The · Fox's · Den

Sorry I haven't had anything to say in awhile. Creative block! Need I say more? Writing has been going very slowly and still taking a backseat to the stuff that I need to do to pay the bills. My mum is in the hospital too, most importantly. So there are a few things keeping me in creative limbo...I will happily post when I have something worth posting. I am posting a little something I was messing around with recently, but it's still in the messing around stages. Will post that in a moment :)
Love,
Niamh

It's been what, two weeks? I have not had the chance to get much writing done, though I did start a new ghost story. I will post it when I have something more substantial. Been working on the vampires and the ghosts mostly, as far as writing is going. I have RL things to attend to at the moment. I am working on my business stuff, so naturally, that has to be the focus for now. I am building a website for that as well as building my inventory, so writing has to take a pack seat. Have had a lot of spell work as well. Personal and Spells for Democracy spell work every Tuesday. It's been busy. That's really all that's going on here...boring, I know. I hope to be more interesting in the near future, but I make no guarantees. Today's tea is a lovely smoky gunpowder from the health food store. It's like a light bodied Lapsang Soochang. Gunpowder (Special Pinhead type) - that's all it said on the jar in the bulk bin. It's heavenly on a chilly fall day.

Niamh

You scored as Ethereal Goth.

You are an ethereal goth... you favor Projekt and Dead Can Dance and have very refined tastes. You like the fine arts and probably prefer red wine to snake bite. Click on my name to take my other tests if you liked this one.

Ethereal Goth

100%
Romantic Goth

83%
Fantasy Goth

71%
Anything-Goes Goth

58%
Old-school Goth

58%
Understanding Outsider

38%
Perky Goff

33%
Industrial/Rivet-Head

33%
Death Rocker

25%
Confused Outsider

21%
Cyber-goth

17%

Yep, that suits me. Though nowadays, I wear mostly white and pale dusty colors. A Gypsy Moon sort of goth :)

You scored as Inara Serra.

You are Inara, the registered companion. Think Geisha meets Courtesan. You are the"respectable" member of the crew, giving the ship an air of legality it was otherwise lacking, occasionally serving as a pseudo-ambassador for Serenity.

River Tam

81%
Inara Serra

81%
Shepherd Book

80%
Simon Tam

68%
Mal Reynolds

68%
Wash Washburne

65%
Kaylee Frye

61%
Zoe Washburne

58%
Jayne Cobb

45%

Yep, Inara is the one I relate best to :)

I've been busy with business! I have my needlework business to work on now and I have been dealing with that for the last week or so. I have been working on my vampire boys for the past 2 days. I wanted to check in though. Trying to get life into a bit of a routine - quite a challenge for an Aquarius.

Taking a brief break, for a week or two, from writing. I have some RL stuff to do, as far as needlework goes. Getting back into the world of self employment now that the baby is getting bigger :) I need to focus on a few things that way and then I can get back into writing erotica. I have a few plots to iron out and give some direction and then we'll see what happens. I hope to be able to get some writing and perhaps some posting done in in between business stuff. But I will have a bit much on the plate once this weekend is past, soooo, this is the last week I'll be posting much for the next, oh, say... two weeks? I'll miss it!! But, like I said, I hope to get something posted now and then. I am not going to hold myself to that though. See ya shortly!

Love,
Niamh

PS,
Hmm, where will we be located today???

Jeans pressed – how very suburban – but at least they were cut fashionably low, black belted and silver buckled, white button-down tucked in, sleeves turned up to show tanned forearms, slightly hairy, a silver bangle studded with a clump of turquoise. Passable. Tight waist and decent ass – middle age kept at bay by enough weekly hours at the gym to still qualify for the sane side of obsession. Spritz neck, chest and crotch with slightly old-fashioned but expensive fragrance and take a deep breath–

“Goddamit Jules! Can we go already? I’m losing valuable cruising time!”

“Goddamit Shea, it’s Julian. Who’s going to pick you up, you tired old bag lady?”

“You are just such a bitch. Good thing you’re cute. Nice butt, how long did it take you to hike those jeans into your crack, just so?” He stalked around his prey, stepping round to examine Julian’s front. “Hmm, Joe Camel called. He wants his toe back.”

Julian giggled. “Come on. I guess it’s not going to get any easier. Impetuous youth. You look cute,” he smiled at his young friend. “Positively jailbait.”

“You say the nicest things…” Shea batted his blond lashes and rolled pretty ocean blue eyes that watched Julian like a hawk. “Listen, if you can’t deal, we can leave early. It’s just…it’s been two years. I can’t watch you like this anymore. It’s time and I know Mal would tell you the same.”

Julian fiddled with his keys and swallowed a lump that had gotten gradually smaller over the last 24 months, but refused to completely disappear whenever talk of his late, extremely lamented Mal came up. Even now, at the door of their house, now his alone, Julian found it hard to step over the threshold to go out, to be elsewhere other than the comfortable lonesomeness of home. This very spot in the foyer was where his cell rang and delivered the news that Mal would not be coming home ever again. He had run from this spot to his sleek BMW and sped to the hospital to chase the organ donor vultures away from Mal’s body. He still had the shirt that Mal’s blood had stained while he cradled his lifeless form – it was stuffed in a box on the top shelf of the walk-in closet, between the toy box and the ghastly crimson velvet loafers that Mal insisted were bordello-chic. “Just to piss you off,” Julian could hear him sneer. He’d done at least 112 mph on the way home from the hospital, hoping to meet the same fate as Mal had. It had not worked and he arrived home safe and sound and walled up his heart for a good six months before shedding a tear. If it hadn’t been for that damn cheesy Versace jacket he’d uncovered as he delved into the closet for his own tasteful brown leather, he might never have shed that tear. The one tear grew to a torrent, which grew to a full-scale raid on the liquor cabinet and a minor fling with the delectable Shea after a fit of drunk dialing. Sordid. And necessary. And here, after another year and a half, stood our Julian, ready to return to life, if he absolutely had to. Just to shut Shea up, he told himself.

“Let’s go,” Shea said softly, shepherding his charge out the door.

******

The club was audible blocks away and near deafening when they entered. Shea flirted shamelessly with every queen over thirty and returned to Julian with two comp drinks. “Compliments of…well, someone. I didn’t quite catch –” He slid the vodka-cranberry concoction across the table to Julian.

“Lovely. What’s in it?” Julian sneered.

“Cynic.”

“I can barely hear myself think in here.”

“Oh stop it. You’ll get used to it. You are way too old for your age you know.”

Julian felt a little stab. Mal used to say that all the time. Julian used to reply that he had to make up for Mal’s immaturity. The snipe would inevitably be softened with a well-placed grope and perhaps more. He shook off the chill and assessed the room. Leather. Young party boys. Some were quite pretty. Seedy older queens who didn’t approve of anyone but the pretty young party lads.

“Come dance,” Shea said, hopping up, pulling Julian with him.

“Shea, it’s not my kind…”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Gladys, live a little. Christ!”

Picking anything that resembled rhythm out of the syncopated mess blaring across the dance floor proved embarrassing and futile. He swatted Shea’s darling little behind and made his way to the bar for an expensive, imported, icy cold lager. He over-tipped the bartender and returned to the table to find it now occupied with a pair engaged in some act that was certainly illegal in some southern state. Feeling a little helpless, a lot irritated and ready to leave, he returned to the dance floor to find Shea now amusing himself with pretty young party boy.

This is the last posty for today and this is almost everything that I have in progress. I have 2 Danaeryn stories in the works. You'll find gay ghosties the next post. Actually, the ghosties haven't shown up yet. But they will ;)

Hmph.Computer is giving me grief when I copy from Word to journal entry. I hope you can read it. I am working on it :) Seems to be edit-resistnt though ;). Anyhow, that's the beginning of Shannas. The first installment of Danaeryn. I haven't done any editing or rewriting, this is all just as I go. Hopefully it will be far more readable when I have finished it.
G'Night,
Niamh

Midsummer Night and Aderyn lay restless, listening to the revelers, just after midnight. Curled up in her solitary willow tree she listened with a little longing and a little irritation and still, love, for her fellow Faer.

“Lady Wren?” came the endearment from the king of the Leithen sidhe. God-king, to be precise. The God of Love in the land of Shannas.

Aderyn sat up in the cozy niche of her willow. “Lord Valyn, how good of you to come.” She scrambled gracefully down and set one foot, followed by the other, delicately on the earth. She described a courtesy appropriate to the deity before her. “It is a pleasure, as always.”

He drew her up by the hand and smiled. “Enough of that, dear one. Now tell me, what is the fairest of the Faer doing all alone on such a beautiful Middle Summer Night?”

“You know the answer to that, my Lord.”

“I do. I also know that it will not bring him back to you. Denying yourself joy does nothing for his memory, nor does it repay the man who killed him. It does everything to harm you.” Soft-spoken, gentle Lord Valyn was nonetheless frank and forthright. “I am not saying that you should forget him – always keep him in your heart – but no good purpose is served in torturing yourself. Kylen would never have wanted that.”

“I don’t feel much like celebrating, my Lord.”

“It is a holy day Aderyn. It is about more than celebrating.”

Aderyn met Valyn’s sea-green eyes, luminous in the light of the moon. A full moon on Midsummer Night – she knew he was right. What is more, he was her king. Even more than that, she loved and respected him – more than she would ever admit to. She understood the wisdom of his words. She nodded slowly and looked at him, her eyes welling a bit. “Yes my Lord Valyn. My Lord?”

“What is it Wren?”

“When you lost Lady Ivo, how did you learn to go on?”

He reached to caress back a lock of her dark hair and swallowed hard at the memory. “In the words of that old tired adage: ‘One day at a time,’ darling Wren. Happiness lost can be slow to return, but return it always does.” He smiled a little, thinking of Ivo. He took a deep breath and held out his arm to Aderyn. “Come, be my companion tonight, at the head of the procession. You have been my dear friend for far too long to expect me to leave you here in your sadness. It is nearly time to lead the Rade and I would love to have you by my side. Sabra would be disappointed. So would someone else I know.” Lord Valyn’s eyes darted to his young avatar-knight, Daer.

“My Lord! I am old enough to be his…somewhat elder sister,” Aderyn frowned.

“It does not change the fact that he has been in love with you since the tender age of six.”

“When you scolded him for playing at the weapon rack with his sister…” Aderyn laughed. Valyn chuckled.

“And what comfort afterward, on the lap of a beautiful Faer Lady. I daresay he would do it all over again.”

“It was the gentlest, kindest scolding I had ever witnessed.”

“There is no reason to terrify the wee ones any more than is necessary. I am intimidating enough. He did get a best friend out of it though.”

“He’s good company. Far wiser than any 20 year old young man should be. That is your training, I know. You and Meryt.”

“Lovely and kind,” Valyn said, kissing her hand.

She dismissed the little flutter in her heart.

“Wren! I’m so glad you came back!” Daer rushed up and wrapped the slender Lady in his embrace.

“What can I say? I was promised a Rade, my Lord.”

“What did I tell you about that?” Daer chided.

“And I have told you. You have earned that title from everyone here.”

“I wish you wouldn’t…But I don’t want to argue. We’ll take this up when we have recovered from the revels of Summer.”

“My Lady was promised a Rade and so she shall have it,” said Sabra, trotting up beside her and nudging her. Aderyn’s valor and skill in battle and her great compassion had earned her an honor that few had ever known. Sabra was her companion and battle mount. More remarkably, he was a creature that few humans had ever laid eyes on and could scarce believe it when they had. A unicorn.

He bowed and she mounted, gracefully swinging onto his back in one fluid motion, despite the long filmy gown that floated about her legs and arms.

This night, Midsummer Night, the Faer Folk from every corner of Shannas would ride in shining, glimmering procession from one sacred mound and stone circle to the next. A Faery Rade.

I am currently working within a world setting that I created for fantasy storytelling and writing. I created a world based somewhat on Ireland, England, Wales, Scotland and the rest of the Celtic Fringe. The world is called Danaeryn and is similar in some ways to the countries mentioned, particularly when considered in the time of legend of those areas. I have changed location names and deity names fairly significantly, though there are plenty of similarities. I wanted to combine the things I love about rpg gaming as well as the things I love most about my pagan spiritual practice and this is what I have come up with. There are humans, of course, but they figure less into my stories than the deity race, the Danaeth, elves, Faer folk, dragons and unicorns. I am currently working on a RPG with this same world setting. Anyway, most of the stories are erotic-romantic and I am considering it a long term world setting to write novels and stories in.We'll see how it turns out! Part of me has a hard time divorcing it from the real countries I based it on and the deities that I follow in RL, who are also part of the stories, though with much about them changed. I will post the work from that under the tag "Danaeryn" and of course, the erotic parts will be friends-only reading. Hoping to post some of that tonight or tomorrow.
Nighty-Night !

Love,
Niamh sionnachdubh

There is a new post of one of my recent beginnings to a vampire erotic story. It is available under friends. If you want to read it and are over 18, leave a comment and tell me so. By the way, the vampires involved are male

I write what I like, and usually I like fantasy. I prefer to craft my stories around faery, fantasy, legend (mythology if you will-I prefer to call it legend), the downright odd and sometimes dark, creepy and scary. I have a tendency to want to avoid creeping people out, so I need to work on letting it out and let the chips fall where they may :) I love being creeped out, so when I write for my own enjoyment, my stories are often dark. But I love a happy ending, so everything generally needs to work out somehow. I haven't found a particular niche in either het or homoerotica, I prefer there to be a mix, which I know is a turn off for many. I am, personally, bi, and so I like to see that reflected in things I read and write. I think men kissing is indescribably hot and men making love even hotter. Still hotter, I love a lack of boundary on the participants in sexual escapades - my characters tend to be mostly bisexual to one extent or another or gay. I have a hard time keeping my characters straight. Perhaps one of these days...:) Anyway, if you're reading this and you have any questions, just leave a comment and ask. I hope to have some things posted this week, but I have about a hundred projects going on right now, including building a forum for pagans interested in spell casting, magick theory and practice and maintaining two other blogs (one druid-specific and one specific to my personal pagan practice as a priestess of Aengus with a focus on the arts. I also have needlework and art to make for a living and above all, taking care of my wee bairnie and running a household for her and hubby. I do a lot of things the old fashioned way, as you may guess, I spend a lot of time doing housework. I like it.
Love,
Niamh

Greetings and Welcome,

This page is dedicated to my writing projects in progress. I write mostly erotica, so to avoid problems with content and offending the delicate sensibilities that may be lurking in the shadows, the more explicit passages are Friends-only reading.

Love,
Niamh sionnachdubh