None of them were quick enough for the way the abandoned Liv moved. She dove at Abby, a glint of metal in her right hand and murder shining out of her eyes, tackling Abby to the ground. Abby grabbed her arm just in time, holding the metal thing – a box cutter, what a shitty way to die – away from her chest by only an inch.
She got a foot into the mix and pressed it against Liv’s stomach, remembering, entirely ridiculously, this time when she and Liv, both much younger, had gotten into a wrestling match over a Barbie doll. The doll had lost its head and an arm by the time they calmed down – that was the sort of fight that the two of them’d had, back when they were younger and they could solve things by throwing things and breaking dolls.
It was suddenly too much. Her grip on Liv’s arm went limp, and it was only the other two Livs that saved her from a really unpleasant end. She pushed away and curled up on herself, laughing or crying or possibly, probably, both. Continue reading →
When you listened to the old-timers talk, the problems were mostly space.
When you actually listened to them, the problem was space in specific areas, or space that someone wanted, or something like that.
But there was a “crowding issue”. There were issues with too many people in NYC. There were issues with lots and lots of people in places on the other side of the globe. There were problems with obsolete technology. As far as Rhini could tell, there had been a whole bunch of problems like that, or things people had thought were problems, and some really rich people had thought those problems were going to take over the world. Continue reading →
The towel dropped down and the house shook for a second. Mélanie jumped; Jasper reached over and put a hand on her arm.
“That’s a laugh. It’s okay, it just means your joke worked. I mean, I hope it was a joke. And… you’re right and wrong.”
“Sir?” Mélanie found that that worried her more than the house shaking.
“It’s to your credit, not mine, that you get along with the house. I’m just really glad that I found you. We’ve had a few, ah. There’s been a few false hopes and a few that were obvious bad fits from the first day, but you — I think you will be happy here with us.”
Happy here with us. Not well-behaved or even well-suited. Mélanie found she wanted to smile, so she did, slowly but genuinely.
“I think I probably will be too, sir. Jasper. And House… Does House have a name?”Continue reading →
On Archive of Our Own – free to read and ongoing. Exchange Students – Harry is going to Addergoole. Porter is coming to Hogwarts. Nothing could possibly go wrong! Reconstruction – The war is over, and yet Harry, Hermione, and Ron, Neville, Luna, and Ginny find they have another war on their hands. What’s more, Harry appears to have an enslaved Draco on his hands.
I’ve been watching Lucifer on Netflix, and it occurred to me that he fits pretty well into Fae Apoc, powers and all, and ah, here’s an AU of his early days “on Earth,” that is, free of his previous employment…
The blonde women is Mike VanderLinden.
“Hello, Luci. I heard you got out.”
Lucifer didn’t know the gorgeous blond woman approaching him, but that she was gorgeous, called him Luci, and heard you got out told him that he didn’t want to know her, either.
“I did.” He was going to have to work on sounding more certain when he said that. Continue reading →
I am wrapping up my fifth bullet journal — all but the first holding 6 months each; for the first I used the back of an old notebook I’d had lying around (everyone has those, right?) as a test.
I love it.
I mean, considering I’ve kept something up for over two years (other than writing and roleplay) pretty much consistently(not so good at tracking things on vacation), that ought to be an indicator that I really, really like it. I don’t keep up anything for that long consistently.
Senga was sitting between her friends, eating the same pizza they ater every week, soaking up the warmth of people who understood her – at least, who understood everything she had been that didn’t involve this house and –
“… Did Erramun go to talk to the cook in a towel?”
“Yes, yes he did.”
“Well. Do you think I should rescue him?”
“Senga, he’s an assassin, he’s older than you, and he’s a tough man. I’m sure he can take care of-”
“This is the Monmartin family staff, though,” Ezer cut in.