Azrael’s body turned to ash in front of her.
Blowing past him, the fireball smashed a hole the size of a train car through the tower. The gaping, fiery cavity was the straw in the camel’s back—the tower began to bend in slow motion, caving forward, until Momo’s top-floor room was at a right angle.
She screamed, falling straight through the hole she created. Her bed, her furniture, her sketchbook—they all descended upon her, rocketing down to the ground like explosive shr...
2023-10-05 17:49:37 +0000 UTC
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Azrael climbed through her window and collapsed onto the floor. He looked at his hands and feet as if they had been poorly sewn on, shaking them around like sock puppets. For a Lesser God, he had the dexterity of a toddler. Momo assumed this was because he was piloting this body remotely—kind of like a military man flying a human drone.
“Wonderful interior,” he commented, taking notice of all of the room’s Morgana-themed embellishments. He picked up his legs as if they were heav...
2023-10-02 16:36:18 +0000 UTC
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2023-09-29 20:13:32 +0000 UTC
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“Ehem,” Azrael cleared his throat. “Who the hell am I speaking to?”
She had been put on hold for two entire hours before he finally picked up, her solitude accompanied only by the sound of that dreaded Nether elevator music. The music reminded Momo of those songs you’d hear in the Sims: pop hits sung in an unintelligible language, nearly English but then… not. Like an uncanny valley Katy Perry, or a chorus of alien sopranos.
The song looped and looped, and she feverish...
2023-09-28 21:10:31 +0000 UTC
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Hello! It's me, a villa1ny - I'm thinking of hosting a patron game night on Discord on Saturday 9/30/2023 at around 2pm Central Time (CT). We'll play some fun party games like Jackbox's Quiplash, Gartic Telephone, and any others people might recommend. It'll happen on the Discord. If any of you are interested in something like this, let me know in the comments / on Discord and I'll make it happen!
2023-09-27 19:32:34 +0000 UTC
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As the shadow of Sumire’s scimitar fell over his face, Gorim began to quiver.
“What — what are you doing?” he stuttered, fumbling backwards. The shadow grew longer and larger as Sumire stepped forward, grinning maniacally. Momo hadn’t seen her smile like that since she was possessed by Roland. But only this time, it was not possession, but the pure, delicious pleasure of revenge written into her features.
Momo shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. She wasn’t exactly...
2023-09-27 14:09:27 +0000 UTC
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Congratulations! You have reached level 3 in Demagogue! At level 3, you can now choose which branch of Demagoguery to specialize in—the Charisma-focused Master Manipulator, or the combat-focused Chaos Commander. These are called class subspecialties, or subclasses.
The Master Manipulator subclass gains the following skills upon leveling up:
- [Sow Conspiracy]: If your Charisma is higher than the target, plant a highly contagious cons...
2023-09-26 19:02:06 +0000 UTC
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The newly renovated Royal Court of Morganium sat high above the city like a perching seagull, an ivory tower that gazed upon fields of undead, pizzerias and chicken daycare centers, bakeries and botanicals. The court was an intimate room, with a throne made of bone—by Valerica’s suggestion—a tea table made of sinew—by Valerica’s suggestion—and, finally, a cat bed, suggested by, actually… you can guess who. There were also a few regular chairs strewn about the place, in ...
2023-09-25 17:43:46 +0000 UTC
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hey guys! sorry about lack of chapter yesterday, as i said this week is heavy with irl stuff, but next week will be back to normal! thanks for your patience. here's some more akemi art for you to enjoy :-)
2023-09-22 14:15:11 +0000 UTC
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hey y'all
i've got a lot of unexpected work/doctor/life stuff this week -- i know, triple threat -- so i'm going to make this the week of akemi, since i've already written quite a few akemi chapters that i can get out to you. hope that's alright! you all seem to be enjoying akemi so far though, so :)
also, what do you think of this for the RoyalRoad cover?
2023-09-18 15:53:11 +0000 UTC
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Momo and Sumire strolled down the streets of the first circle, burrito sauce leaking onto their hands. They had decided to try a new place, Brito: No Chickn, due to the fact that it had one of the more decipherable restaurant names in the city. Of course, its name was ridiculous for other reasons—the No Chickn was a tragic testament to just how poultry-controlled the place had become, but alas.
After doing a lap through Morganium Central Park, marveling at the new in...
2023-09-14 19:58:20 +0000 UTC
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The door shuttered open, its rusty hinges creaking. A stream of music carried out along with it, echoing from a small, janky radio in the corner of the living room. It was like something Momo would have had as a child – barely modern, with batteries that were burning a hole in the device’s innards. One of Viktor’s experiments, Momo was sure, but a wonderful one. It was playing something like soft jazz.
With the music, came the girl; Momo saw her nails first, long and painted, tapp...
2023-09-13 18:25:19 +0000 UTC
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With Vra’ta’s astounding speed at their disposal, Momo and crew reached Morganium by week’s end. The trip up north was unexpectedly sentimental for Momo, flooding her with nostalgia from beginning to end; it felt like piloting a sports car past all of her memories: villages, cities, and forests blurred by like hazy imitations of the real thing, haunting relics of the past.
They traveled through Mole City, tall and gleaning, past Drachenheim and its dramatic peaks, past the woodlan...
2023-09-12 19:15:55 +0000 UTC
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When the Revenge docked in Mekna, it was met with a fate most gruesome. Cold-blooded, premeditated murder.
Luckily, Momo and crew weren’t aboard to see it happen.
“Damn,” Kasula remarked. “Your instincts were spot on, Momo. If we had been on that ship, we would have been cooked. Rotisserie chicken style. Damn.”
Their crowded escape boat bobbed along the seaside a hundred meters out from the Revenge, which was currently being assaulted by every means of wea...
2023-09-11 09:51:05 +0000 UTC
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After their run in with Captain Capricornus, Kami insisted on taking a glance at their foe’s abandoned belongings. If it wasn’t abundantly clear, that was thief slang for ooh, free treasure.
Once they got done tying up the remaining, still-terrified pirates in the ship’s undercabins, they proceeded to the captain’s chamber. It was a large, decadent room, decorated with skulls of every kind of land and water mammal. In the middle of the room was a completely bar...
2023-09-08 19:33:16 +0000 UTC
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Rationally, Momo should have expected that being a sea captain would require a little bit of plundering. It was practically an inevitability when sailing the high seas. But Momo wasn’t really the plundering type; robbing, pillaging, embezzling, purloining — these were all verbs reserved for the kind of pirate who actually traveled around in search of treasure and fame and glory. As opposed to a Momo sort of pirate, whose definition of treasure began and ended in weird, o...
2023-09-07 21:01:05 +0000 UTC
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My Mo,
First of all, I hope this letter reaches you before you’re dead. Not that you’re in imminent danger, well, any more than usual, but more so that this stupid bird refuses to fly back to you. I’ve tried every trick in the book to try and persuade him, but the journey over here was obviously traumatic for the feathery fella. So if you don’t reply to this letter anytime soon, I won’t be hurt, nor surprised. Just a little more annoyed at birds than usual. More o...
2023-09-06 13:59:15 +0000 UTC
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Mandrake’s Revenge docked off the shores of Karahtan just a day later. After Kami managed to fake some ownership documents, him, Ribeye and Gita showed up in the most elaborate disguises that Momo had ever seen. Ribeye looked like a full on minuteman, with the bent leather hat and the ruffled blue shirt. Gita looked the part of his colonial pirate wife. Kami, in typical Kami fashion, was worn around her neck like a taxidermied scarf.
“Did you enjoy the city, buttercup?” Gita asked...
2023-09-05 18:50:26 +0000 UTC
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A rush of adrenaline shot through Momo. Unlike her other polymorphs, the Dokkaebi form didn’t shrink her or stretch her or otherwise contort her body at any awkward angles. No, quite the contrary – it felt like shimmying into a perfectly tailored pair of pants. It felt natural. Her horns enlarged. Her canines became fangs. Black lines of Nether sew themselves into the skin of her face. Her entire body became covered in elaborate obsidian-colored tattoos.
It was as if the Ne...
2023-09-04 20:17:39 +0000 UTC
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A/N: You ask, I deliver. This takes place sometime between Book 2 and Book 3. If you enjoy, let me know, and I'll write some more, hehe. Have fun!
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“This…” Sumire drawled, her voice heavy with skepticism. “Is food?”
A runny glob of mozzarella was falling off her hand and onto the platter. She and Momo were sitting at a cramped mid-day table at It’s Called Pizza, Jarvirium’s first and only pizzaria. The restaurant’s name was in direct response to...
2023-09-01 18:13:24 +0000 UTC
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A flash of lightning struck outside the apartment window, filling the room with blinding light. By the time Momo’s eyes cleared, Lione was gone; the rope that had been binding her sat in a burnt pile on the ground. Robert stared at it, stunned.
“M–m–mother,” he stuttered. “M–m—mother?”
“Shit,” Momo said, whipping her head around. “Where did she go?”
Momo reflexively checked her hand. She was still holding the Wraith Box. Thank god. She had ...
2023-08-31 20:17:31 +0000 UTC
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As Lione stared at her in wide-eyed silence, Momo contemplated how to best frame the discussion. Given the woman’s obvious state of mental disarray, it didn’t seem wise to just dive right in and hand over the all-killing death cube. But Momo also didn’t come here to just sit and lie to the woman’s face. If she was going to get the information she required, she needed Lione to be honest with her. On purpose or by accident, Momo didn’t care.
In absence of a table, Momo took one ...
2023-08-30 15:42:07 +0000 UTC
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A wooden knocker sat on Lione’s front door. Just as Momo was about to slam it hard on the plaque, her bracelet did something unexpected — it spoke.
“Report, Bellafor?”
Momo froze, her knuckles stilling on the doorway. An immediate chill rocketed down her spine; that was Nia’s voice, unmistakably. Momo went immediately silent, motioning to Nyk to do the same with a finger over her mouth. The dokkaebi rolled her eyes and tapped her wrist as if it was wearing a watch, but s...
2023-08-29 16:29:51 +0000 UTC
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Momo was yet again engaging in what some may call a Momo plan.
AKA—anything that would simultaneously give Grimli fatal stress hives, would get a nervous laugh out of Sumire, and would make Valerica very, very proud.
“Are you sure this guy is a painter?” Momo said skeptically, waving around the Soul Splitting dagger. She was sitting on a small wooden stool in a dimly lit alleyway just outside the town’s central market. They had chosen the market as the location fo...
2023-08-28 16:37:17 +0000 UTC
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I have a special "Momo and Sumire - Interlude" that takes place between Book 2 and Book 3 coming up; I wanted to post it today, but it still needs some finishing touches -- but that will be out very soon for all the Momo/Sumire stans who have been craving content (& dont worry, more content is coming in the actual current timeline as well, but I wanted to write a little something something to bode you over....)
As for now, enjoy some art of everyone's favorite elf-celebrity, and the...
2023-08-25 14:28:38 +0000 UTC
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The room went unnaturally quiet as Momo stared at the bracelet. She knew one thing unquestionably: the voice she just heard berating a nonexistent telemarketer belonged to the same man that greeted her during her very first day in Alois. The necromancer who had gone off to deal with some sort of skeletal uprising. She had never heard from him again, never saw him again, never recalled anyone even referencing him. She had half-convinced herself that he had simply been a comforting illusion she...
2023-08-24 17:11:29 +0000 UTC
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After Zephyra sufficiently recovered from her interaction with Momo’s subconscious, she sat back down, propped her feet up on one of the guard’s shoulders, and sighed.
“I have an hour until we have to pack this mess up and get to the next town,” she said. “While my sister quite obviously tries to steal from me, why don’t we solve your little problem?”
In an unsuspecting corner of the room, Kasula froze. For as discreet as she was trying to be in finding the dagger, t...
2023-08-23 19:16:54 +0000 UTC
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If there was one thing Momo had specifically avoided in her life on Earth, it was small spaces containing a lot of people. Due to her slight stature and general disposition, she was, when exposed to a crowd, always at a high likelihood of being tossed around like a salad.
Thankfully, navigating the tubes wasn’t nearly as bad as Momo envisioned it to be. Sergeant Gulp possessed a type of magic that was very earth-like in nature: he screamed at people, and they fled. It was odd watching...
2023-08-22 18:33:14 +0000 UTC
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A/N: (Sorry for how short this chapter is - still fighting the sick, but more tomorrow!)
“I must have royally pissed off some goddess, because this is just stupid.”
The bass roaring from the stadium was nearly too loud to hear a thing out of the elf’s mouth, but Momo didn’t have to hear to see the displeasure written into Kasula’s features. Her eyes were pinned to Zephyra’s right hand, where the Soul Splitting Dagger – the precise sharp-edged ‘merchandise...
2023-08-21 20:02:10 +0000 UTC
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Much to Kasula’s dismay, Momo immediately forced her to use her family ties to their advantage. A quick flash of her passport, which included illuminating details such as her last name, her elvish political class, and a fold-out family tree that included Zephyra and six other siblings, moved them straight to the front of the line.
“This way, ladies,” a guard instructed, leading them sideways from the gate and into a separate underground pathway. As it turned out, the archways’ f...
2023-08-18 19:38:04 +0000 UTC
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