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I have a bluesky. I post my thoughts there sometimes. @all-consuming-sea.bsky.social
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Fauna entry I've written. Yummer.
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The Lawn of Pests
"The frail thing calculated. Pondered, as pests do. He knew he'd die, but was it today or tomorrow, or the day after, as hard as that distant time was to imagine?"
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[...] It probably is a duck.
"The complete focus of a greater being like the ugly duckling was dangerous. Sometimes, it killed. Sometimes, it turned whoever disturbed her into a foul thing.
And sometimes, it did absolutely nothing at all."
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The Gastric Wars
"Everyone knew, from the lowest cadet to the highest general: Extinction was their just desserts. In a decade or two, the great filter known as “World Hunger” would swallow all. "
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Office Discordia: Zero-Player Tic-Tac-Toe Paradox
"They were just games. There's no solace within this odd kinship of forgotten entertainment, no special comfort. Maybe she was always just meant to be a mine-sweeper sort of person."
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Thyman Disease
To most, those who improve their psychic skills to the height of performance are people to be admired. Respected. Feared.
To doctors, those are new disease vectors.
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Yesterday, I dreamed that I was a seagull
"If you asked her this same question nowadays, you'd get shot. You shouldn't ask a pirate stupid questions.
Don't be stupid around Kavi "Meteor Shower" Malkry."
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Fixed a few posts. Only now I've realized that posting walls of text on tumblr is not the way to go and I'm a little embarassed lol. From now on every piece of writing will link to ao3.
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Electoral Cycle at Asphodel Town
"Whoever named the place Asphodel town is long gone, but the name stuck, and it’s one of the better watering holes and neutral grounds a pirate could pick. Better by far than the ones that’ll kill you on approach for being with the wrong faction, or seize your ship and sell you to slavers if you don’t give them a reason not to.
Too bad it only takes a single idiot to screw things up for everyone."
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Office Discordia: Or How A Single Speck of Sand is Somehow More Meaningless Than Other Specks of Sand at the Beach.
"She asks again if anyone actually, genuinely cares about her. He offers his condolences. Fuck."
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The Nightly Crawl of Nobody in Particular.
"I'm a friend of your mother." He says smugly, confidently. "Or the friend of a friend." He touches your shoulder, as his neck lowers and his head tilts, the better for him to see you. "So, in a way, we're already acquaintances, wouldn't you agree? No need for introductions."
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