Speaking of Bingo…

Jan16

[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith has opened a [community profile] allbingo community:

…for encouraging people to make and share stuff through creative bingo. Previous bingo communities have focused on a single fest. This one is open to players from any fest or none. Here you can play a card from a defunct or closed fest, link a bingo from a currently active fest, generate a custom-made card to play, talk about your bingo activities, and much more.

Go check it out!

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Icon Day! Who do I want to have an icon of?

Jan15

[personal profile] itsamellama is hosting another Free Icon Day!

She’s done a few icons for me:

and one of Eluned that I don’t have uploaded yet. (need to get to that)

First: go request an icon, tip if you can.

Second: Who should I get an icon of next?

I’m working on:

* re-write of Addergoole
* Soon to be posting Edally Academy
* Slightly-less-soon to be posted Inner Circle

also, the Bingo, etc.

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Fallen out of the Habit – first and last words of yesterday

Jan15

For my Pirate Nano:
Kai struggled to find something polite to say, anything, so she could politely leave. “Congratulations.” That was what you were supposed to say, right?

and

“Well, if you don’t look, you won’t know what everyone else is looking at.”

I wrote 1,341 words yesterday on Addergoole re-writes (goal: 1250/days), bringing my total so far to 15,200 (goal: 14,890).

It’s a lot harder to stay on track in not-November, partially because in November I don’t mind giving up everything else for Nano, and partially because of the support system one has in Nov. And the write-ins. I could use a write-in. But I’m still on-goal: 310 words over on Addergoole yesterday, and 208 words over on my “write 600 words of other writing/day” goal.

Just because I’m all about the goals: I was also 6535 words OVER my “write more words than I did in January 2013” goal, but since that’s only 1600-something words/day, it would be hard to beat my pinowrimo goal and not make the other one 😉

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Holy Places: Bingo Card Fill

Jan13

Story: In the Holy
Prompt: Holy Place
Setting: Misc/Space (here)
524 Words:

From the notebook of Serja, called The Exile Church.

I was sent away for saying things that were not supposed to be true.

Those things I said, not because I wished to be sent away (I did not! I had a good life, as such things go, and good friends, as much as they could be, and a pleasant place to reside), not because I wished to make trouble (I also did not! People who make trouble were sent away, or worse), but because the truths sang from my mouth like the resonation of the universe, and it hurt to hear them called lies…

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Bingo! Column One

Jan13

This is a fill for my January 2nd card:

B1: A Favorite Place
Prompt: A Favorite Place
Verse: Stranded Universe
Summer knows her sister Autumn has a favorite place.

B2: Team D
Prompt: A Cunning Plan
Verse: Dragons Next Door
Whose brilliant idea was it to kidnap her?

B3: Time of Testing
Prompt: Test/Exam
Verse: n/a
“This is how we’ve tested since the dawn of time.”

B4: Unwelcome Guests
Prompt: Unwelcome Guest
Verse: Addergoole/Baram’s House Elves
In the middle of an apoc, most guests are unwelcome

B5: Victimization
Prompt: Victim
Verse: Dragons Next Door
Follows after Cunning Plan, above.

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BIN-go!

Jan13

I have posted a Bingo. And my card is still open!

The donation ticker is just $5 from a second row! (or $25 from two more rows… 😉


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Bonus Round: Daily Prompt

Jan13

[community profile] dailyprompt:

Today’s prompt is “getting your feet wet”.

Now accepting up to three prompts for this theme. Closed!

Bonus points if they dovetail with a square of my OrigFic bingo card

Take the first Step, or don’t.
Even your Knees are wet
Getting everything wet

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Securing One’s Own Legacy, a story of the Aunt Family/Zenobia for the Bonus Round

Jan13

To [personal profile] kelkyag‘s prompt for here, my [community profile] dailyprompt prompt “doomed from the start.”

Zenobia is the post-American-Civil-War Aunt in the Aunt Family; her tag is here and the family landing page is here.

The Aunt is a hereditary title with some magical power in this family, and is always a woman who has nieces.

The Icon (in DW) is of another Aunt, Ruan. I don’t have one for Zenobia yet.

Her older relatives did not like Zenobia.

Her relatives did not like Zenobia, with very few exceptions. She was, to quote one particularly annoyed relative – her grandmother, Festia – a most recalcitrant and difficult child.

She was not supposed to become the Aunt. Her own Aunt Beulah had tagged her as one of five hopefuls, back when they were young (Zenobia had been twelve; the others had been between ten and fifteen), but her grandmother and the others of that generation had opinions on the matters. It would be Giselle. It would be Bernadette. It would be Mary, even, or Claudette, but it would not be Zenobia.

Bernadette had been the easiest to eliminate, because Bernadette did not want to be the Aunt. She wanted out of the little backwater town, out of the influence of the women of the family, out of the planned everything.

Zenobia sent her postcards three times a year, and got back lovely pictures of Paris.

Mary had been trickier. Mary liked the taste of power, she liked the whispers of knowledge, she liked the reputation that one got.

She was also an immensely good dancer, sinful as it was supposed to be. Zenobia talked to a boy who knew a boy who knew a man, and Mary had become The Flying Marionette, the headlining act in a famous circus, with a reputation for being a bit of a witch.

The farmer’s son from down the road had gotten Giselle pregnant when she was eighteen. A shotgun marriage and a family-quick house-raising had taken her out of the running.

And now the Grannies and aunts and cousins were starting to look askance at Zenobia, and Aunt Beulah was not ready to pass over the mantle to anyone.

It was likely Claudette would take herself out of the running in the next three or four years, but in the meantime, Zenobia had to shift their attention from her. She would be Aunt, but the family didn’t know yet that their attempts had been doomed from the start.

“Do you, Zenobia, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth, so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

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Home Turf

Jan12

To [personal profile] rix_scaedu‘s prompt for here, my [community profile] dailyprompt prompt “doomed from the start.

Luke and Doug are characters from Addergoole, which in addition to the two webserials, has a landing page here.

Context for those not familiar with the universe: “Addergoole” is an underground boarding school for fae children in a dystopic modern-fantasy setting.

This is set in about year Nineteen of the Addergoole school; the war began at the end of Year Seventeen (2011) when the Departed Gods returned. There is a war on, a war that gives the overarching setting the name “Fae Apoc.”

Luke is the head of security (and PE teacher) for the school; Doug is his son, co-security, and combat teacher.

“Don’t they know there’s a war on?”

Doug’s father was irritable.

Doug’s father was always, as long as Doug could remember, irritable – angry, cranky, grumpy. Only one person in the world had succesfully noticed that the reason Doug seemed so grumpy all the time was at least fifty percent a flat imitation of his father (two people, but really, his mother didn’t count).

This was different. It had begun around year sixteen, and had just gotten worse over the last three years. Too many former cy’Luke had died in the war. Too many old friends of both of theirs, too, and too many students all around.

And now there was a team of nedetakai or returned gods attempting to slip through the eastern wards. They were slick, sure, but they were still trying to sneak around some of the best wards in the world – for no reason, as far as their intel could determine, except that the ward was there, and shiny.

Luke had his swords out, steel and rowan. He had his wings unfurled, and an expression on his face that Doug had rarely seen. He took to the air with a wordless snarl.

Doug took to the road by Harley. The look on his father’s face… he almost felt bad for the intruders.

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Hands-on-Knowledge, a Drabble of Dragons Next Door for the December Bingo Card

Jan12

This is to [personal profile] anke‘s prompt (on twitter) to my December OrigFic Bingo Card. This fills (for the second time) the “Knowledge” square.

Jin, Bianna, and the narrator (Aud) belong to the Dragons Next Door setting.

“There’s theoretical classes, of course.” Jin was talking fast. I tried not to smile; he liked to talk fast when he didn’t think his father was going to give him something. It worked on Sage, half because Sage didn’t notice it was happening, and then the other half because he noticed and was amused by it.

I was not Sage, but it amused me as well. I let him go on.

“There’s classes in everything, and Bianna’s already taking classes in the local college. And, being here, being so close to Smokey Knoll, you know that the college here is good in those things. But there’s all of those classes, and they only cover a small amount, and it’s all theory, you know, none of it is solid practice, and even the ones that do field work won’t let someone Bianna’s age – or mine – go on a field mission.”

“And you think I ought to know better than college professors?” I found it interesting that Bianna was simply listening. Her back was straight and she was watching me, not Jin. This was a girl to watch out for – or one to welcome into the family. Sage and I had been arguing that since we met her.

“I know you know better than the professors. The question is whether or not you’ll trust Bianna, not whether or not you’ll take a teenager on a field mission. After all, you’ve taken me and even Junie on trips.” He held up his hands. “I know it’s different. We’re your kids. You’ve been training us since we were born. but Bianna doesn’t have that. Her parents are human… as far as we can tell. She’d never even met a pixie until she came along with me on my birthday, much less a dragon. And the field is larger than you can handle on your own for a city, Mom, you’ve said it yourself, large and growing. You’ll need more than just me and Junie – if she wants to – and there’s going to be my time with the Tower.”

My boy knew how to talk. I nodded to Jin. Watch carefully, or welcome into the family. Possibly both. “And what does Bianna want?”

Bianna cleared her throat. “I want to learn, ma’am. I mean, I was considering social work for a career, but then Jin told me that the other races have almost no representation at all, and it occurred to me… maybe I could combine them. But I don’t know anything except what I’ve read in books.”

I knew everything the paperwork of a bureaucratic city could provide on Bianna, but that was not, by far, everything one could learn. “Perhaps we both could benefit from some hands-on learning.”

And if my son shot me a warning glance, well, that was his right. He was welcome to whatever relationships and loves he wanted, but when he introduced her to the family business… then it was time for some hands-on learning indeed.

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