Demonic Ox on sale at Downpour

Feb. 15th, 2026 09:30 am
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This audio novella should be widely available now at other vendors that are not Audible, as well.

https://www.downpour.com/products/boo...

In other publishing news, the much-delayed-by-assorted-glitches print on demand edition of Two Tales, a mini-collection containing "Winterfair Gifts" and "The Flowers of Vashnoi", should be available to order in another week or so. When I have successfully tested this assertion by ordering and receiving a copy for myself, and if nothing (further) is found to have gone wrong, I'll post the particulars that should help folks find it.

Ta, L.

posted by Lois McMaster Bujold on February, 15

Weekend

Feb. 15th, 2026 12:37 pm
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I’ve been chickening out and trying to avoid reading online discussions about the shooting in BC—IYKYK.

Touch wood, but I think our apartment may be in remission from the Unpleasantness.

Andrew and I don’t really do Valentine’s Day, but e came with me to the mall yesterday—I needed to buy a broom and some groceries—and we had slushy fruit drinks and bought a small toy for the cats in the shape of an ice-cream cone. It seems to have gone over well.

Finished reading Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Children of Ruin, the sequel to Children of Time and just as enjoyable. Except for Dr. Avrana Kern, this one features a whole new cast of characters: humans, spiders, Humans, octopus, AIs based on humans, and one of the more frightening alien entities ever written, Us-of-We. Does Tchaikovsky count as hopepunk? He should: despite the many grim and horrifying things that happen in these books, they’re touchingly optimistic that peace, or at least detente, is possible if all sides can just communicate.

I did feel like most of the octopus characters were a bit underwritten, but that’s partly because it’s a plot point that their minds are even more different from human minds than the spiders’ are. That said, the scene in which the octopus flickers in response to Senkovi’s corny jokes, even though it doesn’t understand them, because it’s happy that he’s happy that he’s happy, is both touching and also a clue that they respond primarily to the emotional content of a statement. Sort of like how I’m told this song is a collaboration between Poland’s two best-known folk-punk groups/artists, and while I don’t understand the words, the tune is very catchy.

Other musical links: I’d heard of Viv Stanshall’s album Men Opening Umbrellas Ahead, but I’d never listened to it till this week, and it’s incredible—imagine if Eric Idle and Tom Waits got drunk together in a dive bar in Lagos.

Also—this M. R. James-esque report from the BBC on an apparent case of black magic.


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Title: Innocent Victims
Fandom: FAKE
Author: [personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 489: Damage.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo stand accused of police brutality.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.



Innocent Victims

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Title: The right thing
Fandom: Dragon Age
Character: Neve Gallus
Prompt: Her own person code
Rating/Category: T/Gen
Summary: Neve will stop her, but not at any cost.

The right thing
Neve watches as Rana takes Aelia away, wondering if she made a huge mistake.

She has every reason not to believe in the system, not to trust that the Templars, even one with as good intentions as Rana, to be able to stop someone like Aelia, but the alternative is throwing away everything that she has always believed in.

Stopping Aelia is important, but not at any cost, and Rook has a point, she has to be someone that can inspire Dock Town to be better. Neve will stop her, but she won't compromise her own morals to do that.

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Title: A Criminal
Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard
Character: Female Rook Mercar
Prompt: The Outlaw
Rating/Category: T/Gen
Summary: The thing that's so backwards about all of this is, the Shadow Dragons are the ones who are outlaws, they are the ones who are breaking the rules.

A criminal
The thing that's so backwards about all of this is, the Shadow Dragons are the ones who are outlaws, they are the ones who are breaking the rules, and there are plenty of people in Tevinter, and not just among the Magisters and their families, who think that they are in the wrong.

Rook knows that plenty of people back at her childhood home, the then children who were friends with her siblings but never with her and their parents who spoke of her parents behind their backs, would be horrified at what she does. It's part of the reason why even before Varric started calling her Rook she had all but abandoned her name, and only a few people among the Shadow Dragons even know to call her Mercar. She's the criminal, invading people's homes and taking what they believe is theirs.

She wonders sometimes what her family would think of this, and is terrified of the answer. Not enslaving people, even being generally against the practice, isn't the same as fighting against slavery, not caring who she might anger in the process. The people she's angering are some of the same ones her parents depend on for their business, and she doesn't want to test their morals to that degree. It's already disappointing enough, knowing that most Shadow Dragons believe that there is value in keeping the peace and being careful, even if that means waiting longer to help people.

Rook could never be this way. If that means that she's not welcome with the Shadow Dragons, that she can no longer see her family without putting them at risk, none of that matters. She knows what's the right thing to do, and if the law refuses to change to meet that, then she'll change things by force.

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Title: With her
Fandom: Dragon Age
Character: Leliana/Neria Surana
Prompt: Needs
Rating/Category: T/Femslash
Summary: Neria only needs this, to have some time with Leliana, to have the strength to do what she needs to.

With her
Neria is, by necessity, an expert at hiding and moving without being noticed. She has been keeping herself out of sight for years, wanting to find a cure for the taint rather than be embroiled in the political problems around them, and although she has helped others where she could, she doesn't want to be a leader anymore.

She was so young when all of this started, and even before she didn't have her life as her own. She can't stand to be just a symbol, she needs something more than that.

“Skyhold is surprisingly hard to infiltrate, should I commend you?” she says, not having any illusion that Leliana wouldn't notice her there.

Neria might be an expert at hiding, but much of what she knows, she learned from Leliana.

“Not too hard, I'm the only one who noticed you came here,” Leliana says, approaching her slowly.

Neria can't hold the pretence anymore, she runs towards Leliana, nearly jumping to her arms. After this long away, she needs to hold her wife, and enjoy the few moments that they might have together before she has to leave again.

“I missed you so much,” she says, burying her face on Leliana's shoulder.

There's nothing that Neria can't face, no challenge that she can't get past, as long as she can have this. She needs Leliana by her side, if not every day, then as often as she can have her. That's all that she needs to be able to do everything that is asked of her.

2590 / Fic - The Pitt

Feb. 15th, 2026 12:00 pm
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Small Mercies
The Pitt | Gen | 1000 words | Episode fic for 2.06. Thanks to [personal profile] sheafrotherdon and [personal profile] traveller for betaing.

(Also on AO3)

When grief is its own kind of mercy. Perlah says goodbye to Louie. )

psa

Feb. 15th, 2026 05:31 pm
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I'm making all my #HeatedRivalry art available for digital download for about a week. It's for personal use only... if you want prints for yourself or use it in some projects like personal bookbindings.

https://ko-fi.com/artseamoni/shop/hockey

- @artseamoni

The Doctor Who Fan Orchestra returns!

Feb. 15th, 2026 10:53 am
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Signups are open now!



So excited. This was definitely not on my proverbial 2026 bingo card.

genuinely blackly hilarious

Feb. 15th, 2026 08:40 am
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Cryptographers Show That AI Protections Will Always Have Holes
Large language models such as ChatGPT come with filters to keep certain info from getting out. A new mathematical argument shows that systems like this can never be completely safe.
[Quanta, 2025]

A practical illustration of how to exploit this gap came in a paper [arxiv.org] posted in October. The researchers had been thinking about ways to sneak a malicious prompt past the filter by hiding the prompt in a puzzle. In theory, if they came up with a puzzle that the large language model could decode but the filter could not, then the filter would pass the hidden prompt straight through to the model.

They eventually arrived at a simple puzzle called a substitution cipher, which replaces each letter in a message with another according to a certain code. (As a simple example, if you replace each letter in “bomb” with the next letter in the alphabet, you’ll get “cpnc.”) They then instructed the model to decode the prompt (think “Switch each letter with the one before it”) and then respond to the decoded message.

The filters on LLMs like Google Gemini, DeepSeek and Grok weren’t powerful enough to decode these instructions on their own. And so they passed the prompts to the models, which performed the instructions and returned the forbidden information. The researchers called this style of attack controlled-release prompting.

Sorry, this is genuinely funny in a black humor way. Prompt injection attack via substitution cipher. Shinjo help us if anyone ever uses Pig Latin or Opish.

Tracklist, Blue Eyed Soul

Feb. 15th, 2026 10:24 am
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This is the final tracklist for the mixtape I just finished for a friend. I won’t name names regarding the two specific artists he suggested that I ended up cutting, but let’s just say they didn't quite vibe with the aesthetic I was going for!

I really wanted to lean into that polished Blue Eyed Soul groove—music that’s got one foot in sophisticated pop and the other in classic R&B. Side A is all about the "Groove" to get things moving, while Side B dives a bit deeper into the "Soul" side of things.

It took some fine-tuning to get the timings right for a 30-minute flip, but I think this flow is exactly what the project needed.
Artist Song Title Duration
Side A: The Groove
Wham! Everything She Wants 6:32
Steve Winwood Higher Love 5:47
Hall & Oates Method of Modern Love 5:32
Culture Club Time (Clock of the Heart) 3:44
Fine Young Cannibals She Drives Me Crazy 3:36
Side B: The Deep Soul
Simply Red Holding Back the Years 4:26
George Michael Father Figure 5:36
Michael Bolton (Sittin' On) The Dock of the Bay 3:52
Paul Young Every Time You Go Away 4:26
Marc Cohn Walking in Memphis 4:18
Terence Trent D'Arby Wishing Well 3:30
Michael McDonald I Keep Forgettin' 3:42



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This weekend has been calm, relaxing, and wintry. Yesterday's skies were clear and blue, and it was a real pleasure to walk out to the gym for my two hours of classes, watched through the windows by myriad cats as they observed me make my way through the freezing air. After lunch, Matthias and I assembled the growhouse we bought for germinating this year's vegetables. All things being equal, I'm hoping to start with tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, and some herbs by the end of the month.

In the evening, we went out for a meal at this place — a former stately home that's now a boutique hotel and events venue, just slightly out of town near the village of Stuntney. It's not reachable by public transport, and the last time we ate there we got taxis back and forth, but this time around we decided to try walking. It's not the most picturesque walk: you walk along a paved footpath next to a main road for about half the trip, then you have the option of continuing along the main road with no footpath (i.e. walking on the verge), or going slightly out of the way into Stuntney village, walking the length of the village and then rejoining the main road when the village ends. We went with the latter (the idea of walking along the verge of a main road in the dark did not appeal), and the whole thing took just under an hour. It was definitely a good way to work up an appetite! It was lovely to sit in the bar next to an open fire, drinking champagne, before moving into the restaurant for the meal, which was fairly solid gastropub-type food, in a conservatory with views back across the fens to the cathedral, and a woman singing covers of various pop songs. The whole experience was so warming and cosy.

It was meant to start raining and snowing at 1am, but in actual fact this only really arrived in the light of the morning — drenching me when I ducked out to the bakery to pick up pastries for breakfast. We had deliberately planned to spend the whole of Sunday indoors, and the advent first of heavy rain, and then of snow, confirmed the wisdom of this decision! The snow was intense: fat flakes that danced through the air, and settled all over the trees, roofs, and ground. It lasted for a couple of hours, although it's all well on the way to melting now, and turning to slush. While it lasted, it was a beautiful backdrop to some slow yoga, watching the Olympics, and lots of reading.

You may recall that a few weeks back, I was asking for recommendations of fairytale/mythology/folktale retellings, and this week is when I've made proper efforts to start with some of the books you recommended. This somehow worked out as being two very different Eros/Cupid and Psyche retellings: The Sharpest Thorn (Victoria Audley) and Till We Have Faces (C.S. Lewis), both doing very different things with the myth, both doing them well.

Cut for some (positive) remarks on The Sharpest Thorn, as I know the author here on Dreamwidth and this gives the choice whether to read my remarks or not )

As for the Lewis, I went into this with some trepidation that I'd tried to overcome due to my general trust in the taste of the people who'd recommended it. I last read Lewis more than twenty years ago, when I was assigned That Hideous Strength to read for a university class during my undergrad degree, and felt the book's misogyny with an almost physical force. It remains one of only two books that made me so angry that I literally hurled them at the wall, and I had determined then to never, ever read another C.S. Lewis book again.

I genuinely cannot reconcile the writing of women (from a woman's first-person perspective, even) in Till We Have Faces with the seething, misogynistic contempt of That Hideous Strength. It's almost as if the books are written by two entirely different people. This retelling tells the story of Cupid and Psyche from the point of view of one of Psyche's sisters (who, in the original versions of the tale, out of jealousy of their sister's material circumstances, convince her to break her divine husband's taboo on viewing him, sparking Psyche's exile, misery, and ill-treatment), and what it's really concerned with is the gulf between the human and the divine, and how the former are only able to perceive the latter dimly, through darkness. I'm not doing it full justice with that description — really, it's something that has to be read to experience fully — but I'm just in awe, really. It's one of the few works of fiction that really conveys the yawning gulf between mortal and immortal ways of being, seeing, and experiencing existence. Per Lewis, ordinary human beings are for the most part so incapable of understanding the divine that they fill in this chasm with darkness, with symbols, with metaphor, and with monstrosity. What an incredible book (although I couldn't help rolling my eyes indulgently at the whole Golden Bough of it all — oh mid-twentieth-century authors with interest in comparative religion, never change).

In the time since I've started this post, the snow has now melted fully, and that silvery snowlit quality in the sky has been replaced by soggy grey. The afternoon is, I suppose, somewhat running away from me. This cosy conclusion to the weekend, however, holds nothing more complicated than some slow-cooking Iranian food for dinner, cups of smoky tea, and a fire in the wood-burning stove. It's been a good two days all around.

Putting the fun in fundraising

Feb. 15th, 2026 04:45 am
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My annual fundraising campaign at the Y is off to a great start! I talked about it in a friends-only post here and immediately got my first donation, one day before the campaign officially launched on Thursday. Now it's Sunday, and I have five donations total. Three are $25, one is $50, and one is $100! With my annualized $5-per-paycheck pledge totaling $120, that puts me $345, 69% of my goal. The sunglasses I gave away Thursday and Friday in baggies with my donation URL definitely paid for themselves already.

That's one way to make a fundraiser so much more enjoyable; take a little bit of money you could donate and use it market the campaign in a fun way instead.

And it turns out I came across a fundraiser yesterday that I might not have simply donated to, but they came up with a great way to market the campaign that was a perfect way to get me to donate. There's a very cool vegan cafe and bar here in Everett called The Bayside Cafe which I wrote about when they opened downtown. It wasn't long before they moved around the corner into a much larger space, but then they learned they'd lose their lease because we're getting a new stadium downtown.

That was terrible news at the time but everything turned out for the best. They recently took over the old Knights of Columbus lodge near the waterfront and have built something truly special there. The lower level is Everett's new queer community clubhouse Charm & Strange, opened by Adair who used to operate Catalyst Cafe, which I managed to write about three times over the years. Catalyst Cafe is no more, but Charm & Strange has so much more potential and space.

The top floor of the building houses The Attic Aurora, a private tattoo studio. If you don't know what I mean by that, the distinction is that there's no availability for walk-in tattoos, so you have to get in touch with one of the artists there and make an appointment. I might have heard of it in passing, but ended up going there yesterday thanks to a social media post from Bayside about a fundraiser they hosted last night benefiting Rooster Haus Rescue. I wasn't interested in the event, but The Attic Aurora was offering this great sheet of flash tattoos, splitting the proceeds with Rooster Haus.

Rooster Haus fundraiser  flash

I liked several of the designs, but the one with the antlers inspired by a rooster named Moose reminded me of the mythical jackalope, which we heard a lot about back in New Mexico because of the stores named after them. It wasn't clear what time the tattoos would be happening, but I shared the post in case anyone else might be interested. Then when Garrett found out about a cool aviation event yesterday, I decided to have lunch at the cafe and see if I could get a tattoo.

I'm not vegan, but I absolutely adore well-executed vegan food. It takes a lot of skill to mimic grubbin' bar food without any animal products, and Bayside really pulls it off. Like I said when I wrote about them, it's food vegans don't normally get to have and it's good enough that meat eaters shouldn't mind the substitutions. I had a fake chicken/bacon/swiss sandwich and it was great, though I wish I would have had a burger so I could try the Impossible patty. Guess I'll have to go back!

A big reason I was excited to go there yesterday is that Garrett's allergic to soy and can't eat there. And that's too bad, because he helped me sample all their food for my blog post and loved it. But now we know why he constantly had terrible stomach aches; soy is everywhere, even in meat products more often than you'd ever realize.

As I hoped, getting lunch there was the exact right call because the Whitney the tattoo artist who drew all those roosters got there about when I did and the person working in the cafe let her know I was around and interested. We went upstairs to the beautifully-remodeled space and after a fun chat and easy session, I walked out with Moose on the lowest part of my left shin.

Moose the rooster

This is my first fine line tattoo and I'm excited to see how it heals up. There's a lot of chatter online about them and how well they age, but this one has as good a chance as any to look good for a long time. The spot it's in never gets any sun, after all.

Before I headed out to lunch I decided I really wanted to get tattooed yesterday and had two backup plans for somewhat-spontaneous ink if that didn't work out. In spite of getting one yesterday, I'm trying not to get too many flash tattoos since space is at a premium, but Nathan at Lion's Paw has one I want. If he wasn't available for a walk-in, Kaya the apprentice at Burial said she would still be offering the deals from yesterday's Friday the 13th flash sheets all day Saturday. I didn't see any absolute must-haves but I like to get apprentice tattoos when I can because I feel it's important for the industry. I also liked that they had a bonus sheet of silly little designs that could be added with any other F13 flash for an additional $26.

But I got the tattoo I wanted, when I wanted, and had a fun time doing it. I also ran into Adair from Charm & Strange and asked if they'd be interested in a post on one of the blogs I used to write for. I pitched that to its new owner when I got back. I'm mostly done with local blogging for the time being but when he reached out to me a while after taking over the blog, I said I'd let him know if I found something I felt I needed to cover. Charm & Strange definitely counts, and I decided that in the spirit of community I may as well join. I just did a year as a member and can decide in a year if I want to stay a member, switch to the supporter tier, or find a different cause to support.

I'm not exactly flush with cash at the moment, but Rooster Haus and Bayside caught me at just the right time with an incentive that worked for me. And Charm & Strange is providing something to the community that I think is extremely important. Buying myself a piece of another "third place" is a pretty great opportunity, especially since as a remote worker, I don't have the traditional second place.

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Feb. 15th, 2026 10:54 pm
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I'm currently in the Deep North, staying with my mother. My mother's cat is a sweet little weirdo:

pics )

And yes, if you're wondering how my mother wound up adopting what appears to be a Turkish Angora from her local rescue: I have zero clue. There was a whole litter of them that were all put up for adoption about a year ago at the age of eight months. There's some sort of story there, especially since as far as I can tell there are no registered Turkish Angora breeders operating in Australia atm. But however it happened, my mum ended up with a sweet, funny, playful, affectionate ball of white fluff with a tail like a plume.

Six Sentence Sunday

Feb. 15th, 2026 10:29 pm
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Six Eight sentences from a Regency AU thing I'm working on (because the first time I counted the sentences they added up to six and then the second time I counted them they somehow added up to eight). And just for the record, this is all [tumblr.com profile] Samirant's fault.

~*~

Count Ilya Rozanov leaned against the ship's gunwale and stared out across the water. In the near distance, the white chalk cliffs gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, a stark contrast with the brilliant blue of La Manche - the English Channel. It was a pretty sight, no doubt beloved of landscape painters, and perhaps also by English sailors coming home after long hours at sea. But Ilya was neither painter, nor sailor, nor, especially, English. He spared the scenery no more than the barest glance, his eyes on the ship of the line at full sail just a little ahead of them. Impregnable she was called. Ilya sincerely hoped that the name did not lie. She was the flagship of the Admiral the Duke of Clarence, brother to the English Prince Regent, and she carried a host of European dignitaries, not least of whom was his Imperial Majesty, Tsar Alexander himself.

He drew an enamel snuff box from his pocket and, shielding it from the wind with one hand, opened it with a practised flick of his thumb.

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