Iden and the Space Emperor have two beautiful daughters btw

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Iden and the Space Emperor have two beautiful daughters btw
I really like when child characters experiment with cruelty as like, a developmental stage and a response to their environment rather than as foreshadowing of villainy to come. Often children will be written as doing something awful and thatâs it, thatâs their moral event horizon, weâre supposed to understand that theyâre Bad Forever and can only get worse.
I know I wrote Iden as having killed the pashuun by reflexively throwing it to the ground after it bit him but now I kind of think he should have had more agency in hurting it. Heâs far more interesting as a foil to the space emperor if he has developed real impulses towards sadism and cruelty in response to trauma. An uncomfortably imperfect victim in contrast to Patsy, who has the blood of entire planets on his hands but has enjoyed the privilege of retaining a grotesque sort of innocence.
something Iâm eager to explore is the politics of âhumanityâ. most inhabitants of the galaxy are descendants of Earth humans that have divergently evolved to greater or lesser degrees over millions of years. the word âhumanâ, however l, is politically fraught. the space emperor uses it once and everybody flinchesâitâs not a slur, exactly, but only poets and fascists use it. it invokes the idea of some grand, ancient racial unity, in opposition to truly âalienâ species like the Djesh and whatever Pex is (âŠlowkey a chupacabraâŠ) and is also kind of a spit in the eye to the more dramatically diverged post-human species, most of whom descend from ancestors who were forced to settle on less conventionally habitable planets and are therefore disenfranchised by imperial norms.
idenâs attitude towards patsy is that post thatâs like âwhen you meet someone 3 levels more autistic than you and it puts you into a rageâ. recognition of the self through the other.
iden and patsy go to have sex for the first time and both have to conceal their mutual disappointment that the other has humanoid genitalia
âOh,â said Iden.
âIs it okay?â the space emperor asked anxiously. âItâs not⊠too weird?â
Iden smiled weakly. âWeird? No, no, of course not. Not weird.â He bit his lip. âIn fact⊠no, never mind. I mean, itâs fine, itâs good. Great. Very nice.â
The space emperor was not reassured. âItâs all perfectly functional,â he said, trying to keep the edge of desperation out of his voice. âNo problems. I havenât gotten any complaints about it.â He paused for a moment, remembering their earlier conversation with a hot flush of discomfort. âNot that anyone wou⊠I⊠umâŠâ
Iden graciously interrupted him. âItâs very nice,â he said, and gave the space emperorâs hand a reassuring pat. âNothing wrong with the classics.â He shed his own clothing with easy grace, the subtle hollows and ridges of his many scars casting small shadows across his lean muscles in the raking light of the lamp. The space emperor watched him, entranced, until Iden stood naked before him.
They stared at each other for a long moment.
âI really thought youâd be more alien,â the space emperor confessed.
âOh, fuck off,â snapped Iden.
iden and patsy go to have sex for the first time and both have to conceal their mutual disappointment that the other has humanoid genitalia
I think the funniest thing to do with Patsy is to have him be a guy who is naturally just. Fantastically well-suited to mundane communal governance. Heâd be the perfect anarchist community organizer with a passion for boring local politics who gets enthusiastic about the most efficient and equitable way to replace the pipes at the water treatment center and makes 40 minute PowerPoint presentations about it and enjoys watching othersâ. But alas, his talents have been horrifically squandered by being the emperor of space.
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I don't even like blasting my ray gun anymore. I don't like flying my UFO around anymore
don't say that
I don't even like invading planets
Oria is, uh, not an especially sentimental person nor is she prone to keepsakes, but shortly after Iden came to live with her I think he angrily made her a Galaxyâs Meanest Aunt certification card or something and then years later he found it carefully preserved among her spartan possessions.
trying to teach a princess about revolutions and she excitedly asks me what her role in it will be and i have to look away sadly
Random bar patrons: âWhy hasnât anyone done him in yet? I mean, seriously. Huge galaxy. Thereâs got to be at least a handful of planets populated by elite assassins, yeah?â
Patsy: âDozens of them. Who are we talking about?â
Random bar patrons: âItâs got to happen sooner or later. Surely. It canât go on like this. It just gets worse and worse.â
Random bar patrons: âRight? Iâd do it myself if I thought I had any chance of success.â
Iden: âI completely agree.â
Patsy: âDo what?â
Random bar patrons: âAnd Iâm sure loads of people feel this way. Millions. Billions, probably. Forty nine planets were declared uninhabitable just this last imperial unitâthatâs crazy! It canât go on like this. Things are getting desperate.â
Random bar patrons: âExactly. If things were more stable, Iâd understand, but itâs been nearly seven standards since they blew up⊠what was its name? Luddow?â
Iden: âLutoya.â
Random bar patrons: âYeah! That was crazy. And for what? So wasteful⊠like, Iâm not saying it would have been right to have invaded it, but that was a whole habitable world just poof! gone. Anyway, Iâm just some guy and if Iâm saying all this, there have got to be loads of others better equipt to do it, right?â
Random bar patrons: âThereâs a rebel alliance.â
Random bar patrons: âWell, thereâs rebels. The âallianceâ part never seems to work out.â
Iden: âIt needs to. Thatâs the only way anything is going to change.â
Random bar patrons: âI hear you. But stillâsomebodyâs gotta do it, right? Whatâs wrong with people? In all this big blasted galaxy, thereâs gotta be someone who could get in there and have a go at himâŠâ
Iden: âSurely.â
Random bar patrons: âItâs not like it would be hard. I mean, all it would take is a pretty face and a complete lack of self-respect⊠somebody willing to put out for the greater good, then WHAM, crush his windpipe while heâs still riding the wave, problem solved.â
Iden: âI think it would be a lot more complicated that that.â
Random bar patrons: âNah. Iâm telling you. A suicidal slut assassin could safe us all. Thereâs gotta be somebody willing and able to pull it off. Iâm just surprised it hasnât happened already.â
Iden: âWell. Maybe suicidal slut assassins are more complicated than they sound. Maybe they dream of more than revenge.â
Random bar patrons: âBut thereâs trillions of people in the galaxy, there have got to be thousands whoâdââ
Iden: âMaybe itâs harder than it sounds to kill someone so intimately. Maybe itâs pretty traumatic to turn yourself into a sexy human weapon at the expense of everything else.â
Random bar patrons: âSure, butââ
Iden: âYou do it then, if youâre so confident! Patsy, weâre leaving. These⊠these armchair revolutionaries donât know what theyâre talking about.â
tweaking the design of these guys a bit. They're a tiny, solitary, sapient alien that evolved to survive in an endless windstorm. I initially imagined them as sea dwelling, but I think they might work well with a setting I've been tossing around, a little planet dominated by oceans of wheat
Enough of the trope where memory loss undoes the damage or the corruption or whatever. More content where removing memories just removes the context.
The tragedy of needing to grieve and not knowing what or who you lost or why. The angst of having trauma and being denied the awareness that it's trauma. The suspense of being different somehow and left to wonder how and when. The tension of knowing that something is off and you can't find where it hurts. The Adventure Zone gets it. Kingdom Hearts gets it.
There is an aching inside you and you don't know how it got there.
Ma'am this is the space restaurant we only serve bumpy fruit and severed tentacle
that's fine can i get a glass of something bright blue that's bubbling so violently it'd be impossible to take a sip. extra dry ice on the side
things Iâm looking forward to writing
-Iden and Patsy encountering historical reenactors
-the space emperor encountering Rich Peopleâąïž
-honestly from the moment I started writing back in 2018 I knew I wanted disco to be a prominent theme and joke and have scenes set at space discos and maybe even have it be an earnest appreciation of disco as a genre and dance as a humanizing element. but then I played disco elysium and I was like well dammit now I canât have an idiot amnesiac villain protagonist having spiritual epiphanies about the universe at a disco or people will think itâs plagiarism. so I might not actually write that into the story. BUT. know in your hearts that Iden is a clubber and Patsy would fall to his knees sobbing to by corniest dance ballad you can possibly imagine.
*sassy gay friend from a 90s sitcom voice* Well, Mr. Emperor, I wouldn't mind having a 'heavenly man-date' of my own
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