#em is posting about temeraire

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He’s red and he’s white and he’s green and he’s grey / My bonny young dragon, come hither away...

Keith Windham and Nuntius, out of Luzula's stunning Flight of the Heron/Temeraire crossover fic 'The Flight of Dragons.'

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hey! I was rereading some of your temeraire fics, and I was wondering if you would be willing to share some snippets of any WIPs you have? I really love your writing style haha ❤️❤️

Thank you! I am... trying to figure out which WIPs I haven’t provided snippets of yet, haha. So I pulled out tiny bits from some obscure ones I don’t work on much; hopefully they’ll go somewhere eventually.

1. that fic where Emily and Demane get married and Laurence keeps trying not to cry at the wedding. The dragons fight over Emily’s dress-design.

Even CaptainLaurence has cautioned her to restrain, restrain, restrain herselfuntil marriage, all in the name of propriety – and of course heuses fancy justifications, that she would not want to have regrets orlower her station (as though her future duchessy will be snatchedaway if she is not a virgin), but it is all about Society.

Of course it is very nice for CaptainLaurence to say such things, when he lives up in Scotland with Mr.Tharkay and probably has sex everyday; and they cannot be married,even. 'Let him who cast the first stone', and all that rot.

...

She is informed that Lady Allendale hasvolunteered Nottinghamshire for the location. Emily thinks this is avery thoughtful gesture, as the grounds at Wollaton Hall will be ableto hold an audience mixed with men and heavy-weights with ease. Sheis not certain why, when Captain Laurence explains this generosity, her mother only grins and asks, “And will your mother be providingher a dowry, too?” as his face slowly reddens.

2. that post-series fic where Laurence and Tharkay are together, and Granby and Little visit, and they all get drunk and do things that Laurence will probably regret later

“Oh, pray spare us,” says Littlesuddenly. “You act like I was not there, when you were his FirstLieutenant, always complaining about Captain Laurence's blue eyesand Captain Laurence'slovely stupid face - “

Tharkay cackles over his wine.Laurence cannot quite control his own expression; Granby takes onelook at him and cries “You don't have to be so pleased about it!”,and then he's laughing too.

- the wine is clouding his head, soperhaps Laurence does not take proper note, as he aught, when Tharkaymurmurs, “They would look quite a picture, though.”

3. the cliche soulmate one where Laurence finagles an invitation to one of Napoleon’s weekly dinners during the peace in 1802, and everything seems great, except then war breaks out a few months later and he has Regrets

For his part,Laurence memorizes the name and promptly puts it from mind. Ifsoulmates are rare, it is impossibly uncommon for them to actuallymeet. Not impossible, of course, and he always keeps an ear open inforeign ports; but in truth the name rarely merits a thought. Hestill intends to marry Edith, anyway; the fact that his name is malewould only garner minor disapproval from society, but actuallypursuing the connection is unthinkable.

Then, at the ageof 22, Laurence reads a letter from an old shipmate who writes that“the troops in Italy were routed by some new General of theirs,Napoleon Bonaparte - “

AndLaurence thinks: it cannot be the same man. Perhaps it is a commonname, in France.

(He later checks:Napoleon is Corsican, and the name is not common at all.)

...

“I do not hate Louis,” saysNapoleon, surprising him. “By all accounts he was a decent man; buthe was a bad king.”

“Yet people cannot seek to topplemonarchs whenever they disagree with some decisions,” saysLaurence. “There would be anarchy, and France is only an example ofthis.”

“I am very pleased with France'sanarchy,” says Napoleon. “And what would you propose, Captain?Should the people sit idly while they are abused and neglected, onlybecause the king is trying todo well? That is asmall consolation, when children starve in the streets and the nationweakens. Louis was weak.”

“And you believeyou are stronger?”

“France does,”says Napoleon. Despite the nature of the discussion, he is smilingfaintly. “I cannot fault you your loyalty to your ideals, Captain –wrong though they are. Forgive me; what was your name?”

Laurence pausesfor only an instant – a very brief instant – and then, in a fitof abandon, he tells the truth.

“WilliamLaurence, Your Majesty.”

4. the slightly confused sequel of Terror in War, Ornament in Peace wherein Laurence loses his memory after being shipwrecked near Rhode Island. And is therefore unaware of the fact that he’s a prince of China, a French Baron, a traitor to England, and generally infamous for being Napoleon’s lover. can you imagine

Laurence wakes upin a cell. The native woman by his bedside squints down with darkeyes and looks entirely unperturbed at hisalarm. She finishes wrapping his arm, ignoring his wince, and thenstands. “Do not hit your arm,” She enunciates clearly, and pointsat it for good measure. Then: “Stupid.” She exits.

Laurence stares atthe door dumbly.

A jailor locks thedoor. It's covered by slatted bars along the top, and after a momentLaurence calls out, “Sir, may I know where I am?”

The man ignoreshim.

He is ignored foran hour at least – then the man leaves, perhaps signifying thatLaurence is not even considered a threat. Several hours, he suspects,pass as the shifts changes and the room darkens naturally. His throattightens with dryness.

Finally, someonecomes to see him.

It is a pair,actually – an older man, his hair going gray, and a youngercounterpart who seems just out of childhood. “See, he watches usright as we enter,” the old man says in a tone of great boredom.“He's eager to talk, you see – that's why you make 'em wait.”

Laurence clencheshis jaw.

The young manshifts from foot to foot. They stop in front of Laurence's cell. “I'mGavin Banner - head of the Watchmen here,” the old man explains. Asan afterthought, he waves to his trainee and adds, “This is SamWirth.”

“I would like tosay it is a pleasure,” Laurence says flatly. “But I confess I amconfused; what am I doing here?”

“This is wherehe acts innocent,” Banner says to Wirth. “Realized he made amistake coming here, you see? We don't have any loyalists left aroundhere, you see?” Banner nods with satisfaction.

Laurence exhalesslowly.

“Um,” saysWirth, and then stops.

“What crime haveI committed?” Laurence asks.

At that Banneractually snorts. “Ha!” he says, and then, “Ha! A crime, whatcrime do you need in wartime?” He wags a finger at Laurence asthough he's a misbehaving school-child. “The soldiers will come foryou soon enough.”

“I see,”Laurence says grimly.

“Now, will youanswer our questions?”

“Sir, if you areposed against His Majesty than I will not.”

Banner huffs up.“Well!” he says, and, “Well! We will see about that. Wehave chains – hmm, a poker, somewhere - “

“Ah.” Thisis apparently too much for the boy. “Sir, the First Watch are notauthorized to – to torture. Sir.”

“The city willgive us a bit of discretion for a loyal Brit,” Banner protests.

Wirth shifts butdoesn't back down. “Oh, very well,” Banner sighs. “ - We willask permission. Though I'm sure we'll be kinder than theirregulars, anyway,” he tells Laurence helpfully.

“I will bearthat in mind,” is his dry reply.

Banner stomps outand the boy follows, so that is something.

The guard does notreturn; possibly he has taken a break or simply forgotten Laurence.After awhile another man comes in. “Yes, yes, I am not a fool,”he laughs to someone behind him as he enters; it takes Laurence anoddly long moment to register that the words are not spoken inEnglish. Pieces start to come together. So the Americans have made analliance with the French, then – that is not promising.

“Ah, I had heardthere was an English captive,” says the Frenchman. “I suppose ourcaptain will want to talk to you, and he is not here yet; what isyour name, sailor?”

Laurence debatesfor a moment the tactical concerns of revealing his identity, butfinally admits he is not likely to be known to anyone even if hecannot fully guess what his position might be in this placeand year. “William Laurence,” he reveals.

He immediatelyregrets his decision as alarm overtakes the Frenchman's features.

“Excuse me?”

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Fifth set of ten Sterek fic recs - sorry this one’s a week late, but I broke my foot on the day I usually compile ‘em, and it’s...kinda thrown my entire schedule off. The next set should be posted sooner.

Thanks, Batman! | @LadyDrace | 1,575 | Teen | 2017-09-03

Derek meets someone at Comic-Con. Too bad they're completely wrong about Batman.

Sandpapered Corners And No Points | @hayesgeneration | 2,578 | Mature | 2012-12-17

It’s dark and he almost slips when he follows the siren's voice until the water is up to his neck because she wants him, she wants him and he’s lonely, and her calling is like a relief and this might just be worth drowning for. He punches Boyd in the face when he pulls him out of the water, sputtering and coughing and yelling because he wants to go back, because nobody else wants him, don’t they fucking understand that?

Word By Word | @Cobrilee | 11,843 | Teen | 2017-03-30

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm. 

Are you 18?

Lost on You | @troubleiwant | 4,709 | Teen | 2017-08-29

Stiles is the sheriff of Beacon Hills, and Derek's an inveterate cattle hustler better known as The Outlaw Derek Hale. It's a shame he's so goddamn pretty, then.

-OR-

Hale gives Stiles a rakish, dangerous smile. “Aw, that Whittemore kid’s got enough cattle he won't miss a few.”

“Be that as it may, the law’s the law,” Stiles says. “I'm charged with taking this property back to its rightful owner.”

“And what if I don’t let you?”

Stiles scowls. “If you put up a fight, I'm within my rights as sheriff to shoot you.”

Hale eyes him, an inscrutable smile quirking one side of his mouth. “You're not gonna shoot me.”

“Sure,” Stiles agrees amiably. “‘Cause you’re gonna leave this herd right here and ride away, all agreeable-like.”

They sit on their respective horses and stare each other down for a moment that stretches out like taffy. The cattle sway along between them, snuffling and clopping on their way. Stiles has enough time to give some serious thought to what he would do if Hale, for once, didn't take his offer of a peaceful resolution.

We Have Potential | dragon_temeraire ( @dragon-temeraire​ ) | 10,196 | Teen | 2017-08-23 to 2017-08-27

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

It Started With a Game | @nightlight9 | 2,805 | Gen | 2017-08-28

It’s one thing to have Stiles as his anchor. It’s another thing entirely to realize that he’s in love with his best friend. His best friend who happens to be three years younger than him and, oh god, John is going to have him arrested. He won’t be able to become a cop because he’ll be behind bars.

put 'em together and what have you got? | yodasyoyo ( @yodas-yo-yo​ ) | 11,162 | Teen | 2017-08-22 to 2017-08-27

“Oh, bibbidi bobbidi fuck you.”

Unsurprisingly, Stiles' fairy godmother is a menace.

The King's Riddle | @itsdeianeira | 14,802 | Teen | 2017-08-27

He has been waiting for this war to be over, for his love to come home, sending away one insistent suitor after the other with a trick. He has come with a question that only the one person that knows him better than he knows himself can find the answer to, and he has stuck to it for all this time.

Or, the one with a little bit of Odyssey, a little bit of Tristano & Isotta, and of course, a bit of Merlin.

Love (And Belly Rubs) In The Moonlight | @clotpolesonly | 1,462 | Gen | 2017-08-22

When Stiles came home from the grocery store, there was a wolf in his living room. A really big wolf with curly brown fur like he’d never seen before, even in pictures. Then, quite abruptly, the wolf was gone. In its place, there was a naked Scott, with his modesty blessedly preserved by the upright back of the couch.

“What the fuck?” Stiles demanded. “Since when the fuck can you do a full shift?"

“Dude, it’s a solar eclipse!”

If These Walls Could Talk | distortedreality ( @triskelesandpixels ) | 41,224 | Explicit | 2017-08-21

“I’m worried about you. If you’re hung up on this guy all through high school then you won’t have room for anyone else. What do you think will happen when you both go off to college? Fuck, don’t answer that because I wouldn’t put it past you to go to the same one as him.” “You literally make me sound like a stalker.” “You’re only like 60% stalker.” “I’m not any percent stalker.” “Now that’s just a boldfaced lie, isn’t it, Der?” Derek pressed his face into Cora’s pink duvet and groaned loudly.

A high school AU where everyone’s human and bad at communication. Stiles is an oblivious as hell lacrosse star, Derek is totally not pining and in no way working against his own self-interests (shut up, Cora), and everyone else is the captain of their ship (which doesn’t exist) (but it so does).

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Q&A

So I was tagged by @ocarina-of-what to do this. LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA.

RULES: TAG 20 FOLLOWERS YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER. (A lot of people who would participate were already tagged, so my list will be short, I think.)

Name: Emily Shea (First and middle name cause there’s a lot of people who know me by either name.)

Nicknames: Em, Shay-nay-nay (by like, one friend), Nue, Nue Nue, NOOT NOOT

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Pisces

Height: 5′8”

Sexual Orientation: Poly and Panromantic/Asexual

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favorite colour: Purples, greens, and blues. Coral Pink, Silver, Peacock Blue.

Favorite Animal: I really like all creatures, but if I had to show preferences. FOXES, Pangolins, Wolves and all dogs.

Average hours of sleep: LATELY. It’s been like, 4 hours. But I’m trying for a better sleep schedule.

Cat or Dog Person: Yes. :3

Favourite Fictional Characters: Ysera from WoW, Mei from Overwatch, Moro from Princess Mononoke, Ariel and Sebastian from The Little Mermaid, The Weasley Twins and Hermione Granger from Harry Potter, Legolas from Lord of the Rings, Lady Eowyn from Lord of the Rings, Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle, Jane Roland and Temeraire from the Temeraire book series, Haruhi from Ouran Highschool Host Club, Stevonnie and Rose Quartz from Steven Universe, Deadpool, Calypso from Pirates of the Caribbean, Robin Hood and Maid Marian from Disney’s Robin Hood, many of the wonderful characters my friends have created, and a plethora of other characters, it would take a whole day to list them.

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: In the Summer, just one lightweight comforter. Currently. A thick blanket, the comforter, and my Horde blanket for my dog Juju to sleep on. I will curl up and hoard all these blankets though.

Favourite Singer/Band: Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Brandi Carlile, Die Antwoord, Mumford & Sons, Panic! At the Disco, Tenacious D, Howard Shore, John Powell, Hans Zimmer, Beyoncé, RuPaul, Red Hot Chili Peppers, a lot of different soundtrack music, I tend to like individual songs over an artist, but the above are all ones that I could listen to everything and not dislike any of it.

Dream Trip: Italy, Scotland and Japan, in that order, are on the top of my list, but there’s so many places I’d love to see.

Dream Job: HONESTLY? Being able to be paid to sleep would be awesome. Lol, but I’ve had a large range of dream jobs, from being a dolphin trainer, a zoologist, concept artist for Blizzard or any other company, voice actress…

When was this blog created?: Late 2012, I think.

Current Number of Followers: 719 as of today! I’d like to thank all the porn blogs who helped to boost that number. But also, thank you to my followers and friends who like my posts enough to keep following me.

When did your blog reach its peak?: If we’re talking about sheer number of reblogs/likes, probably This Post. If not that, I dunno...

What made you decide to make a Tumblr?: Man, I can’t even remember, but I think it probably it was so I could follow various things related to RP.

I’m going to tag: @chemicalbydefault @pageslikepetals @baenling @casmaxikels @scopedandropped @lantilles @vibraniumfalcon @thebloodyfallen @matriarchoffire

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so amused by laurence's '🤔 which of my coworkers is the most fuckable' thought process. what is up with him.

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iskierka iskierkaaaaaa my honeycake my thousand-times darling i love you i love you i love you i love youuuu

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temrer :3

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A very fine captain, and a finer friend.

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granby + iskierka + keynes

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The wanderer on his way.

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once again focusing in on dragon-surgeons with laserlike aim. we have several thoughts on this passage, which are as follows:

one: how does one dissect a dragon. what are they doing it with. are there attendants here with those massive two-person saws for this purpose, with the doctors spectating and directing? are the surgeons the guys with the massive saws? the dragons are So big compared to the people, are they crawling around in there? do they have students in attendance as they might at a human dissection?

two: 'dissection' is such a particular choice of word here. if you are taking apart your Coworker after their death that is an Autopsy. if you are taking apart an animal for food after their death that is Butchering, and if you are taking it apart for science that is a Necropsy. it is, what, 1806? dissection is scientific and not really for people you are regarding as People right about now. this is such a Way of pointing out the Strange Social Position of dragons in temeraireverse.

three: again I ask. how does one Become a dragon-surgeon. keynes seems to be equally adept at human medicine, and on his various adventures up to this point laurence hasn't been provided with an additional surgeon for his crew as well as for his dragon. what kind of medical school operations are going on in england and scotland to allow this guy Training. are medical students from edinburgh being funneled out to the covert at (iirc fictional) loch laggan to study dragons? what is the Draconic opinion on post-mortem disassembly for scientific purposes?

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The People Have Requested A Granby, and By Golly, A Granby They Shall Have!

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Our trusty and well-beloved Captain Jane Roland.

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the inevitable sharpe and temeraire crossover in my mind of course involves teresa moreno as a dragon-captain.

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you may have one whole temeraire, as a treat.