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1. A group of people who hunt dangerous mythical creatures and find dangerous magical objects are hunting a vampire who runs a spa, because sparklepire inspiration.
   2. One of them is a newbie.
   3. The hunt ends not when one of the experienced hunters kills it with a stake, but when the newbie traps the vampire in a tanning machine.
   4. It (the story) ends with “Whoa, it worked.”, and an enraged “You didn’t know it would work?”

The precise definition of their relationship, whatever it was, had never factored into her pursuit of it. None of the words she could think of were quite correct by themselves, so she threw out correctness, shrugged, and said proudly, "We're f---ing. This here?" She ran a hand over her belly. "That guy." She nodded toward Derik. "First time! At least, I'm pretty sure it was the first time. He was all skittish for a while afterward, and Medical says the little sucker's definitely four months now." She stroked her bump fondly.

It's because the page is partially protected and you are just too shiny-new to edit it yet. I think the latency period is three days, so just give it some time, and the option should appear.

The reason for this, if anyone is wondering, is because we had a couple spates of non-Boarders adding a ton of fics in fandoms no one was interested in and cluttering up the list. The list is only really useful if what's being put there is stuff PPCers might actually want to spork.

~Neshomeh

Because I have so many that it’s really not worth making a new thread for each of them. I will probably make a new one at *some* point, though.

"I'm actually in disguise too," he said. "I usually don't have any hair at all. It would look really weird to you if I did, and to... basically anybody else."

1. I was inexplicably miffed that I couldn’t complain about your rudeness.
   2. Wait, no. I just feel the need to to focus the/my attention on something/someone else when I feel embarrassed.
   3. That’s depressing.

"Whoa," he said. "That isn't your actual hair, is it? Or do you mean you just haven't gotten used to it for tonight? It looks really cool, either way!"

"We were there, though," Charlotte said, not noticing Ix's shoulders hunching further. "I had a bit of a different face at the time, though—lost the vampirism, became human. Good stuff." She raised her eyebrows. "So you two are...?"

((She morphed in November last year, so she is indeed human here. :P

"K-9. I should have guessed," he said. "And Luxray manes seem pretty good to me! Of course, maybe I'm not the best person to ask. I'm still getting used to this, after all." He reached back and tugged on one of his violet locks.

"...if she was willing to hit your head over it," Sammy said with a wry grin.

"Agreed," Leonidas nodded. "Unless she communicated only in the Ork tongue."

Sammy blinked. "I don't get it."

"It's been said that Orks communicate mainly by grunting and hitting each other in the head for emphasis."

"Did...did you just make a joke?!"

Gall squinted at the pair. "Do we know you?" The one in the mask was no help, and the blonde was...

A blonde? And a mask? The penny dropped. "Waaaiiit, are you the ones who got Derik to make a total ass of himself last year?" She grinned as she said it. "Because if you were, don't get me wrong, that was hilarious apart from the sulking."

Derik, who'd been steadily making his way along the table, glanced up when the sound of his name caught his ear over the background noise of the room. He did not like the looks he was getting at all. He sidled further down the line of food.

(( Derik may not remember, but Gall does at least while it's in continuity. I realized this is probably Charlotte post-morph, though, right? ))

... I should probably do that.

"Oh, I wish," he sighed. "Pyroars have the best manes. Nah, I'm a Luxray. Well, normally." He pulled off his headband, flicking one of the K-9 ears. "Right now I'm a robot dog."

"Well, then, I guess that just means all of Gallifrey is important," he said.

Animus raised an eyebrow at the Aviator, wondering if she was taking his partner a bit more seriously than she should. He then wondered if he'd perhaps misheard about the additional strength of Gallifreyans, or if she was holding back with her partner. "So I had presumed," he murmured.

Dilx glanced at Animus - he knew these two? - before looking at Zeb. "You're a Pokémon?" he asked. "I thought you were just dressed up as a character who's a lion. But if not..." He thought for a moment, then guessed, "Pyroar?"

"So, what do you think?" The Cybertronian asked his companion. Several panels of grey-painted cardboard were strapped to the vending machine, giving him the vague appearance of a Gameboy. His human partner was wearing a blue coat with white fur trim along its hood and currently munching on a hot dog. He swallowed it and pulled down his skull mask.

"Yeah it ain't bad. How's mine?"

"You made that out of stuff you had lying around, at least I had to actually fabricate something."

"Perhaps, but being lazy is consistent with the character I am portraying, so there's really no bones about it."

The Cybertronian blinked a few times. "Did...you just...".

"Anyways." The human in the last minute costume started to head into the party. "There's no need for us to be a couple of lazy bones. We're gonna have a good time."

Not everything needs a new thread. I haven't done the math yet, but I'm pretty sure you have the majority of the threads on the front page at present. We like to be conservative about making new threads here: Every new thread you make buries something.

Just... slow down. See if there's already a thread that you can write under. Consider whether we really need to know something. If you've already posted a thred presently at the top of the board, consider hijacking that.

Having said that, this is something people should know, and definitely appropriate to make a thread about. However, I don't have the expertise to help out.

The Aviator nodded at Dilx. "And everyone has long names where I'm from."

"Earth," Zeb muttered under his breath.

The Aviator casually trod on his toes. "Gallifrey," she said. "Elanor and I are Time Lords."

"I'm just a Pokémon in disguise," Zeb said cheerfully. "Thumbs are much easier to eat candy with."

Have a gromril letter opener forged by my ancestors!
Seriously. I have too many of these things.

"I don't know many people with names as long as yours," he said. "But where I'm from, people with long names are usually important, so it's no wonder you're a princess."

"We also work for the Department of Mary Sues," Animus replied. "Within the department, it appears that, for the moment, at least, we have specialized ourselves in continua with a number of spin-offs, prequels, sequels, tabletop role-playing game editions, related games in general, and other such properties that borders on the maddening."

She held out her arms to him, clearly begging to be picked up. "Your name is pretty long! Not as long as mine, though!"

The Aviator inclined her head in turn to Animus. "And you," she said. "What department are you in? We're DMS."

He curtsied to Elanor - oh rays how did people manage to do this all the time without stepping on their dresses and tripping themselves. "An honor, Your Highness," he said, before turning to Zeb, accepting the offered hand. "And it's nice to meet you, Zeb! I'm Dilx'Sav'Te'Rin, although most people just call me Dilx, and this is my partner, Animus."

Animus gave both the Aviator and Zeb a cool, appraising look for a moment, then seemed satisfied. "Well met," he said, inclining his head slightly to them.

"Don't think we got your names, by the way," he said. "I'm Uncle Zeb—uh, Zeb. I'm Zeb. This is my partner, the Aviator—"

"'Sup?"

"—and her daughter."

Elanor curtseyed proudly. "Princess Elanorelisindrivar of Gallifrey!"

"Elanor is fine," the Aviator said quickly.

The pencil... uh, thing, and the “edit” in blue text seems to be missing from the Unclaimed Badfic part of the PPC wiki, or, at least it’s missing on my device. I’m not quite sure about other people’s devices.

If you’re curious, the badfic I meant to post is this: https://www.quotev.com/story/10722654/Forbidden
(Artemis, the Sue, is the first on into the Glade. Also, there’s an excessive amount of periods, and a flashback to a Trajeck Past, where you’ll see there is no punctuation inside the quotes.)

Oh, I just realized I don’t have anything to give you.

... well, here’s a song recommendation: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mEjba75a4vo
(Nothing You Can’t Do, by Rachel Rose Mitchell)

Take a story, and replace the characters’ names with the role they play in a scene, and then write a spoiler for that scene.
For example:
I can’t believe a Beloved Family Member of Protagonist dies, and it’s not even because of the Evil Organization.