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And the last of the prompt ficlets.

This was from an anon who requested more Lugo in the Long Way Home 'verse from what he said to Nasir in Two Nights; those are actually two different 'verses, so I went with my vague WotD-canon compliant set of ficlets that so aren't a series (but really are) and Lugo, Nasir, and Saxa's friendship as shown in All the Best Stories to Tell. The final result is here, at a little over 1k.

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bluefaeriedust replied to your post: And a massive thank you and shout-out to Spuzz who...

Zero talent in art or writing, but Ill definitely be there to cheer people on. <3

Thank you, bb!

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bluefaeriedust replied to your post: I really love your stories and youre one of my fic idols. I wondered if you mind giving some insight into how you go about coming up with the plots and writing them. You obviously spend a lot of time planning given the details. Also, do you find it easier to write from certain characters povs and why? Thank you. :)

Youre most definitely worthy of that title. *hugs*

*hugs* Thanks, bb. I just spent the morning going over some posted-fics and cringing every 5 seconds, so yeah....

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bluefaeriedust replied to your post: You want to know why I ship Auctus with Duro?...

e e e THIS! Fandom would be a much nicer and happier place if people would just remember that everyone can enjoy it the way they want. Including shipping what ever characters they want. And Im happy to say that Im a proud member of SS Ducky!

YUP. As long as a ship contains two consenting adults, like, just back-off. You don't have to like it, so guess what, that SHIP IS NOT MEANT FOR YOU SO STEP OFF. (And we at the SS Ducky are glad to have you aboard.)

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janoda replied to your post: kantarin replied to your photo: ...

Im sorry but Im just cracking up about that last sentence. Barca bb. your life sucks so bad.

Seriously, Barca's life is legit the most tragic on this entire tragic show

 bluefaeriedust replied to your post: bluefaeriedust replied to your photo: ...

LOL! if youre in a really bad mood, it could become a career ending injury. :D Btw, do you have Segovax figured into the verse anywhere? IDK why, but I always felt kinda bad for him.

;) He's the one that gets called up from the Minors

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I will def check that out, thanks. AND YESSSSSSS I WAS HOPING IT WAS HIM UGHHH I have never seen him in any fics, so yayy!

IT IS. He lives. THIS TIME.

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bluefaeriedust replied to your photo: God help me. Now I just need to make a bullpen....

*whispers* Can Gnaeus get a season ending injury? Such as a torn ACL? *runs away*

I fully expect to have someone pulled up from the team's farm-system and you can JUST GUESS who they will be replacing.

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bluefaeriedust replied to your post: So&in the last Capua Way ficlet I mentioned Barca...

I SUPPORT THIS 1000%! Both my parents are New Yorkers, so baseball has always been part of our lives. Theyre Yankee fans, while Ive always liked the Mets. And Red Sox. :D When lived in California used to go see all 3 teams when they were in town.

My brothers are both more Mets fans. When we moved down south the closet team was the Atlanta Braves and just, no. Like, I WATCHED b/c at the time they were the only baseball games I could watch, but I am SUCH an American League girl.

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Fic Drabble: Gannics and Castus "Tell Me"

With a tiny bit of Gannicus/Marcia. Set in the Space!AU "" Gannicus was two galaxies away from his normal watering hole when the need for a night of true debauchery trilled through his blood. It didn’t happen often that the former Captain of Capua found the need to drink himself into the next century on some backwater planet deep past the border lines, but it did happen. This was the airspace of the true pirates; not the Robin-Hood like spacers found on The Boat, but the tattooed and rough souls of men and women who’d seen it all. These were the ones born on mining colonies with their first breath of air full of planet dust; they were those who loved fast and killed faster; they were the people Gannicus’ parents came from, before they sold him off to the military and promises of a better life. He docked at Lycia and stumbled into one of the local bars. Even in this crowd, there were familiar faces to be found. He ordered his drink, a local concoction that was just a step above moonshine, and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. A wandering hand found its way to his hair. “You have the luscious locks of a woman,” a smooth voice whispered in his ear. “Luckily for you, I prefer to fuck men.” Gannicus laughed and eagerly met Castus’ wide grin. “You’re still alive, I see.” “As are you,” Castus said. He took his seat and gestured for his own drink. “I heard you’ve been slouching around with amateur thieves. I expected to read reports of your death splashed along the intergalactic dash.” “I live to drink and fuck another day,” Gannicus said. He toasted the glass Castus held up. “So, any adventures to tell me of?” There was a slight twist to Castus’ lips, a bitterness Gannicus recognized and shared. “Who was he?” he asked. “A face already lost,” Castus said. “I spied him on the docks from a distance. Dark hair, dark eyes, gorgeous skin, and a laugh that echoed throughout the port. I tried to catch him, but the authorities got to me first. Sad; the bounty on his head would’ve supplied me in whores for half-a-year.” “You couldn’t have been persuaded to let the bounty drop?” Gannicus asked. He frowned; that wasn’t like Castus. He was a man easily bought by sex, baubles, and a good time. He was much like Gannicus, in both the good and bad ways. Castus shrugged. “Perhaps if he had stopped to appreciate my smile. Dagan was his name. I should seek his details and location on the prison release forms.” Gannicus’ years as a spy were the only thing that kept him from choking on his drink. He pulled out his dash and added enough credits to cover Castus’ tab for the night. He stood and patted his friend’s shoulder. “I go to Adonis and the arms of Marcia. If you truly wish to hold pleasant conversation with the face that haunts you, join me there in six months. Alone; without any of your brethren. You wreak havoc in Diona’s home, she will do worse than kill you.” Castus looked insulted. “Adonis is neutral ground. We respect them.” He swirled his drink. “You can promise this?” “I wouldn’t vow my life on it; let’s just say I have a fish on the line.” “It’s a pretty big fish,” Castus said. Gannicus patted Castus’ cheek. “Only the best are. Take care, my friend. If all the gods in all the worlds are against us, I will see you on the other side.” Castus nodded. “Fair winds and following seas,” he said. Gannicus crawled back into his tiny transport, pulled away from the dock, and thought of Marcia’s warm smiles and the sweet smell of her hair. He could lose himself in the pull of her voice and the softness of her thighs; it wasn’t quite the debauchery he planned, but it many ways it was even better. He laughed to himself as he left. It was time to sail on.