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Hello! I'm Aestrix, and I'm one person with quite a lot of accounts that I switch between to play different characters in roleplaying. I have a community with a listing of them all located here, and it's kept reasonably up-to-date. I occasionally forget to add recent accounts, but usually within a month or two I'll add them to the listing and you are free to stalk their accounts as much as you like.

This is my main account, but also my 'default' account. If I don't have a facecast or an account for someone, or I'm playing NPCs or something, this is the account I will be using, so please don't worry if my posts don't make sense together from my main journal. They are extremely unlikely to even form a coherent plot together. 'But Aestrix,' you might be wondering, 'It seems like these things are part of larger continuities, can I see those so I can understand just what is going on?'

Yes, yes you can. This is an index of the indexes and explanation of what is going on. I realized that the current system of 'Just sort of magically expect people to know where to wander to find the indexes' was not going to work. So this is my new solution.

First off, a large portion of my shenanigans are part of the roleplay community known only as 'Glowfic,' indexed completely on Alicorn's forum here. Glowfic is a catch-all term for various roleplays all run off of Dreamwidth, with the same sorts of characters and lots of alternate universes. Most, if not technically all of our communication goes through Alicornutopia. Also present are the TvTropes page and a wiki.

    Incandescence (Aestrix & Alicorn)
      Probably the 'main' thing people will know me by, Incandescence is sort of hard to explain. In essence, it's a multidimensional love story, where we see one couple in multiple universes and how they find each other and fall in love (or, in some cases, do not). With both members of the couple as altruistic megalomaniacs. And alternate universes that team up to bring lots of different systems of magic, resurrection, and immortality to everyone. Problems occur, shenanigans ensue. Also present are personified gods, an evil mind control knife, souls in the shape of animals, a talking cat, and a hell of a lot of snarking. My main characters here are one half of the relationship, known to themselves as 'Adarins' (better nickname for them pending) and an index of them is located here.

    Pixiethreads (Aestrix & Kappa/Pyth)
      I suppose the best way to describe Pixiethreads is, 'Kappa and I are distractable butterflies when put in a room together.' We have quite a lot of plans, and have started quite a lot of things, but by far the one that's gotten the farthest is Veil, or as I like to call it, Dragon Age: Redeem Literally Everyone, a Dragon Age reimagining. We have plans to pick up the others, but at the moment both I and Kappa are delighted by Dragon Age and will not put it down.

    Resplendent Circle (Aestrix & Alicorn & Kappa/Pyth)
      At some point, the three of us decided that we wanted all of our characters to play together. The easiest way to do this involved summoning demons and angels to other places. A lot of the characters present come from Incandescence or Effulgence but we try to explain everything that needs explaining without the necessity of reading its mother fic.

    Starry Matrix (Aestrix & Marri)
      Marri has some adorable characters, and several of them fit surprisingly well in one of my original worlds - so we put them there. Shenanigans ensued. Then we realized that it would be really funny if we put some of my characters in Storybrooke from Once Upon A Time. So that happened, and more shenanigans ensued.

    Bound Sunrise (Aestrix & Anthusiasm)
      A little tiny baby index that needs more love, and that is entirely my fault. At the moment, it has the beginnings of an AU of Incandescence world 'Hex,' and we are looking to expand it when I have the attention span.
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The city of Eantasyl is fortunate in its placement, and is considered old for even an elven city. The streets are some kind of shimmery stone, the buildings neatly arranged and well maintained. It's pleasant, and generally considered a nice place for the rich to retire. There's a noticeable lack of greenery and foliage on the streets themselves - the place is kept very dense, and it's can be guessed that its citizens thought they had enough foliage already. It sits at the base of one of the very first world trees. One could be forgiven for missing the city for the tree - it's several thousand feet tall, and its branches bring shade to more than half of Eantasyl. They do not need gardens. They have enough to spare, up in the sky.

(The leaves are a pain to rake.)

Despite many of its flaws (and there are many) the Sunrise Empire isn't actually a horrible place to live. This place especially. Just steer clear of the government, keep your head down, don't join any rebellions, and don't break any laws, and you'll be fine. Probably. Unless there are dangerous criminals running around, causing trouble.

But that hardly ever happens. The Ministry has it all under control.
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Raezenoth has sent his manifested form to sleep. He doesn't need it to sleep, it could (and has) gone years and years without such, but sometimes it's nice to not have a body. To go back to how he was in the beginning - a whisper on the wind, a swirl of desert sands, the rustle of the sparse grass. All of his domain, instead of split and splintered and crammed into flesh for the convenience of having hands. Anywhere in it, instead of forced to move at his (admittedly considerable, for a god) top speed. He isn't sorry to have a manifested form, isn't sorry to walk among mortals and call them friend. But he is a god. He doesn't always have to have a body. So he doesn't.

He tidies up his domain. He finds people who need things, who want things, and slips in items that would let them get what they need, and then what they want, by their own power. He's very accustomed to this, he's had a lot of practice, but he tries to outdo himself every chance he gets. Tries to inspire his followers to a little bit more of that stubborn brilliance he loves in mortals so. Tries to help them improve. The mortals make the god, after all. It is the greatest irony, he thinks.

He is the wind, and the ground, and the water beneath it, and he is all of the little things that help people without snatching away their ability to help themselves. It's nice. Quiet. Soothing, after his recent near-mistake involving deleting slavery from existence.

He'll have a visitor soon. He'll wake his body up for that, it's bound to be interesting if nothing else.
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Raezenoth has spoken to his priests and his acolyte, and they have been informed that the manifestation of their god is going to be away for a little while. He has Godly Duties to attend to. Godly Duties meaning playing strategy games with this mortal he met over a multidimensional forum he can access through his godly powers. He's still not entirely sure how that works, but hey, it let him learn to play chess, and then play chess. He really can't complain.

He sits at the top of a mountain in his domain (the view is nice) and waits. Sometimes he can be very patient.
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There is a forest that likes to pretend that it's ordinary. It isn't, it's quite bizarre. Every night, in fact, zombies and other horrible monsters swarm this place, looking for people to kill. Not that they've found anyone, the forest itself is quite empty of residents. But they search anyway, during the night, shambling and groaning and occasionally leaving body parts lying around. Those disappear pretty quickly, but it still happens. Then the day comes, and they depart to who knows where, swearing (if mindless monsters could think, or in fact swear to anything in particular) that they'l be back the next night. Repeat ad nauseum.

It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.

But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.
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The news reaches Nataliem's estate within a week. Her majesty, Queen Alinaret Cartalian, is dead, of an unknown illness. Her husband, now a widower, has little to no political power, and even less desire to use it. Nataliem sends his condolences immediately, after adding the correct date to the letter. They've already been written up for several weeks, now. Safely hidden away, of course, he wouldn't like any sort of spies to know he's had these condolences written up early. It would cast an unflattering light on the situation. Such as, that he knew she was going to die. Which, of course, he did.

Because he was the one to poison her.

He's not about to mourn her. He's never been the sentimental type. She was never a fantastic pawn, too unpredictable, but he'd had such high hopes for her, once. It's not like the woman was stupid, quite the opposite, but she always failed to have any sort of vision. No forethought and no discipline makes for a very nasty combination when left unchecked, and despite his best efforts as an adviser (and he does mean his best efforts, the bastard twins are his) he'd never managed to have her under any semblance of control. Too bad, it might have been fun to have a puppet monarch.

But he has high hopes for his children. Well, one of his children. The other one probably has a bright future ahead of him as a military leader or clergyman something, but that's not what Nataliem's after. No, he wants his children to take the throne. As the only legitimate heirs to it are his children - well, the odds are looking pretty good.

Now to make sure that there is indeed a country for them. Lots of work to be done there, he'd perhaps left Alinaret to her own devices for too long. Perhaps the only sentimentality he has, mourning a lost potential resource.

"Goodbye, Alina," he says as he tosses the letter of news into the fire. There, sentimentality gone, the resource is quite gone, time for some new ones.

He goes to his desk and starts composing letters. Some to help keep the country stable, some to start playing matchmaker. After all, no one can take the throne until they're married. Neither of his sons have shown interest in anyone they've met, so perhaps it's time to expand his horizons. Look for someone foreign to fix up public relations.

Letters are addressed, and then sent.

Roll Call

Oct. 17th, 2014 12:57 am
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Incandescent Peal

Harry Lloyd with white hair, looking at camera with a faint smirk. Cypress              Chamomile

Harry Lloyd with white hair, looking down and seeming pensive. Rain                    Hex

Robert Carlyle with grey hair, explaining things while waving a hand. Prime                  Epilogue

Harry Lloyd, trying not to let on that he is awkward and failing miserably. Max                      Medallion

Emilia Clarke, looking at camera, looks calm and prepared. Revival                 Inferno

Emilia Clarke, looks sort of shell shocked. Conduit                 Gemini

Leehom Wang, looking over his shoulder. Aldaras                 Treasury

Pealing Pending

Harry Lloyd in period clothing, squinting at camera. Quilt                       Ravel

Leehom Wang, hands clasped in front of himself. Adanir                    Quartet

Anthony Mackie, smiling, his hand supporting his head. Avedan                  Cycle

Harry Lloyd, looking to the right inquisitively. Darian                     ?

Pixiethreads Natives

Harry Lloyd with white hair, looking prepared to get to work. ?                              Lizard Pants

Crystal Liu, expressionless. Adanya                    Starshine


Sep. 29th, 2014 02:25 am
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Gemini's people on the whole have no idea how to process their new situation, post flock of angels. There are an awful lot of worried interviews, and allegations. Both Conduit and Flicker cease to just be a number on the board of 'the number of lives saved.' If they weren't a celebrity couple before, they really are now. But the Junebug's junior member protection program is pretty sturdy, by now, and the Swan and Sanders household is safe from all but the occasional stubborn interloper. Who is then promptly sent away (or, in one memorable case, arrested) by Charlie.

After the main ash cloud is dealt with, Revelation and Revival are dispensed to deal with the main area that was destroyed in the eruption. Most of the trouble wasn't with lava or pyroclastic flows, but with tremors and ash fall. While it would be ideal to recreate or unbury everything that was lost as it was before the eruption, it's deemed that living conditions of refugees is more important than sentimentality. Towns that can be easily retrieved are, and some of the bigger cities are worth the trouble, but a lot of them - just aren't. Perhaps in a hundred years someone will unearth the long-lost city of Pinedale. Today, though, some nondescript empty ghost towns with all sorts of amenities for refugees moving back into the area.

The volcano is told by a demon and an angel to sit down, shut up, and stop bothering people. It obeys. It gets a volcano treat, and the volcano treat is 'be covered over in pretty wildlife.' Refugees start slowly trickling in, after, nervously, but the conditions of the newly remodeled area are better than most of the refugee living conditions. Especially with large amounts of preserved food and survival supplies that have mysteriously found their way to the Junebugs for systematic distribution.

Actually, all things considered, it goes quite well.


Sep. 17th, 2014 12:27 am
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It's not common, for a god to leave their domain. The risk of losing a manifested form, while recoverable, is annoying, and a significant drawback. But it has been known, rarely, to happen. Sometimes, gods need to be do something important outside of their domain, and there are no acolytes or priests capable. Sometimes, a god is desperate enough to act as their own missionary. Sometimes, a god has no acolytes, and must accomplish all of the duties an acolyte would by themselves.

Raezenoth? Is bored. He has run out of things to do, and Idania is busy. With her boyfriend. Again. He would damn him, if he did not make her so happy.

He decides to go through a portal an explore. It's not without forethought, he's not stupid, he avoids the witch's world with its 'soul-pets' and the worlds where he could potentially be under threat, or expected to hide. That leaves, quite neatly, exactly one. Medallion and the daeva's set of worlds are dangerous and flying in public is considered abnormal. Spellbinders take time to charge their spells, and so he has time to react to them. The same is not true of Prime's world, though that's his second option. The world with spellbinders is his first.

That is why Katydid and Rain get a divine visitor.

"Hello," he says, as if his behavior is utterly normal.


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