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Title: A Flash of Lightning
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 398


It is an odd way of finding out your current love interest is really a cat, Tim thought. Not that he was biased against cats or humans that turned into cats or vice versa.

The clouds had glowered for most of the day and so it wasn’t all that surprising when the rain had started. Alex had been drawn to sit legs, gathered under him in front of the windows, looking out at the storm and periodically putting up a finger to the glass where a rivulet wandered down outside, as if to catch it.

Tim watched him watching the rain and smiled. He could grow used to the view. Someplace in his soul rose a wanting to do something, he wasn’t sure what but it demanded a physical appreciation of the man seated with his legs under him looking out the window. Perhaps it was a need to gather Alex up in his arms but there was something restful about his posture, something reverent, that Tim didn’t want to trespass.Read more... )

Plans

Nov. 21st, 2017 03:10 pm
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Title: Plans
Master List - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1302810.html
Follows : Team Building
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 349


"Okay, I've met him now. He's a brat." Silas said, “and so’s his Grandfather.”

Nick sighed and applied himself to what or rather who he was doing; obviously he wasn’t working hard enough.

“You’d think his grandfather would be concerned about the effects of his grandson on the other plane.”

“I think that Assembly Chancellor Shelbiel is blind to any deficiencies in his grandson,” Nick paused in his applying and got a growl for his non-applying, “probably on purpose.”

“Hmmmm,” Silas rotated his ass trying to get Nick’s cock in an advantageous position so he could do it himself. “Maybe we need to take another angle on this.”

Nick moved just enough to brush the spot where Silas wanted him and stopped. “Such as?” Read more... )
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Title: Team Building
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Follows Demons with Issues
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1317

“Do we know who the demon brat is whose magic is being let loose to cause havoc on the human plane?”

“Think you presented that question with enough qualifiers in it? Does the Agency know which young demon is responsible? In this case, yes. And I’m glad that you are accepting the concept of ‘us’, so well.” Nick grinned at Silas and that grin broadened as Silas’ glower became darker.

“That was the ‘we’ as is represented by a combination of forces and knowledge, Asshole. We’re a team. This being demon society how do you, the demon in this pairing, suggest we confront him or her?”

“Young male demon, named Jazak. Read more... )

Follows with Part 14 - Plans
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Title: Demons with Issues
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Part 9 - Enter Silas, Part 10 - Pumpernickel, Part 11 - Of course one meets at a club (Silas & Nick)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 785

“So the latest round of storms coming out of the Atlantic were demon caused?” Silas asked. “Not what I’d have expected from the demons I’ve associated with. Must be a lower class of demons.”

Nick had winced. “The opposite in this case at least.” Silas’s brows had risen in disbelief. “’Some’ families produce children who have an … um inflated sense of entitlement.”

“So … brats,” Silas grinned at the sigh that resulted from Nick then frowned. “Why do you need my help since its demon magic?”

“Just because they’re young, doesn’t mean they’re untalented or their magical abilities not powerful. The families want things cleaned up discretely and for that it’ll take magic from this plane and mine.”

Silas glanced at Nick and then examined his nails. “Must be some powerful families if you’re willing to pay my fee for magical intervention.”

“My Agency is paying, not me, and I’m thinking that we’re in this as a team.”

“Team? When did I sign onto that?”

It was Nick’s grin that answered.

“What did you do?” Silas thought about tearing off his clothes to search on his body for any claiming marks but it could be a ploy on Nick’s part to get him naked again to put the claim on if it wasn’t there already. It had been a long time that they’d been naked with each other and he’d only just showered and got his clothes back on after a long actively pleasurable night. There were aches in places that were new to him.

“You mean you don’t remember?” was sighed. “I’ll have to do it all over again. Oh the things I do for the Agency,” Nick then snickered.

“Asshole.”

“One of my favorite places.”Read more... )

Continues with Team Building
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Arath/Poof, Malakishel/ Kish, Elert/ Kormier (Squeeky), Familiar Studies 101

Title: The Herb Shop (Part 5)
All in the Familiar Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets"
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 599

“I’ve had a call from a someone named Kish, who said he’s Arath’s Dad. He asked if everything was alright, that Arath is worried, not having seen you in class.”

Poof groomed a stray bit of fur better into place before answering Elert, the wizard half of his familiar-wizard family. “The ‘From Demon Concealment’ tonic you helped me with has been working. He never knew I was even in the area.” More smuggly, “Not that he didn’t look around.”

Elert nodded, “So it’s effective administered in a spray. Good to know.” He smiled, “Will let it be known on a need to know level. It’s handy to be undetectable to demon in some situations.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“The truth, of course.” As Poof’s eyes rounded, “Squeeky’s been fractious lately and you were staying home more with your Papa in case it might be infectious. Always best to mix the truth in with an evasion and that doesn’t work against parents,” was added severely, “just in case you thought to try it with us.”

“Me?” Poof innocently said.

“I was once young too, you know,” was grinned back. “Showing teeth in a wide yawn is only impressive if the individual it’s being done in front of to impress isn’t onto that person’s tricks.”

“Hmmm,” Poof hummed and was rewarded by Elert’s laugh.

Kormier wandered in with Squeeky dangling from his mouth, mumbling around kitten, “Wha yu tethin tha kittan?”

“Lying effectively without lying,” brought Kormier to a pause to look at his mate before his leaping up onto Poof’s bed and arranging himself and Squeeky.

“It’s not good lying to a demon. Gives them too much leverage if they catch you in it,” he reminded Elert and Poof. “So be careful and when in doubt, don’t. You will need to face him again though, soon. No sense pushing your young demon-wizard into doing something rash you’ll both regret.”

Poof sighed and nodded. “I don’t know how.”

Shrugging Kormier said, “Bump into him before class on your terms. Since you’ve been wearing the tonic, I suggest you don’t spray it on in the morning. No sense alerting him that you’ve been hiding in plain sight from him. Be clear with him about what you expect from him but let him try to explain himself first.”

Elert had winced during Kormier’s advice but he’d nodded, “Listen to your Dad. It works real well.”

Kormier laughed, “You didn’t require all that much training. Difficult to improve upon perfection.”

“You’re going to leave Squeeky here for me to mind while you two have couple’s time.” Poof observed; he knew the signs.
“He’s played and been fed and washed. He should be about ready to fall asleep soon. You could read your text book to him.”

“It’s the part about comparing courtship between the various cultures and how it affects cross-cultural interactions,” Poof informed his Dad askance.

“Well,” Kormier paused and took a breath, “that will be good practice and information for a certain difficult conversation tomorrow.”

“Ooooo-kay,” was responded doubtfully and earned a laugh from both his parents.

It did help though, Poof found. He could comment to Squeeky, an obviously impartial listener, on each point he thought was important and would be useful. Almost he was sorry when Squeeky fell asleep and he had to give up his monologue for fear of waking him. So he went back to the beginning and took notes on what he’d read and continued through the rest of the material. He could use them as an ice breaker when he talked to Arath tomorrow before class.
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Pumpernickel & Silas McKenny - cousin of Fern


The Club


Title: Of course one meets at a club
Follows from: Part 9 - Enter Silas & Part 10 - Pumpernickel
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1378

He had no idea why he found himself in a bar. Perhaps like a bug, he’d been drawn to the golden lights, a thin smile curved his lips at his whimsy. ‘Hopefully there’s no bug zapper, though,’ he paused to consider, ‘ then again that might be interesting. Exciting anyway.’ A familiar tingling traveled up and down his spine, something he hadn’t felt in a while. Someone compatible, at least for now, available and interesting had set off his awareness-dar.

Casually Silas glanced around, scanning the others who’d also been attracted to the music, lights and potential hook ups. A hand smoothed over his ass, fingers tracing down the seam of his pants until they cupped up between his legs the center ones separating and supporting his ass and longer finger in the middle pressing up behind his balls. That definitely got his attention which hardened in interest. So demon… probably. Only a demon would be so capitably forward, and that middle finger was stroking back and forth where it was situated. There was no one physically there but … there was.
“Fucking ass demon.” Read more... )

Part 12 - Demons with Issues
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Title: Relationships
Author: charisstomas
Word count: 189


“So how did your clandestine meeting go with ‘Alex’?”

Tony paused, “What makes you think … how do you know about that?”

“Just because Fred and I are mortal enemies...”

“Oh not mortal, not from what I’ve heard.”

Through clenched teeth, “mortal enemies. Just because he and I talk, doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

“Uh huh.”

“We can still talk to each other.”

“Talk. Uh huh.”

“WHAT DID ALEX TELL YOU?”

Tony assumed a mysterious Cheshire cat smile. “Oh, I don’t kiss and tell.”

“KISS and TELL?”

“I’m a little tired. Think I’ll go to bed now.”

“Wait. What?” and then menacingly, “You may not wake up in the morning.”

“That would make Alex sad and you’d have to go live with him and Fred.” Tony stuck his head back around the door frame, “Think about it.”

Tony grinned as from the other room he heard, “ARRRRR.” Seems he had a pirate for a cat. The pitterpat of rain outside made him smile. The garden needed a good soaking and he’d already warned Alex that tonight would probably not be a good night for Fred to go for any walks.
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Title: Street Art
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 421


“Alright who is the comedian?”

Tony came up to stand beside Don and surveyed the art on the pavement. “Probably some child. Some older child with more chalk than they know what to do with and more free time than is healthy.”

“I do not look like that.”

“Of course not, I’ve never seen your tail in that S shape and hmm looks like it might have been broken too.”

“My paws are not misshapen like that. They look like human feet. And it looks like I’ve got a sausage for a body. No cat has a sausage body.”

“True. True.” When in doubt just agree, Tony had found. “Cute face though.”

“Hmmm.”

“So you like Fred’s chalk art? It took him a while. I especially like the meteor. He doesn’t often change to his human form but for this he did.”

“He did this in his human form?” there was dread in Tony’s voice. Hoping against hope, “Fred’s age in dog years the same as his human form?”

“Oh,” The wizard laughed, “he’s about our age.” Eyeing the feline familiar, I’m assuming that Don is our age.”

“Then Fred is mentally an adult and not developmentally challenged?”

“Oh. Nope. Some people like to color in those adult coloring books. Fred likes a more free form format on pavement.” The wizard was slightly nervous, “this wasn’t meant to be derogatory. Think of it as sort of a caricature, exaggerated representation, a parody even. I um think the face is cute.”

“Look Wizard...”

“Alex. My name’s Alex. Pleased to meet you… again.”

“Look Alex...”

Tony cut off whatever Don was going to say, “I’m sure that Fred didn’t mean to be insulting. The fact that it’s on our sidewalk and not on your own is a bit suspect. But we’re adult enough to overlook any implied disrespect.”

“Um, Ooookay. Thank you. I’ll talk to Fred.”

“Thank You.”

As Alex walked hurriedly away Tony’s voice carried just enough to hear, “You will wait to cause it to rain until he gets safely back to his own house, Don. If need be we can get the hose out to wash the chalk off sooner. Do. Not.”

Alex put a little more speed into his step. By the time he saw his house fat raindrops were starting to splat on the concrete in an as yet sparse distribution.

Entering through the door he called, “Well, I don’t believe your familiar cat friend is a lover of your form of art.”

Fred’s laughter met his words.

On Display

May. 27th, 2017 05:01 pm
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Title: On Display
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 513

It was the commotion at the back door that drew Glen to look. He wasn’t the only one looking.
There on the door mat was Cicero lying on his back his furry tail end to the glass and the chickens who were talking loudly amongst themselves.

“Ciss, must you place yourself on display like that. There’s been enough trouble with the rooster as it is. Unless you like the rooster’s attentions. He’s got enough to do with the hens, he doesn’t need to prove himself with you too.”

Cicero impossibly stretched longer to the enjoyment of the hens.

Glen shook his head,“Flasher. You better be careful. It’s possible to have chicken cat offspring. You think being constipated is bad, think about pushing out a kitten sized egg.”

Nimbly Cicero rolled to the side and up where he proceeded to groom ironically the base of his spine near his tail.

“Thought you hadn’t considered that particular complication.”

“Will you stop interfering.” It was a tall red haired man outside the glass of the door. “Ciss, the hens lay eggs all the time. Claim it’s better than like being fucked.”

“Well that’s not surprising. You jump on them and then you’re done. Kind of a slam bam thank you ma'am.” Glen was not pulling any punches.

The man outside the door returned to his rooster shape and stalked off into the yard.

“Well you scared him off, didn’t you.” Cicero now stood with his hands on his hips facing Glen. “I’m all warmed up with no one to fuck me.”

“Enough with your tom catting ways, Ciss. If you want me, you don’t have to tease the rooster. Just show up on my bed in human form and I’m more than willing to satisfy you. BUT, I demand you give up your wantonness. If you’re with me than you’re with me only.”

“That a proposal?”

Glen squirmed, “well, um, yes.”

There was a flurry of arms and Glen found himself being rubbed on and kissed at the same time. Guess it was difficult to take the cat out of the cat familiar.

“I’ve loved since the first pet, you know.”

“Uh huh,” there was strong skepticism in Glen’s response. “I on the other hand have loved you since you showed up wet and forlorn on my doorstep. You wound your way into my heart with stealthy paws.”

Scattering kisses over his human wizard, “As I intended. It’s all in the presentation. I had to wait until the first decent rainstorm.”

Kissing back, Glen descended into surrender, “As I’m glad you did. BUT no more teasing the rooster.”

Laughing, “I don’t like slam bam, thank you ma’am. Well maybe sometimes but I like my lover to be that, my lover. Roosters don’t do it for me. A certain wizard will though.”

“Good.”

“Good. Meet you in the bedroom.” Cicero in cat form cheated, made it to the bed first, where he lolled back in all his naked human form reminiscent of how he lay on the door mat to the appreciation of the hens.

Nature

May. 12th, 2017 11:25 am
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Title: When a Child has been Sick
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 249

“He’s looking better,” Manc commented watching their son outside on the lawn in the growing darkness of dusk. “Good thing none of them are of the fae .”

“Amazing what a good season with rain will do to the insect population, isn’t it?” Allen responded. There was a gasp, “Are Lightning Bugs poisonous?” “Didn’t know he jump that high,” was said with awe.

“Well he is my son.”

“I’m going to get a glass jar. It’ll be interesting for him to see a Lightning Bug up close.”
Manc looked at Allen, “Like eating one isn’t up close….”

“Hush you.”

2 Lightning Bugs were captured. An event ignored by their son who was more intent on his own fun.

“You should really let them go soon. They’re out there to mate and produce the next generation.
You’re impeding next year’s Lightning Bug population.”

“Uhmmm. Too late.” Allen said looking into the jar.

“What?” Manc eyed his husband anxiously doubting his sanity.

“They’re.. um.. already attached.”

“You mean of all the Lightning Bugs in the backyard, you caught two compatible bugs who decided to mate with each other?”

“Yep,”

“Ooooookay.”

From inside the jar, “Oh baby, yes just like that,” had Manc and Allen look shocked at the jar and then each other.

“Wait a bit but put them outside before our kitten comes back in. I don’t think I’m ready to explain the facts of procreation yet.”

Allen glanced at Manc’s tummy and grinned. “We’re going to have to soon.”


Lightning bugs
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You can't expect a wizard's work area to be normal especially if his kid is going to spend some time there.
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Relics of Zlătari Church
The preserved arm of a 3rd century sorcerer is believed to have the power to lift curses and spells.

At a small church in Bucharest, Romania, are the relics of St. Cyprian the Mage, the patron saint of necromancers, witches, and sorcerers, who lived in the 3rd century CE. The preserved arm of the ancient magician, which rests in Zlătari Church, is believed by many to have the power to lift curses and spells when touched.

According to the legend, Cyprian, before becoming a Christian, travelled around to places like Greece, Egypt, and India, and became a powerful sorcerer. When he finally settled in Antioch, near the modern day Turkish town of Yalvaç, his reputation brought people to him asking for favors.

One of these people was a fellow pagan who desired the hand of a Christian woman named Justina, who had taken private vows of chastity. The pagan asked Cyprian to cast a spell on Justina and induce her to fall in love with him. Cyprian summoned demons to corrupt her, Read more... )
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Wine Cats
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1921336382/?tag=email-cats-20

Title: Wine Cats
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 231

It wasn't like I wanted to pose for this. Not that I don't like posing but the thimbleful of wine wasn't to my taste and even if it was... it should have been milk or gravy or catnip tea. hmmmm catnip tea....

"Morris, look at the pretty birdy."

What birdy, human?! Idiot. And the name's not Morris.

"Okay, That's good. Thanks for the borrowing of your cat, we’ll send you a copy of the book. He’s a handsome addition to our homage to ‘the animals behind the wines we love’ series."

From the safe arms of my wizard, Thomas, I do a low growl at 'the Idiot' kneading deep with my claws.
When the photographer was safely in his car and driving away, "If you ever...!"

"I won't. I won't. Ow! Watch the claws!" Thomas dropped Hector. "We have to appear to be normal. Photo opps are part of it. AND it's not my fault. You were the one who put out the ad online with your photo prominently displayed as vineyard supervisor. ”

“It was for the wizarding audience. ‘Magical wine and tea for your Magical Life’.”

“Well, it went out to everyone on the internet. Next time use select sites or chose a magical security app. We’re lucky that they only wanted to do a photo of the ‘interesting cat’ and thought that it was only a boutique vineyard.”
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Title: The Takeover
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 977


It was late. Josh said as much to his house guest where she lounged in ‘his’, comfy and sometimes place to sleep, tv chair. He picked up the now neatly washed bowl, since she was done licking it, a bowl that was supposed to lure her out of ‘his’ recliner chair to the floor. In the end he’d picked it up and put it next to her, where upon she’d made short work of it. The bowl was still in his hand when the doorbell rang.

“If this is for you, you’re going to have to go outside and socialize with them. It’s bedtime for me,” Josh called over his shoulder as he opened the door.

A laugh came from the person on the other side of the screen door. “Sherry, short for Scheherazade, giving you problems? She does have a mind of her own.”

“Your cat?”

“I don’t know if you could really call her mine,” was said with amusement. “I think she considers me hers and now you too. Might as well get used to it.”

“Wondered if she belonged to someone. She looks well cared for. Think she might have a bun in the oven though. You come to take her home? Pleeeese.”

Another laugh came from the man outside, “Like that would do any good. If she wants to be here, then she’ll be here. I was just checking on her. She’ll probably come home soon but you’d better expect to come with her.”

Josh’s “Um, excuse me,” was met by a grin.

“Name’s Ezekias, but call me Ezzie and don’t pay any attention to her calling me Easy or Ee-Ass. I’m not. Like some who won’t be named.”

The cat yawned widely from the recliner seat where she lounged.

“You said something about expecting to come home with her?”

“Let me ask you a question, how did you meet her?”

“I took to putting out food on the front step to distract her from me running her over with the car in the morning.” Josh blushed, “I mean if she was eating, then she’d not be under the car’s tires.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Couple weeks, maybe a bit more,” was said defensively.

“And she induced you to open the door to let her in….?”

“Just this last week.”

“Did you open the door for her today?”

Josh shook his head in confusion, “no… I don’t think I did.”

“Uh huh. But your door was closed.”

“Well not exactly, I was refilling the food outside and next thing I knew she just sort of appeared behind me.”

“And yet I see there’s food and water set up just inside your front hallway.”

“Yeah, well. I can explain.”

“No need,” Ezzie laughed. “I know her. And you fed her people food too.”

Josh looked down at the bowl, that had had cornmeal mush in it until recently and was still in his hand, as if he’d never seen it before. “Um.”

“Familiars are a bit like Harry Potter house brownies but in reverse. At least some of them.” Ezzie frowned at the culprit where she lay in the chair.

“Familiars? Potter house brownies?”

“Yep. Sherry’s a feline familiar who doesn’t change into human form. If anything it makes her more superior acting than one that can change.”

“You’re crazy, aren’t you. I can’t let you take her with you if you’re crazy. There’s no telling what you’d do to her. Goodnight.” Josh closed the door quickly, locking it.

“Well,” he said to his house guest, “that was interesting. I’m going to wash this bowl and then go to bed. I showed you where the litter box is, so use it if you need it. Goodnight to you.”

He lay in bed reviewing the measures he’d taken of cat proofing his house and decided that it would have to do. The bedroom door was closed so there wouldn’t be any stomping of 30 pounds a paw on his body to wake him, tomorrow was a Saturday. There was food out and water and a clean cat box, yes he’d checked. No need to get up early. Sometime in the night there was the click of the door as it opened and then…

“Sherry, you put him back. He’s not like a mouse you can bring home to me,” was quietly hissed.

“I’m pregnant,” was hissed back, “even Josh could tell. I’ll need two people to help me once the kittens are born. You, my wizardy Easy, and I will be working on magic and someone needs to watch over the kits. Besides you need someone to take care of you. No more bringing home strangers to play with, with my kittens in the house. Did you think I wouldn’t notice with all the noises you make when you get up someone’s ass? Josh at least won’t get pregnant, like some of the others.”

“He’s not magical.”

“Yes, he is.. on his father’s side a long way back. He’ll acclimate and he’s got vacation coming up soon. He’s purrfect.”

“Sherry. No.”

From the bed came a sleepy voice, “alright, I believe you. Will you both go to sleep and we’ll all” Josh pulled the pillow over his ear his, “talk in the morning,” ended with a yawn. “Harry Potter…. Sheesh.”

“You’d better give him a good morning wakeup so he’ll be nice and mellow,” was hissed at Ezzie.

A hand rose from the bedding, pointed at the door and the words, “Allakhazam,” were plainly mumbled into the blankets. Somehow Sherry was out in the hallway and the door slammed shut.

Ezzie looked at the warm cuddly man in his bed in amazement and shrugged, pulling Josh into his arms to snuggle before himself falling asleep. Morning was going to be interesting. He ignored the muted laughter that moved off down the hallway.
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Title: The Takeover
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 977


It was late. Josh said as much to his house guest where she lounged in ‘his’, comfy and sometimes place to sleep, tv chair. He picked up the now neatly washed bowl, since she was done licking it, a bowl that was supposed to lure her out of ‘his’ recliner chair to the floor. In the end he’d picked it up and put it next to her, where upon she’d made short work of it. The bowl was still in his hand when the doorbell rang.

“If this is for you, you’re going to have to go outside and socialize with them. It’s bedtime for me,” Josh called over his shoulder as he opened the door.

A laugh came from the person on the other side of the screen door. “Sherry, short for Scheherazade, giving you problems? She does have a mind of her own.”

“Your cat?”

“I don’t know if you could really call her mine,” was said with amusement. “I think she considers me hers and now you too. Might as well get used to it.”

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PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

The Museum of Alchemists and Magicians of Old Prague
The history of occult science is turned into a creepshow at this sensational Prague attraction

http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-museum-of-alchemists-and-magicians-of-old-prague

Prague is a city steeped in history both known and otherwise, and the darker side of the Czech capital's past is brought to light in evocative displays at The Museum of Alchemists and Magicians of Old Prague, which looks at some of the famous dabblers in the dark arts that have called the city home.






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Title: Prodigy
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 333


A rattling sound preceded, “Eight.” Again there was the rattle of the die across the floor followed by the high young voice of her son, “Three.” Once more the die dropped and rolled on the tiles, “Nine.”

Abby smiled, not yet 2 years old and his teachers were saying that Joshua was much advanced for a child of his age. He hadn’t gotten to identifying and though he had gotten to calling out the names of the higher numbers of the twelve sided die, yet.

There was one very big problem with his obsession with the educational toy, the red die. His bedtimes were becoming nerve shredding. For an hour after he was put to bed the repeated whimpered word “Die,” could be heard from his bedroom calling for it. He was addicted. It was too small for him to have unsupervised in bed, a choking hazard. But the continued crying in the middle of the night was heart rending; sometimes while he’d be dreaming, sometimes when he woke himself; calling out plaintively for his “Die.”

She hoped that this was only a temporary fixation. Something to be outgrown as he developed more control in his environment. That’s what the baby book said. So Abby waited, offering other options to the hard rounded smooth sided die being in the bed with him. The pillow in the shape of a die worked for a short ten minutes. There’d been a trip to the dice store to choose a larger version of the red die. Joshua had chosen a yellow die from those available, but it was still his “red die” that he called for at bedtime.

Two weeks later she noticed; Joshua called out the number, “Five,” and then there was the sound of the drop and rolling of the die. “Two,” again the die rolled. “Three!”

Abby looked down at her son as he let the die fall and watched in bemused horror as the thing rolled, stopping to reveal the number 3.
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Title: Herb Shop Part 4
Stray Stories/ On the Streets Story arc
Author: charisstoma
Word count:323


Poof hadn’t shown up for classes the last couple of days. Arath had a good idea why. His parents had stayed over a few days longer, realizing that their son was having an important first in his life.

Malakishel especially was sympathetic. A possible lover’s rejection was a part of growing up for a demon, or not, how else would a young demon learn the tactics and ins and outs of courtship. But a future consort’s rejection… Arath had always seemed to lean more towards the wizard side of the gene pool but he had enough demon in him to severely screw up his life.

Demons once they’d marked their future consort tended to go in for the sealing of the deal by whatever means possible, no matter how sneakily manipulative, to win the love of their very long lives. Some of those means, in times long past weren’t condoned even in the demon plane, and on this plane even some of the ones, that were currently condoned on the demon plane, would cause major diplomatic repercussions.

Arath was still very inexperienced, something Malakishel and Kish had had some heated words about before allowing their child to transfer to his new school.

Still one couldn’t take a young demon-wizard or wizard-demon and throw him in the pool of sex starved upper class students, studying demon mating techniques, as Kish had repeatedly told him with their first child. There’d been a stoat short stick brought into that discussion, if he remembered correctly, and binding spells. A smile stretched his mouth, oh yes he loved when Kish got riled enough to take the strict dominant lead occasionally. He’d had morning sickness for 54 days and a resulting son called, for a while, Farcy, now Fariciel, his demon genes expressing sooner perhaps because of the deliciously creative begetting of him. Malakishel sighed.

Begetting younglings was fun. Making the right decisions raising them was the difficult part.

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