#TimeTravelAuthors 05/29 A weird comp (any medium) for your time travel story
Part 3
Volume 2 of #TimeTravelingGhost (still to be written) could be comped with The Time Machine by H. G. Wells or any of his other dystopian, surreal portrayals of the future. I recently read some of these and realized the visual and textural parallels.
It is likely I will borrow some of the scenery from them for that volume.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/29. A weird comp (any medium) for your time travel story
A less well-known alternate is: White Rabbit – URZE & CHAD, Mexico City, Mexico:
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#TimeTravelAuthors 05/29 A weird comp (any medium) for your time travel story
Salvador dali
The melting clocks were an obvious choice, but given the weird religious themes in #TimeTravelingGhost I am going to go with ““the temptation:”
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Banchō Sarayashiki (Sumika POV): Post 42
#Wss366 Quarry #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever
The woman examined the crow carefully, then nodded. "If your tsukai speaks the truth, I will release my quarry. Now, tell me the rest of the story. The crow says you are not done."
There isn't much more, and I'm sorry to have to relate it. Okiku couldn’t rest. The grudge she bore was so great that she haunted the well as an onryō, loudly counting the plates at night. When she reached the last and missing tenth plate, she screamed so horribly that anyone who heard it was said to go mad.
Eventually, a priest came, and as she reached nine, he shouted “Ten!” dispelling her.
“That’s it,” I said. “I think I’ve mixed different versions together, but the stories are similar in how Okiku meets her end and how she haunts the castle.”
“And the Lord?” the witch asked.
“The tales vary, but most agree he escaped unpunished,” I said. “It’s very unfair.”
“In tatters, in tatters. His honor was in tatters,” Airisu cawed.
The woman nodded, but remained silent. Then, with a sigh, she dished out a stew of grain and wild greens. Then, finally, said, “I doubt such a trick would dispel a grudge-bound spirit, but let us eat while I consider.”
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Rin’s Past Jobs
What jobs have you had?
Today on Dragon Street Talk, we interview just one dragon again today. We have Rin, because I feel he is the best choice for this answer.
Rin
Hmmmmmmm~ what jobs did I have? Well, after I embarrassed my parents by sleeping with their (now former) political allies when I was a teenager, I was forced to volunteer at homeless shelters.
It didn’t last that long cause I made friends with a cute guy, brought him home, cleaned him up and tried to sleep with him. I gave him money and sent him to his family in Milano. He still sends me letters.
My job after that was working at a car dealership in Turino. I might’ve gotten caught driving one of them but but in my defense I thought I was supposed to. You know, show the person how it runs.
My next job was working at an art gallery in Firenze. I used to bring people to the back room so they could give me backshots. I don’t regret it. Artists and art appreciators sometimes know how to hit the spot more than most. Best thing is, I never got caught. My parents only found out because one of my trades decided to visit when my parents were VISITING MY JOB, talking bout some “where’s the beautiful prince that works here?”
Imagine having to explain that to your parents.
Anyways, some more failed jobs later and my dad sent me to work at a club with my uncle Massimo, seeing my hypersexuality as an uncontrollable tool to lure in their targets and enemies.
Interviewer: whoa.
Rin: I know.
Interviewer: I was speechless. First off, why are you like this? Secondly, that’s quite sad that your only use is being in a brothel.
Rin: It’s not sad. It’s my job. I met my best friends, I get to serve my family while still keeping my hole filled, and I get to take down traffickers.
Interviewer: but you have options to not be like this.
Rin: it’s not that easy, and I don’t hate my job. It’s not the worst thing in the world. Do you know how many hatchlings I saved before they could end up like me??
Interviewer: (it was at this moment I noticed his voice was breaking. Shit)
Rin: if I can keep a single hatchling from ending up like me… then my job is worth it. Worth it. Nobody understands this. They just see me singing and dancing and think it’s all sunshine and rainbows. I have heard the vilest things because the people I sleep with trust me with their secrets. I have put my immortal body through hell just to obtain information the regular polizia could not.
Interviewer: (He’s in a full breakdown. He’s crying so many tears. I need to stop this).
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. I didn’t know it meant so much for you.
(I gave him a hug, since I pretty much did insult his line of work it seems)
Thank you for sharing that with us. Here’s a tissue.
Rin: (sigh) whatever. (*sniff*)
Interviewer: thank you for watching another episode of Dragon Street Talk. We hope to see you again next week, viewer.
Rin: ……..don’t you mean…. Tomorrow?
Interviewer: oh! Yes! Right! Tomorrow.
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Night Maze (The Cat Lady Chronicles #4) by Helen Harper
Release Date May 29, 2026
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In Praise of My Favorite Clunky TTRPG
One of the first non-D&D RPGs I played was the fourth edition of Shadowrun. I was hooked from the start. It has fantasy. Check. It has Cyberpunk Dystopia. Check. Its default setting at the time I was introduced to it was Seattle. Check. It felt like this game was made specifically for me. Were the books easy to parse for the rules? Absolutely not, Catalyst is not the best at organizing information in their books. Were the rules easy to carry out at the table once understood? Still no, a […]https://alexanderkeane.com/2026/05/29/in-praise-of-my-favorite-clunky-ttrpg/
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Banchō Sarayashiki (Sumika POV): Post 41
#Wss366 Cable #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever
I hated to resume the story. The romance I sensed between the witch and Okiku should have had a happy ending, but only tragedy lay ahead. I pretended to sip my tea, now grown cold, and then began again:
“All would have been well for Okiku,” I continued, “if Aoyama had been content with that. But instead, he devised a plan to trap the maiden. When she was away, he hid one of the ten plates.”
When he called for them to be shown to him, Okiku was horrified to find only nine. She counted them over and over, but no matter how many times she did this, the tenth plate was always missing.
It was a sorrowful maiden who presented the remaining plates to Aoyama, for she knew the penalty for losing a plate was to be beheaded.
Instead of anger, the lord’s face bore a crafty look. His expression soon turned to rage when she declined his offer of “clemency.” That fury blossomed, turning into a beating, and finally, when she still refused him, he dragged her into the courtyard and hung her over a well.
“This is your last chance,” he raged. “Who are you to refuse me?” She met his demands with silence.
Infuriated, he dunked her into the well, nearly drowning her. When even that failed to break Okiku’s determination, with one final slash, Lord Aoyama severed the rope, and she plummeted to her death.
The witch held up her hand for me to stop; her face had grown grim. With a shaky hand, she poured more tea and threw grain for my familiar. When she’d calmed herself, she spoke. “It is as I feared. She acquitted herself well to the end. A vine #cable could not have been stronger than her honor. No shame will ever be attached to her name. Alas, if I were younger, I would avenge this slight. If her betrothed fails in his duty, then I’ll haunt both him and Aoyama.”
I trembled. This was not why I had come. Instead of rescuing Okiku, I was only bringing tragedy. The ghosts threatened to multiply. I looked pleadingly at Airisu and mouthed, “Do I have to finish my tale?”
“Go on,” she cawed. “The rest is sorrowful enough, but there is no need for the good lady to stain her karma with it. The taint lies upon the house of Aoyama. Even dead at the bottom of a well, Okiku’s name endured unclouded—besides, we’re here to rescue her!”
With these last words, Airisu fluffed up her feathers and strutted across the floor. At a less solemn time, I would have laughed.
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