yukie: (Default)
Even at the same time as my spreadsheet of magic is a train wreck?

I'm happy that I've been able to work out some mechanics.

Like - element and magic use/type/discipline are different things.

So Vicky's healz and buffs are a result of Dark-element-based structural magecraft. (A lot of healers use Light or Water instead, but you can use just about anything.)

Jer's engineering-fu and his debuffs is also dark/structural, just applied differently.

Sidonie heals with water; her "blink" type spell is hybrid water-and-light.

And so on and so on. XD

The origins of their magics varies too. XD
yukie: (Default)
'kay so

kyl writ FF4 fic

:3

's really good. she kicks copious amounts of buttock as usual.

go read eet XD

it is 'eere: doobie doo~
yukie: (Default)
i'm trying to like, encyclopedia-ify the way magic works in my various projects and etc.

AND IT'S REALLY DIFFICULT LOLOLOLOL

*faceplants*

at least i have some rough categorizations (however much they overlap) - elemental, ceremonial, conceptual, divine (as in granted by divinity), innate, adapted.
yukie: vicky and a white rose (vicky)
darling twanky jacknut boys--

there is no such thing as "the tithe", shut up shut up shut up.
like what would we need your soul for it probably smells of funyuns and mouldy rice and failure.

t(-_-t),
-vicky

lolle?

Jan. 9th, 2016 12:08 pm
yukie: (Default)
when you come to the realization that throwing one of your OCs into almost any given horror game would make the whole thing incredibly lolz and inconsequential because everything would probably think she was a benevolent hallucination or something and leave her alone~

(vicky's odd.)

(it'd probably work for jer, too.)

(BUT SERIOUSLY)

(throw her into Outlast, she makes friends with the Walrider somehow and the big stompy dude calms down around her and those two oddly genteel streaker fellows are just like well whatever she happens to be she has very good manners.)

(throw her into Bloodborne she'll make friends with [lol all teh spoilers] because she reads as another dreamdwelling odd thing.)

(VICKY'S WEIRD.)
yukie: (Default)
FROM DRAKON

Give me a person, ship or universe and I will write one sentence of ten genres for it. The genres are:

1. Angst
2. AU
3. Crack!fic Plot
4. Crossover
5. First Time
6. Fluff
7. Humor
8. Hurt/Comfort
9. Smut
10. UST

:D
yukie: (Default)
WELL WOW that little session of listening to Halsey's "Castle" sure did turn into a crackmobile headcanonical backstory extravaganza for kupop-o-verse Saga Frontier dramatis personae.

honkity honk honk! )
yukie: (Default)
the times i wish i could render my brain's FMVs in full polygonal glory.

like now, and this:

Kirua "Kilroy" Roi, in proto-entity Alpha mode (think Aya Brea's Liberate form only with more fronds), shutting down the Deep Ground deskjockeys and restrictors like she was the sysadmin for Dark' City's Strangers.

Floating in like the air was water, making eye-contact with someone, smiling, extending one hand.

"Sleep. Now."

... )
yukie: (Default)
(author’s note: this isn’t exactly canonical as such; this is more of a character piece, with me getting a feel for cassian and letting him talk to people.)

Cassian's dreams tended toward “vague as fuck” or “vivid miserable flashback”, so when he started to dream about following a big scruffy skinny black tomcat through an empty city, he kept following the cat even through dawning lucidity just for the sake of it being something new.

It wasn't a blur, and it wasn't charred ruins and the scent of something beyond ordinary death.

It was rainy foggy streets, the scent of wet asphalt, and a twinge in his left knee.

“Waow,” demanded the cat. He had a funny rough kind of voice, like he'd been yowling his little head off on a fence all night. “Wwwuuu...aow?”

“I'm coming,” Cassian griped.

“WAOW.” The cat shook water off his feet, and stared at Cassian.

“Okay, I--”

“WAOW!”

“I'm coming! You--”

“WAOW. WAOW. WAOW. WAOW. WAOW. WAOW.”

“Holy fuck, OKAY! You have four legs, you little shit. I only have two. Give an old guy a break.”

“Waow.” The cat gave him a smuggish slow blink and then bounced off into the drizzly rain, tail an inverted J, the tiny bell on his collar jingling.

“Little shit,” Cassian sighed again, and followed.

Down the road, out of town, out beyond the usual boundaries of the cities of his dreams.

... )
yukie: (Default)
Have nightmare weirdness dreams all night.



Wake up with migraine going HI I CAME BACK.



groan. text boss. shove head under pillow.

and thennnnn~ )
yukie: (Default)
when ur watchin Game Grumps and realize that Dan Avidan and Arin Hanson are, essentially, Ensui and Zakuro.


Like.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJ5xHcnTcKI

Case in point--that's animation of LP dialogue but the attitudes and...yeah XD

TL;DR i really like side characters who are just absolute and complete fricking nerdmobiles. XD
yukie: (Default)
YOAN THINKS I NEED MORE CAPITAL LETTERS

-RYTH
yukie: (Default)
you can hop to the next country or the next dimension over, you can run until you circumnavigate everything twice, but you will never escape

(a) a fart cloud, but more importantly--

(b) yourself

(c) the emotional impact of your actions.



doesn't matter if you join the zerg swarm, leave your body, become a cyborg, whatever.

the connections between hearts are notoriously hard to sever.

and you really cannot run from them. they are so much worse than a fart cloud, you guys have no idea.

you gotta fix what got broke. defenestrating yourself doesn't work!

-ryth
the big, the blue, the lovable!
yukie: (Default)
The following is me typing for Teal:

***

"nobility" in mallspeak doesn't mean you're the boss of whatever and all must bow to your epicness and swiggity-swag. nobody has to bow, or anything.

it means you're charged with handling a chunk of the everyday workings, and in exchange for that power, you have a responsibility. or a couple hundred. whichever. you don't get more than you can handle because that'd fuckify the system and cause problems. your responsibilities usually come according to your talents.

which is why yoan, the scion of fire, runs a pizza place. because he is fire, and he loves to cook. that oven runs off of his innate gift and fuckin'--you guys, if you ever pass by his place, get thyself a slice of pizza. his pizza is transcendent. maybe not as good as waking-world pizza in the joint formerly known as new amsterdam but it's REALLY. GOOD. anyway.

(i'm hungry. again. like always.)

me, i'm largely in charge of zappy shit, and i work with vier and drei and yuca to keep things glowing/sparking/going "zip"/etc. which does get into some weird shit sometimes, like, if i'm kekkai-roosterblocked from getting into the arcade proper but i can power it and i can sort of reach down the wires and through the tubes with my particle-arms and repair what gets broken.

(but then, everyone's been fucking kekkai-roosterblcoked form the arcade, except for a few people at specific times, and i am like, the fuck is this. the fuck is going on.)

we're allowed to kind of bust out the justice-stick if worst comes to worst, like, you know that spot by the lakeshore where there's the dock, and then the shitty other dock, and on the left side of the shitty other dock the water's all full of sediment and grot and smells like feet? yeah, the dude who was supposed to be responsible for that fucked over his people and fucked over chai and ryth, so - yeah, he betrayed water and earth and that's why now he lives on a localized mystic mud puddle.

the fact that tourism keeled over and died where he is was his own fault beeteedubbleyew, he was being a shitbarn before he decided being a traitor was great, swindling guests and junk, and word got round, and he lost customers, and he blamed ryth and tried to smack him around and that was why there was that bigass brawl that time if you weren't there, and why chai actually elbow dropped him. he was an ass. he'll be fine when he gets real and fixes what he damaged.

holy shit though i'm really hungry. i'll try to explain more when i have some fuel in me.

boom shanka,
-imperatrix teal

p.s. i don't know if i am really five thousand years old. maybe? i am unsure.

p.p.s.
yoan is fire. i am *zzt*. duke is shadow. chai is earth. ryth is water. air and light are also afoot but i'm not gonna give names without permission and they're sleeping so. o/
yukie: (Default)
when the airheaded death-deity in your mind-theatre keeps wanting to troll hateful turds by CHEERFULLY GUESSING THE DATE OF THEIR EXPIRATION.

this is why the squirt bottle. god damn.
yukie: (Default)
Also--

If you like/indulge in alcohol, putting vodka in the freezer makes it awesome.

This is an epic screwdriver.
yukie: (Default)
At some point here I'm going to start cataloguing all the nerdbuckets who loiter around The Mall (the noble-house nerds who all have four-letter-word names (Duke, Chai, Ioan, Ryth, and Teal), the clan of very kindly polite femme-y spider ladies (Tela and Co.), the Trigun-Plant-type nerd siblings (Drei and Vier and Yucalli), the weird security guards, the weirder politics, my strange-ass POV character, Jingyi and Lianlian and the other dryads, and so on), and try to make some sense of the area surrounding it.

Because there is AN ENTIRE CITY. and there's weird territorial rules. and there's some weird train that runs on the shadows of its tracks sometimes. and a burrito place that sees regular brawls. and an outdoor bazaar that likes to move around by itself.

And there's CONSISTENT ARCHITECTURE AND LOCATION DATA. certain buildings and landmarks move, but others are always in the same place. it's really odd, and really fascinating.

And there's ridiculous juxtapositions like the generic 1960s-esque motor lodge inn that's smackboom beside what looks like a giant ornate stonehenge-y thing which is near what used to be a harbour until the river decided it wanted to MOVE one day etc. etc.

If I could 3D render all this business in my head, I would, because it's all so damn vivid to me. I could honest-to-goodness make a map of this place if i had the patience and if I knew where my technical pens were.

It's almost like - this place exists in modular chunks, and they can move when they want, and they have chesspiece-like rules for WHERE they can move. (like certain chunks of mall will always connect to other chunks, and the elevator in a certain part of one hotel will always somehow go up and out into a wildlife preserve with giant-ass trees, and the crystal-palace-looking fancy-pants mall connects by subway to the big main mall and is always kind of near the weird brutalism-looking museum type building that may or may not also connect to the big main mall et cetera.)

and then there's the weird territory down by the lake that stays more or less the same and looks like it's made of Lego and ciruitboard heatsinks writ large, and that hydroelectrically powers a bunch of things, and there's a boardwalk running alongside it that divides its territory from that of some weaksauce cottage-resort thing that has a really gross-looking lake because a local guardian deity cursed the sand. (Chai is generally a very sweet woman but holy fuck don't cross her or hurt her betrothed.)

I dunno! This place has been a part of my dreams for ages and it still IS, and there's bits that are annoyingly fuzzy around the edges but most of it's crystal-clear.

So I wanna write about it!
yukie: (Default)
so this?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivacaftor

is now gonna be covered by ontario's health insurance.

meaning:

i will have access to a medication that is basically a cure for my worst symptoms.

I AM FUCKING ECSTATIC
yukie: (Default)
I AM STILL AROUND

just mostly on tumblr

however i should probably cross post some of my long-ass nonsense over here for posterity

so i shall :D

*loves all you guise*

Profile

yukie: (Default)
yukie

July 2017

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
910111213 1415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 26th, 2017 04:39 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios