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I'm thinking about how, in a stage play, you sometimes can get one actor playing two parts. Sure, sometimes it's because you're short on actors, but sometimes the play is trying to tell you something via the choice of actors with regards to characters, about how two people are metaphorically the same. I even saw someone talk about a play where the main male romantic lead actor and the villain's actor would swap, night to night, so if you saw it more than once, you'd see the protagonist struggle with her choice between two different men, despite making the "same" choice every night by doing what the script dictated.

Maybe this is something unique to the medium of stage plays, but I can't help wondering how you'd accomplish the same technique in a standard text medium, or in something like a TTRPG. Certainly if, for example, I saw a character in a Pratchett book start talking in smallcaps, I'd think something was up with Death, but fonts can be distracting if not used well. TTRPGs have the additional problem that as the DM, I'm already every character. How do I key that same level of similarity, of familiarity, that a character being played by the same actor would have? Hm.

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Blood can be used to control vampires, but there are other means to do so.

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Nessa raised her fist to her lips and frowned. She silently counted her resources, knitted her eyebrows together furiously calculating odds, and scanned the other player's boards. "I... pass." She leaned back in her chair, chewing her lip.

Jinx picked up the dice and started fidgeting with them, clacking the old wooden dice in one hand. "I thiiiiink..." She started, and then suddenly dropped all the dice with a shout. "Ouch!"

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A short vampire piece in response to "The monster doesn't know where it is. It knows this, because it also doesn't know where it isn't." Based off the board game Nyctophobia, which is truly excellent, with the right host...

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Nessa, blindfolded, finds Gabby guiding her hand to her plastic piece. She feels around - empty space, forest, the empty hole where Jinx's piece should be...

"Um," she says. "I think I'm lost."

"What do you mean, lost? Weren't you right next to Jinx?"

"Not anymore. I guess I got moved?"

"Or she did."

Nessa moves her piece over one space, where Jinx was, and feels around herself again. The forest maze materializes in her memory, foggy moonlit pines in orderly grid rows... and the space she's in doesn't match any of them. "Shit. I think maybe the forest changed?"

"That's right, my dear Nessa," says Gabby right in Nessa's ear. She jumps, but not very far, as Gabby circles her arm around Nessa's neck. "The forest moves at my command. Does that truly surprise you?"

Nessa can just visualize Gabby, clad in gossamer black fabric, her dark skin blending in with the foreboding pines, her pointed hat shading her face save for a crooked, pointy smile. She shivers as Gabby runs a finger down her neck.

"Yes, I think you'll make a lovely little puppet. I can almost see your strings already..."

Nessa squeaks. "I hide and end my turn!"

Gabby whispers in her ear, her lips lingering by Nessa's neck. "Spoilsport..."

My Sweet

Oct. 11th, 2024 11:06 am
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I wrote a short series of vampire fiction a while back, and given that it's spooky season it seemed prudent to bring it back - after all, I can't tell new stories without telling you the old ones

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Nessa got out of the hired car and stood, apparently, at the address she'd been invited to. "Oh, you've got to come with us to board game night," Gabby had said. "There's this great board game cafe on broad street, I'll text you the address." She had failed to mention that it was some kind of gothic castle.

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I am... so annoyed with my own brain. It just constantly overwrites the very important section that keeps track of how other people feel about me with "they don't care about you even slightly". I have empirical evidence that this is not the case!! And yet, if I ask it how someone feels about me, it goes, "they probably find you slightly annoying and/or dismiss you entirely".

This is occasionally nice when someone does something nice for me and I get to be surprised and gratified that they thought of me; it is mostly upsetting and makes me feel lonely in the middle of a crowd. Bah.

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Mechanized Chassis Pilot Handbook 242.9: Do not attempt to enter the cockpit except by the cockpit doors. Failure to do so can lead to damage to pilot or mech.

"Corporal Stormcrow!" Finn walked in on the mech-eye-level catwalk and waved at me. The rain outside had slowed to a light drizzle, but most everyone else was out on patrol at the moment. I raised a hand in greeting.

This time, however, she wasn't alone. A young recruit, pilot suit still freshly printed, followed at her side. "Told you I'd bring the new kid around. Kid, this is Corporal Stormcrow. Corporal Stormcrow, this is Provisional Pilot Kayla."

The kid smiled and waved at me. "Pleasure to meet you, Corporal!"

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Slime Dolls

Oct. 8th, 2024 11:31 am
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The slide projector clicked, and the lecturer at the front of the dark classroom gestured at the picture on the wall. "This," she said, "is a normal, healthy clockwork doll."

The picture displayed a porcelain doll, arms at its side, and that same doll opened up to reveal the clockwork inside. There were a few titters from the audience.

"Oh, come now, you'll be proper witches soon. You can't be giggling at the first sight of clockwork or you'll never get anything done." There was a click as the slide projector advanced, and a low murmur spread through the class at the sight of the new image. Evidently the same doll on the left, but on the right the clockwork had been completely replaced with a green slime. "Physarum Keramimesis, also called the doll mimic. This is the third stage of its life cycle, where it forms a hard pseudo-ceramic shell and moves about in search of a place to release its spores. Some specimens have been shown to be highly intelligent, for a simple slime. They can be taken in and given orders much like a doll, but do not possess true loyalty. Note the slight deviation of the runes here on the upper arms and torso, as well as the slight discoloration of the hair at the roots. This variety is harmless, however..."

The slide projector advanced again, and this time there were gasps of alarm. The left side once again looked identical, but the right side had green slime all around the existing clockwork, jamming it in place. "Phytomexia Plasmokeramikos. A parasitic slime mold that spreads from doll to doll, preventing it from displaying signs of illness. Like Keramimesis, it has enough intelligence to follow orders, but unlike Keramimesis, most of its 'cleaning' activities are actually spreading spores within its environment in the hopes of infecting other nearby dolls. There are still signs, though - note the discoloration at the joints, particularly nearest to the torso." The projector clicked again to show the doll surrounded by a greenish-yellow aura. "And here, through thaumic resonance, the aura can be seen leaking into the doll's standard aura."

Uneasy murmurs spread through the classroom for a moment, only to be interrupted by the lecturer swinging her pointer down on the table. "But! This slime must not be confused with our following slime!"

The projector clicked again. The doll on the left once again appeared identical, and on the right, the same green slime - but this time, instead of attaching itself to the clockwork, it lined the inside of the porcelain like a second shell. "Physarum Parakeramikos, also known as 'The Doll's Helper'. Although this slime has the same appearance as Plasmokeramikos, this slime actually enters into a symbiotic relationship with the doll. It can repair hairline fractures within the doll's porcelain, prevent particles such as Plasmokeramikos spores from entering the doll, and generally improve the doll's lifespan and responsiveness. It is unfortunate that in their early life cycles, Plasmokeramikos and Parakeramikos appear extremely similar. The rest of today's lecture will primarily be on how to distinguish between the parasite and the symbiote. This will be on the mid-term, so please be sure to take notes."

There was assorted grumbling from the room as the audience shuffled around for pencils and notebooks.

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Impressions of Detail: The dark around you rustles, crackles, splits under your exploratory hands — the inside of a cocoon?

My head felt fuzzy, like I'd just barely woken up and could drift back off to sleep at any moment. I tried to turn over, pull the blankets up around me and burrow back into bed, but something stopped me. It was like I was lying on top of the blanket I was trying to move, or trying to turn while lying on my own hair. No matter how much I tugged at it, it wouldn't come free. My arms felt weak, entrapped, like I was still dreaming and half sleep paralyzed.

I tried opening my eyes - usually that dispelled any leftover dreams I was having - but found that it was still pitch-black. My first thought was It's too early for this. My second thought was Wait, where's the power strip light?

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A, who's kinda glad she's always had her childhood friend B to rely on and help her through the tough times, and who would do anything for her

B, who's known A for less than a week but had to do something to blend in and hide from the law, and now feels really bad about it

Jen sat on the cliff overlooking the town with her childhood friend, Scarlet, just like they had done every weekend of every summer throughout their lives. It definitely got better when they were old enough to buy their own ice pops, and even better when Scarlet got a fake ID and could buy beer earlier this summer. Jen couldn't enjoy them in quite the same way, lacking a digestive system, but she liked pressing the cold cans to her heat sinks and feeling the condensation drip down her artificial skin.

Jen snuck a look at Scarlet as she tipped back a can to catch the last dregs. Her dirty-blonde hair had been cut short just a few days ago, and it looked good. Better than just good. Scarlet put down the can, and Jen hurriedly looked away, her cooling vanes spreading out behind her in the setting sun. Why now? They'd known each other for more than a decade, they'd grown up together, she'd been there when Jen had figured out she liked girls, so why-

Why was it only now, less than a day before she was supposed to leave, that she'd caught feelings for her best friend?

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Oct. 1st, 2024 10:06 am
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I've used "Relia writes" for a while mostly to organize my own writing in a sea of tags, and I kind of like it. I got into the habit near the end of cohost of using "Relia doesn't write" for non-fiction pieces, but honestly it feels a little mean... I need to find a new tag for posts like this one.

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Reblogged post: Cohost Archiving, from Caffeinated Otter

I'm so glad these made it to a more permanent destination! Impressions of Detail in particular was really important to me actually starting to write for real, it means a lot to me (and there are so many prompts I want to use, still!)

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Friends, if you've enjoyed the work of the many and wonderful fine authors on Cohost, then I have something for you. The Cohost Writer's Salon Zine is a small sampling of the work of many of the truly wonderful authors on Cohost, and is now available for free on itch.io. You can print it out and have a little physical artifact of that place, in half-page zine form! Or you can just download the pdf and read it on your device.

I spent a lot of time trying to get it to look nice, but ultimately the people who contributed to it spent a whole lot more time writing these wonderful pieces. We, collectively, sincerely hope that you enjoy it.

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Original prompt from Foone on Tumblr: Walking my pet angel in the morning, I've got the leash clipped onto her halo.

"Look, either get this thing off of me or clip the leash somewhere else. This is... demeaning!"

"That's the point, darling. You halo's too strong to just break - we've got to ripen it up, making it so thick and full of sin it has no choice but to... burst."

Her keeper whispered the last right next to her ear, and the angel shivered. She pushed down on her very short, rapidly tenting skirt. "Y-Your plan is to embarrass my halo to death?!"

"Well, as long as you're enjoying yourself," said the angel's keeper, flicking the now-horizontal skirt front and making the angel yelp, "I'd say it's a win-win." She grinned. Now, let's see what's going on down at the shops, eh darling? I know that cute batista has been eyeing you every time you come in~"

The angel's face flushed bright red as she fought with her skirt. Her keeper tugged on her leash - and, just for a moment, her halo wobbled.

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Mechanized Chassis Pilot Handbook 392.3: Under certain circumstances, a mech can be used as improvised camping equipment.

Rain and curses both streamed quietly through the forest as a lone pilot fought with the camping kit.

"Pilot Walker, why do you not simply sleep in the cockpit? It is already warm and dry."

"That's not the point," she grunted, hauling a rope against a tree branch, which broke. "Stupid mother fucking- listen, Stormcrow, I've got this, just give me a-"

Suddenly, the rain over Abagail stopped. She looked up to see Stormcrow's massive hand shielding her from the rain. "Well. That helps." She eyed the mech, still holding the rope in her off hand.

"Pilot Walker, do you have a new plan in mind?"

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Lone Wolf

Sep. 20th, 2024 12:17 pm
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"Commander on deck!"

There was a chorus of boots and servos as every person in the hangar saluted.

"At ease," called the Commander as she made her way to the center catwalk. Thankfully she wasn't one of those hardasses who enforced every single iota of protocol. She didn't need to. She had our respect. "New watch rotations after the latest casualties. Look 'em over, share 'em with your squad, get 'em done. I expect the new rotas to go into place with the 1800 shift. Command's still figuring out our next move, so if you're not on watch, take some R&R. Dismissed."

She turned to go. I looked at the posted watch schedule on my HUD. Then I ran after her.

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Originally in response to Slime-Who on cohost: Ooze that's just going to hole up in this nice ceramic shell

Springs, head doll of the Witch of Fires Beneath the Earth, had a problem. It had started small: a single replacement arm had gone missing nearly two weeks ago, and simply could not be found despite repeated searches. Easy enough to replace, but it represented a... lack of order.

Springs couldn't abide things being out of order. It vexed the doll.

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A girl, or something shaped like one, fell from a hole in the air at speed. Seemingly without thinking, it flinched, and gossamer wings spread out behind it, slowing its descent before it hit the metal grate flooring. "Ow..." it said, trying untangle itself from its simple light grey dress.

In the center of the room, a great pillar of tiny lights and glass tubes flickered to life. Armatures descended from the ceiling, nearly twenty feet up, closing in on the creature with lenses, probes, and whirring claws. It backed away from them, scrambling backwards until it hit a metal cylinder in the wall of the room. "S-stay away from me!" it cried, its antannae quivering as it tried to hide from the robotic limbs behind its hands.

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originally from streletsi on tumblr

You know how when you shine a laser at a helicopter the cockpit blares with alarms because it thinks a missile is locking on? Turns out they don't take the implants out of mech pilots that function similarly once they're discharged. Shine a laser at your mech pilot gf and watch her freak the fuck out.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay, babe? It'll be loud."

I tapped my ears, full of the special prescription-grade earplugs the post-deployment med folks had issued me. "I'll be fine, dear," I said, my voice distorted in my own head. "Besides, I'm used to loud."

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Erica rolled over as the morning sun hit her face. She expected to sink blissfully back into her goolfriend, but instead hit a hard, rubbery outer shell. She sleepily protested as she levered her eyes open to took at Gleria. "Baaaabe..."

"Sorry, Love," said Gleria, whose phone was currently floating inside her charcoal-tinted spherical mass and texting furiously. "Bad news from work, gotta respond." She stretched out of bed and extended a handful of pseudopods to skitter upstairs to her office, still writing the response of per my last email.

Erica blinked from the waterproof bed as her goolfriend vanished. "I'll make breakfast for us, okay?" she called.


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