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
Okay, I thought I’d just open it up to you guys ’cause I need some reader excitement to excite me. 😉
Below is a list of my current projects, with a number afterwards listing number of days since last written.
Pick one, or one non-writing and one writing, for me to work on next writing session.
Please feel free to ask me what any of these are, too.
💾 – Website maintenance
🚶♀️ – Exercise
🎨 – Art
(no sign: writing)
| Thimbleful Posts💾 | 115 | |
| Plan Submission | n/a | |
| Patreon Xposts 💾 | 83 | |
| Spoonflower 🎨 | 60 | |
| mm werewolf | 58 | |
| Strata Fic | 58 | |
| Map 🎨 | 57 | |
| Bike 5 minutes 🚶♀️ | 53 | |
| Prompt | 21 | |
| Story for B | 18 | |
| Commission | 18 | |
| Saving the Cult | 17 | |
| Landing Page Landing Page💾 | 16 | |
| The Bellamy | 10 | |
| Painting the Prison | 10 | |
| F.I.B. M.A.D. | 9 | |
| sort files | 8 | |
| Muzzled | 8 | |
| Nano Mine | 8 | |
| Patreon | 7 | |
| Owed A Life | 4 | |
| Streeetch 🚶♀️ | 4 | |
| Purchase Negotiation | 4 | |
| Inherited | 3 | |
| Blog Post | 2 | |
| Helpers | 2 | |
| arranged | 1 | |
| TootFic | 1 | |
| Mine Book | 1 | |
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)
Hello, folks.
Somehow, it’s July.
If you read my site, you won’t be surprised that June was a bit of a slog for me (as I posted uh. Almost nothing. *cough* Sorry about that; I’m working on getting back to getting stuff posted both here and on Patreon).
Some of this – well, no, that was July. July has been a slog because my *@#(@& prescriber didn’t call in my ADHD-meds script, after, at last count, THREE calls from the pharmacy.
You know, the one thing I’m on that has serious withdrawal issues?
*grumble* Continue reading
“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