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The characters, the atmosphere, the carrion shift grinding everyone down… it's just excellent, and I'd love to see more stories set in this universe (but only if you want to write them, of course).

that looks like an amusing project.

I am actually quite familiar with this gem of a self-published badfic-that’s-original-fiction. Its wiki is... informative, as is Krimson Rogue’s review. And all the other reviews I’ve found.

I have been able to attain a digital copy for free; apparently the author uploaded it.

Interestingly, its website is no longer being updated as of a few weeks ago.

I’ve actually been thinking of writing a Theresa fanfic about a person who got one of the HALs later in the book.

—Ls

For those of you not in the know, Empress Theresa is a bad novel written by Norman Boutin; it's about the titular Theresa getting superpowers and being a "good Catholic girl" by wearing suggestive dresses and trying to seduce people. It's most well known for its author being thin-skinned and responding badly to any and all criticism he receives, as well as thinking that his book is a literary masterpiece that should be taught and analyzed in schools.

So my sibling got a copy of this absolute legend right here. The story is 463 pages long, was (surprisingly) proofread by a "Pierre Groussac," the back jacket reads "Read a jewel, thrill to the situations, learn from Theresa, and have a good time," and the cover… it's best if you looked up this book's cover and saw it for yourself.

Feel free to ask me any questions about the paperback edition of this… wonderful gem right here.

P.S. My sibling insists the book's cover is "not that bad."

Which can be found here.

--Ls

I told Ythakor about the dream.

"Hmm," he said. "The voice… probably Drakor. No one except himself knows what he's capable of. Apparently visiting dreams is one of them."

I also asked Mark about it.

"Well," he said, "Drakor, I heard, can read minds--they say that you can only block it if you have eaten a rock other than salt. He can also move solid objects with his mind, which sounds weird. And apparently he can visit people in their dreams."

I asked, "What does he look like? Has anyone seen him?"

"Let's see." Mark thought for a moment. "They say that Drakor is of immense proportions. He can squish you as easily as you would squish an ant. They also say that his scales are blacker than jet. No one knows what color his eyes are--they say that whoever looks at Drakor's eyes die instantly."

Great. I had made an enemy out of a dragon who had killer eyes. Hooray.

After a couple of days, Flareon had told us that she was going to ask us more questions in a couple of days.

That was when me and Ythakor hatched a daring escape plan.

Whenever we ate the venison, we cast the bones into a pile by the wall. Now the pile was rather large.

I discussed my escape plan to Ythakor--dig a tunnel behind the pile of bones, then slip away whenever we had a chance. In order to escape arousing suspicion, we would dig under cover of darkness, and the extra dirt would be scattered around the large pit--no one wouls notice.

We started digging as soon as the sun set. We dug a hole just wide enough so that we could fit, and our tunnel was slanted upwards a bit. When it got close to dawn, we got the dirt and scattered it around the pit, and covered up the entrance with the bones.

After that we took shifts working, me working from dusk to midnight, and Ythakor would work from midnight to dawn.

Eventually, Flareon asked me some more questions, and I answered with some lies. Mark continued to tell is things about dragons.

Several days later, the tunnel opened up in a location that I knew about--the Greenston Clearing. It wasn't that large, but it was close to the Omega Pack's secret entrance.

We planned our escape to be the next night.

I do have a passing interest in conlangs, to the point where I've started a Wings of Fire conlang project, but my sibling likes that stuff more. An interlang (think that's the word) based off emojis is intriguing, nullifying the need to create an alphabet that can be understood the world over, but how would such a language be pronounced? Not to mention having to memorize a wide variety of emojis along with their meanings, making this a logographic language…

Well, hello. I swear I'm still around on Discord and I lurk on the Board every now and then, but I haven't had a lot of motivation to write lately, so I felt like I didn't have much stuff of my own to share.

The thing I'm about to post is a short story I wrote a very long time ago (in 2021, I believe?) and for which I've been attempting to find an audience pretty much constantly since then. I'm definitely very proud of it, and the few people who have read it seem to like it too, so I figured I'd finally post it somewhere other than Wattpad, where the search algorithm works based on the Aztec moon calendar or something. I have a blog where I say things sometimes, and this isn't a plug for that, but for the story itself. It has lesbians, zombies, and some sad.

Warnings: violence, some mild body horror, swearing and implied BL2 (since this is about zombies). Read the story here if you are so inclined; it would mean a lot to me if folks checked it out, since it's one of my favorite things I've written.

Uh, yeah, no way Lavender wrote that, regardless of what the handwriting looks like. Oh no, I'd hate for Neville to be the next victim! Fred and George, being into reading? Feels a little weird, but then, they are all about flaunting rules and social norms, and if the Pureblood community is going to disown their family, why not partake in a little Muggle literature? Especially a story like 1984, all about surviving under oppressive systems? I kinda dig it, would book club with the Weasley twins. I enjoyed the scene in the Slytherin common room as well, hearing the spoiled kids' view on things. Even if they were dropping that m-slur left and right. Also, I can tell I've been reading this AU too long, because when Lockhart dropped that "even with hair as short as yours!" trash, I actually felt offended for Snape.

Okay, sorry, not much of a review this time, but that's because I got distracted this chapter by TOTALLY SOLVING THIS MYSTERY. I puzzled over the pieces, and I'm confident I've identified the attacker. I'm going to put it behind spoiler bars so I don't ruin it for anyone else. Lily, please don't confirm or deny, because I still want to be surprised once we reach the end of this year, but yeah. Here's my theory: Les spoiler

—doctorlit, being a sleuthy sort, for once

So, uh, a while I remember having a conversation with Huinesoron about trying to come up with an emoji-based language. Not much else was said, and that was about it.

Well, as it turns out, someone actually did that. It's a pretty interesting concept, so I thought I'd share.

--Ls

I came back two months ago to finish a mission. In the time since then I've finished a new interlude, which is SFW unlike everything else I've written for the PPC. However, the interlude is set immediately after my last mission which was highly NSFW, and as such the interlude includes references to incest, burn injuries, and Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics. The interlude sees my agents taking A Day to Heal after dealing with one of the Fire Emblem fandom's most infamous badfics. A big thank you to Linstar for beta reading this.

The interlude was honestly fun to write, as I haven't had a chance to focus on some of the more interesting aspects of my agents' backstories until now, especially Elena's glitch team. It's also nice to actually finish this since I started it in 2020. I'm also working on the next mission for these two, which is targeting a fic every bit as awful as the one they came from and will ensure that the agents needed this break.

Cute and fun, as always. I'm impressed with the variety of mysteries you've come up with for Daphne to solve in such a mundane, suburban environment. Even as simple and low-stakes as they are, I don't think I could have come up with so many ideas. Then again, being a work addict, my home is pretty much a room to store stuff and sleep in, so . . . I bet having an actual household with kids is a lot more active!

—doctorlit realized the sticks were arrows at the exact same time as Daphne

I'm glad it makes sense for him! He's slowly changing...

And I do have plans for Sirius, but you'll just have to wait and see what they are.

You managed to make Draco do something that would normally be OOC for him... and make it make perfectly sense! Kudos for that, and for the rest of the chapter!

I wonder' what you're preparing about Sirius...

it's a different tube of lip gloss. Cosmetics expire, y'know 🤣. But indeed he wears that as a "special" gesture.

I find romance stuff difficult to comment on, since I don't really understand it, but I actually enjoyed this quite a bit. I can't really pinpoint why, but there's just a vibe throughout that's really sweet and personable? I also like that Diamond acted so concerned about and supportive of Zara, even though Diamond was in love with her, and thought Zara was seeking someone else. Just very nice!

I also listened to "Diamant." Not the energy I'm used to hearing from Rammstein, but it's still a nice song!

—doctorlit, commenting on two romantic interludes this morning

I wasn't going to comment on this, since romance is pretty far out of my wheelhouse, but I actually really liked the detail at the end, that Kaguya had kept Momoka's gift all those years, and wore it out of respect for her. Very nice!

—doctorlit learned today that there's apparently a difference between lip gloss and lipstick!?

Because now that I'm involving a lot of stuff from Mai Dire Fine in The World Without Authors, a way to read what happened in the first story without wading through 94k words of a terrible italian roundrobin is definitely needed.

Link here.

Ol was hilarious. King Legolas and robot dragons, my.