Back on my bullshit

Loq · Oct 25, 2020 at 6:27 PM

I'm probably not gonna get this done before nano, wanna bump her through to couriway and get her set on vivillion breeding, but.... self-indulgent pokemon xy pc wip

Loq · Oct 31, 2020 at 2:31 PM

consider
yennefer and morrigan
that is all

Loq · Nov 1, 2020 at 4:39 PM

every time arabian bloodlines show up on my dash I'm just
muffled screaming in terror
please outcross

TheOwlet · Nov 1, 2020 at 5:52 PM

...share your pain with us....

Loq · Nov 1, 2020 at 6:04 PM

just look at any "straight" pedigreed arabian lmao, if you don't have at least eight repeats of the same sire are you really purebred

TheOwlet · Nov 2, 2020 at 12:07 AM

*terrified biologist noises*

Loq · Nov 2, 2020

taking a serious crack at ghilan and maraas 2quiz 'verse for nano, comments enabled
currently: baby's first hinterlands

Loq · Nov 2, 2020 at 8:46 PM

me, every night: ugh why does angel constantly want to sleep on me, I need to move for joint comfort and she gets hissy over every readjustment
angel: sleeps downstairs for two nights
me: Why Has My Cuddlebuddy Forsaken Me

Loq · Nov 3, 2020 at 4:57 AM

me: opens the door in the morning (bc frumpkin needs to be exiled at night)
angel, who's been trying to dig under it for two hours: MOTHER WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME. GIMME BREAKFAST.

Loq · Nov 5, 2020 at 6:35 PM

the nice part about writing issala/maraas/beres-taar is that instead of having to name npcs, or describe them each time they come up, I can just call them things like "Lung Asshole" and "Scout Two" in narration and never come back

Loq · Nov 6, 2020

Loq said: ↑

the nice part about writing issala/maraas/beres-taar is that instead of having to name npcs, or describe them each time they come up, I can just call them things like "Lung Asshole" and "Scout Two" in narration and never come back
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flip side: Issala pegging Giselle as 'the Mother' (that's her title?? clearly it's her role?? who is he to nickname her in the absence of other Mothers??) and giving myself Awakening flashbacks every time I have to write it

Loq · Nov 6, 2020 at 7:45 PM

writes for self, but also
gently pokes validation button

Loq · Nov 7, 2020 at 4:00 PM

it took me 11k words but Exhausted Babysitter Elf has finally made an appearance

Issala just growls again, and-- really, this is stupid, it's late and it's been a long day and they can point fingers at each other later. Of course they can't trust each other, they've known each other for less than a month. "Issala," Da'Ghilan snaps, and they both look over. Sure. Fine. Cassandra can get a hand on her reins as well. "Enough. We're all alive. Do we have time to deal with the bodies, or are we heading back?"
"Burn them," Issala grits out, just as Cassandra says, "we should leave." They glare at each other again, and Da'Ghilan is a little tempted to knock their heads together. Children. Managing the pair of them is going to be like herding wisps, they can tell. (Solas, the smug prick, is still lounging in the doorway like he has nothing to do with this. He's not even looking outside to keep watch.)
Da'Ghilan breathes in, holds it, resists the urge to breathe out mana. They can hold their temper, unlike some people. "If Solas will oblige us with the fire, it won't be but a few minutes to get them piled up, Seeker. With the Veil as thin as it is here, I would think that we wouldn't want to leave potential hosts for spirits lying behind us." And, frankly, it just sits wrong to leave a corpse untended-to; these might have been maleficarum in life, but they're still people, still deserving of what respect they can offer the dead.
"Of course," Solas cuts in quietly, before Cassandra and Issala can find something to argue over in funerals, too.
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Loq · Nov 11, 2020 at 9:20 AM

entertainment: somehow, josie is the first of the advisors to get A Name from Issala instead of a title
also every war table meeting is just him going 'hm. everyone here could kick my ass. this is fantastic and also terrible.'

Loq · Nov 12, 2020

"My dear Marquis," a voice rings out in the sudden hush, accent more Marcher than Orlesian. "How unkind of you to use such language in my house, to my guests. You know such rudeness is intolerable." All but floating down the stairs is a statue of a woman, silver and white gown practically glowing against night-dark skin, each step clicking neatly, dramatically, against the marble stairs. For a moment Issala thinks she has horns, an elegant swooping lyre-rack the likes of which he hasn't seen since he left the north, but-- no, it's just a clever sort of hat. On a beautiful, terrifying mage, a woman with the iron control to turn a frost spell into paralysis without so much as a single snowflake dampening the floor. Oh, fuck me, Issala thinks, mouth abruptly dry, and even he isn't sure in what sense he means it.
"Madame Vivienne," Marquis Bird Man gasps out when the ice around his jaw recedes far enough to let him speak. "I humbly beg your pardon!"
"You should," the First Enchanter says archly, prowling around the frozen man. If the Marquis is a bird, Madame (Enchanter? Issala really should have asked someone which of her titles takes precedence) Vivienne is a great cat toying with her prey, secure in her strength and skill. "Whatever am I going to do with you, my dear?" She pauses at the Marquis's side, turns her dark gaze on Issala, and he finds himself just as frozen as the man in the ice prison. "My lord, you're the wounded party in this unfortunate affair. What would you have me do with this foolish, foolish man?"
'Crush him and then me' is the first thing that comes to mind, but Issala doesn't need a diplomat's training to know saying that is a terrible plan.
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issala being my only oc with a Type remains fucking hilarious to me

Loq · Nov 12, 2020 at 6:23 PM

gently rattles bioware by the shoulders
bring back inon zur
I do love inq as a game but unless the dawn will come motif is playing I genuinely cannot distinguish its soundtrack from the various other generic movie scores I have
which, yknow, is a vibe, I Guess, but imo doesn't at all compare to hearing the opening bars of any Origins song and being able to immediately call the situation(s) in which it plays

Loq · Nov 12, 2020 at 7:38 PM

me, realising 80% of the way through recruiting sera that I've forgotten to mention who the fourth party member is:

Issala pauses, but Da'Ghilan refuses to look 'round, and Cassandra seems to have declared this whole jaunt not her problem. Perhaps she had the right idea.
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Loq · Nov 17, 2020 at 9:06 AM

bacon pancakes is the spiritual foil to gir's "wwwwwwAFFLES" (which I sadly cannot find a clip of on youtube, rip)
no I am not taking criticism

Loq · Nov 17, 2020 at 4:50 PM

today on 'I don't know why this exists, but somebody sure is having fun with it': FR Guide: All Familiars With Abs

Loq · Nov 20, 2020 at 6:17 PM

writes a dragon fight and declares it For Pacing™

Blackwall curses again, backpedaling until he's under the arch with Issala. "Remind me why you wanted to fight this thing?"
"Ataashi," Issala crows reverently, and as soon as the fire flickers out he charges for the pillar. Part of it juts out, not yet broken off in the name of wing-space, and he ducks under the overhang just in time for it to protect him from another blast of fire. Even the heat is oppressive, dry-season-warm after weeks of freezing cold, but he just squeezes his eyes shut against the blinding light and endures. The ground shudders, a rolling series of thuds, and Issala goes down on one knee, cracks an eye open as the searing heat eases off.
A few scant yards from his shelter, a golden eye easily the size of Cassandra's shield narrows. Issala can see the fibers of her iris twist and twitch as her slit pupil widens, the bare hints of white around the edges and the shift of muscles under thin hide as she inspects his hidey-hole. "Ataashi," he breathes again, a shuddering exhale, and then, because it's also true, "taarsidath-an halsaam." He should draw his sword, should take the opportunity to best this great beast while he can, but his hands are numb, slow compared to the thunder of his heart.
The great head withdraws, giving him an equally impressive view of a gold and green mottled muzzle and smooth ivory fangs within as they pass, and a low growl rattles Issala down to his bones.
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