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Much better. : )

Art by: @coralcalypso

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Post possession changesssssss

Body retrieved! Unfortunately, it is not the same;

Loss of secondary horns made permanent.

Hair is now full of feathers, and more will attempt to grow as time goes on. Lots of preening in her future!

Larger fins, more sensitive hearing.

Change in general body patterning.

Healing of the nefarious curse, as well as several old scars.

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Alternia's most sensitive soul is sad on the moon

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M!A Freaky Friday with @coralcalypso

> Why do things keep happening to you.

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> You've given up on trying to manage the feathers.

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==> Lux: Become Relevant

... Do you have to?

==> Lux: Become Relevant

Okay, fine.

Your name is Sollux Peixes, but you are better known as LUX. Or 5lux, or Sluxie, or a million other nicknames you've neglected to keep track of.

The last several perigees of soul couch-surfing you've been doing has been brought to a screeching halt by one of your internet acquaintances, an act you're sure was meant to be kind alongside satisfying an urge to commit atrocities against life itself.

Or maybe helping you was more of an afterthought, given how pleased she looked with herself it was hard to tell. You wish she wouldn't smile at you like that.

You wish a lot of things. Namely, that she hadn't done this at all.

You would've shot down the idea if she'd simply asked you about it, clarified that the bodysnatching you've been up to wasn't a search for a new full time vessel but merely a way to hold yourself together while you figured out how to get your own body back.

It was too late for that now though, you couldn't escape this thing if you tried.

Souls are drawn to bodies, the second you were placed inside a non-robotic husk your fate was sealed.

Well... this is great!!!! Just great. Fantastic, even!

You love being overstimulated constantly by every sight and sound and smell hitting you at once, you love feeling hungry yet getting incredibly nauseous at eating! You love having fewer fingers and toes, you've never been happier!!!

This has been the most humiliating day of your life.

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Who are you? Do you have something to do with Sefoni?

People on Tumblr want us to say hello !

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It's been a while since I've used this platform, it is a shame I could not grace it with my true visage. : )

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DAYS IN THE PAST, BUT NOT MANY...

Cookie dough can do wonders in a pinch. The act of eating itself was incredibly uncomfortable in this body, but tasting worked fine enough for you.

You wonder where Sefoni has gone off to— couldn't be far, if things were this lax. There were only snippets of the conversation that were intelligible before you'd gotten close enough to hear the rest. Something about a bar fight?

“—So does the Empress creating abominations do it for you or nah?”

"...Her methods are unorthodox but her intelligence and drive to accomplish a goal is something that I consider admirable."

"Oh you want her BAD, HAHAHA!”

"Don’t tease him, he’s too focused on doing his job right and not starting a fight with the orphaners.”

“Aw c’mon, sis, how come you think it was me?”

“None of them would toss a full bottle of alcohol after perigees out at sea—”

The conversation comes to an awkward halt as they take notice of you. One opens their mouth, presumably to ask what you were looking for, but you wave them off.

You don't need to find her that badly.

Dialogue/Characters by: @coralcalypso

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How is that groupchat going? Well

A little something like this.

The two of you were presented with various options by @coralcalypso and @punkkroc , of which neither of you could agree— except for the suggestion of fusing the two of you together. That was a unanimous "No."

Option 1. (Lanota) — Mind Palace, or something like that.

She offered to get a friend of hers to pull you both into a neutral third space, to hash things out as needed.

Lux was keen on the idea, but you were well aware why. It meant the body would be unattended, it meant an opportunity for him to steal it from you again. Safe to say, you were rather firm in declining this one— it's not like you had the free time to go in circles with him anyway, you're empress after all.

Option 2. (Sefoni) — Death match, winner takes all.

She would set up a space for the two of you to settle things Alternian-style. No interference, no healing, and precautions taken to ensure Lux comply with the rules.

Now that's an idea you can get onboard with. Simple and effective, which is why you're not surprised Lux shut it down so quickly. Something about how he has no way of knowing if that new body of his would be able to match up, if the fight would be skewed in your favor. Excuses, you're sure. What, he didn't think Sefoni knew how to make a quality homunculus?

Option 3. (Lanota) — The Substance [2024]

Something about splitting the time each of you gets the body. You're already sure of how that would end.

Not to mention the fact that Lux simply doesn't deserve the second chance being offered to him. You're fairly sure Lanota is just pitching things until the two of you agree on something.

This is going to be a long light.

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The weather has been rather miserable. : (

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Is someone able to explain the nature of the curse on this body? : )

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THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF TORMENTED SOULS IN THIS THING, WHAT?

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==> Lux: Check In

"How is she doing?"

The medicullers parted as you entered, giving you view of TIUSTA INVITICUS' body. It looked in much better shape than it did when you last saw her, in the midst of a duel to the death with the proclaimed murderer of her late husband.

Though, if you were being honest, it was surprising how willing she was to accept her own death. It's got you curious, so you've decided to bring her back.

"Stable. She should wake in a matter of hours." One of the docterrors replied, to which you nodded towards the exit.

"Then give us the room, please."

There was a pause, concerned glances exchanged.

"Not to question your judgment, my empress, but are you sure? From the information we've been given she's quite unpredictable."

"I'm sure. Room, pretty please."

You smiled as they funneled out of the room, informing you they were just down the hall should you need any assistance. How sweet.

Once you were sure they'd departed you took a seat, watching the steady rhythm of her heartbeat on the monitor.

You don't know how much time passes before she's bucking her restraints, metal groaning and warping until she's snapped free. Her wide eyes scan the room, a mixture of disbelief and rage coloring her expression, and then they settle on you.

"YOU."

She pushed herself upright, smoke pouring from her nostrils. You make no movement from your chair as she crosses the space, dragging medical equipment with her, before she takes hold of your arm.

"YOU SPOIL THE POINT OF THE TRIAL." She practically hissed as she spoke "IF I HAVE LOST, THEN THAT SHOULD BE THE END OF THINGS. WHY AM I HERE?"

You pay no mind to her intensity, nor do you pay any mind to the way her hand warped the metal of your arm.

This was one body out of countless, after all.

"I couldn't just let you die." You finally answered.

"IT'S WHAT I WANTED." You're shoved back as she releases her hold on your arm, teeth gritted.

"Aw. You don't mean that."

You rise from your seat, mechanical locs slithering around to set the various toppled medical equipment upright.

"I DO NOT SPEAK IN FALSEHOODS. A NOVEL CONCEPT TO YOU ALTERNIANS, I'M SURE."

The mechanical appendages soon change target once the room is corrected, constricting around the alien before you.

She thrashed as you lifted and set her back in the medical pod basin, managing to tear one from your scalp in the process.

Your smile remained.

"This will pass, and you'll be glad I made the call I did."

Sparks flew from the exposed wiring in your scalp, the rest of your hair dutifully returning to your side.

"This is for the best, trust me."

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==> Freaky Friday: End

> When you finally lift 'your' head, eyes puffy, you see it.

> A single white feather rests where you'd buried 'your' face in 'your' knees to cry.

> You didn't move, didn't react, merely stared wearily at the sight. There was a buzzing in 'your' head, Lux was saying something to you, but you were distracted.

> There's sudden pressure, then release.

Sefoni's body is torn away from you, or you are torn away from the body, either way the end result is the same. You scramble back, blinking at her husktop sat within your respiteblock.

The movie you'd been ignoring continued to play.

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> @threadlockedtangent sent [1 scarf]

> You stare at the scarf, at the patterning over it, at the letter attached.

> "May this ease your discomfort."

> A weight in 'your' abdomen pulses almost tauntingly. It feels heavier than it was a night ago.

> Clutching the fabric, you press your back against the wall as you curl in on 'yourself'. You don't realize you've been crying until there is a knock at the door, Zahhak's voice hesitantly calling out.

> You don't respond.