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Kink Bingo!

Jun2

kink bingo card image cardset5-348.jpg || row 1: | uniforms / military kink | service | sensory deprivation | phonesex / epistolary | possession / marking || row 2: | consent play | mirrors and doubles | dressup | gender play | drugs / aphrodisiacs || row 3: | gangbang | washing / cleaning | wildcard | tentacles | virginity / celibacy || row 4: | whipping / flogging | breathplay | authority figures | spanking / paddling | wet, messy, dirty || row 5: | begging | wrestling / grinding | tattoos / tattooing | shaving / depilation | vehicular

B I N G O
uniforms / military kink service sensory deprivation phonesex / epistolary possession / marking
consent play mirrors and doubles dressup gender play drugs / aphrodisiacs
gangbang washing / cleaning wildcard tentacles virginity / celibacy
whipping / flogging breathplay authority figures spanking / paddling wet, messy, dirty
begging wrestling / grinding tattoos / tattooing shaving / depilation vehicular

[community profile] kink_bingo

I have a plan. It is an awesome plan. Stay tuned for more details.

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Challenge!!

May25

[community profile] dailyprompt posts a weekly summary of stories written to that week’s prompts.

This is the summary of stories written to the 4/17-4/23 prompts…

So I challenge all y’all, this week, to click into [community profile] dailyprompt, write something to a prompt, and post it (It helps if you also then reply to the prompt posting and let them know, too).

Edited to add:

The week beginning 4/24 is all me, too…

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State of the Lynnie: tires *and* agrivated

May22

I had a really nice post written up about my weekend and the lack of Lynnie lately – and tomorrow, likely – and then the laptop went boom (temporary boom).

So, hi, still alive, will post more tomorrow night.

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Day Job, a Drabble of the Stranded World

May20

From [community profile] dailyprompt: “day’s work for a day’s pay,” and comes after Tanglers

“It’s not a bad life,” Spring protested weakly into the phone. She had it pressed between her ear and her shoulder – an old-style analog phone with a big headpiece, easy enough to manage – while she danced into the high-heeled sandals. The litter of indecision sprawled across the tiny bedroom – six and a half pairs of shoes, three dresses, two pairs of pants, and a half-unraveled sweater. “A day’s work for a day’s pay, and I get to meet all sorts of interesting people.” Like her date tonight. A star mapper, but so very interesting.

“I know honey, but…” Her mother had mastered the motherly “but;” it conveyed paragraphs in a single syllable. But it’s not how we do things. But it’s so common. But how can you go about your art when you’re tied down to a day job? But, and this one was most important and never quite said aloud, but it’s not the way your brother and sisters do things. Sometimes Spring loathed being the youngest of four, the least predictable, the least well-behaved, after three so very exemplary examples.

“But it’s fun, mom.” Would she spend her whole life having this conversation, again and again? She pulled out her trump card as she buckled her second sandal on. “I get all sorts of opportunities to mess with people. Important people. Famous people, sometimes.

As she’d known it would, that stopped the argument. “Well, honey, if you’re happy where you are, then I guess that’s what matters. Are you working tonight?” She still managed to make “working” sound like “streetwalking,” of course.

“Not tonight, mom.” She hung the pendant Winter had given her over the dress Summer had helped her pick out, feeling happily wrapped in her family. “Tonight I have a date.”

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Siege, a story of Vas’ World

May18

This is a story of Vas’ World – see here for a complete description; it comes immediately in sequence with the Vas Cycle, after Contemplating the Wall

From [community profile] dailyprompt:

“Stand here, by me,” Vas ordered, and was gratified although not too surprised to see that his team obeyed him. In a crisis, he was still the leader. This, he reckoned, definitely counted as a crisis.

The tentacled tree-like-thing was holding his senior xenobiologist Suki about six feet off the ground, not moving her anymore but restraining her. Other branches were stretching towards their group, while Malia and Paz waved their axes threateningly. They were surrounded on three sides by the wriggling trees, while the fourth side was bordered by a long, clearly-sentient made wall. At least one of the sentient species here, Paz’s wounded leg could attest, used ranged weapons. Somebody built walls. And the trees seemed aware of the threat of the axe.

“They look like snakes,” Malia muttered. “Some sort of boa or anaconda…”

“Fiddleheads,” Andon countered. “See the feelers inside? I wonder if they’re edible…”

“Last time I checked,” Vas interrupted, before Andon could get too distracted with xeno-cusine, “we didn’t eat sentient species.”

It was the wrong thing to say, which he realized the moment the words were out of his mouth. Malia had a pet peeve about…

“That’s not what you said about the Anjou tigers,” she complained, right on cue.

…the tiger-like ruminant creatures from Anjou Three, whose sentience was not up for debate by anyone other than a few rabid cat-lovers, and Malia.

Vas was saved from yet another discussion on comparative intelligence and the ethics of eating cows with stripes by Suki’s worried scream. Ah, yes. They still had to get her down. He didn’t want to lose yet another team member, even an obnoxious one.

“Guys…” Suki choked out. Apparently the tree-like tentacle creatures were, indeed, also constrictors. “Guys,” she tried again, coughing. And pointing behind them. “The grass…”

“I can hear the grass,” Paz muttered nervously. “It’s growing.”

Prompts included: Stand By Me, I can hear the grass grow, and anaconda

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