The Man was sulking.
Romana did not find it all that attractive
He was attractive, physically. He was tall and lean and muscular, with a very firm chin unlike anything elven. He had very nice skin and lips that looked like they would be very nice smiling and he had beautiful hair that was nearly as long as Romana’s, which was saying something. Continue reading
They had to do something to pass the time.
They were snowed in – not just snowed in, but stuck, without a single plane, train, or automobile leaving the city for the foreseeable future.
The news reports were calling it the storm of the century, or they had before the power got a little too spotty to spend any on tv and the wifi got so miserable nobody could get a signal except when they sat in one specific spot in the middle of the dorms.
They’d started with board games.
That, of course, had led to arguing about board games.
That had almost led to a fist fight, but Maddy had gotten in the middle and handed Jody her glove. Continue reading
First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which They Go To Bed.
Please note: there are two chapters after “in which they stop kissing…” which have been deprecated. This re-write begins from Amrit and Mieve ending up in bed.
This is the actual commission: @Momerath@wandering.shop commissioned me to write another chapter of Beekeeper, (see the prequel to the commission linked above)
“Lina. Lina, if you want a shower before you save the world, you should get up now. Did you know your mother’s power includes a back room to a tent with a full bath?”
Lina blinked up at Jackson and stifled a yawn. “Shower,” she agreed. “Clothes?”
“Your mom brought some, here.” He handed her a pile of clothes. She stared at them blearily for a moment before blinking a couple times. “They’re… These are clothes I like.”
“I negotiated a couple times. The rest of us’ve been up for almost an hour,” he added. “You’ve still got time to shower and eat a good breakfast and stuff, but you have to get up now.”
“Getting up, getting up,” she muttered, and followed action to words and got up. “So I’m going to save the world dressed like a high school student. Instead of…” She had been confused when her mother had insisted on her bringing a couple of her “job interview and internship” outfits camping, but she could bet —
“Skirt suit with power pumps. Kept the necklace, though; and it’s high school professional student, you have to admit. Not ripped jeans and a band t-shirt.”
“The only band t-shirt I own I won in a bet from another kid who stole it from a concert. I mean, do you—?”
“A couple,” he admitted. “So it’s all high school professional?” Continue reading
First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which They Stop Kissing Long Enough to Talk.
Please note: there are two chapters after “in which they stop kissing…” which have been deprecated. This re-write begins from Amrit and Mieve ending up in bed.
This is a prequel to the commission, more or less: @Momerath@wandering.shop commissioned me to write another chapter of Beekeeper, and in order to do that, I needed to go back and fix the spot where I’d stalled.
Ahem.
Where I’d stalled Three Years Ago.
This chapter mentions sex and involves two people being naked and intimate but in a mainly fade-to-black way; there is no on-screen sex.
Content warning: a great deal of discussion of body modification, including some described.
So I was talking to @root@elle.systems regarding their new tongue-split modification. They said some stuff and I said some stuff and then we were talking about how great the tongue is and, ahem.
The green-haired person in this story is not meant to be @Root; they are simply a person who had a similar idea.
Also: Tír na Cali setting, but the only setting warning required is that mentioned above.
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“I want my whole body to be a tongue muscle.”
The person in front of Senne had green hair – very green, very well done – three piercings, two tattoos, and an energy like they were going to vibrate out of the room from excitement any moment now. Continue reading
Began here.
Chapter 2 here
Chapter 3 here.
Chapter 4 here.
Chapter 5 here.
Chapter 6 here.
Chapter 7 here.
Chapter 8 here.
Chapter 9 here.
Chapter 10 here.
Chapter 11 here.
Chapter 12 here.
Chapter 13 here.
Chapter 14 here.
Chapter 15 here.
I was supposed to see the oases?
Of course. You saw them, didn’t you?
There was just a little too much to take in. Malina put her head in her hands. She wanted –
She wanted her tutor, Yethen, who would help her through these things. She wanted her class-mates, especially Jaian, who knew what to do in situations where nothing made sense. She wanted –
She chuckled ruefully. She wanted people. She had spent so much of her life looking for a quiet place away from people, a little moment to herself. And here –
well, here, she had this cat, didn’t she? Even here, she wasn’t actually alone. Continue reading
This story started as a dream. 38,000 words in, it is finally past the part I dreamed.
What can I say? I dream big.
It’s a week before school starts. Lina’s parents have dragged her to a meetup on a hilltop campsite, filled with rich people acting weirdly. Some of them are even wearing robes, and not, say, bathrobes or Hugh Hefner smoking jackets. On top of that, Lina’s discovered that she can make force fields if she concentrates —
and somehow her mother pulled a whole (small) house out of a suitcase.
Things are only going to get weirder.
The Story to Date
Silence reigned in the campsite. Lina looked at her mother. She looked at Jackson. She looked back at Mr. Lee.
Finally, Mr. Lee huffed.
“I do,” he muttered. He turned to look at Lina straight on. “You are certain you stopped the first wave? And you are sure there will be more and you can stop them?”
“The power plant-” Jackson began. Lina caught his hand and squeezed it and he stopped.
“I am certain I stopped the first wave. I’m as sure as I can be that I can stop the subsequent waves with enough back-up. My shields will hold. I just need enough power to channel into them.”
“You were supposed to be a greybearded man,” Mr. Lee muttered. “Someone with decades of practice behind them.”
“Sorry to inconvenience you?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “This is me.” Continue reading
Lina laughed in the face of the Organization’s leader, making him take a step backwards.
“That’s really impressive.” She grinned at him, because magic was real. “I mean it. How many people know?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Araceli, how did you raise such a rude child?”
“I don’t think she’s rude at all, Manfield. I do believe that she has a valid question. How many people do know?”
“Do you have any idea what she’s talking about, because I certainly do not.” He huffed a little bit, but Lina could feel the way his power was pushing at her, trying to get her to shut up and to submit, to agree to everything he wanted. Continue reading