krixwell-liveblogs:

A friend is looking to start up a liveblog of another Wildbow work, Twig, but has trouble finding an ask screener.

If you are intimately familiar with Twig, have a decent eye for what is or isn’t a spoiler, and want to help out, please drop @killedthekat a message!

(Don’t send spoilers, obviously.)

By the sound of it, this worked out quite well! Thank you! 🙂

She was going to lose them.  Lose her family, no matter what happened.

This… might actually be to Bonesaw’s benefit. “If you’re going to lose your family anyway, why not come with us?”

Not that I think Amy would accept that easily, and probably not at all.

Which meant she had to go.  She was old enough to fend for herself.  She would leave of her own volition, and she would help Mark as a parting gift to her family.  She just had to work up the courage.

…damn. That’s an intense decision she just made.

Drying her face with her shirt, she carried the mug into the living room.

The TV was off.

Mark probably couldn’t do that.

Hello, Bonesaw.

And yeah, I haven’t forgotten that Bonesaw is almost certainly going to show up soon, one way or another (personally, I imagine her crashing through a window at any moment). She may try to do something to/”for” Mark while she’s here, or at least offer to.

And then later, when Glory Girl and Brandish come back from alerting the Protectorate about their sighting of Siberian, they might find Amy telling them about another Slaughterhouse member coming into their own damn house. That is, if she tells them.

But I’m getting ahead of myself, and the story. Let’s go back to crying Amy at the sink.

Marquis was one of the organized killers.  He had his rules, he had his code, and so did Amy.  Amy wouldn’t use her power to affect people’s minds.  Like father, like daughter.

Oh, come on, Amy, that’s a really superficial comparison.

That’s like saying Taylor is like Bakuda or the majority of Slaughterhouse Nine because they’re all Chaotic.

“Do you need anything?” she asked Mark, when the next ad break came up.

“Water,” he mumbled.

Coming right up.

“Okay.”

She headed into the kitchen, grateful for the excuse to leave the room.  She searched the dishwasher for his cup, a plastic glass with a textured outside, light enough for him to lift without having to struggle with muscle control, easy enough to grip.

That sounds good.

She filled it halfway so it wouldn’t be as heavy.

Tears filled her eyes, and she bent over the sink to wash her face.

When he said he needed water, I don’t think he meant from your eyes.

But yeah, all of this is clearly getting to Amy. It’s a really tough situation and probably some of the worst possible timing for her to find out who her biological father was.

Good job, Wildbow. Seriously, the entire premise of this situation is fantastic. Not for Amy, of course, but as a piece of writing, “girl with the power of healing and a self-imposed rule against messing with the brain is put in a tricky situation when her adoptive father suffers brain damage” is coddamn inspired. And then add the preexisting plot of “her biological father was a well-known villain”, a touch of “she finally finds out who her biological father was”, a dash of “villainous family resemblance angst” and finally a spoonful of “fucking Bonesaw”, and we’re in for a delicious treat.