Challenge #01369-C274: The Strongest of All
Based on one post in yesterday’s prompt, Humans in a fantasy realm as Team Fuck It Hold My Beer I Got This. Details here. – @recklessprudence
Elves can see as far as an eagle, and shoot the eyes out of a fly, if it suited their fancy. Humans invented telescopes, and microscopes, and crossbows, and cannons. And the Elves thought themselves lucky that the humans turned all that deadly enginuity towards each other, and not towards other species.
Dwarves are as tough as the stone they hew, sharper than the diamonds that they mine, with tempers hotter than the metal they smelt. But it was the humans who invented methods of detecting underground gasses, who invented means of draining water from the mines, and means of pumping clean air down into the dank depths. Many a Dwarven miner had been shocked and awed by mining into a human dig from the other side of a seam.
Only the Orcs, a race feared by many, could hold their own against the humans. Indeed, the Uruk'hai keep the humans busy with escalating methods of war. And yet, again and again, the humans beat them back through endless feats of enginuity.
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Challenge #01366-C271: Mahal’s Warrior
Dwarves and Gender Politics. Details here. – @recklessprudence
En had rather hoped to be over with this adventure by now. Certainly, the Grand City of Ghil had a need, but En was on his own timetable. Adventuring during the first trimester was generally dismissed as plausible but dangerous. And En hadn’t even known he was pregnant when the Admaster of Ghil had sent him and his party on this quest.
Transgender adventuring came with a unique set of risks. And since this adventure would finally pay for a magical swap of his nethers… there was little choice but to soldier on.
His thick padding hid a great deal of sins, but not enough. His friends and fellows were starting to laugh about En’s weight. En flinched at every ignorant joke about ‘the baby’, especially since he didn’t know how to feel about having it.
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Challenge #01364-C269: Here There Be Werewolves
Tidally-locked Lycanthropy Planet. Details here. – @recklessprudence
Rough seas, of course. Rounding the Cape to the trade winds inevitably involved rough seas. It took a good captain to deal with just that. But of course, things had to be trickier. Sailing the Cape had to be done in full daylight or not at all, because the Moon shone her full face on the southern hemisphere. Which left those dangerous lands populated entirely by werewolves.
And even with all these precautions, there was still a crewmate or two who found out that she had that peculiar gene. They could keep their wits - though barely - through their first change, if they had the help of the sun. And from there, they would become immigrants to the dangerous southern lands. Swapped for the few who could not or would not change under the moon’s staring influence.
Challenge #01356-C261: You Need More Tests
Diagnostician in a world similar to our own, but with one major difference. – @recklessprudence
[AN: I’m pretty sure I did one of this prompt for Undertale once upon a time… Gotta shake things up this time.]
Headline news had once been Magic Is Real!. But that was a long time ago. Cryptids, monsters, and assorted paradimensional beings came out of the woodwork. And humanity did what it did best - it bred with them. Which lead to some… interesting medical revelations.
Thanks to incubi, there was a vast amount of acceptance towards trans and genderfluid people. Some of whom could change their bodies at will.
Thanks to shapeshifters, the body police ran out of justifications for their atrocious behaviour.
Challenge #01354-C259: One Cheesy Dragon
This post, which lead to this art. Fic away! – @recklessprudence
Tara McCreedy looked down at the living sample. It stretched all six of its limbs and allowed its peculiar wings to flutter. “Okay,” she allowed. “I can see what it is, I just want to know why.”
“Er. This is more of a sketch,” the lead scientist of this lab wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. “See, I thought it might be cool to have dragon cheese from real dragons, um… so I started with a monotreme? Because they’re neither lizards nor mammals, but they give milk? Um. In succeeding generations, I’ll -uh- make it look more like a dragon… and make it milk-able.”
The creature dove into the water. Its wings gave it better speed and control underwater, but would not lift it an inch into the air.
Challenge #01350-C255: The Tale of Sir George (No, the Other One)
Who says a young dragonling can’t grow up to be a wonderful knight? – OohLookShiny
All things begin small, but for some, small is relative. For the hero George, it began with an egg the size of a shorn sheep, and a merciful hero turned blacksmith who honoured a monster’s dying wish.
I cannot change, the beast had said. My baby is not hatched. Raise them… to… be good.
Sir Menkhol had obeyed. He took the egg to his home and forge and kept it warm on the coals as he worked. And when the young dragon hatched, he called it George. Perhaps it was wrong to name a dragon after a dragon-slayer, but it was a good and honest name nonetheless.
Challenge #01347-C252: Could They Pick a Worse Team?
I am a ____ agent, I have a voice synthesiser in my throat. I can do any accent you can think of! Unfortunately I’ve lost the instructions at the moment… And my voice box is stuck on shop demonstration. – Anon Guest
“Héllo, Madarm. I am hére to see your studént Camila Rodriguéz.”
The school secretary looked at the badge, and the agent, and grew a very concerned look.
“Yés. I am a PINATA agént, I have a voice synthésisér in my throat. I can do any accént you can think of. Unfortunately I’ve lost the instructions at the momént… And my voice box is stuck on shop démonstration.” Agent #99 rolled hir eyes in frustration. “It is a véry popular démo.”
Challenge #01341-C246: Riders of the Apocollapse
The four Horsepersons of the Apocollapse(Not a typo), ride fourth and get in each other’s way. – @knitnan
[AN: It’s officially ‘apocollapse’ now. It’s a word that’s long needed to happen]
“And now… we… um…” said Absentmindedness. “Wossname. Thing. It was on the tip of my tongue…”
“Ride?” suggested Mislaying.
“YEEHAW,” Distraction gunned hir engine and raced off in the first direction that appealed to hir.
Two of the remaining three started their bikes.
“Shit,” said Mislaying. “I lost my keys, hang on.”
Challenge #01340-C245: The Coming Apocollapse
Want to see more of your Minor Horsepersons of the Apocollapse (No that isn’t a typo). Namely Absentmindedness, Clumsiness, Distraction, and Mislaying ride out. – Anon Guest.
[AN: Had to flip some letters around to make a word make sense]
“I know I had it, I had it just five seconds ago…” murmured Mislaying
“HEY GUYS,” yelled Distraction, “IT’S A BUTTERFLY AND IT’S REALLY COOL!”
“…whoops…” Something important shattered into a million pieces. Clumsiness blushed. “…um… fuck… shit… gotta get another one.”
Absentmindedness stood in the middle of the room, staring at infinity. “What was I doing? I came in here for a reason…”
There are reasons why there are four more popular horsemen. Famine, Pestilence, War, and Death can be relied upon to appear on time. Sometimes, they appear ahead of time. And nothing gets attention like a punctual anthropomorphic personification.
Challenge #01329-C234: Not-Bear
I’m not saying it’s bears, but it’s bears. (Details) – @recklessprudence
“And in other news, Australian zoologists have managed to capture the fabled Yowie. Down by the little outback town of Canyapassabeermate[1], a local dingo trapper found more than he bargained for in one of his cage traps.”
They cut to the live feed where the only person wearing corks on their hat was the American newscaster.
“G'day from down under,” she cheered, blatantly ignoring the winces of contact embarrassment from the surrounding Australians. “Today the entire world gets to look at Australia’s very own marsupial bear!” Kids behind her mugged for the camera.