Dragon Mom/Happily Ever After: Complications“Wait, so Miriam is the True Heir?” Princess Neffry said.Dragon Mom/Happily Ever After: Complications by *Sir-Talen
“So it would seem,” the dragon agreed. “Stolen from the previous queen’s beside after the birth of your father-in-law, kept Underhill where time passes more slowly, and released into the care of some not so loving foster parents.”
Neffry rubbing her nose, trying to think. “All right. So she’s the Queen, and the Sorceress. That’s never a good combination.”
“Can’t I be the Hero again, or maybe the Good Witch?” Miriam said, looking miserable.
“It’s all right dear,” the dragon said comfortingly. “No one thinks you’re evil.”
“Okay, so who stole Baby Miriam?” Neffry demanded. “It can’t be the King, he’d have to have been one Machiavellian infant.”
The dragon’s son raised a claw cautiously. “Mom?”
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 212 + 213“A contest for mad architects”365 Days of Drabbles, Day 212 + 213 by *Sir-Talen
Note: Yeah I said no fanfic requests. I reserve the right to be inconsistent.
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Third Annual Dono Vorrutyer Memorial Architecture Competition
“Aral, are you all right?” Cordelia asked with concern. Her husband the Lord Regent was standing in front of the model apartment building, one of two dozen on display in the University of Vorbarr Sultana's commencement hall, his head cocked at a sharp angle as he followed the spiral from the base of the building to the... she thought it might be a vertical launch tower at the top, but it was hard to tell.
“I think I've looked at too many of these,” he admitted. “This one almost makes sense.”
“I thought the art museum design with all the plumbing mounted outside was rather clever,” she noted.
“But not practical for maintenance purposes. The whole point behind Vorrutyer's designs was that while they might have been insane to an
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 210- + 211“A very nice person deliberately builds a fake reputation for evil. Why?”365 Days of Drabbles, Day 210- + 211 by *Sir-Talen
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Single room office the size of a penthouse, check. Painfully white interior and 60's era “modern” furniture, check. God's eye view of the city out of ceiling to floor windows, check.
The guy even had a honest-to-God Nehru jacket.
“You're not fooling anyone, y'know,” I said.
“Says the intrepid reporter,” he replied.
“I've seen your records. Crime is ten percent what it was three years ago. So's unemployment. The air is clean now. You could run for governor.”
“Do you know how much power I'd have to give up to become governor?”
“Ha. I used to watch Justice League, sorry, and you're no Lex Luthor.”
“Keep talking like that and you'll earn yourself a nice little 'vacation.'”
“Yeah, I've noticed how inconvenient people disappear from your organization, only to end up in dream jobs that keep them remarkably
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 208 + 209“An international convention of mad scientists”365 Days of Drabbles, Day 208 + 209 by *Sir-Talen
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“Igor! Hey buddy! Long time no see!”
“LAdy IrOnhAnd, it's gOOd to sEE you. HoW ArE thE kIds?”
“Oh, they're doing great, let me get you a drink.”
“ThAt WouLD bE mOst.... Harruumph! Ah, that clears the old throat. Thank you.”
“No worries. So where's Dr. Schematic?”
“In the Mind Transfer seminar. He's debating either possessing a new body or doing the old Brain in a Jar deal.”
“I know, it's just sad really. Where's Empress Nefaria?”
“Boss Lady is shmoozing at Know Your Nemesis in the Chesapeake Room. She's got Captain Paragon mind controlled right now and is showing him off.”
“Which explains why you're here. I'm sorry.”
“Don't sweat it. She'll be giving me a salary raise when he breaks free of it and starts trashing the base. Again.”
“Heh. That's what I admire abo