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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 7h

"if only you knew how bad things really are"

D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Maybe my favorite JKR post because it really drives home how much she is Nern from Lisa the Painful to everyone she knows IRL. If she appears in your periphery you are in for the longest unskippable deranged monologue of your life. Mass media goes to great lengths to hide/deflect from this reality

I mean heck, it's why I married my trough suckin' wife in the first place. God rest her soul. she loved

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Cooked insanely hard with this one tbh, it should get reused

Report: Make It Stop

Published:
June 23, 2021

EVERYWHERE—Claiming that they just couldn’t stand this bullshit anymore, Americans across the country confirmed this week that someone, anyone needs to please, just make it stop. “Please, please, please, we’re begging you here, just put an end to it immediately,” said sources, noting that it had all gone way, way too far and they would do almost anything for even a few glorious minutes of respite. “We’re on our hands and knees, pleading with you to make it all go away once and for all. What’s it going to take? Jesus Christ, just stop it! Stop it right now!” At press time, sources confirmed that they knew deep down it was never going to stop.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

Got to replay Guitar Hero 3 recently and shoutout to this girl on the main menu who was maybe the first female character of my childhood to give me gender envy long before I had the ability or language to understand that's what I was feeling

Cropped screenshot of the Guitar Hero 3 main menu centered on a rocker girl with long hair in a bikini top posed to absolutely shred her guitar

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 14/08/2026

reading that chapter is the raw prose equivalent to this feeling

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

Zero surprises here I knew that already

Quiz result showing that I am an LSTR ("Elster") unit from Signalis

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

she will live in my psyche forever

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 28/07/2026

Okay so the caduceus mech is jet black, hyper fast, one leg straight, one bent? I mean....

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

For everyone else reading this thread: here is the cover of the book in question. It's called The Jewish Way of Doing Business and there's parts of it where he suggests that he understands what it's like to face antisemitism because people made fun of his Kansai dialect

Japanese book titled ユダヤの産法 [yudaya no shouhou] aka The Jewish Way of Doing Business. On the cover is the most intense looking stereotypical Jewish man ever illustrated

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

She did surgery on a guitar and first impressions are good! SH config is a go

Pink telecaster guitar with new hot rails humbuckers in the neck

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

Oh are we doing the drafts thing again

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 20/05/2026

Personally it's impossible for me to picture Jod as anything other than Father from kids next door

Father from kids next door wearing a fluffy robe while eating ice cream

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

I felt pretty good about this one, a stream of consciousness of the overwhelming visions of the past upon Pyrrha's acceptance of a contract with an Old One of sorts It was partially inspired by the chapter "Truth" from Kay Atkinson's A Quiet Universe, although not quite going for the same thing

I've had it with pressing for details. The pendant is still clasped in my hand. I give it a close look, and I pull it over my head. Do or die, I guess.

A stinging in my head, like a spike through my brain stem. I am outside my own body watching myself keel over as images I cannot comprehend assault my mind until my vision blanks.

I am outside the Wall. The ground is adorned with a blanketing of viscera, scrap, and blood that stretches as far as I can see. Someone stands alone amidst the blood-soaked graveyard, tall as the greatest of mountains yet feeble, stumbling. Grief pours from her like blood, and she gives a pained cry to the heavens. As if in response, a pillar of light descends upon her, striking her down to the earth. A tidal wave of crimson erupts from her shattered body, drenching the landscape. It crashes over me, and profound sorrow fills my lungs as my vision fades to black.

I am in a laboratory. In front of me, a woman stands, bound in chains to a pillar. A figure bearing a crown looks her in the eye, and sternly speaks a command I cannot hear. The woman in chains remains silent and smiles faintly, before her restraints glow a brilliant fluid silver and dance across her skin, enveloping her whole, and she disappears in a pillar of white flame. When the fire recedes, in the place she stood lies a gemstone. I reach to pick it up, only to find that I am within it, looking outward. The crowned figure takes it in hand, wrapping it in soft cloth, and the light and all senses recede from me.

I am in a hall carved from obsidian. A woman clad in black with eyes of gold kneels over a casket, within which lies a girl. Her eyes are closed, expression serene. She does not move. The woman over her trembles, caressing her face while whispering something I cannot hear. Tears fall from one face to another. The casket closes, and is lowered into a consecrating flame. It erupts, and an inferno sweeps across the room, all-consuming, until the floor beneath my feet gi…

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 16/04/2026

I kinda feel like I just did this in writing. That or it's just like, I keep coming back to the saying, hype moments and aura. The entire thing came to me while I was looping the first song you hear in NieR Replicant and picturing the opening combat scene after all.

simplistic drawing of a smirking person with bloodshot eyes looking at the viewer while sitting at the computer saying "my OC lore only exists in abstract concepts and pivotal scenarios playing in my head which both me and you cannot know"

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

Yeah at this point I'm at the very least going to write like, a oneshot chapter or something. I gotta, the scene in my head is too vivid for me to not put it somewhere. Who cares if I never follow up, I need to at least do this one thing. I'll see how long a little one-off takes me.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

i'm going INSANE I need to commission character reference sheets

Prometheus - Traits & Appearance

## Appearance
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- Tall (at least 180cm)
- Appears to be a woman in her 50s with unusually pristine features untouched by time
- Ambiguous blend of human, clockwork porcelain doll, and machine
- In the place and shape of her left eye is a window into spinning gears & mechanisms within her
- Hairline cracks repaired & sealed in gold throughout her porcelain doll-like skin
- Grey braided hair that nearly reaches the floor

## Alignment & Personality
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- Impossible to tell whether her haughty tone & resting grin are malicious or just playful pride
- Takes great joy in research and teaching
- Freedom of Knowledge Extremist
- Originally created by the Titans and then heavily restrained for her propensity to share critical knowledge with humans and the Twelve
- Soul sealed away by the Twelve for being a massive repository of post-Titanomachy banned information and records
- She holds far more valuable information about the Titans and Colossi than she's let the Twelve know, but does not share with them due to knowing she'd be disposed of and the information ultimately kept hidden. After their attempts at interrogating her deadlocked, Hera ordered her soul sealed within a pendant, an ordinary appearing artifact to be stored and forgotten, the Twelve having given up for now on making her talk, but want her still alive in stasis, if only to punish her for defiance

## Abilities
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- Rapid Field Analysis - a sample of colossus blood in the midst of battle can tell her everything she needs to know about its evolutionary lineage and where its vitals and weaknesses are
- Knowledge of the nature, behavior, and manipulation of the fundamental forces governing divine and titan power
- Synchronization with her chosen students for instant transfer of knowledge

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

also shoutout to @mangomakes.bsky.social for this cool af first sketch of her I think she deserves me to flesh out her design more with detailed & colored comms someday, and also to think of a name but I have years old OCs that I never figured out a name for so like, good luck to me on that lmao

singe color sketch of a girl. She's wearing combat pants & boots, a poncho with a pendant over it, and a gaiter. Her hair is in a ponytail and she has curtain bangs

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 09/04/2026

This is such an evil email notification to receive

Email push notification on a phone
Sender: United healthcare
Subject: Is the ER the right place to go?

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 26/03/2026

This is THE exchange of the book to me. Lydia has denied, yearned, & repressed her feelings, anything except expressing them. Mada reads her desires like an open book and tells her if she admits her desires she can have them (this is like, THE reason consent is sexy, because vulnerability is.)

“I’ll teach you, if you want.” Her words unfold like petals in the dark, each syllable carrying dangerous promise.

“Please, teach me everything.” I whisper.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 26/03/2026

"I will always be able to hold her like this." is like the cutest way to admit that she's fantasized about them growing old together. It's SO tender.

We fit together as we always have, she’s slightly shorter than I am, never having quite caught up to me in height. And she never will; this is as tall and great as my Mada will ever reach. I will always be able to hold her like this.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 23/03/2026

Dragonfly: so like what's the nature of the whole world and our existence that everyone is so desperate to keep me ignorant of Plume:

Mock-up of a social media comment section that reads:

[Oblivious Person]: "Hey, could I get some context for who this is? Everyone's saying it's bad"

[Dipshit289]: "dude you don't wanna know... oh the horror...."

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

@dcellgames.com so this didn't take long to get completely out of hand (in the BEST way) I'm a goddamn musician now. This is sticking. I'm having the best time. I will be in a bad local shoegaze band by year's end.

Picture of my corner of music equipment. A green Fender Jazzmaster and pink Telecaster sit on stands next to a Fender amp and a board full of pedals.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 10/03/2026

Persephone POV at the end of this chapter:

Screenshot from the beginning of Skyrim, view from inside a horse-drawn prisoner carriage. The man sitting across from the viewer is looking at the viewer and saying "Hey, you. You're finally awake."

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

The tenderness here just twists my heart. Despite everything, Lydia *does* know just how to put the pieces back together when Mada's distraught and shattered. It's a labor of love she can and will always try to do because it's for her.

A slight change in her breathing tells me she’s starting to surface. It’s subtle—anyone else might miss it—but I’ve spent years learning Mada’s rhythms. “I think,” I begin, keeping my voice deliberately light, “we should bake something.” The words hang in the air between us like an offering. “The kitchen should be quiet now. We could make those shortbread cookies, they’re easy, and I’m not good at much else.”

Slowly, Mada returns to herself. Her movements are hesitant at first, as she measures ingredients, but there’s undeniable comfort in the familiar ritual. I watch her hands—steadier with each moment—level flour using the edge of a knife, and something in my chest constricts painfully.

$I hold her hand as we wait for the cookies to bake, the warmth of the oven fills the kitchen with a gentle heat that chases out the Underworld’s chill entirely. Her fingers, dusted with flour, curl into mine with a desperation that makes my heart stutter. I am transfixed by her profile—the slight tremor in her lower lip, the tension held by her jaw, her sickly translucent skin, dotted with countless freckles that seem to multiply every time she dares to leave the Underworld, so unusual in Elysium, where most are of a tone nearer to my warm tan. When she tries to smile for me it’s a fractured thing that comes nowhere near her eyes. We don’t speak. Instead, I trace my thumb over her knuckles, memorize the topography of her skin, the calluses from years of devotion. She squeezes back, and in that pressure I feel everything—grief, shame, gratitude, fear—all condensed into a single point of contact.$

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

She doesn't deny the reality, that Mada is changed and growing and not entirely aligned with her anymore, once again there's only grief for the situation, and doing what she knows she can for the Mada she still knows for now, because she can't imagine not doing so. Because she still loves her.

The brush catches again, and Mada doesn’t even flinch. Her absence cuts deeper than any reaction could. I want to gather her up, shield her from prying eyes, restore her to the comfortable obscurity she once cherished. But I know I can’t. That Mada—the one who could hide behind ceremony and ritual—is gone, transformed by a love that burns too bright to ignore.

My jealousy tastes like copper on my tongue, sharp and shameful as blood.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

And that self-awareness of her protectiveness is part of the push & pull that is part of why she's so compelling to me. Here she is, wishing for Mada's sake that she were a better partner to someone else so she wouldn't get hurt. Mada is first in Lydia's mind, even above her own desires with Mada.

The rhythmic motion of brushing lulls me into a strange Tartarus where my thoughts spin freely, dangerous and unchecked. I imagine hunting down Cedalion, demanding she break her relationship with Mada—but the fantasy shatters against reality. What could I possibly say to a Hound of Hades that wouldn’t end in my own destruction? Besides, it’s not really Cedalion I’m angry at. It’s this whole situation: the way Mada transforms herself for others. I should be angry at her for hiding her troubles from Cedalion. If she had been honest with her lover then perhaps the day would have gone differently; she might not have fed the wolves that haunt her sleep.

She is my Mada—my responsibility, my… The thought catches like a thorn in my throat. I can’t finish it, even in the privacy of my own mind. Instead, I watch the light dance along her hair as I brush, and something fierce and tender coils in my gut.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

There's many small moments like this throughout the book and half of them are in this chapter, for all the possessive chaser jokes made about her, she holds herself back in rationality, she knows what parts of her reaction are irrational and to tamp down. She knows the problem is with herself.

I want to blame the honored pilot for reducing Mada to this—this hollow vessel. My fingers curl into fists at the thought of Cedalion, that wild creature who swept into Mada’s life, claimed her, dragged her into a spotlight she didn’t want, only to abandon her. The rational part of me knows this isn’t fair. Deployment isn’t abandonment. It is our duty as servants of Hades; a pilot making war is as important a sacrament as preparing her body should she fall. But my protective fury rises above the tenets of my faith and principles when I look at Mada’s still form.

I am trying very hard not to think of that moment she hardened as I cleaned the bite at her thigh, how I admitted to Cassiphone that I love her, that I have no idea what to do about it. I have tried very hard to let the both of us go on as if none of that ever happened. As if we could remain untarnished.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

I have re-read this chapter maybe dozens of times. And I think it's only not higher because at this point I suspect I could recite it from memory. I can close my eyes and re-experience it all over again.

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

And the early aftermath too, as all the ignored signs came back in a rushing flood. Like a jigsaw puzzle left scrambled until one day a few pieces move and suddenly everything snapped immediately into its place. No less sad for the circumstance, just a flood of every raw emotion as the dam broke

And she is inside of it, of me—I can’t get her out of my head: Mada’s quiet laughter in our cell, her fingers braiding my hair, the way she seems to know exactly when we could all use something sweet and warm. The time we fought in the mirror courtyard; my eye was swollen for days. She comes to me now in fragments, like a rhythm beat over bones and bodies—like a song I have been listening to for most of my life.

Could a hound dare to know, to feel as I do, towards my fellow Sister?

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

This moment is everything to me. Her own feelings finally revealing themselves to her in such a moment, in the haze of her confused turmoil over Mada's violent love life, she finally gets it, and it's not a happy thing. She wastes no time grieving the situation, the realization itself.

I squeeze the antibacterial cream onto a fresh pad, the white paste spiraling onto the sterile cotton. Something is cracking open inside me, an acidic revelation in my chest. It’s horrible. But I must follow it; must know what it means. I press the pad against her wounds with more force than necessary, watching her face for any sign of protest. But Mada, my sweet, dutiful Mada, only bites her lip and accepts my roughness. Her compliance feeds something in me, leads me to my query.

In this simple act, of cotton on wound, of eyes tracking eyes, does the horror reveal itself to me: I think I love her. The knowledge drowns reason, leaving only this raw, terrible wanting.

$But this raw thing is bleeding inside me; I don’t know how to share it, even with her. “She loves her.” The words are blood in my mouth. “Mada loves Cedalion. She told me herself and I—” My voice collides with the truth, fractures until I can barely speak. “I love her. I love her. I don’t know what to do with it.”$

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D.Raven (MS-Accel) @ms-accel.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

This one's real simple, a revealing compliment. Can't help but smile at it, the feelings she doesn't even realize yet slipping out.

“But why me?” Mada’s arms tighten around her knees. “I’m nobody special.”

“You’re pursuing one of Lord Hades’ Hounds, a lot of people would think that brave, or stupid,” Cassiphone observes. “Perhaps those qualities alone make you interesting to a God who values daring.”

“You’re definitely special.” Lydia murmurs.

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