shanmonster: (Liothu'a)
(I recently rediscovered a bunch of stuff I'd written about six years ago. Here's the origin story for one of my Vampire Dark Ages characters. If you like this, check out Children of Elisabet for more.)

I was born on April 1, 1162 in the Transylvanian town of Kronstadt, deep in the Carpathian Mountains. The third of six children, I was put to work as a goose herd as soon as I could walk and wield a stick. Both of my parents were employed as servants at the Keep of the Teutonic Knights. At the age of seventeen, I married a wheelwright by the name of Nicolae. He was older than me by a decade or more, and he said he loved me. Although I didn't love him in return, he treated me well enough.

When the plague came to Kronstadt, Nicolae died first. )
shanmonster: (Tiger claw)
So I'm working at the Monkey's Paw on Wednesday night as usual, just putting away a few books and stuff, and it's almost closing time, and in walks this old guy. Not to judge or anything, but he really doesn't look like the sort of guy who just wanders into an occult shop. He's wearing a suit that looks about as old as him, and probably has a higher polyester count than a Malaysian sweat shop. He's kinda balding, his tie has a bit of ketchup on it, and he walks in with a look of resigned determination: you know, the same sort of look you might have when you go to the dental hygienist. )
shanmonster: (Tiger claw)
(Character sketch for a Hunter game....)

So I knew I was special from an early age, right? Yeah, I know everyone thinks there special, except maybe those flinching ones who hide in the corners at school hugging their bookbags to their chests, but I knew I was. I mean, Ma and Pa always told me I was special, but that’s like their job, right? I know it sounds cheesy as hell, but it came to me in a dream. I’m a bit of an oracle, when it comes to dreams, so when I dreamed about the Great Eye on top of ye olde pyramid, and how that eye scanned all around like the freaking Eye of Sauron until it lit on ME, well, yeah, of course I knew I’d been singled out. By what exactly, I wasn’t sure, but there’s a reason the unknown is called the occult. I was singled out for life as an occultist. )

Vicarious

Jan. 12th, 2011 06:35 pm
shanmonster: (Liothu'a)
Jonathan Carroll recently wrote the following:
Life scars us. It is inevitable.We learn to live with those scars, or they kill us long before we actually die. Small scars, large, scars as long and deep as the ocean—they define us; they become a part of our life map. A friend of mine recently lost a child and asked what she should do now that it was gone. I said it seems to me that the best thing to do now is to live for both of you. Show your lost child what life is all about and carry them on your soul like someone giving a child a piggyback ride. Show her everything you can that *you* love about life and maybe even more, if that’s possible. They still live inside you, so let them see life through your eyes. The more involved in life you are, the more they will see. The more you retreat from life, you will be depriving them of a beautiful view. Maybe that means some big things must be changed in your life. Things that scare you, things you don’t WANT to change. But you must if you are to move forward and allow your spirit child to enjoy the wonders of your life. now lived for two.
This immediately got my mind working in a similar, but off-kilter direction.

I have never lost a child. But I have fictional personalities and characters alive within me. I don't mean in a Sibyl or Tyler Durden sort of way, but created through my writing and role-playing. So perhaps I live my life bigger to share it with these alter-egos. In effect, am I living vicariously through myself?

Poison Pie

Jun. 30th, 2010 04:10 pm
shanmonster: (Purple mohawk)
I can't believe I haven't posted the recipe for this, yet. Well, here goes.

This recipe was developed by [livejournal.com profile] elanya, and then I tinkered with it and made my own changes. We wanted to create a recipe for a pie that tastes both delicious and dangerous. We wanted a pie that Dark Elves might make. Yes, this pie was developed for LARP. It's made of rich, dark chocolate (the darker the better), almond (for that aroma of cyanide), and tastes vaguely like burning, thanks to the cayenne. Mmmm.....

Here you go!

- 1/2 c unsalted butter
- 2-3 oz (60 g) dark chocolate
- 2 eggs, well beaten
- 1/2 c sugar
- 1/2 c light corn syrup
- 1/4 c all purpose flour
- 1 tsp almond extract
- 1/8 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper
- 1 c ground almonds
- one 9 in. chocolate cookie crust
- dried chili pepper

Heat oven to 325 degrees.
Melt butter and chocolate in double boiler over hot water, or carefully in the microwave.
Pour this into a bowl and add the beaten eggs, then stir in the sugar, corn syrup, flour, almond extract, cayenne, salt, and ground almonds.
Pour filling into crust. Sprinkle a smidgen of ground chili peppers on top for garnish. Bake for 30-35 minutes.
Watch carefully and do not take the pie out of the oven until the top looks dry.

[Poison Pie]

Hee Hee!

Jun. 4th, 2010 09:28 am
shanmonster: (Liothu'a)
A player from one of the LARPs I'm in (Fantasy Alive) did this avatar of my character, Marigold. Yes, that's pretty much how I dress, though I wear a hat and not a kerchief.

[Marigold]

I'm cuted out, now. Thanks, Carly!

Marigold pretty much lives a life of terror, cowering from giant spiders and mean men.

As for now, I'm finishing up my breakfast, going to the gym to work out, and then packing my gear to go play Underworld this weekend. Maybe I'll end up being one of the giant spiders that Marigold is so afraid of.
shanmonster: (Liothu'a)
I've spent the past few days thinking about theology. Not real-world theology, mind you, but theology within a fictional world. It's quite interesting, to see how certain pre-existing points match up, and discovering where the mysteries lie. I'm going to keep working on it, and upon character development. I believe I'm coming up with something quite interesting. Well, it's interesting to me, at least. Whee!

Last night, I played paintball with Steph, Adam, Jordan, Kate, and Tom. Although I've decided indoor paintball is not my cuppa tea, it was still fun to run around with a gun, and to hang out with folks. The floor, with it's eleventy-billion ounces of paint bukkake, was pretty disgusting to walk on. It squelched underfoot, and if I leaned on anything or got shot, I looked like I'd been bled on by Bishop from Alien. Neck/throat shots are a real bitch, by the way, though I think my worst bruising is across my thighs. Adam decided to do one game the masochistic way, and went shirtless. Miraculously enough, he only got shot once, and that was in the arm.

Tom gave me a wicked headband with a picture of Buddy Christ and a "Killing For Jesus" motif. I'll wear it when I go for runs. I will not wear it tonight, when I go and teach my first dance class in ages.

I hope I remember how to dance. I hope I remember how to teach. Eee.

I am still wonderfully sore from pole dance class on Monday night. Although I can do chin-ups on my chin-up bar in the kitchen, I discovered I can no longer do chin-ups on the dance pole. I am ashamed. Ashamed and weak, like some girly man. I need to pump me up!

Where I have not been failing is in the walking department. I've been going on long walks to try to discover the somewhat natural parts of Kitchener. Alas, but even these pseudo-rural areas are tainted by stupid humans. A stream has a big, overstuffed chair in it. Ducks and geese swim amongst candy wrappers and worse. No matter where I walk, I seem to end up at a major intersection near a Beer Store. It must be a sign.

Time for a wish list of socks. I want all of these. )
shanmonster: (Liothu'a)


Gonna be a helluva holiday season....
shanmonster: (Liothu'a)
Ho Ho Horror

I'll be there.
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NSFW )
shanmonster: (Liothu'a)

Cherries

Oct. 22nd, 2009 09:12 pm
shanmonster: (Tiger claw)
Savarotica )
shanmonster: (Liothu'a)
I was challenged to write something truly horrible, and not being one to refuse such a revulsive challenge, I went for it.

This is probably not safe for your lunchtime.

It is the tale of a rhyming disease-smith, magical components which emit potent emotions, and two hapless elves.

I've done better endings, but I was eager for this one to be finished. Enjoy.

NSFW )
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Oof. Hot. Sweaty. I just got back from a run a little while ago, and even though it was early, it's already broiling out there.

Here are my overdue pictures. )

Link Dump

Jun. 15th, 2009 03:51 pm
shanmonster: (Shh...)
In the middle of housework and preparations for this week's Underworld extravaganza. Will I accomplish all my goals? Will I make enemies? Find love? Play with teddy bears and pick flowers? Have a late-night rave with other elf chicks? Stay tuned to find out more!

In the meantime, check this shit out.

Burglar Bit Through Steel Bars: Nom nom nom goes the redcap (thanks, [livejournal.com profile] tailchaser).

Ravenswood Leather: Oh, I am in love with some of these clothes....

Africa Acapella: Really well-done, and complete with storm noises.

Bone Room: Jewellery with a bit of a morbid flair. I'm particularly fond of the monkey arm necklace and the pewter spider ring (thanks, Doyce).

Babuinul Cu Surpriza: Living hood ornaments.

Mom Gives Birth in her Pants: I sincerely doubt they were the pants in the picture.

Carrots cause Swedish bomb scare: Eh, what's up, doc?

Joshua Hoffine Horror Photography: Childhood fears, brought to life. I love it (thanks, Ted)!

Teaching Baby Wolf How to Howl: I'm cuted right the fuck out.

Dog Laugh Silences Other Dogs: Makes me think yippy chihuahuas, poodles, and collies don't have a good sense of humour.

How to Make Fake Blood: I'm going to try out the soya sauce recipe.

Colouring Something Evil!: If I had a kid, this would be my kid.

That'll do for now.
shanmonster: (Tiger claw)
I'm theoretically on my way to being an old lady, so I need a few things to protect my brittle bones.

So armour is what's on my wish list.

Would I not look bad-ass in these pieces?

[Black chain]

[Face protection]

[Spikey pauldrons of doom!]

Yeah.

In the meanwhile, I'm going back to my armouring.
shanmonster: (Default)
More photos of my adventures at Anime North can be seen here!

In the meantime, I'm making a perhaps fruitless effort to increase the armour points of my battle skirt by more than tripling the number of steel studs on it. If nothing else, it'll look cooler, I guess.

I want the female Dark Elf skin showing armour bonus. That might happen if my leather pants and battle skirt don't count for anything. Half naked Dark Elves FTW!
shanmonster: (On the stairs)
I was a scantily-clad barbarian marauder all weekend, to promote Underworld at Anime North. Here I am with Olaff ([livejournal.com profile] knightky) and Wolfgar, my roommates for the convention. I attacked poor Olaff in my sleep.

[Sacking Anime North]

I had a blast, and got a seriously dorky sunburn on my face (burned everywhere makeup was not present, with nice bright white bits where the makeup was present). More photos forthcoming....

Watch as I go hand to hand with a machine gunner.



And here I am with Wolfgar and Isis. Rarr!

[Underworld RARR!]
shanmonster: (Tiger claw)
Aww. Is something wrong with your archers?

[I'll go 1066 on your ass]

I'm leaving for Anime North shortly. Wish me luck. It's a hell of a commute, and I'll be carrying heavy luggage and a big boffer club.
shanmonster: (On the stairs)
OMGWTFBBQ. So busy. )

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