WOW! Or "Day 4 and still writing..."

So. Sunday, I put out a call for prompts (LJ post) on the theme of Gender, Sexuality, and how they can go funky (short title: Genderfunky Giraffes).

21 short and medium pieces later... I still have at least 4 prompts to go. O_O

Yesterday's summary is here (or here)

In addition, I wrote "Sniffing it Out" (on LJ) to lilfluff's commissioned prompt for More Cali Catpeople

(the_vulture, do you want something written?)

and two stories on bi characters LJ) to twisted_times's gauntlet-toss.

While I am now closed for free prompts for this call, I am open to continuing any story at my general rate of $5/300 words. :-) I hope to finish the remaining prompts today; if you think I missed yours, please feel free to link me to it - the LJ thread got a little insane.

If you are feeling the urge to prompt someone... moonwolf1988 is calling for prompts ;-)

Heh, okay, obviously I don't write enough

Meme yoinked from celli

The first five six people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Three on DW, three on LJ.

* If you wish me to write fanfic, I will. However, it helps if I'm familiar with the 'verse
** Standardish 150-300 word drabbles here.

Switcheroo... Tír na Cali, for @DaHob

This is for dahob's prompt in my call for prompts.

Tír na Cali, not in a household currently used in other stories.

Content Warning: dubious consent leaning towards non-con. Bondage. Slavery. Spoiled-rotten royal kids.



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Vocabulary - New Word of the Day (for the 7th) - Pastiche

I took this vocabulary test, and was, being me, a bit miffed at the words I didn't know. But I wrote them down, so I have a new word-a-day for the next month! (I'm not sure how I didn't know this one, honestly)

Today's word is Pastiche

1: a literary, artistic, musical, or architectural work that imitates the style of previous work; also : such stylistic imitation
2 a : a musical, literary, or artistic composition made up of selections from different works : potpourri
b : hodgepodge
— pas·ti·cheur noun

Origin of PASTICHE
French, from Italian pasticcio

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/pastiche?show=0&t=1312997828

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This one was actually hard to find a setting to use it in.

Dinner was, because we were feeling artistic, a pastiche: Indian spice mixes, Polish sausage, Japanese rice. American-grown wine of German grapes topped it off.

Not quite... Hrmm..

"Your work seems to be a pastiche, an imitation of several famous styles..." The customer, probably a college kid and his eyes trailing over Autumn's tattoos rather than the art on the table, kept going, but Autumn had stopped paying attention. When he stopped talking, she asked, as gently as she had patience for (not much; it had been a long day and her feet hurt),

"So, you like it?"

He coughed, and blushed crimson. "...yeah."

"Buut..."

This is for kelkyag's prompt in my call for prompts: "Dealing with the lack of reassurance on the acceptance of a newly asserted gender identity..."

Unknown 'verse. And I hope I did okay.

I pressed myself against Caden, in the middle of our bed. “Did you hear me?”

“I heard you.”

It seemed unlikely; the book’s pages were still turning. The broad, lovely, scarred back was still to me.

“I’ve meditated on it. I’ve thought about it. I’ve been talking to my therapist about it. I’m a girl.”

Caden turned to look at me, the hot, hungry look so at odds with the heavy physics book still on the bed. “You’re Jay, my JJ.” The kiss, too, matched the look, hungry, hot, urgent. My body did uncomfortable things against Cade’s hip, and a gentle laugh echoed across the studio.

“Don’t you care?” This was easily the most important decision I had ever made. Easily the thing that would put my life where I wanted it. And I was getting kissed. And laughed at.

Cade trailed a hand down my arm. “Jay… you are my JJ. Whatever body you wear. Whatever pronouns you use. You are my JJ.” And kissed me again.

I stifled a sob into the kiss, and tried to figure out what I’d done wrong.

On Top.

For kc_obrien's prompt: "Not every pack Alpha has a bitch. Sometimes it is the bitch."

If this is anything, it is very very loosely Anita-verse OC

I went home with the new alpha. Jordan was dead, after all, and Chris had won me when he won the pack. I wanted to have a conversation with him, before he had too much time listening to others.

I could see it in his eyes, that he knew something was up, but I waited until we were in the bedroom, until he started going about things in a typical werewolf fashion, to bring it up. He had me pinned to the bed when I said, conversationally, “you know what I did?”

He froze. “What,” he admitted. “Not how. Or, for that matter, why.” He looked down at me, and, as if abashed, let go of my wrists. I scooted until I was sitting up, while his face went through a few odd contortions.

“You don’t need to know how.” I had cheated like hell, that’s how, to make sure he won. “Why… I should think that would be obvious.”

A heartbeat passed. Another. “You want me to be the alpha.”

“I do.” I let him keep the suspicions he was having to himself. For now. “I am not going to be raped or beaten again.”

“I’m the alpha,” he protested. “You’re my bitch.”

“Half right.”

Bringing it home, Dragons Next Door, for @skysailor99

This is for @skysailor99's prompt in my call for prompts: Make up a gender and have a character's partner learn to understand it.

I've never made up a gender before, so I mad-libbed from friends on Twitter nouns, advers, adjectives, and, thank you barbary, a gender name:

sloppily
hagadab
Morosely
alpine
geode
yoink

This is in the Dragons Next Door setting, but NOT the narrator family or the smiths. Elkin were going to be elf-kin, but I liked the typo better.

I think it's fair that I thought Farnah was male.

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