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Clara Weaver Writes Dragons
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-author page for @derlakernlins.bsky.social
-editing MACHINATIONS: an urban fantasy novel about slutty dragons
-writing background for FALLING: a magic flute retelling about lesbian dragons
-it's all about dragons with this lady, yeah
-I block for AI
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Dragons have too many names

Thomas Owens is Loss and Chaos, but used to be Wealth and Light
Niamh Molina is Prophecy and Family
Technology and Transformation is their father

love making things hard for myself

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“I can’t say I’m against the idea of Loss being thrown in prison,” he said as she finished. “Don’t love dying myself.” “It can be changed. I’m sure it can be changed.” “I’m not sure of anything when your book is concerned.” John pushed his hands through his hair and sat back, looking more stressed than Niamh had ever seen him. “So. Death. Destruction. All of that. Loss and Chaos really will come back.” “That’s a good thing, isn’t it? We work better in threes.” “No,” John said, and Niamh sighed, aggravated to her bones. John waved a hand at her. “Come now, even you can see that she’d make things worse,” he said. “I’m reasonably certain I could convince even Technology of that.” “Technology loved Wealth. Possibly more than he loved me.” It didn’t even hurt to say anymore, not much, anyway. Nobody got out of childhood unscathed, not even dragons.
January 24, 2026 at 1:02 PM
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The moment of existential confusion was entirely worth it for Canada goose burrito bowls
A silver rimmed bowl on a blue tablecloth marked with white fern leaves. The bowl contains a mess of burrito fixins: white rice, shredded cheddar cheese, homemade tomatillo salsa, homemade corn salsa, guacamole, and bite sized chunks of chimmichuri marinated Canada goose
January 24, 2026 at 1:33 AM
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New privacy policy. Oracle being what it is this data *will* be sold to ICE
January 23, 2026 at 8:14 PM
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#SFFChat 4
The beginning and the end of the first sex scene of the novel have some pretty important setting details that Penny Merritt only recognizes too late.
January 23, 2026 at 2:05 PM
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Kimmy uncovers the fact that the supernatural government has been bought and paid for in the most Kimmy way possible, and we love tha-wait no we hate regulatory capture this is bad in a lot of bad ways!

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“So he gets a little juiced up and starts talking about all the opportunities for a lovely young girl like me and I do the move where I lean over the table and let him see down my shirt and he falls for it fully. Like a goddamn teenager. I think I know why his marriage is falling apart, by the way.” Niamh shook her head. “Kimmy, you are a walking advertisement for infidelity.” “Aww, thanks boss! Anyway, I start asking about all these great opportunities and he starts talking about how Yanis Brooks has a great tie with an old magic society in the harbor and how they’re transferring a ton of interns there now. Paid interns, too, so you know kids are killing for those spots.” Kimmy stared at the countertop. “Literally. Holy shit, Niamh, the number of financial ties between members of the Entente and the Pacific Institute are insane. The more I look into it, the more it looks like a Vigiles Draconi front. And the more I look at the Entente’s relationship with it, it looks like the Vigiles fucking owns the Entente.”
January 23, 2026 at 12:45 PM
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Despite all the tattoos i have, Trix is the only person on the page who has them. This is because they are objectively cooler than any of these magic nerds.

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“Do we now?” Niamh eyed him. She wasn’t particularly threatened by Joey Fitz, with whom she had done perfectly profitable business in the past. But she didn’t particularly relish having a problem with anyone. She looked at his companion. The teen wore black linen overalls with a “THEY/THEM” button prominently displayed underneath an unbuttoned plaid shirt. Their sleeves were rolled up, showing off a variety of stick and poke tattoos that Niamh was pretty sure the kid would regret one day. They didn’t look like trouble. Joey, with his shaved head, Adidas track suit, and poorly hidden firearm on the other hand, always looked like trouble.
January 22, 2026 at 12:16 PM