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The Music of the Synapses

this tightrope made of sound


September 30th, 2016

(no subject) @ 02:59 am

mindtrack: amused amused

While mobile gaming attempts to work out its sexism issues, they seem to have settled on their ideal formula for advertising a competitive strategy game. Which is to show one or more beautiful women beating one or more regular guys at it. See, ladies, they know you can play games real well, so don't be offended! The Generic Schlub is astounded by this game goddess and her superior skill, but don't worry for your egos, hetero boys; in a surprise plot twist, our superior female players are besting you in this contest of skill as a means of flirtation!

(I have seen video ads for at least 4 separate games following this formula.)
 

August 22nd, 2016

(no subject) @ 07:24 pm

mindtrack: silly silly

[personal profile] rialian's tortoiseshell cat Maeve is giving me dietary advice: she thinks I should eat more chicken, and eat it in front of the cat. Oh, and also I should definitely tear the skin into little pieces and drop it on the floor.
 

August 18th, 2016

Hello, friends. I am here. @ 06:09 pm

mindtrack: determined determined

Please pardon the long silence.

I wish I had come sooner, but wishing and regrets only delay me further. So here I am, without further ado.

When you have an autistic/ADHD brain, with fiddly frontal lobes and tetchy dopamine regulation, flow psychology becomes ludicrously, absurdly important to the exercise of free will, as do patterns of feedback and reward.

I can lift hand-weights until I get bored and have modest gains at most, but recently I swam in the ocean again, just two days of paddling against waves, and can still see the difference in my upper arms. Dynamic resistance, a balance of support and hindrance in motion. I can only push through the immediate burn of exertion when there is something equal to it within me and behind me to push with.

For a while that wasn't there. More recently, just this year, I've had the impetus but not the environment. The understanding that I need to swim again, literally and metaphorically, has been present, but I also need currents to push against. Forces that pull at me and call me into motion.

And the ones I've had access to recently have ranged from suboptimal to downright toxic, which is, I guess, what you get when the Reward Machine is run by the Advertising Machine these days, and has tuned its mechanism to extract will and money from our behavior very finely indeed.

I've had difficulty finishing books, in the last few years - something I'd been doing without trouble for my entire life before. (That too is coming back.)

I blame brain chemistry and burnout, but also, the online environments I've been in have provided the wrong kind of flow; tiny bites of erudition, instantaneous response. Dynamism, turbulance, but almost no resistance.

I came to those environments because my wrists were giving me trouble (they still are, but if I avoid rapid messaging, I at least have the physical stamina now to write a screenful of text) and stayed because my cognition and mental pacing recalibrated to match, and I couldn't find an exit point, a place where it made more sense in the immediate to return to...

...this, to thinking out loud with genuine structure. Missives complete within themselves, instead of just random scraps. A space into which determination and identity can unfold.

It seemed so difficult, because the things that were easy were also stealing from me.

So a few days ago I reconnected with old friends in person, and we agreed, an accountability pact, to return together here, because this is where there's a living architecture that gives us space to be ourselves and escape the cycle, and we've all known this for a while (but it's so hard, when you're being stolen from, and everyone else is being stolen from, and...) and here I am.

It feels better already.

Let us Make something once more.
 

December 12th, 2013

I live. @ 04:00 am

Mostly on my tumblr, blogging Homestuck with a side order of kink acceptance and mental health awareness. (Sometimes on Flight Rising, which is a pixel dragon petsite and enormously addictive, as amberite.) On testosterone again. Haven't figured out what the fuck to do with my life remotely at all whatsoever. Still love you guys.

That is all.
 

April 24th, 2013

Wires and Stars: Initiation (Complete!) @ 08:44 pm

mindtrack: accomplished accomplished

Okay, sorry I've been so totally out of contact. I'm mostly on my Tumblr right now because my fandom is most active there, as much as I'd rather it be here or on DW.

But anyway. We (titianArchivist and myself) have completed the first "book" of Wires and Stars, our Sollux/Psiioniic epicfic, and I have all these rambly thoughts to tell you sometime about creativity and how awesome it is to have a creative partner because this is the only novel-length work I've both completed and been genuinely happy with completing (same for Titian), and it's making me think about the possibility of going back towards writing as a career.

The series isn't finished, but the first part is finally out the gate. All seventeen chapters of it. WITH FANART ALL OVER THE PLACE, oh my god. Not by us, but by people who actually draw, wow.


Wires and Stars: Initiation

in chapters * as one piece


Story contains pseudo-incest [of the "characters are genetically related but don't have a human-style family relationship" variety], body horror, angst, hurt/comfort, age difference, mental health issues... let's just say our motto is "everything is beautiful and everything hurts", and we're dedicated to both dealing with really dark material and being ultimately kind to our readers as a baseline. It's an attempt to tell an ultimately hopeful story in a crapsack world.

We have an authorial policy, in response to a number of concerned questions: ask directly for spoilers if you need them. Fanfiction should be fun! It should be fun for everyone, at every level of narrative surprise comfort or lack thereof!

If you want to skip to the smut, we also wrote fingers of light, a 12k smutty one-shot that takes place just before the last chapter of Initiation. It's somewhat spoilery for the story arc of Initiation, but if you're a skip-to-the-smut sort of person (no shame in that!) you probably don't mind.

Still need to write up the FAQ of "things you need to know about Homestuck to make our fic comprehensible if you're not a Homestuck reader", but as a general principle, most of them are the sort of thing you'll know if someone has told you about Homestuck at length and if you keep the wiki handy: we're trying very hard with this to make it relatively accessible to non-Homestuck fans. And, if you're a non-Homestuck who wants to read it and is waiting on said FAQ, please let me know! It'll give me motivation to work harder. :-)

Enjoy!
 

February 18th, 2013

Wires and Stars: Chapters 6, 7 and 8 @ 10:28 pm


- Part of Wires and Stars: Initiation by amberite and TitianArchivist -


(art by querulousArtisan)

Chapter 6: whenever I'm alone and you're lost out there


Teaser:
This is not something you can engineer.

This should not upset you as much as it does.

But: identify your variables, and you can give them parameters. You finally have a name, now, for the loss and the longing and the reaching; you know the shape of the shameful crack in your heart.

More chapter teasers below the cutCollapse )

Tags/warnings/etc at AO3.
And a bunch of new art in chapters 2, 3 and 7 and linked from chapter 5!

Sorry about the delayed updates. I've been mostly over on Tumblr, as there are more Homestucks there, even though I like LJ and DW better.
 

February 3rd, 2013

Wires and Stars: Chapter 6 @ 10:43 pm


- Part of Wires and Stars: Initiation by amberite and titianArchivist -

ws_coverimage
(art by querulousArtisan)

Chapter 6: whenever I'm alone and you're lost out there


Teaser/Summary:
This is not something you can engineer.

This should not upset you as much as it does.

But: identify your variables, and you can give them parameters. You finally have a name, now, for the loss and the longing and the reaching; you know the shape of the shameful crack in your heart.



Tags/warnings/etc at AO3.
In other news, there's now art in Chapter 2 and 3, and another piece going up soon!
 

January 24th, 2013

Wires and Stars: Initiation - Chapter 5 - "cup your hands like the conch to your ear" @ 05:16 pm


- Part of Wires and Stars by amberite and titianArchivist -

Chapter 5: cup your hands like the conch to your ear

Teaser/Summary:
“I think, I think last time you could hear me I asked you to tell me everything. I. I still want that.” You look him square in the eye, still can’t get over how his eyes reverse-mirror yours, and your stupid defensiveness goes to brittle nothing like a drying soap bubble.

In which attempts are made to divulge memories, assuage discomfort, and consult a third party, with mixed success in all cases.

Tags/warnings/etc at AO3.
 

January 18th, 2013

Wires and Stars: Initiation - Update! @ 07:34 pm

mindtrack: accomplished accomplished

prologue (aka chapter 1) * chapter 2 * chapter 3

Chapter 4: it's a hollow play but they laugh anyway

Summary/teaser: You crawl back into your command centers through a narrow sideways channel of machine code, back to your body where she wants you: your body the central emplacement on the front line from which you can never retreat.

And in another time and place, Aradia is awesome.




(ETA: Leave comments and/or rec if you enjoy it, please! Longfic is hard, and for some reason I seem to be blacklisted from Tumblr tags, meaning I'm having trouble reaching my core audience as that's where most of Homestuck fandom lives.)
 

January 9th, 2013

Wires and Stars update - Chapter 3 uploaded on AO3! @ 03:15 pm


(Sollux/Psiioniic epic in progress by amberite and TitianArchivist. Warnings/ratings up on AO3. Body horror, weird dream shit, later smut.)

Chapter Teaser:
You are too open. You are defenseless. You are not a vessel for voices, you are a fleetbeast dead center on the highway, you have no foreknowledge of what you are about to endure, you will be destroyed, insane. You are not yourself. You are so young.

You know who you are.
You know who you are.

Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3
 

The Music of the Synapses

this tightrope made of sound