(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!!
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 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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So I'm a big nerd and I went through Trope_Bingo's tags http://t.co/ZenpQcRn17 & sorted the fandoms by most-popular pic.twitter.com/WVBFB0eh4X
— Lyn Troubled Regions (@lynthornealder) May 10, 2015
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Then I circled the ones I thought I might be able to write a fic for. For Reasons.
— Lyn Troubled Regions (@lynthornealder) May 10, 2015
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(I used the “column to text” feature in Excel.)
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To fill square two-three (presumed dead) on my card for ![[community profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
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.”
If the ship had been a human, it would have been sticking its tongue out at Covair. The pirate captain, in turn, flipped the tiny, sleek white pod the bird. “I need you, ship. My etherboat can’t get where I need to go.”
“Then I suggest you very politely ask my owner, Nehanani Jahnan, to take you there. Oh, right, you can’t. You dumped my owner and her husband – as stupid as he is – on some desolate stretch of dead planet. And she’s not going to be happy when she gets back. If I were you, I’d bring brandy. Buckets of brandy.”
“I’m a pirate. I have whisky.”
“Sell the whisky. Buy brandy. Trust me on this. I’m her ship, after all. I know her better than anyone – especially that stupid husband.” The ship’s speakers managed a pretty impressive raspberry noise.
Covair chuckled. “Don’t like him, do you?”
“Would you? He’s a thief.“
“She’s a bounty hunter.”
“She catches thieves. She’s not supposed to keep them!”
Covair laughed. “So let me in, and then I can get Jahnan back. And maybe we can leave her thief on the mesa.”
“I can’t.” If the Maru had been a person, she would have shrugged. “Cannot do. Orders, ya know.”
“Fine.” Covair knew when she was beat, even if it pained her to admit it. “Fine, we’ll go get your person and THEN maybe we can do what I need.”
“Maybe. Like I said, bring brandy. Loads of it.”
“Brandy, right.” Good to know her dopple-clone had a weakness. Another weakness. “We’ll go get her.”
The place they’d dropped Jahnan wasn’t that far off their normal route. They’d dropped people there before, on one hill-top city or another. Covair knew nothing about the people who had built these cities, and didn’t really care. Hers wasn’t the only pirate crew that used the places. Inconvenient people, stuff they needed to ditch… the long-dead residents of the city didn’t care.
She piloted the ship down to their landing pad there, the same place where they’d dropped Jahnan and her thief the day before. There was no sign of the two, but that was unsurprising. The nights got cold, and with the whole ruined city at their disposal, Covair would have found a building to hunker down in. She imagined her dopple-clone would have done the same.
She sent out three patrols – armed, because she imagined Jahnan was angry, but also carrying sweet cakes and brandy for the same reasons – one down the center of the city and one to each side. The center one reported back first.
“We found carcasses,” her Pallidus first mate reported. “None humanoid, but nothing we’ve seen in this place before either. And before you ask, captain, they weren’t winged.”
The clockwise team reported back soon afterwards, her Reichlander second mate telling her much the same. “No sign of your sister, unless you count the trail of bodies.”
The counter-clockwise team returned looking grim. One of them was carrying a humanoid hand. It had been severed at the wrist and been chewed on; it was missing its pinky finger and half its thumb. But it was the same color as Jahnan’s thief was – or had been. “This is all we found, boss.”
Covair felt a sick twist in her stomach. There weren’t supposed to be animals bigger than the little rock-squirrels here. There weren’t supposed to be hazards. “Search the whole mesa,” she ordered. “Building by building. Search everything.”
She knew it would be useless already, but she had to try. Nehanani Jahnan wasn’t just her big sister, she was her. “Look everywhere. Find them!”
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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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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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“Considering the nature of your discoveries…” House Monitor Libkazaari was not smiling, and she was dressed in funeral red to honor Talmizhaab, but she was not frowning, and she did not seem displeased. “Well, I would not say they are good discoveries, but I would say this gains you a little leeway in punishment.”
And thus ends Edally Academy: The Angry Aetherist!
I’m sorry about the delay, guys; I fell into a (metaphorical) hole for most of April and am only now climbing out.
Do you want more Edally? If so, I can oblige. My plan would be as thus:
I’d take two months to write at least a large portion of the next story.
I’d begin posting on Wednesday, July 8th and post every week on Wednesday.
During the 2-month hiatus-of-writing, I would post a short piece every other week, detailing the trio’s adventures – and their friends’ adventures – between Angry Aetherist and the next book.
What do you think?
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“Prepare.” Vinroth dropped three piles on Taslin’s bed. “Lanesh and Sellen are coming by in a few minutes, but you should be in the proper mindset before then.”
“Mindset?” Taslin sorted through the pile. “These are all tunics – they’re not all from Jervennon, are they? And shoes, sandals? And then – paint? Vinroth, this is a dinner engagement, not some sort of play.”
I am so sorry, guys. I fell into a (metaphorical) hole for a couple weeks and I’m just now digging out.
I do have to ask, considering my current workload: Are you still enjoying Jumping Rings? Should I keep posting? If there’s not much interest right now, I can always put it on hiatus and return to it later.
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I do plan on finishing T-Z; you guys left me some wonderful prompts to play with. In the meantime, however, here’s my Reflections post, as asked for by the Blogging A-Z People.
First impression: I really like doing A-Z challenges, and I really don’t think I’ll officially do Blogging A-Z again.
I’ve talked about this with a few of my readers, but for anyone else who’s interested, here are my reasons. It’s a bit cranky, so I’ve put it behind a cut.
I signed up for Blogging A-Z because I thought it would be a fun way to blog about some new topics and to meet some new people.
I got some good topics, and had a blast writing to all of my readers’ prompts. I’ll probably do that again – or another A-Z Giraffe Call.
But I didn’t find that it got me much outside traffic – I get more from Friday Flash or Three Word Wednesday – and I didn’t find it got me much interesting feedback at all. I get more readers from the Giraffe Calls, and those are about the same amount of writing as a blog post a day for 26 days.
So far, I have gotten three comments from A-Z bloggers, 2 from mods, and one of those has spurred me to consider actually posting my “comments policy.”
(The short version of my comments policy: pls. always be polite to others. In addition, please don’t post criticism or critique, typo catches or things unrelated to the post you’re commenting on UNLESS you’ve already commented on the story/blog post in question).
In addition, looking over the blog posts by mods and on A-Z in general gives me the impression it’s really not for me. I’m not a professional blogger. This is a writing blog, where I sometimes talk about my life, too. I have no interest in being hard-core about posting every day, because my hard-core writing is, ah, not this. And I refuse to take my inability to write an A-Z in 30 days as a negative judgement on myself.
I find the idea very intriguing, but don’t really need a “hurry finish this in xx days” sort of challenge, not unless I’m willing to let everything else fall by the wayside for that xx days. Like Nano, probably not for me again.
And that’s okay. There are plenty of other ways to play with other people on the internet!
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