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I write a lot - much in established settings, some in one-off universes.
Below is an index of my universes; each 'verse has its own landing page with an index of stories within.
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The Faerie Apocalypse is liveblogged at [personal profile] faeapoclive, [tumblr.com profile] faeapoclive, and [twitter.com profile] faeapoclive. What what happens when the gods return to our world.
Stranded World (LJ Link), modern fantasy seen through the eyes of 4 siblings who work the webs of the world, each in their own way.
Reiassan (LJ Link), high fantasy in a world just recovering from centuries of battle.
Edally Academy (LJ Link), Steampunk Boarding School in the world of Reiassan.
Tir na Cali (LJ Link); technically modern fantasy, alternate-history timeline, primarily lifestyle-kink erotica.
Faerie Apocalypse (LJ Link), a dystopic modern and post-modern fantasy/apoc world. Faeries and gods live among us, disguised as humans, their culture underground.
Addergoole (LJ Link) is a school within the Faerie Apocalypse setting.
Doomsday is a school created by graduates of Addergoole, generations after the Faerie Apoc.
Vas' World (LJ Link): the team was sent to explore the planet for colonization. They could never have guessed what they'd find.
Dragons Next Door (LJ Link)is a fun high-fantasy-in-the-burbs setting with a few good-with-ketchup crunchy dark bits.
Facets of Dusk (LJ Link) is a mystery waiting to be revealed; come along for the show!
The Planners (LJ Link): When the Apocalypse came, they were prepared. Very Prepared.
Unicorn/Factory (LJ) of the costs of progress.
The Aunt Family (LJ) - a mysterious family with some very strange magical artifacts.
Space Accountant (LJ) All Genique wanted was a nice vacation.
Shadow Rebellion (LJ) It all started with the shadows moving...
Science! (Lj) Why haven't Mad Scientists taken over the world yet?
Fairy Town There's something about the city. Something in the water, maybe?
Inner Circle (LJ) Getting to the Inner Circle can take a lifetime - or cost you your life.
Setting Nursery - these one-off stories may blossom into settings some day (incomplete)

All of my writing here is crowdfunded and crowdsourced; comments and suggestions keep the gears spinning and donations keep the power on.
My Donor landing page is here (and on LJ); you can tip (tips go in a general pool to sponsor longer stories, voted on monthly), sponsor an already-written story, or commission a story to be written.

Once a month I open up a call for prompts; the Giraffe Call's landing page is here and on LJ.

I hosted a 30-days of flash fiction meme: its landing page is here (LJ Link)

Want more? There's always more to read!

What Follows,
an apocalyptic anthology:
How would an Immortal deal with
the End Times? The world will
inevitably come stumbling into
apocalypse, and They will be
there to witness it.

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Shifting Hearts,
a therian anthology:
It is said that the eyes are the windows
to the soul, but what if the soul that looks
back isn't as human as you first thought?


Addergoole, a completed webserial

Edally Academy, a new webserial

Tales for the Sugar Cat, my ebook

Kazkah Press, a flash-fiction webzine


Wikis of setting information currently exist in various stages of completion:
Addergoole: the Original Series - semi-defunct, but has information still being migrated to the below wiki
Addergoole Year Nine - and beyond
Reiassan
Faerie Apoc

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Wordcount Jan-September
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I was looking at my chart!
These are just raw numbers, words written each month & running total (2014):
Jan - 48,724
Feb - 37,665 - 86,389
Mar - 35,630 - 122,019
Apr - 40,584 - 162,603
May - 24,651 - 187,254
Jun - 29,451 - 216,705
Jul - 42,970 - 259,675
Aug - 33,408 - 293,083
Sep - 18,513 - 311,596

To date in October: 22,314

Whee!

2013:
Month Wordcount Running
January 38,615
February 28,822 67,437
March 58,837 126,274
April 37,323 163,597
May 47,941 211,538
June 57,215 268,753
July 44,447 313,200
August 25,426 338,626
September 30,178 368,804
October 41,476 410,280
November 89,730 500,010
December 29,491 529,501

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Thimbleful Thursday: A Piece of Cake
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"Okay, so, first we need to break into the Library..." Asha ticked it off on an invisible white board.

"Piece of cake." Tonya didn't even look up from burnishing her nails.

"Then we need to break into the Rare Books Vault..."

"Cake."

"And then we need to break the spell on the book, which will include casting a ritual circle in less than a three-foot-wide space, and not setting off either the spell-based alarms or the motion detectors while doing so."

"What, all of that while balancing on our heads? Come on, give us a challenge. Piece of cake." Tonya grinned over her well-filed nails at Asha.

"...and, once we have the book in our hands, we need to get out of the Rare Books Vault, get out of the Library, get off campus and back to the apartment, and then we'll need another ritual circle, which, at least we have, to get the information properly out of the the book. And then put it all back - though that's the easy part."

Tonya's grin grew bigger. "I'm telling you, Asha. It's a piece of cake."

"And what do we get out of it?"

Her roommate gestured broadly. "The world's best piece. Of. Cake."

To Today's Thimbleful Prompt, "Piece of Cake," 204 words

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Romance Novel Readers: I have a question
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I am beginning to notice a trend, in the few books I have read where there is a woman In Charge, On Top - where that's the whole concept of the novel - where she decides like 3/4 of the way through the story that she wants to be on bottom, or he decides he wants her to submit and she goes along. And all of a sudden she's all submissive and ... I signed on to read an Fdomme story.

Is this common, or just the stuff I've read?

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Preparing for NaNoWriMo 2014
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It's that time of year again. The time when I start doing everything to prep for NaNoWriMo except actually outline my story (or, in this case, stories). I've downloaded calendars. Lots of calendars. All the calendars, some of them from 2009. (For wallpapers, you see). I've figured out how to do my wordcount, what wordcount I want to do, and what days I'm going to assume I won't get any writing done. I downloaded a new wordcount spreadsheet, took it apart into its component parts, and reintegrated parts into my own.

All of this is very fun, and most of it - the part that isn't the wallpapers, at least - is rather useful. I have a plan for my numbers. But now what?

And that's the question, isn't it? What do you do before November, to make NaNoWriMo flow smoother?

Among my list of things (other than "play on the forums and put all sorts of lovely calendars in rotation for my wallpaper") I can/will/should do to prepare:
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Soooo Close... Dungeon & Caves #promptcall $6 from goal
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The Dungeon & Cave Prompt Call is at $94!

That's just $6 from the next incentive level and $26 from the rug! So if you've been sitting on an "oh I'd love a little more of that story," now's the time. $6 will get you 600 more words. $26 will get you a whopping 2,600 more words.



At $25, T. & I get take-out. Thai, I think, though it may be Indian. Reached!

at $40, I will commission a piece of character art from a crowdfunded artist Reached!

At $50, I will write an extra fic for everyone. One prompter chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story. Reached!

At $75, three prompters chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story written to their prompt Reached!

At $100, three more prompters chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story.

At $120, I get a rug for my cave!

As an extra incentive - if we get to $120 I will then, in December (Nano is coming), write an ADDITIONAL 2600-word story continuation, chosen by reader poll.

Looking for stories to see if you want something continued? Use the Giraffcall tag!

(The cuffs are the tip jar)

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Learning the Arrangement, a continuation for the Dungeon & Cave Call
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Valeta's nails were sharp on Ivor's shoulders, and her breath was warm in his ear. "You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?"

Ivor swallowed a protest. Good boy sounded so kidlike, so condescending.

He didn't have to say anything. She chuckled anyway, her laugh stinging in his ear. "The options-" She pricked the side of his neck with those sharp, sharp nails - "are to be a good boy or a bad boy. You may answer me."

Ivor's mouth was dry. He licked his lips. "I don't want - don't want you to think I'm a bad boy."

"It's a start." Her nails raked down his back, leaving sharp stinging behind. Ivor gasped, which only served to make Valeta laugh. "You'll learn," she assured him. "You'll learn why you want to be my good boy."

He'd signed the contract. Ivor straightened his back and nodded, short and sweet. He'd wanted to learn.




Written to Sky's commissioned continuation of An Unusual Arrangement.

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Yeeeee, thinking about another project
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If I were going to post another serial, short-form stories posting frequently, which years or years would you want to read?



(No DW account? Vote in the comments).

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Prince Rodegard Visits the Imperial Capital, a story for the Dungeon & Cave Call
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Written to [personal profile] lilfluff's prompt.

"I've always wanted to see the Imperial Capital." Prince Rodegard bounced in his seat, ignoring the armed guards surrounding him and acting not nearly the age Edora had been assured he was. "Is it as shining and bright and tall as everyone says it is?"

He was a hostage, technically. The entire railway car was filled with people devoted to getting him - and, by proxy, Edora - back to the Imperial Capital, where he would remain as assurance of his royal mother's good behavior. But the young prince had volunteered, and, from the looks of things, hardly understood the situation he was in.

Well, it was Edora's job to instruct him, as well as to protect, guide, and direct him. "Well, as with anything, your Royal Highness," she replied, in the language of the Capital and of her childhood, "there are many facets to the Capital, and some of them shine more than others."
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First three answers to p*rn m*me
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Meme here - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/831348.html

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Well, I wanted to practice writing p*rn... (mem)
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Comment with a pairing (etc)* and I'll write you at least three sentences of porn for them.

* of my characters, preferably.**
** It doesn't have to be a believable pairing.

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Amongst the Wrifflites, a story for the Gender-Funky #promptcall (@lilfluff)
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Written to [personal profile] lilfluff's prompt.

It was fine for Tan, moving through the Wriffle crowds. It was fine, dealing with the way that Wrifflites would flirt and grin and pat-ass and cuddle and kiss. Tan found it relaxing, actually, chatting up a boss or a co-worker and having a comment about sex slide into the mix; going out to the bar and having drinks bought, one after another. It was fun. Tan had never been an introvert, no matter what the family thought.

The problem wasn't the Wriffle. The problem was when family came to visit, or friends from home, or, worse, friends from home with their friends from home. Then things got mixed, messed, and tangled.

"So you've finally gotten over this no-sex thing?" Roan would ask, or

"I don't see why you're so bent out of shape. You're the one who teased me," Je would complain, and Tan would be left trying to decide whether to explain or just move on. Everyone in Wriffle, not just in the cities but out in the farmland, everyone kissed hello and good-bye, everyone made outrageous suggestions. Nobody expected you to follow through; that wasn't how flirting actually worked for Wrifflites. Truth be told, Tan wasn't entirely certain how sex worked for them - and that was entirely fine.

If only the friends and family would be fine with it, too.



Want more? I'm sure I could have fun with this one. Commission more words via Paypal at the Giraffe Call rate of $1/100 words.

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Nano nano nano?
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Anyone else doing Nanowrimo?

What's your plan?

I'm doing a series of stories - some for submission, some for you guys, more or less ;-)

I have a cover:

;-)

And a wordcount plan:



Whee~

Edited to add: PLUS write & address one Christmas card or buy/make one Christmas present (or one hour of a christmas Present) per at-home (not on vacation) day.

~

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Landing Page: The Aunt Family
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I think my favorite part of this setting is the fact that we really have no idea what's going on. :D ~[personal profile] inventrix

When Evangaline's Aunt Asta dies, Evangaline inherits the house, its mysterious artifacts, and the family mantle of Aunt.

Meanwhile and 4 decades earlier, Asta's Aunt Ruan is dealing with the mess left by another aunt, and struggling against taking on the Aunt title herself.

And in the present, while Evangaline deals with her Aunts' legacy, her niece Beryl struggles with the idea that she will, in time, be the next Aunt.

"The Aunt Family" is contemporary fantasy; Ruan's story is taking on elements of steampunk as well.

Born out of the October, 2011 Giraffe Call

The Aunt Family - A Welcome (LJ)

Origins of the family as they are now:
Building the Homes (LJ)
For All Time, a creation parable

Evangaline:
Heirlooms and Old Lace (LJ)
Trash and Treasures (LJ)
Welcome to the Family (LJ)
Accepting the Welcome (LJ) after Welcome to the Family (LJ)
Visiting Aunt Eva (LJ)
In the Attic (LJ)
An Argument of Magic - an argument with the grannies
Family and Cocoa - Eva and Beryl
Visiting an Uncle (LJ) Rosaria, Evangaline
Genre
Visit
Family Uncle
Still in the Family

Unexpected Guest (LJ)
In the Cards (LJ)
Older Witches (Eva & Robbie)
How the Family Does Things (LJ)

Midnight, Summer Solstice (LJ)

Eva description (LJ)
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Ruan:
Estate (LJ)
Lost Spirits (LJ)
Aetheric Cleansing (LJ)
Read my story "The Wish Machine" (from the Aunt Family 'verse) in this month's EMG-Zine!
Engraved Invitation (LJ), Ruan & Johias
...and Thou (LJ)
Ruan Description (LJ)
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Beryl:
Difficult Relations (LJ)
Charming (LJ) to [profile] moonwolf's prompt (Hadelai & Beryl)
What to do about Auntie X (LJ)
Cleaning House (LJ)
Kitten Switchen (LJ)
Kitten Negotiations (did not xpost)
Boy Trouble (LJ) [Donor Perk]
Kitten Troubles (LJ)
Auntie Kitty (LJ)
Courting (LJ)
Sister Help (LJ)
B is for Beryl and her Boys
A Locked Chest is Locked for a Reason (LJ)
(the Grannies Story:)
Cats and Grandmas (LJ)
Cat's in the... Attic (LJ)
Family Secrets & Cat Secrets (LJ)


Radar
F for Feisty Friend Felines of the Family
Then and Now

Zenobia
Securing One's Own Legacy
Treacherous Sister
Glass and Steel (LJ) Zenobia!
That Damn Cat (LJ)
Bless the Cat (LJ)
Zoology Sparks
Zenobia-->Elenora
Passing the Cat (LJ)
Elenora
Legacy Cat (LJ)

Rosaria:
Tell me a Story (LJ) (Rosaria, Cady)
Glitter Bomb, in Alder-by-Post Issue One
Princesses, Knights, and the Huntsman (LJ)
The Princess and the Hunstsman (LJ)
Big Bad Witch (LJ)
Frog Pancakes (LJ)
Princesses (LJ)
Heroes (LJ)
Sidekick (LJ) Evangaline & Rosaria
The Þorn-Giants

Others in Eva's Family
At Asta's Funeral (LJ) Estella
Continuation Chosen by Random Numbers - Three Glass Beads, Peacock-Blue (LJ) Lilyah


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Deborah
Intimately Involved (LJ)
Precedent
The Strength

Others:
The Family Kudzu (LJ)
King(maker) Cake (LJ) to [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's prompt (Stone, Grandma
Ardella, and Hadelai & Eva's sister Fallon)
Sweater Set (LJ), a previously-unexplored branch, to [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's prompt
Fated (LJ)
I Am No Aunt (LJ)
Exhaustion
The Hazards of Magic (LJ)

Worldbuilding
February Worldbuilding Q2
February Worldbuilding Q10
February Worldbuilding Q17
A rough family tree exists here.

Read demifiction of Aunt Family (LJ), written by dialecticdreamer
Things I find out when writing about my settings... (LJ)
The beginnings of a Cast List, Aunt Family (LJ)

Aunt Ruan Description & Icon (LJ)
The Aunt Family, and Uncles

Ruan icon by [personal profile] meeks


Aunt Evangaline
Aunt Evangaline Art by bootheel



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An Unusual Arrangement (NSFW), a story of Addergoole for the Dungeon Call
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Written to @dahob's commission.

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Updated: the Aunt Family Landing Page
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The list of stories has been updated here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/172304.html
And on Livejournal: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/318018.html

Learn all about the family, catch up, or revisit old friends. :-)

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A Quiet Week in Alder (a summary)
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It wasn't a slow week, I can say that. It was just a slow week for posting.

Last Friday was all-errands-all-the-time, including over an hour at Lowe's and a good deal of time at a few other stores. I mean, we got a lot done, but writing wasn't part of it.

Then Saturday and Sunday were an awesome drive to Albany to visit our friends E.Mc. & Pivin - again, awesome, and again, very little writing.

Monday-Tuesday, I was working on a piece for submission. Wednesday I was editing & fretting about it, then submitting it. And a lot of this week has been planning Nanowrimo.

So if I've seemed quiet, in terms of blogging, I have been.

But this is what I posted this week:

Giraffe Call Stories
Probably a Rescue - [personal profile] technoshaman's commissioned continuation of A Rescue, of Sorts
Cuckoo's Egg - a story of Tír na Cali
Captive of the Night Witch - probably Fae Apoc
Not Rehabilitation - probably Fae Apoc
Serial
Interlude: A Brief History of the Empress Edaledalende Academy of Higher Learning at Ileltedez
Random
Cleaning out Files - Population of the US in fae apoc post-apoc

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Cleaning out Files - Population of the US in fae apoc post-apoc
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308,745,531 2011
30,874,553.10 2012
27,787,097.79 2035
33,344,517.35 2050
40,013,420.82 2060
48,016,104.98 2070
57,619,325.98 2080
69,143,191.17 2090
82,971,829.41 2100
91,269,012.35 2110
100,395,913.58 2120
110,435,504.94 2130
121,479,055.44 2140
133,626,960.98 2150

...probably not with actual fractions of a person.

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Not Rehabilitation, a story for the Dungeon Call
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Drausus the warlord lived in an impenetrable fort on the top of an unclimbable cliff and ruled over his territory with an iron fist and a stone heart. Or, at least, he had.

Drausus commanded the farmers to grow enough for themselves and then enough for him, and those that did not, he put to work in the mines, pulling out steel and gold. Or, at least, he had.

He took his pick of the finest of the young people to warm his bed and keep him company and if they were lucky, when he was done with them he'd arrange a marriage with a member of his personal army. Or, at least, he had.

The woman, the hero, had climbed the unclimbable cliff, bypassed the well-bribed army, penetrated the impenetrable fort, and beaten the unbeatable warlord. She had done the first with tools he had never seen, the second with stealth he hadn't thought of, the third with a little bit of both - and the fourth, Drausus had to believe was witchcraft and dishonesty and nothing more. She couldn't have been that good at everything.
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Probably a Rescue, a continuation for the Dungeon Call
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Previous: The Rescue? Continues?
First: A Rescue, of Sorts
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“Was it really that obvious?” Daxton let the mercenary woman half-guide and half-help him into the hunting cabin. He couldn't have run away if he'd wanted to and, concerned as she was with the ransom, she'd probably catch him. “I mean, that I'm not interested in...” He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence the way she had, interested in rutting. “Um. Bedroom games? I thought I hid it pretty well.”

She opened the door with her foot. “You flirted with married women, grandmothers, great-great-grandmothers, and the occasional woman devoted to the gods. In other words, you were immensely friendly with anyone who would never take you up on it.”

“...You really noticed that?”

“I was looking.”

“I never noticed you.

“Well, you're not supposed to, are you? I mean, you're the Duke's son and I'm a mercenary. But I had reason, too.” She helped Daxton to a chair - a surprisingly sturdy one, that looked big enough to hold a bear comfortably. “I'm going to see to the horses. I'll be just a moment.”
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Cuckoo's Egg, a story of Tír na Cali for the Dungeon & Cave Call
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"Anything else, Mistress?" The slave, tall and dressed very handsomely, bowed to Lady Lillian.

"That will be all, thank you, Brandon." She dismissed him with a flap of her hand, negligent and casual.

"As you wish, Mistress." He bowed again and retreated to the cushion in the corner of the solarium.

Lady Lillian turned back to her guest, an older Baroness from the next Barony over. "Isn't he a dear?"

"He seems awfully - placid, I suppose, for an American." Lady Rose pursed her lips. "Is he wearing a shock collar?"

"Nothing like that, no, of course not." Lady Lillian giggled. "No, he's a volunteer."

"A... what? I didn't think we had those."

"Oh, yes. Morganna's been working with a few underground organizations. Gay people, transgender, submissive... they can't be who they are, in America."
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Captive of the Night Witch, a story for the Dungeon Call (@Inventrix)
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The Night Witch was, everyone knew, evil and dark and murderous and, above all, perhaps, terrifying. She ate people alive, it was said; she had paved the walk to her lair with the bones of her victims, many ground into powder over the years - decades - she had resided there. She held the entire small nation in terror, and worked great evil from her mountainside abode. The trees were twisted, it was said, for miles in every direction.

Up that mountainside, now, Candor was being dragged, past the trees, twisted and stunted and very very creepy, past the caves where the monsters were said to live, down the path of bone, which was, indeed, white and in some places powdered. They had him chained hand and foot, tricep and thigh, until he was more of a ball of chain than a Hero. They had him on a sled, dragging him up the bone path, past the black trees with their blood-red leaves. And they were taking him as a prisoner to the Night Witch.

And Candor was smiling.

Nobody could see it, of course. He was gagged - nobody would take one of his kind prisoner without a gag - and his face was pressed against his knees. The smile was more of a figure of speech than a physical expression, but Candor had stopped struggling some miles back, feigning tiredness but really just not wanting to risk breaking free too soon. He'd felt a chain wiggle, the last time he gave it a good shake. And his people were known for being strong. They should have used better chains.

The path crunched under the sled, and, though he could see very little, he could see the tibia of some woodland creature. She ate her prey alive, but that was no human bone. The minions dragging him were panting. The hill up to the Night Witch's cave was very steep.

Candor waited. They were almost there, and, when he was brought to the Night Witch, he knew, even bound like this, his plan would work.

The sled stopped. He could see nothing but the path, but he heard a door open. He heard the murmur of proud-minion-explanation. He heard the measured footsteps that had to be the Night Witch, and he saw the white leather toes of her boots.

Candor waited. The feet paused. Candor knew the moment she realized what she was seeing, the moment she recognized the tattoos and scars on his back.

"You?!" It was a gasp, from the Witch who was unshakable.

Candor smiled. Hello, darling.



Written to [personal profile] inventrix's prompt.

This may be fae apoc.

If you'd like to see more of this story, there is definitely more to be written! Just drop a tip in the the tip handcuffs:




We are as of this posting, $17 from three more prompters getting an extra 500-word story, and $35 from a rug for my cave!





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A Week In Alder
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The Highlights

Just So You Know

Dungeon Call Notes
October Theme Chosen

Serials
Edally Academy Chapter Thirteen
Jumping Rings: A Story of the Circled Plain Chapter Eight: Valran

Other People
K Orion Fray's prompt call
Clare_Dragonfly's Patreon

In My Life
Adventures in Cooking: pancetta, porchetta
These are a few of my favorite things...

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Evening in the Sunset, a story of Stranded World/Summer for Ladies' Bingo
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They had a yard.

Summer had grown up with a yard, of course, the rolling acres of the RoundTree estate, and Melinda had grown up in the 'burbs - but Bishop had spent his whole life in apartments and high-rises.

Now, with the giant house they were renting (they'd gotten lucky, but, as Melinda pointed out, they usually got lucky when they really needed to. Summer was their good luck charm, and she was totally fine with that), they had space, they had a kitchen, and they had a back yard.

"You're sure the landlord's okay with a fire pit?" Bishop moved the cement pavers around one more time. "Right here look good to you?"

"I think it ought to all be one inch to the left," Melinda teased. "Bishie, it's fine."

"It's more than fine. It's beautiful." Summer grabbed one side of the metal pit while Melinda grabbed the other. "Just like you, Bishie."
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Bring to the Table, a story for the Giraffe Call
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Shonie came over for game night, the same way she always did. She brought the same things the guys did - dice, books, a habit of complaining about the rules - and the same things the other girls in the group did - which included some snacks, some bottled water, and a bribe for May, Dave Carter's girlfriend and co-renter of the apartment in which they were gaming.

She brought something nobody else did, too - of course, in a group like this, everybody had a specialization. Shorter-Dave brought a habit of playing explosive rogues and a way of smoothing over conflicts. Jenn With All the N's brought the half-elf girls, always the half-elf girls, and an ability to find any loophole, anywhere, everywhere. SeKDillimn brought the snake - and other things, but usually the snake. And Shonie brought Handling Dave Carter.
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Okay, first, names: That's a combination of a friend's childhood group (everyone is firstnamelastname) and my own gaming group from a few years back (Jen vs. Jenn-n-n-n, Other Dave and Other Jeremy, key-mash screenames and things from gaming & the SCA. We had first Bob the Gangrel & then Mark the Gangrel, so. Gangrel it is.)

This is written to [personal profile] whuffle's prompt and is not in any current setting.

If you'd like to see more of this story, I bet there's more to be written. Just drop a tip in the the tip handcuffs:



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Mind. Blown. (Although it's a tiny thing and I probably should have thought of it before)
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What if Aunt Family is in the same world as Fairy Town?

What if it's in the same world as Cracks?

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Dungeon Call Closes this Evening! (Eastern DST)
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My Dungeons & Caves Call is still open! But only for the rest of today.

This prompt call is all about captured men, enslaved men, kidnapped men, submissive men, trapped men.

Leave a prompt, and I will write a micro/flash-fic. Tip, and I will write more words - 100 per $1US tipped.

(The cuffs are the tip jar)

And the more money donated, the more I'll write.

At $25, T. & I get take-out. Thai, I think, though it may be Indian. Reached! (It turned out to be Chinese. Mmm, shrimp-fried rice).

at $40, I will commission a piece of character art from a crowdfunded artist Reached!
(I will wait to see which story is most popular before commissioning a piece. Right now, "A Rescue of Sorts" is winning ;-)

At $50, I will write an extra fic for everyone. One prompter chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story. Reached! (I will write these once I've written all the original stories!)

At $75, three prompters chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story written to their prompt Reached! (I will write these once I've written all the original stories!)

We're at $83 as of this posting! Thank you, everyone!

At $100, three more prompters chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story.

At $120, I get a rug for my cave!

Go prompt, if you haven't!

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Other People's Prompt Calls!!
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The Artist Formerly Known as the Writer in my Attic, K Orion Fray ([personal profile] kissofjudas, is having a prompt call - here. The theme is "Ghosts and Spirits."
Prompting is free; tips buy story continuations.


And, in [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's Tuesday Fishbowl, she wrote "The Age of Reasons" to my prompt. It hasn't been sponsored yet, but it's a lovely poem!

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A proof, of sorts, a story for Thimbleful Thursday
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Thimbleful Thursday is a new microfic prompt site (mine!). This week's prompt was "Cut the Mustard" and the word limit was 500 (450-550).

This piece is 547 words, and it might soon become obvious what prompted it.



"You're never going to be able to do it, you know."

Shut up.

"You're never going to make it. You're just not good enough."

Shut up!

"You might as well face it. There's people who can do this sort of thing - and then there's you."

Shut Shut Shut UP!

"Why don't you just give up?"

"Shut UP!"



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A proof, of sorts, a story for Thimbleful Thursday
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Thimbleful Thursday is a new microfic prompt site (mine!). This week's prompt was "Cut the Mustard" and the word limit was 500 (450-550).

This piece is 547 words, and it might soon become obvious what prompted it.


"You're never going to be able to do it, you know."

Shut up.

"You're never going to make it. You're just not good enough."

Shut up!

"You might as well face it. There's people who can do this sort of thing - and then there's you."

Shut Shut Shut UP!

"Why don't you just give up?"

"Shut UP!"



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Adventures in Cooking
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Yesterday, I learned:

That porchetta is a food item (Wikipedia says it is "a savoury, fatty, and moist boneless pork roast of Italian culinary tradition"). It is also a food item that our local grocery store sells.

That pancetta is a food item. (Wikipedia says that is is "is Italian bacon made of pork belly meat that is salt cured and spiced with black pepper and sometimes other spices").

That my husband's handwriting can make pancetta look exactly like porcetta (it's that a-n) and that I should really check the list in the evening, before I go to the grocery store at 8:30 a.m.

That the recipe I want to make later this week calls for pancetta, not porchetta.

And that porchetta is very tasty, and very different from pancetta.

Time to hit the local butcher's!

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Scrum Wednesday Morning
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Work has been doing a scrum-style meeting every morning (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrum_(software_development)) for admin, so I thought I'd do something similar for me.

So, Yesterday I:
* Worked 8 hours, including a grocery run in the a.m. (which is also my home grocery shopping).
* Wrote 1168 words, including on two commissions and the giraffe call
* with T., stacked one wagonload (like this) of firewood
* took a 25-minute walk.
* oh, and did the cat litter

I found myself tired after work, so took after-dinner as a break-night and watched Dollhouse.

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Jumping Rings: A Story of the Circled Plain - Chapter Eight
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Valran, by Mellama photo unnamed_zpsa9b5ef54.png

Chapter Eight: Valran

Come



“Come.”

The female voice, again. Valran didn’t move.

“Come, Valran Servus. I am buying you.”

He risked looking up, now. It didn’t seem like the wisest idea, but there was something about her voice that demanded attention. So up Valran looked, into eyes like amber.

Keep reading on the webpage!

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Natural Prey, a story of Addergoole for the Giraffe Call
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Eamon had made his share of enemies in four years at Addergoole.

Everyone did, he supposed. Everyone got in somebody's way, everyone pissed someone off. He liked to think that he'd done right, at least. He'd made the bad guys angry, made almost all of the really bad ones somewhere between furious and spitting mad, and generally protected the small, the weak, and those who didn't know better yet. But that didn't make him any fewer enemies - that just made the ones he had stronger and more ruthless.

He watched his back his first year out of school. It was 2012, so there was a lot of watching to do, anyway. Watch out for the army, watch out for the monster-hunters. Watch out for the monsters, in at least three varieties. Help who you can.

He was actually pretty good at helping people, too. He was naturally gregarious and made more so by his Change; people liked him. He was a nice puppy. Big, friendly, affable, and nobody really thought too much about how big he was when he was helping them out of a jam. He made a bit of a name for himself - helping people out of difficult situations, playing fireman or EMT or whatever and then moving on while people were still grateful. It was, he hated to admit, fun. People liked him.

By the time he woke up with a splitting headache, he'd actually forgotten all about watching his back from school enemies, and he'd almost forgotten about watching out for the other threats. The world was done ending. It had been a few years.

And he was staring up at someone straddling him, trying desperately to remember how he'd gotten here - and why she was smiling.

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The Rescue? Continues? - a continuation for the Giraffe Call
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Previous: A Rescue, of Sorts

Daxton had dealt with mercenaries before - there had been the month of assassination attempts, and then there had been the border skirmishes, since his father's Duchy butted up again the Red Queen's land. He had learned, unpleasantly but quickly, that you did what you were told by the people in armor, or, Duke's son or not, they made certain you did what they wanted. He fell quiet and held still.

"This'll just take a minute." She pulled a leather roll from her belt and, from there, pulled a set of tiny tools. "Just hold still..." One slim tool went into the key-hole of Daxton's shackles, followed by another, this one at an angle. "Hold still..." Daxton hadn't moved, but, then again, she wasn't looking at him, she was looking at her work.

Three clicks later, the shackles had released. "Can you walk?"

"Yes." He was fairly certain he could, at least. "But-"

"Hsst, come on." She hauled him to his feet and shoved her shoulder under his arm. "We've got to get out of here before - well, we've got to get out of here."
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Next: Probably a Rescue.

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Other Duties As Needed, a story for the Giraffe Call
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"Miss Myers, when you I said I was willing to do anything..." Danny wiped sweat from his brow. He should just shut up. He kept talking. "I suppose the tone of your voice led me to think that, maybe, since you were looking for a 'personal assistant' and it was going to be work in my degree field..."

"You thought perhaps the work would either be sexual or related to business. I understand." Lilliam Myers sat down on stone wall with a practiced skirt-smoothing gesture that did not help Danny's concentration. She was fifteen years older than him and a thousand times richer and more successful. And he worked for her, and she was talking about sex. "You weren't expecting to be laying walls and mowing my lawn. It doesn't appear to be forwarding your position any, am I right?"

"Exactly." He picked up another brick and slotted it into place.
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Scrum Tuesday Morning
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Work has been doing a scrum-style meeting every morning (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrum_(software_development)) for admin, so I thought I'd do something similar for me.

So, yesterday, I:
* Worked for 8 hours!
* wrote 1775 words, including a Giraffe Call prompt, a Genderfunky prompt, and parts of two Giraffe Commissions.
* made this:




(which is a number chart for tracking food and exercising)
* hung my mirror in my bedroom (finally)
* hung my bulletin board in my cave to have a place to put the above velociraptor count
* with T, hauled and stacked one wagonload of wood into the house
* took a ~ 25-minute walk with T

Yay~

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Just so you all know..
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When I post "*GRIN*" in response to a comment, it's because you've actually gotten a face-stretching happy-emotions-making grin out of me.

Thank you for all those times.

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Pondering Patreon
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So [personal profile] clare_dragonfly has an awesome idea for a Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/clarekrmiller & I'm contemplating changing my model to be more similar to hers.

Thoughts?

Ideas?

I prefer to keep the patronage/reward monthly, rather than per-unit, in part 'cause my units are so darn small & constant & in part for more consistent income.

My current Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/aldersprig

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October Theme Chosen: Impossible situations (motif)
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After getting out of tie and then getting back INTO tie again, I used random.org to chose between Stranded World and Impossible Situations, and the winner is...


Impossible Situations!


There will be a mini-Call on this later in the month (once I wrap up the current call). I expect this to be fun. ;-)

As a note - November will not have a theme. November's theme is "Oh, bog, nano."

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Deep Deep Down in Kitty Town
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The hood over Rrrina's head smelled of menthol and nothing else, the world around her was muffled and her ears pinned against her head, and she was bound. Usually, when she ended up in this position, someone wanted to do something a bit naughty to her. This time... well, she wasn't ruling it out, but she thought that "naughty" might be in a completely different context than she was used to.

And she was being carried again, carried by a skin-job, a leopard in a man's body. This had to be the weirdest her life had been in - in - maybe in ever.

She was too turned around to have any sense of direction, the menthol in the hood made it impossible to navigate by scent, and her porter kept bouncing her, making it very hard to count steps. Had he stolen her? That's what he'd said. But stealing slaves was - it was bad, very bad. And her head felt funny. Something in the menthol? Something... this was bad.

Rrrina came to on a cushion, in a warm place that felt like sunshine. Three sets of training came into play, and she opened her eyes only halfway while letting her other senses take inventory.

The cushion was comfortable, soft, and warm. The heat was too omnidirectional to be sunlight, but maybe a sun lamp? It was bright but not unbearably so, and the light seemed to be coming from above. Her nose was still clogged, but, even so, she could smell other cats.

She opened her eyes. The floor, the fixtures - all white. In front of her, a lab-coat person. Her eyes opened further. A lab-coat-wearing feline, jaguar spots, now that was new. Her captor was there, too, shedding out of his overalls. He met Rrrina's gaze and smiled. It looked wrong, too feline in his human face

"Good, you're awake. Welcome to the Feline Rebellion."



After Down in Kitty Town, Entering Kitty Town, and Kit Town Maybe.

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Clockwork Apoc Test ficlet
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At this point, I need to pick a starting point and, you know, start a story. Help?

It was raining the day of the scheduled departure from Westville.

Emilia wasn't worried about rain. She could pilot her tiny airship through a lot worse than rain. She had once gotten across the Blank Plains - across them the wide way, no less! - in the middle of blizzard season, and not lost even a single finger on a single passenger.

But off to the southeast, across the Plains and coming closer, there was a lightning storm. And Emilia would not fly in lightning. No sane airship pilot would.

"I've got to get to Townburg." Her client was paying her very, very well, which was why she hadn't gagged him with his own cravat yet. "I've got to get Townburg soon."

"We can't fly today. We can't be in the air." Emilia pointed at the lightning breaking against the far horizon. "You see that? You know what lives in those lightning clouds, don't you?"

The client eyed her cautiously. "Superstitious nonsense."

"You can say it's superstition all you want. I've flown through a storm, once. Once is all I want to do that."

He sneered. "I thought you were the best."

"I am the best. That's how you know: I've survived flying through a storm." She sat down, making it as clear as possible that she wasn't going to move.

"But creatures that eat storm-energy? Monsters that live in the sky? That's peasant bunk."

"Then I'm a peasant." And also a scholar of history. "But my peasant ship isn't going anywhere until the storm clears."

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Planet Rules, a ficlet for the Genderfunky prompt call (@anke)
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Reyne tried to make a point of meeting all new visitors to the planet at the spaceport. For one, as cultural attache, it was part of the job. For another - Reyne liked the Mestaron, but they were extremely, extremely touchy about certain things - much as many humans were, come to think about it - and there had already been too many "incidents." Humans might be touchy, but it didn't mean they were cautious about others' touchiness when visiting other planets.

(It was a bit surprising that Reyne had been allowed to keep the position of cultural attache, once that first report, the one with the bolding and the caps-lock, had gone through, but part of the bolding-caps-lock-side-bar had covered the unusual situation of Reyne and others of similar unusualities.)

This particular contingent, however, Reyne made a point of taking a shuttle up to their ship and meeting them before they even thought about touching down. Dressed carefully, in clothing that was sufficiently formal to impress, sufficiently Mestaron-like to discomfit, and specifically and entirely androgynous, Reyne greeted each of the VIPs first in the current style of the Federation and then in the human-equivalent of the Mestaron style.
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Wanted: Reviews for Jumping Rings and Edally Academy
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Jumping Rings/Inner Circle
is on Web Fiction Guide here
and of course, its website is here


Edally Academy
is on Web Fiction Guide here
on Muse's Success here
and its website is here.

And I need reviews! Reviews drive traffic, they get people interested in the story, and they help with the rankings on both sites (still working on getting Jumping Rings up on Muse's).

What's more, reviews count as $5 towards a second weekly chapter - three reviews for Edally, and I'll post another chapter. Ditto for Jumping Rings. And, yes, I'll count a review written for one site and copy-pasted into the other as two.

Cheers!

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Dungeon-and-Cave #Promptcall open for three more days!
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Did you know I had a prompt call open? (Here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/819607.html).

The theme is "submissive men, chained men, captive men," and funds earned will go towards making my writing cave a comfy place for writing this winter.

We got to the "take-out" level quickly this month, so last night, T. and I had Chinese take-out. (Sesame chicken, shrimp fried rice, fried dumplings, & crab Rangoon) (turns out the kitten approves of shrimp fried rice!)

We've also reached the $40 art-from-a-crowdfunded-artist level (And I've just commissioned djinni to do a picture of the Samurai Catboy from the last giraffe call). I'll have to see if the choice is as easy this time as it was last time; if there's no clear favorite, I'll put up a poll when the Call is closed.

And we're $2 from everyone-gets-a-second-story!




So go prompt! Prompts don't have to be kinky and fics won't be sexually explicit unless you ask for it.

Then, if you like what you read, you can always tip for more story, at the discounted rate of $1/100 words.

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Putting Down the Burden, a story for the Dungeon-and-Cave #promptcall
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"It's the stereotype, right?" He shed his jacket and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it. The woman smiled encouragingly and let him talk. "Powerful guy, has it all." His shirt joined his jacket; his fingers and his speech slowed. The woman didn't mind - he was sculpted under the shirt, sleek, and clearly a bit nervous. "But he doesn't have any place to put 'it all' down. He doesn't have any place to not be in charge." His fingers lingered on the button to his pants.

The woman counted silently to three, waiting for the moment when he looked at her, when he looked for an answer. One, two... there. She stepped forward, gently moving his hand away from his waistband so that she could take over. "Yeah, it's the stereotype. And that's for a reason." She unbuttoned him, unzipped his fly, and with the same slender fingers pushed his pants down to his ankles. "But every theme has variations. Mmm, every song has a bridge."

"Every rose has its thorn?" he teased.

"And every night has its dawn." From her knees at her feet, she smiled up at him. "And sometimes, a powerful man needs to let go. Yes?"

He let out a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a plea. "Yeah. Yeah... yes."

"Then... let go. I'll be here to catch you, and I'll be here to put you back on your feet."

As the fireman sank slowly to his knees, the woman reached out, both hands, to hold his shoulders. Sometimes, they needed her to put out flames.



My Dungeon & Cave Call is open!

If you'd like to see more of this story, I'm sure I could come up with some;-) Just drop a tip in the the tip handcuffs:



Written to wispfox's prompt
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The Hazards of Magic, a drabbleish of the Aunt Family for the Genderfunk Call (@wyld_dandelyon)
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Dr. Elwood had been the obstetrician for the last seventeen Family births. A remote cousin by marriage, Dr. Elwood understood, at least more than a normal doctor might have, the problems implicit in just about everything a Family member did.

Which meant that, when he held Haley Stone's first child in his hands, he made sure that the nurses had cleared all extraneous family - all of them - out of the room before he spoke softly to Haley.

"Is it possible you - ah - indulged in some way during your pregnancy, Miss Stone?"

Her cheeks were already flushed, but he thought her expression might have been a bit guilty. "I never do drugs, Doctor. Is my baby all right?"

"Your baby is perfectly healthy, Miss Stone. And you know as well as I do that I didn't mean drugs."
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The Two Weeks In Alder
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The Highlights

What Follows is Live!

Prompt Me
~Leave a prompt, get a microfiction~
Cave & Dungeon Prompt Call - Submissive or Captured Men

Serials
Edally Academy Chapter Twelve: If You Call It a Fish, People Will Expect It to Swim
Jumping Rings Chapter Seven: Taslin

Blog Posts
A beginning of a basic overview of starting a webserial
Everyone Else is Doing It: October Goals

Patreon Fic
Family Reunion, for the Genderfunk Call
The Shape-Wizard's Apprentice

A Few Stories
Hallowe'en's Past, a ficlet for the Genderfunk call
Rock, Hard, Now What?, for the Dungeon Call
(Not Actually Demifiction) of Inner Circle - Whoops for the Demifiction Prompt Call
The Lands of the Circled Plain, a... setting story? for #3ww

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Strong Enough? (A fictlet for the Dungeons and Caves #promptcall)
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"I'm telling you, man, she's something else. She's in here like she's on the prowl, on the huuunt." Ted drew the word out like he was tasting it. "When's the last time you saw a chick in here like that?"

"Well, a)," Rick ticked off on a finger, "we haven't seen her yet, and 2), I haven't seen a chick in here at all, except Patty the bartender, since Donnie's wife came in after him. This is a sports bar, bro, and there's nothing here but a giant sausage fest."

"And beer." Donnie demonstrated by slinging his beer back in one giant swig. "And my good friends Jack and Johnny. Think you've had too much to drink, Teddy boy."

"What about you?" The whisky contralto snuck up on them, the sort of voice that tightened their pants and sped up their heart rates. "Are you strong enough?"
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My Dungeon & Cave Call is open!

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This story written to @dahob's prompt.

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Rock, Hard, Now what? (A story beginning for the Dungeon Call, @rix_Scaedu)
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"Well." The princess looked at the man kneeling in front of her. He, in turn glared up at her. "This is certainly a situation."

"No." His voice was harsh. "This is an inconvenience. What happens when you let me out of the chains - that's a situation."

"It certainly could be." She perched on an upholstered stool and studied him. He was all over muscle, fighter-style, and all over bruises and cuts. He was kneeling because he'd been chained that way, and even the chains, thick as her wrist, looked as if they were straining to hold him. "But here's the problem. I don't want to be here, you don't want to be here. And any solution that leads to one of us not being here leads to us both ending up dead."

"How do you figure, princess?" He sneered her title like an insult.

She didn't respond in kind. "You heard my father. I have to survive you for a year. And you have to survive me - which, I admit, should be easier for you." She ran her fingers over the hilt of her belt-knife. She wasn't helpless - but she had to sleep sometime.

"Like he'd kill his precious daughter."

"He is the King, and he gave his word. Emotion is secondary to honor." She needed to move. She stayed sitting down. "And if you kill me, you won't make it out of the city."

"I might."

"But you probably won't." She leaned down until she could look him levelly in the face. "So. Neither of us want to be here. How do we get through this?"




My Dungeon & Cave Call is open!

If you want more of this story - and this one could go on for a while!! - drop a tip in, ah, the tip handcuffs:


This story written to [personal profile] rix_scaedu's prompt. It is, I have to admit, a story I've tried to write several dozen times - however, this is the first time in quite a few years. So it's new, right?


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