Archive | February 2013

That Girl Thursday: Akaterina (Kay, Kat)

Feb14

Spunky. Mouthy. Energetic.

These are things that make for an engaging personality and, generally, a very combative Kept. These are all things that describe Akaterina cy’Maureen. Or, at least, they do when she’s not collared.

The oldest child of a single mother, Kay was friendly but not the center of attention in her old school, and expected the same when she came to Addergoole. What she found instead was Agravain and a collar.

She also found Zita, Dr. Caitrin, and friends, but it’s sometimes hard for her to remember that part.

She’s a densely-built girl on the short side of average (Swimming and vollyball in her old school), with mocha skin and black hair down to her hips. Her Change gives her long, pointed ears, and a point to her chin, too, as well as elongated fingers and toes.

For more description, see her wiki page here – http://agyearnine.wikispaces.com/Kay

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Seeeeeeeeds!

Feb14

It’s the time of the year when we start planning our garden. This time of year, the snow and the slush demand some thinking about the warmth and the nice weather to come.

Also, seed catalogues have the best sales in February.

So, the T. and I were all set to put together an order last night – just needed to look through the box of freecycled seeds I’d picked up Tuesday – and then.

We opened the box.

O_O

Squash, at least three types
Four types of melons.
cumin, basil, more basil, parsley.
Peas, beans, GARBANZO beans, peas. Beans.
Posies. Loads and loads of posies.
Spinach. Lettuce. Two types of Kale.
five types of tomatoes
tomatillos
habeneros
bell peppers
Turnips, carrots, parsnips, rutabega, BEETS
Onions.

We’re gonna need a bigger garden.

They’re not new seeds; they’ll probably have a much lower germination rate than fresh seeds. But that’s okay. There’s enough overkill in there to allow for a rate as low as 10% on everything but the root veggies.

Guys, this is awesome.

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 parts. Poll 14

Feb14

previous: The Mechanism

“And if I sit?”

“Then we will play a game, and I will show you the Mechanism.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then we will play a different game.”

“Then I will sit.” His smile was crooked and very wry. “I trust you.”

next: The Chair

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (26) parts. Part 20

Feb14

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: Messy (LJ)

The Prince did not know the Mechanism was there. Of that, Stavanna was certain. If he’d known… things would be different, in one of a dozen ways.

It took four components of her bracelets to open the door. She was glad she didn’t need any of the tricks in her collar; she didn’t want her Master to know about those tricks yet.

Inside, the door closed behind them, the Mechanism glimmered and shone. A chair… nominally. A crank, several levers…

“What is it?”

“It is the most beautiful creation in all the world. And the most deadly. Will you sit?”

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (26) parts. Part 20

Feb13

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: From Here (LJ)

Content warning; ew.

In the times that followed, if she thought about that time at all, she thought of it as penance for her outburst –

– and that was how she thought of tying up the man, Daran, who owned her, beating him, humiliating him, as an outburst – penance, or another step in her eventual goal.

She tried not to think of it at all. She cleansed him, and then he made her dirty. Dirty, all over. Filthy.

And then he cleaned her, as carefully as she’d cleaned him.

And then, in the heart of the Prince’s castle, in the heart of her enemy’s territory, she took him to meet the Mechanism.

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Weblit Wednesday: a Guest Blog by Becka Sutton

Feb13

 All about Weblit Wednesday

What is Weblit Wednesday?

It all started on Twitter when a few of us started tweeting links to our favourite webfiction serials on a Wednesday and hashtagged it #weblitwednesday or #weblitwed. It lasted a while before it sort of petered out. I’m currently trying to revive the hashtag and expand it to include reviews and similar, so when Lyn asked me to write a guest post about it I agreed. It’s all about signal boosting your favourite weblits.

How do I take part?

It’s very simple to take part. Each Wednesday pick one of your favourite weblits (or take time to read a new one) and then tweet a link to it on Twitter using the hashtag above. In addition (or instead if you’re not on Twitter) you can post about it on you blog, facebook or other social network. And if you have time you can write and post a review of it as well.

Anything else?

I’m investigating setting up a couple of Mr Linky collectors like the one the #SerialTuesday people use. One will be for people to post links to their selected weblit and the other for them to post links to their reviews. We can then collate these into a report and post them up for reference.

I think that’s everything. If you have any questions please ask in comments.

About Becka

Becka Sutton is a self-described crazy cat lady, but she’s not very good at it: while she is crazy she only has one cat. She was born in Britain in 1972 and has lived there her entire life. As a child she started scrawling fantasy stories in exercise books her mother bought her to stop her scribbling in her school books. She hasn’t stopped writing since, and she credits writing as the outlet that allowed her to recover from the nervous breakdown she had after her parents died.

Her other interests include reading, listening to music, attempting to draw, growing her own vegetables and looking after the aforementioned Pumpkin cat.

No, you can’t read the novel she scrawled as a kid – she burned it long ago because it was awful.

You can find Becka’s weblit online at http://firebird-fiction.com/ and she is currently running an IndieGoGo Campaign http://igg.me/at/storm-child/x/29867 to raise funds to turn the second arc of one them into a book.

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Hunting Hawk

Feb12

After Some Nights and after Storm Front (now with 50% more ninjas.

::What should I do?::

::Intruders.:: He sent her the image of the property, the intruders, lying in wait. ::Get the kids into the basement. It’ll withstand just about everything. I’m going to land and take them by surprise while they’re waiting to take me by surprise.::

He circled twice more, muttering Intinn Workings under his breath, glad he always flew with an invisibility Mask. Had they seen him anyway? Why were they here? What were they?

::Where’s Seven? Over there. Over there. Where’s Six? Where’s six?::

::Ready to close. Where’s Five? Are we really doing this?::

::Team in place. Countdown. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.::

Him. Luke swooped down to the ground, silent death from above.

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 parts. Poll 13

Feb12

Previous: Cleaning (LJ)

He stroked her arm. “You will. And then, I think, we will have a little fun.”

She shuddered. “What sort of fun, Master?”

“Daran. And… hrrm.”

He studied her for a moment. “Since we’re in the bath anyway, or since we will be…”

He didn’t look angry, that was the thing. “Yes Daran.”

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (26) parts. Part 19

Feb12

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: Pennance (LJ)

“Now.” Eventually he stretched, wincing. “Princess, I think we are going to clean me out.”

She thought she’d misinterpreted him, but he held out his hand to her, so she took it. “Master?”

“Daran.” His correction was wry. “The set-up is already in the bathroom. I’d thought to clean you out…”

“You put yourself in my hands, Master.”

“And you did… as I expected. And now you will clean me. All of me.”

She looked at the enema kit, sitting on the basin, and nodded. “Yes, master. I will cleanse you. And then I will clean you.”

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Some Nights, a drabble of Luke

Feb12

After this and this, and on my side, this and this

He’d built the house closer to Addergoole than he liked, and not nearly close enough.

Close enough to be within its protections, close enough that he could visit – “visit” being part of the problem. But far enough away that Regine could never claim it as her own, that Mike could not easily stop in unannounced. Far enough away that he could not be there every night.

He had an obligation, after all.

After all this time he was beginning to wonder if it was time to pass the obligation on. Perhaps to one of his descendants.

Perhaps to Aodhfionn. That would be… interesting, to say the least.

For tonight, Doug had the fort, as it were. His Ana was around to help, if he needed it.

Luke’s wings spread wide the minute he stepped out of the school. The air, as always, felt like freedom, even if he, more than most, knew if for the lie it was, here.

Enough freedom to fly, at least. He leapt into the air and muttered a couple Meentik Workings to make the updraft he wanted. If he did this right, he could be home before dark.

And tonight, he wanted to be home quickly. There were some times that were meant for spending with loved ones.

He’d brought flowers. Flowers, and earrings. It was that sort of day, after all, and he’d been practicing making sapphire for a while now to get these right.

In centuries, you picked up a few useful skills.

The flowers – he’d had to buy those, he was no good at all with plants – died a quick death as he spotted someone near the perimeter of his property. The earrings were tucked into a pocket. There were people. Not one, but several people – he counted four, and muttered a Kwxe Working which gave him two more – surrounding his property.

Waiting.

He circled high above the land and muttered an Idu Working. Idu was by no means his best Word, but he could use it with effort. ::Myst. Trouble.:: He whispered it in her mind.

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