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Welcome to Alder's Grove
Leaf
aldersprig
"Because everything is better with the end of the world."

Welcome! Below you can find hundreds - thousands, really - of posts, many of them fiction.

I write a lot - much in established universes, some in one-off settings. Much of what I write ends up here. In addition, you'll find homesteading blogging, the occasional crafts-and-clothing post, and journals of my wine-tourism of New York State.

Here (and here on Livejournal) you'll find an index of my universes. Each 'verse has its own landing page with an index of stories within.

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. Or you can become a Patreon Patron and unlock even more fiction!

Enjoy!

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Garb/dress advice needed
LynKnitting
aldersprig
I am making a kirtle/cotehardie in a hurry, based off of this page.

Since the original plan was for a T-tunic, I'm a little short on length in my original fabric. I decided to make a virtue out of necessity and hem the thing with a deep (~9") guard of a brighter cut of the same fabric.

Right now, what I have is a dress (sleeveless, working on that too) with 10 different hemlines, up to 6" different in length (I had some math errors, I think, or some measuring errors).

Since the hem is going to be an encased hem, I can't just sew a strip to the dress and then hem it at the bottom.

So: What's the easiest way to get a level hem while attaching a deep guard to the bottom of my dress?

Additionally, aesthetically - should I add a strip of the brighter material to the end of the sleeve (which will be belled), inserted just above the elbow as a band, or both?

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On the Lifeboat, a continuation of Fae Apoc for the Giraffe Call/Kuro_Neko
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aldersprig
Written to Kuro-Neko's commissioned continuation of Survival, of Fae Apoc, sometime in late 2011/early 2012.

Three, two... “Are you saying...” Ross Wetherschilde spoke slowly, as if not quite wanting to get to the end of his sentence. “...that there is a ‘fae’ onboard this life raft?”

“Of course that’s what she’s freaking saying, you freaking nincompoop!” Tanya Jones spoke fast enough for three Ross Wetherschildes. “The question is, how does she know! And who?”

“I think it’s obvious, don’t you?” Yonrit thought she knew every voice on the raft, but this one made her open her eyes: small, sardonic, and very quiet. Aah, the slender woman who had barely spoken since the crash, of course. “There’s one way to know for certain that someone is fae.”

She met Yonrit’s eyes; Yonrit didn’t look away. Around them, the conversation seemed to roil and bubble.

“...stab ‘em with rowan, that’s how!”

“Iron, you hang a horseshoe on your doorway.”
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The Light, a microfic of Fae Apoc for Thimbleful Thursday
Leaf
aldersprig
Leave a Light On(4)

Every evening, just before dusk, Margolotta lit the two blue lamps by the front door. They burned all night, every night, even when oil was scarce, even when they had been struggling the worst. It had been fifteen years, and still she walked out the front door and put a flame those lights every night.

"For guests," she said, whenever asked. The roads weren't safe to travel at night, and no guests came after dusk. But still, she lit the lamps. "For guests."

On clear nights, she'd wait on the front porch, staring down the road. He'd promised he'd come back, and she'd promised she'd leave the light on.




written to May 28th's Thimbleful Thursday prompt.

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Help-me-find-focus poll
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aldersprig
If you haven't yet voted in my poll, please take a look.

If you don't have a DW account, you can vote in the comments.

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The "Trial", a continuation of Boom/Cynara/Cloverleaf
Leaf
aldersprig
After:
Unrepentant
Eriko
Revenge
Knowing Doomsday
Celebrity, and
[personal profile] inventrix's Under Arrest


Dysmas’ jaw was broken, a shattered mess of pain. And his ankles were itching with the particular irritation that suggested hawthorn. He was blindfolded, his hands bound, and he was stuck - well, he didn’t know where he was stuck, but the chains tethering his ankles had very little give.

He wondered how Leofric had caught him - or if the dumb cy’Luca even had bothered looking for actual offenses. Either way, he’d been ready for Dysmas. The blindfold, the broken jaw... the kid might not have even been able to handle being Kept for a year, but Luke’s lessons must have done some good.

And now - now what? Dysmas squirmed. He couldn’t get out of the bindings, couldn’t Work anything. He tried to speak, only to find that he couldn’t even properly shape a Word soundlessly right now.
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Help Me Find Some Focus
Leaf
aldersprig
I have too many for-fun projects floating around, and it's clogging up my focus!

Which of these would you prefer I focus on?



(if you do not have a DW account, pls. feel free to vote in the comments)

("whichever you want" is not a helpful answer in this case :-P)

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All the Schools Ever: Addergoole East
Leaf
aldersprig
Staff

Dean Storm (Kailani)

Tempest, her granddaughter and a doctor

Petra, daughter of Taro, the Dean's bodyguard.

Kavan Pensus (seems to teach martial arts; male)

Houses: possibly by this comment - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/725782.html?thread=2700566#cmt2700566

Motto: "We Learn so that we might improve."
"To learn, ergo, to improve."
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Professor Heron (name pending)
5 ft. 8 in. tall., slim athletic build, mid back tight curls black hair.
bluegrey eyes, ebony skin.

waterbird related Change; Significant physical Changes include hands and/or feet
Innate ability can transform furnishings in some way.

She teaches Transfiguration?

She teaches applied mathmatics and was a friend of Reid Solomon's. While she had no interest in the original program, she liked the idea of teaching fae children.
Her best words are Yaku and eperu.

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Yet More Brassica!
Leaf
aldersprig


Yesterday I planted kale!

Tonight, I'm going to plant kohlrabi!

Left on my list of brassicae to buy: mustard (for seed, I don't like eating bitter greens <.<) and broccoli.

And I'm going to plant some turnips (Brassica rapa subsp. rapa)...

The list so far:
Horseradish, daikon radish, turnip (Brassicaceae family)
Cauliflower in three colors
brussels sprouts
bok choy
kale
kohlrabi
mustard
Broccoli


Any I'm missing? :-D

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Early World- and Fashion-Building: Reiassan/Homeland
Leaf
aldersprig
Okay!

So, when we (I) talk about the proto-Calenyena (lit, people of the Calentata, from Bitrani/Tabersi Shalenti, rulership-by-lay-priest, see Caliphate.), I'm talking about the Rinzyanena, (lit, "People of Rinzyant," "People-of-this-place").

In turn, the Rinzyanena were formed from three-plus tribes of nomadic goat-herders who were trapped by a series of earthquakes in a lush southern valley. Although the tribes spent quite a bit of time warring, they spent their downtime talking with each other and intermarrying, to the point where they were eventually one people.

Fashion: the tribes who became the Rinzyanena (whose names are lost to history) wore four primary garments: a tightly fitted vest and very short pants or hip-wrap of brightly colored felted goat wool, and chaps and a long split jacket of the same. They had narrow woven wool fabric at this time, similar to tablet weaving. And most of their garments were heavily embroidered, since embroidery is a very portable craft.

It was not until they settled into a more agricultural lifestyle in Rinzyant Valley that they discovered a flax-like plant and began weaving fabric wide enough for garments; the first woven garment commonly in use was a sleeveless tunic, essentially a rectangle with a neck-hole and side seams, which went under the vest.

It was here that the use of the side-buttoning on the vest first began: they had recently created metal buttons. A tribal chief, wishing to be obviously visible in battle, had run a line of buttons very close together on right right side of his vest (he was left-handed). Soon, right-buttoning was a thing for chiefs and others they determined worthy, because a chief had first done it.

That's all I have for today! Next tricky bit: the Rinzyanena meet the other two major nations on this continent.

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Celebrity, a drabble of Boom/Cynara/Cloverleaf
Leaf
aldersprig
After:
Unrepentant
Eriko
Revenge
Knowing Doomsday


It struck Dysmas as strange, the way Cloverleaf seemed to talk about Cynara.

For one thing, they talked about her. Not in hushed tones, not truly in reverent tones. They gossipped. If the town had boasted the equivalent of the Daily Mail (It did, but he hadn't discovered it yet), they would have been posting pictures of Cya with her latest Kept, a skinny blonde boy with outrageous horns. As it was, they just talked about all of those things. Over coffee. Over transactions. Over work. She was a celebrity.

The person they were talking about, Dysmas decided, was some sort of myth. Like Brittany Spears or Princess Diana, back before the world had ended. They'd built up their stories about her.

"Well, I'm sure she can take on the bandits again. She built the city with her bare hands," one shopkeeper huffed at another. "A couple skinny starving bandits aren't going to be a problem."

And "I hope there's a space open in Doomsday Academy when my James is old enough. I know there's the local schools, but Doomsday has the best education."

Dysmas wondered if they knew they were putting all their faith on a lie. He wondered what they would think about the Cynara he knew.

He looked down at his current dinner, still lost in the mind-control trance they'd taken great pains to tell him was illegal. This idiot had been talking about Cynara making some threat go away by talking to it. She wouldn't miss the half-hour he'd taken at all.

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Misery is a Privilege, a story of ~fae apoc for #3WW in re. our current twitter conversation
Leaf
aldersprig
Sometimes, the 3 words just write the story.
3-Word Wednesday, Misery, Privilege, Stale.


"Misery is a privilege." Her jail-keeper - her Mentor and teacher - dropped a heel of stale bread through the slit in the door. It was followed quickly by a very small tureen of what would probably be equally-stale water, and a very thin slice of sausage.

Cha didn't answer this time. She had tried answering last time, and the meat had gone away. She sat, the way she had been instructed, head pressed to her knees, and accepted her instruction.

"Misery tells you several things. It tells you that you are still alive, first and foremost. It tells you what you want. And, like pain, it tells you what is wrong.

"So tell me, Charla, what is it you want?"

Cha didn't look up. She had not been instructed to look up. "Ma'am?"

"It is a simple question... but it isn't, is it? The first thing that comes to your mind will do for now."

"Sunshine, ma'am."

A second slice of meat slipped through the door slot. "Well, then, Charla, I think you better figure out how to find it. It's time to start learning, dear."

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Kin and More Kin, a ficlet continuation of Addergoole later-years
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aldersprig
After Kith & Kin


“There are ten,” Caitrin told Regine. “Ten of them, and as far as I can tell they’re genetically identical. You can’t bring them in all at once; it would be half a class. But if they Change early...”

Regine had considered the problem for a moment. “We’ll start them early, and bring them in two at a time. That should give them time to adjust to their clone siblings.”



“At least one more.” Trijntje walked into the suite she shared with Kat and two non-clones. The non-clones -- Aria and Mariah -- were nowhere to be seen, common for when they had sister-company over. “She looks like she belongs to one of the superreligious cults, that’ll be fun.”

Caileigh coughed quietly. She was the one of the two fourth-year sister-clones this year, and had always been the shyest of them. “Maybe, ah, maybe I should talk to her? It can be hard, coming here, if you grew up in a Simple place.”

Only Caileigh could capitalize Simple with her voice. She capitalized a lot of words; Trijntje couldn’t imagine what she’d been like when she first showed up. “You’re in charge this year. You and Ríona.” She nodded her head at the other older-sister-clone. “She’s pretty obvious, I mean, she’s wearing one of those smock-dress things.” Her hands trailed over her tight shirt, indicating the baggy pleated-front of the new clone-sister’s dress. “And a bonnet. And also, she might be fainting.”

“Three!” Ríona glared disapprovingly at Trijntje. “You didn’t let yourself get seen, did you?”

“Well, a little, yeah.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m new at this, remember? Last year, I was the new girl.

“Besides,” she added, in a mutter she knew her sister-clones would hear, “I wanted to see if she recognized me.”

Echoing silence pounded at Trijntje from all three of her sister-clones. She turned away and stared resolutely at the wall. How had she ended up the freak, when they were all, technically, the same person?

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On the Other Side of the Door, a continuation of a fanfic of Narnia and ???
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aldersprig
first: A Door in the Wall
II.
Peter insisted on leading the way, of course. “I wish I had my sword.”

“Fat lot of good it would do you, climbing through a tunnel,” Edmund scoffed. The tunnel - for indeed the door opened into a tunnel, planked in wood and about hip-high on Peter, who was still the tallest of them. “Do you remember that time—”

“Hsst.” It was all three of them at once shushing him. Edmund colored but closed his mouth; he knew as well as they all did that one did not speak of Narnia where grown-ups might be listening. And in this place, with tunnels in the walls, who knew who might be listening?

“I’ll go second, then,” Edmund allowed, with poor grace but at least a little common sense. “Lu, you bring up the rear. And remember—”

“Of course, Edmund.” Lucy sighed loudly. “I shan’t close the door all the way behind me.”

“Lu, there’s no need to be like that.” Peter dropped down to his knees and clambered into the tunnel. “Edmund, do you have a torch?”
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Outrunning the Fireball, a story of Fae Apoc for the Giraffe Call (@jeriendhal)
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Written to [personal profile] jeriendhal's prompt here to my Giraffe Call.

Aiden is the grandson of Shahin and Emrys from
Addergoole, via their son and daughter Morganna and Arturo. So when he thinks about his grandparents, ah, there's only two of them. (And only three great-grandparents).

Year 53 or so of the Addergoole School, 2047


The problem with leaving the family business, Aiden was discovering, was that it didn't really leave you.

He was trying, trying very hard, to be a good guy. Which, he supposed, his mother and grandmother and so on had as well, but let's be honest, his grandparents were the sort of people who would take over a city for its own good and take ten percent off the top for living expenses and wardrobe before they worried about the starving children in the streets.

Aiden was trying not to be that person.
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Cya's Printing Press, a story of Cloverleaf
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aldersprig
Johannes enjoyed his new job quite a bit.

The work was rewarding and just challenging enough to be interesting. His co-workers were pleasant, the pay was good, and it left him plenty of time to pursue his primary hobby.

What was more, in Cloverleaf, he and Adella didn't have to hide. He didn't have to keep a shop full of fabric and paper just in case someone wanted to see him making something. He didn't have to Mask if he didn't want to. He didn't have to live in fear of a slip-up dooming both him and his sister. In Cloverleaf, people walked around un-Masked all the time. In Cloverleaf, if you said you were fae at the front gate, they asked you what your skills were.

Which was, incidentally, how Johannes had gotten his job. He'd been in the middle of the immigration paperwork when a red-headed woman had grabbed his hand. "You can Create. That's what you said, right? Create and objects, and you can do cloth? Paper?"

"...yes." The woman had the most phenomenal mink stole... no, it was her tail, wrapped around her leg.

"Good. I need a printing press. I hope you need a job."

"...my sister." he was not normally left this without words.

"We'll find her a job too. You - you I have an immediate need for." She'd hesitated for a moment, and then added, "I'll throw in lodgings, a good two-bedroom house near work. But I really need you."

Ad thus Johannes had found himself settled in a very nice office in a building called simply The Press, teamed with a woman whose power allowed her to take in the entire contents of a book and whose Words allowed her to download that information into someone else's mind without utterly overwhelming them. Zayda didn't talk much, but since she spent large portions of the day in Johannes' brain, they didn't need much conversation.

The most interesting part of their job came when the Press got its hands on a book - often borrowed-slash-requisitioned from new immigrants to the city. Zayda would absorb the text, and then Johannes would get the artistic task of reproducing the feel and heft of the book, although often in better shape than the original. There was a craftsmanship to it, and Johannes marked every book with their combined chop with pride and a sense of a job well done. The Press supplied both the Library and a book store, which, Johannes was given to understand, paid most of his salary.

The best part of his job, however, was that it gave him time to pursue his hobby, and it gave him plenty of practice with the Words he needed. In Cloverleaf, nobody thought it strange if he and Adella had a new outfit each day, or if Adella sold copies of their outrageous get-ups in her little shop. Indeed, a small, select group of people might know that he was one of the two people who made Cloverleaf's money (as well as the city's books) - but everyone knew him as the guy with the best clothes. And wearing a Johannes original was quickly becoming a status symbol in this little town.

Johannes was enjoying his new life quite a bit. And, on top of everything else, he got to make money.

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In Which Mieve Explains Some Things (FaeApoc, Amrit/Mieve)
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aldersprig
First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit is Confused.

Fae Apoc, approx. now.

Content Warnings: This setting, although not this ficlet, contains rape, mind control, and dubious consent situations.

This particular story contains kidnapping and slavery, bondage, violence, and will eventually contain Stockholm Syndrome.

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I haven't tried this recipe yet, but the pie is something like this

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More Brassica Planting!
Leaf
aldersprig


Tuesday, I put more brassicae in the ground!

This time it was a row of Brussels Sprouts, which despite growing like a tall stick of vegetation, require like 18" of spacing. I like planting stuff close together - French Intensive Gardening or Square Foot Gardening style - so spacing things that far apart is weird. But they don't seem to thrive without the space.

Then a row of cabbage. Cabbage! We'll see if we actually eat it...

I've got room for one more row in this bed. I think it'll be half kale and half broccoli.

Gooooooo Team Brassica!

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I Should Visit, a story of Regine/Addergoole/Doomsday
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aldersprig
The one date reference in this currently sets it in 2053, year 59 of the Addergoole School and 11 of Doomsday Academy. However, I may move it a little later, to coincide with a project Inventrix & I are considering, one said Inventrix wakes up to consult. :-)

Regine had a tendency to come to decisions slowly - not because she was in any way stupid, but because she liked to consider all angles of an issue and, on non-critical matters, saw no reason to go quickly. (In that, she was much like the old Grigori that had raised her, a fact Luke would not mention out loud or even think loudly where anyone might overhear it.)

Because of this, she often took long enough to reach a decision that Luke, having already gone through a much more blunt-object style of thought, was taken by surprise by the time she announced her results.

"I believe I should visit this 'Doomsday Academy', she announced, over a dinner shared between their crew.

Luke nearly choked on his beer. Regine raised her sculpted eyebrows at him.

"You have visited several times by now, haven't you? And Michael here has visited so often that they have named a new drink after him. It is a project by an Addergoole graduate, and thus I have a vested interest in visiting."
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A Very Short Cya Doomsday Story
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aldersprig
On her 94th birthday, Cya Red Doomsday allowed her hair to return to its natural brown. However, she kept one lock of hair her trademark red, just above her left temple.

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Unless you see the Body, a story for the Giraffe Call (@InspectrCaracal)
Leaf
aldersprig
Written to [personal profile] inventrix's prompt here to my Giraffe Call!

This is at least in part due to watching Far Too Much Venture Brothers and contemplating a semi-Venture-Brothers-style webserial recently.


"Well?" Dragonfly looked around her minions. "Did you do it right this time?"

One of the more nervous minions stepped forward. Faceless in her smooth mask, featureless in her robe-and-loose-pants, the minion's glove held her only identification. Seventy-two.

It had been a very bad year for henchwomen.

"She fell off the edge of Tanaron Cliff, ma'am. She doesn't have flight powers, she doesn't have super-science. She's dead."

Dragonfly sighed. "Take me there." When they hesitated, she raised her voice. "Take me there!" The problem with henchwomen was that you either ended up with smart ones that betrayed you or loyal ones that just weren't fast enough. "Come on. Let me see the place where she fell off the cliff."

She was going to have to run Henchwoman Training School again, she could see. If this particular group survived their own mistakes.

~

"She's gone! That blight on the face of femininity is dead!" The Matriarch did not often engage in ranting or raving, but she felt the situation deserved it this time. "She will never survive the death trap; nobody ever has."

"Um, ma'am?" One of her perfectly-clad minions bowed cautiously. "The death trap is empty, ma'am."

The Matriarch hissed. "Well, then, fix the problem! What happened to her?"

"I, ah, I'm not certain, ma'am. But we did find three of your Techniors naked and unconscious in the observation room by the death trap."

The Matriarch hissed. "Next time, next time I'm going to put a bullet through her myself. No matter how male that might be."

~

The Firebrand brought up the giant fireball that was her namesake power and most favorite trick. She flooded the room - the room which had one exit, which she was blocking - with her superheated flame.

When the flames died away, the room was empty, without even a charred bone remaining. She was gone. Dead. Eliminated.

~

"Well." She pulled another, identical, super-suit from the closet and dusted off the charred remains of her last one. "Note to self," she called to her computer. "Check up on the Matriarch next week. That death trap has to be completely dismantled before some other schmoe falls into it. And then send Dragonfly a sympathy card. She really ought to have better henchwomen."

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A Continuing discussion in comments
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aldersprig
If you enjoyed [personal profile] inventrix's piece Thank You and my response piece, you might want to check the DW comments of my response for the continuing story.

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Revel, a beginning of a Fanfic (TPB) (MCU)
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aldersprig
"Friend Pepper, shall we revel?" Thor waggled his eyebrows playfully.

"Why, Thor, I think that would be a lovely idea." Pepper poured two glasses of her favorite Norwegian Silvaner and returned the smile. "Why don't we revel around this glass of wine, mmm?"

"Bah, wine. Pour me some ale!" Thor's smile only grew as he sipped the wine. "This is a fine revel indeed, Friend Pepper."

The first time he'd asked her that, Friend Pepper, shall we revel, the Avengers had just finished a successful raid on a Hydra facility. Tony and Bruce had disappeared into the lab, the way they did, and Pepper had been left minding the party, the way she did.

Three or four or seventeen drinks in - it was unlike her to lose count, but she'd been more than a little irritated with Tony and drinking let her pretend she was't - she'd found herself wondering what a god's lips taste like. Several more drinks later, she'd found out.
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Giving in, a story (beginning) of Tir na Cali as per @Cluudle's request
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Involves slavery and discussion of corporal punishment


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Brassica Planting!
Leaf
aldersprig


Today I leveled (mostly) one of my 12" deep raised beds, by digging a hole down to the bottom of the 2' stake and then hammering the thing down with a mallet. Whee! HulkLyn Smash!

Then I used the backfilled hole to plant a Horseradish, because a 2' deep hole filled with loose dirt and peat is about the nicest, deepest hole I'm gonna get for a root plant like that.

Once I'd hauled over some more compost-dirt mix and peat moss and mixed the whole thing up like a particularly giant brownie mix, I started putting in the rest of the plants, yay! (well, first I laid down ground cloth).

This is Brassica Bed One - We're not growing many nightshades this year, to defeat the blight problem we've been having, so we're overcompensating with All Dah Brassicaceae. First in is a multi-color mix of cauliflower and then a four-pack of purple cauliflower. When I go back out, a row of baby bok choy. Whee!

It helps, I suppose, that we really like EATING brassicaeae.


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Survival, a story of the Fae Apoc for the Giraffe Call (@dahob)
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Written to dahob's prompt to my Giraffe Call!

Set in the world of Fae Apoc, sometime in late 2011/early 2012.

Day five. They were beginning to run low on supplies, no matter how carefully Yonit parceled everything out. Carl had a massive cut running down his calf, and it gotten infected, despite all of their care. They had spent the last four days complaining about the fae, wishing them all dead, and pacing the tiny, cramped life boat.

A massive fight between someone calling themselves Llŷr and someone who claimed to be Poseidon had swamped the Atalus in the middle of a trans-oceanic trip. Yonit had been one of twenty-two people who had made it into this lifeboat; they'd lost radio contact with the other boats two days ago.

And now - now they were running low on supplies, and the bitching about the fae was getting worse, and Carl had a fever. She'd done what she could in whispers and muttering, but there was no privacy in the little tube of a boat, and she needed to be able to concentrate.

"I guess," Carl muttered, sounding half-delirious, "you guys will have to eat me first. I hear the heart's good eating. Save that for the women."

Yonit swallowed hard. "Would you guys..." She was going to die. She was going to die one way or the other. Maybe she could manage to save them. "Would you rather be... be reduced to cannibalism? Or would you rather be on the boat with a fae? 'Cause, um... some fae have the ability to make food. And water."

She closed her eyes and waited for the shouting to start.



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Foedus Planetarum - The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part VIII
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Not part of [community profile] trope_bingo, but a filler important to the story

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in story: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part VII


“I am sorry, I truly am. But my safety protocols do not allow me to open for you.”

“Look, I’m a biological clone of your owner. For all genetic purposes, I am Nehanani Jahnan.”

“For genetic purposes, yes. But not for my purposes.”

Covair hissed. “You are a machine. You should listen when people tell you to do something.”

“I am an artificial intelligence, not an artificial stupidity. You are not Nehanani Jahnan. Therefore, I’m not letting you in.”
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Home Sweet Home, a story of the Giraffe Call (@anke)
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Written to Anke's tweeted prompt: "building a shelter in the wilderness".

This follows: Nila & Tros' Introduction, A New Flower, and Outnumbered. I don't write about these guys very often <.<

Despite being Fae Apoc, no warnings apply.


The four of them had been walking for a while. To hear Nila's son Allan tell it, they had been walking forever. Finally, they had come into the mountains proper, into places which had been, before the war, relatively uninhabited.

It had been over four days since they could see the city at all, and longer than that since they could hear it. They were moving slowly, but they were moving, and after the first attackers, people were, for the most part, leaving them alone. Perhaps it showed, on their faces, that they'd stand for no threat to the children. Perhaps they just looked too poor to bother. Nila wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
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Linguistic Tricks, a story for the Giraffe Call
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This is a sibling piece with N is for Nereid, O is for Octopi, and P is for Poinsettias, and follows after R is for Rituals.

It is set in the Things Unspoken 'verse, and was written to [personal profile] chanter_greenie's prompt here to the current Giraffe Call.


Eliška Konvalinka had been in Scheffenon for less than a month, and already she found herself learning a new language.

One of the key skills looked for in potential Informers - next to a keen eye for detail and a flawless memory - was a good ear for languages and dialects. Eliška's primary linguistic family was the West Torvaldic, of which Cornesc, the language spoken in Scheffenon, was a key example. That was one of the reasons the Informers had placed her here. In three days, she was speaking Cornesc, if not like a native, then like a long-time visitor.
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Giraffe Call Open! Theme "Survival"
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My Giraffe Call is Open!

The theme is "Survival."

For every new prompter and new donor this call gets, I'll write a setting piece of your choice. Tell your friends!

Check it Out!

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White Flag, a story beginning of Fae Apoc for the Giraffe Call (@Lilfluff)
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Written to lilfluff's prompt here to my Giraffe Call!

Set in the world of Fae Apoc, sometime in late 2011/early 2012.

Mossliden's spine was twitching. Her hands twitching. Her wings were twitching. But she raised her chin and very carefully held the white flag visible.

The Ashanevai were camped in a small, inaccessible cavern, very defensible and almost impossible to sneak up on. Mossliden approved, and she was not trying, at the moment, to sneak anywhere, but it still made her very uncomfortable.

A bearded man - humans would probably think him about 50, because he had grey in hair and beard and lines on his face - stopped her. "I know you."
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Vote, Vote, Vote: May Theme Poll
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The May Theme Poll is open here and will be open through this time (20:52 or so EDT) tomorrow the 15th of May.

Please vote! If you don't have a DW account, pls. vote in the comments!

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Kith and Kin, a ficlet beginning of Addergoole later-years
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(I think it will soon become clear that I started watching Orphan Black last night)...

Some Time After the Apocalypse





"No." The woman -- girl, she was a girl, and Caitrin would do well to remember it -- shook her head and looked away. "No. No, that's not- I didn't- no."

Caitrin couldn't say she blamed the girl. "I'll bring the forms by for you later." Later would be soon enough.

Regine's answer when Caitrin presented her with the children was less than reassuring. "I can work with that."


It wasn't enough that she'd gotten a letter on her seventeenth birthday, telling her she was accepted to a strange school, far away from everything, everything including John, to whom she'd been engaged. It wasn't enough that accepted was a polite way of saying forced to go. It wasn't enough that the place was underground. That it looked like a book plate of someplace rich, indulgent people spent far too much money, in the days Before the End Times. It wasn't enough that she had to be here.
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Attack on Cloverleaf, a ficlet for @inspectorCaracal
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Set in Austin's first year of Doomsday.

They were on a field trip when Cloverleaf was attacked.

Miss Ascha had, after four weeks at school, agreed to take the new class down to the city to see the shops. Austin was sticking close to Sianna and Sweetbriar, because Sianna stuck close to Sweetbriar and Sweetbriar knew the city already.

Everything was okay - the city was a lot bigger than the place Austin had grown up in, but it still had open space and green. No fields, of course - nobody planted crops in the middle of population centers - but it made the walls feel less like a trap.

They were at a clothes shop, Sianna picking out shirts and Sweetbriar rolling her eyes at Austin, when the alarm sounded. Miss Ascha grabbed them, holding Sweetbriar with one hand and Austin with the other - like they would run off, well, all right, they probably would - and steered all eight of them towards what she called a shelter.

"But Miss Ascha," Austin squirmed in her grip. "That's a dragon!"

She paused and looked to the sky. "No, that's a wyvern. See how it only has two legs?"

"Who's going to fight it?" He didn't squirm again, because if he squirmed, she'd make them all go underground.

"Well, probably sa'Doomsday and sa'Inazuma and the city guard, with some of the other teachers." She shrugged her shoulders the way she did when she was giving in. "All right, all of you stay very close, and we'll go where we can watch it."

The watchtower on the main street was only a floor taller than everything else, but it was plenty tall enough for them to watch the battle. Miss Ascha spoke a long long long line of Workings, encasing the whole class in some sort of clear bubble.

Austin leaned as far out as Miss Ascha's grip on the back of his kimono would allow, watching the way Professor Inaauma and Professor Doomsday - and the rest of them, of course - attacked the wyvern. It was like something out of a story, all broad gestures and shouted words, long streaks of lightning and rumbles where the walls themselves seemed to attack the wyvern.

Austin's nose was pressed to the bubble and, next to him, so was Sweetbriar's, Miss Ascha's hand firm on the back of their uniforms. The wyvern went down, and they cheered until their throats were raw.

"I'm gonna be a samurai," he told Sweetbriar.

"Damn right you are. And I'm gonna be a Valkyrie."

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In Which Amrit is Confused (FaeApoc, Amrit/Mieve)
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First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit is Gagged Again.

please note: I am posting two chapters at once.

Fae Apoc, approx. now.

Content Warnings: This setting, although not this ficlet, contains rape, mind control, and dubious consent situations.

This particular story contains kidnapping and slavery, bondage, violence, and will eventually contain Stockholm Syndrome.

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In Which Amrit is Gagged Again (FaeApoc, Amrit/Mieve)
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First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: Amrit Splits Wood.

Fae Apoc, approx. now.

Content Warnings: This setting, although not this ficlet, contains rape, mind control, and dubious consent situations.

This particular story contains kidnapping and slavery, bondage, violence, and will eventually contain Stockholm Syndrome.

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Rough Landing, a story for the Giraffe Call (@ellen_million)
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Written to ellenmillion's prompt here to my Giraffe Call!


The trip had been, by turns, terrifying, nauseating, and strange, but, stuck in the cargo hold, there had been nothing they could do but wait it out. The door to the rest of the ship did not open from the inside, and the food was delivered via a very well-designed dumbwaiter that would not move upwards if laden with more than it had come down with.

The measures that had been designed to keep involuntary passengers under control very likely saved their life when the freighter encountered trouble. The first they knew of it was the sound like metal screaming and the sudden sensation of moving very quickly in the wrong direction.
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Landing page Landing Page
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I write a lot - much in established universes, some in one-off settings. Below is an index of my universes; each 'verse has its own landing page with an index of stories within.

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.
Things Unspoken (LJ) - The Empire encompasses many things. Some are better not spoken of. Or to.
Setting Nursery - these one-off stories may blossom into settings some day (incomplete)

Occasionally 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)

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. Or you can become a Patreon Patron</b> and unlock even more fiction!

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


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Kendra's Homework, a ficlet of Addergoole Year 5
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"I have homework," Kendra informed Ofir.

She had orders to inform him about homework. She could lift her chin up and be firm about that. She had to do her homework.

Why, she had no idea. But in all the myriad of stupid orders he'd given her, she liked that one more than most.

"All right. Do you need the library?"

Her own copies of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban were tucked away in the box of stuff she'd hidden in her old room. She hoped the library had copies. She knew there were computers there she could use. "Yes, please. I need to do some reading."

"Fine. I'll walk you there. Get your stuff."

It took only a few minutes for Kendra to be settled into the library, with Ofir's firm and unneeded order not to leave until he came to get her. She settled the books beside the computer and started writing.

    S... S... Solange Carrieter sat in the corner of the compartment of the Hogwarts Express...

    She had only been in London for a few months when her Aunt Taffy had given her the letter. "You should have gone to Esterwind, of course, but with your parents missing, I arranged things so that you could go to Hogwarts. I think you'll like it there."

    Solange looked around again. Magic was real. She'd always known her parents were hiding secrets, but this... but magic...

    A kind-looking boy with a round face peered into her compartment. "Oh, hullo. Have you seen my toad?"



Possibly the first in a series. Kendra and Ofir are characters in Addergoole; the rest is obviously J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter.

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When One is Being Hunted... (A story for the Giraffe Call, for @Rix_Scaedu)
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Written to rix_scaedu's prompt here, and in re. a conversation cluudle & I were having about BDSM AU's.

New/unnamed 'verse.


What do you do when you're being hunted?(8)

Aisleigh was making spaghetti and meatballs when she found the boy in her cupboard.

He was skinny, probably too skinny, and he was staring at her with wide, terrified eyes. He'd probably thought he was safe in the canning pantry. Certainly, everything in there had enough dust on it.

"What are you--" She dropped her voice as she heard the unmistakable sounds of the Force outside. Working on an instinct she hadn't had to use in a long time, she closed the pantry door, taking only the tomato sauce she'd been looking for.

The Force was moving from door to door. She could hear their radios, the hearty chatter that was half-casual, half-intimidation, the way their boots hit on the sidewalk. Her hands were shaking; she reminded herself, carefully, that she was a legal citizen now. That she obeyed the law, paid her taxes, and owned her home outright. There was very little the Force could do to her, and she had cameras installed on her front and back door and the large windows, just to be sure they remembered that.
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Looking for an Icon...
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(aren't I always?)

I tried a few images, but nothing looked quite right.

What I'm looking for is something a little more subtle than my Kink Bingo Icons - something like a really pretty lock and key, or the back of a collar - something that says "D/s" without screaming it?

Yeah, that's really vague.

Help?

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Giraffe Call Open: "Survival"
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Giraffe Call Open!!

The call will be open for *one week* from time of posting, and the theme is Survival.

Leave me your prompts about surviving - emotional survival, physical survival, survivalists, human-vs-nature, whatever you want. Any setting of mine or no setting at all. It just has to involve "survival."

Leave a prompt, and I will write a micro/flash-fic. Leave as many prompts as you want; I will answer at least one for each person (although I may use more than one prompt in a fic).

I almost forgot! For every NEW DONOR or NEW PROMPTER (please tell me when donating/prompting if you are new!), I will write one SETTING PIECE (i.e., Demifiction, a piece of historical fact, you name it) for a poll-chosen setting/question.

Current count: 1 new prompter

Want more words, or just really like something you read? Drop some money in the tip pack!







Edited to add: OR add paid time to my DW account. Out of time again!

For every $1 you donate, I will write 75-100 words on the Giraffe story of your choice. Donate more than $1, and I'll write a second fic to one of your prompts.

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.

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

At $50, I will write an extra fic for everyone.

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

At $100, I'll write a 1500-word story based on the input of everyone who prompted for this call.

At $125, I'll add three more 500-word stories, chosen at random from all prompters.


Have fun! Prompt!

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Sianna's change description
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Sianna at 15 looks rather like this: https://speakerdata.s3.amazonaws.com/photo/image/825943/uQVYYrPz.jpeg

Except that she's gotten a lizard Change. The markings on her face look like this - https://www.flickr.com/photos/78845654@N07/7988389402 - although her base skin tone is still brown. Her scale colors are more like this - http://pixdaus.com/colorful-lizard-with-guest-animal-colors-butterfly/items/view/548225/ and travel down onto her chest as with http://chiaram-bodydesign.deviantart.com/art/Lizard-Woman-II-438180425

She's generally wearing a thin sweater cut low - a wide scoop neck - to show off her scales, often in bright pink or red. Her headband usually matches her sweater.

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Trope Sorting
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(I used the "column to text" feature in Excel.)

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Trope Bingo - Foedus Planetarum - The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part VII
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To fill square two-three (presumed dead) on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in Trope Bingo: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part VI


“I am sorry, I truly am. But my safety protocols do not allow me to open for you.”

“Look, I’m a biological clone of your owner. For all genetic purposes, I am Nehanani Jahnan.”

“For genetic purposes, yes. But not for my purposes.”

Covair hissed. “You are a machine. You should listen when people tell you to do something.”

“I am an artificial intelligence, not an artificial stupidity. You are not Nehanani Jahnan. Therefore, I’m not letting you in.”
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Gonna Commission an Icon... who who who?
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The Commission Post (as reblogged by me)

Currently in the works are Edora, Jahnan, and Yira.

Soooo?

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Æ is for Ash, a story of the Things Unspoken 'verse
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From [personal profile] thnidu's prompt here in honor of the Things Unspoken landing page

They called it the Unburnt Tree. In Corthwin, which had burned thrice in known history, and, from the records in the places not yet rebuilt, appeared to have burned at least three times before they began counting such things, there stood an Ash Tree. It was unbelievably tall - the tallest thing in the city - and incredibly wide. And nobody built within a hundred meters of its spread in any direction.

They called it the Unburnt Tree for good reason. By all indications, the tree had been growing for longer than Corthwin had stood. In a city which had burned so many times, in a land where massive forest fires had once ranged, the Unburnt Tree stood. When the Empire had taken over the nation of which Corthwin was a major city, the Unburnt Tree stood, unharmed, untouched, even when the catapults flung burning pitch over the walls. When an earlier Emperor had, soon before he was quietly helped to the next life, sought to eliminate sources of "superstition" throughout the Empire and ordered the Unburnt Tree cut down, the axes had bounced off.

What was more, scions of the tree or seedlings grown from its seeds, all of those that survived to be saplings or larger took on the properties of their ancestor. Now, surrounding Corthwin, there grew a wall of trees, some no thicker than a finger, but all of them bearing the promise: the world might burn, but these trees would not. And, what's more, all those who sheltered under their leaves would be safe.

The Unburnt tree could not protect all of Corthwin. But with its children, it could protect the people.

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Flipped, a story of Tír na Cali
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Edit: Forgot to cut for content- slavery, unwilling, and revenge-slavery.

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Captured by the Night Witch, a continuation
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First: Captive of the Night Witch

For the "Do up whatever story/stories suit your fancy or for whomever most wants/needs 'em." commission and the poll here
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The minions had all been chased off. The guards had been sent to guard, to lookat some place that was not here. The Night Witch had set wards, and then warded the wards.

Candor had waited, although his entire body had ached. He had held still, although the chains were digging into his skin. He had been silent, although that was less by choice than by gag.

When all that was done, the Night Witch stood in front of Candor. "You might as well stand up." She had overcome her shock, it seemed. At least, now she sounded far more amused than concerned.

Candor found he was far more cramped than he'd planned for. He had to flex against the chains and then pull, letting the cheap metal cut into his skin, before he could manage what she'd suggested, and stood.

She looked the same as he remembered. Her outfit, blood-red robe over white kidskin, was a new affectation, but she'd always been pleased by playing dress-up. Her smile, a bitter little thing that held little warmth, that he remembered very well indeed.

He knew she was getting a similar look over him. Hard to see his smile with the gag still jammed in his mouth, but they'd brought him naked, cutting his clothes out around the chains.

He was muscle and scar, tattoos and piercings and a red mohawk of hair that fell down his back like a mane.

"Hello, darling." The Night Witch smiled at him, the hero. "Have you come to kill me?"

Candor took a moment to stretch, letting everything settle into place. It wouldn't hurt her to be a little nervous. She had always been so damn certain of everything. He took his time working over the buckle on the gag. That part hadn't been his idea. Let her wait.

"You've racked up quite a reputation here." He let his eyes slide over the bone-powder road, over the twisted edifice rising behind her.

"I have." She let her hands settle loose at her sides. He recognized her combat pose, even after all these years. "It keeps trespassers away, and it lets me get stuff done without interference. You've racked up your own reputation, too."

"I have." He rolled his shoulders. "It lets me get stuff done without interference. Until some sorceress' minions take me captive."

"They thought I'd enjoy the present. It seems some of them buy into my propaganda a little too much - or maybe it's just all those would-be heroes that come to try to kill me." The fingers of her left hand twitched. "Have you come to kill me, Candor?"

He had never been very good at deception. That was her purview. "No, Guile." He shook his head slowly. "No. There are many things I came for, but none of them were to kill you."




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Well, This Turned out a Bit Depressing: Cya immediately after Dysmas
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End of Year 6 of the Addergoole School.

And now to bed.


He didn't release her so much as he graduated.

Cynara didn't need to pack, and she had no interest in watching Dysmas get his Name. "I'll make dinner," she'd told him, as if she thought he would be coming back to her, to things the way they had been. It was not a lie, but he had never ordered her to not dissemble. And she was cy'Drake.

She finished dinner and packed it up, stacking it tidily on top of her chests. Her father had made those chests. Dysmas had either never cared enough to look in them, or he'd never bothered to look past the first layer. It was unlikely he would have let her keep the weapons, if he'd really looked. He might have noticed how murderous she sometimes got.

She felt the bond break as she finished packing up dinner. She caught her breath, just for a moment. Professor Drake had said it would feel unpleasant. "Rather like falling of a ten-story building," he'd said. She thought he'd underestimated the impact.

She lifted her chin. She was no longer oro'Dysmas. The collar was locked but it was easy enough to Work. Tempero was her best Word, after all, even if Unutu was not by far a favorite. She took it with her; it had been a gift, after all, and with a little bit of effort, it might make a suitable memento.

There was pain. There was a lot of pain. But it was unimportant. It was something that had happened to Cynara oro'Dysmas. She didn't have to be that anymore. She walked, slowly, as if under a huge weight, carrying behind her the two trunks that carried all her possessions. And supper.

It seemed to take her a long time to get to the room that had once been hers. It didn't matter. There was nobody else in the halls. And as she went, her back grew straighter and her chin rose. She was Cya, Cya cy'Drake, and she didn't have to cry about the prince that had turned out to be a toad. Because, after all, she'd never been the sort of girl to be squeamish about slimy things.

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