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Title: Attention Deficit Distraction
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 243

Drat it. Carefully she lifted the mirror from the altar like vanity as if it were an offering, supporting the silvery polished surface from below and not touching its reflective portion. Too much work went into keeping the mirror clear, bright and perfect. Turning the mirror towards the demon, she said, “See yourself and go, return from where you came and never leave that place.”

The demon laughed, his eyes glowing. “You think you can banish me from this plane before I plant myself in you?”

Her smile answered and made him pause. Sweeping out his hand as if to strike the impediment to his desire, he made the mistake of looking.

His denial slowly vanished as the mirror rapidly sucked him in and through. Some day she resolved, replacing the mirror in its spot as carefully as she’d picked it up.; she would scry where the various ones went when so banished. One could only live so long before curiosity became too strong.

Turning back to the monitor, set onto the back of the vanity, her fingers found the keyboard and she let the internet suck her in. There was scrying and there was informational scrying. Her smile broadened, research, scrying through a monitor was called research. The fiction she was working on was sorely in need of researching. Now where was that photo of the door that seemed to have an eye in the center of its organic exterior. She shuddered.

Part 2 -
It's Magic http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1301932.html

meep door prompt

The Door

Jun. 14th, 2017 11:26 pm
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Meep prompt -door
Meep provided the prompt for this ficlet.

Title: The Door
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 459



“Someone had more time on their hands than was good for them.”

“Excuse me?”

Tobias gave a jerk, “Oh, sorry. My mom used to make quilts and the door,” he shrugged, “she’d call that, half square triangle blocks.. done in glass. It’s easy enough to do it in fabric,” he grinned. “Yeah, the number of quilt videos I watched as a kid growing up, does not bear thinking about.”

“So other than the amount of time it took to make the door window, what do you think?”

“It’s pretty enough but what is it, an abstract or does it hope to convey a bunch of flowers.” Tobias squinted at the window, “Two larger … sunflowers, no those are too tall, gaillardia
perhaps. maybe with some blue hmm bellflowers maybe or cornflowers and then some chamomile thrown in. Asters, periwinkle?” Tobias threw up his hands, “It’s a flower garden.”

A grin answered him. “Yes. Very good.”

“Still a lot of time and work. Would have looked good with that clear swirly glass that looks like the surface of a brook. Can’t see through it, not really, but lets light through.”

The man shook his head. “Not as interesting and then there’s the conversations that can be started with people about it.”

Tobias turned and look at the man and was pleased. The man was interesting in his many parts. “Huh. Okay, what about the bottle cap impressions in the arch? Large bottle caps. Really large, with diamonds in between.”

An eyebrow rose over the strong beak of a nose.

Tobias did a quick reassessment of his own appeal. Had he gone too far? “Umm.”

“I think you mean the coffering of the soffit intrados.”

“Um, yeah, maybe, …. probably?”

Both eyebrows rose before the man’s face broke into a grin again. “The inside curve of an arch is an intrados, a soffit is the underside of a roof formed by eaves or a cornice .. , and the coffering is the series of sunken panels, in this case in octagon shape.”

“You’re having me on.”

“No, that’s really what all of that is and I don’t know you well enough to have you in that manner or if you prefer males to females or if you’ve had anyone inside you in that manner.”

Tobias blushed. “Okay, yes, and no I haven’t.”

The grin became a smile. “Good. Would you like to go somewhere to eat, if you trust me enough I could make us a luncheon.”

“Um, introductions first?”

“Gavin.”

“Tobias.”

“Nice to meet you, Tobias. There’s a nice restaurant just up the way.” The man cocked his elbow offering it to Tobias with a smile.

“Is the restaurant any good?”

“It’s the best but I’m biased.”

“Oh?”

“My restaurant.”

Sequel

Notes:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffer
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/soffit
http://www.doric-column.com/glossary_classical_architecture.html (Intrados)
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Title: Wednesday
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 218

“Dearly Departed, we are gathered here today to disjoin this body from this soul.
If anyone can show just cause why this body should not be separated from its soul, speak now or ever hold your peace. “

John looked at Henry. “Bad day?”

A toothy wide smile directed at him was Henry’s answer.

“How do you feel about decorating the office with heads put up on spikes around the room on the bookshelves?”

“Um,” John paused, “any particular heads and do they have to be real because after a time they’ll stink.”

“Oh, we’d have them professionally done to prevent that problem. And I haven’t determined which heads … yet.”

“Mine?”

“Nooooo, I’ve got other uses for your head … and your body. Stress relief through mutual pleasure. Plus you’re warm and cuddly which a definite plus…. And I love you.”

“Oh good,” John grinned. “I love you too.”

“However… you might not want to hang around today if the computer keeps pausing to decide if it wants to do what I’m telling it to do or I may affix you to the door and throw paperclips at you.”

“Right. I’ll bring you back lunch. Anything you have a yen for?”

“The blood of my enemies.”

“Right. Chocolate something for dessert,” John said leaving the room quickly.

Hot Water

Oct. 18th, 2016 11:03 am
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Title: Hot Water
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 425


What does it mean if Holy Water sizzles when it hits your skin (Asking on behalf of a friend)

Doran let his face fall into his hands, peering between his fingers; should he laugh or should he despair that it was his turn to be delegated to handle the non-official inquiries that came into the academy. Laughter won. It had to be one of the students, a prank. Everyone who’d taken Demonology 201 knew that, demons and Holy Water, was not an issue. A demon could bathe in the stuff and have to magically heat it to get a warm bath if it hadn’t been hot to begin with.

“Why is it always you that gets the amusing inquires?”

“Because I’ve got a handsome sexy demon for a boyfriend?” Doran suggested.

“No, that can’t be it, you don’t have a boyfriend, demon or otherwise,” Calvin slipped around the door and into the room to settle into the chair on the opposite side of the table.

“Ah you of inferior knowledge, I’ll have you know that I’ve been getting...” Doran stopped as if a sudden thought had occurred to him. “Nevermind,” he started to gather up his things.

Calvin stared after Doran, who slipped out the same door Calvin had just done the same in reverse. A grin pulled up his lips. “I knew it.”

“Knew what,” a voice came from the other side of the room where a mirror hung on the wall.

It took Calvin barely a second, apparating to outside the building and barely missed landing on one of the familiars, who hissed and took a swipe at him. The fangs seemed huge. “Sorry, sorry,” he offered leaping out of range, “there was a demon… in the mirror ...”

“Yeah, right. Asshat. Show a little inventiveness in your lies if you’re incompetent with your spell work.” The familiar walked off, his tail held high, the tip twitching in irritated disdain.

A water puddle from the recent rain shower spoke from the side of the walkway, “Well that was harsh.”

Calvin performed his second panicked apparation for the day, landing naked in the midst of a certain kind of party. There was a banned herb augmented dessert amongst the nibbles but this time Calvin hurriedly left in a non-magical manner. It was just bad luck that campus authorities were there to put an end to the festivities as he beat a hasty escape through the door.

The familiars were still clothed and Calvin was the one sent down for trying to corrupt familiar underclassmen.
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Title: The Quenching of Iron
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 611

“Hey Rufus, need some piss over here,” is what Harry heard all the time.

Just once he’d like someone to buy him some drink down at the tavern so he’d have something quality to drink and then piss out. Smith was too tight with his coin. No one was going to buy a drink for him if there was nothing in it for them or rather nothing to stick themselves into to fuck. He might as well be a monk with all the water he had to drink and a celibate monk at that.

“Waiting over here.”

With a sigh Harry took himself into the smithy to top up the urine quench tank.

The ring of iron hooves on the cobbles said that Smith had a buyer for the sword he’d finished. With a shiver Harry poured water over his head feeling its coolness wash the sweat off his chest and back. He’d brought Smith in some chopped wood for the forge; as pissing, though his primary function, wasn’t the only thing he was useful for, as Smith liked to would say.

“Beautiful.”

Looked like Smith’s talents were approved of.

“How much?”

“He’s a virgin. He stays a virgin else he’s no use for quenching the iron.”

A laugh responded, “A virgin to quench your iron for you? I’d pay for him to quench mine.”

Smith gasped. “He’s no whore for sale.”

“Pretty enough and my coin is good.”

“He’s not for sale.”

There was the sound of a blade being drawn, “Then I’ll take him for free.”

“Off with you Rufus!”

Harry ran ducking through the back of the smithy and out to take to the winding lane through into the copse. He hid under a concealing arched laurel’s boughs and waited for night to fall. When finally he left his den of leaves he carefully crept back to the smithy. The forge had been banked for the night so Smith must have escaped the knight’s displeasure.

“Smith?” he softly called.

“Here.”

Smith hadn’t escaped totally, his arm was bloodied but appeared whole.

“You escaped, did you my Rufus?
“Aye. I hid under a laurel tree.”

For some reason this set Smith off into laughter. “Well then I think it time I made an honest smith of you. Nothing like nearly losing someone, to put a person into mind of how much a fool you’d been. I expect that a no longer virgin ginger would be just as good for quenching iron as a virgin one anyway. That is… if you’ve a mind to take up with someone like me whose been tamping down his feelings.”

“I still have to tend to the wood?”

Smith went off into mirth again, “Aye, both for the forge and for the smith if you’ll have me.”

“Will you buy me some drink down at the tavern then?”

“Well as to that, thought you might like to learn how to brew our own ale. Don’t think I’ve not noticed you talking to some of the good wives about things.”

“You want me to learn the smithy, cut the wood, brew our ale… next thing I know you’ll have me cleaning the house and making the meals.”

“Thought we could share some of those chores off and on, as long as you’ll share my bed.”

“Like wedded?”

“Like wedded.”

Harry grinned, “okay but you keep calling me Rufus. M’name’s Harry.”

“Harry then, though I’ll be calling you Rufus in public. Don’t want folk to think I’ve gone soft now, do I?”

“Well I am supposed to tend to your wood,” Harry snickered, “no getting me with bairn though.”

"Think we could be avoiding that bit."

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10 Things You Should Know About the First Few Hours After Birth was the article heading but we all know that my brain likes to write its own words.

10 Things You Should Know About the First Few Hours After Death is what it came up with in the quick visual scan. Perfectly understandable, Yes? *head desk*

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Title: 10 Things You Should Know About the First Few Hours After Death
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 106


*bing ... bing bing bing* Excuse me. Anyone?

Yes. Fill this out and sit over there when you're done. We're rather busy right now; mislabelled wars, ebola, and we've got that earthquake scheduled... wait what was the last thing you remember? It wasn't a shaking was it?

No. There was this light ...

Oh a hospital death. Yes, well, fill this out and go sit over there when you're done.

No, you don't understand. There was this bright light in the sky and everything went white.

Shit! Solar Flare everybody! There's going to be a massive influx! Why can they not keep to agreed upon schedules?
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Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment part 5
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 304
Continues from Part 4
Short I know. *sighs*


“He’s still sleeping. We’ve the room for another 6 hours. Leave us.”

“There is a need to take a blood specimen, for the time after feeding, to access his RBC.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to take that specimen when he’s awake and rested before he leaves? It is unethical to draw blood when a person is unconscious.”

There was a sigh, “I need to take his vital signs as well. The blood draw can wait a few hours but the mini-exam needs to be done now and your consort called to inquire after events.”

“I’ll call Stephen later when I know more.” In exasperation,“Alright! Do your exam and then leave.”

“It would be helpful if you were not hovering possessively over your most recent meal.”

There was the rustle of clothing, before the feel of a blood pressure cuff being placed around his arm happened and then a cold stethoscope.

“Couldn’t you have least warmed up the instrument before applying it to him,” was hissed.

“I’m no more human than you are and I haven’t had the opportunity to feed or cuddle with his warmth,” was hissed back. “He’s awake,” was said with some surprise at Everett’s flinch.

Eyes still closed Everett mumbled, “m’not.” His hand sought out the blanket and encountered another hand, not as warm as his but it was pulling the blanket further up and tucking it around him.

“I still need to take your temperature,” something was fitted into his ear briefly and then, “I’ll be back to take the specimen in 3 hours.”
“How not awake are you, sweetling?” was asked in amused concern as a solid body fitted itself behind him, drawing him into enclosing arms. Everett didn’t answer, falling back into sleep as a kiss was lightly pressed in back of his ear. It was nice.

Continues with Part 6
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Since Lj is having troubles or I am, but I can get here fine, I'll just post this here. Severe storms are a coming and I don't want to lose this. Too am getting son once more kitted out for a trip north, this time for a wedding that I and he thought had already taken place. Evidently not.So anyone in the northern north mid-west, if you see someone that looks like me, say hi and how much you like reading my small efforts.



Title:Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 5 (I think)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 304


“He’s still sleeping. We’ve the room for another 6 hours. Leave us.”

“There is a need to take a blood specimen, for the time after feeding, to access his RBC.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to take that specimen when he’s awake and rested before he leaves? It is unethical to draw blood when a person is unconscious.”

There was a sigh, “I need to take his vital signs as well. The blood draw can wait a few hours but the mini-exam needs to be done now and your consort called to inquire after events.”

“I’ll call Stephen later when I know more.” In exasperation,“Alright! Do your exam and then leave.”

“It would be helpful if you were not hovering possessively over your most recent meal.”

There was the rustle of clothing, before the feel of a blood pressure cuff being placed around his arm happened and then a cold stethoscope.

“Couldn’t you have least warmed up the instrument before applying it to him,” was hissed.

“I’m no more human than you are and I haven’t had the opportunity to feed or cuddle with his warmth,” was hissed back. “He’s awake,” was said with some surprise at Everett’s flinch.

Eyes still closed Everett mumbled, “m’not.” His hand sought out the blanket and encountered another hand, not as warm as his but it was pulling the blanket further up and tucking it around him.

“I still need to take your temperature,” something was fitted into his ear briefly and then, “I’ll be back to take the specimen in 3 hours.”
“How not awake are you, sweetling?” was asked in amused concern as a solid body fitted itself behind him, drawing him into enclosing arms. Everett didn’t answer, falling back into sleep as a kiss was lightly pressed in back of his ear. It was nice.
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It has been a hellish week and today I dragged myself up and down three floors through countless classrooms dunning students to return their library books, leaving notices with replacement book prices, and !Eureka! having some appear as if by magic from backpacks. Last call in for all books to return was 2 weeks ago. 30+ pages of lists of overdue books are now down to 5. Only some of the things in this drabble did happen and the truck was white. And some mysterious person has mowed my front yard while I was at work.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #63 - Errant

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Title: Full Service Information Security (urban fantasy)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Errant


Tired, he was so, so tired. It’d been a hellish day and he struggled to keep his attention on the road, not wandering into other lanes, as he made his way home.

One lane over and in front of him was a large truck, its side decorated with the words, “Document Destruction Services”. It didn’t seem to know where it was going and his tired mind latched onto it as humorously amusing, turning to amazed wonder as suddenly it cut in front of him. The car flipped spectacularly.

“We get him?”

“Yep. Satisfactory Document Destruction Services, humans included, as advertized.”
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Title: Even Gods Like to Show Off
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Waterspout
Growing up in my 'classy' family, my brother (who would die if he knew I shared this) being a boy had a *coughs* piddlespout.

Richard stared, mouth open, at the weather event occurring in the bay. Long and sinuous, the coil of air and water sprang forth from the curled dense fluff of cloud to touch the choppy wave strewn surface. Through the spray’s edge at the energetic contact point, the sun’s eye on the horizon watched.

“Holy shit!” The sun wasn’t in any danger but Richard realized he could be if he continued with his stunned gawking. Still, how often did a person see this.

A booming voice sounded from above, “You think that's is something? Watch this!” and the funneled cock twirled.

The Hunt

May. 12th, 2014 11:07 pm
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Title: The Hunt
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1002


My Grandmam had said that long ago in the time of her grandmam’s grandmam, that one of the Faefolk had been at revelry, drunk on magic, and tupped where he wouldn’t have normally. The family had moved before the next full moon for fear he’d return and steal away that many times ago ancestor or later the child that came of it. It was a girl child that had been born, fair of face that showed her ancestry, and taught to hide what she was from everyone. Over the generations, sometimes the stolen blood came out stronger, sometimes less so and then there came me. All those generations the secret was passed down through the birthing of but one child, a girl each time, and again there happened me, caught someplace between with male parts and a female’s entrance. I’d heard the talk late in the night when they thought me asleep of whether to move to let me grow into the man my parts said or to stay and keep me in my maidenhood. In the end fate decided for them, the year the sweating sickness came, and I wrapped their bodies in shrouds for burial in the churchyard, along with the others the sickness took away that summer.

My muscles hardened from work readying for the winter; making the wood pile flourish in its growth, garnering in for storage some of the vegetables in case the ground froze solid under the protective leaf litter and herbs drying, dangling from the rafters. I’d been learned in the art of snarls and carefully nurtured the plants that the rabbits ate when the winter came on. There would be ample to feed me and keep me warm but I would need to decide what my future was before when the earth heated under Spring’s return and so would the passions of those to repopulate the village.

I’d wondered that my family had moved so close to the edge of the Great Forest, where it was said the Faefolk lived. The village lore talked of them and perhaps there I would have been noticed but for my family not being of the village, new moved from further away, and yet obviously human. And then there was me, my face coarsened from rubbing red clay into it to dull its ‘less than human’ perfection. Perhaps it was that I grew less cautious in my seclusion or lazy that I did not renew the clay quite as often with no family to remind me.

The moon shown through the window and the world did suddenly seem to magnify the sounds in the silence. Hooves caroled in the night, not of horses though at first one would think it for the shadows revealed mounts with their riders. It was only when they came into the open, silhouetted against the fullness of the moon’s glow, that the red deer with their riders could be seen for what they were and the two legged prey that they hunted. I was glad that I’d long quenched the fire and left the candles unlit, relishing the faint nip of cold of the season’s change and the clear crispness of the moonlight. My Mam would have said it was my Faefolk blood asserting itself and perhaps it was so for the riders had no heavy clothing to cosset them against the night though that might have been from the heat that burned in them for the frolic they meant to do with their prey, a male this time and not a female as had been told of in my family’s history. I stayed hidden, watching through the window, and did not know if I pitied the prey or was jealous of him or of the riders who would have him at the hunt’s end.

That choice too was taken from my hands for the next week when the night had turned chilled enough to thicken the stream with leaves that clung together with cold against the banks, there came a tapping at my door and I was fool enough to peek from behind the limp curtain at who was out there.

A red deer grazed in my herb garden, pushing the leaves with its nose to uncover the still green stems. Almost I went out to scare him away and in anger I did what had been discouraged by my Grandmam. I pushed at him with thought and watched as he startled up turning his head in reproof towards the outside of the door.

From inside the shadows I watched in horror as the fastening on the door undid itself and slowly moved inward. The shadows were not my friend, for that talent had gone missing in its appearance in my younger self. He stood in the doorway within the Moon’s path, gazing at me and smiled, then put out an upturned hand in invitation.

“Come away with me, my sweet. There is family yet for you among us of The Wood. Such as you should not be squandered on the human folk.”

There was compulsion in his words and I resisted to his amused approval but I was enough human and he not so. I placed my hand in his and we rode to within the forest where I could be what I was, both male and female, taker and taken. By the next autumn’s revelry I was with child and my lover stayed me from taking part in the hunt, saying instead that our riding should be in the comforts of our bed as was right for mated pairs. Instead we did our coupling on soft eider and thistle down. Our child, when I birthed him, was hearty and strong but like enough of his sire to be beautiful in that not human way. The child born the year after that, from my siring, was just as perfect and so did we rebuild the numbers of our clan; just solid enough of human kind, ethereally strong of magic for Fae.
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #51 - Centre

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Title: The Treasure (PG, m/m, prequel*)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Center/Centre (British people don’t spell things correctly sometimes *grins*)
Note: I’d like to say that Miri is evil and I had this idea that I was just going to write the first lines of so I wouldn’t lose it.
*continues with Dragon’s Work - Tending to the Fires (M/m, romance, weredragon)


In the center of the glen was an overlooked forest, for this was dragon territory they said. In the center of the forest, or near enough, was a waterfall whose water ran warm from some underground internal fire. The water fell to fill a basin of a largish pond, held cupped until it overflowed to become a river. The folk that benefitted from that river never sought its source for the obvious reason of the dragon. Dafydd knew nothing of this.


So when his horse threw him into the dirt and went its merry way gleefully or fearfully, for horses sometimes have more sense than their riders, Dafydd thought to ease his aching body in the hollowed out bowl of the warm waterfall. He was rinsing his hair, standing with his face raised to allow the stream to cascade down over all sides of his body, the water shining gems falling around and over his body alternately hiding and revealing the various mysteries that clothing concealed.

This is how Auryn found him and, resolving to lick each drop that caressed this human’s form and perhaps induce more to issue forth, the dragon introduced himself to his prey.
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #50 - Gold

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Title: Dragon’s Work - Tending to the Fires (M/m, romance, weredragon)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400
Prompt :Gold

A cold Welch person wrote: I need cwtchy (warm, snuggly, comforting) Dragon fic! anyone?
For Meep in honor of St. David’s Day.
Follows from this The Treasure (PG, m/m, prequel*) Drabble Cascade # 51.


It should have felt cold in the inner cave as it was protected from any heat the Sun’s light might have given against the chill February season. Instead there was a moist humid feel of more temperate climes. It wasn’t until he got to the farthest room that Dafydd understood. He knew that dragons loved gold, collected it as their treasure, sometimes at great cost to those that had it and didn’t want to part with it.

Gold should have been just as cold as any metal but Auryn had made the element into a form not easily stolen.

“Actually, I know how cold you find my lair even during the summer. So what do you think? Care to rid yourself of those rags for a spate of cwtching with a warm dragon?”

“My clothing isn’t rags, they’re quite serviceable attire for this time of year,” he objected.

‘Won’t be if you continue to wear them,’ a smug smile promised as a clawed hand reached towards him.

Jumping back and temporarily out of reach, “Alright. Divesting. Disrobing. Getting na…. Eeep.”

Wrapped in the glowing warmth of dragon limbs and tail, like a mouse being cuddled by a larger than normal cat, Dafydd interrupted to the echoing purr, “You know I liked that set of clothes and how am I supposed to stay warm let alone be decently clad when I have to return to my home?”

“Treasure.”

“What?”

“My Treasure is supposed to stay; guarded, safe, cared for, hidden, loved.”

“Ran out of words, did you?” Dafydd cuddled back rubbing against Auryn’s now human body.

“Do I need words when I’ve got you where I want you or will, soon as we recover from my last warming you to the idea of staying.”

“Oh is that what you call fucking someone’s brains out through their ass, warming someone up to an idea?”

“Hmm, melting your brain. All you could do was repeat my name along with a few other words like more and faster and harder.”

“You do realize that I’m not gold that can be liquified into however you want, though recently melted gold does warm up the place.”

“With a bit of effort,” Auryn kissed, nipped and rubbed his lover, “I believe I can create a puddle of Dafydd to fit my needs or rather be fitted to my needs.”

Dafydd moaned, “Try, I might reconsider staying longer.”
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #50 - Gold

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Title: Golden Web (PG,were-spiders, family)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400
Prompt: Gold
Thank you Meep for choosing the title since I couldn't.
Chapter 2 of the Were-spider series)




Reflected sunlight gleamed gold from the clerestory windows under the wide eaves and yes the Arachnos home was built into the hillside to take advantage of the natural insulation of the earth, in short another burrow but with pretty windows. Penn sat in the car and stared until Archie opened the car door and grinned at him.

“Be brave. Mom won’t eat you.”

Penn got quite the reverse feeling when a voice boomed out, “Not without catsup anyway,” and then laughed. “Your mother could eat anything with catsup on it.” He stuck his hand out, “Welcome. I’m this dangler from a string’s father, James Arthros. Took Millie’s last name, since all the kids were going to be were-spiders anyway. Seemed right, like correct labeling. You’ll probably want to do the same.”

Penn wheeled around to glare at Archie, “WHAT?”

Archie’s dad frowned at his son, “You did ask him to marry you, right?”

“Yes,” Archie sighed, “he’s having a problem with the idea of having kids.”

James grinned, “Oh, is that all? It’s alright son,” he addressed to Penn, “only one at a time. No problem at all though the sibling rivalry can get a bit hairy. Number of times I had to break up a biting scuffle and got bitten myself,” he shook his head. “Lived to tell the tale and there were some tails that got a wailing on after. Should have seen their little eyes when they realized how purring mad their mother was at them. They were afraid they’d killed me.” He shrugged, “venom isn’t lethal, sure stings though which some seem to like when frolicking in bed,” was said with a grin.

“Daaaaad.”

“James, Archie,” laughed a woman surely too young to be Archie's mom, “stop teasing our prospective son-in-law. He’ll find out the truth on his own.”

“Thank you.” Penn paused, “I think. Only one at a time?” he asked hesitantly.

“Usually,” was smiled back, “and the venom only paralyses for a short time especially when they’re young. Nothing to worry about ... if I get any grandkids from my children.” She took his arm leading him into the house, “Speaking of which I’ve put you both on the other side of the house so you can get working on that.” She giggled as she said it.

“Which room Mom?”

“Well we didn’t nee-eed two web rooms, so we put you in there.”

Archie smiled.
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave

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Title: Oh What a Tangled Web (PG,sequel, were-spider in human form)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Chapter 1 continues from here


Countryside blurred by in a sweep of lush green fields, intermittently dotted with copses of trees. Archie’s family abode, judging by how far out they were, must be as reclusive as the burrow, a burrow no matter that Archie termed his home a nest. Penn speculated it too might be underground taking advantage of the soil’s ambient heat and while I’m wondering, are Archie’s parents were-kin like Archie?

Rolling his head against the glass to look at his lover, Penn opened his mouth to ask and then closed it.

“What?”

“How did you know that ….? You’re driving! Eyes. Road.” Penn agitatedly motioned towards the roadway ahead.

“They’re not as noticeable when I’m in human form, but I still have more than one set of eyes,” he moved the hair off his forehead and sure enough there was an eye peaking out. “Makes for better attention to driving conditions especially in high traffic areas.” Archie grinned, “my auto insurance premiums are really low.”

“Huh,” Penn subsided back against the seat.

“So what were you going to ask me and thought better of it?”

Swallowing, “are your parents were-spiders too? Are there any spiderlings still in the nest that I have to be careful around?”

With a grin Archie brushed his hair back into position, “My mom is the spider in the house and no, no siblings in residence at the moment. Holidays might be different, but I didn’t think you wanted to be exposed to la famille en mass. I’m the only one who’s going to be eating you if anybody does.” The grin got bigger, “We’re really quite civilized, no stealing other people’s food or mates.”

“So I don’t have to worry about nibbling then. Even from the little ones?” he asked doubtfully.

“No nieces or nephews yet. You’ll be the first spider-mate brought home. Mom would eat anyone of us if we had spiderlings with a non-mate and then she’d steal the littles to raise them properly. She’s maternal like that.”

“We can’t give them any grandkids; that going to be a problem?” Great just what he needed, to invent more things to worry about during the family inspection.

Archie smiled a complacent smile at the roadway as he drove, “Won’t be a problem, Mom knows .” He snickered, “And things happen.”

“WHAT?” Penn turned full in his seat to stare at Archie.

“You’ll look cute all round bellied,” was said with a unconcerned manner before Archie spoiled it grinning. “It’ll be fine. Both my parents will love you because you love me and I love you. It’ll be a love fest in the nest.”

“O-kay.” Penn turned back to the window, “but if my tummy gets big and round, I’m the one going to be eating you.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Archie said. “Now stop worrying about spiderlings and start worrying about if you can keep quiet while I’m eating you tonight in my old bedroom, with my parents just down the hall.”

“Oh shit.”

Chapter 3 continues on here
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave

Drabble Cascade at FB3X - Every Tuesday



Title: A Proposal (PG, were-spider)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: Weave
Not a sweet snuggle cause well there’s going to be sex involved.


“You do intend to let me go once you’ve shown me what you can turn into?” Penn asked trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

Archie smiled, “Maybe you won’t ask to be let go after I’m done with you.” He shrugged. “It could happen.” He tied the last knot, tucking in the end neatly.

“If you bite me will I become like you?” A person had to ask after all when dealing with paranormals who said they could change shape. “Or is that just when the moon is full?”

“Full moon has little to do with it. Now,” he tore off a bit of duct tape with his human appearing teeth, “once I get you back to my nest, I’ll take the tape off so don’t panic.”

Penn nodded his head, his eyes white in the moonlight, stretched wide in panic anyway over the makeshift gag.

Archie sighed, “Alright. Now don’t panic, remember.”

Penn watched in horror as his boyfriend lover changed, becoming roundish and then the legs started erupting.

Oh God. A were-spider. and then, two large wings unfolded and Penn stopped thinking past Flying were-spider.

Tenderly Penn was gathered up before Archie took to the air, held securely so as not to be dropped. The nest wasn’t too far out in the country. Far enough that if he screamed there was a good chance no one would hear. He was so screwed.

The house was one of those new age get back to nature things, made to fit into the environment and utilizing the ground’s natural capabilities for temperature control. It was mostly underground, almost a burrow.

Who am I kidding, it is a burrow even if he calls it a nest. Then a thought occurred. Please don’t let there be any of his kids at home. Kids would definitely mean he was dinner.

He felt a jerking as his pants were opened and the brush of fine hairs as his important bits were worked out into the air by … palps. Those are palps. He wiggled a little in protest and two of the legs reached forward to pin his shoulders to the bed? and a palp stroked up and down his belly.

Archie moved and the tape was pulled carefully off as he hovered above Penn.

“Please don’t eat me.”

There was a chuckling sound from a human appearing mouth. “Not even if my pedipalps are going to fuck you up the ass while I do? I want to suck you dry and when you’ve recovered, do it again and again. We’ve got all weekend before I take you to meet my folks.” He nodded, “If you want to.”

Penn looked into the two largest eyes, more than two was difficult, and considered. “If you bite me do I become a spider or dead?”

“Nope. I’m NOT going to eat you.”

“Alright.” Penn nodded, “ask me after you suck me dry the first time.”

Archie’s chelicerae pulled to the sides grinning, “Will do.”


Continues here with human version of Archie
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave

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Title: Code Name Brock (G)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: weave
Do not tell me Tell if I used these terms incorrectly. I’m still at the bright eyed neophyte stage educationally.
Name courtesy of a book's author we were trying to find today. Cole was the last name, Brock the first. Which seems backwards but names make their own rules ... often.


Slowly Brock wove his way through the tangle seeking some moiety of pattern that would reveal how to unravel the problem. It wasn’t easy being the fixer in the complicated world that he worked, many nooks and crannies to scan.

‘Ah, there was the snarl that has everything in a continuous loop. The way in shouldn’t be too difficult. Aaaand,’ with some satisfaction, ‘there’s the entry in.’ What’s good for the hacker works for the security tech was the cliché.

Brock pulled out his bit of anti-virus and prepared to input and never saw the malware code that corrupted him.
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #48 - Valentine

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Title: The Building of Cupid’s Harem of Apprentices ( G, dub-con sort of)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Valentine

Santa's got elves. Cupid has to do things year round AND on one special day.

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‘It’s just another day,’ he’d muttered in disgust. Later he’d wonder, ‘what if I hadn’t seen that Valentine’s Day window display of red and white lacy froufrou.’

He’d rolled his eyes at the guy in the costume getup of wings, which were pretty life-like actually, and minimalistic clothing complete with sash. That was right up until the git had pulled an arrow from his quiver and stabbed him.

It had hurt even if the arrow melted faster than a snowflake.
And the guy, he had just stood right in front of Keith smirking all the while, as Keith’s world reshaped.

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