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Over the years I've been part of more roleplaying communities than I can count, and if there's one thing that seems to exist in every single one of them, it's gatekeeping.
I've never really understood it.
I've watched people fight tooth and nail to control the direction of stories, defend...
The cemetery was bathed in moonlight and fog, which somehow made every headstone look like it was leaning a little closer than before. Perfect night for grave robbing. Kinley's droid companion emitted a series of unhappy beeps as they passed through the rusted gate.
"You're kidding, right?"...
Kinley Pryse looked asleep.
She sat in the pilot's chair of the Canto Belle with her boots propped on the console, hat tipped low over her face. One arm hung loosely off the side of the chair while the soft hum of hyperspace filled the cockpit. The ship drifted through the blue tunnel of...
You've been hit by... you've been struck by...
There are easier ways to make money. Kinley Pryse just finds those methods boring.
Ship: Canto Belle - Nar Shaddaa Docks
The neon glow of Nar Shaddaa bled through the haze of the docking bays, painting everything in bruised shades of purple...
You've been hit by... you've been struck by...
Some people make their own luck. Kinley just steals it from those people
The first blaster shot came from the catwalks. The second shattered a crate beside them. The third sent the entire warehouse into chaos. "Contact!" somebody yelled over...
Interviewer: Hello and welcome to Bitter Talk, where we break down all the fun happenings in the Bitterverse! Today we have a very special guest joining us: the one, the only, Kitter Bitters herself. Welcome, Kitter!
Kitter: Thanks for having me. It's always nice to spend time with the voices...
I've been thinking a lot lately about forgiveness.
Not just the kind we offer others, but the kind we desperately need ourselves. The truth is that we all mess up sometimes. Every single one of us. Me included.
One of the hardest feelings in the world is realizing that you've hurt someone...
For most of my life, I've been a people pleaser.
I wish I could say that wasn't true, but it is. I care deeply about making other people happy. I want people to like me. I want them to approve of my choices. I want them to tell me I'm doing a good job. Sometimes I seek validation so often that...
Welcome to Kitter's Cabinet of Curiosities.
Most people know Kitter Bitters as the keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy, a collector and teller of strange stories gathered from every corner of the stars. But not every tale arrives fully formed. Some begin as whispers. Others as sketches...
When I created Katarine Ryiah, I was twelve years old.
Looking back, that's honestly wild to think about. This hobby has been part of my life for nineteen and a half years now. Nearly two decades of stories, characters, worlds, and friendships. It's amazing to me that something I started as a...
Interviewer: Welcome to Bitter Talk! The show where we discuss all things related to the Bitterverse. Today we have an exclusive interview with the author of Bitter Tales From the Galaxy herself, Kitter Bitters. Welcome, Kitter, and thanks for joining us today.
Kitter: It's not like I had much...
Lately I've been thinking about vanity.
Not the obvious kind. Not standing in front of a mirror admiring yourself. Not bragging or showing off.
I'm talking about the quieter form of vanity, the obsessive concern with how other people see you. The constant second-guessing. The endless replaying...
The Lothal Jedi Enclave rang with the soft hum of training sabers and the brighter sound of laughter. Pari Sylune moved lightly across the stone, her footwork playful rather than precise, meeting each of Larn's eager strikes with an easy parry. The boy lunged with all the seriousness a young...
Kinley Pryse sat sideways in the pilot's chair, boots braced against the console, the hum of the ship's systems filling the quiet like a heartbeat. The cockpit lights were low, just enough to paint everything in soft amber and shadow. She hadn't bothered to clean the blood off her knuckles yet...