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[conspiring-limabean]

I love the habit we have where every night I turn off his daylamp and he knows that that means it’s bed time and he goes and finds a comfy spot to lay down and wait for me to cover him in his blanky

[northofallmusic]

below the clouds, above the lakes • wangxian • e • chapter 2/? • 10,000 words (of 22,800 total)

Wei Ying was not formally considered a Jiang until it became necessary for a Jiang to marry a Lan as a guarantee of alliance. Now, in the habitat dome which houses the palace known as the Cloud Recesses, he has to navigate a new role, a new marriage, and an unfamiliar tangle of political relationships and loyalties. • this chapter: the limits of ceremony; things that dream of light. This is the shape of the day after a wedding.

content notes for this chapter: past trauma, including coercive situations connected to other political marriages. • general content notes: situationally dubious consent, graphic depictions of violence.

read from chapter 1 >>

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When Wei Ying woke for the first time that morning he was alone, lying in a pool of light so grey that it might be natural. It filtered down into the room from above, the ceiling funnelling sharply up towards what looked like skylights at its distant highest point. The sun rising behind clouds, or good quality daylamps beginning their rotation into use? Windows, probably, and real daylight.

The night’s chemical heat had ebbed from him, and everything it had submerged lay bare.

He pulled the duvet close around himself, shivering, and thought about etymology.

These unthinking things, in Imperial Standard, had eyes: cameras; buildings; projectile weapons. The same central component to the glyphs for lense, and window, and barrel. An aperture, but with a specific implication of perception. In poetic form, the presence of any of the three might be felt as a weight on the back of the neck.

Why the barrel? A kind of deliberate displacement, again poetic, taken into general use—a person aimed a gun using the sight, but the weapon had a vision of its own—? He had read that in something, he thought, but things tangled themselves around each other in his brain without actually belonging together pretty often—

He was cold. Too tired for any of it.

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[zooophagous]

I love my office plants. I hope to add more soon.

[mantoniospam]

(Apologies for awful lighting - I’m making this post at like 12:50am and I don’t own a daylamp)

The first of my Ryza army - a Vanguard Alpha!

TBH I’ve got an enormous laundry list of things I could have done better - paints I didn’t have, techniques and brushwork that was sloppy, etc. Especially the base, which ended up looking like nothing I wanted.

However, it is the first infantry-scale model I’ve painted in ten years. So I’s not a bad starting point, at least? What do you think?