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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.
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.
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?
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)

I have been published:
An Electric Tragedy
Addergoole, my ongoing webserial
Tales for the Sugar Cat, my ebook
Shifting Hearts, a therian romance
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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Give-me-something-fun-to-write Storylet 4: @kissofjudas
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I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the 4th prompt, from KissofJudas ("Was that door originally there?")


The team had been lost for days.

They didn't get lost. They'd been hired not to get lost; they'd been hand-picked not to get lost. They'd all specialized, in their own way, in not getting lost.

And they'd gotten more lost than they'd ever been before.

It was this place, this labyrinthine old stone stack, like Lovecraft's hotel meets an archaeologist's nightmare.

Alexa's hand brushed a doorknob, and it tingled. She stared at it.

They'd been over this stretch of hallway three times already - at least she thought they had. "Was this door originally here?"

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Give-me-something-fun-to-write Storylet 3: @dahob
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I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the 3rd prompt, from DaHob (She opens the man-sized box)

Zina walked around the thing three times before she starting cutting tape. It was the size of a coffin, not a typical birthday present at all, and labelled all over with caution and fragile stickers.

It was also the only present the northern baroness had gotten for this birthday.

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Give-me-something-fun-to-write Storylet 2: Kelkyag
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I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the 2nd prompt, from Kelkyag (Gremlins!)

The car stopped. Again. Geoff checked the trunk, under the seats, the glovebox, and the little side-cup holders, again. Someone had hexed him, it had to be. But where was the mark?

Under the hood, the gremlin giggled.

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Give-me-something-fun-to-write Storylet 1: @rix_Scaedu
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I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the first prompt, from Rix (When the family found out how great-grandma & great-granddad _really_ got together.)

"...and then I killed the beast." Great-grandma leaned back in her chair, grinning. "And since I'd killed it, I got its prize." Her hand landed comfortably on Great-grandpa's neck.

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Twenty-Three
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First Line of yesterday:

“Um... guys?” Lewis’ voice from the back of the party wagon cut off whatever DK’s next argument would be. “Guys, I think we have a problem.”

Last Line of yesterday:

Kill him. Kill him now. Kill him with fire and with silver, with cold iron and hot coals”

“Um...”


Current Word Count:
31891

Words Yesterday:
972

Par:
31780

Death Count:
9+

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Give me something fun to write
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And I will write at least 10 words of it.

(I'm suffering mid-nano burnout).

Bonus points (at least 20 words!) if it's Tir na Cali related, since that's this month's theme.

No promises re. cliffhangers.

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Twenty-One/Twenty-Two (another non-day in there)
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First Line of Monday:

It ripped my bandages but barely touched my skin.

Three shots rang out, one, two, three, steady and even as a metronome.


Last Line of yesterday:

Getting enough gas to even get to our destination is going to be tricky.”

Current Word Count:
30,920

Words Monday/Yesterday:
1621/310
I gave up and moved my wordcount goal from 45,000 down to 37,800. Stress, too much stress.

Par:
33,000 31,000

Death Count:
9+

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Nineteen/Twenty (non-day in there)
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First Line of Saturday:

I took inventory - Ess had a few nicks, and what looked like a blossoming bruise across the jaw, but not all that worse for all the wear we’d all just gotten.

Last Line of yesterday:

I stepped up just as it swiped at Candy, managing to catch most of the swipe on my jacket. It ripped my bandages but barely

Current Word Count:
28,989

Words Saturday:
2028

Words Yesterday:
209

Par:
30,000

(I decided that I could add 101 words to each day between today & the 30th, rather than stress myself yesterday)

Death Count:
9+


I still need to pick who died in chapter 4 and who was shot in chapter 5, also who went with them to the hospital. Any takers to pick from a list of names?

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Reynard, Introduction - a new story taking place in Fae Apoc/Addergoole 'verse
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Reynard woke to the point of a blade.

It was pointing, very, ah, pointedly, right between his eyes, and it was very clearly wood. He found it held his attention very... sharply.

The blade moved, although not in a way that he found at all comforting; it shifted from eye-crossingly close to his nose to ball-tighteningly close to his throat.

"The next word out of your mouth...." The voice warred for his attention with the blade. It was what had been called a whisky voice, throaty and husky. Definitely female, though. "...had better be yes."

Reynard swallowed, forcing his throat against the blade. Bad idea. He shifted - tried to shift. Something pricked into his wrists, which were, it appeared, tied behind his back.

Ah, it was all coming back to him. Yes, she had him in a very... tight... position.

"You Belong to me."

Yes, yes, that had been what he'd thought she'd say. He swallowed, reminding himself forcefully of the blade at his throat. "Yes."

He waited for the air pop, for the feeling of falling. It didn't come.

Still, the blade stopped poking him. He tried, hard, to bring his vision into focus.

She was putting the blade away. She was sheathing the blade, on her belt. That might be important later. Reynard swallowed. "Ah...?"

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Knowing Doomsday, a drabble of Boom/Cynara/BoomTown
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After:
Unrepentant
Eriko
Revenge


Cya was not used to people not knowing her.

She was used to people not knowing her name went with her face - not here, not in Cynopolis/Boom Town/Her City. It was, after all, her city. But she was not used to people not knowing that her name went with her reputation. Not anymore.

There were a few, of course. Boom were big, but they weren't actually the biggest crew in the world, and they weren't the only crew of fae out there, doing things.

But they were loud - explosive, even - and that meant that most people, at least in this corner of what had once been the United States, had heard of Boom. They hadn't always heard of Cynara, Red Doomsday. But when she said, "Cya, of Boom," most people knew who she was.

Dysmas was an odd case - Dysmas, and, now that she had her in a box, Eriko. They knew Cynara. They knew that her face - which had, after all, not changed in fifty years - went with the name Cynara, although they were more likely to put cy'Drake with it than Doomsday.

It was like a loose tooth. She couldn't help wiggling it.

Eriko was - not all that fun, not really. She was too stuck in her own little world, even now, even neck-deep in Cya's world, to really understand to whom she was talking - or, more importantly in Cya's way of thinking, to what.

So that left Dysmas to talk to. And she found, thus, that she kept seeking him out.

It took him a couple times to notice that she always seemed to be where he was. The third time she tracked him down - Found him, really - he was at a local market, looking over a tailor's wares.

"You seem to have a knack for finding me." He sounded like he was complaining. The tailor - who knew who was standing in his shop, since Cynara had Found him and offered him a place and custom - giggled nervously.

Dysmas didn't understand. "What?"

"You were joking, yes, sir?" Dysmas carried himself like one of the Returned Gods, like he expected tribute. The tailor - Sania, his name was, John Sania - must have assumed, thus, that he was a friend of Cya's. "She's Doomsday. Of course she can find you."

"Yes, of course." Dysmas was not very good at hiding it when he was confused. "She's... Cya, what is he talking about?"

She noticed the way the tailor found a way to be behind his counter, just then. She didn't blame him. She coughed, politely. "I'm Doomsday," she said, trying not to giggle. "I find things."

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Volunteer, a drabble of Tir na Cali
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I asked people here what their favorite Cali things were. This came from a backchannel prompt

"I hear you volunteered."

The woman - girl, the girl - was looking at Tom in a way that left him feeling naked and exposed.

Of course he was naked, except the steel collar locked around his neck. He raised one hand to it. It was light, lighter than he expected, but it was still metal, around his throat. "Um. Yeah. Err. Ma'am."

Her laugh sounded like bells. It had to be an affectation. Or she was really All Star Cheerleader of the Kinky Slave-owning Club. "I'm not the one you're going to have to ma'am. And I believe you'll be glad for it?"

"Ah?" Thomas coughed again. "And why is that?" He kept his eyes on her. It was best to keep his eyes on her.

"Because." She gestured, florid and flowery, and he had to look. "These are mine. And, while they enjoy it, I doubt you would."

In the shade of a marble awning, in the midst of the biggest garden-type-thing Tom had ever seen, four slaves posed languidly. By some definition, they were wearing more than him - they had tinkly little chains around their wrists and ankles, an they were smiling, hapy, mellow smiles.

Thomas coughed. "No. Ah, no, ma'am. Probably not."

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Moon Landing - Addergoole-Style
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Today's news covered the 45th Anniversary of the Moon Landing, which, in my Addergoole-centric way, made me realize it's been five years since I wrote the Addergoole story of the Moon Landing.

If You Believed..., titled from the R.E.M. lyrics, is set in Addergoole, 25 years after the moon Landing.

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Hey Tír na Cali readers...
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Favorite Cali character/subsetting/situation/scenario?

Anything you'd like to see me do more of?

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Seventeen (slow day)
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First Line of yesterday:

The world was on fire. Ahead of us, where Syracuse would be, the pre-sunrise sky was lit up with orange and shadowed with grey.

Last Line of yesterday:

“She shouldn't be moved,” Lewis sighed, “but we shouldn’t' stay here, either.”

Current Word Count:
25143

Words Yesterday:
1002

Par:
25500

Death Count:
6+

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In Which Physics is not my friend (Gardening)
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We have 8 4x6 raised beds against the garage in two 4-bed rows, made of 1x8" locust boards.

We bought - late in the season because of shenanigans - locust enough to raise 4 of the beds up to 16" (The posts were left tall last year for that purpose) and - even later in the season - compost/topsoil mix to fill them.

Saturday, I hauled approx. 100 gallons of dirt (mostly in 5 gallon buckets) to get one bed filled up to the top & transplanted a couple of plants that had been waiting (one poor little tomato plant is like 8" tall and already giving me one solitary tomato).

Yesterday, I was working on leveling the back beds up to their first boards before adding in the second row. I stood on the front board to smooth out some dirt...

...and the board tipped backwards out of its screwholes, neat as you please.

Whoops.

Longer screws, more screws, board replaced. But seeing all the roots there was kinda neat. Maybe my next project, I'll make clear plexi raised beds.

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Sixteen
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First Line of yesterday:

I don’t think we’ve ever acted so fast; we turned, we dove, as a team, taking him to the ground.

Last Line of yesterday:

I started to pry myself out of my seat, and then realized I didn't really have to; I could see it out the side windows, too.


Current Word Count:
24141

Words Yesterday:
1487

Par:
24,000

Death Count:


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Revenge? a continuation of Boom/Cynara (For @inventrix)
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After Eriko


It was tempting to some small, vindictive part of Cynara to leave Eriko down there.

The cells she had built were two stories underground, encased in solid rock and paneled in thick enough hawthorn to make any Workings pretty much impossible. They were connected to the city's grid - there was electricity, and water, and air - but they were, rather than under her house, under a warehouse in a completely different sector of the city. If she wanted to, she could close the outside door, seal the earth over it, and pretend there had never been anyone there at all, and nobody except her and Eriko would ever know the difference.

They - Boom - were, however, theoretically the good guys. It would take a fae a long time to starve to death - very long, if the things Cya had learned were any indication - and it was a horrible way to die. Not among the worse, but certainly not among the easiest ways Cya knew.

Thus, she had one of the City employees detailed to sending food down three times a day, and once a week, she visited the bitch herself.
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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Fifteen
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First Line of yesterday:

“Hey!” Mary managed to force the door open the rest of the way. “I wasn’t the one who screamed!”

Last Line of yesterday:

And by Remembered, I mean he grabbed Dorian by the back of the neck.

Current Word Count:
22,654

Words Yesterday:
1511

Par:
22,500

Death Count:
6?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
And one dead Swamp Thing


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I think this is my favorite 10-cent description of Tír na Cali yet
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me: During US Civil War, California said "no thank you," West coast split off into its own country.
me: modern era, except that the "US" - the rest of the country IRL - never quite got out of the 50's morality - rather prim, rather prudish, except underground - and Tir na Cali is known as a place of sexual licentiousness - run by a woman! - and sin. And they evil Californians like to steal away teenagers to California and sell them into slavery. Debauched slavery!

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Fourteen
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First Line of yesterday:

“So. Killing fae.” I’d said that already, hadn’t I?

Last Line of yesterday:

“We just wanted to see what was going on, and then we tripped over a foot, and I - I mean and Mary screamed.”

Current Word Count:
21143

Words Yesterday:
1524

Par:
21000

Death Count:
5?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.


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Jumping Rings: A Story of the Circled Plain Chapter Three
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Chapter Three: Taslin

Duck

“Duck! Damnit, Taslin, I said duck! The next time you miss, I’m going to leave you so sore you can’t lift a sword nor spear for a week!”

Gan was shouting. Taslin found her lips curling back in a grin, so, instead, she ducked her head. “Again, ma’am Ganlenrel?”

“Again! I’ll give you again, you worthless Outer-Circle mutant of a waste of armour, again, now, and what did I tell you about keeping that left arm up, Gladiator, keep your arm up and keep that shield up! Now duck, and what did I tell you about playing to the crowd?”

Taslin dropped down under Gan’s blade, rolled in a move she’d been practicing on her own, and came up just behind the trainer’s off-hand. “Don’t do it unless I can do it right, and forget playing to the crowd until I can survive three fights in a row with no new scars. Right now I’m fodder for the mill.”
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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen
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First Line of Friday:

He stepped over the body like a prom queen moving over a puddle.

Last Line of yesterday:

I swallowed. This part I didn’t like talking about. Hell, what fae did?

Current Word Count:
19619

Words Weekend:
4488

Par:
19500

Death Count:
Oh dear bog I've lost count. Umm...
5?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.


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And one more meme response
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Dr Who - Donna Noble. If Donna winds up there, I'm sure the Doctor will follow.
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/878555.html?thread=4710363#t4710363

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A blue-striped tigrinar: answers to the Tír na Cali xover meme
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Answers to the "give me a setting/char to xover with Cali meme here:

Luna Lovegood (who, I believe, has grey eyes) wanders vaguely into Cali!
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/745300.html?thread=2792276#cmt2792276

The Doctor in Tir Na Cali, please?
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/878555.html?thread=4709083#t4709083

Mind you... if a portal to another universe is going to open anywhere, it'd be Eureka.
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/878555.html?thread=4709851#t4709851

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"Stop Trying to Cheer Me Up!" Answers to Meme (@lilfluff, @inventrix)
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From the Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something meme here

Rin & Girey: "I think you missed your calling."
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2791583#cmt2791583

Kai & Conrad: "Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2791839#cmt2791839

Agatha and "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" or perhaps, "Stop trying to cheer me up!"
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2792095#cmt2792095

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Excerpt/Teaser
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Doing a bit of catching-up as well as trying to get CampNano words written today (it's raining and I'm sore everywhere after yesterday's yardwork/LARP).

Here's an excerpt from an Aunt Family piece I'm writing for Kelkyag that I thought people might find interesting as a stand-alone tidbit:

The Grannies liked pushovers, and that was something Evangaline was coming to learn was not just a function of their particular branch. Every Granny everywhere had some feeling that they should have been the Aunt, would have been better as the Aunt. And every Granny everywhere wanted a piece of the power.


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One Hell of a Mess, Answers to Memes
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From the Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something meme here

That group of people who pop through portals/doors to different universes: "That is one hell of a mess."
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2790815#cmt2790815

"This one's on me." Luke and Doug.
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/877118.html?thread=4705342#t4705342

"Can I tell you a secret?" Jin and Junie
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/877118.html?thread=4708158#t4708158

I think you missed your calling... Space accountant!
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/877118.html?thread=4706622#t4706622

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"Where the fuck did that clown come from...?" Answers to Memes
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From the Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something meme here

Cya and one of her Kept during AG: "This isn’t exactly what I had in mind."
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2790047#cmt2790047

Boom: "Everything’s going to be fine."
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2790303#cmt2790303

Sheen and Emrys: "Where the fuck did that clown come from?"
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2790559#cmt2790559

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Nine (Yay)
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First Line of yesterday:

“Sir. Sir, I’m sorry, there’s been a misunderstanding.”

Last Line of yesterday:

“Good.” He looked around at the mess. “You kids can fight.” He stepped over the body like the

Current Word Count:
15131

Words Yesterday:
1985

Par:
15,000

Death Count:
4
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Nine (Whoops)
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My parents were in town!

First Line of yesterday:

Of course, the house was locked, unlike the garage. But one of the Interfaith guys – Ric – turned out to have a secondary skill of picking locks.

Last Line of yesterday:

Well, right now was not the moment to change it, and I wasn’t going to involve Rebecca in someone waving a gun around, just because she - or, say, Jordan or Sophia or Brenden - looked more like good kids than I did.

Current Word Count:
13146

Words Yesterday:
933

Par:
13500

Death Count:
Still 3

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Serials - apology & request for help
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I apologize; it appears that "posting serials on time" is a skill that can atrophy from nonuse.

Inner Circle will be up today; Edally will be up next Wednesday, hopefully on its own new web page.

I could use some help!

I need to pick themes - https://wordpress.org/themes/ - for both Edally & Inner Circle. If you pick something (pref. free), I'll take it; if it doesn't work long-term, I can change it, but that will stop the decision freeze I'm having.

I also need (preferably Creative Commons or free-to-use) header images for both - something I can modify with the title (Unless you're feeling very helpful, in which case, something appropriate & modified with the title).

Again, my apologies, and thanks in advance.

~L~

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Eight (catching up)
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First Line of yesterday:

At first, it was one jeep, one khaki-green jeep driving by.

Last Line of yesterday:

And the garage was empty of cars, just the lawn mower and a couple of kayaks.

Current Word Count:
12213

Words Yesterday:
1617

Par:
12000

Death Count:
3
2 wounded
2 left the party

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Seven (shortish day)
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Glad I have - had - a buffer!

First Line of yesterday:

“That’s the best I can do for your arm here.”

Last Line of yesterday:

Then the army jeep showed up.

Current Word Count:
10596

Words Yesterday:
1323

Par:
10500

Death Count:
3

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Five/Six
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First Line of Saturday:

“Just head straight down this road for a bit.” Byron settled into the front seat.

Last Line of yesterday:

“Here we go.”

Current Word Count:
9273

Words Saturday/Yesterday:
1518/1524

Par:
9000

Death Count:
3
2 wounded

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The Collar Job, Part XIX (Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction)
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This is an ongoing Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction crossover.

Table of Contents here


Fade in from commercial to find Lord Lorcan the center of attention from the whole room. “I think I have a plan,” he begins. “You see, while the royals of Tír na Cali are as much prisoners in our country as our slaves our on our estates - some might say more so...”

Sophia, Duchess Charlotte Prentiss, is making her goodbyes while her entourage loads the car. “It was so nice of you to let me stay here, Lorcan, and so good to see you again.”

“Lovely to see you as well, Charlotte. You should visit more often, I do so enjoy your company.” He has to stand on his toes to kiss her cheeks, but he does so with no apparent discomfort or embarrassment. “You’re like a breath of fresh air here, and I do get tired of the stagnant ocean breeze.”

Charlotte’s laugh carries, the same way Lorcan’s voice and hers do - by design, without sounding as if they are doing so on purpose. Lorcan is smooth; he could be a grifter himself.

“Oh, Lorcan, you’re so funny. You really should visit me sometime.”

“Oh, I’ll try, but you know how my mother and my grandmum are. They don’t like to let me out of their sight for long.”

“You could tell them I’ll take good care of you, dear.”

“I’m sure they’d believe you, too. Oh,” He makes a moue, “where has my brain gone? I almost forgot my parting gift for you.”

Flash back to Lorcan, who is flipping through images on Lady Anastasia’s laptop - redheaded girl after redheaded girl. “The thing about Californian royalty - well, it’s two things. One. We all look the same. It’s not just dear Ana here and her sisters. We all look the same.”

“Your royals wear collars?” Parker leans forward to study an image - a mug shot, really, a girl in her late teens wearing a steel collar. Her hair is pulled back, and her face is nearly Ana’s.

“Two,” Lorcan answers, without appearing to notice the question, “we tend to fuck our slaves.”

He pretends not to notice the look that Hardison and Parker shoot Eliot.

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The Collar Job Landing ToC
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The Collar Job is an ongoing Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction crossover.

Part I (and on LJ),
Part II (and on LJ),
Part III (and on LJ),
Part IV (and on LJ),
Part V (and on LJ),
Part VI (and on LJ),
Part VII (and on LJ),
Part VIII (and on LJ),
Part IX (and on LJ),
Part X (and on LJ),
Part XI (and on LJ),
Deleted Scene (and on LJ)
Part XII (and on LJ)
Part XIII (and on LJ)
Part XIV (and on LJ)
Part XV (and on LJ)
Part XVI (and On LJ)
Part XVII (and on LJ)
Part XVIII (and on LJ)
Part XIX(and on LJ)

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Four
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First Line of yesterday:

For a few minutes, we drove in silence, except for Byron’s directions: turn here, turn there, go left.

Last Line of yesterday:

The river was burbling unhealthily, and we had miles to go before we slept.

Current Word Count:
6231

Words Yesterday:
1533

Par:
6000

Death Count:
3

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Three
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Template

First Line of yesterday:

The bus lurched and shook as I navigated the shoulder - and the curb, the mailboxes, and some yard - getting us to Byron’s shortcut.

Last Line of yesterday:

The bus quieted, just in time for us to hear the cannon fire.

Current Word Count:
4698

Words Yesterday:
1511

Par:
4500

Death Count:
~2

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Two
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First Line of yesterday:

Why don’t we share the van sounded so reasonable, until you got down to brass tacks.

Last Line of yesterday:

“Better than waiting, at least.”

Current Word Count:
3187

Words Yesterday:
1518

Par:
3000

Death Count:
~1

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Meme: Crossover
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Pick one:
Either a character from fandom enters one of my settings Tír na Cali, or a character(or archtype) from one of my settings Tír na Cali is transported into a fandom 'verse.

(e.g., Derek Morgan ends up in Tír na Cali, or a Californian born-slave ends up in the Potter'verse.)

and I'll write at least three sentences of the crossover.



My fandoms include:
Harry Potter
Criminal Minds
Leverage
Almost Human
Dr. Who (mostly new-series, can fake the old stuff)
Supernatural (through Season 5 so far)
Eureka

I'm sure I have others - ask and I'll say yea or nay

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July's Theme Will be... Tír na Cali
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My Patreon supporters voted, and, since there were only two of them at the voting level, I employed random.org to tiebreak.

The theme for July is Tír na Cali

Slavery, social imbalances, kink, matriarchies, magic, and did I mention slavery: Tír na Cali takes place in a modern-time alternate Earth.

Here, the west coast of what is the U.S. in our Earth is the Monarchy of California - Tír na Cali - ruled by a complicated, matriarchal bloodline of seemingly-ageless redheads. Due to a complex and very tense relationship between the nations, Americans are kidnapped into slavery, serving as the toys of the rich and powerful in Cali.

This dystopic setting is kink-heavy, but it has its fluffy moments (pun intended), and its magical moments - the bloodline ruling the country call themselves after the ancient Irish gods, the Tuatha Dé Danann, and they have powers to back up that calling.

The landing page for Tír na Cali is here - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/22621.html.

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Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day One
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First Line of yesterday:

“Hey, Emmett, grab me a beer while you’re-”

Last Line of yesterday:

“Why don’t we share the van?”

Current Word Count:
1669

Par:
1500

Words Yesterday:
1669

Death Count:
0

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July Theme-picking time
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I'm trying something new - monthly themes!

The theme can be a setting (e.g. Stranded World, Reiassan, Tir na Cali), a concept (Love stories, genderfuckery, during-the-apocalypse), or a type of work (Demifiction, Q&A, microflash fiction).

Theme suggestions are open here - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/738339.html



At the beginning of each month, I'll collate a list of 10 themes, and put it up for a vote from my Patreon patrons at the $5 level and higher.

During the month, I will post at least one piece a week, probably more, on that theme. If I chose to do a Giraffe Call that month, that will be the theme of the Call. If the Patreon campaign reaches a goal level, the fiction/Q&A/Art will be chosen from that theme, too.


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Meme meme meme
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Stole from [personal profile] recessional

Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something ("pairing" can also be "ensemble" or "set of friends" or whatever) Stumping the writer is probably not a good idea. :P

"Wait right there, don’t move!"

"That’s a good look for you."

"Could you repeat that?"

"Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”

"Everything’s going to be fine."

"This isn’t exactly what I had in mind."

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Must be a day ending in y."

"Stop trying to cheer me up!"

"You want me to do what?”

"It’s never too late."

"Please stay."

"If there’s one thing the world needs more of…"

"I’ve got one word for you: sing-along!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?

"That is one hell of a mess."

"There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…"

"Last time I ask you for a favor!"

"Come on."

"I need this."

”Don’t make it into a big deal.”

"You forgot to say the magic word."

"Where the fuck did that clown come from?"

"I’ll never unsee that."

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"This one’s on me."

"I’m lost."

"Give me a hand."

"I think you missed your calling."

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Demifiction Bingo Card...color me intrigued
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[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith created a demifiction bingo card. Color me intrigued.
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Weekend. Weekend. WEEKEND!
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Really, really nice weekend.

We went to a wine festival (yeah, again ;-) It's the Finger Lakes) Saturday morning. "Winestock," 45 minutes up the lake at Three Brothers Winery.

There were 15 wineries there - in addition to the three wineries and the brewery that mae up Three Brothers - and we stopped at Zugibie's (right down the road) beforehand.

There was a lot of wine.

There was a lot of wine.

There was a LOT of wine.

After the rout (rout? Fourth.) table, everything tasted very, very good.

:-)

Then there was LARP, and .. sleep. Nice sleep. good LARP. And today I played with raised beds and with the garden. And cleaned house, and watched Supernatural.

It was pretty good wine.

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Jumping Rings: A Story of the Circled Plain Chapter Two
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Chapter Two: Valran


Kneel



“Kneel, Valran Trestor.”

He wasn’t expecting it. He should have been; after all, he’d been working on the Outer Ring for a year now, doing his time to earn this very right, to hear those very words.

And yet still, when they came, Valran was taken aback. He turned to stare at the thin, robed, woman. She was wearing high-circle silks and thin sandals; she didn’t belong out here on the Outer Circle wall.

“Kneel, Valran Trestor.”

Here? In front of the wall team, in front of criminals and the desperate, the hungry and the mad?
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If we reach $40/month in Patreon or $45 in paypal donations - again, or a combination - readers will be able to choose between an outtake or meta/demifiction now or an epilogue chapter at the end.

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Orientation - Blaecleah - yr 27 - A continuation of Addergoole
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First: So, Who Are You?.
Previous: Bridge...


“Still here.” Sedge was still smiling, even if he was complaining.

“I know. But we're leaving.” Niobe gave Blaecleah's hand another squeeze. “Come on, kiddo.”

“Kiddo?”

“Probably not the best nickname, sorry. Come on, Blaecleah.”

“I could...”

“Later, Sedge. You've given me something to think about, and so right now, I'm going to think about this lovely gift.” She moved from an amble to a swift walk; Blaecleah had no trouble keeping up, at least.

“Where are we... oh. Your room, right?” He swallowed. “Can I talk?”

“You're talking, aren't you?”

“Um, yeah, but you didn't say I could.”

“More importantly at the moment, I didn't say you couldn't. Yes. Yes, you can talk. And yes, we're going to my room.”

“Thanks. I - I've never done this before.”

“I'd be surprised if you had. You can't be Kept before you're an adult, except here, and here is... weird.”

“Here is weird.” That was something they could agree on, that was for sure.

She paused - halfway down the stairs. Blaecleah stumbled but managed to catch himself before he jerked on her arm. “Why did you agree to the collar, Blaecleah?”

He swallowed. “It was kind of dumb.”

“I'm not saying it wasn't. But why?”

“He said I was soft. That I wouldn't survive here.”

“Aah.” She started walking again. “That makes sense.”

“It does?” He hurried to catch up, feeling the way she was holding his hand like a leash - oh, dead gods, leashes...

“I'd have done the same thing. Pride gets people into messes sense would never allow - and now I'm quoting one of my mothers, look what you've done.”

“I'm, ah, sorry?” He coughed. One of my mothers? Damn, he didn't have any, and she had more than one?

“Don't be. I mean.” She stopped again. At least this time they were on a level surface. “That wasn't an order.”

“Hunh? Oh. Oh! Can you... can you do that?”

“Yeah. She closed her eyes for a minute. “I can do almost anything I want to you, kid, and the almost is because we're here.”

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The Collar Job, Part XVIII (Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction)
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This is an ongoing Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction crossover.

Table of Contents here


Fade in from commercial. Lady Anastasia has Alec Hardison pinned to the floor, one hand pointing a gun at his chest. Her eyes, however, are on Sophie and Parker.

“You really are a family, aren't you?”

The two women - and Alec - look to Nate. He clears his throat, and steps forward, commanding Ana's attention. “We're a team,” he begins. “We started out as a bunch of professional criminals. The longer we worked together, the more of a team we became.”

“You came here to extract your teammate.” There's no question at all in her voice. Still on his knees, Eliot rolls his shoulders. “People just don't get free from a Californian slave collar.”

“We came to steal us an Eliot.” Nate nods, his fingers steepled. “And you caught us out. So the ball is, ah, in your court, Lady Anastasia. What would you have us do?”
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