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Also poor girl keeps getting excluded from AH clears because "she's not good" (aka doesn't killmurder everything within sight in 0.5 picoseconds)
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Man, I wish I didn't miss yesterday, I'd have fought hard for Shirayuki.
Could've gotten at least 4th
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Il Siracusano.
Sora thirsts for Cellina Texas harder than even Exu and Lappland - COMBINED.
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Mostima *cough cough* ~~"They're stealing my thing!"~~
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ooh, completely forgot to read the six volume story, thanks for reminding me
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Recommendation: Accompany with [this](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbq-_2TqHVQ) for full effect.
And then, when the past age kicks up, [this](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNBjMRvOB5M).
Yeah, I've wanted to write something like this for the longest time.
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There really isn't much to do over here at Davistown, not now, in these years of its slow and certain demise.
The death of Davistown is apparent to its inhabitants, Helena could catch a whiff of it in the air, each year's winter felt colder, and each year the central boilers of this steely behemoth pump with less vigour. Helena knows what it sounds like, the heartbeat of a dying person, mustering all their fury to keep themselves alive, each roar of defiance dissipating into wheezes and sighs. The descent is imminent, and resistance seems futile.
She mindlessly polished a glass cup with a piece of threadbare cloth- remnants of lace remained at its corners, but its original pattern was already torn apart by the rather large holes spanning half the cloth's area. Smaller burnt edges slid fricatively on the foggy, burnished glass, reminding Helena of her past smoking habits. Everyone smoked in Davistown, lighting a roughly rolled cig with the great furnaces' flames was the common dare amongst youths sneaking tobacco around, while older workers filled her bar with the sooty aroma of crisply dried tobacco, rendering the air inside the same as the air outside- Hazy, thick, pale, and warm.
Nearly nobody smokes habitually any more, very few families could afford such a hobby, especially when the occasion to smoke came on more regularly than before.
Like now, Helena thought.
The sun still has a long trail to make before it drops under the horizon, most of her friends would be out in the barrens, foraging for food and fuel. She was very much alone, with nothing to tend to, and nothing to entertain herself with. She could gaze upon the wafting smoke, dissipating as time heads on, guessing at the shapes it made before melting into the wintry air inside. If only she had a pack, even just one-
Helena shook her head.
No, she could not even remember the last time she smoked.
It was bad for the lungs anyway, she was lucky enough to be uninfected, lest she waste her life away on a different illness.
The floor was mopped last night, of course, after Woody's gritty boots clod all over this place, she'd have to mop up tonight as well. The water isn't even clean, but it washes away most of the dirt on the floor well, Helena hates to see the bar dirty, even if none of its usual visitors came as a proper customer... In the state of it all, at least there's still a hint of the past here.
At the centre of the bar, is a square section of floor laid with coloured tiles. In the past those tiles shone bright under the shoes of couples striding across the floor, she would open the cassette player and slide the disco collection on, joining amongst the night's dancers and holding the waist of a lucky young fella. Now, whenever she looks at that patch of ground, she remembers how much older she is now, and how her joints seemed frigid, her muscles tying up at the mention of a dance.
Oh, how they used to dance! She wasn't too old back then, wishing to settle down but never quite managing to, each step echoing the faraway clanging of steel upon steel. She used to change into her best dress in the heat of it all, a magnificently cumbersome thing that flailed everywhere as she threw her head up high, sending its ribbons everywhere in the air, like sparks flashing as the boilers ignited, like the firelights that shone beyond the windows every night back then, from under the billowing smoke of the town's centrepoint.
And even before that, twoscore years ago, her dance with the fumbling youth- Yes, that is how she remembers him, the young man frozen in time long ago- She grasped his hand and led him by the fireplace, kicking up bits of soot and dust, twirling in the evening breeze of Columbian frontier nights. His steps staggered from here to there, and Helena would always let go of his hands, watching a sliver of fear creep up his face as he lost balance- then pulling him back before he fell down. It was like reining a particularly thick-headed burdenbeast, she had to teach the commands first through long nights, so that the two may ride.
Helena took a deep breath in.
They would untie their leather sleeping bags and connect them into a makeshift mat, and he would nervously clamber on top of her. Shivering in the winds, barely protected by any clothing, they were ignited by another flame that could never heat their surroundings, yet their chests burned so passionately she remembered steam coming off the two, together, limbs tied to each other, murmuring ecstatic words to ears. The steam invaded this patch of barren land beneath a thousand stars, not a cloud was in sight, the firelight beside echoed its light on his face, and Helena remembered every single sweat drop on his face, like ornate crystals sealing the firelight within, twinkling faintly in the dark.
Heavy breathing, rhythmic heavy breathing, it was like the steady chord of an older rock song, settling their movements and synchronising their heartbeats. Breaths puffed into the night air and into the flying soot, the aroma of sweat, smoke, and sex flowed into her nostrils, unlike anything she ever experienced before-
Helena found herself leaning against the bar table, panting slightly, her face hot.
Of course, that was a faraway time. Her flaming dress was eaten away by bugs two years ago, all she could salvage were pieces of ribbon, formerly crimson, now faded magenta.
So was the face of the youth all those years ago, some details she remembered vividly, but Helena couldn't quite place his hooked nose where it should be, are his eyes a bit more close together? Memory seems like a notebook washed in the currents of time, these pages were dipped in water too many times, the ink had begun seeping away, and each flip through the fragile leaves of the book may be the last.
But she still remembered these scenes, full of heat and passion, gemstones laid in the rustic pipes of this bar, even if the iron could not withstand the power of time, she could see images glittering between and beyond them.
Before she knew it, Helena began to hum, a tune that she does not know if the others remembered- All those years ago.
*I wandered here alone, not a penny to my name*
*My hometown far behind me, miles and miles away*
*The barrens stretch before me, as far as I could see*
*And who's waiting at the end, who indeed but she*
The light outside began to dim, after an hour, maybe, Miles would appear in the doorway hauling in knobs of tree stumps, and ask to use the chopping axe in the yard behind. Woody often arrives later, and only then can they wait for Leone's shift today to end.
Beyond the scratched, wiped window panes, Helena could still see the steady stream of smoke weaving its way into the sky, a thin wisp reminiscent of the town's might years ago... But still alive, barely, but still.
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https://preview.redd.it/iyc4hcb7gghd1.png?width=953&format=png&auto=webp&s=85cb16a181f64a13b31778309d83e80c7f54b1fc
*She spread her arms, spread her heart, showed me that pretty face*
*And from that moment on, I found my dreams in her embrace*
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u/Shot-Narwhal-4268 it is done, ty for the idea.
Really liked CW, of course parts of the story was still a bit illogical, but the aesthetics and the atmosphere really did it for me.
Oddly enough, Coldshot actually fares well with the titular sexual bit, it wasn't weird writing that part at all... Am I increasing in my coomer tendencies? Or is her presentation just inherently linked with this sort of inclination?
Anyways, if no one asks for anything that I can work with, the next one would be back in Kawalerielki. If anyone wants to see someone, comment and I'll see if I can make it work.
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Oh, this is melanchonic in a pleasant way, almost forgot this was a "sex review". This reads more like something I would read on AO3.
Man that event was just sad with the Davidstown plot.
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It was one of my most favorite events, the kind that doesn’t come to mind when I try to count the top 10s but should. HG did a good job on presenting the artistic side of the situation.
I guess I’ll focus more on the “review” aspect next time :) there’s actually sections of sex in this one so I relaxed and didn’t scramble to qualify the story to be a “sex review”.
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This is good. REALLY good. Like, I could imagine flipping open a novel and reading this.
PLEASE upload it to AO3. Or somewhere, anywhere. Don't let it get buried under the reddit algorithm, it deserves so much better. (Not that I'm forcing you, I'm just... sad, seeing some stellar stuff get buried in a site that isn't built for this kind of writing.)
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I'll be yoinking that for my Saileach shrine
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Thanks! I don't have an account on AO3 though, idk how it could work that way.
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[Just sign up!](https://archiveofourown.org/invite_requests) It'll take a few days to process the account, but you should be able to get one for completely free.
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Bro really tried to slide “fricatively” in there like we wouldn’t notice
(if you’re using it to set up more breath imagery it’s a great idea, but more down-to-earth language might fit the overall tone better)
^((please continue cooking)^)
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Thought the questionable choice of tone would be really obvious, I didn’t read the story in EN, so when I checked the EN names for reference the rough vibes of the text caught me unawares ;p by that point it was too late to swap everything so I just went with it.
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I actually haven’t played or read through the event at all, so I can truly say the roughness came through perfectly! And I want “fricative” to stay so badly, maybe something more obviously breathy like “hissed a fricative against the foggy glass”?
…or ignore my over-serious notes on this already fantastically written shitpost, it’s just hard to turn Writer Brain off lol
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//1099 July 3 5:59 PM Rhodes Island Landship
In operation, travel path clear
“Ahh shite… oi, doc! Still awake, are ya?” ‘Mandragora’s not-so delicate words break me from the daydreaming, my personal assistant of two months, the trauma of Londinium with the physical marks left on her body leading me to wanting to keep her close’
“Ah- yes- yes Mandragora… How was the cantine lineup?” ‘I ask her while rubbing my temples, work has been slow. For now at least it consisted of only 4 hours of simulation practice and paperwork’
“Ha, some good food… as always…” ‘Her confident voice subsides as her tail thumps against the doorway, walking in with her staff awkwardly trudging along by her side, still uncertain with using it as she had her previous staff’
‘She had spent most of the day running errands across Rhodes Island, she had grown quite accustomed to the web of sectors, though still far from any logistical operators’
“Say, doctor… Do you actually ever eat? Never see you down in the cafeteria, much less sneaking in a snack here and there” ‘Mandragora asks, crossing her arms as she lays against one of the bookshelves Iris tends to store her children's stories in, her tail curls behind her legs as her amber eyes pierce towards mine’
“Oh- well I show up to social events of course… but otherwise I’m living off nutrient packs every morning and night, even though I feel fine past this suit… It’s best to trust the medical staff, Kal’tsit would have my head if she was to find me eating raw noodles and washing it down with boiling water again…”
“Ha, that hag, one right ol’ headache ain’t she– wait- Doctor did I hear that right?! Raw…” ‘Mandragora goes to reiterate the open secret that Kal’tsit had told me back in the ruins of Chernobog, a memory clouded with trauma before and after, an oasis in my mind still.’
“Yes… Quite the fond memory of hers, could you believe that Kal’tsit actually smiled while telling me that story?”
“Pssh- you bloody lying now you git! Had me going till that part!” ‘Mandragora playfully chuckles as her posture relaxes everso’
“... Doctor, just between us… but if you want, I can sneak you some food, everyone feels hungry from time to time and it’d be ya needing a snack to keep properly thinkin’” ‘She chuckles to herself evermore, looking down to the ground in front of herself’
‘Her Feline ear flickers as she sighs’
“Hm, no need for that Mandra, I’m not on some strict restriction” ‘I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood’
‘This reminded me of the amount of records I dug through after returning from the Londinium conflict, taking a particular interest in Mandragora and the Dublinn… Even so much to vouch to Kal’tsit and overlook her treatment’
‘Even now, the long slit of that Sarkaz general’s blade is visible past her sewn together Dublinn uniform empty of any resemblance of the faction, repaired like the caster herself’
“This makes me wonder, what was the food like in Dublinn?” ‘I ask innocently, watching the life from Mandragora gloom instantly’
“... Do you have any paperwork I can help organise? Or what of-” ‘Her tail has stopped moving and even her ears began to slump against her head, she is looking to the side. Her tone frozen and her body grown rigid’
“Do you not want to talk about it?” ‘I cut to the chase, sending Mandragora mute for what feels like an hour, her eyes dimmed as she looks down at herself, touching the long red line before grinding her teeth’
“What would make you think I want to talk about that blasted faction? What right do I have to tell about anything they did…” ‘She spits her venom as she grabs her staff, aiming it at the ground in front of her, tapping it against the ground’
“... Mandragora-”
“No… I won’t let you push me to talk about those bastards… Only good people in there died in the line of duty… and… I really should’ve too…” ‘Her tail flicks angrily, her ears pull back and her eyes are filled with anger directed at nowhere specific’
“Mandragora… what are you talking about?” ‘I ask in disbelief, grabbing my chair to stand up but she quickly focuses herself and stills her breath’
“I’m alright… just… I don’t get it. What's so important about me? Why do you want to know this? There ain’t no information in me, doc… All I was ever told are white lies at best…”
“It’s not about information- Mandragora… I was just wondering… I thought you would like to reminisce about… That faction…”
“You can say Dublinn all you bloody want… I…”
‘Mandragora looks to the side, her weary eyes bouncing onto the newly installed coffee maker’
“How does that machine work? When’d it get installed?”
“Oh- yesterday, cafeteria had no need of it since they switched to a higher capacity Mama Johns coffeemaker, so the old one was moved to my office for accessibility…”
“Uhuh, so how does it work- I’ll make a coffee for you-” ‘With a blur, Mandragora walks towards the coffee maker, a desperate attempt to find something to distract herself, the memory of Dublinn still a festering wound on her mental’
“You put the cup in and press the button on the back… cafeteria already filled it up, should be good for at least 15 uses but-”
“No buts or ifs! It’s a bloody assistant’s job to do this kind of chores… right? Better do this than waste my time on… that…”
‘She puts a cup in there with little time spent, though not without hardship as the capabilities of reaching the back of the machine is the new issue’‘It was a hastily made installation, put onto an already moderately high table with the back of the machine facing the wall even I had issues operating it with the brief time it’s been installed, for someone like Mandragora it’d be impossible’
‘Though, this didn't let the headstrong Feline back down, climbing onto the table hosting the; in retrospect rather stupidly put machine…’
“Err… Mandra-” ‘Once again she cuts me off as her head is firmly turned from me, tail hugging the table as she steps back’
“... Oh! I got it!” ‘She stumbles back, off the table and onto the ground standing firmly with her staff in hand’
“M-Mandra…?” ‘At this point I doubt she’s even hearing me, though I won't assume so much, yet.’
“This staff… time to put it to use, eh Doc…?” ‘She looks to me with teary eyes and a shaking breath, she’s panicking…’
“I’ll turn it on… No need to worry-” ‘I go to stand up as Mandragora’s shaking breath silences me, her staff shining a bright amber’
“N- No you stay seated! I- It’s an assistant’s job, this one… just like how a commander is meant to command and assistant is meant to assist!” ‘Rocks begin to pool at her feet, her shoes slowly rising off the ground’
‘The same sort of Arts I saw in the combat records, Arts capable of floating… Mandragora’s Arts ooze potential in every faucet, from both combat to utility, perhaps capable of rivalling history’s greatest casters’
‘All without being Infected, her staff glows further as rocks begin to surround her momentary flight’
‘CLANK’‘One strikes the machine head on, sending both it and the table toppling towards one side’
‘CRASH’
‘In a quick and loud motion, the coffee machine is on the ground, the coffee grains are on the ground and the mug is in pieces.’
‘Thankfully the water had yet to be turned on, being the button behind the machine’
‘Though that button stayed connected, while the machine itself did not’
‘I stand up from my seat as Mandragora’s rocks fall to the ground alongside her, kneeling on the ground, both hands holding her head’
“I’m so… I’m so bloody useless! What am I… Nothing but… but…”
“Mandragora- you’re an operator of Rhodes Island- It’s alright-”
‘She looks up to me, bewilderment in her eyes’
“S- Stop where you are- don’t come any bloody closer I’ll clean this mess up… I- I-”
“It’s okay… Mandra- you’re-” ‘She is crying, tears dripping, staining the otherwise dry coffee grains’
“Why am I still alive… What does Rhodes Island want from me… What do you want from me? Why couldn’t I just be left behind… to die in a backwater hole… a sewer… Why do I have to suffer…” ‘She asks herself as I continue to walk towards her’
‘Click’
‘I step onto a piece of the shattered mug, snapping it in half causing a small sound, the commotion and the use of Arts having had all the rights to trigger, sending every able bodied Operator to protect me from Mandragora’
‘My blood grows cold as I momentarily halt’
‘Mandragora immediately pulls her hand away from her tear filled face, grabbing onto her staff and haphazardly aiming it at me’
‘Despite looking into the staff of a prodigy caster, I cannot get my mind off that Kal’tsit has had all the rights to strengthen the emergency response’
“S- STOP! I- I- haha I see now- you love to see me suffer! Just like any leader… every leader… ruthless… ruthless bloody bastard-”
‘I step towards her as her staff shines an amber colour. I cannot halt knowing what’s to potentially happen to her… after all she’s but a-’
“The saying ‘Keep your enemies closer than your friends’ is not lost on you… Huh? Am I that loose of a cannon… a caged BLOODY ANIMAL TO YOU?” ‘She screams towards me with agonising strains pulling her vocal cords into a painful symphony, still a prisoner to Rhodes Island, one let to its core…’
“Mandra.” ‘I firmly interrupt her words as I reach towards the Feline cowering on the ground in front of me, still a few steps too far’
“What’s there to say apart from my name huh? You- You know I’m worthless! I’m damaged! Meant to have died- been thrown away!” ‘She pulls back sheepishly, hesitating for a moment as her eyes shake in fear, her hands are quivering with small pale slender fingers governing over her staff like a child holding onto their parent’s clothes for support’
“What’s… what’s to stop Rhodes Island from doing what Dublinn did…? What’s there for me to trust in when the job I was assigned to- bloody assistant duty I keep messing up at!”
‘I take another step towards her, words reaching her is a far gone aspect when it comes to Mandragora, to converse her in a language she understands is my only option. And speed is something I have to follow before emergency Rhodes Island operators arrive to the commotion… A bead of sweat forms as she would be dealt as a threat… be it anyone saw the altercation between us at this moment’
“What… what…” ‘Mandragora starts to fully, audibly sob, a trickle of tears falling down as her staff dims’
“... Mandragora… I’m here. I think you’re an awesome assistant. Everyone messes up and that is alright… It’s to be a person to make mistakes-” ‘I try to harmonise my voice despite my rising worry’
“Haha… is this another part of your scheme? Butter me up like The Bandit… You know everything about me… doc… Truly like The Leader-” ‘She grits her teeth as her eyes focus back onto me with conviction, like she was looking into hell when it came to my eyes’
“... I don’t know much about you. But that’s exactly what I want to change… Ever since I returned from Londinium you stuck out to me as… someone…” ‘The memories of Frostnova clash in my mind, the princess of snow sitting on the hand of the Wendigo… Yet for Mandra life had not even given her that, nothing but despair and anguish… now sitting in tears in front of me. Ears slump to the ear and tail curled between her legs’
“... Why… Why care about me? What is there for you to gain…?”
“I have to gain a good person, a talented caster and an experienced commander. Mandragora. That’s what I have to gain-”
‘Before I could react, Mandragora’s staff glows amber and the rocks which she once used to float now strike towards me as she lashes out a wicked grin’
‘The rocks aim around my neck floating gently despite her rigid breath. Flaking and chipping away as Mandragora chuckles, I watch the otherwise smooth rocks turn into rigid, jagged fangs slowly circling my neck, poking, piercing at my throat’
‘I gulp as fear sets in… Not for her, but for a moment I too, begin to fear death… That I’ve misjudged her. I hear her voice once more’
“You are playing a dangerous game… I think I have a fair guess as to which of the three is most interesting to a tactician like you… Doc-tor.” ‘She’s taking heavy breaths, holding her staff with a shaky breath as she emphasises the title of mine mockingly, or at least attempting to despite her rising lack of confidence’
“... I’m… I don’t bloody know… Doctor… I could kill you right now… that’s not very ‘leader’ like now is it?” ‘She almost flashes a smug smile, though the burden and worry of her being left behind is too overwhelming to be in any sort of joking mood’
“... Mandragora as long as I’m here… You won’t be left behind like Dublinn had. I saw all records I could find of you… I tried best to understand you-” ‘I’m not losing another. Not letting it happen.’
“Ha, so much for trying to understand a crazed Taran witch… why are you doing this to yourself, doctor? Do you really have no self worth…?” ‘She asks, as her eyes momentarily travel off of me and onto the window to the side of my office’
‘I take a step forward’
‘My shoe leaves an imprint on the coffee grains’
‘I gulp as my neck feels a sharp stab. I push against Mandragora’s collar of sharpened rock in defiance, letting it press against my skin. It instantly stops its slow encirclement’
‘She looks back to me with a panicked expression blunt on her face, quickly holding onto her staff, aiming it back towards me hurriedly’
“Oh bloody hell!! Doctor!!” ‘She pulls the collar along as I march towards her relentlessly. Hammering in the simple message of my worried soul.’
“S- stop walking like that… I could…” ‘Her voice weakens as I start to tower over her, another tyrant by her gaze… No…’
“You won't stab me. I don’t have anything to fear, after all you respect soldiers, no, you respect everyone who doesn't abuse their power…” ‘All aspects that Horn’s records of Mandragora had told me, after all she is quite mature when it came to directing her anger and resentment towards… A balance no longer possibly unkept, like the mug I walked past… too had shattered her views of the world-’
“Power’s meant to be abused… but not when it’s a bloody birthright… Doctor where… where are you getting with this… I- I don’t bloody understand you!” ‘She cries out in confusion, anger, and a cavalcade of further motions tugging at her heart and mind both, puppeteering her hands whether to tighten the collar around me, to slaughter me or to let me keep marching towards her, eventually letting me reach out’
“... I want to make a deal with you, simple as that…” ‘I say in a calm voice, slowly kneeling down in front of her, a tired expression present on my face no doubt as I had put all my emotion into my words, her pale skin matched up nicely to the tile floor, a small distraction of mine in the moment of facing death so close’
“Tch… speak your mind already… I… I’m willing to listen, that much is not lost on me…” ‘She seethes as her eyes dig for mine, yet as I look up to her, this time my gaze piercing her amber globes… I have shown the same spark as her previous leader had.’
‘With rocks around my neck, I open my mouth, no sudden movements, just reaching my hand out towards hers, a small smile curling up at my mouth’
“I will do my best to make you feel like home here on Rhodes Island… To be someone you can trust in, I’ll truly do everything”
“In exchange” ‘I sigh, opening my palm’
“If I ever betray you, abandon you… or fail you.”
“I’ll kill you.” ‘Mandragora replies to my words, a momentary stun fracturing my composure’
“...?” ‘I look to her as my eyes widen yet feel no change with the ’
‘Mandra’s eyes tear up’
“You speak my language… doc… If ya ever turn your back on me… betray me… I’ll kill ya… I’ll bloody cleave ya, leave nothing to bury… You ever toy with my trust… my loyalty and I’ll make sure to keep this promise.” ‘She speaks her vitriol yet her hand reaches towards mine, ensnaring it in her pale grasp. Holding, squishing it tightly like I’m one of her very own earth sculptures come alive’
“I’m fine with those terms, I accept them.” ‘I don’t hesitate to heed her call, to think through the possibilities, and betraying her will never be one of such. Not again, not this time. Not ever.’
‘One by one, the rocks around my neck drop to the ground’
‘Her pale hand coils further as she smiles, a bleak smile but one of genuine emotion’
“Doctor… you know what kind of promise you’re making here…”
‘I nod my head, yet she still affirms the prospects I’ve expected from this’
“I’ll make sure nothing of you remains on Terra to be buried… Rhodes Island… then Dublinn both… ya hear?” ‘She asks, still spitting her vitriol as her tail thrashes against the floor, the smile on her face a bit more genuine’
‘I sigh, noticing her strong grasp on my hand, pulling her towards me as I stand up from my kneeling position’
“!! What are you-” ‘She blurts out as I embrace her, putting my free arm around her back, feeling her warm skin against my coat, her uneven breathing and soaring heart rate both.’
“This isn't very leader-like either, but I’m glad you’re… willing to be here” ‘I breathe a sigh of relief as I look down to her dark brown hair, her ears still slumped in uncertainty while being held so close, I am counting my blessings for not having triggered the emergency response system’
“Like I have much to bloody loose and who knows…” ‘Mandragora pulls my ear as she brings me down to eye level, a playful emotion passing through her after a harrowing storm that was the near lethal encounter’
“Maybe while I get to enjoy this paradise… I get to be of some actual use to you too…” ‘She returns to her sorrow just as quick as her eyes connect to mine again, I slowly slide my hand to the side and away from her back’
‘Mandragora slowly steps back, her tail firmly curled around her leg as she looked to the side, her staff hung, barely grabbed onto by her as she tried to understand her emotions the same way I attempted to’
‘I made her depart soon, telling her that I’ll handle all issues involving the coffee machine, which the medical department’s night shift eagerly took in to fix up’
‘Though, with no alternative solution to make the water button be placed better, they offered me an… alternate solution.’
// 1099 July 4 7:39 AM Rhodes Island Landship
‘Mandragora groggily walked into my office to start her assistant duties, still scratching her eyes and occasionally trying to scratch the deep wound she endured, only to quickly withdraw with a wince of pain on her face’
“Morning… Operator Mandra reporting for…” ‘She looks around the office, much to her surprise the coffee machine has miraculously survived her assault, having had its body polished up by one of the more over the top engineering operators’
‘And there stood, the machine to alleviate the pain which had caused yesterday’s run in with the grim reaper’
‘Mandragora, in silence walked over to examine the newly added tool, the high pride of the engineering department’
‘Click'
‘Click’
‘Clink’
‘Tink tink tink’
‘It’s an adjustable stepping stool.’
‘Mandragora looks to me in an emotion I can only describe as a death stare’
“Oh you’re taking the piss…” ‘She mutters in disbelief, her eyes darting back to double check whether the portable staircase design of the stool is indeed; superb’
“Well… It’ll help us avoid-”
‘STRIKE’
‘A rock met my face, a small one but still sent with the annoyance only a crazed Feline Taran lady can muster, right up there with an Iberian mother’s slipper strike… As I have heard from one of Elysium’s many tales’
‘I had a headache the whole day through, even despite Mandragora bringing me an ice pack on three occasions’
7/10 her almost killing herself definitely added to the excitement factor, my own life being put onto the line also, most definitely added to it as well. Expected more screaming and a lot more of my blood around.
Check back next Thursday for the Cuddle Review: Mandragora, I'm gonna try making this a weekly thing
Also check [Tara Our promised home](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1q7qiWfA9UmePtXbAmAWLd427zEsWtvAAaa7jR0rn7fs/edit?usp=sharing) out where I'm slightly less schizophrenic and tackling actually fun topics like WAR and DEATH and KILLING VICTORIANS
Hope this still abides by subreddit rules. I will combat Sex reviews, for they are icky.
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This is not copium. I am making my own reality. Fuck you gonna do? Make me take my meds?
Please don't
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WITH MOONLIGHT ONE MELTS OUR PLANET OF IRON
FORGING OUR OWN GODS AND HEARTS WITHIN
CHARGE ON BROTHER
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I slightly hope this post reaches Hypergryph so they know what monstrosities have they created.
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What is the likelihood that Mandrago/Mandrake and Eblana and all the Dublin soldiers a re just vibing to black and yans when their off duty?
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I'M GOING TO MANDRA
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https://i.redd.it/czira1h7rshd1.gif
Gotta respect the effort 😭
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[Who is wining the yapping contest?](https://preview.redd.it/nij670xqmghd1.jpg?width=500&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ffccdd3c64c8ec61d5499694a7e4964e898bccf8)
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Kal'tsit has centuries of yapping experience, she negs due to stat difference
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kibty, she shrimply lived for longer
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Centuries old cat Vs. Woman with a hivemind of her alt universe selves? Hard to say
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faust obv she has an entire discord chat behind her while kalstit might get dementia any second faust no diffs
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Kal'tsit yapping about the history of busses whilst Faust yaps about all the names of the screws on Mephistopheles
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Image Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/85948566
Introduction:
Crownslayer doesn’t waste time with small talk. From the moment you meet, she’s all business—swift, intense, and dripping with danger. There’s an undeniable magnetism about her, something that pulls you in and makes you want to dive right into whatever she has planned. Her eyes promise a night of intensity, and you can’t help but follow her lead.
The Tease:
She’s a master of anticipation. Every move she makes is designed to keep you on the edge. She knows exactly how to work you up—one moment, she’s close enough that you can feel her breath on your skin; the next, she’s pulled away, leaving you aching for more. Her touch is light, a mere brush of fingers, but it’s enough to send a jolt through your body. She knows the effect she has, and she uses it to keep you desperate, your heart pounding with need.
The Heat of the Moment:
When she finally closes the distance, it’s like a dam breaking. There’s no more teasing—just raw, unfiltered passion. She’s quick, decisive, and she doesn’t hold back. The way she moves, with precision and power, makes you feel like you’re in the middle of a storm, barely able to keep up. She’s all over you, her hands exploring, her body pressing against yours in a way that leaves no doubt about what she wants. There’s nothing gentle about it—just pure, primal desire.
The Climax:
As things reach a fever pitch, she takes control completely, guiding you with a force that’s almost overwhelming. It’s a whirlwind of sensation, every nerve in your body on fire as she drives you toward the edge. She doesn’t let up, pushing you harder and faster until you can’t take it anymore. And just when you think you’re about to break, she pulls you over the edge, leaving you gasping for breath as waves of pleasure crash over you.
The Aftermath:
When it’s all over, she’s gone as quickly as she came. You’re left lying there, spent and trembling, the echoes of what just happened still rippling through your body. She doesn’t stay for the afterglow—she’s already moved on, leaving you with nothing but the memory of her touch and the way she made you feel. It’s bittersweet, the kind of encounter that leaves you longing for more, even though you know she won’t come back. However she will leave a note indicating where you can find her, if she sees you worthy and strong enough
Final Thoughts:
Crownslayer is not the type to stick around for cuddles or sweet whispers. She’s intense, relentless, and leaves you utterly spent. If you’re looking for a slow, tender experience, she’s not the one for you. But if you want a night of pure, unadulterated passion that leaves you breathless and craving more, Crownslayer delivers in spades. Just don’t expect her to stay for breakfast—she’s already onto her next thrill.
Despite this, if you can hold on long enough, she will see you as a worthy enough person to reveal her insecurities to you, and maybe even want a second round, where she might stay for breakfast, and cuddles, but only if you're strong enough, hence the note she ends up leaving behind, if she sees you as strong and worthy enough.
rating: 10/10, I like the type of woman who can actually kill me
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Sex review: Crownslayer
I went in for a hug but then she vanished and took me from behind
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Bro got backshotted
https://preview.redd.it/ptegykgxehhd1.png?width=3000&format=png&auto=webp&s=849cf994dfa7034f642801b6e0a7d4bd3eca3e1a
I wish she would do that to me
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*A few later*
CS: "Why are you bullying me?!?"
Me, surrounded by pushers and pullers: "BECAUSE IT'S WRONG TO PEG SOMEONE WITHOUT AFTERCARE AFTERWARDS LADY!!!"
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"There’s an undeniable magnetism about her, something that pulls you in"
No, you are the one getting pulled.
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I don't know if it's good or bad that that's pretty much the exact outline of the trash fanfic of her that I've had festering on my hard drive for months.
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Is that a weakness I see?
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0/10 She ran away :(
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Who?
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Send it
https://preview.redd.it/h6tanw1o0qhd1.jpeg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=169514c79cab34b9fbdee3c6ae2e41bc4c102041
Mrs Kal'tsit demands you to send it
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CarlosRarutos. One of the OGs of the main sub.
He was known for two things: Being the biggest Scavenger simp around and REALLY loving Crownslayer.
He got banned from the main sub because he didn't like the NSFW rules being as vague as they were back in the day.
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And his account got fully banned hence him not being on the 0sanitymemes sub?
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Honestly, outside of me sending him Scav-provence art or CS art on the rare occasion I saw some, we never talked outside of the main sub. (unsure if I ever sent him CS art though now.)
Unironically found out he got banned from Reddit when I saw your post and decided to check on him.
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It was a quiet, lazy night at Rhodes Island. On one lonely corner, at the end of the ship's commercial district, a small hair salon stood. Light was still pouring out of the windows, warm and inviting.
There was a small knock at the door, followed by a slow yet firm push. An ursine man peeked inside, a hibiscus flower in hand. The place was empty, save for a small pink haired feline sweeping away dust and strands. She turned around to meet her guest, and her face lit up with a big smile and a red hue.
"Hello, Suzie. I'm sorry for coming without warning you, but I wasn't sure if I'd be done with my job at Rhodes today, and I didn't want to... To disappoint you." He stammers. Stoic as he may be, this woman had this effect on him.
"Red!!! C-come in, please!" She stammers in kind. "I had a hunch you were coming, I was going to close shop early today."
"Wait, how did you..."
"I'm not stupid, you know. I've been visited by Doktah, miss Amiya, and lady Kalt'sit in two days. So I knew an important meeting with Reunion was about to go underway. I even have an idea about the subject." As she answered, she sat the broom aside and skipped to the door, pulling the man in for a hug, her tail wrapping around his back.
"You do?" he asks, happily returning her embrace before letting go. He drops down his scabbard and takes off his jacket and hat, putting the latters on the coat rack.
"I believe so. And you sir DEFINITELY need a haircut." She says, ruffling his scalp with a loving smile before accepting his gift, sliding the flower in her hair. "Take a seat, I have so much to tell you."
Red made his way to one of the two chairs in the place, but as soon as he reached it, he heard. "Please, not this seat. That one is where clients relax while their new hair color is taking root. Take the one next to it... " He noticed her blushing as she asked, as usual. He's used to his lover's face being an adorable shade of red. A few moments later, a towel was wrapped around his neck, tied over his scarf. He never liked taking it off.
"So... L-Love... It was about the new chisel?" She asked, as she started moisturizing his scalp.
"...I'd like to know how you did learn about it." He asked in turn. Far as he knew, only a select few were aware of it, even within Reunion's current leadership. He was tasked by Nine, as a liaison with RI, to be part of the group attending the meeting about this new tech: a better way to remove and clean oripathy lesions, much like a man shaves his beard in the morning. Simple, but a good step towards integration of the infected in society.
"Well, the operator in charge of that project has been doing things all over the landship to improve the quality of life of the infected. Sometimes, it's a general use item, like the new chisel. I myself was part of the testing group. And knowing miss Amiya, I knew she'd try and share it with organisations like yours."
"I can't disclose much, you know I'm a liaison with RI and other groups, not an operator. But let's just say that team did an excellent job. Anything else they're working on?"
"I'm not sure, but otherwise, the same operator works with infected operators on a case to case basis. Including me. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"For you? How?" He asked, the meeting now a distant concern.
"He, Bibeak, Orchid, and Greyy managed to work out a way to weave metal fibers in my mattress? Or something? I dunno how it works, but what it means is that I can't zap myself anymore when asleep. It also means..." She stops, playing with his small ursine ears, shuffling her feet... "That... That we can finally make love with-without my arts hurting you..." She finally let go, her face now beet red.
"Susie. You know full well that your arts could never truly harm me." He returns, his voice firm and reassuring. Hell... I got used to being zapped down there during sex with no problems."
"Am I supposed not to care?!? I love you! How can I accept that I... I..."
"Susie. It's fine, you didn't ask for your Oripathy." He wanted to stand up and hug her, but he didn't dare to: He was well aware that Susie wasn't a fan of her clients moving out of their chair before she was done. He resists the urge, staying put, while the pink feline brushed his wet hair.
"But it's... Frustrating, you know? There's so many acts I want to do, but couldn't before, all because of it. You could always take care of me, focus on my pleasure, but I could never really return your love as well..."
Red sighs: He didn't think it was a big deal that their lovemaking has often been one sided, but he couldn't deny how happy he was that she cared so much about him. He had one question in mind now. "I'm listening, Susie. What do you want?"
Miss Glitter's face flared up once again. She started cutting his hair, hoping to keep her nerves in check. "I... I want to please you as well as you please me. And I believe that I now can." her voice was soft, gentle, but decided.
"Again, Susie, I..."
"I'm not d-done talking. You know I love being kissed all over, especially in the neck, and yet your lesions stop me from doing the same.You like using toys, but we could never risk it because I fried both vibrators you got me. I know you like clothed sex, but we never managed it because static would build up in my bra straps or the wool of my clothes. You always did eat me out when I wanted, but on my end... Tailjobs are messy because of my oripathy, and the single time I tried to go down on you... Well, we found out the hard way that facials and electricity play were ABSOLUTELY not for us."
She stopped for a second, a grimace on her face, trying to erase that last memory from her mind.
"I love how good our foreplays feel, how your arms wrap around me as we shag, but the actual sex is just quickies, and we never orgasmed together. We never could experiment for long because oripathy got in the way, be it arts accidents, or lesions on our bodies. The only thing it never ruined is protection because the condoms are latex. Hell, I don't even know if that's all you like in bed, or if you stopped expressing your needs because you didn't want to shame me when my arts messed things up all over again. Red, please. Look at me." She asks as she moves to the side, looking into his eyes. "What do you want in bed? What can I do to... To make you happy?"
Red was surprised: His lover wasn't one for rambling that way, let alone using victorian slang, unless she was really frustrated. He forces himself to think for a moment...
"Susie... I... I don't know." He concludes, finding himself stumped. His previous partners, his needs, all were a distant memory, from before black shards started regularly piercing his skin. "I guess I... I love how vocal you can get. I love when you praise me during sex. I love feeling your body against mine when we can spoon after it... It's just... I never truly thought about it. I was just doing what came naturally to me. Besides protecting the infected, I didn't even think I'd have a life after contracting oripathy, let alone a sex life. You're the first person to bring back these questions to my mind in almost a decade."
"Well, we now have tools to help us deal with some of it. To make things a bit easier. I personally volunteered to try the new chiseling method and it worked so well. I'd love to ask you to try it too."
"Susie, wait." He interrupts her. "There's something you should know. When Doctor was presenting the new chiseling method to me and Mr Goodenough, Quercus was there as a mediator, and she suggested a live demonstration. I volunteered for it."
"You... You did?" Susie asks, her bravado deflating like a balloon. Her plans to suggest he tries the apparatus vanished, replaced by a longing anticipation. She looked at her lover's scarf. He never took it off outside of the bedroom. His lesions were mostly on his face and neck, giving him a spotty crystalline beard of sorts, usually on one side. And she was aware of how much he hated it.
"Then... Please... Can I..." She asks, her voice almost begging for it.
"You can." He answers, turning his head to the side, the knot of his cloth now easily accessible.
Susie reached for the scarf, her hands shaking. She undoes the knot, pulling it off her lover's face, and gasps. For the first time, she saw his face unblemished, and mostly unscarred. He was always gorgeous, that was not the point, but for the first time, his face was all his, not a reminder of their curse. "Oh my god. You look like an angel..." her voice a whisper. She leans in, cupping his cheeks in her hands without fear as their lips met and his arms embraced her. A moment of bliss frozen in time later, she let go.
"I came here so late because I was hoping to show it to you. You're the only place here where I can fully express my joy over it." She always forgot how beautiful and sincere his smile was when he wasn't hiding it with his clothes. She started fidgeting around in response.
"S-Sorry, I need to finish your haircut. Can't leave your scalp this messy, handsome. Can you please close your eyes?" she giggles, before returning to her scissors. For a few minutes, they remained silent, relaxed, happy, Until Red felt his chair turn around.
"I'm done. Take a look before I wash your hair."
The reflection in the mirror was almost alien to Red. He looked healthy; He looked free. His smile reminded him of Susie's. Optimistic and hopeful. He could barely hold a tear, electing to lean down on the chair and close his eyes to not betray how emotional it made him. Susie took a moment to stare at her lover's beaming smile, before she turned the chair around and reclined its back. Her hands guided his head to the sink with care. Then her fingers started softly caressing her lover's scalp as she got to work. That felt fantastic for him, and he couldn't avoid letting out a small growl of innocent pleasure...
"Red, between this new chisel and my now safer bed, I want to... To experiment again." Susie says, as her hands took care of her lover. "I want you to try things with me. To tell me what you want. I want to kiss you all over. To dry hump you. I want to go down on you. I want to try toys. I want to try roleplays. I..."
"Susie, please, stop, I don't know what I would do if you keep telling me that..." he lets out, now turned on.
Red heard the water stop, the chair spinning around, then a dryer and a hairbrush being directed at his head.
"I want our sex now to last longer. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to see you shag me without your mask on. I wanna make out with you while you're deep inside me. I want you to take your time so we orgasm together. And when you're done..." she turns off the dryer, swapping it for a towel.... "I don't want you to pull out. I want you to stay inside me a little longer. To hug me against you. Just a little moment, to not risk our protection."
"Susie. PLEASE." Red begs. "I'm warning you. Stop talking that way unless you're in the mood for the consequences."
A silence.
A few footsteps.
The sound of keys rattling inside a lock.
Startled, Red opens his eyes and sits up on the chair.
Suzie was on the other side, closing the windows of her salon. She then makes her way back towards him, dropping the door keys on a chair along the way. A few steps later, and she was in front of him, blushing, fidgeting, smiling.
Then... With a timid yet daring motion, she was now straddling him.
"Red. I wanted you to sit in this chair specifically because It's been modified. The same way as my bed."
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Another dumb writing of mine. Roasts expected, and harsh critiques more than welcome.
Sauce of the art: [morini_ochiteru, on twitter, AKA this pairing's biggest simp I know of.](https://x.com/morini_ochiteru/status/1674056749735727104/photo/1) When it comes to drawing, that is. Because writing wise...
/u/randomdudeno123, here we go. I noticed a plot hole (omniscient narrator) right as I was about to post it, and corrected it just in time. I hope I didn't fuck up things. Also. Critiques please!
And yes, I'm sorry this shit is that long. I got carried away.
If people don't rip me apart over this drivel (cuz I'm again not sure if I wrote anything decent to begin with), I might try again next week. Rolled a dice on my next few ideas. And it rolled on... Cringe.
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The head of the bonk brigade cooks again with the most peak and wholesome ships known to arknights.
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With the way you write these, you might genuinely have a better shot at that title than me, and I mean that as a compliment.
Let's start things off with the stuff you did well, then I'll throw in a few nitpicks at the end, ok? First off, the emotions. The feeling of longing and hope is there in full force, of finally being able to hope for something more than what they have. That theme is a heavy part of GG's character- Wanting something more beyond what she already has, and pushing for that dream in small ways. I'm glad to see it woven so neatly into the story! (Side note: It's also a very common staple of GG/Red fics: Glimpse of How I feel, Ignited Spark, and Matchmaking Logs all use this very same theme!)
The setting is also well done: Characters act and move in their environments and actually use their unique traits. The technological advancements change the plot, the characters act as they would in a parlor, everything believably fits into it's surroundings. I especially like how Rhodes is trying to work around Susie's static now, instead of just kinda shrugging and letting her deal with it. Shows a genuine desire to help people.
Ok, now for some nitpicks. Again, this isn't meant to say it's bad- It's well done! But if you'd like to improve, just hear me out...
First off, I'd recommend trying to weave together actions and dialogue more closely. Your style of writing, I'd say, is very forthright and open. You want to put everything out there without any room for misinterpretations, which extends to the dialogue. This has the effect of making the dialogue have more exposition than strictly necessary, which slows down the story. If you want to convey something without a character saying it out loud, substituting an action is always a possibility! If you need someone to say "I don't want to let go", then let them hold their hand a moment longer than normal. If you need them to say "I'll protect you", have them stand in front of their partner. You get the gist- body language can substitute for words sometimes!
There's also a few issues with SPAG (Spelling, Punctuation, and Grammar) that I won't go into because I'm sure you could get a checker for that... They're not a big issue since the story's readable with them, but I thought I should let you know.
Once again, stand proud- You did fantastic!
(Oh, and, if you want me to write something G-rated for you on AO3 as exchange for this, I could do it! Just, uh... it might take a while- I have about 3 fanfics already queued up at the moment...)
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Give me an honest critique and I will :3
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Not sure if that's a roast or a good comment...
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Compliment, maybe a bit of roast 🤔 idk
I died inside at the thought of making one... oh well there's next Thursday
And the next
And the next...
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... But why?
*Seriously confused bug noises*
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>With the way you write these, you might genuinely have a better shot at that title than me, and I mean that as a compliment.
One: What title? And two: NO NO NO Homie, you ain't gonna sell yourself short on my watch. Only person allowed to hate himself here is me, capishe?
>The feeling of longing and hope is there in full force, of finally being able to hope for something more than what they have. That theme is a heavy part of GG's character
Sorry if I accidentally didn't end up surprising you then. I guess the way I saw their pairing is the way people also saw it.
>I especially like how Rhodes is trying to work around Susie's static now, instead of just kinda shrugging and letting her deal with it. Shows a genuine desire to help people.
Well, about that... My OG draft had the person responsible for these things (the chisel and the help to Suzie) be one of my OC operators, who I'm kinda self inserting as? A sargon caracal Feline engineer that doesn't believe at all that RI will ever cure oripathy and made it his mission to improve the QoL of the infected instead by collaborating with other operators. But I elected to cut him out at the very end and replace him with a "He" for the sake of making the story more universal. (Also fun fact: being zapped by GG when getting a haircut is what gave him the idea. And she isn't the only operator he's helping).
>I'd recommend trying to weave together actions and dialogue more closely. Your style of writing, I'd say, is very forthright and open. You want to put everything out there without any room for misinterpretations, which extends to the dialogue. This has the effect of making the dialogue have more exposition than strictly necessary, which slows down the story.
I'm fully aware of that. It's something I'm struggling with and will probably always will. FUCK MY ADHD.
>few issues with SPAG
~~No brain I will not pull the "English is not my first or even second language" excuse IMPROVE ON THAT.~~
>(Oh, and, if you want me to write something G-rated for you on AO3 as exchange for this, I could do it! Just, uh... it might take a while- I have about 3 fanfics already queued up at the moment...)
No need to homie. Keep doing what you're doing and having fun doing it. Just ping me when you write something new, and maybe suggest me more pairings in the future. You seriously gave me by complete happenstance so many writing ideas that this was seriously very enjoyable even if my brain is refusing to see your compliments.
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Hey, a theme is just a theme- It's execution can be completely different! I haven't seen this specific scenario yet, so you did well in that front!
And as for the ping... I don't really know what you'd like, so just browse through if you find something interesting! You've got the link to the account already, after all.
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At this rate, i think at some point in the future maybe we may have a novel abt segs life with an operator, perhaps..
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~~Lowkey, this is honestly one of my favorite ships of all time and you did it genuine justice. If I'm being real, you cooked with this one. However...~~
I have a reputation to uphold. ~~Unfortunately,~~ I have been labeled as one of the foremost haters of these reviews, so now I roll with it.
~~But seriously, props on this one. I love these two together and I'm glad you didn't choose the OTHER route this could have gone down. Mad props.~~
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hey wait its not sex review thursday, save it before it wipes
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It's just.... so peak... this goes beyond a review. I highly suggest you save this and maybe expand on it (on the juicy parts or otherwise) and upload it to Ao3 or similar fanfictions sites. Seriously, this piece deserves more than a few updoots on reddit.
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No. You should love yourself, NOW ♡
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You can start writing romance novels with your skills.
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~~Gotcha, off to commit sudoku :3~~
~~Also, what other route are you talking about? I legit have no idea what you're talking about~~
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Nuh.
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Different time zones, homie :3
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You really, REALLY overestimate my skill level homie.
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For now.
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You're wrong, but thanks for the trust in my skills anyways!!!
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BRO COOKED
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~~NTR~~
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~~God, not looking forward to the Viviana / Nearl one if I'm gonna be spammed by THOSE comments. Also don't expect that one for ages. I need to improve a LOT to tackle that one... More time for you to find a LTG Mlynar :3~~
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~~It's not too late to change your mind and keep them Vanilla. There's still time to turn back. Either way, my hater comments will still be waiting.~~
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~~BRO NO WAY I HELL I WOULD EVER DO NTR I just fear people would roast me for NOT doing NTR both because of the joke and because of Arturia~~
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I'm calling Namie
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Original format was doctor describing sex. This is literally just smut(god bless)
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And this is both of them describing sex :3
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You should consider also putting this on Ao3 or another fanfiction site :O
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Its not, its her revenge xD
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