Mar. 21st, 2009

karanguni: (BALTHIER beckons)
Hi guys! Because I have no soul, I'm selling myself and my services for the good of fandom and everything at this year's Sweet Charity auction. I'm up for two pieces of fiction (in a bunch of fandoms, including all of my major ones! and Rahm! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY OATH TO WEAN MYSELF AWAY FROM THIS FANDOM, I DO NOT KNOW, BUT HEY, IF THE WORDS FLOW, I WON'T BE TRIPPIN') and a layout/icon set/poster design, so if you have about 3 GPB to spare, I am a very valid economic stimulus option. :D :D :D Go clicky clicky and search for me under (surprise!!!) "karanguni".

Proceeds are going to RAINN, which is full of worthiness.

Also, I JEDI MIND TRICK all of you into pitching in and putting your very noble selves and services up as well! More people = more fic/goodies = more money to people who need it = MORE EXCELLENCE IN THE UNIVERSE.

♥ See y'all there. Auction's on the 28th - 31st of March, and you can sign up any time until then! It's not just fic and graphics - you can offer jewellery, art, cloth, food & drink, vids, and the ambiguous+ubiquitous "miscellaneous".

Feel free to shoot me questions about my offer in this post!

[edit] MEMETIME.

tell me something

I know that I know very little about all you amazing people on my flist - the things you care about, the matters that hit home, the way you live and sometimes even where you live. This post is open, and anonymous commenting is open -- go 'head, tell me a bit or piece of your story: post about why you're here on LJ, or what you fear the most, or just CHAT IN CAPSLOCK; tell me about the fandoms I'm not in that you want to share, or about the charities you'd support (like the one up there? :D?). I SEND ♥ OF INVITATION 'specially to those of you whom I don't cross-fandoms with very often! :D :D :D

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax