Vote - Week 16

Dec. 1st, 2025 11:17 pm
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A few words from [personal profile] clauderainsrm:

Two polls. One writer leaving us from each of them. (ladder system of course, whoever is eliminated in Poll 1 is out before Poll 2 is processed… in other words, before anyone asks I’m making sure it’s understood there are definitely two people leaving.)

Two very different prompts that showcase different sides of each writer, which just makes this all that more interesting as we head toward the finale!

So please make sure to read, comment and vote for your favorites!! Then tell your friends to do the same! Spread the word about what is happening here!! You are the only way they are going to advance.

Unfortunately Ro was exposed as the last of the Killers and was eliminated. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be checking out her entries. They’re really good. You’re just hurting yourself by not reading and commenting on them!!

https://roina-arwen.dreamwidth.org/20371.html
https://roina-arwen.dreamwidth.org/20701.html

The polls close Thursday December 4th at 8pm ET.

Good luck to everyone!



Poll #33904 ’WheelofChaos-Week16Kako’
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 2

Vote For Your Favorites!

alycewilson's entry
1 (50.0%)

drippedonpaper's entry
1 (50.0%)

flipflop_diva's entry
1 (50.0%)

hafnia's entry
1 (50.0%)

halfshellvenus's entry
2 (100.0%)

inkstainedfingertips's entry
1 (50.0%)

l0lita's entry
1 (50.0%)




Poll #33905 ’WheelofChaos-Week16Bed’
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 2

Vote For Your Favorites!

alycewilson's entry
1 (50.0%)

drippedonpaper's entry
1 (50.0%)

flipflop_diva's entry
1 (50.0%)

hafnia's entry
1 (50.0%)

halfshellvenus's entry
2 (100.0%)

inkstainedfingertips's entry
1 (50.0%)

l0lita's entry
1 (50.0%)

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[personal profile] but_can_i_be_trusted posting in [community profile] 100words
Title: 'Fair Flower'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13 (Warnings for brief vampiric violence, home invasion, and hypnosis)
Notes: Crossposted to [community profile] emotion100 and [community profile] drabble_zone. Using the following challenges: 356: Double/Triple Drabbles; 458: Blood; 451: Work of Art; 437: Flower; 425: Divenire; 411: Obsession; 409: Fallen; 394: Savior; 384: Permission; 388: Nobility; 165: Content; 135: Greed; 149: Electric; 137: Escape; 116: Flame; 136: Erase; 118: Scar; 311: Guest; 296: Return; 69: Delicious; 67: Empty; 47: Shadow; 43: Touch; 328: Invite; 79: Promise; 144: Ache. And I'm afraid I wasn't able to pare it down without potentially butchering the storyline. So, uh...you got a double double drabble? [Also, contrary to the tags, I did not use 46: Fever, but I'm not able to remove it without Dreamwidth giving me an error message.]

Fair Flower )

The Accusation - Week 16

Dec. 1st, 2025 08:42 pm
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 I won't lie, we came REALLY close to something funny happening.  :D  But instead, we got the result I kind of figured would be the case... 

*shrug*  You all need a better sense of humor!  ;)  (Seriously though, I get it.  Not everyone is looking for sheer chaos.  But for the record that "funny" result was you collectively almost accused the same person you ended up giving the antidote to. :D)  

So let's find out who that is... who gets the antidote? 

That would be [personal profile] inkstainedfingertips - go ahead and take this vial and drink up!

You notice the difference right away. Sure, it has that familiar lemon aftertaste, but there is also something more to it.  There is HOPE.  You didn't even realize just how sluggish you'd been getting. But now that you have the antidote in your system, your color is coming back!

Congratulations Idolers! You have saved his life!!!


***

Now for the part where it was actually a close vote - the identity of the Killer... 

You've searched high and low through the castle and whittled down suspects one by one... before zeroing in on the accusing the very first person to ever be killed!!  She was resurrected from the ashes and given a new lease on life - and a new purpose. 

You hereby officially accuse [personal profile] roina_arwen of Dark and Foul Deeds!!!

Her screams echo through the castle. She grasps onto her medallion for protection/redemption, but it remains dark having been used to save her once before. 
This time there is no safety and no mercy.  The last of the Killers falls down, and does not get back up again. 

Congratulations Idolers! You have officially vanquished the Killers!!!



Or have you.... *dramatic music* 



wait, yes, yes you have.  ;) 






Star Wars AU

Dec. 1st, 2025 06:18 pm
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[personal profile] senmut
AO3 Link | To Find A New Hope (3216 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Asajj Ventress, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Aayla Secura, CC-5052 | Bly, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s02e21-22 Twilight of the Apprentice
Summary:

When Pel has a vision, and shares it with Atin, she gets to do the legwork.



To Find A New Hope

"Pel," Atin muttered, "if your first Force Vision gets me kidnapped by a Hutt, I'm naming Kifra my best friend." The Kel Dor was nowhere to hear that threat, as Atin tried to figure out how in kriff she was supposed to find one karking kid in the middle of the desert.

Her buir'e were probably going to wish she was old enough to one on one, no matter what. Yes, she had gone to her spirit-mother for training. It wasn't her fault Pel had dragged her, and possibly Kifra, into a long-distance Force Vision. As he, so recently settled in that gender, couldn't leave Dorin, she had to do the leg work. And she wasn't alone.

"Why in all the galaxy does it have to be here?" Asajj hissed.

"You know as much as I do, and I did say you didn't have to come with me," Atin answered as levelly as possible. "Now, how do we find this kid Pel saw?"

"I presume it has to do with the Force, so you will seek, and I will guard you," Asajj said with more patience. Atin did not smile, but she knew full and well that Asajj loved her and saw Atin as an heiress — now that Mother was missing.

Atin shoved that off, and looked around the outskirts of what passed as a city… and beckoned Asajj back up into the ship. They had enough supplies and fuel; Atin would park them away from this life-sucking void to have a better chance of catching any Force wisps.





Three things happened almost as one. Atin was prepping to set them down outside a moisture farm's boundaries, Arseven found something in the 'droid-net that made him wary, and Asajj hissed in a breath as her eyes went unerringly to the horizon, not the farm.

"No, not here, not yet," Asajj snapped. "That way, go," she demanded.

While this was technically Atin's mission to complete, she had no reason to deny her spirit-mother's instincts, and did low-atmo flight in the direction she'd been given.

And, once she was out of sight of the sun-strong Force signature at the farm, she felt the secondary, lighter one that Asajj must have latched onto. What even was this going to be, when Tatooine was not exactly on the galactic map for 'famous Force users'.

"Arseven, what is it you found?"

[R2-D2 entry, specific to geo-location. Details redacted, deduce R2-D2 located there once, at minimum.]

That… that was very unexpected. Arseven had extensive memories, and kept the pulse of the 'droid-net for Atin's family, with its labyrinthine levels of access. Granted, the one Arseven could access had been hastily walled off, protected by those droids that had maintained their memories and allegiance to the Republic, but anywhere that droid might have been was a possible location in Skywalker's or Amidala's past.

And there was someone with the Force there, almost blinding to Atin when she looked with that awareness.

"Pel, I am putting a stink bomb in your quarters," she muttered before telling Asajj what Arseven had said. The Dathomiri frowned, then gave a sharp nod.

"I must be right then, about what is ahead."





Asajj held back — this was her heiress's quest — but remained where she could see events unfold. Atin had, at her suggestion, dropped some of her shielding. Asajj didn't think this particular Jedi would harm the girl, yet she was ready to throw a Force Choke to protect the girl, if the man had gone insane.

Ahsoka had mentioned ones she had found, driven insane by the genocide of their people.

She wasn't prepared to see a man that looked twice the age he should coming out of the hovel to see who had parked a scout ship beside his bantha herd. It was one more point toward that karking anooba on the Emperor's leash really being Skywalker. If she had only managed to kill him at Yavin…

"Hello there," came the voice she easily recognized, and the Force felt cautious but not hostile around him. With that, she did emerge.

"Now, Kenobi, don't go flirting with the child," she purred, pleased when his eyes went large and he reached toward his belt. "Especially not when she is of your line."

"All I did was say 'hello', Ventress," Kenobi answered, forcing himself to a less battle-ready stance.

"This is General Kenobi? He looks older than any of my uncles," Atin said, adding more confusion to the mix, and making Asajj laugh.

"Redheads shouldn't live under dual suns; I'd be glad to offer you much better places to lay your head, my dear old nemesis."

"I'm very certain my answer to that is 'no'," Kenobi said, before taking his eyes back to Atin.

"Good," Atin said. "As I'm not sure I'd want you anywhere near my other clan."

Asajj wondered at that, curious what was setting her heiress firmly against this man of her past.

"I'm sorry, but perhaps introductions are in order," Kenobi said. "At least for my sake?"

"Atin Tano."

Asajj's earlier words, those clone-dark eyes, plus the name all were hammering at Kenobi, and she could see it, despite the man's attempt to sweep the emotions away.

"My fair skin cannot endure these suns; do invite us in, my dear Kenobi?" Asajj said, and he helplessly turned to lead them in, a gesture that left it up to them to follow.





Obi-Wan settled his former enemy — who was remarkably pleasant — and the hostile stranger that seemed to be his grand-padawan's kin with an eye to defusing whatever had brought them here.

"Kenobi," Asajj began, "this began with my student's Force Vision, but I noted your presence, and decided that perhaps you could enlighten us as to the blazing Force Beacon not so far from here?"

Atin seemed content with that question, but her eyes, so like Co — he cut that off — bored holes into him for his answer.

"He was brought here to escape the Purge," Kenobi said, a truth, but not all of it.

"Because of Vader?" Atin accused immediately, and he could not, quite, keep from flinching, leading to her using some choice words in at least three languages.

Asajj rested a hand on her shoulder, and the girl, no older than Ahsoka at Christophsis, Obi-Wan thought, settled.

"The point stands, Kenobi. If the not-so hidden one belongs to either the gundark or that senator woman, and a Vision has been had, he is likely no longer safe here."

Obi-Wan blinked; how could Asajj know not only that Vader was Anakin, but who the mother would be?!

"Oh please. Do you think Atin is my student by chance?" Asajj purred. "Ahsoka paid a visit to me after the confirmation, so that she could enlist my aid to better protect Atin until Atin was fully trained in her ways.

"And the funeral was obviously of a pregnant woman. Deception in that would be needed, hmm, if she had been suspected to be carrying a child?"

"How was it confirmed?" he asked, instead of answering anything.

"I was taken, when I was very small, and my parents had to rescue me," Atin said. "The fact he took me instead of outright killing me planted the idea." She glared at him. "She was out there fighting still. Had been fighting since she was only a little older than me now… and you're on this sun-scorched rock with a sitting target."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes at the accusation in her words. "I thought I needed to guard the last hope of the Jedi. Your mother was — always — in the midst of the men. I could not fathom that she had survived when so many died."

Asajj made an indelicate noise at that. "You never could see the full potential in her," she scoffed. "But, admittedly, she was aided by that captain of hers."

Atin flashed her sharper than human teeth in a smile at those words. "Fives was right," the girl told Obi-Wan, and he had to shuffle through his memories, so far back, before going pale with shock. "My uncles were used by making them flesh-droids in truth. My buir'e have stolen back the ones they could."

"I… that is much to digest," Obi-Wan said, as the memory of the men becoming nothing more than uniform spots of malevolence returned to him. "You said… 'was'?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"She's not dead," from Asajj overlapped "She disappeared," out of Atin's mouth.

"After facing Vader on Malachor," Atin continued. "The other former Jedi involved refused to give me the coordinates, but Arseven got it out of their droid."

"We went, she and I, but could not find Ahsoka," Asajj finished. "I sought for her spirit in the Force, but it is not there." She then glanced over into a corner. "Unlike the one sharing your abode."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.

Atin snorted. "It's a little trick from Asajj's tradition. The dead can be useful sometimes."

"So they can be," Obi-Wan agreed, having learned more from Qui-Gon Jinn during his exile. "Back to my reason for being here, it has not changed. I … will have to find a way to cloak him."

"Kenobi, don't be an idiot. If the boy has been revealed to a more distantly connected Force user, do you really think the gundark won't feel it soon?"

"This planet is a shield of its own," Obi-Wan said weakly.

"No, no it's not, and you're endangering my cousin," Atin growled.

How had she decided on that tack? No, Ahsoka had claimed Anakin as 'brother', so in one way it made sense. In all others, given her own confession of abduction, and Vader likely being responsible for Ahsoka's loss, it did not.

Togruta, vod'e, and clan — they never used logic for naming kin ties.

"I have nowhere else to take him."

"Spirit-mother?" Atin asked, maybe implored, and Asajj set her jaw firmly.

"Kenobi, give me your hands," Asajj said, reaching out. "I may not like most of the main clan she lives with, but I will not allow Sithly manipulations to harm them for hers, and Ahsoka's, sake."

"I'm sorry, but weren't you a Sith's disciple?" Obi-Wan asked to cover just how uneasy he was.

"Bah. I am a Night Sister, and those days were long gone even before I helped my pet deliver her child."

Atin laughed, sharp and short. "Do you want me to call you 'harpy' since she's not here to do it?"

It was Asajj's affectionate yet sad smile at the girl that made Obi-Wan actually reach for the hands, to prove he was safe, even if he thought there was no way he would go wherever Atin lived.





Asajj had been certain Kenobi was free of the Sithly traps — there had been residue, but Kenobi had dealt with it. Then came the negotiation with the farmers, which had taken right up until Luke found out the Empire might kill his family when they came hunting.

Atin had set the long course, dropping Asajj back on Dathomir. Luke was so unshielded that he could feel the planet before they even grounded for her to leave.

Now, having made certain neither of them were present as she set her course, she had time in hyperspace to actually talk to the pair without Asajj needling the Jedi relic.

"No, you can't know where we're going," she answered Luke's first question, then looked at Kenobi. "You're not the only jetii to survive."

"Obviously your mother," he began, but she shook her head.

"I meant of your Order. She was not, remember?" When the man flushed she continued. "Buir made her promise to not leave us, those that were rescued, us kids, because someone had to teach the useful bits to me and my sibs."

"Her," Kenobi murmured, considering. "And you are warning me because there is a connection?"

"Yes. I've heard a few stories about Kenobi-and-Vos as I grew up."

That rattled the Jedi pretty hard. "Master Saa or Master Secura?" he asked once he had his equilibrium back, well-aware that Luke was listening — and feeling in the Force — to all the emotions.

"Mama Aayla," Atin said. "Bly was in physical contact with her when the order hit, and that gave him just enough to stun her instead of kill, though he hunted her after, knowing she wasn't dead. But his chip was malfunctioning, and she was able to snap the thing with the Force, to free him."

"Chip? Like the ones in the slaves?" Luke asked, giving Kenobi time to digest the revelation.

"Huttese chips just explode," Atin said bitterly. "Death would be preferable to ones that made you mindless flesh-droids who killed those they were supposed to protect."

Luke blanched, then nodded. "Yeah… rescued?"

"It started with my mother and her captain, figuring out how to neutralize the chips, how to work the men past their trauma. I'm told they weren't always able, very early on. Then giving them a choice to settle in Sanctuary, which is the name of where we are going," she said, knowing it wouldn't tell them where in the galaxy it was. Granted, if Pel came up, Kenobi would guess, but that would be after Aayla and Wolffe decided the threat level. "The other half of the choice was to join the Rebellion. Some did.

"But no one holds it against the ones that chose living free and safe."

"Your mother helped in the Rebellion I take it?" Kenobi asked.

"My mother helped build it, shape it, guide it." Atin sat tall in her chair. "She was learning every Force trick she could, freeing my uncles, and recruiting on both sides of the Separatist line to fight the Empire."

Kenobi met her eyes on that, and stroked his beard a moment. "She was one of the best and brightest," he said, "and the Order did so very wrong by her."

That … Atin hadn't expected that. She could accept it, could move past her lingering antipathy to this man.





Obi-Wan had watched Luke's openness actually win the girl over. He was rather glad Luke hadn't actually picked up on the girl being younger, given how driven Atin was, especially in teaching Luke the most basic Force shielding for polite company among other users.

He was awakened by them coming out of hyperspace, but per their agreement, made no attempt to leave the cabin he shared with Luke, a narrow space with two bunks and storage beneath them, looking over as his ward noticed the change and awakened.

"We're out of hyperspace. Atin will be landing us, no doubt, as she has not put us into a new jump," Obi-Wan said.

"Do we always notice it?"

"Long time spacers do. Those who grew up in space will. And Force users, as the fullness of the feeling of being surrounded is somewhat muted in hyperspace."

"Good to know."

A short time later, the ship was definitely landed, and Obi-Wan waited for the word to get out.

That came when the astromech, Arseven, came and opened their door to lead them out.

"I suppose she went ahead to warn the others," Obi-Wan said.

"It feels… light. Warm? Soothing," Luke said, measuring his awareness around him as Obi-Wan and Atin had been teaching.

"If it is a refuge for those wronged by the war, I suppose it would," Obi-Wan said, not willing to reach out like that, to feel the betrayal of the men, of their grief for the Jedi. He and Luke followed Arseven, and were led into a docking bay that only held one other ship at present, a beat up single-man Aether-Sprite.

Ahead of them was a clone with gold bars on his cheeks, and beside him, a blue Twi'lek that Obi-Wan had seen grow from foundling to Master. Atin was off to the side, kneeling down in a deep hug with a Twi'leki girl still in the dainty stage of true childhood.

"Master Kenobi," the woman said in a calm, measured tone.

"Can we dispense with titles, my old friend?" Obi-Wan asked, and then she was in motion, prompting him to meet her. The hug, he had to admit, felt very good to his worn and frayed spirit.

"Obi-Wan," she murmured.

"Aayla," he answered her, before stepping back a little and looking at the clone. "Bly." It was so complicated in his heart. Could Cody have resisted if the order had come while they were together?

"Obi-Wan," Bly replied. "Rex and Wolffe will probably slip for General, but you remember how they were."

"Luke, come with us," Atin called. "We'll get your things later, but I want you to meet my little sister, and we'll show you where we live."

"Okay."

Once the trio were departed, Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Sister?"

Bly actually chuckled, while Aayla linked an arm around Obi-Wan's to be his guide. "Clan remains fluid, and need not have blood, though technically speaking, they are half-sisters," she said with a smile. "Kifra, our daughter. They have another sibling, who is fully by spirit, and also vod to all of the men, but you will not be meeting him just yet.

"Rex is off-world, helping the Rebels at present. And while we are not pleased at Atin's decision to take such risks while she was away training, we are pleased to welcome you, and your ward."

"How much did she tell you?"

"All of it. And we will do what we can to help Amidala's son protect himself, we promise."

"For now," Bly said quietly, "you are to follow our standard care routine for a survivor of the war."

"I have had — "

"No one with whom you could work it out, you only just learned what happened to us, and I know our ad is as diplomatic as a rancor," Bly said, cutting him off. "I love Atin dearly, but she has her mother's stubborn and bluntness down to a fine art."

"I think our Captain gets some of that blame," Aayla said with impish humor. "But he does tend to phrase it better."

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. If Aayla could learn to smile, after all she had been through, he would try their way. Even the Force thought this was for the better, and that helped him relax into their care even further.





~So he is there, and another Jedi of Father's extended clan,~ Pel recapped from the long mental conference with Atin and Kifra.

~Yes, but we have not mentioned we are in the Dorin system or who you are. Might piece it together, but I wanted our parents to get a feel for the Jedi first.~

~Of course. I know all of you will help Luke build the basics. And then, when Mama Aayla says, I will come to help with the mental side of it.~

~Alright. I don't know where your vision will lead us, Pel, but… I think something shifted.~

~So the Sages believe,~ he assured her. ~Sleep well, my sisters.~

~You too,~ Kifra said, before shifting to be more comfortable in the bed with her big sister. "It has to get better, right?"

"We're going to try hard for that," Atin promised her, closing her eyes. She just wished her mother could be here to help them, as always.

Christmas songs

Dec. 1st, 2025 10:15 pm
[personal profile] cosmolinguist

A podcast I like just did a Patreon bonus episode about Christmas songs, and listening to it today was a fun way to get into the spirit, now we've gotten past thanksgiving and into December.

They invited us to tell them about other songs than the ones they mentioned at the end, and I compiled such a mental list that I made it into a physical list. Especially because they suggested at the end to let them know about any Christmas songs they might not know, and since it's a baseball podcast and they're from the U.S., and I didn't know about Slade and Wizzard until I left the U.S., I figured they were worth a mention (I do like both songs as well and think even if I ever get back to Minnesota for Christmas, Noddy Holder yelling "It's Christmas!" will have to be part of it.)

Here's my list, in no particular order:

Come In Clutch

Dec. 1st, 2025 08:52 pm
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I mean, I gotta make comics and stuff because it's a big part of my job. And Tim Sweeney and I probably wouldn't get along in real life; some people are literally too smart to talk to and I think he's probably one of them. I really, really want him to be wrong that AI will be involved in all future (game) production but I'm afraid he isn't.

December!

Dec. 1st, 2025 04:04 pm
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Hello lovely people 👋 It's December(!!), which means... the cute holiday events are here (●'◡'●) Here's a selection of some December events I enjoy, am looking forward to, or am taking part in!

First is the Holiday Love Meme, where you say anonymous nice things about people in fandom you appreciate. I love this event, as it gives me a place and an excuse to say the things I've often been holding onto for a while about people I admire, whose journals I read, or who I just see around and appreciate. It really is the most wholesome of wholesome events.

holiday love meme 2025
my thread here

And is it really the holidays without...

Sapphic Stocking Stuffers


Here
's the signup information, here are all the stockings (so far!), and here's a link to my stocking.
(Signups close 6 December.) I'm asking for: Black Mirror, Date Everything!, Downton Abbey,
Pokémon, Star Trek: The Next Generation, What We Do in the Shadows, and some music videos!



Fandom Trees 🎄🎁

Signups for [community profile] fandomtrees are open for another five days! Here's my tree 😊
I'm requesting Pokemon, Star Wars, and podfics of my fic ^^
 


Holiday Wishes

My list just went live! ✨
This is a community where people post wishlists of 10 items or fewer that may or may not be fannish!
Anyone can gift someone something from their list up until the end of the year. It's a lovely, supportive group.
ヾ(@⌒ー⌒@)ノ 


Other Events

It's now officially [community profile] rec_cember! (And it's not too late to take part.) I'll be posting a rec post here on my journal every Saturday this month, covering fic, art, and podfic. I'm so excited to share what I've been busy collecting and hope to see lots of recs for fandoms I know as part of the event ^^

It's currently Nandermo Week 2025 (What We Do in the Shadows) on Tumblr, and I've been posting a podfic for each prompt. The host is reblogging all the works created. There's been some really inventive art made so far (such as a single cell organism AU that made me laugh out loud) and it's so fun seeing everyone's take on the prompts.

Woohoo, all post-deadline pinch hits have been picked up for [community profile] ficinabox, and reveals have been delayed until my birthday, which feels like an extra special treat for me!

The lovely elany has created a song-inspired podfic event, [tumblr.com profile] mixtape-bingo, with song suggestions/prompts open all December. Bingo cards will be generated in January with podficcers having a year to get bingo!

There's a new community challenge bingo card for treats created for [community profile] swrarepairs. Treats can be submitted up until author reveals.

The deadline for [community profile] latetreatbonanza is 24 December, where you can post those late treats you might have started for exchange participants earlier in the year. You can see who's signed up (i.e., is open to late treats) here or check the event spreadsheet by fandom here.

That's all for now! Thank you for looking - I'm wishing you a lovely December. Under the cut is the best catch I could've used my Masterball on 😊

Gotta Catch 'Em All )

All That We See or Seem by Ken Liu

Dec. 1st, 2025 11:34 am
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All That We See or Seem

3/5. Marketed as scifi, but it’s actually a near future AI tech thriller about the loner hacker who gets tangled up in the search for a missing woman whose job is weaving AI-enhanced mass dream experiences.

Meh. A lot of the AI speculation here is really interesting. It’s all extremely plausible – the internet mostly just bots shouting at each other, everyone with means having a personal AI assistant who is trained to think specifically like them, what new kinds of art really draw people in as authentic, etc. – but speculates about these things while touching lightly on how they are bad and how they are good. Letting it be complicated with AI, can you imagine? Is that even allowed? In the era where I have been told that I’m a “traitor to humanity” for occasionally finding a particular AI powered accessibility tool to be extremely helpful in ways no prior tool has ever come remotely close to? Oh but surely we can’t have nuance in these conversations, oh no.

Unfortunately, everything else about this book is meh. The villain POV (please stop), the weirdly flat delivery of events that are supposed to be tense or upsetting, the main character and the shallow thriller treatment of her trauma, the “twist” in the epilogue.

This makes me not want to read his fantasy, actually. Does it have the same problems, or is he trying too hard to write like a thriller guy?

Content notes: Violence, slavery.
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Just about every state in the union and DC (but not Idaho) proudly touts an end date to open enrollment sometime in January. This year for most states it ends January 15th, but in CA, NJ, NY, RI, and DC, it's January 31st, and here in Massachusetts, it's January 23rd. (Idaho's is December 15th.) [Source]

That sure sounds like the deadline is sometime in January.

No, it kinda isn't.

tl;dr: Just assume if you want insurance to start Jan 1, the deadlines are to enroll by Dec 8 and to pay for the first month by Dec 15. Important deets within. [950 words] )

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Reading Wrap-up 11/25

Dec. 1st, 2025 07:28 am
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In hindsight, it seems my November was horror-reading month. I swear, I hadn't planned it this way, but I won't complain. 

Purcell, Laura: Bone China. Bloomsbury. 2019.
I've been reading her books for a few years now, picking one up every autumn. She's a contemporary author, but she writes in the vein of gothic fiction - there are a lot of remote mansions and haunted castles in her books. Bone China features a remote manor on a cliff, an unreliable narrator and the question of what is truly happening and what is actually only taking place in the protagonist's head. Purcell is really good with the psychological horror. If that's your kind of thing you should definitely check her out.

Moreno-Garcia, Silvia: Mexican Gothic. Del Rey. 2020.
This was my first time with a novel by Moreno-Garcia. I felt that thematically, this was all over the place. Apart from the fact that it's horror it also tried to tackle themes like racism, classism, eugenics and mysoginy, but it didn't spend enough time on any of these themes to make it worthwhile. Additionally, this has a historical setting (the 1950/1960s) even though this is never fully realised and you wonder why the author chose to take this route (probably only to constantly talk about the dress the protagonist was wearing, I don't know). And when we got to the bottom of why the house was "haunted" I basically got off the plane - this is a personal thing of course, but I found this rather silly instead of terrifying. What I really liked was the gothic vibes she managed to evoke while describing the house. The atmosphere and the creepy dreams (that only get creepier as the story progresses) were my highlights.

Tremblay, Paul: Horror Movie. HarperAudio. 2024.
Tremblay simply has the best audiobook productions and this was top-notch as well. If you want to give this novel a try, do yourself a favour and consider the audiobook! I can't say that I fully bought into the "haunted set" idea and most of the characters felt flat and hardly realised, but Tremblay is really good with mixed media. There are several POVs and a screenplay in this. But the novel wasn't overly scary or frightening.

Feito, Virginia: Victorian Psycho. Audible Audio. 2025.
As a project this is very well done and successful, but as a book on its own I find it forgettable. As the title says this marries American Psycho to a Jane Eyre-like plot. The language was the most interesting thing about this, because just like in American Psycho the narration starts off very tame and proper only to get more unhinged as the story progresses. I think that progression was the highlight of the novel and very well done. On the other hand, it was riffing off what Ellis has already done decades ago, so I'm not sure how much of the credit (besides the idea of the Victorian setting) can really go to Feito. In the end, mostly a fanfiction remix even if it's executed extremely well.

Kröger, Lisa & Anderson, Melanie R.: Monster, She wrote! The Women Who Prioneered Horror and Speculative Fiction. Quirk Books. 2018.
Let's start this by saying that this is a beautifully done book. It was quite obviously typeset before the pandemic and before paper became scarce and expensive - there's a lot of free and waste of space here and it's wonderful to see a book "breathe" like that. Happens rarely enough. Sadly, this nonfiction read didn't fully give me what I had expected. Yes, I filled up my TBR because the authors truly manage to find a lot of hidden gems. But I had definitely expected more literary criticism, more in-depth analysis. In the end, this was pretty much snorkeling just below the surface.

Doerr, Anthony: Cloud Cuckoo Land. Scribner. 2021.
I only read this because Ben from Ben reads good gave this a glowing review. Half an hour into the (German) audiobook of 16 hours I thought this would be 16 hours of pure torture. In the end, it wasn't quite that bad, but I can't say that the book and I had a successful time with each other. The "hook" - the Greek epic connecting all the different timelines was as silly as the title suggests and had I known that this would fully be shouldered by kid and teenage protagonists I would have opted out before I even started. I just didn't care for any of it. Okay, that's not true. I cared for the poor beasts of burden who died somewhere in the middle - but even that was mostly the author emotionally manipulating the reader, so I don't know what to make of this.

Forget not

Nov. 30th, 2025 09:56 pm
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Today my online pal Ri, in the Netherlands, said

My sister is going to the MECFS protest in Den Haag today, on my behalf. She has a piece of cartbord and is asking me what to write on it.
Any ideas?

I suggested "Don't forget the people you don't see."

(I think about this a lot, at every protest I'm at.)

Their sister chose this from the suggestions Ri made. They shared a photo their sister took. Written on the cardboard is:

Vergeet de mensen die je niet ziet niet.
- Ri, ME sinds 2012, bedbound sinds 2021

Ri also gave the English translation:

Don't forget the people you don't see.
- Ri, ME since 2012, bedbound since 2021.

Vergeet and Niet (forgot and not) are bolder and bigger than the other words.

pictures for November

Nov. 30th, 2025 03:14 pm
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Last month I finally got off my ass and put up bird feeders in the yard. Moving is a process, okay?

small bird with a green back, gray wings and tail, yellow belly, white face, and black cap perches on a vertical tube feeder full of mixed seed and nuts

Black-capped Chickadee. Despite being our most common backyard bird, they are kind of my favorite. (Don't tell the others.) I love the color palette of their plumage. They can't open seeds with just their beaks, so they will often take one and fly away to bang it open using a tree branch. Sometimes they are clever/lazy and bang them open against the feeder perches.

more birds [8 photos] )

not birds [4 photos] )

love meme time!

Nov. 30th, 2025 05:13 pm
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I'm slowly making my way through the meme leaving comments. It's helping me feel better after the last fight my sister and my mom had (though this one was milder than yesterday's at least, and I was able to deescalate it a bit, which is rare).

holiday love meme 2025
my thread here


Just finished sorting the puzzle pieces of a puzzle I started sorting the pieces of uh, a year ago? Maybe longer? They've been in various boxes and those boxes' lids taking up one of the drawers in my old desk, where I kind of want to put my coffee stuff since I keep my espresso machine on that desk now, so I wanted to reorganize things a bit. I reorganized my sewing stuff already. I'd originally got a cloth organizer that I didn't realize was divided by flimsy mesh, so that wasn't really great for holding, say, thread spools and zippers. I put it on one of the shelves of my new ("new" as in, not as old, not new-new, I got it for my birthday two years ago now, whereas my other desk is almost as old as I am) desk though, and so far it's where all the manuals are going. Might put some more books I want to have on hand there, so they don't take up as much space elsewhere? Could be good for fabric while it's in use too.

The new microphone someone (I don't know if they want to be thanked by name) got me for my birthday is working wonderfully and also makes me feel really cool tbh. And the cats have no interest in it at all! Probably helps that it can be kept vertical but yeah, they haven't even gone for a sniff. I'm so relieved. The portable sewing machine I still need to make sure works -- think I'm gonna try to make a sweater for Ciri to get the hang of it, because she's always shivering but hates going under the covers with me, and I need to learn basically everything about how to use a sewing machine. See, I do have access to a proper one that's as old as I am and cost actual money, but that thing is a behemoth, and, because it belongs to my mom, my brain insists that I ask her how to use it. My mom sucks at teaching, and I absorbed nothing when she showed me how to thread it, so I'm kinda starting from scratch.

Also on the learning docket, how to use these LED soft light things my friend got me so I can take selfies in the depressing dark of winter, and map-making.

Financial stuff is, bad, whatever, I'm not gonna talk about it. I'm aware of it but I try not to wallow. And not to feel guilty about having bought the PS5 after all with limited leftover emergency fund. It will be good for my mental health and I got the cheapest version while on sale, like, I made the best decision possible within the circumstances. It gets here on Tuesday, at which point I guess I'll find out if they'll let me transfer any games over from my PS4 for free or cheap, because I am not in a place to buy games right now.

What else... Oh, I have a [community profile] holiday_wishes list over here. I have a couple of wishes I'm working on fulfilling for other people, though I've fallen behind on reading the posts and need to catch up. I'm not crossing out the PS5 wish because the point was "I need my emergency fund to not disappear from this" and that still applies.

Can't believe it's December tomorrow. Hopefully I can get some motivation out of the year ending like I do every other year.

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