Madison Rye Progress

From Toledot.

She stepped into her apartment from wherever her thoughts had taken her, and she forked off a new instance, relying on that subtle trick that Jonas had taught her, letting her reputation stay pinned to where it was.

“I suppose that makes me Do I Know God After The End Waking.”

She nodded.

“Someone had to wind up with the name with a typo in it, alas.” The other skunk smirked.

“Everyone gets something, yes,” True Name said, plucking the duplicated dandelion from behind End Waking’s ear and adding it to the one already behind hers. Two suns amidst black fur.

Not me having to live with a typo in the original poem~

your fursona can have their own little blorbos

just funny little guys all the way down

Yes absolutely! Once a year, every year, like clockwork, I come down with a case of the flu. Of course, a lot new uploads wind up getting 'sick' because that is precisely what they expect to happen, until they start to fall into the rhythm of being sys-side. You see that many people gathered in a public space after living through a pandemic or two and you just...get sick!

Us founder types, not so much. We have it all figured out, right? Except that sometimes I like being sick! I like it when people dote on me and put a cold washcloth on my forehead and bring me chicky schnoodle and banana and peanut butter sandwiches with the crusts cut off because my throat hurts.

Ma says she likes that, too! She likes that she can cook some chicky schnoodle with extra soft noodles and bring it to me and maybe spend a bit of time doting on me. Beholden less so. She will get tired of pretending like she is going to catch whatever I have and just flop down next to me and eat all my soup.

Finished all of Marsh except the epilogue. Revision is going to be intensive but it feels good to have it done.

Plus I got to kill¹ Motes in the epilogue~

1. Ish. One instance of her.²

2. She asked for it.