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The False Oracles, part 3

Part 1, part 2, part 3(and another story featuring them!)

The Oracles glared at him again, and this time, he glared back. Daphne shifted her ranger to sit between two squares. Wordlessly, Liam took his turn. He sighed when it showed a sigil, full of curves and geometric shapes.

  "Σ̶̯͍̣̟͇̣͕͉͕̪̪̣͇̃̌̈́̀̌̂̈́̅̑̕͝ο̴̝̤̜̫̲͎̞̻̣̯̳͉͎̣̻͙̺̑̔̑̿͒̂̉͗̀̆́̀̐̀͘͜͝͝β̸̡̛̣̈́͂̂͊̀̀̈́̈́͗̄̔̕̚̚͝͝͠͝ἀ̷̨̍̽͌̃̔̈̊̕ρ̷̙̣̮̟̫̰̅͒̏͂ά̸̨̬͖͓̖̯̮͚̩̰́̃̊͝?̸̬̼̲̋̓̄͛̊͆̎̆͋͋̀̚͜͠͝ ̸̡̜̻̪̩̞͉͕̞̆͑͌̊͆̈́́̊̐̌̔̍̈͂̎̒̾͊͌͝Ό̵̡̡̲̫͚͈͚̯̖̫̥̂̊̒͐̓́́̂͜ͅχ̴͓̞̲̹̬͖̺̜͕̰̱̜̳̉͗̅̾͛̀̋̅͐̇̃̈́͝͝ι̵̨̧̜̞͔̤͇͈͇͉̼͐̀̇͂̓͗̽̽̾͆̈̀́̾͘͘͠͝ ̸̢̳̤̦͖͙̉̈̋͂̂̿̎ᾀ̴̘̘̫̪̗̯̰̱̲̱͙͇̫̍̅͘ͅῡ̴̧̢͇̣̞̪̟͈̥͈͎͇̬̣̈́τ̸͖̮͉̞͓̲̳͉̖̥̊̈́̃͂̈́̍ό̵̢͎̝̘̞͕̯̗͙̤̗̰̰̠͕̱͕̋͛̈́́̏͛̏̚ͅͅͅ ̵̡̼̝͛̍́̆̃͘π̵̡̡̡̟͓̦̲̬̥͓̝̺̙͉̘̥̦̊͊̓̇ͅͅά̵̙͓̰͔̟͉̝̄͠λ̴̧̢̤̠̘̯͕̝̟̤͚̞̞̼̘̣̪̆͒̾̓̉̏̾̾̉ι̷̢̰̜̞̠̮̼͖̩͐̒͌̃̊̎͐́̉̊͋̄̎̉͌̕ ̵̛̛͇͚̩͉̄̎̃͗̀̈́̇̃͆̊͝ͅ ̶̧̨̥̼̠͇̗̈̀̅͘ ," Liam said irritatedly.

Remington stared at him, horrified. "What did you just say?"

"Are you deaf? I said, Σ̶̯͍̣̟͇̣͕͉͕̪̪̣͇̃̌̈́̀̌̂̈́̅̑̕͝ο̴̝̤̜̫̲͎̞̻̣̯̳͉͎̣̻͙̺̑̔̑̿͒̂̉͗̀̆́̀̐̀͘͜͝͝β̸̡̛̣̈́͂̂͊̀̀̈́̈́͗̄̔̕̚̚͝͝͠͝ἀ̷̨̍̽͌̃̔̈̊̕ρ̷̙̣̮̟̫̰̅͒̏͂ά̸̨̬͖͓̖̯̮͚̩̰́̃̊͝?̸̬̼̲̋̓̄͛̊͆̎̆͋͋̀̚͜͠͝ ̸̡̜̻̪̩̞͉͕̞̆͑͌̊͆̈́́̊̐̌̔̍̈͂̎̒̾͊͌͝Ό̵̡̡̲̫͚͈͚̯̖̫̥̂̊̒͐̓́́̂͜ͅχ̴͓̞̲̹̬͖̺̜͕̰̱̜̳̉͗̅̾͛̀̋̅͐̇̃̈́͝͝ι̵̨̧̜̞͔̤͇͈͇͉̼͐̀̇͂̓͗̽̽̾͆̈̀́̾͘͘͠͝ ̸̢̳̤̦͖͙̉̈̋͂̂̿̎ᾀ̴̘̘̫̪̗̯̰̱̲̱͙͇̫̍̅͘ͅῡ̴̧̢͇̣̞̪̟͈̥͈͎͇̬̣̈́τ̸͖̮͉̞͓̲̳͉̖̥̊̈́̃͂̈́̍ό̵̢͎̝̘̞͕̯̗͙̤̗̰̰̠͕̱͕̋͛̈́́̏͛̏̚ͅͅͅ ̵̡̼̝͛̍́̆̃͘π̵̡̡̡̟͓̦̲̬̥͓̝̺̙͉̘̥̦̊͊̓̇ͅͅά̵̙͓̰͔̟͉̝̄͠λ̴̧̢̤̠̘̯͕̝̟̤͚̞̞̼̘̣̪̆͒̾̓̉̏̾̾̉ι̷̢̰̜̞̠̮̼͖̩͐̒͌̃̊̎͐́̉̊͋̄̎̉͌̕ ̵̛̛͇͚̩͉̄̎̃͗̀̈́̇̃͆̊͝ͅ ̶̧̨̥̼̠͇̗̈̀̅͘ . How hard is that to understand?"

"I- You know what? Nevermind. I give up," Remington said. Liam scoffed and put his figurine on its head, before passing the die to Gloria.

She did not throw the die so much as drop it on the table with an exaggerated disinterest. “2," she announced, and moved her rogue accordingly.

"Finally, something normal," Remington murmured under his breath. 

"I need to draw a card," Gloria said, looking at the tile beneath her rogue. Angel pulled a card out of her sleeve and gave it over. "That's nice. The next person's turn is skipped. Sucks to be you, Olive." Olive glared at her, and she gave a small grin in return.

"Right, then," Rhonda said, already throwing the die. "Oh, it's a 7. How unfortunat-"

"I need to draw a card," Gloria said, looking at the tile beneath her rogue. Angel pulled a card out of her sleeve and gave it over. "That's nice. The next person's turn is skipped. Sucks to be you, Olive." Olive glared at her, and she gave a small grin in return.

"Right, then," Rhonda said, already throwing the die. "Oh, it's a 7. How unfortunat-"

"I need to draw a card," Gloria said, looking at the tile beneath her rogue. Angel pulled a card out of her sleeve and gave it over. "That's nice. The next person's turn is skipped. Sucks to be you, Olive." Olive glared at her, and she gave a small grin in return.

"Right, then," Rhonda said, already throwing the die. "Oh, it's a 6. How lucky for me!" She beamed at a very confused Remington.

"Quit it, Rhonda," Olive snapped. "That is cheating and you know it."

Rhonda gave a theatrical sigh. "Come on, Ollie girl," she mimicked Olive's accent, "It's called making the most of your assets."

"This is why you always play last," Olive countered. "Your 'ass-sets' are a pain in the ass."

Despite herself, Rhonda let out a chuckle. "That was terrible," she said, grinning. "But I promise not to do it again. At least not for the duration of this game." Turning to Remington, she offered up the die. "Your turn again, honey."

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@leahnardo-da-veggie Somehow this reminded me of Hash and Hans-el, feels like some insane dialog that'd be said to one of them about the other

i could smell your boytoy coming from down the road. Wretched little rotted morsel of a thing, may he fall to time and become carrion

[illarian-rambling]

Legally, I can't pick a favorite among my ocs, but I will say I'm glad Avymere has themself a dedicated fan (:

What's better than having Avymere brainrot on your own? Transmitting it to someone else! @mk-writes-stuff not only made my week with their awesome comments on MG2, but xe also gifted me with my first colored drawing of Avymere AND a whole fanfic! Fanfic!!! The way my brain is still spinning from knowing someone else out there enjoys torturing this elf just as much as I do <3

Anyways, it's so awesome, I had to share it :)

(Spoilers for MG1 and 2, tw for suffocation. Mild suffocation? Regardless, this is set on the first day after Avymere and co. escape from Vermir's demiplane) (It really captures the utter pain and desperation of their situation 🤌) (And if you like pain and suffering, go check out Pirate's Roost on Ao3, there's pain and suffering and also hope and recovery aplenty!)

And, of course, the art <3

This is a before-and-after for the plot of MG2. As you can see, I did bro dirty. MK did them right though, just look at the details around the eyes and the patterning on the coat! It's so wonderful to have an actual colored picture of them!

I'm actually beyond flattered by all of this, I really don't know what to say other than thank you. I think seeing your characters live and breathe in someone else's mind is the highest praise a writer can receive, so thank you again, it truly means so much <3

Hopefully I'll be able to repay you by getting MG3 out soon, cause trust me, I ain't letting our favorite royal bastard catch their breath either >:3

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[illarian-rambling]

the cool thing about writing is that if you finish the book you get a free book at the end

[illarian-rambling]

i hate looking at the thermometer and seeing some fuckass number like 2

[illarian-rambling]

What's better than having Avymere brainrot on your own? Transmitting it to someone else! @mk-writes-stuff not only made my week with their awesome comments on MG2, but xe also gifted me with my first colored drawing of Avymere AND a whole fanfic! Fanfic!!! The way my brain is still spinning from knowing someone else out there enjoys torturing this elf just as much as I do <3

Anyways, it's so awesome, I had to share it :)

(Spoilers for MG1 and 2, tw for suffocation. Mild suffocation? Regardless, this is set on the first day after Avymere and co. escape from Vermir's demiplane) (It really captures the utter pain and desperation of their situation 🤌) (And if you like pain and suffering, go check out Pirate's Roost on Ao3, there's pain and suffering and also hope and recovery aplenty!)

And, of course, the art <3

This is a before-and-after for the plot of MG2. As you can see, I did bro dirty. MK did them right though, just look at the details around the eyes and the patterning on the coat! It's so wonderful to have an actual colored picture of them!

I'm actually beyond flattered by all of this, I really don't know what to say other than thank you. I think seeing your characters live and breathe in someone else's mind is the highest praise a writer can receive, so thank you again, it truly means so much <3

Hopefully I'll be able to repay you by getting MG3 out soon, cause trust me, I ain't letting our favorite royal bastard catch their breath either >:3

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[illarian-rambling]

Any day I get to put microbiology in my worldbuilding is a good day B)

🦠 - What kinds of diseases exist in your world? What treatments (if any) do they have?

I did have a feeling you’d pick this one, but I also wanted to hear your answer so I’m not too upset to be right :)

Happy WBW!

Hey, so, it's probably not surprising that I have a few overly-detailed diseases in my world. The big three I've mentioned are sorcerer’s poison (a non-transmitable form of cancer sorcerers can develop after overexposure to rotting magic, aka radiation), aderin flu (a viral infection endemic to the Janazi Archipelago and common on ships), and whistler's pox (a bacterial infection endemic to the continent of Iarl and known for its lengthy incubation period). Because I'm a bacteria type of gal, let's focus on whistler's pox.

Whistler's pox is a lysogenic bacteria, meaning it can hide in cells for a good while before actually causing symptoms. Usually, symptoms develop two months to a year after exposure. It's spread through fluid contact - blood, saliva, feces, etc. - and is generally known to be an exclusively human disease, no animals effected.

The bacteria produces a toxin that causes necrosis of the skin. This results in lesions, which help to spread the disease, and rotting extremities. Such open wounds leave people vulnerable to other opportunistic infections, and victims will frequently lose their noses, ears, fingers, and even entire limbs. The problem with whistler's pox is that it takes a while to get into the bloodstream, so this rotting phase can last for years at most. However, once it does make it into the blood, it will quickly head towards the cardiovascular system and begin to cause lesions there. This is where the name of the disease comes from; once it starts on the lungs, the breath is accompanied by an unmistakable whistling sound. Once this stage begins, the victim has weeks to live. In their final days, they experience fever, confusion, diarrhea, vomiting, and violent coughing fits.

So yeah, not pretty! As for treatment, Illaros doesn't have any proper antibiotics yet, so there's not much people can do. Victims are usually placed in sanatoriums, which range from actually decent places to blood-smeared cesspits. There's about a 60% chance that an able-bodied person will be able to clear the rotting stage with proper hydration and cleaning of wounds, though they will almost always be left disfigured and it's not unlikely for someone in the rotting phase to succumb to a secondary infection. However, if the disease makes it to the lungs, it's almost always fatal. Whistler's pox is often spread in poor communities with unclean water, and it's also a common nosocomial (frequently found in hospitals) disease due to all the bodily fluid contact. Its r0 is 2-3, putting it between HIV and ebola in terms of how transmissible it is.

Another phenomenon associated with whistler's pox are whistler colonies. Unlike real-world leper colonies, whistler colonies are discouraged by most authorities and almost always form in some underground capacity. See, a lot of sanatoriums really suck, and most victims of whistler's pox will live for months to years with the disease if they even succumb at all. Ergo, a good chunk of people with whistler's pox will strike out on their own, forming their own communities, and taking care of the sickest among them. The largest whistler colony is in the sewers of the Skolander city of Landanium. It functions pretty much as a gang, extorting protection money from nearby communities and running rings of pickpockets. They're known as one of the most brutal organizations on the streets of Landanium, but in their eyes, they've got nothing else to live for and no reason to be kind to the people who turn their noses up at the sight of their faces.

Anyways, can you tell I'm taking medical microbiologist this semester? Thanks for the ask!

[illarian-rambling]

🦠 - What kinds of diseases exist in your world? What treatments (if any) do they have?

I did have a feeling you’d pick this one, but I also wanted to hear your answer so I’m not too upset to be right :)

Happy WBW!

Hey, so, it's probably not surprising that I have a few overly-detailed diseases in my world. The big three I've mentioned are sorcerer’s poison (a non-transmitable form of cancer sorcerers can develop after overexposure to rotting magic, aka radiation), aderin flu (a viral infection endemic to the Janazi Archipelago and common on ships), and whistler's pox (a bacterial infection endemic to the continent of Iarl and known for its lengthy incubation period). Because I'm a bacteria type of gal, let's focus on whistler's pox.

Whistler's pox is a lysogenic bacteria, meaning it can hide in cells for a good while before actually causing symptoms. Usually, symptoms develop two months to a year after exposure. It's spread through fluid contact - blood, saliva, feces, etc. - and is generally known to be an exclusively human disease, no animals effected.

The bacteria produces a toxin that causes necrosis of the skin. This results in lesions, which help to spread the disease, and rotting extremities. Such open wounds leave people vulnerable to other opportunistic infections, and victims will frequently lose their noses, ears, fingers, and even entire limbs. The problem with whistler's pox is that it takes a while to get into the bloodstream, so this rotting phase can last for years at most. However, once it does make it into the blood, it will quickly head towards the cardiovascular system and begin to cause lesions there. This is where the name of the disease comes from; once it starts on the lungs, the breath is accompanied by an unmistakable whistling sound. Once this stage begins, the victim has weeks to live. In their final days, they experience fever, confusion, diarrhea, vomiting, and violent coughing fits.

So yeah, not pretty! As for treatment, Illaros doesn't have any proper antibiotics yet, so there's not much people can do. Victims are usually placed in sanatoriums, which range from actually decent places to blood-smeared cesspits. There's about a 60% chance that an able-bodied person will be able to clear the rotting stage with proper hydration and cleaning of wounds, though they will almost always be left disfigured and it's not unlikely for someone in the rotting phase to succumb to a secondary infection. However, if the disease makes it to the lungs, it's almost always fatal. Whistler's pox is often spread in poor communities with unclean water, and it's also a common nosocomial (frequently found in hospitals) disease due to all the bodily fluid contact. Its r0 is 2-3, putting it between HIV and ebola in terms of how transmissible it is.

Another phenomenon associated with whistler's pox are whistler colonies. Unlike real-world leper colonies, whistler colonies are discouraged by most authorities and almost always form in some underground capacity. See, a lot of sanatoriums really suck, and most victims of whistler's pox will live for months to years with the disease if they even succumb at all. Ergo, a good chunk of people with whistler's pox will strike out on their own, forming their own communities, and taking care of the sickest among them. The largest whistler colony is in the sewers of the Skolander city of Landanium. It functions pretty much as a gang, extorting protection money from nearby communities and running rings of pickpockets. They're known as one of the most brutal organizations on the streets of Landanium, but in their eyes, they've got nothing else to live for and no reason to be kind to the people who turn their noses up at the sight of their faces.

Anyways, can you tell I'm taking medical microbiologist this semester? Thanks for the ask!

[illarian-rambling]

okay so in my culture we burn paper copies of real things (phones, money, houses, etc) to send it to the afterlife for our dead relatives.

How would the ability to do that impact the Starbreaker crew's trip, if this gifting was one way only? (IE they can't send requests for stuff over to Illaros)

Injecting this into Illari culture would have... interesting effects, but let's get to it!

So, if the crew is relying on gifts from still living family members, they're relying on Kaulakri. Faalgun burned all his bridges before he died, so he might get a few little baubles here and there, but not 20 years after he died, which is when he's with the Starbreaker. Nyda's family is long dead and she also wasn't very close with them. Pash had no family, and no fae would ever do something like give the dead a gift regardless. Anarac’s been dead the longest out of any of them and the way he left... it's doubtful anyone would send him anything even if his people weren't extinct. But Kaulakri died only a year ago and has a close-knit, loving family. She's probably getting a nice collection of research journals, fresh fish, potted plants, and anything else she liked in life on a weekly basis. Perhaps not the most useful things for a mapping expedition of the planets, but they'd improve morale significantly.

And while they can't send gifts back to Illaros by way of burning them, they could theoretically send a letter. It'd take a while, but when the Flying City swings by Daramakt, if they left a letter and money, someone might take it back to Illaros. I doubt it'd help - Nyda's family is gone, Faalgun would refuse to ask any of his friends for anything, and no letter is making it's way into the Next-Door-Land for anyone Pash might know. Anarac might be able to send a letter to Izjik so long as Kaulakri writes it, since Anarac only knows how to write in a dead language. If it by some miracle makes its way to her, she'd probably send them some food, new clothes, and furniture.

Thanks for the ask!

[illarian-rambling]

What brings me joy is making my characters live and breathe. They're almost like real people to me, and the moment someone else reaches out to say "This song makes me think of X" or "Would X like mint ice cream?" it absolutely makes my day (:

I want to share some positivity with my fellow writeblrs. Especially those struggling with self-doubt and the inner critic that tries to suck the fun away from writing.

So, I encourage everyone to share what makes them unapologetically happy about their writing.

What brings me a lot of joy is weaving character arcs together and taking them on a journey that changes them fundamentally as a character. What also makes me happy is adding a sprinkle of comedy in serious romantic scenes to ease the tension a little.

[illarian-rambling]

The False Oracles, part 3

Part 1, part 2 (and another story featuring them!)

He settled back down in his seat. "What game?"

"The one we set up, of course. We can't help you without your own input," she said. "Pick your avatar, won't you?"

He looked down at the board. Little plastic figurines were lined up at its edge. He grasped a little warrior, who held his sword up. "This one," he said, feeling the rightness of it.

"Lawful Good. What else would you expect?" Gloria shook her head in disappointment. "I choose Chaotic Neutral." She picked up a rogue, careful not to prick herself on its dagger.

"That makes me Neutral Evil, then," Olive noted. "It's a cute little thing, is it not?" She smiled at the cloaked sorcerer.

"Alright! I get Chaotic Good!" Rhonda snatched the bard from its place.

"Wait, what's going on? What do you mean, Lawful Good?" Rinather stared at his figure. "What exactly is this meant to determine?"

Next to him, Liam let out another theatrical sigh. "Lawful Evil, and it's your alignment. It determines the sort of person you are." He regarded the dark paladin with a measure of satisfaction.

"Wait, so you're evil?" Rinather glared at him. "How can anyone willingly be evil?"

"The same way someone can willingly be good. It's just a preference, a matter of how we were raised. The true question is Lawful and Chaotic. The rules may differ, but people will either follow them or break them. You and I? We follow the rules, whether we like them or not." He sighed. "Which is why I'm stuck with these imbeciles."

By this time, he knew better than to ask questions. He simply turned to watch Daphne. She scrutinised the row. "I think I'll be Neutral Good this time." She picked up a Ranger, whose bow was ready to fire. "Chaotic Evil was fun and all, but I think this fits me better. Don't you?" She beamed at Gloria.

"I told you to stop switching your alignment. You're going to go out of character," Gloria said chidingly. "And that would damage the fourth wall."

"The thing that is damaging the fourth wall the most is your talk about it," Olive said, rolling her eyes. "Angel, get in here! We cannot start without you."

A woman came out of the room, holding a bowl of popcorn. Rinather met her eyes and his heart skipped a beat. She had soft features, plump lips, and silky dark hair that fell in tresses. But the most startling thing about her was her eyes. They were dark pools of night, and they reeled him in like a fish on a line. 

"I will be True Neutral, as I always am," Angel said, sweeping to her end of the sofa. She set her bowl down and plucked the sage up. "Now, let us begin." With a sweep, she discarded the unchosen figures.

"Place your avatars on the starting line," Angel commanded. "Rin, throw the dice."

Rinather wanted to protest against being called Rin, but subsided under the force of Angel’s cold stare. He picked up the die and threw it. It rolled a 7. "How? There's only six sides to this thing," he said, confused.

"It's magic, silly," Rhonda said, laughing. "Seven represents suffering and loss. It's her number." She made a face and moved the warrior seven steps. It sat on an empty square. 

"My turn!" Daphne reached out and snatched the die from Rhonda's fingers. She threw it. "π? Seriously? Ugh, that sucks," she said, glaring at the unassuming cube.

"How do you move pi steps? That makes no sense," Rinather whined. "If this is a joke, it's getting a bit old."

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@seastarblue, @wyked-ao3, @bookwormclover, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @aalinaaaaaa

@the-letterbox-archives, @gioiaalbanoart (Anyone else who wants to get added can tell me in the comments, pm me, or send me an ask about it!)

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we should call it this again

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I shit you not, absolutely nothing motivates me to write like this specific track from Kung-Fu goddamn Panda

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Ooo yeah I can see the resemble between Liam and Ivander, ouch 😭

Good news: Writer's block (temporarily) defeated! Here's a snippet I enjoyed writing, feat the Oracles (I've got Liam brainrot again. He was my favourite character for a while. My tortured all-seeing blorbo. I'm gonna shut up now before I embarrass myself.)

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Once upon a time, there was a man named Liam. He had several problems, all of which came down to a single factor: he was trapped in the wrong body.

It bulged where it should not, and leaked at all the wrong times. Where his manhood should have been, there was only smoothness. Where hair, or at least spiky stubble, should have sprouted, there was nothing. It grated at him constantly, to be seen as something he was not. And as he went through the motions of his monotonous morning, he came to a conclusion: He had to do something. He could not continue living life as a not-man, in a not-man's body, wearing not-man clothes.

He had to be who he really was.

“Before you get the wrong idea, let me just say: it's not what you're thinking. I was a robot, understand? A robot. Made of metal. I leaked motor oil. The bulges were my fans. Not- whatever you were thinking of. Okay?”

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Rhonda laughed, a deep and honeyed sound. “This, my dear readers, is what we call a transgender allegory. Since our main character appears to be refusing to acknowledge this, I have taken it upon myself to highlight this, for those of you who may be lacking in the critical thinking department.”

Liam gritted his teeth, but did not deny it.

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I mean, if Mashal is good at anything, it's making friends with bitter and sarcastic people

Good news: Writer's block (temporarily) defeated! Here's a snippet I enjoyed writing, feat the Oracles (I've got Liam brainrot again. He was my favourite character for a while. My tortured all-seeing blorbo. I'm gonna shut up now before I embarrass myself.)

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Once upon a time, there was a man named Liam. He had several problems, all of which came down to a single factor: he was trapped in the wrong body.

It bulged where it should not, and leaked at all the wrong times. Where his manhood should have been, there was only smoothness. Where hair, or at least spiky stubble, should have sprouted, there was nothing. It grated at him constantly, to be seen as something he was not. And as he went through the motions of his monotonous morning, he came to a conclusion: He had to do something. He could not continue living life as a not-man, in a not-man's body, wearing not-man clothes.

He had to be who he really was.

“Before you get the wrong idea, let me just say: it's not what you're thinking. I was a robot, understand? A robot. Made of metal. I leaked motor oil. The bulges were my fans. Not- whatever you were thinking of. Okay?”

***

Rhonda laughed, a deep and honeyed sound. “This, my dear readers, is what we call a transgender allegory. Since our main character appears to be refusing to acknowledge this, I have taken it upon myself to highlight this, for those of you who may be lacking in the critical thinking department.”

Liam gritted his teeth, but did not deny it.

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🕯️-𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙊𝙏𝙋 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚?

Ok so "OTP" implies to me that this is the scent of two people together, but as a candle... I can work with this. To the Yankee Candle website!

Astra/Mashal would be some sort of cinnamon vanilla. Cinnamon for Astra because she's fiery and aggressive, vanilla for Mashal because he's more easily-overlooked, but incredibly rare and valuable in the grand scheme of things. All together, they're a sweet scent with some spicy zing.

Nyda/Kaulakri are cedar and verbena, so a more earthy scent. Nyda is cedar because of her connection to the cedar forests of Nabafyr, while Kaulakri can be a little sour, but quite invigorating, so she gets verbena. Combined, they aren't as sweet as Astra and Mashal, but there's a sense of greater depths to be explored.

Thanks for the ask!

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