tank of a bear @pandacouch.bsky.social

That's a good plan! My wife and I have taken to reading to each other at night and we're also very excited to get down to Boom Bride, our copy arrived recently as well.

I appreciate both your patience and your enthusiasm, I won't take too terribly long with the update 🖤

Lemme know~! I'm almost ready to commit all these updates to the earlier parts but I'll probably do all the rest all together

ehehehe, please do!

(also *GOOD* this isn't the last time it appears in this story either; 1.29 is literally titled "To Excess")

I miss you Shrike!

House Va'ruun OC from forever ago now

Folks, I'm afraid that I might be funny

Preorder today at itch or buy a paperback from me personally or at one of several local Vancouver bookstores

valwrites.itch.io/boombride

Or find more links and samples at
valwrites.ca

#bsnm #boombride

east is north and west is south (2025)

#AntagonistApril 17

If any among them can be considered as such, it'd probably be Teovald just for how ridiculously, excessively cruel he is compared to everyone else, though any humor in it is small consolation.

THAT’S WHAT I SAID TOO

I got a notification their feed updated but I wasn’t expecting to get a WHOLE NEW SHOW for it and predictably it fucking ROCKS

so two episodes in and I’m already obsessed

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I'm going to tell you a story. It's all about death.

The first two-part episode of our new weird-fantasy epic audiodrama, Our Wars Have Ended, is now live on feeds!

Thank you so much for listening and can't wait to share more.

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You *are* the situation hhh

“Opportunity could emerge any moment,” he scolds. “Therefore, keep your senses sharp.” The doll cranes over me, arms extended to plant his hands into the mattress in that way better reserved for lovers. “We’ll see a ship coming, we’ve got a great view of the harbor,” I say. I reach for the inhaler of dragonbreath somewhere in the blankets but he snatches it up before I can take another drag of the sparkling vapor. “Fine, help yourself,” I invite with a dreamy giggle. “It’s not hitting like it used to, I think my regeneration is counteracting it.” He sets it down on the long, narrow table across from the bed with no intention of partaking. “Please take this seriously, Merion,” he implores. “Give me a little time to grieve,” I protest, my voice rising into a halfhearted yowl. “I don’t even know the totally— fuck. The totality of what I’ve lost yet.” Then he’s back over me as before, placing all of what little weight he has onto the bed. “I do sympathize with you. But you embarrass yourself again.” He clicks fingers near my ear as if it’ll center me. Instead, the sound ripples through my brain across multiple senses; electricity on my skin, waves behind my closed eyes. I crack one open to look at him. Any fear of him I should be feeling isn’t quite taking either. This was a bad idea no matter how irresistible, but I can feel myself having another one. A lopsided grin paints itself over my face instead of the sneer of derision I might have had with more wherewithal. “Suraaaokh,” I unconvincingly croon, “if you’re going to loom over me like that and not even offer to rub my belly then we’re going to have to have a talk about personal space.” My fingers curl into my new shirt to roll it up, exposing a little bit of a pleasantly rounded midriff. At this moment I probably wouldn’t even mind if he took it as an invitation but my bet is otherwise.

cw drug use

patch notes:
filled in a timeskip at the beginning of 1.6.
merion is Weird faster

A black backed jackal, who is tan on the tummy, brown on the sides and has a black and grey streak along her back and tail. Rheo is in fully pubby mode, with useless floppy adorable pawbs. Hearts are floating around her head.

A black backed jackal, who is tan on the tummy, brown on the sides and has a black and grey streak along her back and tail. Rheo is in fully pubby mode, with useless floppy adorable pawbs. Hearts are floating around her head. This version of the image she has glasses too!

Yip Yap Bark Woof Awawawawa *wag* *wag*

Did you know, jaqls can be puppy too? Am I doing it right?

🎨 By the adorable @puppyywife.bsky.social

also big round of applause to bluesky for unshitting itself long enough for me to participate

relieve his stress on his valet Yul and spare her the trouble.

Suraokh has presented as subservient to others over the course of his scheming, being an unreliable but essential ally. To tell the truth about himself he’d say he’s… well, I’m sure the title has something to do with that. (3/3)

Ondria has her sires, an assortment of men she’s married who assist in enforcing her will. She has varying opinions of them, and her association with Teovald is mostly one of convenience. He’s a compact weapon of mass destruction with a sadistic streak and she’s more than content to let him (2/3)

#AntagonistApril 16

Jen has his Wardens, who he entrusts with governance of the various territories of Djaree. Of note are Oleander, with whom he’s speculated to have more than just a professional relationship, and Samsara, who began to conspire against him with his brother Nym. (1/3)

She's a nice girl

2am character concept (who even needs sleep pfft) 🐑🐺

So real for that too, honestly

It’s easier to relax with someone to curl up around anyway

“was it sex” according to merion in rrns

surgery no anesthesia: might be sex

eaten alive: might be sex

actually having sex: probably not. maybe

whatever the fuck happened in that lighthouse: really fucking hope not

making out crazy style with the surgeon while receiving dialysis: close enough

Bonus, let’s talk about serenities!
Having physical forms makes them kinda stupid, comparatively, as they have to deal with clunky things like *minds* and *feelings* so a single interloper might be overseen by a whole network of auditors, who might eventually need geobiological forms themselves.

inclined to be true believers, while threnodic handlers vary but it’s no good to perceived as a charlatan; better to put that suspicion on someone else first. They tend to expend a nameless conscript or two on heretical charges, invented or not. It’s a threnode’s job to cut redundancies anyway (5/5)

Prelate-marines are those with a negligible but documented bit of godblood. Standing upward of four meters tall, often reliant on gravity halos, they wield traditional, blessed weapons made competitive with modern armaments by their legendary grasp of combat spellcraft. They’re also the most (4/5)

made manifest.

Prelature conscripts are generally those with nothing to inherit, paying off their financial and virtuous debts by way of glory instead. In reality, they’re mostly cannon fodder, whipped into frenzy on stimulants and prayer and overseen by handlers from a threnodic order. (3/5)

as well, notably Oleander’s augury and Samsara’s sanctifiers. Civsec is a job most of all, but it’s such an easy transition from conscription that those with even a crumb of patriotic zeal may find it an appealing move. Agents are publicly anonymous and represent the will of their commander (2/5)

#AntagonistApril 15

Dominion civil security is considered a crucial institution for maintaining order. The largest division by far is the vigil, who fulfill the roles of police and soldier in one, operating at the beck and call of the Empress. Her Wardens have their own personal task forces (1/4)

sentient maguffin that the MC is while they blunder into peril after peril, solely in the interest of repaying all the times Jen screwed them over, aided by his own brother and the out-of-work pirate whose captain he disappeared. (3/3)

In Eren's case she's already given up her life, her family, her beauty, and is just dragging a tarnished legacy to the finish line in one last desperate sprint. Jen is watching his people gradually turn against him, quelling riots in the capital all while repeatedly fumbling the (2/3)