i quite like the idea of mixing post-Tolkienian elves with more traditional conceptions of the Fair Folk, so that their apparent perfection takes on a highly sinister quality
This is an interesting concept, but I haven't seen it done much.
i can't recall seeing it done at all; if you can remember any specific example i'd be most interested
it's something i've thought about doing in my own writing, but haven't done yet
Bonus points if the hive-mind mass-produced undead robotic cockroaches are compared to an infection. Icky germs, spreading all over and if you leave one for a minute soon there will be, like, a million.
The Dresden Files are good urban fantasy, although the first couple of books are only decent rather than great, and also mandatory to read regardless.
I liked the first few more than the others, they had this kid of hokey pulpiness and more of an emphasis on the whole noir detective thing as opposed to his being a wizard thing.
not to say that they didn't have their problems, the later ones are more well written on the whole, but they seem more generic due to the heavier orientation towards fantasy.
i quite like the idea of mixing post-Tolkienian elves with more traditional conceptions of the Fair Folk, so that their apparent perfection takes on a highly sinister quality
This is an interesting concept, but I haven't seen it done much.
I just like desert elves and don't know why they're so rare.
why has there been no changes to the names of Yarrun and I?
Anyways, extra bonus points for the Hive-Mind mass-produced undead robotic cockroaches smelling bad, secreting mucus, leaving a trail of slime that is yucky and super bad for the environment, or making yucky black smoke because they are robots and that smoke is super bad for the environment.
Extra super amazing points if the hive-mind mass-produced undead robotic cockroaches cannot see and like the dark; or are subterranean. Extra scary for humans, who like light and generally don't like being underground. Points removed if light is harmful to them; though.
But yeah, making the hive-mind mass-produced undead robotic cockroaches have, like, puss-filled boils is good; as is making them desert-liking or swamp-liking.
You have to see a picture of it on paper or a physical medium, a screen doesn't work.
THe joy of those two images is that you can bring them close to your eye and look at the tiny little details.
On a screen, you get no feel for the texture of those dresses, or the coldness of the Snow Queen or the heat of the Summer Queen. You can't tell if the grass on the Summer Queen's headdress is simply painted on if you look at it on a screen; but in the actual image, you can tell that it isn't.
27 still born lambs, 3 regular lambs, military deadstock lining. And it was said, during a conversation in the cold, cavernous walls of the tannery, chromium sulphate hanging low in the air, and not a piece of natural light leaking in, “what is that heap over there?” Looking vaguely at the iridescent white pile to his left, said he “That...? They were not meant to be.” And so it was agreed, I would take those lost souls, and from him to me they came.
In 2012 Recht documented a one-off surgery/performance during which a plastic surgeon removed a 110mm x 10mm strip of skin from his abdomen while he was awake. The piece of skin with the hair still attached was tanned and mounted to a 24kt gold ring
“Icarus, post-crash”: 21 Svartfugl [blackbirds] on a hunted wild reindeer base.
After meeting a group of hunters, hunting birds and beasts, we struck up a deal: all the birds they could bring me, in exchange for a pound of breath. And birds they brought, bags and bags of them. Hands soaked in feathers and flesh, they were sorted through, sent on ice to my tanner (a craftsman so brilliant I heard he once tanned air). What returned to our studio was not a pile of feathers and feet but rather the full-bodied, beaked husks of those once soft flying blackbirds. And out of their box they were pulled, put onto the stand, and the garment quite literally designed itself. All we had to do was sew it together... by hand and heart, on a reindeer base, body to body to back to wing, to have our Icarus, post crash, sombre and in between.
but we have vast, powerful jaws, continuously oozing slime
and rows and rows of deceptively sharp, but weirdly human-looking teeth
Yes, you have teeth; but you have more leech-like jaws, you know, the kind that look nightmarish when they suck on a glass sheet. You know, like the Mynocks from Star Wars.
Somebody should really draw these hive-mind mass-produced undead robotic cockroaches.
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it's something i've thought about doing in my own writing, but haven't done yet
Like, you have this high and fancy elves, and maybe toss in some Victorian standards into their living, and then you have neanderthal humans.
it isn't bad for OUR environment, it is perfect for us
humans and elves ruining our environment with their stupid tree hugging ways
we cannot see but we can hear you
and we can smell you
but we have vast, powerful jaws, continuously oozing slime
and rows and rows of deceptively sharp, but weirdly human-looking teeth
all things beautiful must be crushed beneath our many insectoid heels
there is only death that serves our purposes and death that does not
worthless
we have 4 leechlike openings
and one set of powerful fractal jaws
it's a robot/insect thing