phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, a few days ago I was browsing through Women Fighters in Reasonable Armor (which is the best thing ever, and if you're not familiar with it, ignore this entry and go check it out). This reminded me of Dark Heresy, so I ran a google image search to look for pictures of Sisters of Battle.

Now, I should preface this by stating that the vast majority of the pictures I found were excellent. I'm honestly not sure how many were official art and how many were fanart, but pictures like this one here are exactly what I was looking for. And they're all over the place: this one has a lovely atmospheric feel, while this one has an eerie executioner vibe going on. (I think it's the hood and the bare arms.)

(Edit: I realize now that all three of those are from the same site, but I was taking interesting ones from a huge variety of images. There's more out there.)

And there are also some that I wasn't expecting, but love anyway: the first two pictures here are absolutely adorable, (as a side note, most of the pictures lower down in that thread are distinctly of the awesome variety). This one is cute too, if you ignore the unfortunate corset-like appearance of her armor (seriously, how does she have room in there for both shielding and the internal organs it's supposed to protect?)- I'm imagining her as a really enthusiastic novice. "Let us go forth and slay the unrighteous in the name of the God-Emperor! WHEEEEEE!"

But then you get the inevitable pictures like this one. Or these.

NO. Just no.

Those are not Sisters of Battle. Those are Sister-of-Battle-themed strippers, and if they existed in the Dark Heresy-verse, they would be smote in the name of the God-Emperor because you do not mock his chosen like that.

That last picture annoys me for two reasons- the obvious one, and because that is the wrong way to go about lesbian subtext for the God-Emperor. I honestly approve of the subtext (and even text) about the Sisters of Battle- it makes sense in the setting, it leads to a lot of interesting character development, and I just personally think it's kind of cool. But when it's that kind of male-gaze fanservice lesbianness? That gets squicky. And I feel like I could do it better, except that I can't draw.


Scene: A door hisses open and two Sisters enter a locker-room-type area where the power armor is stored. One is half-supporting, half-carrying the other, because her armor's been badly damaged and the servos on one leg have completely shut down. It's obvious they've been through some enormous battle- neither is badly injured, but they've taken a lot of hits and their armor is covered in soot, blood and alien gunk.

They get out of their power armor- with some difficulty and possibly a crowbar, in the case of the more damaged suit- and just lean on each other for a moment, heads touching, hands on an arm or a waist. (Hard to describe a Headbutt of Love, but you all know what I mean.) They're covered in sweat and blood, utterly exhausted, they've probably lost comrades who they'll mourn later- but right now, they're just taking a moment to support each other.


What I'm trying to get to with this description is, there's no UST here. It's all been resolved already. These are the Wash and Zoe of the forty-first millennium. It's a private moment- they're looking at each other or they've got their eyes closed, and they are emphatically not cheating out to the camera- and it's obvious both that they're in a comfortable, loving relationship and that they are absolutely terrifying fighters.

I'll close by saying I agree with whoever posted the large image in this thread:

"They may not be pretty girls, but dammit, they're soldiers, not strippers. They should be butch, and fearsome, with scars and bionics and tattoos and biceps and calloused hands. Yeah. Dainty they aint.
"
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, if anyone's actually following my "dream diary" entries on here, you're getting a biased picture of my actual dreams.  Most nights, I don't remember my dreams, and some nights beyond that I only remember shreds of them.  Night before last, I had a really interesting dream that I'm pretty sure had a plotline, but the only parts I remember are looking at a transparent clock on a rocky shore somewhere, and talking to a younger friend at my old high school who was two years ahead in math and had run out of math courses my high school offered, and was debating whether to take AP Stats or just three history classes. 

However, I realized there was a really interesting dream I had last spring that I never wrote up on here.  I summarized it on Facebook as "Dreamed I was an extra on Doctor Who.  Not fun."  Here's the real story... 

Dun dun dunnnnn! )

phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, as part of my effort to trick myself into practicing writing, I'll be chronicling our Changeling LARP in character, in the form of letters (or more likely emails, but it's essentially the same thing.)


Also I made friends with the zamboni! )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So [livejournal.com profile] sophronia_chaos pointed out that I haven't been on LJ much. I think my subconscious decided this could go on no longer, because I had a succession of weird dreams last night, after not being able to remember any dreams at all for weeks.  

(Also, I'm going to try to be better about using pseudonyms for identifiable people and places now.)

Cut for tl;dr )

phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, I've been toying with the idea for a while of an alien race naming its ships with verb phrases instead of nouns. (And there could be a plot thread where over-poetic translators render them as nouns anyway, so Our Heroes don't realize at first that The Samaritan is the same ship as To Help A Stranger In Need.  But I digress...) I figured I'd list them here so they get on paper pixels.  Some are sillier than others:
  • To Be Distracted By A Shiny Thing (probably an asteroid prospector; the equivalent of The Magpie)
  • To Appear To Fly Via Stage Magic
  • To Eat Dessert Slowly
  • To Build Bridges (either a diplomatic vessel or the Corps of Engineers)
  • To Temper a Sword
  • To Invent Steam Power (this one might be too human-specific)
  • To Help A Stranger In Need (like I mentioned above)
  • To Breathe Underwater
  • To Tend One's Garden/To Tend Someone Else's Garden (probably two entirely separate concepts)
  • To Defend An Unpopular Opinion
  • To Entertain Children
  • To Dig In Places One Shouldn't (a science/exploration vessel)
  • To Take Up Improvised Weapons
  • To Build Houses Out Of Impractical Materials
  • To Clean The Bones Of Carrion
  • To Juggle Unwieldy Objects
  • To Begin An Important Project (the closest I could get to Enterprise that wasn't just "to do something")
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
The major dream that I remember from last night was set in a world where people who were turned into vampires as children continued aging, physically and mentally, at the normal rate, until they turned 18 (or possibly 21), at which point they physically reverted to the age they were at turning.

Cut for length )

There was also a subplot, earlier in the night, which might or might not have been connected to the other dream. I went to visit my friends from middle/high school and church youth group M and A, who in the dream lived next door to each other. On the way over, I saw a bunny about every 20 feet or so. When I got there, A had gotten into Harvard for grad school early decision, and asked me when I was taking the GREs and I had to say "actually, I'm planning on not going to grad school, at least not for a couple of years" and then we couldn't talk anymore because she had to mow the lawn. Then I went over to the next yard to talk to M, who had the biggest, fluffiest bunny of all (it was about the size of a very large, very fluffy cat), but the bunny wouldn't let me pet it, it just snuggled with her dog on the lawn.
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
Reply to this post, and I will list three things I love about you. Maybe more than three. Then you can repost to your own journal and spread the love - we all need love. ♥
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
"Go look at your blog journal. Find the last Fandom-related thing you posted. The characters in that post are now your team-mates in the Zombie Apocalypse. How fucked are you?"

...hmm.

I actually don't talk much about fandom on here, do I?

If we're counting RPGs as "fandom", I've either got:

-half the NPCs from the vampire game I ran this summer: definitely dying, from being eaten by my teammates, given that I'm sure zombie blood is inedible

-Iris, Cassie, and Julian, (and possibly River Tam if mentioning my vest counts): probably surviving, especially if there's a safe place we can make it to by cobbled-together vehicle

Otherwise, I have to go all the way back to last August, where I took a poll and came up with Willow: maybe surviving, if this is set in the Buffyverse she'd probably find a way to reverse the zombiefication.

Really, that might not count either, but my last actually-a-fandom-post is this game, involving all my favorite female characters from the Vorkosiverse. Most awesome apocalypse ever.
phantomcranefly: Pilot from Farscape, with text:  "I don't get out much so I read." (Farscape)
So, as of three hours from now I'll have been back at school for a week.  It feels like longer. 

My job's going pretty well- at least I'm less nervous than I was before, and we got free food on Friday, which was nice.  I'm glad so many of my friends are still here, otherwise I'd be a lot lonelier.  I got to spend most of Saturday hanging out with a bunch of cool people, including[livejournal.com profile] harpofisrafel who's moving away soon.  ( :(  )

Cut for dream rambling )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
I realized I haven't been keeping up with my dream-diary entries; here's a more cheerful one from the middle of last week.

Sorry I keep forgetting the LJ-cut... )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.

I have eight invite codes for Dreamwidth accounts;  comment if you'd like one. 
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
I wasn't expecting to get much sleep last night, because I usually can't sleep after game, but I actually went to sleep pretty quickly after going to bed at 2:30 or so, and I didn't wake up until seven-and-a-bit.  Aside from the first session of Dark Heresy I think this is the most sleep I've gotten on a game night. 

Amusingly enough, I dreamed that I stayed up all night after game, although it was hanging out with people rather than lying awake with my brain spinning, and then we all went to Chase-Duckett for breakfast.  Then I had to do my laundry by putting it in a big wooden tub with an oar-thing to stir with, and someone wanted me to play sudoku on the computer, which they had set up to project onto the wall.  I was busy with my laundry, though, so I had to call out to them which numbers to put where, and they kept getting it wrong. 

Also:  MAGICAL LARPERS.  Words cannot express how much awesome this is. 
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
[[I forgot to crosspost this when I put it up on LJ, so I'm experimenting with backdating.]]


I wasn't expecting to get much sleep last night, because I usually can't sleep after game, but I actually went to sleep pretty quickly after going to bed at 2:30 or so, and I didn't wake up until seven-and-a-bit.  Aside from the first session of Dark Heresy I think this is the most sleep I've gotten on a game night. 

Amusingly enough, I dreamed that I stayed up all night after game, although it was hanging out with people rather than lying awake with my brain spinning, and then we all went to Chase-Duckett for breakfast.  Then I had to do my laundry by putting it in a big wooden tub with an oar-thing to stir with, and someone wanted me to play sudoku on the computer, which they had set up to project onto the wall.  I was busy with my laundry, though, so I had to call out to them which numbers to put where, and they kept getting it wrong. 

Also:  MAGICAL LARPERS.  Words cannot express how much awesome this is. 

phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
My first attempt at writing a journal for Iris fizzled and died after a paragraph and a half- this one turned into a ficlet about her hermit period.  I guess that's progress?

(Some background in case you're interested, [livejournal.com profile] bibliothekara :  This is my character from Vampire:  the Masquerade, the painter from 1912, a few months after breaking up with her girlfriend.  She's since moved to a tiny island in Canada to paint and be a hermit.)

Title:  Lines
Rating: G
Word Count: 450
Warnings:  Gratuitous cuteness, repressed angst.  (Although it's really well-repressed...)



February 1970 )


In random other news, I had a dream about Firefly set in the Star Trek mirror universe.  (There was a different theme song, although I'm not sure if it was a mirror episode like Star Trek's been having or an entire spinoff series.  Regardless, I was aware it was TV.)  Simon was the main character, Inara was a rebel spy, Wash was somehow indentured to the ship and Book was in charge of all the ship's gambling (oh, ha ha, subconscious :/ ).
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, family Christmas was warm and fuzzy as usual- my family went over to my grandparents' after opening stockings, and my cousins [livejournal.com profile] bibliothekara and her brother (livejournal-less as far as I know) were there, and their mom and other grandparents came over in the afternoon, and we had the Required Debate Over the Optimum Passing Speed of Presents, and spawned a couple of new quotes:  "It's candy disguised as a shirt!", which needs no explanation, and "EXPONENTIAL BISCUITS!!!", which does.  We usually make crescent rolls out of a can, but this year my grandfather got buttermilk biscuits out of a can instead, so [livejournal.com profile] bibliothekara and I got the dough out of the can and started dividing out the biscuits.  And dividing... and dividing....  The biscuits were supposed to be flaky and layered, but we didn't realize it, so we saw the boundary between layers in one biscuit and thought that meant it was supposed to be two, so by the time we thought to check the package to see how many biscuits it was supposed to make, some of the biscuits were in thirds or quarters, and we had to stick them back together.

I think I've been chattering about my games too much- my grandparents gave me a pair of books called The Girl's Guide to Vampires and How to be a Vampire, which look amusing (one of them- forget which, I haven't read them yet- had a section titled "How to tell if your boyfriend is a vampire), and my mom gave me a pink folding hairbrush/mirror specifically for Changeling.  I'm not sure it belongs on my toolbelt, but it'll be nice to have with me in case I forget to braid my hair beforehand.  Normally I'm more careful about not talking too much about my current 'preferred interest', but this one snuck by me because it's not a book series/whatever like they usually are, so I didn't recognize it until a few weeks ago, and kept telling my mom long stories over the phone about everything that happened in the last game.  Sigh.  Social skills:  I can usually has, but it's not guaranteed and it actually is work.  I think this is why it's so much easier for me to get into Cassie's head than Iris's:  Iris not trying is me trying my hardest, whereas Cassie trying is me not trying that much. 

My brother's recently started playing D&D and Dark Heresy at our high school's new Tabletop Games club, (which started up after I graduated, growf) so I got him a d20 and a pair of matching d10s (10s and 1s place, not identical), which I think he liked, although it's hard to tell sometimes with him.  I had a bit of a mishap with everyone else's presents, though-  I carefully packed the cross-stitch I've been working on all semester (well, with a month-long break for my River vest), but completely forgot that they're supposed to be cross-stitch ornaments and the little ornament frames they're meant to go in were still in my desk drawer.  So everyone will be getting their Christmas presents in mid-January.  Oh well.  I have extra cross-stitch cloth now, as a present from my mom from our Christmas Eve run to A C Moore's to see if they had any tiny frames, but I'm not sure I want to do these ornaments again next year, given that they take at least twice as long as the crochet ornaments I made two years ago.  I have a bunch of craft projects still to do before ConBust, anyway, so no sense starting to plan now.

In random other news, it's snowing here, and has been all day, but I didn't go out and play in it.  The Doctor Who Christmas special was awesome, especially watching it with my cousin.  She gave me a pink fleece hat with giant rabbit ears, which Cassie might wear if I can figure out how the wires are attached to her head, and which I-personally will definitely be wearing everywhere.  My mom also gave me a hat, which is tweedish and big enough that I can keep my hair under it for playing Julian.  I should probably organize the Changeling Sledding Expedition over the forums rather than email, so that people I don't think of can join in.  This is nothing like a conclusion, but this is my livejournal, not an essay, so I don't care.
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
Friday night I went to bed at six.  No, not six at night, six in the morning.  It's later than I've ever stayed up doing homework, I think later than I've stayed up for anything but the opera trips and the all-night party senior year.  And I got nothing done.

Well, no homework, that is... )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
Cut for rambling )
I'm amused that the twins' names were Mary and Elena, and that there was a wiki involved.  I think this almost counts as a Vampire:  the Masquerade dream, even if there were no actual vampires. 
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
I dreamed about Changeling for the first time this morning (apparently Changeling dreams are a common occurrence). It was a really good thing, actually, because the dream was so cool that the residual happy carried me through most of the day, when I'd expected to be freaking out over my Computer Graphics midterm. I wonder if my subconscious did that on purpose...

cut for rambling... )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, this is someone I not only don't know in real life, I also don't even know them through the internet, but we need to get the signal as wide as possible:


[livejournal.com profile] crabby_lioness has been having problems with neighbors breaking into her house and trying to make it look like her children are in danger.  You can read the full story here. Spread the signal.
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (strikethrough 07)
I don't want my livejournal cross-posted to facebook. Although I've pretty much given up on completely keeping this journal as a secret identity, I still really want to make sure only people I trust can connect this journal with my real name. Said name is what my facebook account is under. And since my only twitter account is the one I set up for my Shadowrun character, it wouldn't even make sense to connect that up.

On a completely unrelated topic, I was sitting on the pool steps yesterday when I noticed a wasp fall in. I didn't particularly want it to drown, and I especially didn't want it near me, so I picked it up on a leaf and set it on the edge. It promptly fell in again. I got my leaf, fished it out, set it farther away, and it made a beeline for the edge and fell in a third time. Then my dad put it on the cover, in case it was just heading north and the pool was in the way, and it turned around and headed back for the water. By the time I went in, it had fallen in the pool five or six times.
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