Cal and I are writing a fanfic of a story that…. Cal and I wrote.
Year Six: How things might’ve gone, if things hadn’t gone the worst way possible.
A much lighter AU-treatment of a couple characters from Addergoole: A Ghost Story, where Cynara’s dad successfully hid and Leofric got dumped. (Because who says you can’t write fanfic of your own stories? )
You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15423672/chapters/35798619. Cal will be posting a “chapter” a day until we run out.
This is a ficlet/Vignette to Eseme-mi’s suggestion, of Callista from my Addergoole:TOS serial after she leaves Addergoole.
Callista had a hard time in school and an abusive boyfriend, which is glossed over but important in the story below.
Also important: she has six arms. See her description here.
Addergoole Year 21
Context notes: Addergoole Year 17 (2011-2012) is the year that the world fell apart; i.e., the “gods” returned from Ellehem and 90% of both humanity and fae died.
This story might add a little more context, as well.
Content warning: Unabashed patriotism.
First: Addergoole West-Coast: a beginning.
Previous: The Adults
Addergoole Castle was huge, Rosmarina quickly learned, far bigger than it looked from the outside, and it was a maze of rooms, some tiny and some giant. In order to get to the dormitory where she’d be staying, they ended up going up three floors, down two, across a bridge between sections of the school, and then up another floor. By the time we were there, Rosmarina was pretty sure she wouldn’t ever be able to find it again.
Then Pontius opened the door to her room, and she decided it didn’t matter, because she was never leaving. The room was twice the size of the one she shared at home with both her brothers, and there was only one big bed, one dresser, and one desk. “Is this…” she was afraid to ask, so she whispered it. “Is this all for me?” Continue reading
After Addergoole West-Coast: a beginning.
Rosmarina’s father had gone very still. “Yes,” he said slowly. It sounded like the words were being dragged from him. “Pontius. Of course I remember you. You… yes.”
The man held up both hands. “Peace. We grew up. I grew up. You want to fight about it, we can do that later, one we’ve got Rosmarina settled and have you and Muirenn and your family all set.”
“Dad?” Rosmarina tugged on her father’s sleeve. “What’s he mean?”
“It’s a school, starfish. You’ll stay at the school, remember?” Continue reading
Addergoole, sometime after year 9
“I don’t, uh…” He wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, something more like amused and a little awkward. “I mean. That is. Girls…?”
The last time this had come up, he’d gotten punched. Not by the girl; by her brother.
This woman – this girl? This Valkyrie with the horns curling out of her head and eyes like shadows themselves, she just smiled at him. “Conveniently, I don’t do guys.” Continue reading
The first meeting of Glee club had at least three times the number of people Zdenka thought they’d invited, but from the looks of things, more than half of them were just there to see what this was all about.
There were a whole five people from their year, and then another five from the year before them – “tenth cohort” – including the very distracting Aleron and, miracle of miracles, Yona. Continue reading
Last night, I was feeling like I was running on one cylinder and running out of gas, but I play this writing game, 4theWords, and I really wanted to move up one step on the leaderboards for battles.
Which meant 4 130-word (or so) battles.
So I asked for suggestions on Mastodon, and this is what came of it.
Well, technically, two of these weren’t even from suggestions…
But anyway! Words!
Filling the Boots
He woke and shook out the cards. Continue reading
This comes from a conversation I had with Inspector Caracal & Lilfluff on Mastodon.
Content warning: Attempted murder.
The school pool was empty, which meant, technically, Aelia should not have been in it.
She needed to swim off some stress, though, and she needed to make sure she was in decent shape when the match came. They’d lost against Rotterville-Hampton the last three times, and that was just not happening again. Continue reading
Rose was finding the people in Addergoole a little bit strange.
Yes, there were bullies, and yes there were nerds, or at least a few people in a little clique that she thought were probably nerds.
But on the other hand, there weren’t what she could read as popular kids, there were no sports, there wasn’t even a Math Olympiad or a Chess club – people seemed to group by their suites or their boyfriends/girlfriends or just not choose to clique up. Continue reading