#amazingspaceship

It hasn’t been outright stated or anything, mostly because Eudora/Wrathtor himself hasn’t made the connection (and probably never will).

But Saldor was the exhibitionist guy from the auction in the first chapter. The one Wrathtor sniped Zaphir from.

Full story:

Saldor promises the Duke to gift him a Child Slave for his Pleasure Chambers.

Duke is Pleased.

Saldor goes off to the Illegal Auction of Illegalness, looking forward to being gifted X hours of usage of the Pleasure Chambers. Gets sniped by some purpleblood. Comes back with nothing but slime in his hands.

Duke is Displeased.

Saldor gets shunted off to the side. Saldor is displeased. Duke learns from his obsessive stalking that the Spiceler has secretly contacted some Nobody. Saldor is among the retinue greek-chorusing his displeasure. He sees a picture of the nobody and is like THAT’S THE GUY. Saldor suggests to the Duke that he infiltrate Wrathtor’s ship under whatever bullshit excuse to both dig up secrets and to recover the Duke’s Rightful Goods. The Duke thinks he might as well.

Duke dumps Saldor off and immediately forgets about it in a drunken stupor.

Saldor operates under the assumption that Wrathtor remembers him and is ripe for the blackmailing. Saldor finds an excuse to enter his room hoping to find the kid. Saldor cannot fathom that the kid would be happily adopted and the owner of many toys and crayons. Saldor sees a billion clues to a kid’s presence and recognizes none.

Saldor learns that Wrathtor, despite his many veiled hints, is not ripe for the blackmailing. 

Saldor takes to investigating vents and crannies hoping to find the Secret Pleasure Room of Many Sexy Slaves that Wrathtor absolutely must have somewhere in his ship. He keeps hearing someone crawling through the vents. That someone is a bored Zaphir.

Hey!

I had meant to put up an announcement about this, but Karen and I no longer have the time to run a major exchange. We meant to look for some helper mods/mods-in-training to handle the day-to-day work of Ladystuck, but that … didn’t happen.

We might as well do it now. If you would be interested in running/helping run Ladystuck, please email ladystuck at gmail with your: Tumblr and AO3 usernames; history of participating in the exchange; any relevant experience you have. We’d be looking for 2-3 people to answer questions, hand-check matches, post copy, and assign/keep track of pinch-hitters.

Ahhh, I’m so glad people are still reading this and liking it! <3

Work on it is going–um. Okay, so the short, non-whiny version is that a combo of life stuff and brain stuff rarely cooperate for me to write this past year, and Outcasts intersects the hardest w/ my writing block because I want it to be good the most.

(The new series, btw, is tagged shadowbound au and I co-write that w/ Skates for a couple hours every Saturday which is great b/c I basically get to parasitize her brain muscles. :D :D :D  )

But back to Outcasts I’ve got like… 60% of the next chapter written?  Most of which was accomplished a month or two ago.  But I haven’t the slightest clue what kind of a timeline I’ll be able to make progress for it on.

Anyway here’s a couple sentences teaser for you just ‘cause I miss these boys so much:

“That is not—hsst. Surely even you realize you can’t just go around destroyingancient artifacts.”

You look at him withcuriosity.  “Why not?”

“Because,because—“ Kankri’s mouth works like he can’t decide what should come out of itfirst.  “Do you even have a reason?”

Avarice chapter 5:

“Scraps of dirty, crumpled paper fell with every step as Ford toddled to the elevator door and from there back to the Shack proper…”

(I know I’mprobably skimping on the “happiness” aspect of this, but to meany headcanon on the Stan O'War II is a happy ending headcanon, even if unpleasant things are happening on it.)

In their first few years the Stan O’War II was at sea, threeimpromptu surgeries were performed below her deck, many, many miles from land.

The first two were frightening andpainful, with limited resources and no proper anesthetic beyond a couple quick, messy sedatives.One came after Stan fell while wrestling with the sails and got ashiver of wood lodged in his side. Another was needed when Stan’s “charge inswinging” approach to combat proved misguided on a particularlyspiky sea monster.

Luckily Ford had enough medical skillto handle Stan’s injuries without any real trouble, but theexperience was awful for the both of them.

No, the really upsettingone came when a minor explosion left Ford with tiny bits of shrapnel lodged in his leg. With nothing but a local anasetheticnumbing the site, he had to direct Stan to cut him open, to remove the shrapnel, and to sterilize and stitch up the incisions.

Afterthat happened, Stan signed up for an online course in nursing. He didn’t want Ford to have to do that again.