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Buster Archibald Felix
Sheila - Secretary to Buster
Boo Archibald Felix
Alexis Archibald Felix III
Hsin (Hazy)


Apprentice
Intern -Apprentice Sequel
Colleagues
Claiming
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Meep wrote this delightfully wonderful response to this prompt.

It ended too soon or maybe the plunny had extra teeth….

Title: Poly Doesn’t Always mean More than one lover at a time.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1211

George shifted the smallish yet heavy plastic bag to his other hand, marveling again at how the bags could cut into fingers.

“Sir?”

“Sorry Officer. Did I hear anything the other day, you asked? Well something woke me and my toes are still discussing it with me, the walking in the dark to look out the window thing. And ... I not sure.”

“Of what aren’t you sure, sir? Did you see the vehicle that collided with the car parking area awning?”

“No. No vehicle. I didn’t see any car near the post at all. The area under the awning was perfectly barren by the time I made it to my window. To be honest, I work at night and I’ve got blackout drapes over the windows. Not even sure if what woke me was a car or truck hitting the post. I was asleep, you see.”
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Crossing his front legs, "I'm comfortable, what did you want to talk about?"



"She always pays special attention to me when I get back from a work trip."-- aka "Where have you been?!"


Some people have 'arm candy' but this one is a shoulder ornament.

Frogs' post Prompts
Meeps fic from Frogs' post Nose to Nose --- part 1
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Lost-Familiars-Concern -- Grumpy- Chester(Scamp) This is from Meep's Box Cat story arc This


Title: Kitten Gym
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 956


A distressed cry came from the pool table which had ever adult and some of the tweens cringing. It was followed by the sound of hacking up something and a hurried scurrying of small bodies through the pocket tunnels.

“Georgie slid into some ick and he’s being sick now too,” reported one small furry face whose body was swiftly pushed up and out by another kitten head. The first of course had to turn around and whap the kitten who was trying to escape through that pocket opening.

The green baize felt was soon awash with kittens tumbling over each other in mock or not so mock fights. Some even forgetting and disappearing back into the pockets only to reappear with great swiftness to be attacked as they tried to escape.

“Grab them and put them in the playpens so we can count them,” that was Chester trying to restore order.

“How many are there supposed to be?” someone called back as the magically kitten proof playpens, a gift from one of their benefactors, were brought in and set up.

“Unless someone snuck in a few more, there should be only 7,” was opinioned.

“Okay, there’s 4 and 3 between the 2 pens, and there’s still someone crying coming from the table.”

“Everybody quiet!” Silence froze everyone even the little one in the table. “Flash light and mirrors so we can figure out what we’re dealing with inside those tunnels.”

Grumpy entered and surveyed everything. With a grin he walked over to the table, “Foresaw this happening. Everyone but Chester get those kittens out of here and cleaned up if they need it.”

“We’re probably going to need to clean up in there. Don’t think we have to worry about your gag reflex now do we.”

“Wouldn’t bet on that.”

“We’ll see.” Grumpy pressed on a couple spots an adult arm’s length apart on the rail. Slowly it raised to reveal the tunnel underneath. “Needs cleaning. You’d have thought that small fast moving furry bodies would have taken care of that, would you.” He moved to the other side repeating the operation by pressing on the diamonds.

“Ah, there you are,” Grumpy lifted out a kitten too big to really be in the tunnels comfortably who was surrounded by the mess he’d made.

“He’s new. I don’t remember in-taking him.”

“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.

A distressed cry came from the pool table which had ever adult and some of the tweens cringing. It was followed by the sound of hacking up something and a hurried scurrying of small bodies through the pocket tunnels.

“Georgie slid into some ick and he’s being sick now too,” reported one small furry face whose body was swiftly pushed up and out by another kitten head. The first of course had to turn around and whap the kitten who was trying to escape through that pocket opening.

The green baize felt was soon awash with kittens tumbling over each other in mock or not so mock fights. Some even forgetting and disappearing back into the pockets only to reappear with great swiftness to be attacked as they tried to escape.

“Grab them and put them in the playpens so we can count them,” that was Chester trying to restore order.

“How many are there supposed to be?” someone called back as the magically kitten proof playpens, a gift from one of their benefactors, were brought in and set up.

“Unless someone snuck in a few more, there should be only 7,” was opinioned.

“Okay, there’s 4 and 3 between the 2 pens, and there’s still someone crying coming from the table.”

“Everybody quiet!” Silence froze everyone even the little one in the table. “Flash light and mirrors so we can figure out what we’re dealing with inside those tunnels.”

Grumpy entered and surveyed everything. With a grin he walked over to the table, “Foresaw this happening. Everyone but Chester get those kittens out of here and cleaned up if they need it.”

“We’re probably going to need to clean up in there. Don’t think we have to worry about your gag reflex now do we.”

“Wouldn’t bet on that.”

“We’ll see.” Grumpy pressed on a couple spots an adult arm’s length apart on the rail. Slowly it raised to reveal the tunnel underneath. “Needs cleaning. You’d have thought that small fast moving furry bodies would have taken care of that, would you.” He moved to the other side repeating the operation by pressing on the diamonds.

“Ah, there you are,” Grumpy lifted out a kitten too big to really be in the tunnels comfortably who was surrounded by the mess he’d made.

“He’s new. I don’t remember in-taking him.”

“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.

“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.

Holding the kitten up to better look at him, “Not feeling very good, are you. We’ll get in the familiar doctor to look at you but it’s probably that you ate too much too fast.” His comments were cut short as the kitten started gagging again. “Chester…”

Phone to ear, “Got him on speed dial. Hello Doc….”

Muffin turned out to be Milkwood, which got shortened quickly to Mil when Milly was rejected with claws and spitting dislike. They never discovered where Mil came from but he grew up well, making a good alliance and finding a good position as a familiar for hire. Because people will want a love story ending,they were still waiting for him to find wizard he'd keep for his own.
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Deal with your demon-possessed dogs elsewhere.
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Meep is up to posting 2a of a *laughing* Two part story and working on 2b. *griiiiiiiiiins*
THIS makes me very happy.

Book-cave Treasure

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Peles Castle, Romania, built between 1873 and 1914

Scroll down in the comments for another Meep/charis 'back and forth' story creation.

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