Mentat-Emulator

My names are Hannah, Lydia, and Ada

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Just a trans girl trying to survive.
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I write lesbian fiction, find it with the
#Mentat's Muse tag, or at
https://mentat-emulator.itch.io/
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All interactions welcome.
Femmes are free to flirt.
Love asks.
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@marfle-bark is my beautiful girlfriend. If she bullies me, it's because I asked her to.
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Writing Prompts - @Making-up-Demons
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Desperate to compete in the Grand Prix of dragon racing, Phoebe, the black sheep of the Hyperio family, strikes a deal with the local mob to steal an undersized lunar drake from the mafia. With the help of two childhood friends, she scrapes together a team and stuns the Imperial League with shoestring-budget success. Fame brings perilous entanglements, though – a pop star romance, a private investigator on her tail, her irate father's determination to bring her to heel and, of course, the mafia trying to get their dragon back.

And out for a walk late one winter night, Phoebe meets an aspiring idol who seems to see right through her…

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1. Dragon who is a 100% certified top-tier good boy

Phoebe brought her attention back to Soot. "Hey big guy, I need a favour. Can you get me out of here? I've got a nice big barn I can take you to."

The drake snorted, hearing the request in her voice even if he didn't understand her words. He didn't flinch as she walked to his shoulder, but at the same time, he didn't crouch. That left his wing joint a good ten feet off the floor, too high to jump to even if she dared put the strain of a pull-up mounting on his most important joint.

She looked round and up to find his neck craning over her, radiating smugness. Despite the howling sirens and the on-rushing headlights, Phoebe grinned. She could work with this.

2. Mom-type older woman trying to redeem herself from gambling debts and alcoholism

The light in the bar was dim and comforting. Brynna leant on the countertop and forced herself not to rush her drink. At least she was sitting at the bar and not lying in a puddle under it. Her eyes and throat were scratchy, but the clear liquid in the glass in her hand was helping a little. She just had to make sure it didn't help too much before her business for the evening was done.

Jesse arrived just late enough to remind Brynna he could afford to make her wait. She glared at him as he walked up the long room and threw his coat over the next-but-one barstool before sitting. At least she was still on her first glass, even if it was empty now.

"Miss Brynna, lovely to see you again," the mobster smiled. "Let me buy you another, and we'll talk."

She started to raise her hand to refuse but he'd already caught the barman's eye and gestured in her direction. Well, it wasn't like he didn't know he had the better of her.

3. Gay british gap moe hard-boiled private investigator

It was a night much like any other, too much whiskey and not enough work. I was in my office, sorting through closed case files and wondering if I could shake down any old clients for new jobs, when there was a knock at the door.

Knocks at my office door don't often show up without warning, and it's usually bad news. I straightened my tie as best I could and walked to the desk to hit the door release. After it buzzed, I called, 'Come in!', but the door was already swinging inwards.

I tensed, but the guy who walked in was… not that kind of threat. Oh, he's sweet, was my first thought, but there was something immediate and subtle about his eyes, nestled behind a thick, fluffy fringe and perfectly-circular glasses. Those weren't eyes that would miss much.

And of course, cohost's favourite:

4. Useless lesbian sadgirl love triangle

“Well, have you asked her about it?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Have you talked to her at all?”

“No. I keep trying, but I just… I don’t know what to…”

“Have you seriously not talked to her at all for two weeks?”

“…no.”

“Has she messaged you or anything?”

“Yeah.”

“Phoebe have you been ghosting the girl you like for TWO WEEKS?”

“It’s not ghosting, I just don’t know what to say!”

“If you haven’t replied for two weeks, that’s ghosting.”

“It’s not-! …what should I do?”


Again, you can read The Dragon Racer here on Royal Road. You can also follow in-world media coverage of the Imperial League of Dragon Racing on the Official Wolf Sports Cohost page.

Hope you enjoy!


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