Signal Boosting Time.

skjam is having a free "heroines" microfic day! No tips requested

ariestess is holding a one card draw! Tips are welcome but not required.

Ditto on finch; they and ambersweet (Who is offering writing, knitting, Reiki and editing) are raising funds for moving expenses

This poem, by barbary, is just flat-out awesome. Read it! Love it!

haikujaguar posted a discussion of crowdfunding payment models

minor_architect wrote a pretty awesome poem to the 30-Days challenge

Aaand the weekly meeks update!
Check out the lovely updated sketch of wyld_dandelyon's Feather-Blessed

Aand this sketch of ellenmillion's Reluctant Rescue. Kitty!

Fiction Sale - continue one of these stories!

Many of the stories from the Gender-Funky Giraffe Call for Prompts seem ripe for continuation.

This week, I offer two at a discounted rate: $4 will buy 500 words more on either story, up to $40/50,000 (That's more than I've written on anything but Addergoole).

( the stories )

Any other fic written can, of course, be sponsored for continuation at my usual $5/300 word rate. :-)

For more information, my Donor landing page is here (and on LJ)




We are under $15 from reaching the first incentive goal of $125!
For every $50 from $75 ($125, $175, $225, etc) reached, I will write and post publicly another short story as an expansion of one of the gender-funky drabbles.

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Meme! Indulge me?

Yoinked from recessional, who stole it from bessemerprocess:


If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach. -- Alfred Hitchcock, 1899 - 1980

If I wrote fic/drew art/vidded/folded origami/etc today, the readers/viewers would immediately be looking for... what?

A Kiss Under Duck-and-Cover, for clare_dragonfly

clare_dragonfly requested Theresa/Thomas in the kissing meme.

This comes after Hello and Forbidden.


It came, eventually, the moment she’d been waiting for.
The sirens did it, which meant that, in a manner of speaking, she had the wild tribes to thank. As they had all been drilled, they moved into the nearest interior room, and from there under the big, sturdy desks.

Theresa had been teaching a class, the one class she still taught and one, coincidentally, that Thomas was in. She stepped into the nearby library and slid, with a dexterity she was proud of, considering her advanced years, under the widest desk. She’d been hiding under this particular desk for so long, her teenaged initials were carved into a hidden corner.

And then, just as she was getting comfortable, Thomas slipped under there, smiling wickedly at her, like he knew what she’d been thinking. There was no talking, not with the sirens blaring, but that meant they were in relative privacy.

In relative privacy, in the center of the Library, surrounded by her students. This was madness. She reached for him, ostensibly to tug him further under the desk. Safety first.

He reached for her in return, pushing her academic hood back off her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her bare neck, her cheeks. She hadn’t been touched like this in… too long.

“Too long,” she mouthed, under cover of the sirens.

“I know,” he mouthed back, and kissed her.


Next: Beginning With a Kiss

Bowen, expanded.

Yesterday, I posted a piece on Bowen over 6 years, in response to rix_scaedu's prompt "Fridmar and Bowen..." in this flash-fiction meme (LJ).

It didn't feel like enough, but it was already over 250 (270, not counting date/time tags).

Then Rix sponsored more.

This is the whole story again; the new part is the 300 words in the middle.

Year Five, Week Six
Bowen sat uncomfortably in his Mentor’s office, fiddling with his collar. He had orders about what he could say and couldn’t, but going up against the edge of his orders was sometimes enough; his face twisted and his ears went flat, and people seemed to understand what that meant.
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Yet more kissing!

lilfluff requested Jas-who-will-be-a-boy/Rin or Girey in the kissing meme.

Notes: "Tuathan" is what the Cali royalty call themselves. Girey's language is not actually Italian, but it's within close enough that Jas could pick out basic words.

Not canon

Jas knew better.

There were rooms in the sub-sub-sub-basement sections of the Agency where you just didn't go, and there were rooms where, when you had to clean something, you cleaned very carefully only where you were told to, and didn't cross the blue lines.

You never crossed the blue lines.

This time, well, the blue line had been under something, and s/he'd moved it (Jas was still coming to terms with pronouns. Everyone here, even the cats who knew better, treated him like a boy. But there was still the little voice in the back of his/her head saying that wasn't quite right. Yet. Yet?). Jas had moved the box, ( Read more... )