aflaminghalo: (starry dark knight)
Dread Cthulu will one day awaken,
The Elders assure me that's true,
And when he does he will be hungry,
And have to eat all of you.

He lies in a watery silence,
At R'lyeh, his throne and his tomb,
He grins as he dreams of many dark things,
And his Ascension Day dinner menu.

I don't worship the Great One for glory,
Or women, or power or fun,
Please don't think me morbid or mentally disordered,
I'm just looking out for number one.

Cthulu is not one for manners,
He will not say please or thank you
But with fangs he'll descend and with tentacle rend
anything he thinks will make good food.

Terror will spread like a fever,
When Great Cthulu returns to the Earth,
The best you can do is to praise him like I do,
And hope it gets you eaten first.


yes, there is something very wrong with me.
aflaminghalo: (geeklove)
Title: Incubus Succubus
Author: aflaminghalo
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Set between Danny getting Nick the hell out of Dodge, and watching him roll back in on his horse.
Notes: Angsty, creepy, dark with a trace of smut. Because my mecha porn opus is taking it's sweet time :( Also, apologies for the non-betaedness, this is the first thing I've finished in about 6 months.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But perhaps one day, Nick Frost.

This night has opened my eyes And i will never sleep again )
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I feel as though theres a black pit under me no matter what I do, it may be covered up most of the time, but its always there threatening.
I don't want to fall, but the pit won't be filled.

Last night when you left, I was scared you were dead.
I haven't had that fear since i was a child.
I saw you reach out to hold me and as you did your arms became bones and your flesh fell away from them like river weed in a current and I couldn't bear to look at your smile.
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Long ago, there lived a fair young maiden who was the daughter of an earl. Her name was Janet and she lived in a grey castle beside the forest of Carterhaugh in Selkirk, Scotland.

One day, she realized that she was bored to tears with sewing in her bower or playing silly games with the ladies of her father's house. So, she set off to explore the forest.

It was a magical setting. The sunlight shone through the trees and beneath her feet, the forest floor was covered with bluebells and briar roses. Impulsively, she stretched our her hand and plucked a white rose. No sooner had she done this when a young man suddenly appeared on the path before her.

Softly, he spoke. "I am the guard of these woods, sent here to make certain no-one disturbs their peace - who are you to pluck the roses of Carterhaugh and wander here without my leave?"

"I meant no harm," Janet answered. The young man smiled, as one who has not smiled for a long time, and plucked a red rose that had grown beside the white one. "Ah, but I would willingly give all the roses of Carterhaugh to one so lovely as yourself," he said.

Taking his rose, Janet shyly asked him who he was. "My name is Tam Lin," the young man replied. "I have heard of you! You are an elfin knight," cried Janet; and in fear she cast the flower away. "There is no cause for alarm, fair Janet," said Tam Lin. "For though men call me an elfin knight, I was born a mortal child, just as you were. Here, let us sit together and I will tell you my story.

'My father and mother died when I was but an infant and so my grandfather took me to live with him. Years later, when we were hunting in these very woods, a cold, strange wind came up from the north and blew through every leaf. I became very sleepy and began to lag far behind my hunting companions. Finally, I fell from the horse and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. When I woke up, I found myself in the faery land, for the Elf Queen had come and stolen me away as I slept."

Tam Lin paused as he thought of that green enchanted land. "Ever since then," he continued, "I have been bound fast by the spell the Elf Queen put upon me. In the daytime, I guard the woods of Carterhaugh, and at night I must return to her kingdom. O, Janet, I long to return to my mortal life and wish with all my heart that I could be rid of my enchantment!"

He spoke with such great sorrow that Janet cried out: "Is there no way this spell can be broken?" Tam Lin caught her hands in his and said: "Tonight is the feast of Samhain, and only on this night of all nights, is there a chance to win me back to mortal life.

"Tell me what I should do to help you," implored Janet, "for I want to win you back with all my heart."

Tam Lin explained what she must do: "On Samhain, the faery folk ride abroad, and I ride with them."When midnight comes, you must go to the crossroads and wait for the faery troop to ride by. As the first company approaches, stay still and let them pass; as the second company draws near, let them pass too. I shall be in the third company, riding a milk-white steed and wearing a gold circlet on my brow. You must then run to me, Janet, pull me from my horse, and throw your arms about me. And no matter what spells the Elf Queen casts upon us, you must hold me fast and not let me go. That is the only way to win me back to earth." Janet promised she would be there. With that, the young man smiled and disappeared.

A little after midnight, Janet hurried to the crossroads and waited in the shadow of the thorn hedge. The ditches gleamed in the moonlight, the thorn bushes cast strange shapes upon the ground, and the trees rustled their branches eerily above her. Faintly on the wind, she heard the sound of bridles tinkling and she knew the faery troops were on the move.

Shivering, she drew her cloak around her and peered into the darkness. First, she saw the gleam of silver harness, then the white blaze on the forehead of the lead horse. Soon, all the faery troop came into sight, their pale faces upturned to the moonlight, and their flowing tresses windswept behind them as they rode.

As the first company passed her, she spotted the Elf Queen herself, mounted on a coal-black steed. She stayed perfectly still until they had passed her; nor did she move when the second company went by. But, among the third company, she saw the milk-white horse that bore Tam Lin, and the gleam of the gold circlet around his brow. Janet ran from the shadow of the thorn hedge and seized his bridle. She then pulled him to the ground and clasped him in her arms.

Immediately, the cry went up: "Tam Lin is away!" The Elf Queen's black horse reared and she pulled him to a halt. Turning, she cast her mesmerizing emerald eyes toward Janet and Tam Lin. As Janet held Tam Lin fast, the Elf Queen put a spell upon them. Tam Lin shrank and became a small, scaly lizard which Janet clutched to her breast. Janet then felt a slithering sensation through her fingers. The lizard had become a cold, slippery snake which she gripped tightly, even as it coiled around her neck. Suddenly, a searing pain ran through her hands. The snake had been turned into a red-hot iron. Tears of agony ran down her cheeks, but still, Janet held on to Tam Lin and would not let him go.

At last, the Elf Queen knew that she had lost Tam Lin because of the steadfast love of a mortal woman. She then shaped him in Janet's arms in his own form - as naked as the day he was born. In triumph, Janet covered Tam Lin with her cloak.

As the faery host prepared to ride once more, a slender ghostly hand came forth to lead Tam Lin's white steed away. Janet and Tam Lin heard the voice of the Elf Queen raised in a bitter lament:

"The fairest knight in all my company is lost to the world of mortals. Farewell, Tam Lin! Had I but known that an earthly woman would win you with her love, I would have taken out your heart of flesh and put in a heart of stone. And had I known that fair Janet was coming to Carterhaugh, I would have taken out your two grey eyes and put in two of wood."

As she spoke, a faint dawn light could be seen on the horizon. With an unearthly cry, the faery raiders spurred on their horses and vanished with the night. As the sound of their bridle bells died away, Tam Lin gently caught hold of one of Janet's poor blistered hands, and together they returned to the castle. There, it is said, her father blessed their union and they lived a long and happy life together. But they never forgot how they first met. Always, on Samhain, Tam Lin would take Janet for a walk through the woods, pluck for her a red, red rose and plant hundreds of soothing kisses on the brutally scarred hands that had saved him.
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I had such an awful dream last night, you know the type. A gift you'll never get in this reality is handed over and bound to you.
Its beautiful an light and fills you with such joy, and then you wake.
And reality is just that bit more harsher, that bit more cruel.
And you never want to dream that way again, would rather confine it to flying and your school really being a temple which is actually really a spaceship.
I hate those dreams.




I want to beat someone.
That is all.
I walk around town today I see people, they kill me. A frustration wells up within me and then rides just beneath the surface for the rest of the day, night, year.
But I don't really want to beat someone up, I just do.
To feel bones connect, hear flesh slap, see blood well. It lives in the muscles of my back, my arms, it climbs the back of my legs. It uncoils.
I want to destroy something, but I think it is probably myself.
I hate all these people for the mundanity of their lives, the little things that give them pleasure, the comfort they take in their steady job, two cars, two kids and a mortgage and it just snaps something inside of me.
And I know that that is completely unfair, due to the way in which life works out for the majority of people, these things are luxuries, items that give a status and security and I shouldn't hate someone because they settled.
And I don't hate them.
I hate myself because that is my destiny due to my fear and apathy and inability to trust myself over to fate.

I need to get out of myself.
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