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I'd say congrats to the biggest fans of Garashir getting their ship made canon

but Alexander Siddig and Andrew Robinson aren't on tumblr.

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Just an informal little gathering of sentiment from other people but has anyone else felt like their creative energy tanked into oblivion after USPOL did USPOL things? I'm trying to figure out if I'm just taking this way too damn hard.

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please let delly and otter have their reunion ):

sjs@dal 11.20.24

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Pirate show fanart🤺

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a guide on how to enjoy: LEAF 🍂

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I've been writing this fic under a sock since February and now I'm 16 chapters deep and I'm pretty proud of it tbh.

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Ship: Rhaenyra/Alicent (primarily), Daemon/Rhaenyra, V-shaped poly, other ships as tagged

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Whelp this did absolutely nothing to help my depression, existential dread, and general feeling of helplessness.

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We're having a completely normal one in the Discord tonight

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what a week huh?

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ily, menswear guy

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Amusing and distracting myself today by rubbernecking at the whiny crybabies on the AO3 news post: an absolutely excellent choice.

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When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.

This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.

She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grape’s skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.

“I mean, I could peel it for you, if that’s the problem.” She wasn’t sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as “scat!” or “oh fuck, that sure did just explode”, while others could hold entire conversations — if they deigned to interact.

This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. “Little monster is my prey, and you can’t have it. Found it first. Will devour it!”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. “But you know it’s a grape, right?”

This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.

Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.

The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldn’t be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.

“Horrible! Dirty!” The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcerer’s diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.

She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. “Oh, hold on, we mopped this morning.” She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.

“An outrage! Put me down!”

“Shh,” she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.

“Fuck pockets!” her pocket responded.

“Oh, you can curse. Wonderful.”

The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. “Am multitalented. Can also compose poetry.”

“Really? Can I hear some?”

“No. For dragon ears only.” It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.

She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.

In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. She’d set it down next to the fruit bowl.

“There you go. Food mountain.”

The dragon’s shock didn’t last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. “Food mountain!” It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.

She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. “But… cannot eat it all,” it observed after a while, crestfallen. “Human-sized. Big shame.”

“Don’t you have nest-mates who can help you with it?” she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure she’d found a loner.

“No nest. No mates. No nest-mates. You’re rude.” It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.

She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. “You seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.”

It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. “Yes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.” Bragging cheered it up a little.

“You mentioned. I can’t hear very well, anyway.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Actually, I’ve been looking for a helper.”

“An assistant,” it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. “An attendant. An aid.”

She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. “Yes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?”

It smiled craftily. “Would feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.”

“It could,” she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time she’d heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. “It certainly could. What’s your name?”

“Peep,” said Peep. “It is self-explanatory.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.

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"NO DWARVES IN MY FOREST 😡"

"Your wife is hot."

"...THIS ONE DWARF WITH IMPECCABLE TASTE CAN STAY"

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Ficlet, LeoJi, YOI

A little snippet of what was going to eventually be a road trip fic for Leo/Guang Hong, but then I got distracted by a dozen other things and fell out of fandom. Written for a the prompt "one-night stands"

They still hadn't talked about Beijing.

Leo tried really hard to tell himself that Beijing wasn't a mistake, that it hadn't screwed anything up and that they were still best friends. It was kind of hard to draw that firm conclusion about not screwing stuff up with neither of them were talking about it, though.

It was really hard to figure out whether he was mad about the fact that they wouldn't talk about Beijing when Guang Hong was asleep against the passenger side window, his face mashed against the glass, his nose wrinkling adorably when Leo hit a bump in the road that jostled him against the window.

Beijing had been everything Leo thought he wanted. Naked, freckled skin underneath his fingers. Pink lips against his own. Breathy little sounds into his ear. Feeling Guang Hong shake apart underneath him, his fingers wet with come.

Guang Hong snuffled against the window, shifted and sighed, curling around the other way in the passenger seat. Leo knew from experience that sleeping in a car wasn't the most comfortable thing. He still reached out and gently tipped Guang Hong's head back against the window so he wouldn't get a crick in his neck.

So they weren't talking about Beijing. Maybe before this trip was over they'd be not-talking about Flagstaff, Amarillo, Tulsa, St. Louis, Detroit. Leo could maybe learn to live with that.

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I had all four of my wisdom teeth yanked on the 25th and because I can't do anything that makes suction with my mouth (do not make me get the horny bonk) I was forced to quit vaping. This is a net good, but it also means my moods have been something like the she-beast from the black lagoon.

I also can't have any alcohol because I'm on NSAIDs.

I also can't smoke the *other* stuff because of the aforementioned problem.

I'm just going to be rawdogging Election Day 100% sober and with my full mental capacity. Send help. What the fuck. I hate it.

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I do have a small handful of microfics I wrote in response to some prompts over the past years if that's something anyone would be interested in. Exactly zero of them are for fandoms I've previously posted about on this blog though 😂