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vhagars-dementia · 11 months
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"Look What You Made Me Do" for Aemond please
Yeahh lets go! I'm not a huge fan of the song so we're taking a different direction with this
Look What You Made Me Do
Aemond is swamped with work assisting his grandsire in matters of the kingdom. He has strictly instructed you to not get in the way of his tight schedule. Sure he's busy but he doesnt have to be a bitch about it. You stomp your way out of the Red Keep to where you knew Vhagar slept.
She was all to glad to see you when you greeted her with a few Valyrian words you learned. She held out her head for you to pet, and now she's purring like a cat, enjoying your attention. If her rider is too occupied with "more important things" you made sure to keep yourself busy with the most important dragon in Westeros too.
"Come on, y/n, this is getting ridiculous!" Aemond yells from the top of a cliff near Vhagar. "Its close to midnight!"
"I'm finished, when I'm finished, Aemond!" You teased back using his very own words he used one night you beckoned him to bed. "Vhagar, stop it!" He commands in Valyrian. The dragon is known for ignoring important commands. You were now on top of the massive dragon, seated on Aemond's saddle.
"Y/n, what are you doing?" He watches you giggling while taking the reins on Vhagar who was standing on her mighty legs, preparing to take flight. "Vhagar, obey!" Aemond desperately pleads, falling to deaf ears.
"I'll see you, when you're no longer busy, husband!" You call out as the giant dragon takes you to the skies.
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cyrwrites · 10 months
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For a fictional title: When the red opens up, there's a star
Oh man. Left this one to a later date because I really didn't know what to put here. I had too many ideas! From possession, to making Red Hood a literal music star in a series of shenanigans that neither the Bats or Jason planned to happen, etc. You get it, it was really random lmao
In the end, what I want for this title is something more angsty. And definitely worse.
Jason is trapped by Joker a second time. To make it hurt more, this time Joker had gone back to using the Red Hood mantle and fucks around with the city for a long time, in order to get Jason riled up and lure him into a trap.
It works.
Mister J reintroduces Jason to the crowbar again. And again, the damage the clown deals to Jason is inmense. Except, here's the catch. Jason doesn't seem to be able to die.
Joker is perplexed. He hadn't anticipated Jason being a meta, with the power to regenerate himself, no less. And then Joker is intrigued, which is arguably worse.
So, Joker cuts Jason up, so that he can see what makes him tick. Doesn't bother to give Jason anything with the pain; just opens him up and finally stares into his chest, where there's something solid that glows.
(I took the title quite literally, as you can see.)
Joker tries to pry it out of Jason's body, but ultimately fails. Because the thing that the Joker saw there? The core? Suddenly sparks a flame so hot that everything and the Joker instantly starts catching on fire.
Everything, except Jason.
Jason, who has been re-traumatized, that had no one to rescue him (AGAIN) and cannot seem to control his newly found powers.
This can only be a recipe for disaster.
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welcometololaland · 7 months
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fic title prompt thing: Four Whole Blueberries
Okay so I made the mistake of doing an ask game where I didn't fully understand the rules, so I don't think I'm supposed to be actually writing a snippet but HERE YOU GO ANYWAY. This fic would be about Alex and Henry having a dispute over which fruit is the best on a fruit platter, Alex accidentally knocking all the blueberries on the floor, the blueberries going missing and turning up in days to come (inspired by @celeritas2997 real life, lmao sorry for slander).
The problem with knocking a pile of blueberries off a platter is that the exact amount of tiny, dark coloured and squash-able fruit isn't easily ascertained. In fact, Alex spends the next day and a half tip toeing around the brownstone, fearful of accidentally stepping on one of them.
After two days have passed, he starts to let his guard down. Which, in hindsight, is a mistake. The blueberries are out for vengeance and have been lying in wait, patiently biding their time.
The first one is discovered at the bottom of his gym bag, squashed perfectly between a workout top and a pair of shorts, effectively dirtying both. Alex has no idea how the damn fruit even got in the bag in the first place, it must have flown high off the counter and gone for gold, unless Henry has been fucking with him and sneaking blueberries into his belongings in order to teach Alex a lesson.
The second blueberry is found when Henry is literally fucking with Alex. He's spread out on their sheets, ass in the air and absolutely desperate for it, when - instead of pressing into Alex - Henry yelps and leaps off the bed, clutching his knee.
"Alex, I think a blueberry got me," he says, a little breathless as he wipes something dark coloured from his leg.
Alex whips his head around and whimpers helplessly. Henry is slick with sweat, hard and has his hand curled around himself. Notwithstanding that the situation gives a new meaning to the term 'fruity', Alex does not want to be waylaid by nature's candy right now.
"The bed is gonna get real messy anyway, sweetheart," he replies, sounding very strung out. "Forget the blueberry."
"It's sticky," Henry protests, licking his clean hand and wiping it across his kneecap. "Why did you let them in here?"
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Alex protests. "Those fuckers got out and- Anyway, can you hurry up and make me sticky instead?"
The third blueberry turns up at the end of one of Alex's trainers, making a horrible squishing sound when he shoves his foot in it too quickly. When he pulls his foot out, the end of his sock is completely wet.
By the time the fourth blueberry reveals itself, Alex has had enough.
"Is that-" Henry asks, arching an eyebrow and evidently trying very hard not to laugh as Alex stops still in the middle of the living room.
He groans, lifting his foot off the rug to reveal a decimated blueberry on the bottom of his sock, now destined for the laundry hamper. He's also going to have to wipe the rug, which is his least favourite task, mostly because he begged Henry to stick with the hardwood floors. Alex hates carpet for a reason. It never cleans properly and it's harder to get things out of. Including wayward blueberries.
"You know what?" he grits out, hopping on one foot as he removes his socks. "You were right."
"That's new," Henry muses, folding his book in his lap. "What was I right about?"
"Pineapple," Alex says tightly. "It's definitely the best fruit on the fruit platter."
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se-07spaceoreos · 10 months
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For the title game; spare parts.
I had multiple ideas but I’ll share this one;
WARNINGS: alludes to graphic content, red room mentioned
I would make this a Natasha x reader fic where they were both part of the red room and reader was Natasha’s “Bio match” meaning that if Natasha ever lost too much blood on a mission they would use reader to resupply her with blood, if Natasha lost a kidney, they’d take one of readers, etc. Luckily Natasha was just that good at her assignments that the “extreme” never happened. But because of how the system would work reader would make friends that had the same job as her, for example; Yelena would have one, and anyone else who was an “active widow” and who met the requirements of being a widow. If they did not meet the requirements they would be labeled as inadequate for the field and hence forth the system would try to match them up to someone in case their body parts where ever needed.
So over the years reader had to see her friends/comrades die in order to save someone else, sometimes it would be a false effort as the red room found the active widows more valuable than the ones who where “spare parts” . Natasha had to weigh her options on if she wanted to be selfish or not, or if she wanted to save someone or let them die. Because even if she came out of the debris more than half dead, the red room would have taken her and used R to keep her alive even if that meant you dying.
Now of course some stuff would have to be non canon like they could make a serum from your bone marrow that could be an easy fix for bone breaks, etc.
Anyways with how this relationship would work, R and Natasha would end up getting close, because as much as they hate what they do they don’t hate one another, although apprehensive at first they got closer as the years went on. R took notice of what Natasha had to lose to save her, Natasha took notice of what R had to go through. Of course the romance/relationship would be complicated (to a point) if they ever made it that far.
And what would make it even more complicated would be that it was Natasha’s “mother”, Melina. Who suggested that the program for “Bio matching” even be a thing.
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elizmanderson · 8 months
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(For the ask game)
I've heard you mention 'Remarkable Retirement' a few times. And I NEED more information so I can propperly obsess.
Thanks:)
SO GLAD YOU ASKED
first of all, obligatory plug because The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher is out now in hardcover, paperback, and ebook, with an audiobook pending! you can find tbr and buy links (plus fun stuff like a "which character are you" quiz) at my linktree.
(I also have a shiny new website if you prefer a traditional website format or if that's more accessible to you)
okay anyway
the inspiration is exactly what you'd think it was
for anyone who doesn't know yet, the book was inspired by this post that I saw on tumblr years ago when I had my original account
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...except it's not a series, she's 83, and she had one cat in the first draft who got cut because I simply cannot keep track of characters' pets, rip Mittens
here's a plot summary
which I c/p'ed from Goodreads just now, but I wrote this summary myself except for the lovely blurb from SJ Whitby at the bottom
You're never too old for adventure.
When you’re a geriatric armed with nothing but gumption and knitting needles, stopping a sorcerer from wiping out an entire dragon-fighting organization is a tall order. No one understands why 83-year-old Edna Fisher is the Chosen One, destined to save the Knights from a dragon-riding sorcerer bent on their destruction. After all, Edna has never handled a magical weapon, faced down a dragon, or cast a spell. And everyone knows the Council of Wizards always chooses a teenager—like the vengeful girl ready to snatch Edna’s destiny from under her nose.
Still, Edna leaps at the chance to leave the nursing home. With her son long dead in the Knights’ service, she’s determined to save dragon-fighters like him and to ensure other mothers don’t suffer the same loss she did. But as Edna learns about the abuse in the ranks and the sorcerer’s history as a Knight, she questions if it’s really the sorcerer that needs stopping—or the Knights she’s trying to save.
“Beyond the utterly charming premise of this wonderful book, you will find dazzling wit, a cast of delightful characters, and a plot that will sweep you away. At heart, this is a love story, but one that shows the depth and complexity of love in all its permutations. But my very favourite thing about this book is how it makes me believe in a kinder, better world.” - SJ Whitby, author of the Cute Mutants series
no-context spoilers aka random shit in the book that I like to mention now and then for funsies
handkerchief magic
a largely useless wizard
"I'm fine" [but she was not fine]
"snickerdoodles"
"we're not flying right into a SHITLOAD OF DRAGONS" (I have a temporary tattoo and stickers with this quote on it lmao it's a fave)
a dragon who thinks he's a lap dog
a dragon who hoards flowers
an extremely self-indulgent kiss-on-the-beach scene
a Soft Old Man™
maybe she's born with it, maybe it's PTSD
idk I'm bad at giving info without a specific question
I could literally talk about this book (or,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,anything I'm writing) all day, but I never know where to start or where to stop when I lack a specific question lmao. so if you have more questions or new questions or questions about anything listed here, please let me know what they are so I can answer them better!
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Fic titles:
Once More For the Cheap Seats
Fools Rush In
😘
Um so.... that first one got away from me biiiig time XD XD XD here's your stories:
Once More For the Cheap Seats
(This one went waaaaay off the rails XD)
Romance/Drama, Mexican-American War/Circus AU, Janeway/Chakotay, Tom/Belanna, Past Paris/Janeway. CW: War, abuse, non-con, 1840s US racism/sexism
Tom Paris and Kathryn Janeway were two foolish teenagers in love when they ran away from disapproving and controlling fathers and were recruited int Kashyk's traveling circus. But what seemed a lucky break has turned since to exploitation and misery. Janeway's ballet training is pushed to the limits at nightly shows on the high wire while Tom spends his days wrangling the horses and his nights doing perilous fire juggling routines. Dreams and Teen Romance have long been worn to dust by the daily needs of survival.
After a show down on the border for US Troops, Janeway begins to notice a familiar face appearing nightly in same section of the cheap seats. Rumors spread through the large circus company that an army deserter and an escaped POW are following the circus, using their large company and entourage to hide. So far he's escaped discovery, but for some reason he cant seem to help attending every night, revealing his face only when shes peering down at him from the high wire.
Along the road, Janeway meets the deserter, Chakotay, and the POW he rescued, A woman named B'Elanna who disguised herself as a man in order to join the fighting. Together with Tom, she promises to keep their presence secret. The four of them help each other to survive along the road. And when nearby fighting forces the circus to head north, Chakotay comes to Kathryn with a dangerous proposal. To take a chance and run away with them. A chance at an escape she's long ago stopped dreaming of. Can the four of them make it south to freedom, or will Kashyk, and the front lines, be the end of the road?
Fools Rush In
Character Studies, ST (Various). Janeway, Kirk, Spock, Seven, Chakotay, Dal, Tuvok, anyone else who fits the bill.
A series of vignettes about various Star Trek characters with a penchant for daring decision making defending their choices to critical review boards. Fools, the review boards insist for rushing onto trouble. But is it foolishness or keen insight and the guts to see it through.
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mppmaraudergirl · 1 year
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Bonus to my last ask, this title has a movie poster to go with it. (Feel free to use it or ignore it)
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gahhh snitch! your other ask disappeared.
I loveee this title omg (one might even say more than I should — bah dum tss). This should be a story all about pining, let's be honest with ourselves.
Canon divergent. Lily has been working at Sleekeazy for a decade. She's primed to get promoted to the top of the research team and is dating a pretty cool dude to boot. Everything looks great until her boss's idiot son comes back from an international Quidditch playing career cut short and is being primed to take over the company. What's worse is she knows this idiot son because he's also the first boy she ever loved—and he never even knew it. Now his return to her life threatens to upend everything she's been working toward.
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Fic Title Ask
We Know Not What We May Be
A re-Ascended Daniel comes across Replicator Carter while she is still with Fifth, trying to prevent her from becoming what Fifth has made her. Since she cannot do anything to harm him, she listens to him. Daniel urges her to become someone other than what Sam and Fifth would have made her. She is frightened by the possibility, because from the first moment of her existence, she has been told what she is, not what she could be.
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petitmonde · 9 months
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Sashnetra and Adore You for the drabble asks?
Adore You (Sashnetra)
Sasha poked Anetra's cheek gently to catch her attention, flashing a warm smile when she caught the shimmer in her eyes.
"Hello, long time no see," Sasha enunciated clearly, giving Anetra enough context clues as to what she was saying. Without her trusty notepad, Sasha had to resort to simple sentences and signs she wasn't entirely sure of.
The quick movement of Anetra's lips were her response, barely audible unless you were listening for it, with a squeeze of her hands to show that Anetra appreciated her presence.
Outside the learning centre, life busied itself around them. People hurrying to classes, a last-minute scurry before the afternoon began.
"Of course I came. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Anetra's hand hadn't let go of Sasha's, it was clinging onto it as if she would dissappear if she let go. Anetra didn't have many people in her life anymore, not since the accident, and the few people she did have left weren't around much. But not Sasha. Sasha wanted to be there for her throughout her journey of finding a new place on the world without sound.
Kindness didn't cost a thing, and the reward was beyond measure. Anetra cried in her arms when she told her that she would be going to the same lessons she was.
"Let's go find the room." Sasha tugged on Anetra's sleeve, urging her to follow.
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inexplicablymine · 5 months
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Thank you to @kiwiana-writes @daisymae-12 and @sherryvalli for the tags and @myheartalivewrites @celaestis1 and some above repeats for last Sunday, I am notably behind ;)
To Infinity and Beyond
Today (and rest of week etc etc) we are going to play a WIP ask game (inspired by @kiwiana-writes) ask box is open, you can give me a number for a fic below and a question to go with it. If you ask I’ll try my best to answer, do your worst ;)
1. The Ties That Bond Us
2. The FirstPrince Files
3. Super Six and the Siren’s Call
4. Halloween Huh
5. Looking For Orion
6. Balls to the Wall
7. Fifteen Hours Till Forever
8. Watermelon Sugar
10. Mr. Massage
11. Mr. Party Hardy
12. Mr. Move It Move It
13. S.M.U.T.
14. No Laughing Matter
15. Sweater Weather
16. Ground(s) Up
17. Delilah
18. Minty Fresh
19. Beast I’m an Animal
20. Mind Over Matter
This is not an exhaustive list by any means ~ but the titles that I have docs for that I can come up with right off the top of my head :)))))
It’s already Thursday in most parts of the world so please please share a snippet if you want and tag me because I want to read!!!!
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vhagars-dementia · 11 months
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<<In a week>> with the best man to ever man, cregan stark:) what a fun concept though! You got to have an insane creativity for this.
The best man to ever man indeed, in fact the only man to ever actually man 😂😭 thank you for sending this in! I was extremely bored at work!
Also this one evolved some dialogue and now its a fic 🤡
In A Week
In which you manage to give yourself food poisoning ("the cake smelled fine i swear!"), offended a lord by falling asleep while he was speaking to your lord husband ("he truly was a boring storyteller") and almost burn the whole place down for attempting to cook rice in the middle of the night (okay you had no explanation for this random craving) all in one week. Cregan sighs, watching the you take the tea for your upset stomach, as the maester fusses around you and take your pulse. His body language alerts your husband when the maester moves to feel your pulse on your neck, comparing it to the pulse of your wrist. "Is everything alright?" Cregan adjusts his stance from the side of the bed.
"I think I can feel two pulses, my lord..." The maester answers.
"Yeah, because your feeling my neck and my wrist at the same time!" You jest, earning a stern callout from your husband. "What?" You roll your eyes.
"How long has it been since your monthly moon, my lady?" The maester asks.
Oh. That does explain a lot of things going on this week. Cregan answers the maester, giving him an estimate of about two months ago. The maester confirms it, congratulates you and leaves the two of you to talk.
Cregan is already smiling widely and dives into bed with you, pulling you closer.
"I told you the cake smelled fine! I didn't give myself food poisoning!" You finally recover from your thoughts.
"Aye, you're still banned from the kitchens." He kisses your forehead.
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cyrwrites · 1 year
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"Raindrops Feel Like Dirt And Roses" for the title game
I can think of a hurt/comfort premise.
Ever since he came back, Jason can't stand the scent of mud and roses. There were a lot of flowers when he surged from his grave and he may have choked on most of them on his way out. He may have also spent a lot of time struggling to clear his airways after he was above ground.
(The rain of that particular storm may have peppered Jason with coldness, making him flinch every time water and dirt got inside his injuries, but it never took away the mud clinging to his skin.)
Red Hood's helmet helped, since he felt disconnected from rain when he was wearing it. Nothing could reach him while he was inside it, because the tech would filter out most of the scents that would normally bother him. His vigilante get up sealed away his body to another place, somewhere safe, where the earth wouldn't touch him.
His family didn't understand why he would always hide behind his Red Hood persona... but Roy and Kori certainly did. They also understood his eagerness for adventure - away, in space, with them - and never denied him the chance to see the stars for himself.
He loved them. He really did, his little group of Outlaws.
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welcometololaland · 7 months
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okay but hear me out...what if i just turned all those title asks into snippets. what if i did that? what if i wrote a whole ass fic? i think i could comfortably say that it's the fandom's fault. gonna blame all of you <3
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se-07spaceoreos · 10 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/se-07spaceoreos/719435539074416640/anyone-got-anything?source=share
Midnight hour
Oooooo
I would make this one a Wanda x reader story where they are in a relationship. Sometime along the line reader takes notice that Wanda leaves at weird hours at night, at first suspicion was let go because it was the beginning of your relationship, but now it’s starting to nag you. So you follow her, this time it’s midnight .
Long story short you come to find out that you’re something/someone that amplifies Wanda’s magic, magic that she’s trying to use to find her family.
Arguments are had, hearts are cracked, terms are met.
And at the end of the day, Midnight became Wanda’s most dredded hour, because she lost everything while trying to gain something, while trying to cope. And for you? Midnight just became a memory filled with truth.
(If you wanna play)
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elizmanderson · 7 months
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Hi, here's my attempt at a specific question(s) for 'Remarkable Retirement"
Does Edna ever get a cat?
What was the writing process like, do you have a favorite scene?
How fantasy-esque versus modern-day esque is Remarkable Retirement?
Also also
"a dragon who hoards flowers"
more info on this one. I love this one.
I'll try to get the book whenever I'm able, it seems really interesting
<3
ahhhhhhhhh excellent. sweet sweet questions. let's talk about Remarkable Retirement!
Does Edna ever get a cat?
not in the published book! originally she adopted a stray who lived outside the nursing home and brought him partway on her adventure with him, but then he got cut because I am terrible at keeping track of characters' pets.
it is actually canonical that she's had a cat at some point, bc when she has to name something for Magical Purposes, we learn she's bad at naming things. she once adopted a stray cat and called it Kitty.
(in one draft it's stated that her son's father named their son for this reason lmao but I don't think that line survived)
What was the writing process like? Do you have a favorite scene?
part one of this question:
long and chaotic lmao. I wrote the first draft as part of a last-man-standing-style writing challenge in which I had to write at least 1000 words/week by the weekly deadline or drop out.
I made it all the way to the end for a grand total of 72 weeks. the last several weeks, the creator upped the word count each week (from 1000 to 1500 to 8,000 to 12,000 to 20,000) to pressure the last of us left standing to drop out so they could start the next round.
it was unsuccessful, as two of us not only reached but smashed right through the 20k goal of week 72 and were declared joint winners lmao. I wrote 32k that week and finished the draft at about 160,000 words.
I leaned heavily into pantsing for the first draft: I knew a few major plot points going into the first draft but otherwise figured most of the story out each week as I wrote more of it.
for subsequent drafts, which were revised over the next two years, I did considerably more planning. but still plenty of angst lol, especially since 160,000 is pretty chonky and the first draft needed some major restructuring. I think there were three major rounds of revisions total before I started querying.
(queried for two years, got lots of "love this but it's not marketable," and finally published with a small press that said "love this and we want to publish it." although I do have an agent now! but I got my agent with a different manuscript.)
part two of this question:
I do love a major plot twist and spent most of my first draft looking forward to writing it. but I think my favorite scene is probably the soft moment in the hospital between Edna and Amir. they're just *anime fist clench* so soft together.
plus it includes Amir calling Edna "Edna" instead of "Mrs. Fisher" for the first time, and I am a slut for a good name thing.
How fantasy-esque vs. modern-day-esque is Remarkable Retirement?
Remarkable Retirement leans heavily modern day, but magic exists and everyone knows about it. so the setting is modern and the characters travel to some real places, like Detroit and my hometown and California, and there are real-world things like nursing homes and cell phones.
but then you've got a part of the U.S. military that deals with dragons because there are dragons, and you've got a council of wizards that's mostly useless, and some of the nursing homes (not Edna's) are magical homes, and you can magically enhance your cell phone (but not iPhones because Apple doesn't let you do that).
so like. it's set in more-or-less the modern-day U.S. (minus the pandemic, which hadn't started yet when I wrote the book), but the fantasy elements exist openly alongside all the real-world stuff.
More info about the dragon who hoards flowers
his name is Basil and I love him very much
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For the title ask game :D
+ At All Costs
+ Like a Snake Through the Tube
+ Horizon Lines
At All Costs
Dark Angst!Hurt/Comfort, ST:VOY, Janeway/Chakotay, Janeway/Tuvok, Janeway/Hologram!Seska, Technically Janeway/Teero, Side of Janeway and whatever other pairing arises from these fucked up circumstances. CW: Rape, Dub-con, mind rape, torture, etc.
Tuvok is unable to break free of Teero's brainwashing and the mind-controlled Maquis maintain control of the ship. the Doctor needs time to find a means to reverse the mind control. In the meantime, Janeway is forced to work with Captain Teero!Chakotay making deals to secure the safety of her crew and keep him from using Voyager to commit violence on unsuspecting Delta Quadrant ships, no matter the cost to herself.
Like a Snake Through a Tube
Angst/Suspense, ST:VOY, Tuvok & Seven, CW: Claustrophobia:
Tuvok and Seven are captured on an away mission by traffickers and forced to work in a dilithium mine deep under ground. They team up with a prisoner who has made a previous escape attempt who can guide them through a series of caves. Dangers lurk: Dead ends, unstable caverns, bad air and flooded tunnels lay between them and freedom. And Seven is not doing well alone with her thoughts in the confined space. After their guide perishes though, Seven's occular implant is their only means of navigating the labrinth to safety.
Horizontal Lines
I came up with two for this...
EITHER: Adventure/Suspense, ST:VOY, Tom/Seven/Belanna (probably)
Voyager's computer is severly crippled by hostile forces. Relying on Tom's love of old maps, Seven's computational skills, and Janeway's Da Vinci program, they must chart Voyager out of hostile space using only the horizontal lines on their own hand-drawn maps. And Tom must fly the ship with only his eyes and his hands to steer them.
OR: PWP S:VOY Janeway/Tuvok/Chakotay/T'Pel
Kinky series of vingettes about the lines pleasure leaves on the body: body paint, rope bondage, whipping, fireplay etc.
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