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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Thirst/Blood Saint
Colors: Fire Opal 7 (lusting after); Surgical Steel 1 (plasma); Fever Red 8 (muscle ache)
Styles/Supplies: Modeling Clay (“What is the most romantic thing you have ever done for someone or someone has ever done for you?”) ; Glue (September 21)
Word Count: 859
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, violence; Warnings: homicide, discussion of death
Summary: Annie waxes poetic about vampire life, eats an NPC.

Some have called it Hunger )
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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: [community profile] commonplace 
Color: Fever Red 6 - Infection; Fire Opal 2 - Insatiable; Surgical Steel 16 - organ failure
Styles/Supplies: collage using Jack’s Cry Little Sister AU ; Oils - “It’s always you.”; Interactive art
Word Count: 1405
Ratings/Warnings: PG -13, Warning - emotional abuse, destructive thinking
Summary: Xiu He gets a foothold.

Are you down here, Robin? )
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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: [community profile] commonplace 
Color: Fever Red 14 - Fever; Fire Opal 6 - Fiery sermon/speech; Surgical Steel 11 - chemotherapy
Styles/Supplies: collage using Jack’s Cry Little Sister AU
Word Count: 553
Ratings/Warnings: PG -13; Warning - Fire
Summary: Marian is having a string of bad days.


Wake up, Marian )
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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: [community profile] commonplace 
Color: Surgical Steel 17 - Fever; Fever Red 1 - Acute; Fire Opal 19 - We each only have to kill 1000 men
Styles/Supplies: collage using Jack’s Cry Little Sister AU
Word Count:1058
Ratings/Warnings: PG -13 - violence related to spirit possession
Summary: Marian does not care for the voice in her head.
Notes: So I am stupid happy to be here in this sandbox. That is all.

Possession is really weird. )
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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Coronation/Blood Saint
Color: Surgical Steel 4 (reconstructive surgery); Bone 10 (cause of death); Fire Opal 5 (ravenous);
Styles/Supplies: Glitter: "Reality is something you rise above." – Liza Minnelli
Word Count: 691
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 - violence; Warnings: Graphic death, biting, blood
Notes: Posting this scene for Tom, because I promised. ;)

Who knew monstrosity would feel so healthy? )
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Author: Ardy
Piece/story: Rest for the Weary/Blood Saint
Color: Surgical Steel 3 (gamma knife); Fever Red 15 (sleep); Angel Cake 17 (obedience)
Styles/Supplies: Glitter: "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Word Count: 638
Ratings/Warnings: PG; None
Notes: Maybe this is the one where I should have mentioned my schedule.

Me, too, Father Luke. Me, too. )
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Author: Ardy
Piece/story: Meeting a Monster/Blood Saint
Color: Surgical Steel 6 (scalpel); Bone 11 (body bag); Fire Opal 9 (adrenaline)
Styles/Supplies: Stain: “Let us make a special effort to stop communicating with each other, so we can have some conversation.”
Word Count: 1379
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13: language, violence; Warnings - Impalement, shooting, violence to the eyes
Notes: I hate the name ‘Draculeans’ but let’s just go with the easy camp of it for now. It's not like we're shying away from other vampire media cliches.

Because we just really needed a morgue scene already )
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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Crossroads/Blood Saint
Colors: Surgical Steel 5 (catgut); Fire Opal 18 (hell or high water); Fever Red 4 (hot flash)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Surgical Steel, Fever Red, and Fire Opal for Summer of Whump)
Word Count: 1223
Ratings/Warnings: PG - language; torture and immolation (of demons)
Notes: Have Annie’s younger sister who started in an entirely different, unnamed arc and now has wandered over.

And there she was, long about midnight... )

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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Blood of the Grape
Colors: Surgical Steel 14 (fusing)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Midsummer Night’s Dream prompt --amnesty post for open prompt)
Word Count: 301
Ratings/Warnings: PG; Self-sacrifice

Woman of the Vine )

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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Soul in Flight/Blood Saint
Colors: Bone 1 (corpse road); Surgical Steel 2 (transplant); Fire Opal 3 (impassioned)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Bone, Surgical Steel, and Fire Opal for Summer of Whump); Photography
Word Count: 965
Ratings/Warnings: PG - discussion of metaphoric death; No standard warnings apply
Notes: There are vampires in the next chapter. And actual vampire action in like... a few chapters.

And she went away, never to return. )

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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Stages of Grief/Blood Saint
Color: Fever Red 7 (immune response); Surgical Steel 15 (resection); Bone 3 (active decay)
Style/Supplies: Pointillism; Graffiti (Fever Red, Surgical Steel, and Bone for Summer of Whump); Stain (Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane. -Philip K. Dick); Finger-painting (setting a scene in one sentence.)
Word Count: 240
Ratings/Warnings: PG - Discussion of serious illness; Warnings: Suicidal ideation
Notes: This was the longest I have ever spent revising a piece and it’s the shortest piece I’ve ever written.

Giving up and letting go )

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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Calling on Angels/Blood Saint
Colors: Fire Opal 8 (zealot/zealous); Surgical Steel 12 (radiation); Angel Cake 10 (protector)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Midsummer Night’s Dream prompt); Acrylic; Charcoal
Word Count: 718
Ratings/Warnings: PG - language; No standard warnings apply
Notes: Waaaay, way into the future of this story, and I think SWL can read my mind, because that picture fit these two perfectly.

Father Andrew didn’t even bother to brush away the cobwebs as he pushed through the service tunnels underneath the offices of the archdiocese. Damn all those bastards--why did they treat her this way?

Iron chains, and iron collars, and none of it ever set right with him. A creature of Heaven should be a creature free to move in body and spirit--one with full access to their awesome power. But they, with their quaking, imperfect souls could only stand a fraction of her radiance.

Now they had lost their rights to the law, in his eyes. )
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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Help Me Wrestle the Unseen/Blood Saint
Colors: Surgical Steel 7 (scrubs); Bone 19 ((im)mortality); Angel Cake 20 ( And even they may not look directly upon God)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Surgical Steel and Bone for Summer of Whump)
Word Count: 1198
Ratings/Warnings: PG - language, death/afterlife is discussed; No standard warnings apply
Notes: I swear actual vampires show up in this story at some point.

“Hey, lady! You’re late.” Vidisha tried to look stern, pointing at the clock in our locker room.

“I’m sorry! I forgot my clothes!” It took me a frustrating number of tries to get my locker open. I threw my bag in and began changing rapidly.

She chuckled, her tone singsong with the much-used cliche. “You would forget your head if it weren’t attached.”

“I...” Everything screeched to a halt for a moment as I wracked my brain. The smirk I had ready for the retort that never materialized turned glum. “Yep.”

Vidisha stopped mid-air on her imaginary drum kit. “... That’s not exactly one of your signature ba-dum-swish moments.”

“Kind of having one of those days...” I walked over to the mirror as I dressed. The navy scrubs emblazoned with our college crest in gold were comfortable, if not exactly the most tailored things. The most professional pajamas known to humankind.

And I am a fan of pajamas. And the cosmos. )
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Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: The Average Annie Duskcrow/Working title Blood Saint
Colors: Fire Opal 11 (own personal war); Fever Red 2 (chronic); Surgical Steel 9 (IV)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti
Word Count: 1640
Ratings/Warnings: PG - explicit description of bleeding, discussion of illness and death; No standard warnings apply (though if I’ve missed one, please tell me!)
Notes: This is a new voice for me, so I apologize if she’s a little rough or has a bit of emotional whiplash in the first few pieces. Hopefully she’ll solidify like a properly coagulating blood clot.  Edit: Thank you for the tags!

There were 1,446 dots in each panel above my head. Each panel had a width of 12 inches, and there were four columns of them between the two mint green curtains on either side of my cot. For privacy, the nurse had pulled the third curtain across the end of my space in the emergency room. I was in the limbo of triage, engulfed by the whims of a colorblind interior designer and the beeps, whines, screams, and murmuring medical jargon that was hospital drama.

4 columns and 4 rows is 16 panels of dots to distract me... )

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