#fractured light

[bluejay5637]

❤️Happy Valentines Day❤️

[dreamproxyaesthetics]

A force so powerful it will fracture light itself

[gloomdocwife]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Weatherlight is gone, and its crew splintered. Arvad strikes out on his own; Shanna, Tiana, and Raff attempt to pick up the pieces. As the Phyrexian invasion threatens to swallow Dominaria whole, can the crew mend the past and save the future?

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Here's the prologue for my post-DMU fic. If WOTC won't tell us what happened to the Weatherlight, I'll do it myself.

Expect lots of middle-aged man Angst And Trauma, some hurt/comfort, and lots of violence!

[ephrom]

Lily Orchard's Totally Noncontroversial Opinions

One of the things Lily Orchard does that actually pisses me off about her is she constantly tries to paint herself as the totally normal and reasonable one--while the fact that everybody else dislikes her is merely a coincidence. It's part of the "silent majority" framing used by such people as Richard Nixon. This notion that actually everybody agrees with me but the vocal minority is drowning out their voices for one reason or another.

This is the same woman who just a month and a half ago released a video where she said the reason lesbians write about abuse so much is because of an anime from the 1990s.

I commentated on this video awhile back, and it's currently my most popular commentary and my only one with over five thousand views.

Seriously, to give everybody an idea of how far this video has spread compared to my usual work, MangaKamen--somebody with over one hundred thousand subscribers and who I previously had a relationship with made up of nothing more than me insulting his girlfriend--found it and liked it.

It's actually funny, by the way, because this video took off at around the same time the entire slideshow commentary community was grilling me for an admittedly terrible commentary on Fractured Light which I will not be talking about further in this post. If you want to know more about that situation, I'd recommend just watching Berylchord's video, as it goes into every reason why that commentary was so hated and deserved to be.

Anyway, I mention this because Beryl's video on me really deserves more views than it's gotten. It is by far the best commentary on me made so far--and I hope it remains the best for quite a long time. (Because I hope in the future I don't need nearly hour long commentaries made on me.) Oh, it also started the meme of Toganium being my boyfriend, and that alone is worth Beryl getting to at least one hundred subscribers.

Okay, back to Lily Orchard. In my commentary on her, I point out that the actual reason for this is most likely because lesbian relationships have a higher rate of domestic abuse than any other form of relationships. This is for several reasons, among them that society as a whole really only views men of even being capable of abuse (and even then, usually only against women) so the idea of a female abusing somebody is already questionable to the majority of the population. Put that together with a dogmatic demand from a handful of LGBT rights groups that no abusive homosexual relationships be shown in mainstream media and you end up in a situation where both women engaging in abuse and homosexual abuse are seen as basically non-existent. The general population could hardly imagine either of them happening on their own, let alone both happening at the same time.

This was talked about by TheMysteriousMrEnter back in 2015 in a video I highly recommend watching.

I also know for a fact that Lily has admitted to the second one, saying so in her two hour video on Steven Universe.

This is a fairly common view among LGBT social thinkers--but Lily's view that it's because of an anime is supposed to be the non-controversial one? This is also the same woman who not only hates The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but also has compared those who enjoy it with those who suffer from Stockholm syndrome. (Side note: Do not look up "Lily Orchard Stockholm" ever.)

Don't get me wrong, Lily Orchard has every right to not like this movie and argue its aged poorly in this or that way--I'd argue those reasons are poorly informed--as I have in another commentary that can be viewed here:

You know it's good because it caused some weirdo on the internet to unofficially transvestigate me--in a comment I couldn't find. I could find my reply pointing out that a surprising amount of people think I'm transgender though.

This is something Lily has done for years, by the way. In 2016, she released a 3AM Ramble criticizing the idea that she's polarizing.

To be fair, she does make some good points--mostly regarding how most criticism of her critical skills at the time was little more than "you're so arrogant"--but her attempts to prove that she's not controversial simply fall flat. The most she gives is that there are other more controversial things you could do (which is the fallacy of relative comparison) and that most of her videos don't have more likes than dislikes. Of course, even if you are a controversial figure, it's more likely that a fan is going to watch any of your videos than somebody who is critical of you, so the ratings are naturally skewed to be on the higher side.

I also want to note this video is one of many where she calls the YouTube audience, and even her own audience, a bunch of vapid morons that she is better than. On one hand, she'll say she's not actually as arrogant as she pretends to be in Glass of Water, and then she'll say that most people are idiots and she's one of the cognitive elite.

What's especially notable is she denies her work being controversial, all while claiming that Glass of Water is contrarian as a series. If an opinion being expressed is different from the mainstream, then by definition it's at least somewhat controversial. And again, what's especially notable is the fact that Lily does not even have to hide this--she's literally saying this and not understanding how it disproves the other things that she says.

Mind you, the point is not to actually think about how people respond to her opinion, it's just to make herself look more mainstream than she actually is. Lily is supposed to be the person who talks for everybody but who mainstream culture just won't listen to. She's another member of contrarian counter-culture, and everything she does should be seen as such.

[fracturedlight-comic]

Fractured Light: Prologue cover

[titaniasfics]

Fractured Light - A  Kalagang Oneshot

Okay, this is probably trash. But it wouldn’t leave me alone.

Rated M: Mature Situations

Note: I own nothing related to Sense8 or its characters, nor am I profiting from this writing.

Author’s Note:

This is my first foray into Kalagang fanfiction. Actually, this is my first Sense8 fanfiction ever.  

Fractured Light was inspired by the events at the end of Season 2 (where I think I might have died a little death). I don’t even try to speculate on how the cluster would have gotten Wolfgang out of BPO - that’s for another fanfic. Instead, I focus on the aftermath, in Paris, during what I imagine to be Wolfgang’s recover period.

XXXXX

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

You left me in the dark

No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight

In the shadow of your heart

from Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine

Wolfgang’s chest still ached even after nearly a week from being rescued from the BPO facility in Berlin. There was also a general soreness to his muscles that still made it hard for him to get out of bed in the morning. But he never complained about the residual pain from the electric shock.  Kala knew these things only because it was in their special nature to know these things about each other. He couldn’t hide the pain from her, even when he tried.

Just as she couldn’t hide her longing from him.

Kala thought about her cluster, now scattered to their home countries except for Riley, Will, Nomi and Neets, who were still London, dealing with the aftermath of Wolfgang’s extraction. Sun was the last to leave Kala, her parting gesture a remarkable strong hand placed over Kala’s fist.

I take everything I'm feeling, everything that matters to me... I push all of it into my fist, and I fight for it.

Kala knew a fight was coming, and her biggest adversary lay, weak with torture and self-loathing in the master bedroom of her Parisian flat.

She sipped a cup of strong coffee on the paint-chipped balcony, shivering in her pajamas. The black silk pant-set was much more demure than what she would wear in the heat of Bombay, but she found Paris to be much colder than she’d imagined though it was already spring. She’d taken to wrapping herself in a bright pink comforter to keep away the early morning chill as she continued to hold her vigil over Wolfgang.

He was awake now but he neither called out to her nor made any attempts to move; in fact, he had barely spoken to her since they’d arrived. It was clear that he wanted to ease into the day on his own. She understood this. Privacy was an illusion with sensates, connected as they were but she could pretend to give him space. To let him be alone with the tumult of his feelings, as long as they did not carry him away. That she would not allow.

She rose when he was ready and went to the kitchen to fetch his coffee and fix a meal tray. She tried to arrange for a typical German breakfast - butter bretzeln und käse or even pfannkuchen but they were in Paris and so she opted for a crusty, buttered roll, dutch cheese and a tartine.  She carried the tray to the bedroom and set it down on the end table. He’d risen, making his way gingerly to the bathroom. She wanted to help him, support him in some way but Wolfgang was not the kind of man who asked for help, even if he needed it. And he wanted very much to stand on his own feet after what had happened, becoming stronger and stronger every day.

Kala smoothed out the soft, white blankets as he ran the water, and took in the airy room painted in pale yellow, bordered with a typical ornate balustrade in braided leaves of tinted gold. The floor was a mosaic of tile in colors that picked up the pale yellow, adding blues, pinks, purples and golds of the decor. The blue sky beyond the wide balcony was dotted with the thick, white clouds of a perfect spring morning, complementing the cheerful colors within. These were tones she would have chosen for herself and she was again reminded that Rajan had bought this apartment, decorated and prepared it for her comfort and to keep her safe.

Her husband, who had so considerately arranged for the perfect hideaway for his wife and her lover.

Why didn’t she feel more ashamed of herself?

“Because, you have something dark and wicked inside,” Wolfgang’s voice came from somewhere inside of her, startling her but only for a moment. He now stood behind her - she had sensed not only his approach, but the intention behind it.

She turned her head to find his face was only a few inches from hers. “Just as you have something good and beautiful hiding inside of you.” She made sure to speak the words out loud.

That familiar, dark feeling flowed through him again, nearly crippling him, and in consequence, her. Instead of closing the space between them, he sat heavily on the mattress. She took the chair near the bed, folding her hands on her lap. Everything tasted of bitterness and it was tied, irrevocably, to her.

“Why do you do that?” she asked.

“You know why,” he said, turning his head away as if the sight of her pained him. It did, in fact, pain him. She was too aware of that fact.

“It means nothing to you that I disagree entirely?” she asked..

Wolfgang’s face became hard. There was still a drained look about him that was slowly improving, though the agony was the result of something that could not be seen. “It doesn’t matter if you agree or not. It’s the truth.”

Kala flipped the bangs that had fallen over her face.“You’re right. You betrayed me.”

His eyes went wide in surprise. “What?”

“You did,” she shrugged, numbering off her reasons as if she were reading from a delivery manifest. “You were tortured. You were drugged. And in your moment of greatest weakness, you betrayed me. Had you been held longer, you would have betrayed our entire cluster. They would have hunted us and either killed us or turned us into zombies. Did I leave anything out?”

“You’re crazy!” he said, the look of horror on his face bordering on the comical.

“This, I can agree with. In fact, I would propose that we are both crazy in the same way.”

She felt his struggle, the way he gnashed his teeth to keep from doing something embarrassing, like cry in front of her. She wanted to wrap herself around him, heal every wound that had ever been inflicted upon him but she could not make him forgive himself. This was one thing he had to do alone.

She reached for the blood pressure sleeve, the sound of velcro tearing itself apart resounded in the hollow space. Fumbling, she wrapped the black elastic material around his arm, receiving only his tortured silence. He said nothing still as she pressed the button on the machine, the pneumatic pump whirring to life. While the machine worked, she put the stethoscope over her ears, pressing the cool metal disc to his pulse. She was hardly a medic but she understood the fundamentals of human physiology.

“I think you are healing well despite the fact that the shocks put a great deal of strain on your heart.” She pulled a clip board from the end table, detaching the pen and updating the information on the pad. “You are very strong.”

He only stared at her, though he was a mass of conflicting emotions beneath the surface.

When the machine gave the digital reading, she made a notation on the chart, removed the sleeve, and set it aside. She picked up his coffee cup, offering it to him, her hands unsure but she willed themselves to be steady. Still he said nothing. Butterflies grew and spread throughout her body as she waited for him to take her offering.

“I think it’s gone cold,” she said finally.

He woke from his stupor and took the cup from her, placing it on the table next to them. Then he pulled her towards him and held her, a hug that said everything he couldn’t bring himself to say in words. Kala’s body gave itself up the contact, the press of skin against skin, the scrape of stubble as he dragged his chin across her shoulder. After a long while, he leaned back, his fingers curled in her dark hair.

“You should have stayed with Rajan,” he said finally.

Kala’s eyes narrowed until the muscles twitched. “Never say that to me again. This is not about Rajan. This is about you and me. Us.”

“BPO knows who you are now because of me,” he continued. She could barely sense anything beyond his self-loathing, like an opaque screening hiding him from her sight.

“None of us would have been able to withstand what you did for very long.” She dropped her eyes to her lap.  “You cannot be held responsible, for it is entirely my fault,” she whispered.

“How?” he asked with genuine confusion.

“If I had gone away with you instead of waiting for Rajan---”

“That’s not true.” He place a finger beneath her chin and gently lifted her face look at him. His eyes hungrily devouring every detail, a look of pain crossing his features. She felt that bottomless well of misery open within him, causing tears to spring involuntarily to her eyes. “I’ve given you nothing but trouble. It would be so much easier for you if they had ---“

“Would you stop it already!” she said, unable to separate her feelings from his, her anxiety and frustration with his guilt and and anger that was so old, it was an open artery that bled through his soul. “I told you, if something ever happened to you, my life would feel as if it were not worth living. You cannot use this argument with me any longer.”

“I could disappear.”

“You cannot!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I will not let you go.”

He sighed, the opaqueness of his sadness giving way to something more primitive, that thing she recognized as always burning between them. She clung to him but he pulled slowly back, his lips finding hers. A small gasp escaped her, an opening he took advantage of to taste her and kiss her thoroughly. She finally understood what Riley had meant by presence - Wolfgang was everywhere, his breath on her, inside of her. Her heart raced but there was an echo, a repeated cadence that told her she was not only experiencing herself, but also the sensation of his heart hammering inside of her chest. Everything was duplicated, multiplied until she thought she might overflow the boundaries of her body.

When they broke apart, he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath nearly insufficient for words. “Do you know this is the first time we’ve ever kissed in person?”

Kala smiled in relief. “We should make this count.” She sought out his lips and kissed him, sinking in a sea of sensation with only a dim perception of the world beyond them. Voices of pedestrians from the street below blended with the sounds of traffic to form a background that faded before his light blue eyes which now stared back at her with undisguised need.

He slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt, electricity springing from the points of contact. She couldn’t stop kissing him while his hands traversed her skin. Her hands, his skin, the wanting they felt for each other became tangled up until she could not tell where his ended and hers began.

His large palms covered her breasts, kneading them beneath the thin material of the silk pajamas. She shuffled to straddle him, pressing herself down onto his erection, poorly hidden by the flimsy cotton of his sleeping shorts.  It was his turn to groan, his hands fumbling impatiently with the buttons of her pajama top. The sun-warmed breeze blew across her exposed skin from the open window, his hands following the material, caressing her shoulder and arms. Simple. Such simple touches were enough to make a fire burn throughout her body.

He pressed her down onto the bed, tugging her pants and underwear off of her, pausing to admire her. “I have imagined you naked so many times,” he said, running his hands over her shoulders, down the side of her ribcage, over her waist and hips until they chased down the long muscles of her legs.

“Here, I thought you loved me for my mind,” she stammered.

He smiled, his first smile since she’d visited him in Berlin the day of his capture. A sob left her lips and she pulled him down to kiss him ferociously, her legs winding themselves around his waist, clasping him to her. Unlike their shared fantasy, in which she experienced him surrounded by waves of water, here she was rooted firmly by gravity, pinned between his hips and their bed. Heavier, more solid than in the abstract. He licked her neck, a long taste that made tremors race across her body, tremors whose response came in an answering shiver of his own. She was no longer a virgin - not in the technical sense - but the newness of his every touch returned her to the uncertain days of her girlhood.

She reveled in the confounding sensations of having him and being him - of his hand ghosting over her breasts, his tongue swirling over her nipples before his lips descended over them, the path of his mouth over her ribcage and her belly, squeezing her legs to pressure him for what she most wanted. This was met with gentle denial as he undid the knot of her feet and opened her, putting his mouth there and making fireworks burst inside of them both.

As she came down from her high, he was flushed and panting. He had felt her climax and was teetering at the edge of his own precipice. Their hands became tangled as they worked his shorts off, their mouths colliding wildly. His length rose from the dark blond curls at the apex of his thighs, which she encircled with her hands, working him with slow deliberation. The noises he made mingled with nonsense words, German words that held no meaning.

He pulled away suddenly, eyes that were normally hooded with danger now dark blue with lust. Kala leaned back as he crawled over her body, leaving kisses as he went, every sensation he evoked now connected as if by a cord to the deepest place in her belly. She clung to him, kissing him as he pressed his hardness against her, rubbing against her slickness until, without warning, he froze.

His eyes were filled with uncharacteristic vulnerability. Even the slight quivering in his voice was not hidden from her because he was asking for something beyond that moment.

“Do you really want this?”

Kala tilted her head. “When I told you I loved you, I meant it.”

He dipped his forehead to touch hers. “That's a yes?”

She was breathless now with her need to have him inside of her. She lifted her hips, pressing against him.

“Yes.”

He nodded once and lunged, filling her in one, powerful thrust. She arched upwards, a loud cry exploding from her before his mouth smothered it. Locked together, he spared nothing as he rocked in and out of her, at first slowly, then more frenetically. She no longer felt the ever-present chill of this city which now belonged to them. Instead, sweat burst out in a damp sheen over them both.

Kala could only hold on as the tension rose, multiplying between them. She had a sudden vision of a lecture on the natural e function, heard her professor’s voice defining the number and its slope, describing how e goes to infinity in both x and y, how there was no natural end to the function at its limit. As they climbed together, she felt Wolfgang’s breath near her ear and thought they were approaching something without limit, something that could rise and rise, each coordinate driving the other toward eternity.

Then he whispered her name.

“Kala…”

Everything burst into a thousand shards of fractured light.

Light and dark, fire and water; the point where there were no longer distinct elements. Kala and Wolfgang disappeared.

And after, there was only peace.

XXXXX

Kala could not say she’d fallen asleep. That would have implied unconsciousness. And she was far from unconscious. She heard life bubbling up beneath the balcony. She felt the pressure of the bunched up blanket pressing insistently into her lower back. She smelled their sex hanging thick in the air.

But beyond that, she was completely surrounded by Wolfgang. His head lay on her breast, his chest rising and falling against her belly.  Kala wedged her toes between the mattress and his thigh. Presence. Kala was not simply with Wolfgang. She did not exist alongside him. She was submerged in his being, just as he was in hers. She also understood how the loss of such a thing might irrevocably damage a person, or a cluster, forever.

Wolfgang stirred, his cheek sweaty where it lay pressed against her. She didn’t mind it, even whining in protest when he tried to lift himself from her.

“Don’t,” she ordered, squeezing her arms around him.  His long sigh sent warm breath over her skin.

“I will crush you,” he murmured.

“I can handle it.”

He lay a while longer before lifting his head to look at her. “What do we do now?”

Kala ran a finger over his lips, indulging in memorizing his face. “The first priority is for you to heal completely. Then we wait for Will to tell us what the next steps are.”

He captured her finger between his teeth, nipping it before releasing it. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” She shifted when he rose to lay beside her, pulling her onto his chest. “We are in Paris! One of the most beautiful cities in the world. We enjoy it.”

She sensed the encroaching self-hatred steal over him again, the one she wanted to hold back forever. “I’ll never forgive myself, but I’m too selfish to leave you alone.”

Kala lifted herself on her elbow to look down on him with a smirk. “I believe this demonstrates a particular lack of good character on your part that should be of great concern.”

His eyes widened before crinkling in humor. “If this is the case than we are perfect for each other.”

fin

[bluejay5637]

who are you ?

[ephrom]

Why I Cut Off SeptyPaws

Those of you who follow my Twitter know that I cut off SeptyPaws--because I quite literally tweeted that last night.

By the sounds of it, I'm far from the only one. Neko Koda--the person behind #SupportSeptySquad--made a post on TwitLonger regarding her decision to cut Septy off.

TwitLonger is the easy way to post more than 140 characters to Twitter

Meanwhile, a couple of days ago Kumo uploaded a call various people had with Septy--which began with LioConvoy grilling them over a situation I'll go into more detail about in a moment. However, I want to note just how angry and saddened Lio sounds during the call--coming from somebody who has known Lio for half a decade, I can safely say this is the most honestly upset I've ever heard him. To be honest, it actually made me tear up listening to how frustrated somebody who is usually calm and collected even in the face of the worst people was.

Coming from somebody who has known Lio for as long as I have, I know his critics commonly accuse him of being a hothead who goes off on everybody who even slightly wrongs him and will mindlessly scream at anybody who does not agree with whatever they believe. In truth, Lio is one of the most patient and easy to talk to people I have ever come across--it just so happens that the people who levy this accusations against him are not the people who talked to him with an honest conversation in mind. The reality has always been that the only things you need to do if you want to have a pleasant conversation with Lio are not get defensive, not get theatrical, and not lie to him. He is willing to talk basically anything out with the person in question on the condition that you keep your ego at the door and tell him honestly what's going on.

But this post is not about the various slaps Septy has gotten over the past couple of days, nor is it about the fact that he managed to put Lio in an emotional state I've honestly never seen him in before. Instead, I want to talk about what caused me to cut off Septy during this situation--because it's something I really don't feel is talked about enough.

I have two rules when it comes to people I talk to: I do not tolerate dishonesty nor do I tolerate special pleading. In my experience, Septy has engaged in both of these thing multiple times.

Regarding hypocrisy, I want to begin by talking about Septy's recent drawing of CarmenRider being gang raped by Prison Mate Luke and Kai Weiss. The tags for this image on the Rule 34 website include things like "handcuffed," "handcuffs," "non-consensual," "rape," "revenge sex," and "taped mouth."

Now Septy's a NSFW and has used the OCs of other people in the past. For example, at one point Septy made a piece of art of Neko Koda and CarmenRider's character Virgo giving a boob job to CarmenRider's OC. Neko Koda has said she's fine with porn being made of her OC as long as it's not rape porn, and Carmen has said she's fine with porn being made of her OC regardless of what it is, so I don't see an issue with this.

However, the choice to throw two totally random people into this drawing--including one who has basically left the internet because of the backlash they got--just seems uncalled for. Even ignoring my own thoughts on making porn of real people and people's OCs, I personally think the choice to add two people who Carmen has previously gone after--again, one of which was really only guilty of being an opportunistic liar and who basically left commentary all together after being called out--to be fucking terrible. This is especially hypocritical because Septy railed against Carmen using a picture of Neko Koda being raped as a thumbnail for one of her videos--when the picture of Koda, as tasteless and shitty as I thought it was, was both less explicit and didn't have anybody in it other than Koda.

Septy has had two excuses for this:

They were commissioned to make this art.

They made it to get back at Carmen for the thumbnail of Neko Koda being raped.

We'll ignore the fact that these two explanations are totally contradictory--was it made for revenge or to get money?--and instead go through them one by one. If it's the first one, then Lio had already told Septy that they have places to go and people they can talk to if they're ever in exactly this situation. The fact is, "I did it for the money," always an understandable reason for making the art, is not an excuse.

However, I want to break down the second one in a tad more detail because it was honestly the reason I cut Septy off. If Septy really made this piece of art to punish CarmenRider (which, I should note, wouldn't even work because she's made it very clear she is fine with all NSFW artwork of her OCs), then what they engaged in basically amounts to correctional rape through art.

For those unaware, correctional rape is the concept of using rape as a punishment for some crime they admitted--usually stepping out of line in a heavily patriarchal society. For example, a woman who is found to be in a lesbian relationship might be raped as some attempt to "teach her a lesson." It is one of the most evil things a civilization could possibly engage in. Here Septy is bringing back that same concept--and dragging two people into it--against a transgender woman with a girlfriend through art. That is far more tone death than what Carmen did to Neko Koda--which, I want to make it clear, was still terrible in every way.

In general, I've always known Septy to be a bit of a shady character and somebody who appeared to have a bias in their own favor. Outside of some light conversations in Carmen's server, the first real experience I had with them was the video on Kumo's channel with them, Definitely Board Oranges, Neko Koda, Ghetsis, and NazeNation where they all talked about CarmenRider.

I later commented on this video along with Fractured Light.

Outside of Koda commenting asking me for a live debate (which I'll get to in a minute), the only person from that video to comment on it was SeptyPaws, who said the following.

First off, I just want to point out how they singled out our take on their segment as "awful" and "one-sided." One has to wonder if they thought the rest of my takes were fine, or if they were only paying attention to what I said about them.

I should also note that nothing we did--even according to Septy--would make either myself of Fractured Light hypocrites--that's just not what that word means. For that matter, we were judging the video, not Septy as a person, so asking for elaboration on points made in the video would totally miss the point of commentating on that video specifically. Obviously if I were making sweeping statements about Septy as a person I would ask them for more information, but I was simply judging how they came off in that video.

Anyway, this comment then got tore apart by Fractured Light, Toganium, and Renbo64.

Meanwhile, Septy was ranting in my Discord DMs about basically the same thing they said in the comments. However, they also told me that everything wrong with the video was really the fault of Kumo, and how if only they had some more time the segment would have been perfect. Mind you, why they were taking my criticisms so personally when they also say the issues with their segment were totally outside their control was something Septy never explained. Nor did they explain, upon further reflection, why exactly any of this new information would disprove what Fractured and I said.

Most of you know what happened next, I had a live debate with Septy, Neko Koda, and Kumo.

At roughly 1:57:00, I asked Septy why they were no longer blaming Kumo for the flaws in their segment/the video more generally in front of Kumo despite doing that in private. The end result was Septy and Kumo going back and forth for a quarter of an hour--in a debate where all three of them were supposed to be fighting me.

Septy's habit of excuse making is also something that has been commented on elsewhere. However, this post is already long enough as it is so I think I'm going to wrap it up. To make it simply, I hope Septy gets better, and I stand by all my defenses of them during the situation with CarmenRider, but their own bad actions cannot be ignored.