that stories published within the time-span but updated in a later
month fell by the way-side due to how the search was set up (restricted
to revised within said month, then sorted by date posted; all stories
published earlier but updated within the month-restriction could thus be
ignored with little research. Alas updated works first published within
the targeted month are moved to the updated month by the search engine
and are hence missing from these listings.
It’s the closest I’ve come to balance fairness with effort so far.)
I have a lot of regrets (namely only painting one side of the flowers and forgetting to add a piece until it was too late) but my legs are tired and aching after spending almost 8 hours tucked underneath me to make this
I have way more ideas for projects than i have time to do them, so i’m throwing out into the abyss an idea for a game i had. It’s called Bra Quest.
You are an average dude living in a sword-and-sorcery
fantasy world. You fall afoul of a sorceress and she turns you into a fantasy
game woman with a wildly unrealistic body. You decide to hunt down the
sorceress through this world of monsters, but you need to get armour that fits your
ridiculous massive boobs. The monsters you kill will give you bounty, which you
can exchange for armour. Also when you kill a dragon you can cut open its stomach and steal the clothing off the last princess it ate. The different breastplates will give you different
powers and weapons, eg flying or shooting fireballs. The animation will be
very silly. Different sets of armour
will be required to solve different levels. The armour with wings will make you fly from your tits. Some armour has spiky balls on chains that are like tassles. You get a health penalty when you jump or run without your bra on. You also have the option of offering the armuorers sexual favors in exchange for armor but they shoot you down every single time.
Kiki’s Pancakes, from Kiki’s Delivery Service by Studio Ghibli!
Yes, this is an updated recipe based on my Drop Scones. But once you’ve tasted the airy, fluffy, tender moistness of these pancakes, you won’t even think about how derivative this recipe is!
[If you like my writing, please check out my book Dear Wolf! Guaranteed to contain fantasy, mystery, one dog of reasonable size and quality, humorous misunderstandings, elderly detectives, and one cake!]
I love your fics so much! If your not too busy manybe you could do another superpowered soulmate au where peter notices how tired juno is whenever he gets back from a trip but juno tries to hide the fact that he cant sleep without peter around cause he doesnt want him to feel guilty
I may have started listening to The Bright Sessions a few days ago, so if I start channeling Caleb… well, they’ve got similar things to be insecure about.
Hello! It is I, your friendly neighborhood writer, coming to you with a New Business Venture!
Okay, truth be told, my dumb ass keeps going on depression-fueled Denny’s vacations and I just need to supplement my income a little so that I can keep tipping my waitresses well because I stayed there until 2am.
I’m opening writing commissions!!
The pricing is as follows:
Worksafe: $1 per 100 words NSFW:$2 per 100 words (these can’t be done at work, so less time to write)
I am not sure how well I can write: Garnet, most humans, any fandom that isn’t Steven Universe
I will not write: Lapidot, pedophilia, anything where Jasper is portrayed as abusive or irredeemably evil (asshole Jasper is fine)
So far, I’m pretty [shrugs] about most kinks, so if you’ve got a niche kink you want me to try, just ask!
Generally, 1-5k words would probably take about a week, but I may have to extend that depending upon my mental health; I will work to make sure that nothing 5k or below goes beyond a month without being completed. 5k/week is a good general metric for how long things will take, but I will remain in contact with you about how quickly the writing is going.
Commissions will be at least the length paid for; any words over the paid-for amount can be considered freebies unless you particularly feel like tipping extra.
Full payment is expected in advance; message me to discuss what you want done beforehand, and I will provide a PayPal invoice once details have been worked out.
There were always old stories told by my mom about the aliens she believed she had been abducted by in childhood. She remembered being in a hazy room on a table with something being forced down her throat while she was unable to move.
Later, while she pregnant with me, my dad was stationed in Las Vegas at Nellis AFB. They lived in a trailer park near the desert. One night my dad was on base and my mom fell asleep on her bed which took up the whole room, and had a door to the outside practically touching it. She had locked it with a hook and eye from the inside. She was startled awake by a loud bang, and found herself turned completely around the opposite direction from which she had gone to sleep with her feet on the pillow, looking up at the hook, swinging loose from its eye, as if the door had just been slammed shut.
She had many reproductive problems, and when she had her hysterectomy her uterus was covered in surgical scars even though she had not had any surgeries.
I grew up with these stories, which she clearly believed. I was always skeptical, until the night I was doing dishes and looked out the window to see a huge, cigar shaped craft with blinking lights all around it hovering above the treeline. I remember thinking ‘What the hell?!’ I had just started dishes and wasn’t even halfway done. The next thing I knew, I woke up standing in front of the sink, dishes finished…25 minutes after I started. It scared me a lot, and it was so frightening to think about the realistic possibility of alien abduction and not remembering what happened during that time.
My mom gave me a book when my oldest son was about 2 years old. It was called ‘Intruders,’ based on the true life research of many unconnected people who had experienced alien abduction. The similarity in all of their accounts plus the suggestion that abduction passes down through families made me scoop up my child and insist that he sleep in my bed while I stayed awake as long as I could to make sure nothing happened to him for about a month.
Shortly after that I moved to Oklahoma. It was stressful and I wasn’t worried about the aliens too much because my marriage was terrible and then the divorce process was even worse.
About 7 months after my ex husband left, I had met a man. It was a crazy relationship from the start, but it was just a few months in when we started noticing these ‘things’ in the sky. They looked like police cars flashing among the stars. We would sit on the front porch with coffee and watch them move around, come into the formation of a pentagon, then disappear one by one. It was the dawning of the age of the internet, limited to AOL forums. Others had seen them too. The boards were alive with speculation. They had to be in our atmosphere, someone theorized, because at times they would stay in the same place for hours as the constellations moved behind them.
I became pregnant with my daughter at about this time, even though I wasn’t aware of it yet. My own reproductive problems were such that I had not even menstruated for seven months.
One night, my boyfriend and I were asleep in bed. It wasn’t unusual to hear the police helicopter overhead, as that part of town was a bit sketchy. I remember hearing this massively loud noise, and waking up to realize that there was bright blue light coming in the window. At first I thought it was a helicopter. But then it dawned on me that the roar was constant, not buffeting like a helicopter. And that light…normally my neighbor’s amber porch light would shine in the window but that blue was definitely out of place. I remember looking over at my boyfriend, thinking ‘how can he be sleeping through that horrible noise?!’
I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up in the morning. I laid there and thought about it…as my little son was down the hall, I would have never in a million years gone back to bed without seeing what was hovering over the house. Never. I rushed in to check on him- he was sleeping peacefully, and my heart was relieved. Until my boyfriend woke up, and said to me ‘how in the world did you sleep through that helicopter last night!? It sounded like a freight train!’
I was shaken but I did not say anything, even though I was very worried about it, because it was similar to accounts in the ‘Intruders’ book.
A month later I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. I saw the blinking objects in the sky less and less, and tried to forget about it.
After my daughter was born, and the relationship with her father was over, I moved into an apartment. My daughter was about 6 months old at the time. I was walking past the living room windows and noticed a bright, blinking, familiar object in the sky. I happened to have my son’s telescope, so I set it up to see if I could get a good look at it. I could not seem to focus on it… I tried focusing on other stars, the moon…I was able to easily focus clearly on them. I went back and continued to try and focus on the blinking object, which was stock still and not moving. Every time I would almost get it focused, it would blur. Suddenly I realized that it looked a lot like a heat signature…the thought began to occur to me that maybe it was the heat from an exhaust vent in something much larger that was cloaked or camouflaged to resemble the stars and night sky. This thought terrified me, especially because it seemed so close.
I was glad my daughter’s crib was in my bedroom…with doors locked and blinds shut we went to bed. I did lay awake thinking about it for awhile. At some point I fell asleep, only to wake up in what was probably sleep paralysis and hopefully a hallucination…because coming in the window, holding my baby daughter in its arms was a huge figure. It had on a black uniform, and an unusually large round face with lights blinking in computer type lines. It had thick black hair that looked like wild electrical cords. I tried to scream, but I could not make any sound come out. I frantically struggled against my paralyzed body, trying to get up and get to my baby. The thing gently put her in the crib, then looked directly at me, putting a black gloved finger to where it’s mouth should have been, saying ‘Shhh…’ but not physically….I was hearing it telepathically in my mind. It walked back out through my second floor window which now had the blinds open. Not just open, but pulled by the string all the way up to the top.
After it was gone, I continued to struggle against the paralysis. Finally, it was if I just snapped out of it. I scrambled to the side of my daughter’s crib, frantically checking her for anything wrong. She seemed sleepy, but normal temp and pink skin…she looked none the wiser. I don’t think I slept well for more than a year.
I have not ever tried to dig deeper into what those blinking lights in the night sky are. I have never again tried to get a closer look. I still see them sometimes, blinking innocuously, like they want me to acknowledge them, or invite them into my consciousness. I never have again, because I believe that whatever it was took a great interest in my baby directly after I took an interest in it. There will always be that fear, right under the surface, that they have been taking us all along, whenever they want, and we just have no recollection of it.