For a moment, the pain distracted Remus from what he was seeing.He’d opened wounds by pulling the blood soaked cloth from were it was covering them. After a few deep breaths through his teeth, his vision cleared and he saw what was before him. More of the dollhouse stage, this time a castle with a train track before it. Around the track were a collection of puppets, the cat, an owl, a king and a older lady with reddened cheeks and nose who sounded very putt out.
“This is highly irregular, King Friday!”
“I daresay I agree,” said the white haired, crowned puppet. “But the man needs help, medical attention.”
“But there’s all that blood,” said the owl. “We’re not equipped with the tools he needs.”
“And how did he get here? Meow, meow.”
That was a good question, Remus thought. He looked around, but couldn’t see any way that non-puppet sized human-type people could come and go. Surely, this wasn’t all there was to the town. Surely there were others like him… sort of? There had to be, he reasoned. If they’d never seen a human before, his being there would upset them much more than his injuries did.
Just when he was thinking that, a woman appeared. A young, beautiful woman.
“Oh, Lady Aberlin, thank goodness!” The King exclaimed.
They all began to talk excitedly at once and she had just raised her hand in an attempt to get them to stop, when she saw Remus.
She covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh dear.”
She came to him. “Are you okay.”
“Not even a little bit.”
“How did you get here?”
He shrugged, then winced. “I don’t know.”
“What happened to you?”
“Werewolf.”
“A werewolf did this?” she asked.
Well, that’s not untrue, Remus thought. “Wait, you believe in werewolves?”
“Of course. In the Neighborhood of Make Believe, we believe in everything.”
“The… Neighborhood of what now?”
“The Neighborhood of Make Believe. That’s where you are.”
I finally finished another fic and got a line bingo on my genprompt_bingo card over the weekend.
And because no amount of bingo card is too much for me, I signed up for a fluffbingo card. It's a fairly new comm focused on stories with romance. And fluff, of course. Those who've read my stories know I'm usually angst plus angst and also angst, with very little fluff, so I figured this challenge would be good for pushing me out of my usual box. I have already started a fic for one of the prompts. I have a rough beginning and an idea of how I want to end it. Not sure if it's fluffy enough, since the canon automatically puts a couple of obstacles in the way. But here's the first (very rough) part:
From the same project alluded to in last week's post, but that seems to want to write itself out of any sort of chronological order:
A cloud of dust exploded in the distance, drawing Ladybug's attention. A large Nobody stood itself up, looking around for something before sailing up into the air and abruptly being slammed down again into the ground. As Ladybug swung closer, she could pick out Nora Césaire dodging, hopping and throwing punches that had a far stronger effect than Ladybug would have assumed.
She could feel a little heat in her cheeks as she watched Nora fight. Between Kagami's lethal grace and Nora's efficient flurries, Ladybug realized that it wasn't just Chat Noir she admired for their martial elegance.
"Gotcha!" Nora cried. Ladybug saw a flash of color surround Nora before she executed a series of punches so fast Ladybug saw afterimages of each move, culminating in an uppercut where Ladybug felt the rooftop underneath her flex slightly from the strike.
The shockwave from the punch knocked her and Chat Noir down but the Nobody (and several smaller Nobodies that had appeared close to Nora) poofed from the impact.
Nora clearly didn't need her help. She swung back toward her original destination.
That's what I like about these posts. It's a chance to get feedback on a WIP without the pressure of starting to formally post a story that's still I'm progress. :)
Back to the Riker fic this week. It's still a bit of a mess, but it's sort of coming together? Maybe? IDK.
"Not to make you work on your off hours, but do you think there's a reason why, when I have the entire planet more or less at my disposal, I keep ending up back Anchorage in November?"
Deanna was staring at something behind him. "Maybe you subconsciously feel like you have unfinished business here. Or maybe you're seeking the security and certainty of childhood in the face of an uncertain future."
Will turned around and followed her gaze to a sign advertising 'Death by Chocolate'. Deanna looked at him. "Do you need me?"
He grinned. "Go have fun."
He wandered for a while, tasting various flavors from the common to the bizarre, but sweets were Deanna's weakness, not his. He found his way to the edge of the room and sat down, ankle resting on his knee, watching the people. It was mostly humans milling around, and a few Andorians. They tended to make their way to the colder climates whenever they could. He tipped his head back and rested against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. There were flags hanging down. UFP. United Earth. The United States of America. The State of Alaska. He pictured concentric circles in his head, layers of belonging. Layers of the places called home.
He closed his eyes, and opened them again sensing Deanna sit down next to him with a heavy sigh.
"Are you okay?"
"Too much chocolate," Deanna said. She leaned her head on his arm. "You might need to carry me."
He laughed. "You didn't eat the happy hempy, did you?"
She wrinkled her nose. "I tried marijuana once and ended up in the hospital with a horrible rash. I am not interested in doing that again."
He absently ran his fingers through her hair. "Poor thing. I've never tried it."
"Have you ever used any psychoactive substances?"
"Ethanol," Riker said. "But I've only been drunk once. I hated it. It's one reason I prefer synthale. There's no risk of accidentally going too far. Nothing else, not on purpose anyway, unless you count caffeine. I don't like feeling out of control."
"I feel like we've had this conversation before," Deanna said, not opening her eyes.
"Probably," Will replied. He stood up and pulled her to her feet. "Come on Gelashar," he said, referencing the old Betazoid goddess of sweet things. "Let's get you back to the hotel before you pass out on me."
A little more of that Buffyverse wip I'm going to try and finish for wipbigbang
I went out onto my back porch, letting the breeze caress my perspiration-slick body, trying to give Amber Rose back to the night. Story of my life, really. When things go unbelievably bad, there's a woman involved. It's not their fault. I have nothing but respect for women. I think it's more a case of the sins of the father being visited on the son. Dad had no luck with women. After spending his youth whoring around, fathering who knows how many bastards and somehow avoiding syphilis, he got killed in an alley by, appropriately enough, a one-time syphilitic prostitute, dear old Mom.
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Date: 2019-03-22 02:48 pm (UTC)Ridiculous is always fun to write!
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Date: 2019-03-20 05:14 pm (UTC)And because no amount of bingo card is too much for me, I signed up for a
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Quantum Leap, Sam Beckett/Donna Elesee, Prequel, prompt: road trip
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Date: 2019-03-22 02:53 pm (UTC)I like it!
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Date: 2019-03-22 02:57 pm (UTC)And haha, Deanna and her chocolate addiction! ♥
LOVED!
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Date: 2019-03-21 04:44 am (UTC)I went out onto my back porch, letting the breeze caress my perspiration-slick body, trying to give Amber Rose back to the night. Story of my life, really. When things go unbelievably bad, there's a woman involved. It's not their fault. I have nothing but respect for women. I think it's more a case of the sins of the father being visited on the son. Dad had no luck with women. After spending his youth whoring around, fathering who knows how many bastards and somehow avoiding syphilis, he got killed in an alley by, appropriately enough, a one-time syphilitic prostitute, dear old Mom.
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Date: 2019-03-22 02:59 pm (UTC)More! More!
Good luck with Wip Big Bang!
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