thewingedword

In fanfic news, I spent a good bit of time (with my conscious brain) reading The Scene Is Dead by synchronik  , a story which I heartily wish I could recommend to you. It deals with vampires in the most realistic and least sexy way I've ever encountered, like an anti-Anne Rice, and something about that is primally attractive. The story itself manages to be dark and violent and serious without feeling too self-indulgent, just enough messed up at the edges and roughened. In mood it reminds me a bit of do nothing for the dead by ladyjaida , breaking your heart and making you love the feeling.

The structure is another brilliant and integral aspect of the work; the story is broken up into "scenes" of varying length, alternating with "secondary sources" varying from Anne Rice and Edgar Allen Poe to french articles on tattoos. Off-kilter enough to avoid pretention, vague while being deeply meaningful, it's reminiscent of the bizarre narrative style of petronia 's A Proof By Contradiction (Eight Primary Sources, Fragmentary). Even more brilliantly, at the end of each scene one must follow a link to the following source and onward, forcing the reader to immerse his or herself deeper in the story willingly, consciously making the decision to go on as opposed to simply scrolling idly through.

It's long, deep, painfully depressing, and beautiful. The ending leaves you confused and conflicted and feeling as though some monumental realization brushed past you in the dark. And the very worst part is I can't recommend it to anyone because it's in no-one's fandom. No one I know but me is crazy enough to read twenty-some-odd scene-chapters of RPF about a band of quasi-emo punk rockers, no matter how inventive and breathtakingly original it is. Dammit. So I wrote this review, to express my deep love and admiration for the genius synchronik , who wrote a bloody story about My Chemical Romance and made it art; and my utter despair at having ventured into the forbidding and lonely depths of bandom.

ETA: I don't know why I love things so much. Don't read it, for the love of god, so I can stay crazy mostly in my own head.

For those of you who asked: [the other side of the sky] 

Also, a random but really fantastic Jack story I felt the need to pimp, because after all, what's the fun of reading if you can't share? 
Leave the Light On

I fell asleep with my hand over my heart and had some very strange dreams. I'm looking at pictures of gorgeous violins on the internet right now, apparantly because I hate myself and wish to feel pain. Not all beautiful, though, and I admit I had thought that particular shade of metallic pink impossible to achieve.