Recent bullshit.

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The second one is actually the most cheerful, by and large, which is weird.

The Kanaya Maryam Has A Blog Fanfic:

The fourth entry in Tess Theramin's Illume series opens with the revelation that the events of the third entry, New York Times-bestseller A Reminiscence of Dr. Raheli Doomlocke, were a dream. It is my hope that in reporting this I do not injure the sensibilities of those personally offended by "spoilers," but I think that it needs to be gotten out of the way. Someone dreamed that last book. That is a thing that happened. Or, didn't happen, I guess.

The central question which The Dream Quest of a Known Quantity would like to ask is whose dream it was, and why some of the events of its predecessor, but not all, appear to be having an emotional effect on some, but not all, of the protagonists. The question that it actually asks is, "Why did Tess Theramin think that this was a good idea?"

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Sort of a sci-fi detective story with an amnesiac protagonist:

I wake up with no idea where I am. My head hurts.

I don't recognize this room. It's dirty, and there's a filthy sweet smell. I'm very thirsty.

I have the feeling I'm not supposed to be here. Something about the yellow color of the curtains. I don't know why the curtains specifically are bothering me, a lot of things are wrong here.

If you're going through someone's dresser, you do it with something over your hand. Just ordinary caution. And I'm ordinarily a cautious person. It's unusual for me to find myself in this sort of situation.

A woman's clothes, all in shades of brown and black. There's makeup on the dresser, a bottle of inexpensive mossy scent. I associate that scent with looking for someone and not being able to find them. It smells less like fear than it does like despair.

Doofusy Dark Lord story:

Princess Maukerbee of Subnormis's pretty decent at the Princess thing - she understands, like, taxes an diplomacy an that crap, which is supposed to be important for that sort a person. She don't go off an swordfight an she dresses appropriate, wearin mostly dresses and skirts unlike *some* princesses I could name. But she ain't any good at bein kidnapped by the evil villain, an that poses a problem in my personal opinion cause I don't like my princesses to be criticizin my ransom note's spellin.

"Look, please just let me edit this real fast before you send it off. I am going to get so much shit for being kidnapped by some asshole who can't figure out his terminal "g"s."

"Step off girl this don't even concern you."

"It's my ransom note, the hell it doesn't concern me. This's going to be embarrassing. And you are not going to get any money out of my dad if you send him that letter. He's not going to take you seriously."

I don't appreciate my kidnapped princesses insultin my intelligence given that it is basically immense.