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vehrec replied to your post: It’s happening, guys! Right on schedule, there’s...

The other egg is starting to hatch now-just one cracked spot so far, but it’s a start!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH YOU’RE RIGHT

And that one is exploding out of there.

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vehrec replied to your photo: This is actually related to MY pettiest hill to...

Isn’t Gin just juniper flavored Vodka anyways?

In the same way that whiskey is just vodka stuffed into a barrel for a couple years, absinthe is just anise flavored vodka, sure. 

Most spirits are grain mash derived. It’s not wrong, in the most technical sense, but it’s a gross oversimplification. There is a significant flavor difference between “Spirit we put nothing into’ and ‘spirit infused with botanicals”. 

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I saw that you wanted to change something on Valor and Discretion-is that done yet?

I did a little fiddling -- don’t think I will be making any more changes in the near future. I think the biggest problem was it really does end very abruptly, but that’s definitely where it’s going to end, so... yeah.

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Mako and Haruka: Meet me in the Ring. Or other place where you can fight/train.

This is more a ficlet, i guess, a taste of the things I would like to and try to do with these two beautiful idiot children. I hope you enjoy anyway! 842 words. 

Nobody went to work out with Mako and Haruka. 

That wasn’t strictly speaking, true. Sometimes Mina would come along and sit at the edge of the sparring ring and watch, but she never watched them as Mako and Haruka. She watched them as soldiers, she took notes and gave them later, her eyes were sharp and there was just a hint of orange sparkle on the edge of them. 

No, no one went to work out with Mako and Haruka. 

Usagi had tried, once. Haruka and Mako were such good fighters, she knew, and she loved any chance she got to cheer on her senshi in anything they did. And they were having fun together, something Rei had said would never happen, so she got to cheer on Rei being wrong, too. 

It was all very fun until Mako’s knuckles crashed against Haruka’s ribcage. It was all a great time until Haruka’s foot found its mark on Mako’s sternum. 

The game had been called on account of tears. 

And so, nobody went to work out with Mako and Haruka. 

“Hey, old woman,” Mako leaned against the lockers, “ready to get your ass whupped?” 

“Sure,” Haruka grinned up at her as she tied her shoe, “Let me know when you find them.” 

Mako pushed Haruka with her foot, laughing. It had been strange, even to Mako, who tended not to dwell on these sorts of things, that she and Haruka had managed to cobble out a friendship, ever since Haruka let her wail on her in an alleyway. There had been something different between them, as Haruka looked up at her in the dim light, her eyes swollen, lip split. 

Mako had known Haruka had let her. That she’d wanted it. That she wished Mako would hit her harder, that Mina wouldn’t have interrupted. That Mako might have had the opportunity to beat her to death. 

It had turned her stomach. It had scared her. 

But it had let her forgive Haruka every mistake she had made. Mako didn’t give up a grudge easily, but most people didn’t apologize by letting Mako break a few ribs and a cheekbone, with the benefit of senshi healing and Mina’s intervention to remove any serious guilt. Haruka had been in pain for a few days, uncomfortable for a few more, and then was more or less fine. 

So Mako forgave her. 

Shortly after deciding that while she didn’t like Haruka, she didn’t hate her, she tossed out the idea of sparring with her. Haruka could take her hit, more than any of the other girls. Haruka was the only one who could meet in her hand to hand combat. 

Haruka didn’t try to talk about things. 

And Haruka was also used to a too-long stare in a locker room, and they could simply roll their eyes at each other without anyone falling over themselves to reassure the other. 

“Want do you want to bet on this one?” Haruka began to tape her hand, looking up at Mako. 

“I think you should buy us lunch afterward, because your wife is rich.” Mako tossed her hair up in its high ponytail. “That’s what I bet.”

“That’s not a bet, Mako,” she ripped off the tape and moved to the other hand, “that’s just telling me what to do.” 

“Bet I can hit you till you do it.” 

Haruka laughed, “okay, okay. Here’s the deal. I win, I’ll buy us ramen, and you have to make me a cake.” She wound the tape around her hand again, “I lose, I’ll take us to the Isetan in Shinjuku. You love that food hall. I’ll buy you some fancy groceries.” 

In other stories, with other people, one might be nervous that Haruka would simply let Mako win, as an act of charity. But Haruka was, as a child of poverty herself, not inclined to embarrass someone in that particular way, and Mako was not the type to think it. 

And so Mako had only one objection. 

Mako snorted “We’re both gonna look like shit. Unless I drop you in one hit.” 

Haruka stood up and shrugged. “I’m married to a Kaioh,” she pushed her hair back, “Rich people can do like, anything, Mako. It’s fuckin nuts. They’ll let us even in the French place.” 

“All right,” She sprung forward from the lockers to Haruka’s side. “You’re on.” 

Mako would not have called them friends, no. It would be some years before that would be true, and some tragedies would have to drive them closer together, and some softness would have to be cultivated on either of their parts. 

But in lieu of friendship they had an understanding, something neither of them shared with any of the other girls, a peace to be had in struggle, a release to be had in each punch, a freedom to be had the simple and uncomplicated act of fighting. 

“You ready for this?” Haruka Haruka put up her fist as they walked toward the door. 

Mako bumped it with hers. “Meet me in the ring.”

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vehrec replied to your photoset: Wow, this scene is fantastic, there’s so much...

There’s another kind of Judas Goat. It’s the animal at the slaughterhouse who’s an employee of the slaughterhouse. That goat walks in and out of the killing floor every day, assuring the other animals that everything will be fine…but I don’t see how that meaning can be applied here.

Yeah I thought about that as that’s basically the ONLY modern use of the term, but like you I couldn’t make it make sense! IF she’s the Judas Goat in this sense, who is she leading? Him? Why are they talking as if she’s the one to pay for it all? So I went with the older and less common usage because it’s the only thing that made sense. 

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vehrec replied to your photo: LET’S GO DOWN ANOTHER RABBIT HOLE WITH HOLLIGAY...

Does it matter where the atire of the various servants is, as long as it’s consistant?

I mean if we’re getting hard in, attire helps designate who is who, and to whom a particular request should be addressed, and where a servant falls in the hierarchy of the staff.  So if one were going to have multiple staff in a formal manner, as they seem to be aiming at, then there would be some benefit to being able to have your guests know at a glance. 

But why they don’t have the butler answering the door himself I have no fucking idea. 

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vehrec replied to your photoset: IT’S NOT YOUR FUCKING SWORD YOU DIPASS.  Akio, I...

It’s like the meme says-sword of legendary power, but so fragile that only a lesbian can use it.

In fairness, a lesbian would never attack power yonic symbols like that, so you may have a point. She knows you can’t just slam a rose, you have to romance it. 

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vehrec replied to your photoset: I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS Again, I don’t think I...

The Moon Kingdom could be an elective monarchy, like the Papacy, which would probably be more fun than the standard primogeniture actually used in the story.

I never thought about this but I am onboard to read about the Moon Pope.