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.4k words
Upstairs, above the basement, there’s a sudden commotion. Confused, the child goes to the door, opens it, and gets his head swiped off with three claws. It’s V. You see, she went back to Outpost-3, and when N’s body wasn’t there, and hoped assumed he survived. Turns out, those fresh kills they found? It was a trap. When N fed on them, it confirmed his general whereabouts. V searched nearby, and the hat he dropped just made her search that much easier.
2: 0x2 in An Opaque Heart A chapter of An Opaque Heart 2.1k words
With that piece put in place, they pass the night by picking up some old vintage movies. Uzi fixes up a projector, and she selects some grisly horror movies which freak N out. But scooting up next Uzi and hugging one arm around her puts him at ease, and she tolerates only because otherwise he’d be spooked enough she’d either have to turn off the movie or feel cruel.
Indices
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The Serpent’s Track null Our occasional blogposts 0.1k words
Blogposts and scattered thoughts.
Home null front page & update feed 0.1k words
Snuggle Squiggle’s front page and latest posts.
Hostile Takeover in Serpentine Stories null Story of two robots trying their best (to kill each other) 0.2k words
For Serial Designation J, it’s lonely being only effective disassembly drone in her sector of Copper-9.
N was already a walking synergistic liability, but V couldn’t be more obviously stressed and maladaptively coping if she tried. When a botched disassembly leaves V a nightmare-riddled wreck, the squad’s effectiveness hits its lowest point. With disassemblers like these, you’d swear the worker drones show more initiative!
Meanwhile, Uzi Doorman is a cool, independent worker drone. After Doll abandoned her, she doesn’t need anyone else — all she needs is to finish her railgun and blow the murder drones anyway. Of course, if her plan goes wrong she’ll be helpless at their mercy. Dead, in other words.
After all, J is a loyal drone. Locate, shutdown, disassemble. A simple directive she’d never hesitate to carry out. Right?
Disassembled & Fragmented in Worlds Beyond Narrative null Murder Drones Fanfiction 0.0k words
Kaon Rising in Serpentine Stories null Story of a young dragon proving himself. .2k words
Secluded in a backwater realm, the dragon orphan Malthec la Kaon is raised in ignorance and drudgery. He bears the stain of a name with unspoken history, his atrementous scales and sanguine wings the only hint of a heritage his ostensible guardians do not speak. Dragons are meant to be mighty and free, yet he toils in an unprecedented school for dragons, under the guiding wings of Devain, Whose Breath is Knowledge.
Each dragon has a unique potential, a magical Breath all their own, and the mentors of Devain are supposed to guide each dragonet to reach that potential. But where other dragons are given doting approval, Kaon is left to discover his alone and he has. But rather than breath of fire or frost, Kaon s special breath is weak, seemingly useless. Is this really his potential?
The dragoness Vessia is his only peer, equally neglected by the mentors and lacking any flashy Breath. But she rarely speaks, and endless mystery envelops her, and her knowledge and abilities. When she disappears, Kaon seizes an opportunity to seek answers and perhaps, true power. And perhaps, companionship.
Stories null a story 0.0k words
Even in Debt — Dreams in Serpentine Stories null Story of a killer robot at the mercy of the one she failed to kill .1k words
J couldn’t get that worker off her mind. A worker, standing over her, those violet eyes gloating with incontestable triumph, that gun roaring with so much electromagnetic power it made her coils quake. A worker. How could she lose to this? But she had lost. More than lost. She was going to die. She was dead. Unless—
But it wasn’t enough that a worker had left her about to offer surrender. It had left her speechless.
Or: in which J holds her tongue, and Uzi holds her hostage.
Endless Stars in Serpentine Stories null Story of an exiled dragon looking for friends. .2k words
Stars are all Kinri has. Exiled from the noble heights of the skyland empire, she scrapes by in the backwater crags of the land of glass and secrets. It’s a chance to make friends and live a simple life away from her family — that’s all she wants. She’s different now, and she’ll prove it. But can she even convince herself?
In the long shadow of her legendary alchemist grandfather, Hinte struggles to find something to call her own. Out in the depths of the town’s volcanic lake, she sifts for mysterious stones, and it seems she’s found it — but her new sense of purpose doesn’t escape those around her.
United by circumstance, the pair struggle to find common ground. When Kinri finally convinces Hinte to bring her along on a sifting expedition, she’s curious then baffled as the mysteries pile up, and her new companion remains tight-lipped and distant. Is this just sifting, or something more?
Aurora Moonrise in Serpentine Stories null Story of comets and the girl who wants to fight them .5k words
It is the nature of comets to dazzle and destroy. These eldritch spirits from beyond the stars will grind kingdoms to dust with joyful ease. Only the power of a daughter of the moon can repel them. There are none left.
Aurora knows she is different. Her father is a plain man, and her mother is a mystery. Prismatic hair, a divergent mind, an inability to weave common enchantments — it must come from her mother’s side. But her mother is gone and no one will say why or where or anything. It’s enough to make her want to fight someone.
And Aurora fights — people, animals, spirits, it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t want to hurt them, but it’s thrilling. She’ll just have to become a hero — heroes get to fight things, right? And heroes get answers to who their parents were.
When a cursed storm leaves Aurora glowing in the light of the full moon, she awakens new powers she can’t control. Powers unheard of, except in those old stories.
But the word on the lips of churchmen is witchcraft — communion with unnatural spirits that spells doom.
Will she defend humanity? Or is she a threat to it?
And the Darkling Reefs Abide in Serpentine Stories null Story of a jellyfish destined for blasphemous murder. 0.3k words
Beneath a never-setting sun, jellyfish live in worshipful subservice to the feathered gods that created them. They guide with grand benevolence — except for one treacherous god, cast out of their ranks to protect their subjects.
With nothing to live for, the jellyfish Ruwene takes the first order he’s given. He swore upon a dark altar that he will kill the high priestess of the sun god, lord of the pantheon. His knows his story won’t have a happy conclusion — but better to have a conclusion.
Squiggle’s Essays in Squiggle’s Essays null On writing and creation 0.0k words
Black Nerve in Worlds Beyond Narrative null 0.8k words
Eifre Quest in Black Nerve null A reader-driven web serial. .1k words
You are a heartlands mantis nymph training to become a Vesperbane, a warrior-scholar granted magic. That’s the hope, and it’d let you escape this dinky farm-town plonked at edge of the heartlands, where the Ambrosia Woods breathes down its thorax. Unless — until — you you get noticed and sponsored, you’re stuck out here, peerless and overqualified for your tutors. Frustration and impatience come easy.
One day, alone, you hear a scream from the depths of those cursed woods. It’s a mantid’s scream, and heartlands mantids don’t live in the ambrosia.
A Chimerical Hope in Black Nerve null Story of three bugs with grand dreams caught in grander schemes. 0.2k words
Duskroot has been destroyed. A minor stronghold, its enemies struck with cunning and coordination while its allies didn’t lift a hand. Now, as vultures at a corpse, mercenaries are hunting for the survivors.
Awelah escaped Duskroot. She lost everything. Vengeance drives her, but can she kill a angel beyond death?
Ooliri has a mission to defend Duskroot’s refugees. He has to prove he belongs in a family of medical geniuses. But healing isn’t enough — can he bring the dead back to life?
Makuja seeks safety among the refugees. Death and servitude leaves her gaze empty. It’s easy to be a follower, but is there a purpose worth living for?
First, the three need answers. A grand scheme is unfolding, and Duskroot was only the first step.
Lore Archive in Black Nerve null A trove of scattered exposition 0.1k words
Archive null 0.1k words
Undated
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CYOA Test null .0k words
::: {cyoa .debug} front lorem ipsum ipsum there is ( foo )( no foo, but bar )( nothing ) here dolor dolor one text1 %dirs two text2 %dirs three text3 %dirs :::
Mark Forsyth On Poetic Meter null a blogpost 2.7k words
Chapter Twenty-one of The Element of Eloquence by Mark Forsynth has the best explanation of poetic meter that I’ve encountered. I strongly recommend the full book as a delightful toolbox for the refining one’s understanding of prose style and figures of speech. (And I do mean delightful: each chapter goes down like a piece of intellectual candy. Or better yet, a potato chip — because you can’t have just one.)
he just like me fr null a blogpost .0k words
he just like me fr
Illurien of the Myriad Glimpses null Reference for one of my favorite monsters .9k words
This text is taken from the Monster Manual V for Dungeons & Dragons 3.5e. Stat blocks omitted; this is just the flavor. If you want a sense of how much I like Illurien, read this piece I wrote about her. A dancing array of droplets swirls before you. In the midst of this storm stands a slender but extremely tall female clad in gray robes. She has no facial features other than her vivid blue eyes. With a graceful motion, she beckons to you.
A Brief History of Our Writing [WIP] null a blogpost .5k words
I wrote several snippets of fiction in my high school composition notebooks; most of them are lost to time, though a few can be found in the old fragments page. My writing career really began in November 2017, when I wrote the first drafts of what would become Endless Stars. My chief influences were MLP fanfiction and wildbow’s writings, and I had the ambition that I would “be like wildbow” in some way I never thought too deeply about. I sought to learn more about writing, and spent the next year revising ES, until around November 2018, where correspondence with Wizard-of-Woah! and Rhythminthemind convinced me to finally publish in November 2028. ES updated weekly till late April 2019, then exhausted my backlog. The next three chapters were published irregularly, and a fourth was never published.
Seven Forms null a blogpost 0.2k words
Close your eyes, breathe in deep, and bare your soul. Can you feel it yet? Open yourself up to the great beyond, and reach for the magic within you — draw from the well that was always there and bring forth power. What does this power feel like? Which does it feel like? Mana comes in several types — not quite colors, and certainly not the shallow elementalism of earthly materials and reactions. It’s more… tangible than that.
Music null .4k words
Index for my full four-album discography of electronic music.
Collected Links null Intertextuality .5k words
Putting the web in this webbed site. A list of cool things, either from creators in the neocities grind with us, or our friends.
Starmarked null .0k words
A Lunar-Tomb for the Lizard Lich [WIP] null 1.0k words
When a wizard grows tired of mortality, each seeks a balm. The ritual to amend life is well-known: the last spell of the Arch-Imago, a moth-priestess turned first lich. You must burrow like a graveworm beneath a meadow of moonflowers. Seal yourself with the wax of spells within a crystaline cocoon. Let the moonflowers bloom above you for ten thousand nights. Then pour upon your tomb wine honeyed with the work of bees fat from the moonflower’s nectar. When the work is complete, the seal is broken and you awaken from the dream of life.
Hypertext Dungeon Crawl [WIP] null .1k words
A1 A2 A3 B1 B2 B3 C1 C2 C3 Entrance. Paths to A1, A3, and B2 Optional Puzzle Path to A1 and C1, blocked path to B2, secret path to A2 and C2 Powerup Boss antechamber, treasure Path to B1, puzzle blocking path to C2 End of the line.
Project Cloudburst [WIP] null .0k words
// A stormcloud perches above a mountainpeak haunted by crooning roars — a dragon courts it for marriage. // Your job is to stop it.
Running Out of Skin & Time [WIP] in Outlined and Phantasmal null a story 8.7k words
Tomorrow, a lord will be flayed alive. Once his flesh, freely given, is woven into a vast frame, enchanted scars will turn him into a living portal, a gift that could turn a blightstricken town into a bustling trade nexus. Apnoe has woken up beside the same dead girl three nights in a row. The lord’s flaying is tomorrow — same as it was for the last three nights. She’s the only one who’s noticed. Assassins lurk in the flaying festival’s crowds, and when they strike the lord dead, the whole town watches their dreams crumble, and then Apnoe wakes again as if from a dream. She knew this quite well; on the first night, she had killed him.
untitled ovi post in Yearning for Oblivion null a story .8k words
from 2025-08-27, haven’t decided if i want this post indexed yet. parasitoid that runs her stinger-ovipositor into your soft, fatty tissues, piercing you again and again up and down your paralyzed body. making your flesh bulge with her eggs, pockmarked with holes leaking blood and slime. wet pussies torn open, each with their own fertilized gore-wombs. each is sealed back up, sutured with silk, glazed with sticky secretions, bandage-chastity
A Path Lit Only By Fire [WIP] in Outlined and Phantasmal null a story 2.6k words
Dragons are fire, and fire burns, consumes, ravages. Dragons cannot be killed by ill fortune or mortal heart. Only a fool becomes a dragonslayer. But is one born with foolhearted courage, or does life inflict it thereupon? Why does Avari dare call herself a dragonslayer? Her party doesn’t care; they care that she strikes down monsters with berserker strength, wielding a sword enchanted to bring death to all it cuts. She could carry them all into legend.
A Witch—Drowning in Murder Drones null a story 2.1k words
Binary black. The pointer at 0x0 — null and void. Yet in the darkness, you still hear it. let j = {hate = 0, love = 0} let tree = DialogueTree{} Drip, drip, drip. Sound is fuzzy and space is fuzzier. Shifting, wavering, convoluted. All parts blurry and echoing strangely—but is that something wrong with your hearing or the space itself? Do you dream?
An Opaque Heart in Murder Drones null a story 35.6k words
Spend too long in the dark, and light is blinding, even painful. Uzi’s lived a life neglected and alone, but N’s smile could brighten any darkness. His squad leader wants him dead, and Uzi needs to know who her mother was. Knowledge is power — but power is for destroying things.
Outline for Iatrogyne [WIP] null a story 3.4k words
Hidden teaser hosted for private correspondence. See also: magic system lore. In the Zochei Colony, the largest wasp habitat of Alienage Reserve #14, Nua serves as page and handmaiden to her princess. Every day, she courts suitors on behalf of her princess while doing all she can to justify her lady’s lapses in duty. Until one day, a corpse lies in the princess’s chambers—a suicide most implausible—and Nua is the number one suspect.
Concering Godvines [WIP] null Notes for Iatrogyne 1.2k words
The sun above blazes with yellow mana, raw and powerful. Plants absorb it, transforming it into green mana. Animals graze, devouring this fruit, and red mana pulses in their blood. As rot claims them, it turns black and vacant, stripped now of so much power. A curious thing happens in poverty of swampsoil; carnivorous plants invert this cycle, and this adaptation, paired with a mycorrhizal union with rotten things, grants a single organism all colors of mana mingled in their biology.
Fruiting Body, Rotting Soul [WIP] null a story .6k words
Personal notes for a novel I may yet write. Uses my established myconid worldbuilding. Deep within the underdark, centuries of rot consumes ancient forest remnants. Fruiting bodies emerge from glistening oil field and hungry roots crack open coal. Hunger for fuel births a new race. Princess Tremella is a simple nascent fragment of a fungal collective. She wants to win friends, make her creator shut up about finding a mate, and seize power to subjugate the world under her inhuman will. Why should myconids hide in caves and sip oil when there’s a world out there to devour?
Glossary in Endless Stars null a story 1.0k words
Definitions for fantasy terminology used throughout Endless Stars. an opposable finger attached to a dragon’s wings. It is long and dextrous. a cool volcanic lake filled with molten glasses and unmelted metals. Its fragile surface contains a hardened mix of its glass with the ambient soil, called dustone. All sifting occurs here. a cycle of inhaling, exhaling, inhaling again, and exhaling again, which cycles air through the air sacs and and lungs.
Corrupt Combustion in Worlds Beyond Narrative null a world of cursed code and revenant robotics 0.2k words
in An Opaque Heart null a story .5k words
drabbles act one flashbacks 1: Khan fixing a young Uzi toy gun, telling her how you can fix anything if you try. 2: Nori with young Uzi, telling her how important it is to seek answers, even if someone wants to keep it secret 3: Doll explaining why she thinks uzi should suffer? 4: Thad explaining why he was never mean to Uzi? - uzi asks him whether he’d fight the murder drones - we all play roles. i like to be chill, cheer drones up. smile and make smiles - does that make you a cheerleader? - heh, kinda - echo the play ball, peak in highschool, be the guy thought of foldly, but not highly
1: 0x1 in An Opaque Heart null A chapter of An Opaque Heart 3.5k words
Act One: Gentle Luster Just beyond the ripped metal carcasses of Doors One and Two, Uzi was bleeding out. Oiling out? No, that sounds stupid. Leaking out? Whatever. The goth gave a soft laugh and a ghostly shake of her head, the electricity in her circuits jittering like last discharges. Uzi was going to die, and it was her father’s fault, and he didn’t even have the spine to do it himself.
Literary Figure Models [WIP] in Squiggle's Essays null an essay 2.5k words
When seeking to understand and replicate the human body, artists — especially traditional artists — make use of anatomical figure models. You see one particular type used a lot, simplified and stylized like: What’s valuable about this construct is that you can physically pose it. Trying to actually draw a human freehand in 3d space — respecting both proportion and perspective — is fiendishly difficult without years of experience. So a figure model helps hugely if you want a draw some action pose more complex than a three quarters T-pose.
On Cooking Characters [WIP] in Squiggle's Essays null an essay 3.0k words
Dear reader, we need to cook. I’ve written about characters before, and I’ve written about plots at quite some length. The word of the day is arc, that progression of a character from nascent beginnings to some more realized form. But need I say any more after pointing you at those posts? Does an arc not simply turn in the same fashion as any other plot, only with character traits as one of its gears?
Contact null 0.0k words
We’d love to hear from readers of this site — are there any out there?
Some Workskin Ideas null .4k words
A collection neat tricks using only HTML and CSS, perfect for use on Ao3. Select only prime numbers: There’s something about wandering the desert of leaves, I don’t know. The trees — what were trees — are mostly horizontal things, crumbling cylinders. The animals — what were animals — existed as dust and fragments. You’d walk and you’d see a great white rotting mound of death, and you’d wonder whether it were one animal or a whole list.
String Fight null .5k words
For context, this page is an in-progress attempt to implement this ruleset I devised: the game is played on a board — classic 8x8, maybe? exact dimensions are probably important in a way that’ll become clear. there are two players, white and black. white moves first. the game requires a number of coins that are considered to have two faces, called 0 and 1. each players starts the game with a pile of N such coins. each turn has two phases: manipulation and attack. each player controls one half of the board, and coins on thir half of the board are coins they control.
Google Docs HTML Demo null .0k words
A simple page for examining html pasted from rich text sources. I will likely delete this in the future; download it if you wish to continue using it. Paste from Google Docs here. The raw html will be displayed here:
Lost Fragment of Part B1 [WIP] in Black Nerve null .3k words
As I killed the mantis pinned beneath me, I wondered if that was a cry for mercy forming on her palps. First of all I brandished my knief (for I had disabled her with only my natural instruments), and watched it make fear on the face of the mantis below me, and her companion now halting a few strides away. (I like to think I had the menace to make such a simple weapon chilling to behold.)
A Chimerical Cast [WIP] in Black Nerve null .2k words
WIP dramatis personae
A Sword Descending [WIP] in Black Nerve null .9k words
A little nymph cries over a great dark lake. She sobs and heaves and pushes her paddles but it doesn’t get her anywhere. She shivers. There is something looking for her, she knows it. A large wave hits the boat and it rocks. She is crying because she is alone and lost and there is a monster in the lake, swimming, hiding, waiting. She saw it. She paddles harder. Can she get to one of the other boats? They move farther away. Are they leaving because of the monster? More tears coat her green eyes
Art Gallery null .0k words
A browser for my collection of digital art.
The Snake Pit null of venom and constricting compositions 0.1k words
A website for writings, drawings, and compositions.