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From Humble Beginnings by octironstar, literature

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From Humble Beginnings

It's one of the simpler and odder experiments, and the only one allowed to bask on the windowsill. Most of the others were prone to volatile reactions when left in intense sunlight for any length of time. Not this one. The white roses slowly tingeing a pretty pink, swollen blooms crowding over the lip of the flask, were a pleasant sight until closer inspection was granted and it became obvious that their stems were steeped not in coloured water but in bull's blood, thick and rusty, the smell of it stinging Cassandra's attuned nose. It wasn't as though she didn't know the roses would change colour, it was just an idle speculation as to how

The Prettiest Dresses by octironstar, literature

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The Prettiest Dresses

It's one of those regrettable functions that give vampires such a reputation for camaraderie and avuncular amiability towards each other. In other words, it is, from start to finish, an elegant and sophisticated melting pot of feuds, politics most vicious and hissed threats. It's exactly how Cassandra expected it be, and it's the perfect distraction only because he is there. Frankly she is even begrudgingly impressed when he manages to reintroduce himself, as though she needs reminding of his name, just as thunder rumbles from far above. He makes to grab her hand, head bending, but she snatches it away before fang can touch the back of her p

Trio von Moglichkeiten by octironstar, literature

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Trio von Moglichkeiten

Midnight Inscriptions Gunnlaug was not particularly good with books, hence Sébastien formally banning him from his rooms. It wasn't that Gunnlaug tried to be disrespectful to the tomes, but that he treated them as living things. This seemed promising to Sébastien, until he realised that presuming them alive also assumed they could heal, and led to injuries such as cracked spines and folded corners. And Gunnlaug's single room was too cramped and bare; it made Sébastien feel quite claustrophobic in a way entirely particular to Hollëntal, in that way that made him see the lord of the castle in the corner of his eyes, over h

Spring Relapse by octironstar, literature

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Spring Relapse

There's a line from a song I heard, back when I waitressing. 'The world may call it a second chance, but when I think back it was more of a relapse'. Sounds like waking up post-Pan to me. Everyone wants to know what it is like to be poisoned. They think conversion is glamorous. All I remember is a literal pain in the neck, then the fever. I've thought it through since, put basic alchemical theory to the memories of it. Most telling seemed to be the sensation of my heart-rate accelerating, and continuing to accelerate. Nothing else, nothing else in the entire world, is like the total, numbing panic of feeling your heart beating ever faster an

A Little Vanity by octironstar, literature

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A Little Vanity

Quite naturally, I am flattered by your interest. Who does not find discussing themselves pleasant? Anybody who claims to find it disagreeable I would be inclined to distrust. You see, you are already learning from me. Flaws are the most interesting aspects of a person-so we should start with my flaws, I suppose. Or at least those that I shall own to-which is to say, those that others accuse me of, often with little evidence. Mostly I cannot even be bothered with refuting such lazy and unimaginative malice. If they do not put effort into such slurs why should I interest myself in them? Pride is a favourite sin of mine, apparently. Perhaps t

Antique Seeker by octironstar, literature

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Antique Seeker

Leda is in an antiques shop in the better part of the city, lingering, besotted, amongst the elderly clocks, when she meets him for the first time. All possible sizes and styles of timepiece are present, but they have a kind of uniform expensive quality to them. The owner of the establishment keeps giving her appraising, disapproving looks that she knows are supposed to shame her into leaving. She looks too young and too bereft of funds for this place, but caring is hard when she is in the middle of her tick-tocking lullaby, the clockwork precision lulling her into a tranquillity hard to approximate anywhere else. Five more minutes and she'll

Shifting Truth by octironstar, literature

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Shifting Truth

Upon entering the Shifter residence, Leda immediately realised who Phoenix reminded her of, and the discombobulating realisation was not helped by the fire-girl chirping, 'this is Gramps, he's a bit of a grump.' Ted rolled his eyes and stuck out a hand. 'Theodore Rosefelt. Glad to meet you, if you stand half a chance of keeping my grand-daughter out of trouble.' Leda did her best impression of a fish out of water, mouth silently opening and closing as she tamped down a terribly informal shriek of 'Teddy!', and forced herself not to do anything that would create an appalling first impression: to whit, jumping on the vampire before her and as

The Swan Maiden and the Fire-Girl by octironstar, literature

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The Swan Maiden and the Fire-Girl

In a small house in the depths of the city, sitting on chairs arranged clumsily around a semi-circular, scarred coffee table, Leda Seeker eyed the country girl sitting opposite her. Said country girl blinked back amiably and, apparent good spirits unabashed by their hostess' sudden exit, asked, 'so you're Cass's daughter in another universe?' 'A universe where she was a Countess, yes.' Leda tried not to wrinkle her nose at the six teaspoonfuls of sugar that had gone into the red-head's coffee. 'It was a weird world.' Phoenix nodded. 'I've visited one other, and that one was...well, it was different. Not bad, just noisy and vivid and crazy.

The Lights In London by octironstar, literature

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The Lights In London

'Are we lost yet?' The voice wasn't melancholic or whining, simply mildly interested. 'Oh, we were lost quite a while back,' Komel replied with unseemly delight as he paced excitedly round and round a street lamp, whose gas flared every time he completed a circuit. He held up a hand in impatience and the light died. This did not entirely meet with Dokiel's approval, as he reproachfully said, 'you shouldn't interfere, it was a nice light. Put it back, please?' It was a matter of debate whether Dokiel was actually aware of widening innocent eyes into a puppy-like stare of mute appeal, or whether his angelic being was unknowingly programmed to

Revelation by octironstar, literature

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Revelation

Narrative causality demanded that the rain should batter less than tunefully against the recently paned windows, driven by the wind and heralding a tall figure whose dampened red hair, though darkened by rainwater, still stood out in stark contrast to his unnatural pallor. Pan, shedding his cloak carelessly onto the floor awaited in certainty the bark of his most loyal dog, and smiled as Geier's voice began to issue from the long stone corridor, distant but closing fast, the hunter instinct warped into obedience to something resembling love. Delicious. He wondered how much Geier should be told and how much he would, of course, reveal. He tho

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From Humble Beginnings by octironstar, literature

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From Humble Beginnings

The Prettiest Dresses by octironstar, literature

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The Prettiest Dresses

Trio von Moglichkeiten by octironstar, literature

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Trio von Moglichkeiten

Spring Relapse by octironstar, literature

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Spring Relapse

A Little Vanity by octironstar, literature

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A Little Vanity

Antique Seeker by octironstar, literature

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Antique Seeker

Shifting Truth by octironstar, literature

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Shifting Truth

The Swan Maiden and the Fire-Girl by octironstar, literature

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The Swan Maiden and the Fire-Girl

The Lights In London by octironstar, literature

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The Lights In London

Revelation by octironstar, literature

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Revelation

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Opposites Attract: Chapter One by Leech333, literature

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Opposites Attract: Chapter One

Earth, 1995 The Pacific Ocean was a vast sheet of deep blue that stretched for miles in every direction. The semi-cloudless sky shone above, and the scales of fish glittered under the surface of the waves. It was a perfect place. A natural portrait emphasizing of Earth's beauty. With a great rumble, the water began churning in a circle. An apparent maelstrom exploded into life without warning, and dark storms clouds suddenly appeared in the pristine sky. At the very center of the vortex, something emerged. Swelling from beneath the water, the glowing purple-black sphere grew in size rapidly to the point where it had completely swallowed u

FrostIron - The Devil in your Heart - part2 by Shir0gane, literature

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FrostIron - The Devil in your Heart - part2

'Yes, yes, I'm well aware, that I promised...,' Tony got cut short by a very upset tirade of insults against his person and he waited for the short moment it would stop. 'Pepper, I'm very close, you know? I just need a couple more days. I'll see you next week in London, I promise.' The content of the insults turned obviously offensive and Tony took some distance from the cell. 'You know, I love you,' he seized the next moment of silence. But the line was already dead. Tony put the cell aside and couldn't help but suspiciously watch it a few seconds longer, as if it might explode any moment. Women... Tony let out an irritated sigh and m

FrostIron - The Devil in your Heart - part1 by Shir0gane, literature

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FrostIron - The Devil in your Heart - part1

Defeated. But not broken. Enraged. But in chains. Asgard grew right in front of them, peeled out of the nothingness while Thor led Loki back home to be on trial and judged for his crimes. But Thor didn't know what was to come. And so it hit him without warning when the Tesseract suddenly exploded in a blinding light, throwing him back and crushing him to the ground. The light was accompanied by a screeching sound that grew in intensity to the point of physical pain. Then silence, darkness. Along with two dozen grim Jötuns surrounding them. Half of the Frost Giants instantly took care of the still stunned Thor, dragged him away from

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Dec 29
United Kingdom
Deviant for 13 years
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Current Residence: Technically Bristol, often my own head.
Operating System: Windows Seven
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Oyster? Are you really asking?
Favourite cartoon character: Chief Wiggum. Seriously.
Personal Quote: I have a lust for a lust for life. Anyone still think I'm sane?

Favourite Visual Artist

John Everett Millais-particularly his 'Ophelia'

Favourite Movies

Sleepy Hollow, Stardust, Music and Lyrics, The Devil Wears Prada. Anything really.

Favourite TV Shows

Peep Show, Sherlock, The Inbetweeners, The Mighty Boosh

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Florence and the Machine, Paramore, Panic!At The Disco

Favourite Books

Neverwhere, Interview With The Vampire, The Truth, The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Wuthering Heights

Favourite Writers

I have far too many favourite writers. As for poets-Byron.

Tools of the Trade

Pen and paper.

Other Interests

Fanfic, crystals, fantasy literature, Greek mythology, Arthurian mythology.

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Aug 23, 2012

Devious Journal Entry

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I've been a bit of a non-entity here, haven't I? The crux of the matter is that since May I haven't actually written anything. Nothing. At all. And it irritates me. I just can't write at the moment. And the novel I was working on has been scrapped, for various reasons. So, hopefully, sometime soon, I'll actually manage to be a writer and be here a bit more regularly. Hopefully.

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May 19, 2012

Devious Journal Entry

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I got tagged! By ~candyexorcist (https://www.deviantart.com/candyexorcist) And I'm cheating, and not posting the rules and not tagging anyone else. Because I'm a spoil-sport and a cad. ;) 10 Things About Myself: 1. I once belonged to a drama club, before my introverted-ness kicked in. 2. I sing all the time, but really shouldn't. As soon as I reckon no one else can hear me I start wailing along to whatever I'm listening to. I get caught warbling way too often. 3. I've always wanted to be a character in a Greek myth, even though they never get a happy ending. 4. Sometimes to entertain myself at work I make up an entire fictional life with which to chat about with customers. I

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May 3, 2012

Orderly Chaos Fiends: a shout-out on my tumblr

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You got it. Kind of. Whatever, mostly its about How I Became A Fangirl. Good story. :nod: http://ravingemma.tumblr.com/ Gods I hope I remembered everyone. Long-winded post for a simple question, dear gods yes.