Dragon Quill

I believe this is all the ficlets. Tell me if I missed anything!

Also, for anyone not done wallowing in hate, here’s some more raging at Butcher for your enjoyment.

And we’re done!

So, I said at the beginning that I’d do the final novel of the first Exalted trilogy to punish you all for voting for it, and I think amply demonstrated why. But! New pokemon game’s coming out.

Instead, I think I’m going to just do comics and random things and maybe some Korra, then new game for a bit. Or maybe it’ll just be Reconstruction posts to finish that out, we’ll find out! January will be pokemon fanfic and rage, in accordance with the prophesy.

After all that, we’ll do what the poll says. Which is currently more Dresden, which I take to mean you guys really, really want to hear the ending of Exalted’s +1 sword saga. (more…)

Continuing with this finally. Sorry for the delay. (more…)

The book really is totally fixable, probably because it’s structured so the plot is doing most of the heavy lifting. Just replace Misogynist Character Quirk with Non-Misogynist Character Quirk and fill in some plotholes. (more…)

Final chapter! And no, I still don’t know what’s up with 27 chapters popping up all the time.

Morgan’s face was over mine, and I realized he’d been giving me CPR. Eww.

Harry really needs to have one of those wrist bracelets: Allergic to non-hot-chick CPR, may provoke fatal attack of no homo.

“I did what I could,” Morgan said, “but there were no hot chicks around and I had to respect his wishes. Let us take consolation in the fact he died as he lived: stupidly.” (more…)

Last time, Harry finally bothers to confront the guy he was hired to find at the start of the book. (more…)

So hey guys. We are nearing the end of this terrible thing, and you’ve produced foefic and not all of you want to post it yourselves for some mysterious reason. Roarke’s said to post theirs, so I’d like to extend that offer to the rest of the snippets – stick them together in a mass of gay and evil and/or incompetent Harry, credited to you by name or as anonymous not wanting to admit their shameful fanficing. Comment if you approve of us polluting the fandom together. It’ll be on AO3, so I can add your name when you change your mind and accept you fanficced and are now a fanficcer forever and ever and ever and want your deserved credits.

And of course, anyone else who’s already posted should mention it about now so we can all kudos you.

Back to the thing I’m slogging through,

The Sight of Victor’s lake house will always be with me. It was an abomination.

Harry’s still on about this, and he’s still being boring as fuck about it. (more…)

Last time, the storm has arrived and yet Harry is still not dead. (more…)

So the reason this is so late is because it’s a terrible chapter, I wrote it up twice, lost it both times, and needed a good sulk at the world’s unfairness before I could get back to it.

When last we left Our Hero, he’d crushed a giant magic undead scorpion and I was explaining how crushed is still usable, go scrape up some scorpion chunks for your spell. (more…)

So last time, Harry, having insisted that he had to lie to everyone because no one could help has this flaw backfire…on Murphy.

Harry, being all white knighty, is now rushing back to his office so he can rescue her from something that wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t decided to pick every last asshole response in the dialogue tree.

Point is, Murphy has been damseled good. (more…)

Last time, Harry decided everything was a woman’s fault and forced his way into her home. (more…)

Harry takes a cab to his client’s house. You know, for someone whose magic supposedly wrecks cars, he’s sure riding in a lot of them without issue. You’d think every cabbie would have his photo with DO NOT PICK UP THIS MAN scrawled over it. Or a sketch, if photos don’t work either. (more…)

So last time I talked about magic in a world that’s otherwise ours, and how it’s extremely difficult to make work. Today I’ll tackle a similarly difficult thing:

“It’s not that the book is sexist, it’s just the character is.” (more…)

Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn’t coming back?
That’s what it felt like, walking out of the Varsity, walking out into the rain.

Yes, this is over the hair, not the actual people who are actually dead. (more…)

Last time, Harry is terrible.

Today, Harry continues to make it all about him.

my thoughts and emotions a far more furious thunderstorm than the one now rolling away from the city, out over the vastness of the lake
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I had lost Murphy’s trust. It didn’t matter that I had done what I had to protect both her and myself.
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And I wasn’t sure that, even if I found the person or persons responsible, even if I worked out how to bring them down, even if I did Murphy’s job for her, that what had happened between us could ever be smoothed over

Yes, Harry, even if [you] did Murphy’s job for her she’s probably not going to be happy, because she doesn’t want you to do her job for her in the first place so that’s just going to piss her off even further. (more…)