many forms of fascism can be defeated by fucking up a spreadsheet

Is it just me or are the questions about names and stings coming at this from the wrong direction? Names aren't inherently attached to the Dammakhert ID - you come out of the womb with an ID, but not always with a name. Your name doesn't have pymaric significant even in the Dammakhert, the records office just has a note of your name on the files associated with your Dammakhert ID. So what you'd really need is to not let them figure out which ID is yours (also impractical). Is that about right?

Absolutely correct. Your Dammakhert id isn't something that can be referenced or talked about with human language - it's a piece of the Dammakhert, and you need to have specialized training and access to an Aldish hub to look it up. Your name is just what's recorded as belonging to that id. It does not itself have power.

You could in theory break into the Theatre of Windows (Alderode's central record-keeping office) and destroy the file that matches your name with your Dammakhert id. Then they could have your name all day and all night but not know the id. You'd be free and clear to make mischief~

It’s like when y’got hemorrhoids. Don’t want no one looking

What is Sette ready for? Also she really did not like Duane looking at her hands. Is that a lion girl thing?

It's hard to explain. They're a supremely painful, vulnerable, ugly, private thing. Don't look at them!

Poor, rotten Isabel Ne’er-do-well…

Well, Duane's light goes out, buried under a pile of eels, and I cry with Sette. Want your family?! Have it. ... It - what? I could see people assuming Sette would cut something out of him with his claws. Instead, seems he gets something he didn't know about a reason of his griefs. I like your mercy, lady Florida Lioness.

Duane caught on her claws like a heavy coverlet, pulling her forward with him and nearly off the soft, slimy eel-covered bed that had formed beneath their feet to witness the execution. Sette didn't understand how he could be so heavy; so tendinous and gelatinous in her hands. Wasn't he a ghost? She flexed her fingers. A frisson of horror thickened her tail as he slid with a slurp off her pinioning grasp, and she was free to catch herself.

He fell away from her, a shed thing. A dead thing. Then a wet plop in the blackness below. She convulsed forward as if to jump after him, catch him, but stopped instead and stared off the edge.

There he lay in the bruise-red mire, face tilted to the void of the evil khert sky. Though he loved a good sky, none had come to tell him good-bye. Instead in a drunk frenzy the eels danced around him, blocked his vision, threaded their bodies into his hood, parted the shirt from his waist to curl under the idea of his clothing, lie flush with his dead clay chest.

Sette couldn't look away. She waited for him to sit up, to try and keep running, to yell at her, anything! The eels snapped at his face. Get away from him! she wanted to scream, but her throat was all stopped up with snot and crying. They didn't get away from him. He belonged to them now, forever. She watched his golden eyes bloom an ugly bronze, then tarnish to black. She watched him sink unblinking beneath the blood swarm, leaving behind only a single word - a final prayer, bobbing like a cork - to mark the site where Duane Adelier fell into Hell.

Unless she abdicates the throne to a new line of queens’ perfectly cherubic, newly motherless scion who comes pre-equipped with a worthy and heroic Daddy to also fill the other problematic vacuum

Long may she reign, Queen Roschearusonorie “Chea” Tomaelka

(And lord-general Emil Elka)

(To show the new direction her reign shall go in, her first order of post-coronation business will be to give a speech about how one should NOT go around marrying Aldish defectors even when they know all sorts of important martial secrets and even if they make good sandwiches because they do, in fact, have cooties)

Uaid, the bird necklace, alright Ashley it's time to get it out of your system. Who or what else do you dislike drawing for the comic?

I hate drawing Queen Sonorie's fancy crowns. She's doomed O_O

Any examples of how Duane's artificial voice sound?? Always thought it sounded like he spoke through a very clear radio.

It doesn't sound like an AI voice, as it carries the fullness of his emotions; it's more the quality of the voice hits wrong. I guess saying it sounds like it's coming out of a radio isn't too far off. It's also distinctly not the voice he had in life. He followed a certain pattern designed by a master artificer to craft the voicebox pymaric he uses, and had no way to make it actually sound like him. But it does the job.

And frankly, he was mute for so long before he was able to acquire and install it that he's grateful to have any voice at all. You don't know what torture is until you hear a Madishanian street performer butchering Mantigi's "Bed of Glowing Basket Fungus" aria and cannot comment scathingly upon it. If only death had stoppered his ears as well.

… oh no.

The time frame between fic conception and finishing is either 24 hours or never.

Unsounded is great because it is simultaneously about 

1) a young thief trying to prove her worth to her crime lord father by going on a journey to settle a clan debt 

2) an undead religious zealot who only receives enlightenment after being transformed against his will into an unholy abomination 

3) A giant crow monster lady with six titties who manipulates the great powers of the world in order to facilitate the afterlife’s strangest prison break 

If only we hadn’t covered it thoroughly re:bringing stuff into Fachyne, I could quip about not taking things on him, but in him…. 🔥 💦 🍆

I don't know if this counts as a spoiler, but did Darkest seemingly offset along with Bastion because the khert fire messed with it or because he was touching his torc?

It has to have been the fire. As we well know, Bastion can't offset his own clothing along with him much less an ex-boyfriend.

Yo, whoever was part of the eight empty notifications I just got, I’ll actually see whatever happened in about three weeks so idk be patient until then I guess

D:<

why is this a notification I’m only just getting??

Tumblr, YOU ARE ADMITTING this was nearly a month ago!

Wh-what did Anon not know about the cervix?

Unsounded thread is still up on /co/ The curent topic is dicks

I did see it was still up when I went looking for a Goofy Movie thread earlier this evening. Thanks for teaching Anon about the cervix.

Murkoph stumbles across something and is faced with a choice:

Does he keep the one he has right now, or swap it out with literally Rector Adelier’s for next time he sees his favourite green altarboy?

Does Murkoph even have his bits and bobs? Or is he like Duane and, as was once said, his dick fell off?

Murk's enormous. Because of course he is. Whenever he finds a bigger one he swaps it out with his old one. He is a very silly monster.

PULLED UP SOME QUESTIONS! How affectionate is she with her friends? her family? Is she more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying her affection? Why? // Where is her favorite place to relax or calm down? // What is her favorite thing to do in order to relax and wind down from the day?

Lettie's very affectionate with her friends and family both. Well, we're counting the Grisuses as her family here, really. She's also gotten used to being pretty affectionate with friends, too, when there's an opportunity that she, uhh, has some.

In general, I think she's more emotional with her affection. It's hard to say one way or the other, because a lot of how she shows affection is very much nurture, not nature; most people ask for affection physically, and she's very fine with that, but when she's giving unsolicited affection or asking for it for herself, it's almost never physically. Almost. On the other hand, when she thinks of affection, it's very physical, because almost all of her cherished affection experiences tended to be - Anne and Artur are very physically affectionate people. There's also a cultural difference - she's perceived as more physically affectionate in a romantic sense in Durlyne, and almost standoffishly non-physically affectionate in a platonic one, because the city's female friendship standards are much snugglier and their genders are a lot less intersocial than they are in Orafine. And compared to her friend Candace's town instead of Durlyne, the distinction is even more marked. Of course, in Orafine, she's regarded as destined to be an old maid - even aside from being weird - for how little she tends to interact with the young fellows in the ghers. She's pretty average in terms of how cuddly she's perceived at home with friends and family. Maybe a smidgen on the non-snuggly side, but not by a lot.

In Orafine, it's probably at the edge of the prairies just to the East of the town. It's close enough that it's still safe (besides, it's the side of the village the Srebron hounds tend to run), but the village is small and self-contained enough (and when it's not, it's to the South and the West, mostly) that there is still a wealth of wildlife activity. It's very pretty; the prairies around Orafine are kind of colourful in their golden-ness - like when someone draws an egg or a snowscape without using any white or grey. At the college, probably in the solarium or the library's inner reading rooms. Or her room; she likes it in there. It's very homey. In her new home? Well, she doesn't have one just yet, but there is a very expansive library on the second and third (!!!) floor that seems a likely contender. There's also a solarium in David's house, but he's in there a lot, so. Y'know.

She would say it's reading. She might even claim it's reading medical texts. But if she's really trying to wind down, she needs to read something a little more self-indulgent and less passionate than that. And someone who knows her better than she describes herself knows that when she absolutely needs to set the day aside, she cooks. And if she can't cook, she makes stuff. Somehow. Things that occupy her hands and aren't textilecraft are what she needs when she needs to unwind from something.

Ta-daaaaaa~!

Okay, now more, please~

D:<

why is this a notification I’m only just getting??

Tumblr, YOU ARE ADMITTING this was nearly a month ago!

@zacksfairest Lettie reading Lioness novels

posting this home-baked ms paint meme for public use :)

Mayflay would be one hell of an army nickname on either side of the Crescian/Aldish DMZ

Hullo! Lovely updates as usual- seems the plat on page 68 of this chapter got called a "mayflay", I think it's supposed to be mayfly?

Yeah, it was a typo and I fixed it a few days ago but my webhost has a weirdass bug? Or maybe it's intentional? Where it refuses to serve updated image files. So that original file is stuck on the server for some reason even though I wrote over it with the update. I could delete that file and it would still serve it up. I dunno, man.

Eventually it'll resolve itself, but do any tech people out there know why the server is like that? Is there some kind of remote cache?

How many cities are there in Kasslyine, like maybe a dozen?

Twenty major metropolitan areas, but dozens and dozens of cities. Durlyne ginnal alone has seven major cities with its capital city Durlyne being a huge metropolis of 18 districts and 1.4 million people. Well. "Huge." Fluirstadt in Cresce has almost 3 million people in it and under it and it's not even the biggest Crescian city. Those all hug the southern coast, supporting the major pymaric factories and agriculture there.