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This is not a chapter, sorry. Next chapter is about 60% and moving slowly.
Sorry and thanks to everyone in my patreon who's put up with no chapters for the past months. I'm writing, but it's very slow.
And last month, actually, shit, two months ago, when I was actually making real...
Threadmarks: Turn Up The Volume, a Full Metal Panic fic
Full Metal Panic, Turn Up the Volume
Epilogue: Mission Creep
Chofu, Tokyo
August 18th, 2024
Sousuke Sagara waved off Lieutenant Mao's offer of a 'tour' of the small apartment they were going to share on their mission in favor of requesting a sitrep. Well, small by American standards, he...
Research Can Be A Dredge, a Dredge crossover.
Île Destot, October 14, 1985
Deep in the southwest Pacific, on a tiny island known as Île Destot, a young woman finally stopped puttering around a prefab shack and flopped down on a narrow cot. She had a thin, skinny really, body, and a...
The hazard of being a writer is you can only write what you know. You always need to know more things.
On the other hand, I bet you could rewrite the entire DC wiki from scratch if need be.
@Mr Zoat Seeing Ratchet actually brings up an important question to me. Why did he go with 'pull' when there's the setting thematic 'pawl'? A pawl being the toothed bar that engages the geared drum of a ratchet and provides its function. Too close to actual 'paul' or just didn't think about it?
*SIGH*
I wish OL could fix my brain damage. I might as well just give up on commenting, or asking questions, or anything like that. I just can't fucking track things anymore.
Pretty sure she met the guy? There was an episode in this fic where they forcibly deported him. He gave her a mind usb drive full of his shape-shifting knowledge.
I can't remember exactly where, but I think it's actually stated that its 1984. I wouldn't have picked that date for the story myself. I'd have gone with 1986, so Anya could share my actual birthday, July 12th, 1980. As mentioned in the story, siAnya thought she might be 4, pretending to be 6...
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"This place is amazing, and I want to live here," I announced as I wandered the aisles like I was at a museum.
Or a zoo.
Jupiter Hanza Markt was THE electronic store in Ostania, and probably one of the best in Europe. This is the mid-80s, the time when...
When the women and children showed up, I had been there for hours. They found me using a pole handled scraper to remove acoustic from the ceiling on the bottom floor. Acoustic is the pebbly stuff they spray on internal ceilings as texture and to stop echoes. It's cheap and easy to apply, but...
Running around Gotham rooftops in the middle of the night while dressed as a giant bat sounds a lot cooler than it is.
Actually, it fucking sucks.
It's hot. Grit and Endurance mean I'm even more resistant to heat now than I was growing up in Louisiana without air conditioning, but it's still...
I lived, bitch. Did the unfamiliar ceiling joke and everything.
Small stroke. Not the worst in the world, I still have the neurons that distinguish me from a marmoset. Still have muscle control and language and memory. So I've got that going for me, which is nice.
What I have lost is...