#goneglorious

   “Gods, am I happy to see you! Welcome home!” She’s hugging her, no questions asked, no hesitations offered. 

    the laugh that finn gives is expelled like a cough, harsh and fast, and he grins at baby, thinking that there’s more to the joke. his smile fades when another punchline doesn’t come. “you’re not serious? get married? to me? oh, shut the fuck up.” the scowl that falls over finn’s face overcomes his entire being in only a moment, drawing a line of tension into his shoulders, forcing one of his hands to go hunting for the cigarette pack in his jacket pocket. “what kind of question even is that?” he shoves a cigarette into his mouth, holds it with his teeth while he struggles to light it. when he speaks, it’s around the filter, words coming almost through gritted teeth. “fucking marriage. it doesn’t even mean anything. and then there’s the fucking divorce rates, and -- do you have a goddamn lighter? mine is fucking dead.”

so, of course, bunny over on @rekant. bunny is fun and a lil feral--what’s not to love? but the one i’m going to ramble about is khthonios. ive always loved the concept of hive minds and your take on it is so so so fun. khthonios’ slow crawl to taking over all of france is genuinely terrifying. like, fictional scary/horror stories don’t usually get to me. but the way you write khthonios and their ability to assimilate entire cities with total detachment from those theyve assimilated (while still being able to convincingly play as them if they need to (or want to for some cruel/amusing reason)) makes me shiver. i remember reading a thread of yours where, like, two people were beating each other up and the other muse (this wasnt even a thread you and i were writing, it was you and someone else) wants to call the police and someone hands them a phone to do it because why not--all of them are khthonios. the two people beating each other up are. the person who handed the phone is. the police are. i remember reading that reply of yours and thinking oh shit. oh shit. oh wow. like that hit me hard. that was such a good set up. it hit me for reasons i cant even really begin to understand or explain--it was just good. it also made me start thinking about the systems khthonios would have to fully run and be responsible for and how that works and why they’re doing it and how eerily spooky it is that they are able to make some aspects of society run better and smoother because they’ve assimilated everyone. khthonios makes me feel a lot and i cant imagine id be able to write them nearly as good as you (which is prob why im so in awe of their plot and personality b/c it’s amazing how much youre juggling with this concept and how well youre executing it) but seeing you write them makes me feel it’d be fun to try. b/c you’ve given such rich, haunting details to work with.

‘   you’re not making any sense. and you’re talking too fast, so can we just? take a second. i can’t keep up.  ‘

   “I have not seen you around here before.” A confident smile -- a hand on her hips, one just above the hilt of her blade. “And here I was under the impression that I knew all of those living in this land. Are you a wanderer?” 

i think it’d be so, so, so very fun to write meaghan’s bog king who’s now over on @bugdown. the bog king is exactly my kind of jam. that strange, otherworldly, cryptic thing reaching out. but it’s weird and doesnt speak and love and think in quite the same way we do. he talks in fragments that sometimes come out mangled in such a way that it reminds you how Not Human it is and i love that (love that, would have so much fun playing with that). meaghan’s narration for the bog king has great poetic descriptors that provide a haunting ambience and show how foreign the bog king is and it’d just be! really! fun! to write! i love unabashedly strange characters and the bog king is that.

   ... Right?

   Lips part as though to speak, but doubt and terror seal her throat shut.