#will this queue stephen?

[librarianess-blog]

The good thing about working part-time is I have all this time, I could learn a language or take up a sport I don't hate or knit cozies for everything in the house.

The bad thing is that I'm probably just gonna find a new tv show to obsess about and bingewatch to completion.

[the-hand-that-wrote-blog]

On Writing: Running from Nobles

Alright, I have to speak up in favor of princesses and noble ladies. Too often I’ve read books where they want to escape their lives because they’re just so bored of needlepoint and…needlepoint. And...

[librarianess-blog]

When I'm watching a show or film where the characters are supposed to be speaking a language other than English but the actors are speaking English and there's a joke based on wordplay all I can think is

Does that joke work in Latin?

[the-hand-that-wrote-blog]

Omniverse Part Eighteen

She stuck out her tongue at the lovely Terran, who looked scandalized (she reminded herself to be embarrassed that a potential Isa would be the kind of person scandalized by anything).

Isa squinted at the Siren. “Sure, gills’d be pretty fun, but what idiot gets lured to their watery grave by dulcet mermaids in this day and age. And you –“ she turned to confront the woman in the meadow. “Have some self respect. If he can’t catch you – running properly – he isn’t worth it, and if he can you should fight him and see who wins!” The meadow girl pouted, arms around the grinning boy. Isa rolled her eyes.

“So what I’m saying is,” she announced to the room at large. “You’ll waste your time trying to make me introspective, or wistful, or ashamed of my heritage or my past. I don’t need your damn character development.”

“The DNA of one hundred awesome species is in my blood. And you know I got all of the best bits.”

“Now where is the goddamn door!?”

The walls disappeared, taking the mirror/windows/realities with them.

Isa nodded, satisfied. “Let’s see what kind of trouble those dorks got themselves into without me.”

[the-hand-that-wrote-blog]

Trust Exercise

Emmeline: You have to fall back.

Dorian: No.

Emmeline: It's fine I'll catch you.

Dorian: No.

Emmeline: Please, omigod, everyone is staring just fall.

Dorian: No.

Isa: *pushes Dorian*

Emmeline: See, you're fine!

Dorian: *glares at Isa with the intensity of one thousand suns*

Dorian: And yet somehow I have less trust than before.

[the-hand-that-wrote-blog]

Omniverse Part Fifteen

Well, thought Isa Christine. This is interesting.

The next showed her in the desert world of Tribe, tough, deeply tanned skin mostly covered by her brightly patterned burnoose. She ran lightly over the sand – in a ruleless game of chase and hide and tackle with a dozen teenagers who could have been her sisters.

Here she was on Sol, with the cat-like eyes and golden hair that stood out in Emmeline on Hart. This version of herself was building her own spaceship. It looked epic.

A beautiful meadow and an Isa with long, purple hair in a long, floral gown was being chased by a young man. They were laughing. The real Isa made a face and backed away. Bleh. 

Here she was with soft, white fur on an icy planet, cuddling a baby seal. And here in a high treehouse with a man she recognised as one of her grandfathers, travelling down a zip line to hunt judging by the spear strapped to her back. In a large city Isa didn’t recognise, a half-sized version of herself was doing tumbling tricks for a small crowd.

Isa spun, taking in the mirrors all around and feeling a little sick. Where was the exit again?

***

How...? was Emmeline’s first thought, quickly followed by the impulse to hide. She didn’t think Gwenna had seen her, so she ducked around the nearest corner and started to walk quickly in the other direction.

How was she here? Why?

“Emmeline? Are you here?”

She started to feel guilty and glanced behind her. No.

When she looked forward again she saw her father opening a door and glancing inside. Panicking, she looked around. The corridor branched away and she slipped down the left fork, running now.

“Sweetie? Is that you?”

“Go away,” Emmeline muttered.

Dead end. The doors either side of the corridor were all locked and weren’t responding to her touch. She could see the two figures, one gold and feminine, the other large and steady, turn into the hall. Her mother began to run towards her.

“No. No. No.”

She looked down, wishing for an escape.

Had the trapdoor been there, beneath her feet, this whole time? Without pausing to think, she opened it and dropped down into darkness.

[the-hand-that-wrote-blog]

Princess-in-the-tower AU. Astrid gets rescued by a team consisting of Cash, Gwenna and the dorketeers. 

[the-hand-that-wrote-blog]

AU where Astrid and Cash buy a ship, elope and have piratical high sea adventures.