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Bisexual Visibility Day (over the bi flag)

In honor of Bisexual Visibility Day – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celebrate_Bisexuality_Day – for the next week, I’m opening up for prompts on any of my extant characters (or any bisexual concept character in any world of mine) – any character who is either canonically bisexual or who is not canonically monosexual or asexual.

(I’ll take prompts on bi-romantic ace characters as well).

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Prompt Away!

For every person who prompts, I’ll write… say, at least 100 words, up to what suits my fancy, to at least one prompt (you can leave as many as 15 prompts) over the next two weeks.

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(and if it weren’t already well-known and obvious, I, too, am bisexual.)

Perdition

This is a soulmark AU Supernatural fanfiction set in an unknown time period in Supernatural except that it happens after the beginning of Season 4. 

Spoilers for that – the beginning of season 4/end of season three – and nothing else, and sort of handwave on Supernatural theological logistics, which is fine, because this is a soulmark AU. 

Definition soulmark AU: (see here for a longer take) – an alternative universe version of an extant setting (often otherwise very similar to the canonical universe) where soulmates exist and some or all people have them; all soulmates have a mark of some sort on their bodies that indicate who their soulmate will be. 

This one was prompted by Anke long enough ago that she may have forgotten – sometime in August, I think.  Might be July. 

The soulmarks in this were inspired by the way the story here – although more by my memory of the way they worked (symbolism and language important to the other) than the actual mechanism in that fic.

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Dean had heard of people who had soulmarks of the first words their soulmate had said to them.  Continue reading

A Finish-It Follow-Up in leading up to NanoWrimo

NaNoWriMo 2020

Okay, so back in 2017 for NanoWrimo I did a year of Finish It.

This year I am going to do something similar.  No new poll; I’m going to start on or about Oct 1st with 100-500 words of notes on each story I want to finish and see where I get. (That’s about 2/3 of nano, the other 1/3 being finishing this nearly-done novel set…)

But!

Here are the links from 2016.

If you find something you a) really really feel strongly about or b) think I really oughta have on one of these lists that I don’t, feel free to suggest it. 

Finish It In November, a poll

Links for the Poll

Poll Links II

In the Depths

In the Depths

This story follows Unplumbed Depths, which was written to my Fishy prompt call here

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Bryn should not still be breathing. 

That was not the first thought to percolate up, not even the second – how do I get out how do I get out how do I get out came first and second was what is this thing?

The third thought, though, was that breathing was surprisingly not unpleasant.  Bryn had fallen in the water before, had dove in, had swum.  There always reached a point where air was needed, then where air was painfully needed.  

The thing holding Bryn, pulling Bryn towards the light deep underwater, had been pulling for long enough that Bryn should really be far past the painfully needed stage. And yet – And yet Bryn was just breathing.  

There was definitely water; Bryn swallowed a bit and it was salty and unpleasant; Bryn’s clothes were waterlogged and the boots were probably a lost cause.  

But air? Air did not seem to be a problem. 

The thing – the thing was, it seemed, a very long arm or tail of some sort, a tentacle like the squids that liked to frolic near shore, but gigantic – the thing was pulling inexorably closer to the light underwater.  And as Bryn struggled and pushed and completely failed to get out of the thing’s grip, the light became more and more clearly a building, and the building became more and more clearly a complete structure. 

Bryn and Johnie had gone diving in the ruins near the coast plenty of times.  With enough patience, they could often unearth something missed by previous divers, left behind by whoever had lived there once upon a time. 

This was bigger than all those ruins put together. 

It was more complete than any of the ruins they’d ever seen on land. 

There were doors, wide, giant, double doors, the doors were open, and the tentacle was coming out of them – or returning to that doorway, yanking Bryn inside. 

When the doors slammed shut behind them, the tentacle uncoiled, leaving Bryn standing uncertainly on blue stone floors like nothing ever seen on land.  

The doors wouldn’t open to Bryn’s touch.  There were no buttons or levers or pressure plates or even a knocker. 

Bryn took in a breath, trying not to panic.  The water was still breathable.  The water was clear, far clearer than it should be. 

If the doors in front were not available for an exit, if Bryn didn’t need to leave this moment before the air ran out, then the reasonable answer was to explore. 

For a moment, a stab of guilt attacked: Johnie was waiting. Johnie was probably worrying. 

Then the curiosity overtook Bryn, and the lights along the hallway, and the doors dotting the hall, and the tentacle that had vanished completely, they all seemed to sing you want to know, you need to know., and Bryn started looking. 

If nothing else – it was a sort of logic, even if it was a bit self-serving – at some point Bryn would need to find an exit. At some point this spell would wear off, and Bryn would need to breathe again.  

The thought was a bit chilling, and it meant Bryn moved more methodically than might otherwise have been the case.  Left first door, look inside.  Nothing.  Right first door, repeat. 

On the fourth door on the left, however, Bryn found a motherlode. 

Books. 

More books. 

More books. 

And a hole going deep, deep down, a hole that, when Bryn looked in, seemed to be nothing but blackness. 

Bryn skirted well away from the hole, tempting as it was, and considered the books instead.  How were they still here? How were they still intact

What language were they written in?

Bryn’s language skills were limited to basics – enough numbers and words to buy things at the market, enough to not get cheated, enough to know the prayers – but these, Bryn was pretty sure they were written in something complete different than the market boards or the prayer books.  Even the library in town didn’t have books like this. 

Byrn’s bag was shoved full of the books – picked at random, grabbed from every shelf in the room – by the time the tentacle began snaking back out of the hole. 

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The August Fishy Call!

Good morning!

I have one prompter to write to currently on my Fishy Fishy Prompt call (If you haven’t prompted, you can still prompt here –  http://www.lynthornealder.com/2020/08/04/summertime-prompt-call-gone-fishin/ !)

It’s been fun!  I got a broad range of prompts and had a lot of fun with them, dark and light and magical and sci-fi and everything in between. And I got comments! And new prompters!

If you posted a what-I-should-write-next or if you are a new prompter or commenter, let me know if you want me to write more of a story below or if you want me to write to another prompt!

And as for writing-more, Comments! I have at least one story with 7+ comments and one with 5+, so if you liked a story now is the time to comment.  Because that, my friends, gets it one more comment closer to getting more story!

As always, thank you to everyone who prompted and everyone who commented!  Special thanks to Kelkyag, too, for a good deal of commenting and asking me what my projects are.

The Stories So Far

Clean…?  The plant offered clean energy.  Cleaner might’ve been more accurate.  The fish living downstream of the runoff might’ve said something different entirely.   This is set in the universe/city/power plant featured in Saving the Cult (If not the World), a ‘verse tagged Organization.
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Seek And…?  Long long ago, I began a story about a woman lost in a blizzard and ending up in a different world. This story peeks in on her life, as she fishes for answers and is caught in turn.
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Fresh Fish  The city of Scheffenon, on the North Sea high on the edges of the Empire, is known for many things.  But one thing that it is not known for – at least in modern times – is fish, or at least fish pulled from the North Sea.  They do not fish, not as such, on the North Sea. (Things Unspoken ‘verse)
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Unplumbed Depths – Fishing in Minecraft can get you some strange results.  This fictional view of the fishing strips out a lot of the blockier elements but does leave a fishing pole with, perhaps, a little too much Luck enchanted into it.
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…A Break…? – Jess works security at The Facility, a place where science which nobody calls mad (in the hearing of the scientists) is perpetrated.  It’s a really good job.  But sometimes, your friend up in the top end of things asks for a favor…
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The Night Fishers – they only fished at day.  Murph was about to find out why.
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Fishing Day – She should’ve done something better with the body, but it was her fishing day, and she didn’t want to be interrupted.
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Fountain Fishing There’s nothing alive in this abandoned mall except Abby, Liv, and the fish in the fountain. Not even a protein bar.  So going fishing seemed like the reasonable idea, right?
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Day Of Writing Commences! Dun-dun-DUNNNN

Hello everyone!

My Day of Writing commences (after walking the dogs, showering, being woken up too early because my folks’ dogs are on my folks’ schedule, which does NOT involve staying up past midnight, oops…).

My Prompt Call is open here – http://www.lynthornealder.com/2020/08/04/summertime-prompt-call-gone-fishin/ – and I’m hoping for many more prompts!

Written yesterday:

Unplumbed Depths – Fishing in Minecraft can get you some strange results.  This fictional view of the fishing strips out a lot of the blockier elements but does leave a fishing pole with, perhaps, a little too much Luck enchanted into it.

…A Break…? – Jess works security at The Facility, a place where science which nobody calls mad (in the hearing of the scientists) is perpetrated.  It’s a really good job.  But sometimes, your friend up in the top end of things asks for a favor…

 

Reminder!  The first 2 posts to get 5 or more substantive reader comments (more than “I like this” or 🙂 ) will get an extension!

(and the first 2 to get 7 or more… and so on…)

Unplumbed Depths

From now through mid day Thursday, August 6th, I have a Prompt Call running here – anyone can prompt and please do!

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“Have you ever wondered where all this stuff comes from?” Bryn spent a moment untangling a fishhook from a book.  The book, dripping and draped in seaweed, still glowed faintly with letters in a language neither Bryn nor Johnie could read.

“Not really.”  Johnie, of little imagination but a great deal of persistence, cast again.  In the hour they had been fishing, they had both caught enough boots to shoe a particularly left-leaning army, but actual fish, the sort of things one could eat for dinner, were still in short supply.  “Figure they come from some sort of shipwreck, back before the upheaval, you know?  Same way sometimes you go to dig up your garden and instead you find old bones and pieces of pottery.”

“Pottery doesn’t glow.”  Bryn dropped the book, already nearly dry, in a box dedicated to such things and cast again.  “Okay, most pottery doesn’t glow.  That pot your parents found – that was pretty impressive.”

“‘Till my uncle started going mad, yeah.  Then it was a little less fun.”  Johnie reeled in a bowl, carved from, for all appearances, a single large chunk of wood. “Oh, good, we can make leather-hide-and-no-fish soup.  Except we don’t even have any no-fish yet.”

“I’ve got a bit.”  Bryn braced against the pier’s biggest piling.  “Oh, this one is nuts.  What did I catch, one of the shipfish?  Oh, blasted barrens-”  Bryn leaned back hard and reeled in.  “I think I’ve got it, I think I’ve got it-”

“Maybe -”  Johnie had taken a step backwards and then another.  “Maybe you should let it go.  I know it’s a really good pole – but maybe it’s, uh.  Maybe it’s a little too good?  I’m just saying…”

Bryn followed Johnie’s shaking finger to the water, where something was frothing the surface badly.  A tentacle waved out of the splashing, looking nothing at all like the peaceful squidlings that inhabited the nearby rivers.  This thing was nearly as thick around as Bryn’s waist, twice as long as Bryn was tall, and it was clearly connected to something underwater.  And now it was being joined by another, and another…

“Maybe I ought to let go.”  It was a really good pole, one that had come from a stash of the before things.  Bryn tried to make reluctant fingers release from the handle, but the hours of work spent getting this pole, cleaning it up, fixing its two small breaks…

“Bryn!  It’s now or never!”

Bryn’s fingers almost released, but the jerking of the poll made both hands tighten in reflex.  Bryn screamed as the pole flew into the water, taking Bryn with it, landing in the middle of the splashing mess of angry tentacles.

Through the inky blackness, Bryn could see lights deep underwater.  Something about the lights said temple, but something brighter seemed to say library. 

Then a tentacle wrapped around Bryn’s waist, and the only thing Bryn was thinking about was get me out of here.

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Your Turn: What Do I Write Next?

Okay, I thought I’d just open it up to you guys ’cause I need some reader excitement to excite me. 😉

Below is a list of my current projects, with a number afterwards listing number of days since last written.

Pick one, or one non-writing and one writing, for me to work on next writing session.

Please feel free to ask me what any of these are, too.

💾 – Website maintenance

🚶‍♀️ – Exercise

🎨 – Art

(no sign: writing)

Thimbleful Posts💾 115
Plan Submission n/a
Patreon Xposts 💾 83
Spoonflower 🎨 60
mm werewolf 58
Strata Fic 58
Map 🎨 57
Bike 5 minutes 🚶‍♀️ 53
Prompt 21
Story for B 18
Commission 18
Saving the Cult 17
Landing Page Landing Page💾 16
The Bellamy 10
Painting the Prison 10
F.I.B. M.A.D. 9
sort files 8
Muzzled 8
Nano Mine 8
Patreon 7
Owed A Life 4
Streeetch 🚶‍♀️ 4
Purchase Negotiation 4
Inherited 3
Blog Post 2
Helpers 2
arranged 1
TootFic 1
Mine Book 1

 

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