no more mister nice gaius!

B7 Drabbles

Fri, 21 Jun 2024 10:07:24 GMT

I'm still working on my WIPs, particularly in one that's at almost 7k right now, but when I'm not feeling very inspired I do 100 word prompts to keep writing. These are the ones I've written so far:

Ficlet, gen. Vila believes in superstition.

"Oh, now we've done it!"

"Done what?"

Tarrant turned on his heel and Dayna followed.

Vila gestured behind them. "Walked right under a ladder, you see?"

Dayna frowned at the ladder resting against the wall. "So?"

"What do you mean so? Don't you know it's bad luck? Surely you've heard!"

Tarrant chuckled. "Oh, please, Vila. Don't tell me you believe that nonsense."

"You haven't known him as long as I have," Avon said as he walked under the ladder as well, Soolin following close behind. "Otherwise you would know there are no limits to his stupidity."

Vila retraced his steps and lifted a finger. "This is supposed to remove the bad luck. Come on now, all of you."

Tarrant scoffed. "I don't think we can get worse luck if we tried."

"You're still alive," Avon said, glaring.

Vila shook his head. "Not for much longer!"

"Vila!" Dayna said, mildly amused.

Shaking his head, Vila moved away from the ladder, opting for walking down the old road instead. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

After his first three steps, Vila tripped on a rock and fell on his arse. As much as it hurt him, he was thankful—if he hadn't traced his way back under the ladder, he'd have fallen face-first!

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Drabble, rated E, Avon/Tarrant. Tarrant's enjoying some time alone for the first time in a week. Avon walks in.

"It's been a week, Tarrant."

Tarrant flushes angrily, a thin layer of sweat covering his heaving chest. "Perhaps that's nothing to you, but I'm young and I've got needs!"

Avon's eyes flick to Tarrant's hastily hidden erection. He arches his eyebrows. "Yes. I can see that."

Tarrant drags more of the blanket over himself. "Well, aren't you going to leave?"

Avon smirks. "Are you considering the alternative?"

Tarrant's grip falters. "Are you?"

Avon kneels and removes the blanket without resistance. "I may be old, Tarrant, but I'm not dead."

Gripping the firm thighs, Avon lowers his mouth, and Tarrant melts.

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WIP Wednesday

Wed, 08 May 2024 16:01:53 GMT

This is gonna sound messy, but it's how I write fanfic! These are all about the Fallout show, and I've hidden the spoilers, so be careful if you haven't watched it and plan to!

WIP 1: 802 words.

Post-S1 fic that follows the 3 main characters in their journeys. This is a bit ambitious ~~so I probably won't finish it~~. ( Spoilers for S1 )

WIP 2: 1370 words.

Ghoul/Lucy short fic. Basically, this is a smutty one where I'm writing the Ghoul as having some level of sexual dysfunction due to radiation.

WIP 3: 567 words.

Another Ghoul/Lucy fic. This one's also a smut fic, but in this case it's mostly humorous. It's based on a particular quest from Fallout: New Vegas, Nothin' But a Hound Dog. In that quest, you're asked to look for a new brain to replace Rex's, an old cyber-dog who will die otherwise. You're given different choices for a new dog brain, and each one gives Rex a different perk and kind of a different personality as well. So, as I was doing this quest in my new playthrough, I thought... What if the Ghoul from the Fallout show found a doctor who could do something about his irradiated, barely functional genitals? Yeah, I made this up too. We really don't know if that's a thing that happens, but I like having these headcanons.

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Three Weeks for Dreamwidth - Questionnaire #3

Sun, 28 Apr 2024 18:43:49 GMT

@3weeks4dreamwidth is celebrating Dreamwidth's anniversary!
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Guess who forgot to post yesterday! I started reading a novel and got too into it for my own good, so time flew by and then I had a D&D session and... Yeah, I forgot. Let's continue with the questionnaire for now:

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