Realm of the InterNutter

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After a series of unfortunate events I need to know where you can get a ballistic missile sanctified. Preferably with no questions asked. – RecklessPrudence

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Blemisch looked over the data again. The weapons of science had had little effect on the beast currently corralled in a crevasse. However, science had determined that certain materials with occult significance had had some impact.

Her team was not the Mythbusters - they were busy. However, certain Mythbuster fans were just as good.

If a little… bizarre.

“It had me in its grip,” reported Blaine. “I was trying to use my keys and it flinched and let go when the Sonic touched it.”

Shaniqua Blaine was a fervent Whovian who could not own more episodes of the show unless she flew to Ethiopia and fetched them herself[1]. If there wasn’t some Who-themed article on her person at any given time, then she was either possessed or deathly ill.

“And here was I thinking it was allergic to rabbit,” snarked Shelley, the token male. “Faith has got to be the key.”

“I didn’t do anything yet,” complained Faith Eddings, the team hacker.

“Not you, the belief-faith,” clarified Crystal Lackey. “If we could get someone who really Believes to bless… Idunno… a missile?”

And that was how Blemisch added a descendant of Van Helsing onto the team. You never know when you might need to bless a ballistic missile at short notice with no questions asked.

[1] True facts: They’ve found over one hundred previously lost episodes in Ethiopia. And it may even fill all the gaps.

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Since I know you got started writing DS9 stuff...

(please note, this does not _have_ to be Star Trek, use whatever fits)

Species 8472 could be reasoned with. They could be bargained with. And they sure as hell did not drive one insane with their mere presence,

The Medusans do.

You have to understand, the Federation has one of the ballsiest diplomatic corps in fiction. They’re the guys who have to walk up to Cthulhu and make friends. – RecklessPrudence

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There is a saying in Starfleet: There’

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Things that I'm pondering doing which I know I'll never have the time for:

  1. Participating in ROLT because it looks beautiful

  2. Posting a bunch of songs I want to see/hear SPG cover and the reasons why

  3. Finishing all my fucking fanfics

  4. Fanbot cosplay

  5. Running a drawblog (possibly in conjunction with #1)

  6. Take a makeup course (See #4)

  7. Learn a beautiful but useless skill

  8. Get my goddamn knees fixed

  9. Learn how to tapdance after #8

Of course, I’m like: DO ALL THE THINGS!!!!one!

But I know my time and my spoons are limited

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Challenge #00284: All Things Ridiculous and Human

Squashed Fly Biscuits - the round shortbread ones or garibaldis, whichever is more convenient.

Bonus points if someone is disappointed to find out they don’t contain real flies.

(all the bonus points ever if it involves T'reka, I’ve totally fallen in love with that story, but realistically whoever fits the prompt)

From the Journal of T'reka the Inquisitive:

With exposure, I have been picking up some of the human language. They understand that I am still learning and

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You overhear the strangest things from public-phone conversations sometimes...

“…well, sir, it was about, oh, a meter or so tall, looked kinda like if someone had stuck bat-ears, a big-lipped face, skinny arms and legs, a ratty wig, and, er, prominent female features on a big lima-bean of some sort and…  …No, no sir, I’m not drunk or drugged, I swear it.  As I clocked in and went to begin my shift, it - or she, I guess - was sloppily wandering around the central

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spacefeels: (full size image) more Treks whoo when Kirk told Chekov to put on a red shirt I was that one person in the theater who screamed...

spacefeels:

(full size image)

more Treks whoo

when Kirk told Chekov to put on a red shirt I was that one person in the theater who screamed “NOOO”

Lol, I watched that scene and, in a perfect Checkov impression, said,

“But thet’s certain death, Keptin…”

Alas, only my best-beloved heard, and busted a gut trying not to howl with laughter.

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Challenge #00282: The Kindness of Strangers

In the bottom of one of the many pockets of the bag, forgotten but apparently not for that long, was a slightly battered perfectly pink apple. It had been on many journeys, and was remarkably unscathed considering how easily apples usually succumb to bumping about in a bag full of other odds and ends.

There was a face on it. A happy face made of two small circles and a larger arc. Cut into the skin by someone else’s knife.

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