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Current cunt has positive connotations in my country, so no
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AMAB: all mods are bastards
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September is PCOS Awareness Month - shout out to all my cysters out there! 1 in 10 women have it and many go undiagnosed for a long time because women's health issues are taken less seriously.
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don't take the bait
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that's an open invitation to peep
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Hello! My name is Roach, the malcontent formerly known as McHaggis, and I've been on this site for a good while now. Wherever I end up, the Guild will always have a special place in my heart because it's where I met some of my very best friends and long-time writing partners. (Five years strong!) It has absolutely nothing to do with the functional code or the great status bar takes, that much I can assure you.

There's not much to say about me except that I'm a graduate who had a lot of time to kill in lockdown, which is easing up at present. I'm currently trying to tame BBCode or die trying, and I think it's going pretty well. If you are at all interested in this endeavor, please check out my guides (1 & 2) or PM me for a bit of chit-chat about tables so janky you can literally break the site with them.

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the old guard, dragon age 2, mass effect, doctor who, the witcher, lore olympus, the devil is a handsome man, avatar: the last airbender, the dragon prince
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Down below, in a shoebox apartment that rattled with every passing train, Sakani was getting ready โ€“ if not for war, then for something that would be just as great an upset.

โ€œThanks for letting me have your sofa for the night,โ€ she said, rubbing the back of her neck not just out of embarrassment but because the uncomfortable cushions left an almighty crick in it. No matter how many times she tried to crack it, the tension of a poor nightโ€™s sleep wouldnโ€™t release. โ€œMeans a lot.โ€

Her host was a boy who ran in the neighborhood with her when she was small but sorted himself out well enough. Ren waved a hand as he buttoned up his white chefโ€™s jacket, clean and pressed even if the vest underneath was fraying and threadbare. โ€œItโ€™s no hardship. Youโ€™d do the same for me or any one of us โ€“ or, you would, if you had a home to open up.โ€

A few seconds later, he realised what he said and stumbled over himself to apologise. โ€œSorry, that was insensitive. You will get your place back, no sweat.โ€

โ€œYeahโ€ฆโ€

Sakani wasnโ€™t so sure about that. Whoโ€™d ever heard of the RSF letting anyone go once they spirited them away? They were like a dog with a bone, and sometimes the bone was actually a baby rabaroo, but that didnโ€™t seem to bother them, even if they were going extinct. Nobody ever told them to spit it out.

She cracked a smile instead. Ren had a good thing going. Heโ€™d make it to the Middle Ring if he worked hard, and nobody could say the boy didnโ€™t hustle. His name was top of a list of people she couldnโ€™t talk to about the Plans.

Plans โ€“ with a capital-P โ€“ were those made when airing grievances about the RSF and the Middle Ring and the Upper Ring. Toothless, under normal circumstances, but the disaffected customers of the Lotus Room spoke like they finally had enough when they said theyโ€™d help her get Gran-Gran back, one way or another. The last of their good will had finally spilled out of the cup.

โ€œWeโ€™ll see. Youโ€™ve got bigger things to worry about, donโ€™t you? Like this big catering job.โ€

โ€œOne manโ€™s catering is another manโ€™s washing dishes for sixteen hours and getting paid a pittance under the table. Long live the Republic?โ€

โ€œNo need to wish it well. Itโ€™ll outlive us,โ€ Sakani said with a laugh. The tickle of exhaust fumes in her sinuses reminded her that she ought not to suck in so much of the air in, even indoors.

โ€œSpeak for yourself! I for one intend to live until Iโ€™m a hundred and fifty. Get better lungs.โ€

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Later, Sakani slipped out of Renโ€™s apartment with a hearty, back-slapping goodbye and an open-ended offer that if she failed to find a place to stay, she could come back to claim the couch โ€“ as often as she liked.

She left in the knowledge that she would not be taking him up on his offer.

Her mask sealed in her frown as she pulled the cords of the drawstring bag that held all her worldly possessions. The weight was light on her back; a small mercy given all the other burdens that liked to pile themselves on these days.

There were few other places she could go. Not back to anywhere associated with Gran-Gran. She could plead her case with the ladies of Lily Street, see if they could get her some work as a courier or a smuggler and front her some cash while she got back on her feet, orโ€“โ€“

Or she could go and engage with the Plans that were being made with or without her, but that were definitely being made because of her. Rather than stumbling forward into normality, just waiting to be snatched herself for something she didn't do, she could walk towards the industrial area of town. She could take the back alleys that were poorly patrolled and slip into the union-workers' bar through the back entrance, plead her case to all those old uncles to be included.

Her legs were already moving. The spirit of injustice quickened her step.


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Sakani Dekar

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No person deserves to be persecuted because of who they were born as. While Sakani has never met a bender (that she knows of) she would hesitate to turn one in if she found them in the tea-shop, even if it happened to put herself and her livelihood at risk. Gran-Gran regaled her of old legends about their capacity for kindness and respect for nature โ€“ when nature was still a thing to exist. She also told tales of what catastrophic damage a bender could do when angry or even mildly peeved. Sakani makes sure to consider the good and the bad; above all else, a bender is still a person, and all people will do wrong by you if given the opportunity.

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๐–ง ๐–จ ๐–ฒ ๐–ณ ๐–ฎ ๐–ฑ ๐–ธ

Sakani was born in the Lower Ring to parents who owed debts to the Triads. To tell the truth, all she has of them are second-hand memories and inconsistent stories from people who kinda-sorta knew them. Sakani prefers to stick to the facts: they fled the city in the end when she was an infant or a toddler and entrusted her care to a family friend, an ancient woman known on the streets as 'Gran Gran'.

For better or worse, Gran Gran treated her as she would her own grandchild if she had any, naming her as her heir and apprentice. While Sakani's nature leaned towards charity and solidarity with the underclass she was born into โ€“ especially the street kids whom she thinks of as little brothers and sisters โ€“ Gran Gran encouraged a vicious streak and stamped out some of that naivete. The goal is always to keep her own head above water first.

Sakani worked in her tea-house, The Lotus Room, and can brew a mean cup of tea and play Pai Sho like the best of the old crowd. When she was old enough to scramble through the streets and the paths less trodden, she earned her keep in the practical side of moving "tea" around the city, and more recently expanding their "business" into the Middle Ring. Sakani could take or leave the violence of it. Her dream was (or is) a more on-the-book job labouring on the airship transports, though they would never take her for health reasons, according to Gran Gran.

Recently, RSF raided the tea-house while Sakani was away and found no evidence of latent criminal activity, but according to witnesses, they took in Gran Gran anyway on suspicion of there being people of high spiritual energy sensitivity in her shop โ€“ benders. Sakani is sure that this is a great injustice and is trying to encourage (using her good reputation) a bit of enemy action against RSF in the Lower Ring โ€“ to very little success.

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Wears a rebreather often, because her lungs are sensitive to the thick pollution in the air of the Lower Ring. It isn't so bad in high-altitude situations._
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Gran-Gran
Former Kingpin of the Lily Street Triad. Beloved grandmother to Sakani, even if not by blood. It is not difficult to reconcile Gran-Gran's loving personality with her checkered past and present, because she ruled her home with an iron-fist much like she once ruled the streets. Current owner of The Lotus Room, a tea-house affiliated with her former gang and a speck of civility and prestige in the middle of the Lower Ring.
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Quick 'n dirty votes with brief reviews this time:






My vote goes to Written in the Stars.

Yes! There's only so much time you can spend chatting and writing with someone before your lives intertwine โ€“ especially once you find interests and common ground beyond that shared hobby of roleplaying, and get to know and care about folks as more than a username.

I met some of my closest friends here when I was seventeen, so five-ish years ago now. (6 for some, which is a scary thought!) While we started as just roleplay colleagues, it has extended into a routine of regular bad-awful-trash movie nights, video games and online boardgames, tv marathons, and for lack of a better word, 'normal' friendship stuff, just over a great distance. We've been friends since roughly the end of high school and through all of college/university, which means even if we're separated by an ocean, we get to enter adult mundanity and hit milestones at the same time. Growing up and going through such formative trials and tribulations together honestly makes it feel like some kind of familial bond.

Our plans for a 2020 meet-up were put on hold because of the Rona, though, so while I might love and treasure them, still gotta cross the hurdle of meeting the Americans face to face ._.
Similar to what others have said before me, I'm not familiar enough with the medium of poetry to comfortably provide critiques either.

My vote goes to Sensitivity to Initial Conditions for the tight storytelling and wonderful, wistful characterization fit into a short 500 words. It tackled the prompt in a unique way, looking at both scientific and philosophical connotations of 'butterfly', and I have a new appreciation for microfiction as a genre having seen how it was able to round itself up and evoke such a vivid image under the limitations.

Still ruminating on which to give a runner-up vote to, as there are so many excellent options. May edit in a second later. Might not be able to choose. Hrrg.

Well done, all! ^^
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In Sentaku 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Suzuhime's breath came in short, quick pants, ripping through her chest like a whirlwind. There was no time to catch it. The other ninja had longer legs than she did, so she had to run thrice as fast just to stay out of his reach. He was older, so she had to be smarter. She broke the branches she was standing on with a spike of too-much chakra as she jumped just to make him find another path up to her, but they were in a forest with no shortage of alternate routes.

'Use the environment to create breathing space.'

She was doing what Samuru-sensei said to do, and it wasn't working. Or it was working, but not well enough to save her. It bought her thirty seconds at best to descend, duck behind a tree and take inventory of the situation. The senbon-launcher attached to her wrist broke in the last flurry of blows before she alighted into the trees. Her wrist ached like it was broken, too, but right now the senbon-launcher was of more tactical importance: she needed it to make sure nothing else broke.

She bit at the smashed mechanism with her teeth, trying to get it to please open up so that she could at least access a few extra senbon, or the vial of poison stored inside. It did not yield. It must have been the spring inside that had snapped, because she couldn't access it through the front, either. Nothing would come out, and no-one could get access to it โ€“ least of all Suzuhime.

A manic thought struck her on a wave of panicked laughter. If only she could have fit the scroll inside it. Then they'd be golden. She had a lot of those. If only she hadn't agreed vociferously to take a rest when they hadn't scouted out the area for traps.

If only someone else had responsibility for the scroll. Instead, she kept the scroll in the pouch on her hip. Her supply of kunai was running low. She paused in her assessment to throw one of her last ones at a rustling bush where she thought he might have been coming for her, then forced her legs to keep going.

Help me, she thought. Usagi, Makoto, anyone, please help me. But she had seen Usagi and Makoto dart in opposite directions back in the clearing, a good distraction. The chances of them catching up before she was caught were infinitesimally small โ€“ she didn't have to do the kind of calculations required in the written exam to know that.

And a small traitorous voice said that they would have to contend with their own opponents before they could help with hers, and victory wasn't guaranteed for any of them.

The ninja leapt in front of her from above, and she had to skid to a halt before she ran straight into him. His headband said he was from Mist, but she hadn't seen that before. She forced her hands into a series of seals. Ram, boar, ox.

"Hand it over, brat, and we won't do any permanent damage."

Dog.

As he made a grab for her, blade glinting, she twisted into the final one. Snake. The Body Replacement Technique absorbed the blow but left her off-balance and disoriented somewhere to the left of them. The Mist-nin was coming for her, and there was nowhere else to run.

'Use stealth. If the enemy can't see you he can't hit you.'

Samuru-sensei, there's nowhere to hide, either. What else have you got for me?

Suzuhime brought her hands up once more to attempt a last ditch effort of her clan's secret technique. The Mind-Body Switch. It shouldn't have been used when there was no allies around to protect her body if she missed or otherwise failed, but it was all she had left up her sleeve. Her forefingers and thumbs met, andโ€“โ€“

And the ninja advanced upon her too quickly for her to summon the necessary chakra. She had to roll out of the way to avoid his first kunai, deflecting the second with the hard metal of the senbon-launcher, even as the force behind it jostled fractured bone. It was enough for her to let out an instinctual yelp loud enough to unsettle the birds above. His hand shot out and grabbed her other wrist, the one that was far more useful at present, and yanked her into the air.

"Your team's scroll. Where is it?"

'Do your best to not die.'

"I don't โ€“ have it," she lied. Better to die than live with the shame of losing her team's scroll. They'd never forgive her. She'd never forgive herself.
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I'm just always afraid I'll use a semi-colon at the wrong time, so I end up never using them.

Kind of like an em dash. It's a versatile toolโ€”Some would say too versatileโ€”which is why I seldom use them. Mostly it doesn't serve any real unique purpose that other forms of punctuation can't handle. There's no button for it either, so you have to go Alt + NUM 0151 which I can't remember and then I spend all this time googling stuff and at the end I'm just like why botherrrrrrrr.


Em-dashes are too powerful and must be stopped. I have to delete one set every paragraph when I'm editing my own posts/writings โ€“โ€“ gotta give other punctuation marks a fighting chance. They're just too good for a pseudo-conversational style, or for building in authentic and interesting speech patterns in dialogue, I think.

Gotta admit that I don't know how the proper rules on using semi-colons myself โ€“ I know when they're used wrong, but not enough to verbally explain it, if that makes sense. It's one of those native English speaker rules you kinda pick up along the way by osmosis and you're too afraid to ask if you're doing it right.

Nobody saw that post from a ghost account babes. Nope.
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