#scorpling

Is there a difference if it's that one spamton anon?

Bark scorpion with scorplings, Lychas scutilus, Singapore

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Improving the best worst girl is a real challenge. Honestly, I'm pretty happy with how she's been depicted so far - all of my knee jerk reactions about things I would change would make her less interesting. So instead, I'll put forward a hope for what kind of person she becomes by the end of the series - which, after AtN comes out, might well be a change.

I want her to end the series having experienced something that causes her to honestly and genuinely self-reflect. Moreso than nearly anyone else in the series, Ianthe is going to be herself forever. I want her to finally recognize what it is she actually wants (love, respect, and recognition, rather than power, which she has really only been pursuing as a means to those ends) and start the process of becoming someone who won't be bitter and miserable for the next myriad. I don't expect her to find happiness or fulfillment in the series proper - she is too much Harrow's twisted reflection for that - but I'd really like to be given reason to think that she might someday.

downstairs, his legs, everything bleached

"D'you ever." Aziraphale wrinkled his nose andsearched out the rest of his question with both hands. "Think aboutsex?"

Crowley stared at him through the bottom of his emptywineglass. "Wassat?"

"Sex. Intercourse. Fucking. Intercourse. Carnalknowledge. D'you ever think about it?"

Crowley made a confused face and found a bottle with whichto refill his glass. "I s'pose? I mean, it's work-related. Fornication, adultery,sometimes masturbation. Easy temptations."

"No no no, I mean d'you – is that bottle empty? Noworries, I've got another. D'you ever think about having sex?"

"What, with you?"

"No!" lied Aziraphale, like a liar. "Goodlord, no, never. An angel an' a demon, doin'..." He made a crude handgesture, which was difficult with a glass in one hand and a wine bottle in theother. "Prob'ly explode."

"Hnngh, hmm," said Crowley, unaware of how he wasshattering his friend's guilty hopes. "Good point."

"Jus'... jus' in general. With a human, say. Forargument's sake."

"Nah." Crowley waved a dismissive hand, and nearlyknocked over the previous six bottles they'd demolished over the course of thenight. "Can't say the thought ever crossed muh mind. Doesn't sound'specially appealing t' me. An' demons can't do... that, y'know. Can't,uh..." His face went on a deeply soused journey. "Can't really get itup, y'know. No ravishing for us. Just wooing humans into temptation."

"Oh," said Aziraphale, disappointed.

"Why d'you ask, anyway?"

"Oh," said Aziraphale again, more forcefully,mustering some sobriety, "no reason, really. Making conversation."