Just... her mother's child. Not sibling. Just... another child of the mother who found Lyra and claimed her and helped her sing a new body for herself. That they aren't siblings in this moment of the writing means a lot to me. I... need these to not be automatic like every other relationship.

Is that a... cluster of 50-70 asteroids with what the sensors describe as having an unusual composition hurtling towards my fleet? With a lil research station at the heart... time for an extremely ill advised landing.

Okay, I'm at 4,000 words. Time to actually load up Delphinium's save and give myself time to play in the sandbox as her. She's through her independent hauler days and finally starting to engage w/ the Hedgemony as a commissioned officer. Really I just want her to have a toxic falling out.

I am normal about the dynamic of tenderness offered by a hardened captain of an armored low tech vessel to a refined high tech captain who relies on optimized flux grids and energy shield distributions who isn't used to her vessel getting harmed at all. (She's also used to getting her way.)

Either that or it's the nanites working their way through your system to cover up the damage. I wouldn't know, I haven't antagonized a trans woman into shooting me and then confessing her feelings. I'm just following the horny ship captains in my head wherever they want to take their relationship.

Someone is spoiling me today. I discovered a Legion Kit hull mod in Starsector that gives my 6th Gen Strife Wanzers shields. Like... physical shields painted in Diable Avionics red w/ 600 hull and 150 ARMOR. (most point defense weapons are like... fragmentation damage and get penalties vs armor.)

"She's a 10, but she will demand you serve The Greater Good."

I know Ayre is like... a simplified Jill drawing from a lot of the same emotions and intended to be more gentle, hesitant, and sympathetic. But Jill reads like she actually wants to kill newly added family members with every fiber of her being. Being in her head lately is a whole fucking mood.

Sometimes a cutie's words go straight to a dragon's head. I shall simply become ✨️insufferable✨️

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Deneb acquired~! Punkin pay dispute... satisfied? Look, I'm not going to interrupt when girls that look exactly like each other through the use of a glamour are fighting.

I made that example for no reason in particular other than I'm then audience who wants to build-play not 1 complex chacter... but between 4 and 12 of them.

I've never seen this moment before. I also am coming to enjoy how a certain Sybil sister has joined Canopus in being a reliable background character watching out for Denam.

*shudders* This was... unpleasant. I'll rewind the clock. Promise. Just rest, for now.

Oh, Nybeth. An opportunity to put Vyce into the ground myself? You shouldn't have.

Ah. I'm being confronted with the corpses I've left in my wake. Thank you, Tactics Ogre. I'm sure this will be healthy for all of us.

Finally resuming my chapter 4 save of Tactics Ogre Reborn. This is the first time in my life that I've had Galgastanni like me. Which means I get to take a shot at keeping Cressida alive and convincing her to join me.

I love videos game. My partner has been calling it Horizon's Gay for so long. The modder even mentioned their wife did the same. Also the game's red hearts that measure your health become pride hearts. Oop. I've used up all my Gay. *collapses*

Update: My car is now gay and trans. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 She's also got an all new steel frame and bumper.

Remember to feed your Dragon only the finest of combustible fuels. (Assuming your dragon has combustible breath sacs) I am enjoying Pacific Drive immensely.

I continue to love every single page of Lamentations of the Dead Dreamer. ❤️‍🩹

Found the most important reference material for actually resurrecting this as a writing project. The planned arcs, relationships, and foundational outlines of the characters.

I just... look at them. They're all so precious. Probably because some of the most important people in my life are in this iteration of these characters. It's important to me that however Jill's story unfolds, I want to keep some variation of this moment for them intact.

I just constantly find myself coming back to this little scene. These dorks? They feel like family to me. I always found myself drawn to and comfortable surrounded by other queer people, even if I couldn't figure out why I fit in. Jill exists because I wanted to capture that in words.

We gotta dye your hair Agrias. It's the only way.

I'm so glad artists exist 💖✨ Otherwise you would wander the digital book displays and find my silly little doodles of how I imagine book covers in my head to be 100% sure an indie writer made this with nothing but her free time and bottled up feelings. Then again, I'd buy this over anything w/ AI.

I promise you that was/were joke is incredibly relevant to the plot and everything that is happening to Cass throughout this story.

So far most of this cast has the appearance of being in their thirties. 👉👈 (This is when I inform everyone that Vanessa is 130, right? What's a 100 year age gap between slow burn love interests?)

Like, c'mon. I'm not here to just list out everyone's ages. What's a number when I can give you a glimpse into where they are in their life compared to Cass?

Me, awake late at night, mumbling about keeping a reference document on characters in my Cass story. So what? *gives your collar a tug* I need you to understand that it reads like Cass's uninterrupted chain of thoughts about the people in her life, including words that have stuck in Cass's head.