Re: 2025 Writing Log, Part 48

Dec. 6th, 2025 09:44 am
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2025 has been a productive year of writing lyrical and well-crafted short stories with unique and original conceits, but this has gotten me nowhere. Now that the semester is over, I will write what people actually want to read. I'm planning a multichapter fanfic titled "Bowser's Massive Cock Challenge," and it will be about... Well. I'm sure you can guess.

I'm not joking btw. Readers need joy, and writers need positive feedback.

(And purity advocates need to go fuck themselves, perhaps literally.)

2025 Writing Log, Part 48

Dec. 6th, 2025 09:43 am
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It's been a tough semester, but I managed to make it through. I’m looking forward to having a few weeks to do fuck-all while I take the space I need to tackle a few deadlines and then think about what I’m doing and where I’d like to go in the future.

Fandom Fifty: #41

Dec. 5th, 2025 11:05 pm
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2015 - A decade ago! Oh right, I was dirt poor by the end of the year because I remember thinking I wasn't going to get to see the new Star Wars film in theater.

Furious 7 - So my late partner and I had fallen in love with this crew in the first movie. She LOVED Brian. And... well. Paul Walker died before completing this one. And then they released it on her anniversary with me. So Yeah. Saw it twice in theater.

Jurassic World - This looked interesting, was okay, but wife and I both had Issues with it. And then, of course, Pratt lived up to his name, and I let the franchise go away. Still kinda want to see the one with the original trio.

Carol - I don't do arthouse style films, I protest mightily. AND YET. I decided to see what the fuss was about, and FELL IN LOVE. Cate and Rooney sold the story. (and having read up about the author, wow it's toned down from the inspirations / she was a helluva bitch it looked like)

Star Wars: The Force Awakens - such characters! such potential! Shame they never made more after it to explore Finn and Rey and Poe in a way that highlighted EVERYTHING THAT MADE THEM INTERESTING! (It did however set me on the SW track of writing, so I can't complain too much)

LadiesBingo: Sacrifice / Letting Go

Dec. 5th, 2025 06:05 pm
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AO3 link | Her Turn (300 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer [TV]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Willow Rosenberg & Buffy Summers
Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers [Buffy & Angel Universe]
Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Post-Canon
Summary:

Willow left a letter...



Her Turn

This one, it's not for you. You get that, right? This time, it's about me. It has to be me. You can't… you can't keep reaching. I know you love me. I know you would want to step up, to take my place. You've always been the one making the sacrifice. That's who you are, the One. You changed the game to begin with, and then when that wasn't enough, you changed the whole playing field.

Okay, maybe I had something to do with changing the gameboard up. But I was only able to do it because of you, because you had so much faith in me. I need you to have that faith in me now. I need you to be the stronger one, the one who has to live, to keep facing the evil.

Hopefully it won't be as bad, not once I do this.

All my love.





Dawn wasn't used to seeing her sister frail, not even after all the losses they had faced. She'd guessed, though, that this one might be the breaking point, and hurried to get to Buffy's side. She saw the paper crumpled in a fist, but ignored it, just turning her sister to hold her.

At first, Buffy was stiff. The grief broke to Dawn's coaxing, a howl of pain and denial. Dawn just held on, petting her hair, tears streaming on her own face.

"Maybe… maybe it didn't end her?" Dawn suggested once the crying gave way to the heavy silence.

Buffy pushed the crumpled paper to her sister, letting Dawn read Willow's own words. It made Dawn swallow hard, as the pain and finality gripped her all over again.

She couldn't give into it, though. Buffy needed her. Buffy had lost Willow, and Dawn needed to step up even more.

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Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments by Sappho, Aaron Poochigian (Translator)

[Goodreads | Storygraph]

3.5 / 5 stars

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I finished the story! It is not "good," unfortunately. I'd place it more in the range of "thoroughly mediocre." Still, it is written, and that's what counts.

I'm the sort of person who likes my smut spiced with the dread of being doomed by the narrative, so this story is a present to myself. I think I'll post it on the Saturday before the solstice in celebration. I love endless cycles of sex and death and rebirth. 🌿

Misao

Dec. 4th, 2025 07:03 am
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Misao
https://store.steampowered.com/app/691450/Misao__2024_HD_Remaster/

Misao is a short 16-bit indie survival horror game originally released in 2011 and then published on Steam as a remastered edition in 2024. The game is set in a high school that’s been transported to a demonic realm by the vengeful spirit of the eponymous Misao, a beautiful but quiet girl who mysteriously disappeared three months prior to the opening of the story.

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If you’re not a completionist, Misao takes about two hours to finish, allowing the story to make an impact without testing the player’s patience through needless puzzles or gameplay challenges. The haunted high school setting is creatively rendered and a lot of fun to explore, even if the open-world structure is admittedly a bit overwhelming at the beginning.

The deaths are all very disturbing, but the retro graphics allow the game to feel campy instead of creepy, so much so that Misao sometimes feels more like a comedy than a horror story. I grew to feel a begrudging sort of affection for the characters, but I can’t deny that I had a huge smile on my face as I watched them get picked off – and really, good for Misao. I support her.
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Ink and Bone by Rachel Caine

[Goodreads | Storygraph]

4 / 5 stars

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New Comm

Dec. 3rd, 2025 09:08 pm
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[community profile] 10trueloves - prompt table and claim one character to do ten relationships with

Claiming Dinah Lance

01. Surprise. 02. Trust. 03. Noise. 04. Tears. 05 Mask.
06. Fight. 07. Accident. 08. Overprotective. 09. Broken. 10. Loss.

Ladies Bingo: Shadows / Darkness

Dec. 3rd, 2025 06:25 pm
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AO3 Link | Remember Who You Are (300 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sinners [2025]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Annie Moore & Mary [Sinners]
Characters: Annie Moore, Mary [Sinners 2025]
Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Female Friendship, Community: ladiesbingo
Summary:

Annie and Mary say good-bye before Little Rock



Remember Who You Are

It wasn't that Annie didn't like Mary. Far from it, given their lives kept tangling. Annie was one of the only ones who didn't think the girl should be pushed to be white. Every time she thought about Mary and Elias, she did feel uneasy, as something lingered in the dark of the night about the pair.

"Mary."

"Annie."

Now why was the girl already on the defensive, unless…

"Are you needing my special tea, honey?"

Annie watched the defensive give way to worry, then embarrassment, before Mary shook her head.

"I know what not to do, thank you," Mary said firmly.

"Good." Annie beckoned her to come into the house so she could keep working. "Was surprised to see you out here."

"Wanted to say goodbye, given you've been around for so much of my life. Mama — I don't suppose you'll keep an eye on her for me?"

"I'll do the best I can, but she's always thought I was a devil tempting her milk-son."

Mary laughed, bitterly. "She's got too much church in her, but it would mean a lot."

Annie nodded to all that, trying to ferret out if the shadows on their lives, cast by the twins, was all that had ever unnerved her about Mary. Nothing was stirring in her second sense of people, so maybe she'd have to try harder with a ritual later.

"I try to keep an eye on all of our people, Mary. Even when they shun me for being what I am." She then tipped her head to the side. "Little Rock calling?"

Mary looked down, then back up with resolve. "Stack thinks it's for the best, fresh start where no one ever knew me in the black community."

"You keep yourself safe, Mary, and remember, always, who you are."

GenPrompt Bingo Card Round 29

Dec. 2nd, 2025 06:00 pm
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Housewife / Househusband Tragedy Freestyle crossover Vignette Women Being Awesome
Five Things Contemporary AU A Moment of Understanding / Clarity A Strange Friend First person narration
Steampunk AU Horror Wild Card Second person narration Drama
Crossover: TV shows and movies There is No Escape A Test of Worthiness Reality is Illusion Taxes
High School / College AU Humour Teenagers A Blessing is Bestowed Furnishing the Home
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I just had a terrible idea:

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I just had another terrible idea:

I bet I could use this conceit to write really interesting porn.

ETA: I outlined the story. This is going to be a good one. 🍸

Plex wants me to PAY them? um, no.

Dec. 1st, 2025 08:26 pm
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mwahahahaha.  So, for the longest time I just wanted to be able to,  y'know, stream videos from my computer to my television.  My television is not smart, so eventually I figured out I could use Plex on my Roku and that solved my issues.

Then Plex has recently decided it wants to charge everyone $20/year to use the Roku app.  And I made a face and said, "surely the internet has a better solution, especially since they're probably annoyed that Plex is now wanting to charge them $20/year to do the exact thing that Plex has always been known to do for free."

And oh my god, I figured out an even simpler way to do what I needed to do, sans Plex. Roku Media Player app plus this and oh my god, it just works.  I can fire up the Roku Media Player, browse through my files on my computer, and play whatever I want.  I feel like I'm living in the future.  Interface is not prettiest, but honestly it's no worse than Plex always seemed to be.

So, that's a nice win.  And Plex has lost itself a (non-paying) customer, I guess.


Star Wars AU

Dec. 1st, 2025 06:18 pm
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AO3 Link | To Find A New Hope (3216 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Asajj Ventress, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Aayla Secura, CC-5052 | Bly, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s02e21-22 Twilight of the Apprentice
Summary:

When Pel has a vision, and shares it with Atin, she gets to do the legwork.



To Find A New Hope

"Pel," Atin muttered, "if your first Force Vision gets me kidnapped by a Hutt, I'm naming Kifra my best friend." The Kel Dor was nowhere to hear that threat, as Atin tried to figure out how in kriff she was supposed to find one karking kid in the middle of the desert.

Her buir'e were probably going to wish she was old enough to one on one, no matter what. Yes, she had gone to her spirit-mother for training. It wasn't her fault Pel had dragged her, and possibly Kifra, into a long-distance Force Vision. As he, so recently settled in that gender, couldn't leave Dorin, she had to do the leg work. And she wasn't alone.

"Why in all the galaxy does it have to be here?" Asajj hissed.

"You know as much as I do, and I did say you didn't have to come with me," Atin answered as levelly as possible. "Now, how do we find this kid Pel saw?"

"I presume it has to do with the Force, so you will seek, and I will guard you," Asajj said with more patience. Atin did not smile, but she knew full and well that Asajj loved her and saw Atin as an heiress — now that Mother was missing.

Atin shoved that off, and looked around the outskirts of what passed as a city… and beckoned Asajj back up into the ship. They had enough supplies and fuel; Atin would park them away from this life-sucking void to have a better chance of catching any Force wisps.





Three things happened almost as one. Atin was prepping to set them down outside a moisture farm's boundaries, Arseven found something in the 'droid-net that made him wary, and Asajj hissed in a breath as her eyes went unerringly to the horizon, not the farm.

"No, not here, not yet," Asajj snapped. "That way, go," she demanded.

While this was technically Atin's mission to complete, she had no reason to deny her spirit-mother's instincts, and did low-atmo flight in the direction she'd been given.

And, once she was out of sight of the sun-strong Force signature at the farm, she felt the secondary, lighter one that Asajj must have latched onto. What even was this going to be, when Tatooine was not exactly on the galactic map for 'famous Force users'.

"Arseven, what is it you found?"

[R2-D2 entry, specific to geo-location. Details redacted, deduce R2-D2 located there once, at minimum.]

That… that was very unexpected. Arseven had extensive memories, and kept the pulse of the 'droid-net for Atin's family, with its labyrinthine levels of access. Granted, the one Arseven could access had been hastily walled off, protected by those droids that had maintained their memories and allegiance to the Republic, but anywhere that droid might have been was a possible location in Skywalker's or Amidala's past.

And there was someone with the Force there, almost blinding to Atin when she looked with that awareness.

"Pel, I am putting a stink bomb in your quarters," she muttered before telling Asajj what Arseven had said. The Dathomiri frowned, then gave a sharp nod.

"I must be right then, about what is ahead."





Asajj held back — this was her heiress's quest — but remained where she could see events unfold. Atin had, at her suggestion, dropped some of her shielding. Asajj didn't think this particular Jedi would harm the girl, yet she was ready to throw a Force Choke to protect the girl, if the man had gone insane.

Ahsoka had mentioned ones she had found, driven insane by the genocide of their people.

She wasn't prepared to see a man that looked twice the age he should coming out of the hovel to see who had parked a scout ship beside his bantha herd. It was one more point toward that karking anooba on the Emperor's leash really being Skywalker. If she had only managed to kill him at Yavin…

"Hello there," came the voice she easily recognized, and the Force felt cautious but not hostile around him. With that, she did emerge.

"Now, Kenobi, don't go flirting with the child," she purred, pleased when his eyes went large and he reached toward his belt. "Especially not when she is of your line."

"All I did was say 'hello', Ventress," Kenobi answered, forcing himself to a less battle-ready stance.

"This is General Kenobi? He looks older than any of my uncles," Atin said, adding more confusion to the mix, and making Asajj laugh.

"Redheads shouldn't live under dual suns; I'd be glad to offer you much better places to lay your head, my dear old nemesis."

"I'm very certain my answer to that is 'no'," Kenobi said, before taking his eyes back to Atin.

"Good," Atin said. "As I'm not sure I'd want you anywhere near my other clan."

Asajj wondered at that, curious what was setting her heiress firmly against this man of her past.

"I'm sorry, but perhaps introductions are in order," Kenobi said. "At least for my sake?"

"Atin Tano."

Asajj's earlier words, those clone-dark eyes, plus the name all were hammering at Kenobi, and she could see it, despite the man's attempt to sweep the emotions away.

"My fair skin cannot endure these suns; do invite us in, my dear Kenobi?" Asajj said, and he helplessly turned to lead them in, a gesture that left it up to them to follow.





Obi-Wan settled his former enemy — who was remarkably pleasant — and the hostile stranger that seemed to be his grand-padawan's kin with an eye to defusing whatever had brought them here.

"Kenobi," Asajj began, "this began with my student's Force Vision, but I noted your presence, and decided that perhaps you could enlighten us as to the blazing Force Beacon not so far from here?"

Atin seemed content with that question, but her eyes, so like Co — he cut that off — bored holes into him for his answer.

"He was brought here to escape the Purge," Kenobi said, a truth, but not all of it.

"Because of Vader?" Atin accused immediately, and he could not, quite, keep from flinching, leading to her using some choice words in at least three languages.

Asajj rested a hand on her shoulder, and the girl, no older than Ahsoka at Christophsis, Obi-Wan thought, settled.

"The point stands, Kenobi. If the not-so hidden one belongs to either the gundark or that senator woman, and a Vision has been had, he is likely no longer safe here."

Obi-Wan blinked; how could Asajj know not only that Vader was Anakin, but who the mother would be?!

"Oh please. Do you think Atin is my student by chance?" Asajj purred. "Ahsoka paid a visit to me after the confirmation, so that she could enlist my aid to better protect Atin until Atin was fully trained in her ways.

"And the funeral was obviously of a pregnant woman. Deception in that would be needed, hmm, if she had been suspected to be carrying a child?"

"How was it confirmed?" he asked, instead of answering anything.

"I was taken, when I was very small, and my parents had to rescue me," Atin said. "The fact he took me instead of outright killing me planted the idea." She glared at him. "She was out there fighting still. Had been fighting since she was only a little older than me now… and you're on this sun-scorched rock with a sitting target."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes at the accusation in her words. "I thought I needed to guard the last hope of the Jedi. Your mother was — always — in the midst of the men. I could not fathom that she had survived when so many died."

Asajj made an indelicate noise at that. "You never could see the full potential in her," she scoffed. "But, admittedly, she was aided by that captain of hers."

Atin flashed her sharper than human teeth in a smile at those words. "Fives was right," the girl told Obi-Wan, and he had to shuffle through his memories, so far back, before going pale with shock. "My uncles were used by making them flesh-droids in truth. My buir'e have stolen back the ones they could."

"I… that is much to digest," Obi-Wan said, as the memory of the men becoming nothing more than uniform spots of malevolence returned to him. "You said… 'was'?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"She's not dead," from Asajj overlapped "She disappeared," out of Atin's mouth.

"After facing Vader on Malachor," Atin continued. "The other former Jedi involved refused to give me the coordinates, but Arseven got it out of their droid."

"We went, she and I, but could not find Ahsoka," Asajj finished. "I sought for her spirit in the Force, but it is not there." She then glanced over into a corner. "Unlike the one sharing your abode."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.

Atin snorted. "It's a little trick from Asajj's tradition. The dead can be useful sometimes."

"So they can be," Obi-Wan agreed, having learned more from Qui-Gon Jinn during his exile. "Back to my reason for being here, it has not changed. I … will have to find a way to cloak him."

"Kenobi, don't be an idiot. If the boy has been revealed to a more distantly connected Force user, do you really think the gundark won't feel it soon?"

"This planet is a shield of its own," Obi-Wan said weakly.

"No, no it's not, and you're endangering my cousin," Atin growled.

How had she decided on that tack? No, Ahsoka had claimed Anakin as 'brother', so in one way it made sense. In all others, given her own confession of abduction, and Vader likely being responsible for Ahsoka's loss, it did not.

Togruta, vod'e, and clan — they never used logic for naming kin ties.

"I have nowhere else to take him."

"Spirit-mother?" Atin asked, maybe implored, and Asajj set her jaw firmly.

"Kenobi, give me your hands," Asajj said, reaching out. "I may not like most of the main clan she lives with, but I will not allow Sithly manipulations to harm them for hers, and Ahsoka's, sake."

"I'm sorry, but weren't you a Sith's disciple?" Obi-Wan asked to cover just how uneasy he was.

"Bah. I am a Night Sister, and those days were long gone even before I helped my pet deliver her child."

Atin laughed, sharp and short. "Do you want me to call you 'harpy' since she's not here to do it?"

It was Asajj's affectionate yet sad smile at the girl that made Obi-Wan actually reach for the hands, to prove he was safe, even if he thought there was no way he would go wherever Atin lived.





Asajj had been certain Kenobi was free of the Sithly traps — there had been residue, but Kenobi had dealt with it. Then came the negotiation with the farmers, which had taken right up until Luke found out the Empire might kill his family when they came hunting.

Atin had set the long course, dropping Asajj back on Dathomir. Luke was so unshielded that he could feel the planet before they even grounded for her to leave.

Now, having made certain neither of them were present as she set her course, she had time in hyperspace to actually talk to the pair without Asajj needling the Jedi relic.

"No, you can't know where we're going," she answered Luke's first question, then looked at Kenobi. "You're not the only jetii to survive."

"Obviously your mother," he began, but she shook her head.

"I meant of your Order. She was not, remember?" When the man flushed she continued. "Buir made her promise to not leave us, those that were rescued, us kids, because someone had to teach the useful bits to me and my sibs."

"Her," Kenobi murmured, considering. "And you are warning me because there is a connection?"

"Yes. I've heard a few stories about Kenobi-and-Vos as I grew up."

That rattled the Jedi pretty hard. "Master Saa or Master Secura?" he asked once he had his equilibrium back, well-aware that Luke was listening — and feeling in the Force — to all the emotions.

"Mama Aayla," Atin said. "Bly was in physical contact with her when the order hit, and that gave him just enough to stun her instead of kill, though he hunted her after, knowing she wasn't dead. But his chip was malfunctioning, and she was able to snap the thing with the Force, to free him."

"Chip? Like the ones in the slaves?" Luke asked, giving Kenobi time to digest the revelation.

"Huttese chips just explode," Atin said bitterly. "Death would be preferable to ones that made you mindless flesh-droids who killed those they were supposed to protect."

Luke blanched, then nodded. "Yeah… rescued?"

"It started with my mother and her captain, figuring out how to neutralize the chips, how to work the men past their trauma. I'm told they weren't always able, very early on. Then giving them a choice to settle in Sanctuary, which is the name of where we are going," she said, knowing it wouldn't tell them where in the galaxy it was. Granted, if Pel came up, Kenobi would guess, but that would be after Aayla and Wolffe decided the threat level. "The other half of the choice was to join the Rebellion. Some did.

"But no one holds it against the ones that chose living free and safe."

"Your mother helped in the Rebellion I take it?" Kenobi asked.

"My mother helped build it, shape it, guide it." Atin sat tall in her chair. "She was learning every Force trick she could, freeing my uncles, and recruiting on both sides of the Separatist line to fight the Empire."

Kenobi met her eyes on that, and stroked his beard a moment. "She was one of the best and brightest," he said, "and the Order did so very wrong by her."

That … Atin hadn't expected that. She could accept it, could move past her lingering antipathy to this man.





Obi-Wan had watched Luke's openness actually win the girl over. He was rather glad Luke hadn't actually picked up on the girl being younger, given how driven Atin was, especially in teaching Luke the most basic Force shielding for polite company among other users.

He was awakened by them coming out of hyperspace, but per their agreement, made no attempt to leave the cabin he shared with Luke, a narrow space with two bunks and storage beneath them, looking over as his ward noticed the change and awakened.

"We're out of hyperspace. Atin will be landing us, no doubt, as she has not put us into a new jump," Obi-Wan said.

"Do we always notice it?"

"Long time spacers do. Those who grew up in space will. And Force users, as the fullness of the feeling of being surrounded is somewhat muted in hyperspace."

"Good to know."

A short time later, the ship was definitely landed, and Obi-Wan waited for the word to get out.

That came when the astromech, Arseven, came and opened their door to lead them out.

"I suppose she went ahead to warn the others," Obi-Wan said.

"It feels… light. Warm? Soothing," Luke said, measuring his awareness around him as Obi-Wan and Atin had been teaching.

"If it is a refuge for those wronged by the war, I suppose it would," Obi-Wan said, not willing to reach out like that, to feel the betrayal of the men, of their grief for the Jedi. He and Luke followed Arseven, and were led into a docking bay that only held one other ship at present, a beat up single-man Aether-Sprite.

Ahead of them was a clone with gold bars on his cheeks, and beside him, a blue Twi'lek that Obi-Wan had seen grow from foundling to Master. Atin was off to the side, kneeling down in a deep hug with a Twi'leki girl still in the dainty stage of true childhood.

"Master Kenobi," the woman said in a calm, measured tone.

"Can we dispense with titles, my old friend?" Obi-Wan asked, and then she was in motion, prompting him to meet her. The hug, he had to admit, felt very good to his worn and frayed spirit.

"Obi-Wan," she murmured.

"Aayla," he answered her, before stepping back a little and looking at the clone. "Bly." It was so complicated in his heart. Could Cody have resisted if the order had come while they were together?

"Obi-Wan," Bly replied. "Rex and Wolffe will probably slip for General, but you remember how they were."

"Luke, come with us," Atin called. "We'll get your things later, but I want you to meet my little sister, and we'll show you where we live."

"Okay."

Once the trio were departed, Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Sister?"

Bly actually chuckled, while Aayla linked an arm around Obi-Wan's to be his guide. "Clan remains fluid, and need not have blood, though technically speaking, they are half-sisters," she said with a smile. "Kifra, our daughter. They have another sibling, who is fully by spirit, and also vod to all of the men, but you will not be meeting him just yet.

"Rex is off-world, helping the Rebels at present. And while we are not pleased at Atin's decision to take such risks while she was away training, we are pleased to welcome you, and your ward."

"How much did she tell you?"

"All of it. And we will do what we can to help Amidala's son protect himself, we promise."

"For now," Bly said quietly, "you are to follow our standard care routine for a survivor of the war."

"I have had — "

"No one with whom you could work it out, you only just learned what happened to us, and I know our ad is as diplomatic as a rancor," Bly said, cutting him off. "I love Atin dearly, but she has her mother's stubborn and bluntness down to a fine art."

"I think our Captain gets some of that blame," Aayla said with impish humor. "But he does tend to phrase it better."

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. If Aayla could learn to smile, after all she had been through, he would try their way. Even the Force thought this was for the better, and that helped him relax into their care even further.





~So he is there, and another Jedi of Father's extended clan,~ Pel recapped from the long mental conference with Atin and Kifra.

~Yes, but we have not mentioned we are in the Dorin system or who you are. Might piece it together, but I wanted our parents to get a feel for the Jedi first.~

~Of course. I know all of you will help Luke build the basics. And then, when Mama Aayla says, I will come to help with the mental side of it.~

~Alright. I don't know where your vision will lead us, Pel, but… I think something shifted.~

~So the Sages believe,~ he assured her. ~Sleep well, my sisters.~

~You too,~ Kifra said, before shifting to be more comfortable in the bed with her big sister. "It has to get better, right?"

"We're going to try hard for that," Atin promised her, closing her eyes. She just wished her mother could be here to help them, as always.

El problema es al capitalismo

Nov. 30th, 2025 05:49 am
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For the past twenty years, two things have been happening in 2D animation. First, American studios have been offshoring in-between frames to Asia (as was the case in Adventure Time and Steven Universe). Second, Japanese studios have started to do the same thing after being accused of literally killing young people in their own industry by forcing them to create in-between frames under grueling conditions. I've linked to and excerpted two articles under the cut.

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To me, the antidote to the "line must always go up" issue with larger studios seems to be smaller studios that are largely independent from such concerns. The problem is that, especially for 2D animation, production is extremely labor-intensive, mainly because of the necessity of creating in-between frames. If you're a manic college student whose body still works, maybe you can do this labor, and you can do it with joy. Back before everyone deleted their accounts, however, Twitter was filled with comics drawn by indie animators in their late 20s explaining why they were quitting: working that hard fucks you up both physically and psychologically. The labor is literally disabling.

Based on the foundation of work pioneered by 3D animation, the generation of in-between frames by AI could be a good and useful application for the technology as a labor-saving tool. It has so much potential, and I hate that it's being used against artists, specifically with the aim of eliminating them entirely. The technology has an amazing potential to solve critical problems that have persisted in the animation industry for decades; but, instead of empowering artists, it's become an existential threat. This is dystopian, and I hate it.
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Dragon Ruins II
A retro first-person dungeon crawler, not for me

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Timespinner
A pixel art Metroidvania, not for me

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Auridia
A no-combat Metroidvania, very good + bookmarked for later

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2025 Writing Log, Part 47

Nov. 29th, 2025 07:29 am
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Not much to report. I’m exhausted, but I’m doing my best.

If you’re reading this, I hope you’re doing okay. It’s been a year, but we’ll make it through.
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Key word: Might. It still could happen at some point.

So, to quickly recap from my previous post: Not too long after after I put together my new desktop, the monitor I had gotten started doing this thing where it'd go black for a few seconds before turning back on. I tried almost everything I could think of to fix the issue: checking all my cables, getting a new HDMI cable, sticking the HDMI into the graphics card (which i was supposed to do anyway), lowering the refresh rate, increasing the refresh rate, doing a clean install of graphics drivers, and even flat out getting a brand new monitor, none of which fixed the issue. It was ridiculous how such a little problem seemingly had no proper fix and I was just about ready to cry over the possibility I might have accidentally screwed up my build somehow.

Well, since my last post, I have done exactly two things: I installed a driver specifically for the monitor I'm using (since it was initially using the Windows default) and I made sure to actually turn the monitor off when I shut down my PC because I often forget to do that. And... it's been four days since the last blackout. No random black screens, no getting interrupted while I'm trying to write up a Tumblr post or chat with friends, nothing.

I am not sure which of the above solutions solved the problem, but needless to say, I am SO relieved. it might not have been the biggest problem I could have encountered, but it was extremely distressing because I was worried it might have hinted towards a larger problem. Now I can finally enjoy this brand new PC without suffering from copious anxiety over whether my screen is going to randomly black out while playing Splintered Fate. (Although I still need to work on getting the second monitor returned. Given how expensive it was, I'd really like to try and get a full refund before the return period is up and I'm stuck with a $240 screen I don't even have the room for on my desk.)
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I was listening to a podcast whose hosts brought up the topic of “non-political conspiracy theories to discuss with your family at Thanksgiving,” and one of them mentioned mattress stores. Why are there always multiple stores at the same intersection, and how do they make money despite never seeming to have any customers? Oddly enough, I can explain this.

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So mattress stores are a kind of conspiracy, but it’s not the mafia – it’s just capitalism.

Anyway, my own contribution to the topic of “low-stakes conspiracy theories” is that the poet T.S. Eliot put the “S” in his name so that it wouldn’t be “toilet” spelled backwards.
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Twice in a Blue Moon by Christina Lauren

[Goodreads | Storygraph]

3 / 5 stars

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