dulcimergecko
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Sunday Six!
“Billy? What are you doing?”
Sherlock jerked guiltily upright and away from the microscope he’d been using, mentally cursing himself for losing track of his surroundings. It was an amateur's mistake and one that could result in severe, (well, additional) head trauma if one wasn’t careful. “Molly! Hello!” he replied with forced cheerfulness. “Ahh…what brings you here?”
–Excerpt from the upcoming chapter 30 of ‘The Devil’s Blaze’
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Cool....
I never thought what started off as a tongue-in-cheek prompt fill would get such a following!
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Reblogging for the evening peeps!
Fic update!
Title: The Devil’s Blaze
Rating: E (eventually)
Relationship: Eventual Sherlock/John
Genre: Rodeo!lock AU! Casefic/Action/Adventure/Romance
Synopsis: Sherlock Holmes, the world’s only Consulting Equestrian Expert, is the individual called when horse owners are out of their depth. At the behest of his elder brother, Sherlock travels to Amarillo, Texas, to investigate why a valuable bucking stallion has seemingly gone berserk for no reason and killed his trainer. The local authorities suspect the owner fraud and possible animal abuse, but Mycroft sees parallels to an unsolved case from the 1980s wherein a racehorse killed a stableman. Complicating the situation is John Watson: bronco rider, rodeo veterinarian and one of case’s primary suspects…
Chapter 29 is UP!
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Fic update!
Title: The Devil’s Blaze
Rating: E (eventually)
Relationship: Eventual Sherlock/John
Genre: Rodeo!lock AU! Casefic/Action/Adventure/Romance
Synopsis: Sherlock Holmes, the world’s only Consulting Equestrian Expert, is the individual called when horse owners are out of their depth. At the behest of his elder brother, Sherlock travels to Amarillo, Texas, to investigate why a valuable bucking stallion has seemingly gone berserk for no reason and killed his trainer. The local authorities suspect the owner fraud and possible animal abuse, but Mycroft sees parallels to an unsolved case from the 1980s wherein a racehorse killed a stableman. Complicating the situation is John Watson: bronco rider, rodeo veterinarian and one of case’s primary suspects…
Chapter 29 is UP!
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I feel so called out...
there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago
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Humans are unstoppable...Until they aren’t.
I’m not the most eloquent writer, but I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured I’d put it out into the universe.
A lot of the basis for the “humans are space orcs” stuff is the idea that we’re pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that don’t kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress.
But that doesn’t make us unkillable, and even though we can survive debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least it’s probably quick.
So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- there’s a ton of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like, ‘welp, guess we’ll die then’. But then.
BUT THEN
They ask the human. Because everyone’s heard the stories - you’re basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still says ‘Yeah, I could fix it’. And the rest of the crew is like, ‘Whaaaaaa, it won’t kill you?’ and the human repeats “I can fix it” (which isn’t an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they send ‘em in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, they’re entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excited to get to the nearest station’s bar to tell their very own human story, cuz, ‘those crazy humans, amiright?’.
The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first it’s just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. They’ll be fine. Humans are always fine.
(Right?)
(…Wrong.)
- What is… help. Help!-
- ake up! You have t-
- been days. You need sleep, you-
- nother transfusion. We could-
- out of sedatives!-
A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.
‘Be careful with your humans’ it whispers. ‘Their strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they don’t do something they can’t come back from, because when a human dies… they die slowly.’
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Sunday Six(ish)!
“What the Hell? How did you get past–?”
“Irrelevant,” Sherlock replied, waving a dismissive hand.
“Not irrelevant! We’re talking about a potentially serious breach of department security!”
“Oh, please, Sherlock sneered. “If you were that concerned about security, somebody would have locked the door labeled ‘employees only.’ As it was, all I had to do was look like I knew where I was going.”
Donovan reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose between a thumb and forefinger and muttered something under breath that sounded like “Grandmother give me strength,” before raising her eyes to nail Sherlock. “Right. So why shouldn’t I just lock up you for trespassing?”
–Excerpt from the upcoming chapter 29 of ‘The Devil’s Blaze’
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Chapter is over 7000 words and I'm having great fun writing Donovan/Sherlock snarky banter.
In the AD club, writing, if anybody cares to come keep me company.
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In the AD club, writing, if anybody cares to come keep me company.
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Sunday Six delayed-
Hi Lovelies,
I appreciate all the love and support. Despite our best efforts to influence the universe, though, it wasn't enough. After having The Talk with the doctors and getting an extremely awful "best prognosis" my family made the painful decision to respect my father's living will and take him off life support on Friday. I'm...as okay as I can be (taking my meds, eating, sleeping, etc.), but very, very sad. Please know I treasure you all and I'll be back in a little bit after I have more time to grieve.
Love,
DG
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Sunday Six delayed-
Hi Lovelies,
I'm not sure what my writing is going to be like for a little while. My dad's taken a sudden and dramatic turn for the worse and things aren't looking good. Any karmatic juju, good vibes, prayers, sacrifices to the gods, lit candles, etc. would be much appreciated.
Thank you,
DG
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Dithering....
Do I post 2/3rds of the current chapter, or do I make people wait and finish the entire chapter? I need somebody to babble at...
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Sunday Six!(ish)
So personal update: my dad (finally!) got his lung transplant and I'm taking shifts like the rest of the immediate family. Sitting around on hospital floors is terrible for my hips (believe me, trying to sit in the chairs they provide is worse!) but it does give me hours of quiet time for writing!
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Later, back in his cabin, Sherlock gave into the urge to pace. “It makes no sense!” he growled to the room’s other occupant, only to receive a sleepy doggy yawn in reply. “There is a pattern here; there must be, but what is it?”
Spinning around Sherlock let his gaze fall on the mostly-unadorned walls. The cabin was made up of split logs–hardly the best surface to adhere items to, but beggars, choosers and all that. Sherlock sighed again. There was nothing else for it. He’d hoped to keep his evidence wall locked in his mind palace in the interest of preserving his cover–his cabin was cleaned weekly, after all–but the concussion was making it impossible for him to do so...
–Excerpt from the upcoming chapter 29 of ‘The Devil’s Blaze’
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Sunday Six(ish)
“The law of parsimony dictates that the strange smell and the traces of ash I recovered are due to the mysterious cigarette I found. That ties in with the traces of ash particles I found in Scotty’s nasal mucus, Straker’s autopsy, Melba Toastya’s necropsy, and the video evidence of Cream Soda. Why a strange smell, though? Tobacco is prevalent enough in this society that it is readily identifiable. Tobacco also hasn’t been reported to have an adverse effect on livestock. Something else, then, but what? Molly’s claim that marijuana smoke resembles nothing so much as a dead and decomposing skunk aside, what could the ash be comprised of?"
–Excerpt from the upcoming chapter 29 of ‘The Devil’s Blaze’
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Ok, I've seen this sentiment before, but the amount of Kindle Unlimited ads I've been seeing is forcing me to repeat it-
Kindle Unlimited is offering two free months of unlimited ebooks. As a trial. Which will then become a paid subscription.
Your local library is offering unlimited ebooks all the time. Forever. No contracts, no predatory practices, no tracking of how long you spend on each particular page in the hopes that information about your habits can be sold for a profit.
Use your library. They want so badly to give you all of the things for free.
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