Ithy-Darc

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All Know Fear by Ithy-Darc, literature

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All Know Fear

"So you're immortal?" The words were offered in a genuine curiosity, and if there remained a healthy bit of skepticism, even after her unwilling demonstration, it was to be expected. Immortal after all, was a big word. ...and as it happened, not entirely accurate. "No one's immortal." She murmured, conscious of his eyes still regarding her from behind. He didn't offer her the courtesy of allowing modesty, and to be honest, she didn't much care. She knew that he took in the pale twisting lines across her skin, her newest battle wound now just one more scar among countless others. The blood on her torn blouse was still wet. "Though I'v

Remember when, still remember- Bobbin chapter 7 by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Remember when, still remember- Bobbin chapter 7

"Crack the world sweet, and I would live to see the sun rise... but I would do it alone. I have grown very fond of you... In fact I'd say you've outright spoiled me to any thought of losing you." He kissed her shoulder, gently. "So you are my conscience, Lorna. Because," another kiss, "I intend to keep you." It made her shiver, a phantom caress where he tenderly pressed lips to flesh. Warm with magic, and feather-light. "And I think I see what you intend to do with me." She observed, not truly adverse to said intentions. "How utterly against your character, making love to your wife at any excuse." "No, no... Not at any excuse," He

Remember When/Still Remember... Bobbin by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Remember When/Still Remember... Bobbin

She did think. In fact she thought many things, most spilling over her senses in a random tumble. Unwound... "You're saying you moved us through time." She whispered, struggling to grasp what this really meant. New risks, new opportunities, new games... The devastated forest was almost forgotten. "You always said that couldn't be done." "Oh, yes, well..." He moved to his feet in one rather smooth movement, extending his hand to her in a smug manner. "There's- It can't be done!- because it's not possible, and then there's- It can't be done!- because it's not permitted. Most 'can't be done's' actually fall into the latter... Since ver

I Still Remember/Remember When/ch. 5 by Ithy-Darc, literature

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I Still Remember/Remember When/ch. 5

At first, all she knew was a prickling, painful sort of heat, hitting every inch of her at once. It felt a bit like a rope burn, some distant part of her mind mused, only... everywhere. A different part of her mind told her she needed to breathe. This she ignored. Breathe, what was breathe? Then, what was a rope burn, either? Pain, heat... self? In some deep place, she shuddered at the concept. Self. Being. An individual, with... mind, personality, touch. The idea of touch was frightening somehow, and she found herself drawing away from it... Only to stop, and remember again that silent bid to breathe. To stay. And then there was

A Small Space by Ithy-Darc, literature

Underground by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Underground

It was a long way down. Presumably. Actually he couldn't see the bottom of the shaft. Nor could he see his hand in front of his face, or the next rung of the ladder. It was difficult to decide which was more unnerving, but the fear of losing his hold was far worse than either. The heavy rope was just plain difficult to hold onto, slick with rot and age, and still rough enough to cut at his palms as he struggled to maintain his death grip, suspended god only who knew how far still from safety. A man whose line of work absolutely depended on the capability of his hands, this may have occupied more of his mind than it should, given the curr

Strangers with Coffee, (cont) by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Strangers with Coffee, (cont)

He didn't say goodbye to her. After the frustrating trek halfway across the small city, all he'd done was make a weak joke, and apologize for being late. And she'd smiled. It shouldn't satisfy him, but it did. He still remembered how their odd little daily ritual had started. It was entirely unplanned, to say the least... In fact, it was the result of a plan gone pretty badly awry. His previous job had been as, more or less, the guy who ran around picking up the stuff that other people in his company managed to let fall through the cracks. Paperwork, research, double checking facts, and making certain the proper legalities were in place-

Laughter of the Winged Ones by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Laughter of the Winged Ones

The night smelled like honey, seawater, and warm skin. Not something that belonged in the broken remains of what had once been a massive city, now centuries lost to human memory. And if any of us had been human, we might have found it strange- that is, if we were able to notice it at all. Human senses missed so many things... There was a sense of electricity that was promised as the wind grew sharper, a biting pleasure, with bared teeth. It was a cry to the hunt, rising in the throat of the building storm, and each answered in their own way. To do any less was unthinkable, an aberration of ourselves and our natures. A thousand sets of ey

I Haven't Forgotten 4 by Ithy-Darc, literature

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I Haven't Forgotten 4

A slow smile teased at the corners of her husband's lips, quickly growing to a full devilish grin. "Oh my dear sweet mate," He murmured, eyes glinting with mischief, "How I do adore you... Wonderful. Perfect. ...I think." He turned that gaze to her, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the dark pleasure in her lover's eyes, "Oh well. Without question, we are going to cause some real trouble, this time through." Lorna bit her lower lip, aware that encouraging this mindset would only add to whatever chaos the puck was spinning. ...Oh, but it was hard to refuse him when he got that playful look of his. Still. "Real trouble being...?" S

I Haven't Forgotten, 3 by Ithy-Darc, literature

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I Haven't Forgotten, 3

Her husband barely seemed to pay this any mind. He chuckled, stretching a little as he pulled a small leather pouch from his belt... It seemed to double in size, once, then twice, then again, though it looked to her like a distant object drawing closer, more than something genuinely growing. "Well, let's see if I can't give this a nice little stir, then..." The first thing that he held up, drawn from the contents of the dangerous bag, was a slender bit of stone and moonlight, falling deathly motionless at the end of its slender ribbon. Lorna knew it immediately, and felt a chill wash over her, raising goosepimples down her arms. "No. No

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All Know Fear by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Remember when, still remember- Bobbin chapter 7 by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Remember When/Still Remember... Bobbin by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Remember When/Still Remember... Bobbin

I Still Remember/Remember When/ch. 5 by Ithy-Darc, literature

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I Still Remember/Remember When/ch. 5

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Underground

Strangers with Coffee, (cont) by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Strangers with Coffee, (cont)

Laughter of the Winged Ones by Ithy-Darc, literature

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Laughter of the Winged Ones

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I Haven't Forgotten 4

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I Haven't Forgotten, 3

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About Ithy-Darc

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

May 23
United States
Deviant for 15 years
She / Her

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This is me. I love a good rogueish character with a good portrayal, and all my favorite creations- other people's, mind you- seem to fit the definition.

So basically-
Dysfunctional
Eccentric
Humorous
Intellectual
...and probably not generally nice. Who doesn't love a good villain!

Added points if the character in shaped as 'human,' with motivations and flaws and wants, rather than just the big evil. More added points if the story has me rooting more for the 'bad guy' by the end, rather than the hero! Or is the hero! Playing with people's perceptions and preconceptions between the two... that's just lovely.

Ideally, just getting my mind flipped by character revelation. Prefer it to more broadly defined 'twist endings' any day.

...no, my interest does not extend to real life scaries. Thank you for asking. I'll take my daily dose of confusingly evil in a fictional setting, and be very happy with it.

Pleasant Dreams!

...and do let me invade them from time to time, won't you?

Favourite Movies

Hmm... Beetlejuice! (Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice... Darn!)

Favourite TV Shows

Hiatus from tv...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Hmm, Skillet, Blackmore's Night, Cold, Red, Heather Dale, Adam Lambert, Alicia Keys... whats-her-name... Huh, I just noticed a pattern there. Wow. Revealing.

Favourite Writers

Inclined towards Terry Pratchett, frankly. Farewell, good dream weaver.

Tools of the Trade

The silken threads of fancy, the thick dark shadows of fear, and honey. To hold it together.

Other Interests

Me personally, I enjoy shaping peoples thoughts with my writing. Talk about a power trip! ;)

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Ithy-Darc

Oct 15, 2015

Well, some ideas sketched out just a bit... ...what do you think? Any of these ideas worth pursuing? In particular, I mean? Seriously, I'm treading water with this whole 'writing again' thing. Not at all sure what I'm doing with it anymore. But hey, ...

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Ithy-Darc

Aug 3, 2015

Reflecting on white noise and empty pages. Too many of both for my liking right now... And aways...

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Ithy-Darc

Aug 3, 2015

Frustrations of writing.

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Do you want to know what genuinely torments me about writing?  I just can't give the characters life, not if they're my own.  The best success I've had with being both really satisfied with my work, and finding others to enjoy it too, has been in fan fiction. I stopped writing fan fiction almost four years ago.  This was both because I'd assigned myself too much in too short a time, and felt burned out, and because I felt like, to be a 'real' writer, my writing my stories, characters and world, should be my own creations.  Entirely my own. The problem is that even when I create a character I feel I can run with, it feels, 'unalive' to me.  