First: Spoils of War I: Surrender
PLEASE NOTE: I WENT BACK TO THE END OF CHAPTER 21 AND AM REWRITING FROM THAT POINT.
Archive | November 2019
Tinkering
Originally posted on Patreon in Nov 2019 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
New universe, as far as I know.
The terrarium seemed to have developed a strange mess in the lefthand back corner. Isidora moved it this way and that – carefully, always carefully; even though it was on a rotating platform, she always made certain to move it very slowly – until she could get a magnifying glass aimed at the corner in question.
Yes. She frowned at it for a moment. It seemed to have gotten a ruined building. Ruined, mostly abandoned, the roof collapsing.
When was the last time she’d looked at that corner? Maybe last week. The terrarium was mostly self-sustaining – it needed a little water and a little food every so often and she kept it plugged in to a battery back up to make sure it stayed at about the right temperature and such things, and it had been a busy week.
Still. She took a series of photos and made a couple notes. She’d have to keep an eye on that. Continue reading
Things a Tree Knows
Originally posted on Patreon in Nov 2019 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
The character(s) in this story are the grandsprouts of Curry, from Addergoole Year 9, especially this chapter and this outtake and this hiatus fic.
(note: as of posting in mid-January, Year 9 is temporarily down. Sorry about that!)
Short version: Curry, and “his” children, reproduce more or less asexually, and thus produce clones. But possibly not really.
This story is set a (short) generation after the apocalypse (2011-2012) in the Fae Apoc setting.
Quercus and their siblings are all “they”, because gender can be interesting when you’re a magical fairy not-quite-clone tree person.
There were things Quercus knew that didn’t really matter. Their siblings were not quite clones, but everyone thought they were; they weren’t quite clones of their parent, but everyone thought they were.
(They knew something that did matter, which was that their family line’s exact method of reproduction continued to confuse both botanists and fae geneticists, but it still seemed to work, although Quercus hadn’t been interested in trying themselves yet.)
They knew they grew up slowly, they had longer before they had to go to “school” than most people by almost twice as long, and they got to play in their garden as much as they wanted as long as they did their schoolwork and chores first. Continue reading
Brewfest, a late-posted Blog Post
This weekend September 28th was Brewfest.
I got a little behind in posting these. Oops!
“Is Brewfest just Oktoberfest with a fedora?”
“It’s more like… Oktoberfest without a hat at all.”
That being said, around here, Brewfest, at least the one we go to, is at the Boathouse, which used to be Thee (yes like that) Amish Market and is now a nice combination of a brewpub on one end and a flea market/craft store on the other end.
With your ticket, they give you a little 6-oz mini “pint glass” and 12 tasting tickets. Continue reading
Lord Eigeran (a wiki page)
From Tapaciore, the online grimoire
For the late-Rioren Dynasty politician, see Gorpen, Governor Eigeran
“Eigeran” and “Yarlen Eigeran” redirect here. For other uses, see Eigeran (disambiguation) and Yarlen Eigeran (disambiguation)
Yarlen Eigeran Gwymden of Prówit Nod, Lord by the King’s Writ, BE 812-902, [see Deklegion methods of formal address] was a Deklegion courtier most well known for his part in circumventing/averting the Dekleg–Elherion Empire war in the years of 847-852. He is also renowned (although less so in his own nation) for his work in poetry. Eigeran invented three new poetic forms/styles, one in his native Deklegion dialect of Shoktu and two in Middle Elherith (having spent much of his later life living in the Elherion Empire).[1]
Among his best-known works and accomplishments are the Treaty of the Cliff, a diplomatic treatise in four languages (Shoktu, Deklegia, Middle Elherith, and Carruph) which is credited not only with ending the conflict at hand but solving several entrenched problems in both Dekleg and in the Elherion Empire. Because the Treaty was considered a diplomatically manipulative document as well as a translation, he was called The Thief of the Cliff or The Lord of Lies both in life and for many decades after his death. The latter title gained him a resurgence of interest from younger generations in both Elherion and in Dekleg twice — in the 18th century and then again in the 24th century. Continue reading
Protected: Chapter 46: Cataclysm
Hidden Mall 89: Turn Around
“… to be the only Abby. How fucking lame is that?”
Abseil rolled her eyes at the Evil!Abby in front of her. “You can’t figure out how to be unique enough, you have to be the only one remotely like you. That’s – wow. I mean, okay, I’ve done some ridiculous things in my life. There was that time that I cut half my hair off because Suzanne Talbot was getting too much attention–“
“You didn’t do that.” Abby narrowed her eyes at her. “That’s ridiculous. I didn’t do that.”
“Nope.” She popped her p. “Because even being the same person, biologically, originally, we’re different people. We came from different universes. We made different choices. And you, you’re the absolute idiot who went around killing the results of every choice you didn’t make. I mean, seriously. You had the ultimate resource to learn exactly how other choices could have gone and you… turned into a murder spree?”
Abseil turned her back on the girl. “I’m ashamed to be related to you.” Continue reading
Purchase Negotiation 20: Pizza
First: Purchased: Negotiation
Previous: Screwed
He had to admit, the woman had decent taste in pizza joints.
They knew her here, too, and had teased her a little bit about the new boyfriend until she’d made a mock-stern face. “Don’t you dare scare this one off! He’s not like that last one, okay? So be nice.”
The waitress had winked at Leander. “You hear that? We can’t scare you off. So you be nice to her, mister.”
“I wouldn’t dream of being anything else,” he assured the woman. As they were seated, though, he couldn’t help but ask, “the last one?” Continue reading
Running in the Bear Empire 62: Breathe
First: Running in the Bear Empire
Previous:61 – By Your Hand
Next: 63: Panic
A dart flew over her head and thunked into the window. Deline rolled up to her knees and grabbed the knife she’d been holding to Carrone’s throat. She gauged where the dart had come from, rolled up several feet away from where she’d gone down, and found herself facing empty air for a heartbeat.
She turned and ducked down as another dart flew, just catching the edge of her tunic as she listened, this time, were there — of course there weren’t footsteps. A breath, another breath — if they fled, they’d come back again. If she didn’t move, they’d be most likely to flee.
Carrone’s trews were sitting on the floor between them. She gestured quickly to him; he nodded, scooped up the trews, and shifted to the foot of the bed.
She counted down on her fingers: 3, 2,1 — on one, he popped around the side of the bed and threw the trews in the air. The dart went through them as she took the second she needed to spot her target and threw her dagger. Continue reading
Studied by the Cat-Girls
Originally posted on Patreon in November 2019 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
not actually written to a prompt, but I know DaHob’s tastes tolerably well. ;-)I
The ads were obviously too good to be true.
Want to be a lab rat for the Chatten?
Live in comfort while aiding alien research!
Half of Ted’s friends were still convinced that the Chatten were a hoax. Ted himself wasn’t entirely sure one way or the other.
They looked hoax-like: humanoid aliens visiting the Earth with peaceful intentions — okay, he could sort of accept peaceful intentions, given some of what the Chatten ambassador was said to have asked on the UN floor. But humanoid? Bilateral symmetry, quasi-mammalian secondary sex characteristics, a slight covering of fur that looked more aesthetic than warming, and cat ears?
Also tails. Continue reading