- Location
- Third planet from the star named Sol
- Pronouns
- He/They
LETS F*CKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO![ ] He is MY child, whatever his origins or secrets, and whatever his choices.
LETS F*CKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO![ ] He is MY child, whatever his origins or secrets, and whatever his choices.
I raise another possibility.[ ] He is MY child, whatever his origins or secrets, and whatever his choices.
C'moooon Kohatu soul graft. 🤞
Make the assertion spirit-biology true-ish, retroactively. Just jam that mother-soul in there it'll be fine.
It just won't feel like a proper liminal adventure if we get through it without traumatic soul damage, you know? I fully trust this half-mad half-dead muscle-brained lady to graft new spiritual matter onto us.
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Personally I found this bit quite interesting: why exactly were they denied and who was doing the denying? Why did learning to write make his hands bleed?Horizon Blade learned to wield a sword as a writing stick, and elders cudgel, no matter how it made his hands bleed. Master learned denied things, weaving, carving, kin, learned present. Not only talons, ruin, futures. Soothed, wrapped his wounds.
Personally I found this bit quite interesting: why exactly were they denied and who was doing the denying? Why did learning to write make his hands bleed?
Two people.Personally I found this bit quite interesting: why exactly were they denied and who was doing the denying? Why did learning to write make his hands bleed?