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The Arc of Ascension, Fragment e12,1: It's Just Too Useful To Avoid
[14 Oct 2018|06:12pm]

[ mood | amused ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Fragment e12,1: It's Just Too Useful To Avoid

solarbird and bzarcher

"Snips and snails and puppy dog tails - but what are little Gods made of?"

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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a new meta-work
[13 Oct 2018|11:13pm]

I've got a history of people saying variations on, "I didn't want to start this story because it looked too scary/dark, but omg I'm glad I finally did and wish I had a long time ago" and that's... kind of frustrating?

So in response, I've put together a meta collection of summaries for my various stories, including collaborative works with bzarcher. For the longer (and scarier-looking/darker) pieces, the entries start about progressions of tone and theme, and then beccome more spoilery as they go, so people can stop at whatever comfort level they feel is best, and hopefully have an easier time deciding whether to read or not.

I'd've done this a while ago, but there's no built-in functionality in AO3 to do that which does not also put spoilers in the way of people who aren't worried. And so eventually I decided this - and appropriately-placed links in story summaries - would do the job well enough.

This link goes to the table of contents, which is spoiler-free. Once you go to the individual description pages, though - spoilers, ahoy!

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all the things, she said
[09 Oct 2018|12:02pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

I've written a lot in the last year and a half, so here's a compilation post!

The Fear of Spiders continuity starts with on overcoming the fear of spiders, includes the short story series The Web of Time, and the sequel novel, Old Soldiers, still in progress.

The Gods and Monsters continuity starts with The Armourer and the Living Weapon (it diverges after chapter 25; it'll make sense if you read it), and continues with The Arc of Creation and The Arc of Ascension, still in progress.

The It's Not Easy To Explain, She Said series is a collection of short stories around a defecting Widowmaker. It's the lightest of my work.

The Manic Pixie Murder Machine series starts with what I thought was a one-off story, "I Could Murder A Chippie," but ended up continuing with "advice received while on a treadmill," and the in-progress work, And Just Like That, She Was Down.

"The Deadly Neurotoxin Homebrew Club" is a one-off Overwatch/Portal crack crossover.

I've also contributed to bzarcher's The Wizard Triumphant with Requiem, and to his Crypted AU with "Good For What Ails Ya."

There! Hopefully that's all of it. I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE. XD

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Old Soldiers, Chapter 24: Some Give and Some Take
[09 Oct 2018|09:52am]

[ mood | accomplished ]

The renegade Jack Morrison has bolted, with Ana Amari, to a hidey-hole he thinks no one knows about. Laticia Delgado thinks he's wrong - but wants something in return for her knowledge.

This chapter is worksafe. [AO3 link]


"He's gone?"

Laticia Delgado frowned as Gabe nodded.

"Surprised?"

"A little. I... it's..." She scratched at her head, concentration clear on her face. "He always acted like he was going to be... like he wanted to make us into something. I didn't think he'd just ... bolt, like that."

"He was always good at building a team," the former Blackwatch commander agreed. "Maybe he hoped to build one with you?"

"Maybe," she granted. "He..." She looked down, to her left. "He had a way of making you feel like... he was in charge, sure, but that he cared. That he'd take care of you." She looked back up. "But he was never one of us, you know? He..." She grunted, frustrated. "He always stood back, a bit. I thought it was just being a commander, yeh?"

"Some of it's exactly that," he confirmed. "You have to keep some distance."

"I know, but..." She stopped, and shook her head, clearly conflicted. "I kind of... liked him. But he... but then..."

"But then, Araceli."

"Yeah," she muttered. "Then that."

"Not having second thoughts, are you?" The old soldier gave her a sympathetic look. "You don't have to be there. Our friends can take care of this. They have," he chuckled, a bit grimly, "...experience."

She shook her head. "No. I'm just..." She set her expression and hunched her neck a little. "I guess I'm glad he's run. I mean, he's... away from my gang now. He's away from my friends. We can take him down and it's..." She stood up, suddenly, pacing. "They're good. They've, we've got ourselves out of all kinds of scrapes. And they can take care of themselves, believe me. But..."

She thought of Araceli's face melting, dissolving, into the monster that was Jack Morrison.

"...not against somebody like this. With them out of the picture... I know they aren't gonna get hurt now, you know? I might, but they..." A scowl crossed her face, and she stopped pacing. "This is out of their league."

Gabriel Reyes gave her a considering look. "Yeah," he said. "It is."

"It's out of my league, too. Isn't it."

"A week ago, I'd've said yes," he granted. "Now... honestly, I'm not so sure." He leaned back on the bench, with more than half a grin. "I like the way you think, kid, you know that?"

Laticia Delgado snorted. "I'm not a kid."

He raised an eyebrow - "When you're as old as I am, everybody's a kid" - and checked his watch. "They're gonna call us, soon. Brainstorm, try to figure out where he might've gone. I'm supposed to keep some distance between you and them, but I could push back if you want in on this."

She looked back and forth, a little, as she thought.

"Yeah," she said. "Push back. I might have some ideas."

-----


"Amélie?"

Widowmaker turned to the doctor, and gave her a little bit of a smile, perhaps a little bit more than she meant to, or thought she would, particularly given that not the slightest bit of it was anything less than entirely genuine. "Yes, Angela?"

"Do you have a moment?"

"For you?" The assassin gestured to another seat in the small room she and Lena had taken up as a remote office. "Of course."

"Thank you," Angela replied, as she closed the door behind her and sat down.

"Have you and Sombra had any breakthroughs in determining how to find and destroy that unfortunate video of the Captain's?"

"A little," the Swiss woman replied. "Now that I've given her better images of Ana, she's able to search more effectively for any sightings. But..."

She frowned.

"Have you considered how we got here?"

"I consider everything," the assassin answered, a you-know-better smirk on her lips.

"Of course. And I know that - if you're right - this has become important, now. But..."

"But... it didn't have to be?"

Angela hesitated, and then frowned her agreement, looking down, looking up, nodding at nothing in particular. "If... if Gabriel hadn't brought in that photo, if Lena had... just left Jack alone... none of this... none of this had to happen, did it?"

The spider smirked, but there was fondness in it. "If everything was completely different, then everything would be completely different, I think you are asking, no?"

"No," Angela replied, sharply, reconsidering it even as she did. "But... fine. Perhaps. But it's still true. Jack could've still been dead, as far as the world knew. Ana, as well. Eventually, he would've actually died - what he is would not prevent that, I don't think. Honestly, I am astounded he is still alive. The mice and rats did not last very long, but... well. He is human, and I cannot be sure of everything, regardless."

"I see," Amélie said. How... interesting, she thought. Perhaps that would solve our problem, eventually. But he'll last long enough, despite that.

Angela plowed ahead, heedless of Amélie's thoughts. "Instead, the Overwatch project is endangered almost as soon as it's been reborn. Jack has almost killed Lena in view of Ana, who almost certainly recorded both that and her revival, and might expose Talon and Overwatch both, and has... what she said to Fareeha, it is unforgivable, and..."

"And Lena is entirely willing to kill both of them, and eager to kill one, and you don't like thinking of her as being... like that. Like me."

"I..." The doctor sighed, and closed her eyes. "I... do not. I do not deny what she is - what you are. And I've never denied that I have also been a soldier, of sorts."

"It is not the same," the assassin stated, knowing it was not.

"It isn't. I like to... play one, with Fareeha. I joke about the Swiss military, and how we are all trained - and we are - but... now, we are here, and almost ready to move, and..."

"I understand, I think." Améliie gave her a thoughtful look, and leaned back, a bit, in her chair. "I can't tell you if he would never have begun to matter, eventually, even had none of this had happened. But..." She allowed herself a little bit of a laugh. "How many people would Jack have... absorbed... keeping himself alive, until he died? How many would he kill, or would Ana kill, trying to kill him?"

"We can't know."

"Similarly, we cannot know this. We cannot know how it would've gone, had Gabriel, and Lena, done nothing."

The doctor frowned. It seemed valid to her, but...

"And most of all, as far as I'm concerned - had none of this happened, would Fareeha have accepted your gift? Would I have received mine?"

Mercy shuddered, and closed her eyes. "...I know."

Ah, the spider smiled. There it is. She stood up from her small desk, walked around it, and knelt beside her friend, and, once, a little more. "Angela?"

The doctor looked up, eyes open, again.

"You do not need to feel guilty that you have benefited from this."

"But I do. I'm... all this has..." Angela shuddered again. She was so happy about everything Amélie mentioned, but the reasons, the why it had happened... it hurt. "It all hinges on killing - on assassinating - someone, Amélie. Someone who... used to be a friend, even if he has become something else. It's not what I am. But... Lena, and... you..."

"It depends upon assassinating someone - stopping someone, permanently - who has killed hundreds. Many, many people would consider it no less than overdue justice. You seemed to agree with that, back in... back at our previous stop."

"I did. I thought. As... as far as it goes. As long as we can spare Ana. But even if it's just him, I can't look away from what I'm doing. I won't."

"Knowing what Jack is, can you live with there being only one way, really, to stop him? Can you not live, after all, with that? Does benefitting from it make it so much worse?"

"It's hard. Everything I've ever done has been about stopping death, not about... dealing it."

"I know. But you will save lives, by helping us end his."

"That's different than... perhaps it is hypocritical of me," the doctor granted, "but it is different to helping do it."

"And yet, you were a field medic for Overwatch."

"And not for Blackwatch. Ever. That was why."

I see, Amélie thought. So she did draw that line, before. At least, insofar as she knew.

She reached over, and took Angela's hands in her own. "I wish," she said, after a moment's hesitation, "I wish... our world was more... compatible, with your ideals. I wish the lines could always be so clean. That my art, and Lena's art, were not so necessary."

Angela managed a sad little smile. Somehow, she thought, that helps. "Thank you. So do I."

"It is nothing. Talon is... pragmatic, in our own way. Gérard and I were even more so, which is why I know he would've understood what I did." She sighed. "This is the world we have, and we do what we think we must, for the best. But that doesn't mean I can't admit... sometimes, I wish, perhaps... that it wasn't."

"Even though... it is."

Amélie nodded, resolutely. "Even though it is."

"I've missed you," the angel said, looking into those golden eyes.

"I've missed you," her friend replied, those eyes soft, and warm.

"Let's not let it happen again, shall we?"

The blue assassin smiled a most un-spiderlike smile. "Never."

-----


"So you think you might know where he's gone, then?"

Lena looked at the young gangster sitting next to Gabe, across the display, her own image and voice disguised via software. Amélie sat across from her, at the same table, at her own display, her voice and image similarly distorted; Angela and Sombra watched, out of camera view, across the room.

"Not exactly. But he's got someplace down south." Laticia leaned forward, her image and her voice not disguised at all. "He never said where, but it's somewhere people won't go, and won't be found, at least, not easily."

"People stay away on their own?"

"I think so. And he can't be spotted from above."

Sounds about right, the junior assassin thought. "Well, it's a start. I don't suppose you have any more specific ideas..."

"'Course I do. But I want some promises."

The younger assassin smiled. "Fair enough. What?"

"I want in."

Lena blinked, surprised, face quizzical. "Wot? You want in with us? We're not recruiting, luv."

"No," the gangster dismissed, "I want in on taking him down. I want to be there. I want a shot."

Oh, Lena thought, unhappy at the suggestion. "Nope. That's for me. I've owed him for more, and for longer."

"You owe him for more? What do you know about it? He was on my side, and killed my last family."

Venom growled, now angry. "Yeh, well, he killed my..." she started, before biting her lip, stopping herself. No. She looked up at Amélie, across the table, who'd tilted her head just a little bit, her hands under her chin, giving her one of those looks, and Lena understood, Professionalism, she thought, and nodded. Control.

"You aren't us, and you aren't going to be - so you have to stay with Gabriel. Got that?"

Laticia nodded, knowing that few people who saw Talon agents in the field ever lived to tell about it. "Got it."

"But if your information checks out... then... if you get a shot... we won't stop you from taking it."

"If we're both there, I want to fire first."

Then I'll have t'make sure that doesn't happen, Venom thought. He's mine. But aloud, she said, "Then you can fire first. Deal?"

Lena watched as Gabe leaned in, and spoke, quietly, off microphone, with the Los Muertos gangster. She tracked Laticia's eyes as they flicked nervously from Gabriel, back to the camera and screen with Lena's distorted image, and back, and eventually, she nodded.

"Deal," she said, a little reluctantly. "Okay." She straightened a bit in her chair. "Here's what I know."

-----


"What," Venom asked, eyes alight, "is that?!"

Angela snorted, adjusting the 'horns' on her headset, securing them down into place. "You don't like it?"

"Gordon Bennett, there's a tail. There's a tail!" The assassin turned, calling down the hallway. "Amé, Sombra, c'mere - you have got to see this!"

Amélie arrived first. "What is the matter, aren't you..." She blinked, seeing, and smiled. "That... is a delight."

Sombra trailed in, behind her, and beamed. "Ah, la ángel - a demon? Or..."

"A devil, if you are to be particular about it," the Swiss doctor said, thinking, and if I am to be honest about it, as well. "A surprising amount of this is my basic kit, with the camouflage modes reprogrammed."

"I adore it," Lena said, finally finding her voice again. "Didn't think y'had it in you, luv!"

"I did," Widowmaker said, a knowing smile on her face.

"I could hardly go into this with my Overwatch colours, now could I? I can at least pretend someone has..." - she whirled her staff around, careful not to scrape it against the ceiling or floor - "stolen, or perhaps reverse-engineered, my technologies. It's far from a perfect solution, but..."

"I think it's pretty great, luv. And absolutely, I get it."

"You know, conjita, I have a lot of makeup, including temporary hair dye... want me to make the eyebrows match the rest?"

"Would you?"

"We have time, rápida?"

"Can you do it in ten minutes?"

"I can make her into a completely different person in ten minutes."

If only, Angela thought.

"Brilliant!" Venom chirped. "We'll finish loading up, and meet you outside!"

Angela almost nodded, but stopped, as Olivia grabbed her chin. "No, no, none of that. Let me work!" The hacker grinned. "Trust me. You're going to look amazing."

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favourite thing at vcon
[09 Oct 2018|12:47am]

[ mood | amused ]

I think my favourite thing at vcon this weekend was being Tracered up when one of the dealers threw a play on one of Lena's lines at me, so I went all French-accent and said "I am wearing my girlfriend's clothes" and she kind of squealed and it was pretty wonderful ♥ ♥ ♥

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The Arc of Ascension, Edda 12: The Crucible (a novelette, in four parts)
[08 Oct 2018|05:25pm]

[ mood | calm ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Edda 12: The Crucible

solarbird and bzarcher

As the war in Siberia escalates, the Concordat begins the first stage of their plans to assist the Russian people against the Omnium. But as the temperature rises on all sides, what will rise to the challenge - and what will, inevitably, be burned away?

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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Read this: How you _must_ deal with MAGA/Trump and Kavanaugh supporters
[04 Oct 2018|12:56pm]

[ mood | calm ]

I am copying and pasting this post - with permission - because the original post was locked, and they requested that I share it in this format. I know OP personally, and have for some time.

Read all of it - and particularly note the instructions in the last paragraph. My long history of doing that has saved me, several times.



This is going to be a rather personal post from me, but given the number of people I've seen on Facebook expressing extreme anxiety regarding Brett Kavanaugh and his supporters and apologists, I think it's necessary as many of you have been raised in environments that were completely alien to mine.

This post isn't really intended to provide comfort or solutions. It's simply intended to explain how things really are given that I'm a former extreme right-wing conservative. I was raised by an individual who was not once, but twice, clinically diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), which is exactly what afflicts Donald Trump (and presumably quite a few of his most ardent supporters). And her partner was basically a sycophant who mirrors many of Trump's enablers.

I've seen many posts where people ask if Trump and his supporters really enjoy the suffering of others. The simple answer is yes. But it goes deeper than that. Trump supporters enjoy your outrage. They feed off your outrage and it gives them energy and strength to reach for even greater extremes. When you ask Trump supporters how they can support such evil, heinous policies, they delight in your assumption of their inherent goodness. They're openly laughing at you when you do this. Simply put, they're emotional vampires, and trying to relate to these individuals on the same level as decent human beings is completely playing into their hands. They don't respect this kind of interaction. They think less of you for it. And they regard you as potential prey, even if they don't see an immediate opportunity to victimize you. I know how upsetting and bleak this may sound to someone reading this right now but as I noted above, I'm not making this post to comfort you. I'm posting this to simply tell you how it is, as I was one of these kinds of people a very long time ago. My entire career has been based on telling people how things are, and often they don't like the messenger, regardless of their belief system.

Having lived and survived in an environment dominated by NPD individuals in both personal and professional settings, there are several takeaways I would advise you to keep in mind. First, make it very clear to an NPD that you're not going to play on their level. They'll say things to upset you. Their way of interacting with you, their way of manipulating you, is totally dependent on that. Don't be emotional with them. Make it clear that you know that they're liars, that they're cheats. Be calm and stay in control as you tell them that. And add that because that they lack empathy, you regard them as inanimate objects. I invite you to use that very term with them, because I have. And more often than not, they laughed and immediately disengaged with me and sought another victim. Or they would lose control of the situation when they realized I was onto them.

Secondly, if the opportunity arises, make sure that these NPD individuals experience immediate, measurable consequences as a direct result of their attempt to victimize you. Make clear to their sycophants and apologists that you won't forget where they stood in the situation and that you won't ever forget. I personally engaged in this kind of, for lack of a better term, warfare over a period of decades with members of my own family, as well as my political opponents in my state. So be prepared for a very long battle. Many of these individuals think they can wait you out. Make sure you include this in your calculus. When you reengage with them, be punctual, avoid hesitation.

After this is all over, these individuals will try to reengage you again. They'll pretend that none of this had transpired. They'll gaslight you and try to convince you that you don't remember history as it actually happened. Save the receipts. I personally know of several individuals who I used to regard as friends who have already taken to scrubbing their social media histories so that no one will ever know that they enthusiastically supported Donald Trump and the darkest, most evil of his dehumanizing policies. Take screen shots. Save them for posterity. And when the time is right, make sure they know that you haven't forgotten and be clear that you will ensure others also will never forget. Always remember, this is to the grave. So be strong. Be resolute. You will be surprised over time how many new friends you will make along the way.

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The Arc of Ascension, Fragment s11,3: We Don't Want To Miss Our Flight
[30 Sep 2018|06:45pm]

[ mood | okay ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Fragment s11,3: We Don't Want To Miss Our Flight

solarbird and bzarcher

The Concordat has opened many doors - including some thought shut forever. And with new opportunities, there are always people hoping to follow them to a better life.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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The Arc of Ascension, Fragment s11,2: Vesuvius, Alight
[30 Sep 2018|06:14pm]

[ mood | silly ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Fragment s11,2: Vesuvius, Alight

solarbird and bzarcher

Angela helps Lena and Fareeha put up a comms tower, and Lena learns something Fareeha wishes she hadn't.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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this game is so weird sometimes
[29 Sep 2018|11:29am]

[ mood | still hyper ]

So last night, yeh? Comp. Lijiang Tower. I'm Pharah, we win in the garden, but barely - honestly, I'm surprised we win it. Then Night Market, and we're utterly crushed. It's the kind of thing where I go in with a barrage, kill four, and we still don't take the point.

So I change to D.va in Control Centre because our one tank switches off, and as we're in initial contest for the point, somebody drops.

But I realise we're 5 on 3 at that point because a couple of us are on comms and coordinating and go we can take this point. we can because at that point we should and I just want a moral victory.

And we do, right? We should, we're 5 on 3. But... then we just cruise. It's not even close. Suddenly we own them on every level, despite being down one. They can take the point from us briefly with ult stacks, but we retake it immediately next push, every time.

The amount of shrieking on the other team must've been truly legendary.

And... I still just can't get over the clear and obvious fact that we were a dramatically better team one player down than we were with a full stack, when the player who dropped was not an obvious griefer.

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stupid hardware
[26 Sep 2018|12:48pm]

[ mood | busy ]

Due to stupid reasons, I find myself in possession of a WebTV from 199...6ish? 1998 maybe? It's Philips. I also have a second one, a second generation model, from the same person. I also have the wireless keyboard and remote.

Does anyone know an old-tech youtube person (or anything of the sort) that would want these for some video - or to hack?

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it's been quite a week and it's only tuesday
[25 Sep 2018|01:18pm]

[ mood | fuck idk ]

so yeah

out doing shows this past weekend and now I guess I can say I've played a venue where somebody got killed, so

that was different

(some people got hurt too, like, four, but really lightly) (and two at another event) (they were hurt pretty bad)

and also some jackass at an introduction to shieldfighting session decided that the right thing to do was berzerker charge me and when that didn't work do it again from behind

this was touch-and-out combat and the fucker broke his sword literally in half on my knee

(well, just above my knee, i guess he missed a little?)

and it wasn't even his sword, it was some other guy's sword, i'm like

what the fuck is wrong with you

and the guy running it was

"dude don't break my swords!" and i'm all

"he broke your sword on my leg thanks"

and i'm thinking mostly it's a good thing you didn't try that with a normal fragile person you might've fucked them up good you insoluable tryhard

and i didn't even get a photo of the broken sword, which is terrible, because posting that would've been badass even if it was just a wooden (1"x2" roughly) wooden practice sword

and all that's sorted and we get back and then SURPRISE

layoffs

(because fucking game industry honestly what)

so now my partner is looking for work

and this is quite the week so far and it's only tuesday? so i think i would like a do-over.

eta: yay! the car broke on the way to book club! so we got towed to the dealer instead of book club. ffffffffffffffff

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The Arc of Ascension, Fragment s11,1: Believe In Me (As I Believe In You)
[24 Sep 2018|08:50am]

[ mood | okay ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Fragment s11,1: Believe In Me (As I Believe In You)

solarbird and bzarcher

Sometimes being the Goddess of Compassion means asking for someone else's help, because Mei is in no shape to do this alone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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this is amazing
[20 Sep 2018|10:31pm]

[ mood | amazed ]

Holy hell - a reader (MarieAnne_Cormier) left an 8600 word essay on Of Gods and Monsters, covering everything through Saga 11. It spans 13 comments because it has to. Starts about halfway down page one of comments - you have to scroll down from the link to get there - and just... goes.

And it is amazing. O.O

On Of Gods and Monsters
An essay and review by MarieAnne_Cormier

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The Arc of Ascension, Saga 11: A Little Bit Stranger, A Little Bit Better, A Little Bit Worse
[16 Sep 2018|07:56pm]

[ mood | calm ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Saga 11: A Little Bit Stranger, A Little Bit Better, A Little Bit Worse

solarbird and bzarcher

The fragile peace is truly tested for the first time, by an agent outside either side's control - and as a result, Mei-Ling Zhou finds the weight of the world squarely on her shoulders.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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The Arc of Ascension, Saga 10: Questions of Iron and Blood
[09 Sep 2018|07:16pm]

[ mood | good ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Saga 10: Questions of Iron and Blood

solarbird and bzarcher

The long winter brought an unexpected peace. But as the frost begins to melt, there may be unforeseen repercussions - and newly revealed dangers - from what has gone before.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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and I didn’t even get a highlight out of it
[06 Sep 2018|01:02am]

[ mood | pleased ]

unf

that feel when someone on enemy team changes to widowmaker to try to counter you because you're breaking up every charge they try to muster, and she surprises you with a body shot at range because you didn't even know she was there

but then, of course, the gauntlet has been thrown, and so, you headshot her, and then do it again, at extreme range, every time she reappears

and it's just

give up, ma chérie - you are not in my league.

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The Arc of Ascension, Fragment s9,4: The Omnic and the Weapon
[03 Sep 2018|06:58pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Fragment s9,4: The Omnic and the Weapon

solarbird and bzarcher

Since everything's been going so well, Emily decides to look up an old friend of her own.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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The Arc of Ascension, Fragment s9,3: they all do, all the time
[29 Aug 2018|07:06pm]

[ mood | okay ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Fragment s9,3: they all do, all the time

solarbird and bzarcher

After spending time at the new Ecopoint, Jack Morrison finally thinks he understands just how dangerous the new 'Gods' truly are. But can he make others understand before it's too late?

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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everything is terrible (gaming)
[27 Aug 2018|05:58pm]

[ mood | depressed ]

Been a while since I just... gave up in Widow HS-only FFA. Holy hell I was garbage. DQed from experience in almost every round. K/D above 1 only twice. Last round I had 5 kills (vs. win of 50) and like 16 deaths.

Garbage. Absolutely wretched.

I've been in a slump for a bit over a week. It wasn't bad at first - I had a few bad days, recovered a bit, hoped it was over - but the last few days, fuck me. Other than the two semi-decent rounds these are "everything I've learned is gone" numbers. Fuck it's depressing.

It's showing up in all my numbers, really. And nothing I do is fixing it. My practice round numbers are bad to terrible too - those are the ones I record as a guide.

I'd finally started to get a little bit of a sweep shot. Not reliably, but sometimes. I'd hit them occasionally, and occasionally was becoming more often. Now, in FFA, I can barely hit a still target, and my sweeps? Hilariously bad. Laughable. Pathetic.

My Pharah play isn't great either. Or Tracer. It's generalised. But my Widowmaker is hit the worst, by far, because it's almost entirely aim.

I've had a couple of people say to take a couple of days off; that's never worked for me. The only way out for me, ever, has been through. But... wow, it hurts.

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