alonimi - The Repository

People Draw Me Things [Read-Only] [Image Heavy]

Sun, 04 Oct 2020 21:04:42 +0000

I wanted a repository of all the character art I've bought/received over the years and then realized there was nothing stopping me from making one here, even though a forum is hardly designed for art display. You'll all just have to suffer.

@cate-millsie and @misa

An Idiot's Guide [Link Repository, Read-Only]

Mon, 04 Nov 2019 18:43:04 +0000

Please excuse our dust! This will be messy for a WHILE.

An incredibly link and image heavy repository, for the many, many people who have come to me, falling to their knees and openly weeping. "Help us, Lee," they cry into my outstretched hands. "What the fuck even is a forum? I can't find anything. Please, I just want to read about dicks but there's so many threads." This is for you, my children born after the year 1996 who've never even seen a roleplay forum but are still drawn here, irresistibly, by the siren call of gargoyle dick.

The links here are organized in a few different ways. First off: by semi-coherent storyline. This is a world of a million venn diagram universes, overlapping in confusing places. However, I've done my absolute best to pull together a few of my own coherent-ish storylines in something vaguely approaching chronological order. Secondly: by character. There'll be a lot of overlap here since each story and roleplay, by default, contains more than one character. But if you just want absolutely every single thing you can find with Jean in it (god help us both), I've got you, fam.

There will be links here to roleplays (notated by small rectangular image links with the RP name on as well as the... number of authors...) AND short stories (notated by square image links or text links as well as the... number of authors being one generally) both here and on Ao3, since the presence of two separate repositories for each was causing multiple people to burst spontaneously into tears. There will be links to stories and RPs by me and other people here (I've asked everyone herein if they're okay with being included), all labeled of course.

Disclaimer: Tags of ongoing RPs might not be cohesive

Aeonian || In Chapters

Tue, 27 Aug 2019 06:29:30 +0000

[All the fancy bullshit here. It's a project for BD I started for the sake of starting, but I throw content at it occasionally and I should probably put it here, too. Like most blurbs and snippets, it doesn't get cleaned up. It's just... idk. As is. Maybe when I finish, I'll fix all the inconsistencies as well as the pacing issues. Who knows.

Edit: When I got promoted to admin for BD, I sorta forgot to work on personal stuff? This updates so slowly. Sorry. x.x]

Scribbles & Things

Mon, 03 Sep 2018 05:44:47 +0000

Various species musings and such

Notes from the late Willsburg [redacted] Plasmaskipper as they catalogued various lifeforms throughout the universes they were flung through.

May their body remain hidden while their mind travels.

Kae's House for Wayward Monsters

Sat, 20 Jan 2018 21:41:32 +0000

Personhood Isn't Lucrative
Neph-Osiris TW:body horror, mild violence

Be still. Calm those ticks and fidgets. Those behaviours that mark you as people and not a thing. My body becomes a statue, a cul de sac in the uncanny valley and I might be ready. Taking a job always feels like a betrayal of my birth... working for the greediest and best connected organics the void has to offer. Though at least I'm no longer the product. Just my services. Which is somehow better? The synaptic recording of a deep breath helps. Time to go.

My hooves click softly on the quaint stone path leading to Myrzh Brellick's home. My servos grind in annoyance. A nobody human, labouring in obscurity for SymbioTech on this backwater planetoid. My courtesy minders supply the information I need, an oily slick at the back of my mind. I knock softly on the door. Some oddly specific quirk of culture that it be only three times. The door cracks open to reveal his owlishly blinking face. In the unmodified baritone that belies my heritage, "Excuse me sir. I am here for Mr. Brellick" His eyes flick down to my optic and without a word, he nods and turns, mumbling something tired and indistinct, but beckoning me to follow.

I do, speculatively watching the obvious signs of stress. Hunched posture. Tension in the back. Bags on the bags under his eyes when I saw his face. This is a man who desperately needs to relax or get a prefrontal lobotomy. Maybe both. And who's to say that I can't have a touch of fun while I'm here. Bundles of sensory fiber lance from my shoulders at nerve clusters in his neck while my courtesy minders wail at me. Fine, fine. We'll do this the nice way. My sensory net probes the tense lines of shoulders and back, efficiently poking and using mild electrical stimulus to smooth away any discomfort, "You must take better care of yourself sir. Your work is too important. That is why SymbioTech sent me"

He stiffens and jerks, turning to face me with alarm, "There must be some kind of mistake. I don't work for SymbioTech... Now I must ask that you leave." Damn. I hate it when my targets have a few brain cells to rub together. Brellick is still leery of admitting anything. Even to what he sees as an object. Smart of him. More sensory strands reach out. It's child's play, really, to paralyze a human without even leaving a mark. Sensitive bunches of fiber reach past his eyes, treasing gently into the brain, where I can feel the delightful fizzing pop of frantic synapses. His panic tastes a little tart and sour. Lemons and claustrophobia.

My first goal is simple. Triggering a large release of norepinephrine, melatonin and a handful of other chemicals lulls him into a more malleable state. Cradling Brellick's head in my hands, I probe a little deeper, skimming the currents of his frontal lobe to try and interpret all those little connections frantically babbling away to each other. His flavour is a little more muted now. Soft warmth and a touch of sweet as those calming chemicals do their work.

Ha! There it is. A bunch of metallic secrets. Hardened resolve at the importance of work. Finding meaning in creating arcane strands of boutique genes. Aaaaand, hello beautiful. Theres the sequence I've been sent to collect, locked away in this fleshy grey lump. The rest is perfunctory. A few choice jabs and jolts, to blur the memory of his most recent project and to turn this evening into a blank spot on his mental canvas. Tomorrow he'll wake, little the worse for wear after the most relaxing sleep he's had in years and a troubling fuzziness that refuses to go away. And I get mine. So long Brellick.

To: FindersKeeper
From: [redacted]
Subject: Job Well Done

You'll find your usual payment delivered in full.
Good work as always and your discretion is appreciated.
Not having to cover up a dissapearance makes this whole exchange much more palatable.

Storytime [Read Only]

Mon, 27 Mar 2017 12:15:10 +0000

Bridget Corey: Grad Student, Werechorkie, Cursed
Profile, Additional Reading

Canon - Valesport
Sorted Chronologically
Teenage Runaway
SFW -- 7 years prior to present day
Additional Characters: Angela, Bree's great-grandparents (in passing)

The Menace of College Campuses Everywhere
SFW -- 3 years prior to present day
Additional Characters: Chad the Werewolf

Wet Dreams
NSFW-ish -- 1 year prior to present day
Additional Characters: Jean (dream only)

Nighttime Hobbies
SFW -- Present day-ish
Additional Characters: Eric

Training Pavlov's Dog
SFW -- Between Warm Reunions and Any Shelter
Additional Characters: Jean

Questionably Canon - Future Valesport, AUs, etc
A Certain Kind of Pain
NSFW -- Future, Pets AU
Additional Characters: Jean, Axel

Stay/Go
NSFW -- Future
Additional Characters: Jean

Gal Pals
NSFW -- IDK Fam
Additional Characters: Ren

Non-Canon
Challenge Accepted
NSFW -- Galway Girl AU (Discontinued)
Additional Characters: Evan

Ren: Professionally Homeless, Ostensibly Human
Profile, Additional Reading

Valesport
Sorted Chronologically
How to Spend $100 on a Gargoyle
NSFW -- Canon, Mid-Sanctuary
Additional Characters: Gareth

Aftercare
NSFW -- Questionably Canon, Future
Additional Characters: Gareth

Gal Pals
NSFW -- IDK Fam
Additional Characters: Bree

Au Jour Le Jour
SFW -- Questionably Canon, Future (STORYLINE SPOILERS)
Additional Characters: Gareth, Jean, Bree, Ruka, Ricky

Human AU -- Mr. Cupcake and the Rat
A Sense of Danger
SFW -- Canon (CH2)
Additional Characters: Gareth

A Letter
SFW -- Canon (CH3)
Additional Characters: Gareth

A Park
SFW -- Canon (CH5)
Additional Characters: Gareth

Fantasy Steampunk AU
Using Our Words
NSFW -- Canon, Between Beg Pardon and Beg Mercy
Additional Characters: Gareth

What I Think
SFW -- Canon, Between Beg Pardon and Beg Mercy

Downtime
SFW -- Canon, After Beg Mercy
Additional Characters: Gareth, Jeremy the Guard

Emma: Elven Mage, Liar, Sneak
Profile, Additional Reading

CAF Universe
Lighthearted
NSFW -- Questionably Canon
Additional Characters: Darcy Weatherfare

Unprofessional
NSFW -- Questionably Canon
Additional Characters: Darcy Weatherfare

Valesport Misc
The Regular
SFW -- Silly
Characters: Kelsey, Mrs. Taylors

everything's oKay

Tue, 20 Sep 2016 02:09:34 +0000

Entry from the journal of Cassiopeia Curran, aged fifteen:

I had a dream. I was somewhere I didn't know. Kneeling on stone, I think. It was cold. My eyes were closed.
I opened them, and saw nothing but light. It didn't hurt. It didn't even make my eyes water, but it filled my field of vision.
My eyes were open, but I opened them again. The light was brighter this time. I felt a sense of joy purpose rightness.
I opened my eyes again. I realized that I was staring into the sun.

Entry from the journal of Cassiopeia Curran, aged nineteen:

Had a dream. I was a bird, flying above a desert. Nothing around for miles, but then: two figures on the sand. Only one moving. Got closer.
It was a pair of elephants. One crumpled on the ground, unmoving. Covered in dust. The other stood over it, trunk moving over its face and ears. The elephant stumbled, fell. It looked up at me. She was crying. She trumpeted, and I heard a woman's cry of grief.
She sounded like Grams. . .

I'm going back.

Selected entries from the journal of Cassiopeia Curran, aged twenty-two:

Had a dream. A woman and a man asleep in a bed, facing each other. Naked sword between them. Neither of them were me, thank fuck . . .

. . .saw the lake again. This time I watched from the shore as a figure stepped up to it, opened its mouth, drank the water down. . .

Had a dream. I was running through the snow at dawn. Turned backwards and saw I was leaving a trail behind me made of my own fallen hair. Turned forwards and saw the wolf. She held a knife in one hand and a doll in the other. . .

Had a dream. Won't forget it. Not writing it down.

With the windows open, the sounds of the city filtered in. Every so often a crowd of people strolled by the street beneath the apartment, laughing and talking in the tones of the mildly intoxicated. The air was humid with an unresolved rainstorm.
She'd been in Valesport for two weeks now. Not enough time to get used the heat. Not enough time to get used to waking up in an empty apartment. Barely enough time to unpack. The side of the futon where she hadn't been sleeping was covered in clothes that hadn't fit in the closet.

As she crossed the room to the tiny kitchenette Cass ran a hand over her scalp, felt the soft fuzz of her hair beneath her fingers. In weather like this, the cut was going to be a real blessing; she hadn't realized how much her hair trapped the heat until it was gone. Every time she turned her head she seemed to feel it, though, the phantom sensation at her neck.
The cabinet door over the stove creaked as she opened it. She retrieved a chipped mug that said "BEST GRANDPA" on it and held it under the tap. The wood floor was slightly sticky underfoot, from sweat or something else. She'd forgotten that floors were things you needed to clean. She'd get around to it eventually. Probably.

The emptiness of the space around her still jarred her senses. No one blaring music behind a closed door, no one fighting for the stove or reciting poetry in the living room; no one passed out in the hall. No cats, no rats, no screams of joy or anger. Either the walls here were thick or her neighbors were considerate, because she had yet to hear anything from either side.
The loneliness was not pleasant, but sweet somehow in its novelty. A hurt of her very own, and one nobody could see.

Cass carried her mug of water to the window and took a sip. It was lukewarm, and tasted faintly of metal. As she stared down at the dimly-lit street she felt a breeze roll over her, bringing the scent of rain with it.

The storm was coming soon, then. Good. The wait was almost over.

Balder's Babbles [CRIT ME]

Fri, 12 Aug 2016 19:10:05 +0000

So, I'll post stories here or something. I will also not put my 100% into them, but please judge me anyway. I live for criticism. I haven't written anything in long form in a very long time, so I need it. Pls help me git gud. I'll also update this blurb here eventually, but for now I'm lazy.

Phantasy: Duty Before Love [Book 1] - Comments Welcome

Wed, 09 Sep 2015 23:18:22 +0000

Phantasy: Duty Before Love

Preface

Chapter One

Rough Draft Summary For Series: Eons ago our world was not as it is now. Hundreds of species covered the globe, and thousands of races from each of those: elves, humans, dragons, and many more. Many of them thrived on in a time of peace brought on by the crowning of the High King of Elysian and his Balancers--those chosen by The Lady of Fate to ensure that no war ever occurred again that was as devastating as the Great War of Tears. However, peace only lasts so long. A dark force called only by Leviathan began to take root, rumored to have come into existence when the planet was first created. Balancers were scattered and the High King wrought with despair, unable to fully meet the threat.

One by one they fell... Leviathan took over, chaining the Lady of Fate, and thereby changing our world into that which it has become.

Gaea, goddess of all creation and lifeblood of the planet, took drastic measures and ordered the fallen guardians be reincarnated into another future time so that might have another chance at defeating the dark being.

Book Summary: Morgan Dimarco has daydreams; not typical daydreams; not the kind where you space out and blink away the sleep. More like... hallucinations. For brief measures of time she is transported to another place, another world, and when she comes back she's sometimes worse for wear. Half the time she'd like them to go away entirely, as rare as they are; the other half... she can't imagine being without them. She can't quite imagine missing out on little pieces, stories, of a place she knows can't be real... can it? Surely it would be better to go without them entirely, especially when her heart aches over a love that doesn't exist. At least it didn't until the very love she's been aching over, or someone who looks just like him, walks into her life.

Julian Blake is content; content to live off his trust fund and enjoy whatever comes. Insofar as his father is concerned? That's not a good place to be. Not that Julian cares, or so he tells himself. The old man hasn't really been apart of his life since his mother died; and when he was it was only to tear him down. Why do something you love when the person you admires most only reminds you of how you should do it better; reminds you of how you aren't the absolute best? It best just not to bother at all, right? But Michael Blake has finally had enough and forces his son into whatever menial task he can throw at him. In the process Julian finds himself face to face with a destiny, with a former life, and with a someone he never imagined facing at all.

Expectations: I'm going to try and post chapters once a week or as I finish them. I'd like feedback, if at all possible. Feel free to post it here and be critical. I may not take all opinions, but I will not discount them or argue. If you have questions please let me know you want them answered and discussed so I can make my writing better. This is a book I plan on publishing sometime next year. You are all writers in your own right, or at the very least readers; your opinion matters. Plus, getting feedback will encourage me to write more and get my shit done. Thanks so much. Also, the summaries are very rough. VERY ROUGH. If you have opinions about those, especially after all of the story is posted, please give me feedback.

Artifacts [Read Only]

Thu, 27 Aug 2015 02:08:25 +0000

artifacts.
and art of cats

Creative License (Read-Only)

Wed, 24 Jun 2015 18:08:50 +0000

Yea...so this is where I might put some of my old stuff, coz I haven't done anything new in a while.
I might put some poems on here that I did a few months back or older, or some story stuff
If I do anything new I might put it here too and an art dump, of art I buy (coz I don't draw)

Saydri Art:

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Rubbish Bin - Art & Lame Lit [Read Only]

Wed, 24 Jun 2015 10:41:36 +0000

Poems an' Shit.

Wed, 13 May 2015 18:50:15 +0000

I'mma put some poetry here. Maybe a few character intros. Stuff like that. Mostly poetry, if I can help it.