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Challenge #01771-D310: Helper Dragon

This post: https://blue-shadow-fire-dragon.tumblr.com/post/139867120326/elfoftheforest-but-imagine-if-we-had-tiny -- TheDragonsFlame

Eldarol Vale, the sign read. Here there be dragons. And it was amusing since Elderol Vale was the Pet Dragon capital of the world. The best breeders came from Elderol Vale. The best breeds came from there. The most sincere and severe show judges grew up there, and knew what was good for the animals. In smaller print, the sign boasted, Zero rapes since the Year of the Eternally Staring Owl.

Dragons may be small, but they were good guardians of their owners. They could go from soppy, half-asleep pet to whirling ball of sharpened and angry pain in instants if they felt their owner was threatened. Maidens trained them to sit on their shoulders. Mothers kept them next to their babies. The anxious or the fearful had little to be afraid of with a dragon clinging lovingly to their body heat.

Legends tell of enormous dragons. Bigger than cities. Sleeping on hoards of gold or gems. But those were laughable. Everyone knew that dragons never got larger than a housecat. And they would guard anyone and anything they got attached to. They also came in handy for lighting fires. A dragon was second only to dogs as being mankind's best friend. They were also ideal for allergy sufferers, since they had no fur or dander. Something Faline was looking forward to.

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Another Thursday

Cleaning day has moved to today. All well and good because Friday mornings are now spent ferrying Mayhem to his traineeship.

I'm slightly concerned because he has assignments from two angles now and he's sitting around and playing Factorio. He should be planning. Budgetting his time. But no. He's focussed on fun.

The more I get on his case, the less inclined he is going to be to firkin do the thing. I just have to gently remind him that all projects

Challenge #01770-D309: One Aggravating Evening on a Space Station

Everyone’s translators break down at the worst possible moment. -- TheDragonsFlame

Someone had sabotaged the Universal Translator. Someone for whom the peace negotiations meant only trouble. Unfortunately, there were plenty of parties who could fit that particular motive.

The negotiations room on Deep Space Nine had become a tower of Babel. Bajoran, Cardassian, several Terran dialects, Ferengi and Vulcan and Breen. All at once. Dax knew Vulcan, Ferengi, and all of the Terran tongues, but there was only one other person

Doing... okay...

There's things I need to do. Like... make a doctor's appointment for my continuing mental health. And brave up and actually read the instructions for that blood test I ordered half a year ago. And brave up to send my manuscript out to another agent or three.

I am a fucking coward.

I know I'm going to procrastinate myself into a corner some day... I just gotta make myself do these things.

And I would much rather listen to the entirety of

Challenge #01769-D308: Like a Bad Smell

Imagine a race of Aliens who communicate through scent like humans communicate through body language. So when they run into us they're terrified of this species that likes to coat itself in the equivalent of 'Berserker Rage'. And when we DO stop wearing 'perfume/cologne' we're so 'blank' to them that they'd almost prefer the emotional screaming again. -- Anon Guest

They could communicate with dancing hands, and that was well and good. It wasn't until they attempted in-atmosphere communication that things

Little to Report

It's Melbourne Cup Day, and I shall likely not see my Beloved until later tomorrow. It's always a huge scramble at this time of year. And it's made worse by the fact that the site they routinely fix has decided that this morning is the perfect time to go on the fritz.

Hoo-fucking-ray.

I'm doing my usual nonsense, today. And probably cooking up a little something-something that won't take too much of my energies.

I'm sleeping better since I had a weekend

Challenge #01768-D307: The Endless Cycle

"I have heaps of stuff I use and need. I've even got them sorted and stored. So Why do I have to go back and buy stuff?" No matter what you do for a hobby this happens. -- Knitnan

There is an old saying: If you want to fill a space, get a hobby.

It doesn't matter what the hobby is, be it something big, like model building, or something relatively small, like handicrafts. Sooner or later... it happens. SABLE. Stash Above

Fun times ahead

Bills to pay, licenses to maintain. Food to procure and prepare. Cleaning the house. Writing the things. And a very distracting horde of plotbunnies clamouring in my head.

I am making myself finish a thing before I start off a new thing, though. Let the plots pickle a bit before I go chasing after a new idea. Chasing after plotbunnies leads only to ten thousand partial fictions and even more shinier ideas that will never get finished.

Not doing that noise again.

Challenge #01767-D306: The Double Feature Picture Show

Humans watch an alien horror movie featuring the humans as the monster -- TheDragonsFlame

The idea of genre is nothing new. The idea of Horror is something uniquely human that took off in various forms around Galactic Society. An entertainment designed to scare, but not scare badly. Or to be really bad at scaring, depending on your point of view. It was a means by which Havenworlders could toughen up their genes and join larger and larger areas of Galactic Society.

And

Still can't focus

I had the most luxurious slug-a-thon, yesterday. Just me, my lappy, and a whole bunch of napping in-between writing some of the most ridiculously loving sex scenes I have ever put into the digital medium.

It was fun for me.

I'm not so very tired, any more, but the inertia is strong in this one. I'd much rather be writing some more sappy love scenes than doing my work. Or lounging with my Beloved and catching up on Star Trek: Discovery.

Or

Challenge #01766-D305: The Dog in the Fight

So in the Human are the Space Orcs, it looks like we are on a level 3.5-4 Deathworld. This makes us fairly B.A.. However there are references to creatures from level six Deathworlds. What happens when they meet? Do humans feel threatened by them, are humans just the perfect mix of craziness and inability to die that the level six deathworlders are just scaredy cats, do they replace the humans, or have humans finally found an alien species they can

A whole lot of nothing planned

It's the weekend. And it's finally a day where nothing is expected of me. So that's exactly what I have planned.

A little story. A little self-shill. And then a whole bunch of lolling about and catching up with my rest.

And possibly finishing up one of the many epic fanfics I have lying about.

But first... I should really try to focus on my actual work for today. Sooner started. Sooner done. Sooner off and having fun.

I have one more

Challenge #01765-D304: A Lesson in There

Her awareness, for what was but a span of seconds at most to the outside world, now went beyond the borders of space and time. In those moments, gazing at once upon all the possible outcomes of the human race, she came to the realization of mankind's lethal flaw:

Not violence or hate as one might expect, but the deeper instigators behind those - Envy, Pride, and, surprisingly, Impatience.

As advanced and progressive as the human mind was on an individual or

Traineeship Day!

Mayhem is headed off for an entire day of learning and effort. And I woke up at 3AM again. Bleh.

I didn't do the tea or the white noise, but I now have a supply of St John's Wort that helped me get a better quality of rest for the rest I got.

Which is... good.

I have no plans for the weekend. So after I'm done with the story, I shall probably spend large portions of my time where I can

Challenge #01764-D303: The Human Enigma

An energy type weapon is designed to subdue the target without killing it : the wounds are small but painful, the beam cauterizes the wound and it's fairly quiet. It's a civilised weapon.

A powder propelled type weapon is designed to kill the target and scare its opponent : the wound can be huge, it bleed a lot, the sound is horrifying. It's a human weapon. -- Anon Guest

The argument against humanity joining Galactic Society went like this: Have you seen their weaponry

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Challenge #01771-D310: Helper Dragon

Another Thursday

Challenge #01770-D309: One Aggravating Evening on a Space Station

Doing... okay...

Challenge #01769-D308: Like a Bad Smell

Little to Report

Challenge #01768-D307: The Endless Cycle

Fun times ahead

Challenge #01767-D306: The Double Feature Picture Show

Still can't focus

Challenge #01766-D305: The Dog in the Fight

A whole lot of nothing planned

Challenge #01765-D304: A Lesson in There

Traineeship Day!

Challenge #01764-D303: The Human Enigma