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Hey, I even managed to get to bed early last night and make my bento and everything. Go me. Did not get as much writing done as I wanted to, which is going to result in cranky me since I've got a fair bit of incoming today. (God I love that widget.) But other than that, this isn't going too badly.

Still haven't figured out what I'm doing about Bele Chere. On the one hand, the money would be really nice. On the other hand, the time to write and rest would also be really nice. Ugh, decisions.

... Okay, that's it. Cheeseburger underwear. And now I go.

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And then about halfway through working on my The Losers tickling kink bingo fic I realized it wasn't actually kinky enough, just kind of cute and sad. So I wrote wingporn instead.

I'm thinking I will come in to Bele Chere. I need the money more than I need the rest, I'll just be more diligent about getting to bed early. And I don't know what I'm going to do about Folkmoot. I'll have Wednesday to break it up, assuming I don't keel over and die from getting my teeth yanked. The pain isn't an issue so much as the wooziness that always follows, which renders me incapable of doing much of anything, shipping-wise. On the other hand, it's a Wednesday, which means nothing much should be going on in terms of major amounts of shipping. Cross fingers.

I've come to realize, also, that as much as I've been bitching about my jiggliness (which is still there, bad body!) I also have an hourglass even in my jeans and t-shirt attire. So clearly something is happening. I'm just at a loss as to describe what, or how, or why, or how to keep it from driving me crazy except not to think about it. So I'll think about my writing deadlines instead. Or my upcoming tooth extraction. That'll work.

I tell you, I cannot wait for next Friday. Bele Chere will be over, my teeth will be done, yes, I'll have deadlines creeping up on me to hit me in the face, but all the insane stuff will be over. Routines, hopefully, will reassert themselves again. If I get through the next week with all my routines intact it will be a miracle.

[Fic] Feather Light

Title: Feather Light
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Pam/Cas (see hottestpsychic and soldier_ofgod for details)
Word Count: 939
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pam and Cas spend a quiet afternoon together on the couch.
A/N: Wingporn! Written for the kink_bingo prompt "Tickling"

The reading thing never lasted very long, most of the time. There were days when they could sit on the couch, curled together, and read to each other for hours. Or she would do some mundane task like mending things or sorting bills while he sat and read on the couch, one hand turning the pages and the other rubbing her feet or her calves or something like that.

But when they were curled up together reading aloud, it never lasted very long.

He turned her face to his with gentle fingertips under her chin and stopped her in mid-word with a kiss. Ford Prefect, apparently, could wait.

"Don't you want to hear how they..." she got out, before he kissed her again, and this time she turned in his arms to kiss him more thoroughly back.

"No, I would rather do this."

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[Fic] Humanity

Title: Humanity
Fandom: Shadowrun
Characters: Kid Stealth, OC
Word Count: ~4,000
Rating: R
Summary: Someone has a problem with Kid Stealth's hardware. Somehow, they work it out.
A/N: Probably only two or three people on my f-list will even know who these people are, alas. Written for kink_bingo's "Mechanical/Technological" prompt on account of Kid Stealth has velociraptor cyberlegs (and a cyberarm. But the cyberlegs are cooler).


Nagiko was a practical woman. When her father had been ousted from his place in the Yamaguchi-gumi by a jealous rival, she had quickly adapted to her lower status. When he had killed himself a year later, she had disappeared rather than be swallowed up by opportunistic sharks who would rather keep the family close at hand than risk them becoming an unknown quantity.

When Raven had offered her a place in his team, she had declined to move in under his protection, but consented to work with him on a semi-permanent basis. It was, after all, strategic to keep some level of distance between her and everyone else in case she had to disappear quickly. Nonetheless, she gave them no reason to doubt her loyalty or her commitment to their cause, both because it was not expedient to do so and because Raven's enthusiasm was infectious. And if nothing else, it was the first time in a long time she had had a chance to practice her skills without being rebuked for rising above her station or her place. Never mind what would have happened if they had found out what she was and how she was able to do the things she did.

"What was that you called that again?" Wolf asked her one day, looking up at her from where she was clinging to the netting six or so feet off the ground.

She grinned at him, hooked her feet into the ropes and swung over to the balcony, catching the railing and leaping it. Staying up on the second level ended the sparring match pretty well, but it didn't mean she couldn't show off.

"Magic," she laughed.

It was magic, too. Her grandfather told her that her innate magical ability had turned itself inward, enabled her to run faster, jump higher than many athletes with much less effort. Which was not, he had also said, an excuse for laziness. And then he had gone on to say that it was a pity she hadn't been born a boy and she had smiled, nodded, and gone running around the district park for the rest of the evening.

Raven never spoke against her family, and never brought up her past. The only person thus far who had dared to do so was Kid Stealth. They had had one very angry conversation in Japanese coming fast and clipped like machine gun fire and then they didn't speak for two weeks after that. Raven didn't ask, and while both Wolf and Valerie did, neither of them got much of an answer out of either party.

That argument aside, they managed to work with each other fairly well. She had learned a quiet sense of discipline and efficiency living in her home, and with her family as involved in the organization as they were. They assimilated her into their little group with the ease of a band of misfits joined to a purpose, and their conflicts were relatively few and far between.

Relatively.



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