A Thought About Original F/F Fiction…

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razieltwelve:

It occurred to me after commenting on another post on Tumblr, that I couldn’t really think of a lot of good fiction (not fan fiction) that had F/F pairings in it. In my comment, I suggested that the person might have to write their own fiction with F/F pairings.

Wait. Hold on a second.

I write stuff. I write original stuff. Maybe I should write original stuff with F/F pairings.

Hmm…

I guess I’ll have to think about it some more.

P. S. I have gotten quite a few messages speculating about Rose and Scarlett from The Last Huntress Series. One of those messages even suggested that Rose could get creative with her magic (she has, amongst other things, the ability to control metal wire). What I’m talking about in this post is fiction with more prominent F/F pairings, whereas The Last Huntress Series really doesn’t have a strong romantic element although I imagine a reader could find all sorts of subtext.

I decided to start hacking out ideas for a story today. I’ve got the basic character designs (i.e., personality, speech patterns, etc.) for the two main characters worked out, and I’m starting to fill out the roster. I have the rough ideas for the setting worked out too, but it might take a while to sharpen that up. Either way, I’ll probably aim for shorter episodic stories rather than huge novels since that will take forever to get off the ground, and a more episodic format suits what I’m thinking of better.

I’ll keep you guys posted… although this isn’t my number one original fiction priority at the moment. I recently finished The Wood of Endless Night, a fantasy short story written in more old-school prose that is set in the same world as The Burning Mountains. You can get it on Amazon here.

My next priority is probably the next story featuring Lizzy Stanton, and after that it’s probably this thing I’m working on involving an almost witch and a sort of familiar cat. Still, I can work on this at the same time. I don’t have a name for it just yet, but I’ll let you guys know how it goes.

Ten thousand or so words into the first draft at the moment. Hmm… I might post something soon to give you guys some idea of what it looks like. 

Progress continues. I’m 19,000 words into the first draft. I think the first draft should be done shortly. It’s very rough, so that word count could easily double or more.

I’ve also made progress on the lore of the setting, which is good since I plan on including a section after the story that discusses the setting from the point of view of one of the characters that has spent time studying the world. It’s kind of like research notes written by one of the characters.

I’m still tossing around names at the moment, but I’m leaning toward naming the story after the world it is set in: Fracture. As to why their world is named Fracture, you can probably make a few guesses. Alternatively, I’m thinking of going with something like The Sky Ablaze, or some such, since Fracture is already an extremely common name. Meh. I usually come up with the title of a story last anyway.

I’ll post a few snippets once I feel a bit more comfortable with the shape the story has taken.

After reading “Stay”, I was wondering, do you ship Yuffentine, and if so, would you ever write a fic for it?

Yuffentine is my original FF VII ship. I have written one story for it, which you can find here. I probably would have written more stories for it over the years, but shortly after writing that story, I ended up writing more Fangrai stuff, and I just kind of kept writing more of that.

Sabotage (Ordinary Heroes AU Snippet)

Lightning was good with the ladies. It wasn’t even something she put effort into. She just so happened to be what a lot of women were looking for. It wasn’t like people ignored her faults. They just seemed to think that those faults were adorable.

Her grumpiness became adorably grumpy, her murderous glares became adorable glares, and her ability to mangle people became an adorable sort of overprotectiveness. In short, she had, somehow, hit the jackpot. There was just one problem.

No matter how well things started, they always seemed to go wrong.

Case in point: she’d met a wonderful young woman at a bar after her patrol, only for their second date to turn into a disaster when the water main outside the restaurant had exploded. The restaurant had been flooded, her date had almost been swept away, and the whole thing had become a nightmare.

Case in point number two: she’d met a fellow officer who was, in her opinion, quite stunning. They got along well, they had a lot in common, and then the other woman was mysteriously transferred even though no one could tell her how or why that had happened.

It was all a bit discouraging. And then she met Fang. The clanswoman had fallen into Lightning’s lap one day. That is to say, Fang’s ship had crashed, she’d bailed, and then she’d fallen right on top of Lightning. It seemed like one big coincidence, especially when she received orders that, as part of a jointly governed settlement initiative, Lightning would be incorporating a clanswoman into her squad and that clanswoman happened to be Fang. Oh, and her superiors had no idea who’d given the order, but it was there in the system with the highest level of clearance attached to it.

Despite Fang deriving an unusual amount of enjoyment from teasing her, Lightning had quickly found herself liking the huntress. And that liking had turned into an odd friendship that had turned into a real friendship that had turned into something more. And Lightning spent the whole time wondering when things would start to go wrong.

Only nothing did.

If anything, everything went so right that it was scary. Their schedules would miraculously line up. They would find themselves on cases that invariably ended up with the two of them spending a lot of time alone together. They were even assigned to regular beach patrols at a nice resort.

It was crazy.

But Lightning wasn’t about to complain. She loved Fang, and Fang loved her. That was more than enough.

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Averia and Diana breathed a sigh of relief as they peered through the binoculars and watched their parents get married. After their Aunt Vanille’s time machine had dumped them smack bang into the middle of an alternate reality they hadn’t known what to do. To make matters worse, the time machine had crash landed on the transport that was supposed to be taking Fang to New Bodhum. 

With her transport destroyed, Fang had decided to put off joining the Guardian Corps as part of an initiative by the jointly governed settlements. Oops. Averia and Diana might have accidentally wiped out their own selves in this reality. Crap.

So they’d done the only thing they could think of. Using their innate awesomeness and the fact that both of them were now in their mid twenties, they’d infiltrated the Guardian Corps in New Bodhum. Then, using all the skills they’d acquired in their reality, they’d sabotaged all of Lightning’s relationships in a desperate bid to buy time for Fang to reapply.

They hadn’t enjoyed doing it, and it made them feel pretty evil, but they didn’t have a choice, not if they wanted themselves to exist in this reality too.

Finally, however, Fang had made her way to New Bodhum. A little bit more sabotage ensured that she ended up meeting Lightning, and the rest, as people said, was history.

With their mission complete, Diana and Averia dedicated their resources to fixing the time machine and returned to their home reality to find that they had not, in fact, fixed the time machine. They were actually a few decades in the past, and they’d landed right in the middle of Lightning and Serah’s infamous argument that had led to the whole Fall of Cocoon thing.

Oops.

On the upside, they weren’t the only ones who’d crashed there. Claire had obvious gone looking for them, and she’d ended up there too along with their Aunt Vanille.

Obstacle Course (RWBY x FF XIII AU Snippet)

“As the leader of your team, Ruby, it is up to you to lead your minions safely through my obstacle course.”

The minions in question – Blake, Yang, and Weiss – all glared at Professor Dia. The redhead seemed utterly oblivious to their ire. Well, that wasn’t completely correct. She knew exactly how annoyed at her they were. She simply didn’t care. She’d spent years being glared at by far scarier people, three of whom were Farrons. Some kids glaring at her was not about to worry her. Besides, they wouldn’t have the energy to glare much longer.

“Uh, sure.” Ruby scratched the back of her head. “But… is this really part of our classwork? I mean this is supposed to be a weapons research and development class.”

“A good point.” Vanille nodded sagely. “But I got bored of teaching that stuff, so I thought we’d take a break today by testing my new obstacle course.” She gestured at the obstacle course. “Begin whenever you’re ready. And don’t worry, I can totally call for a medic if you get hurt.”

Unspoken was the fact that they would almost certainly get mangled.

The obstacle course was like something out of a nightmare. There were whirling blades, jets of flames, clouds of poisonous gas, jagged spikes, and what appeared to be several dozen Grimm wandering around the middle. Oh, and half the walls and floor were electrified because why not.

“Wait…” Vanille peered at the obstacle course. “I forgot to turn it on.” She reached into her pocket, pulled out a remote control that had about a billion different buttons and then pushed a button. Now, the obstacle course was slowly filling with water, which was so lovely, considering the electricity. “Hmm… you should probably start running through it now. Otherwise, you’re just going to get electrocuted the whole time.”

Fifteen minutes later…

“Good work, you four.” Vanille smiled at Team RWBY, who looked like they’d been attacked by rabid Grimm, poked by spikes, and electrocuted several dozens times, which, as a matter of fact, was exactly what had happened. Oh, and Weiss might have gotten a little tipsy on laughing gas. “You can go to lunch early.”

“Yay…” Ruby managed to get out before collapsing onto the ground.

“Hmm…” Vanille discretely called for some of her minions to help carry Team RWBY to the cafeteria. “Now… who do we have next?” Ah, yes.” She smiled sunnily. “Team JNPR… it’s your turn now.”

Writing Short Stories Is Not The Same As Writing Novels

One of the most common misconceptions I’ve heard is that short stories are easier to write than novels because they are shorter. I don’t agree. In fact, I think short stories can be as difficult to write as novels, sometimes even more difficult.

A novel’s length is certainly imposing. Putting together upward of 60,000 words of coherent prose is not easy. But that length is also a powerful advantage. A writer that has tens of thousands of words to develop the plot, characters, and setting of a story has much more room to play with than a writer who only has five thousand words.

Consider how a reader develops a sense of a character’s identity. A reader might look at things like the character’s history, how they interact with others, and how they speak. The more examples of each that a reader has access to, the more pieces they have of the puzzle that is the character’s identity. Shorter stories cannot offer as many examples as longer stories. As a result, the examples they do offer have to be better, on average, than those of a longer story if they want to develop equally strong characterisation.

The same can be said about the plot or the setting. Think of some of the complicated plots that run through political thrillers or epic fantasies. These plots often require huge amounts of groundwork before they can come to fruition – groundwork that simply wouldn’t be possible with a much shorter format. Likewise, portraying a rich, engaging setting is easier when you have more room to talk about that setting. Shorter stories have to do more with less.

But, as I’ve mentioned, novels come with their own difficulties. A novel’s greater length means that people have greater expectations of it. Readers expect deeper plots, more interesting settings, and deeper characters from novels than short stories. Keeping a consistent tone and style throughout a novel can also be difficult, especially when that style is somewhat ornate (see e.g., novels written in the style of Lovecraft or Tolkien).

Novels and short stories are both forms of fiction, and they have many things in common. But the skills required to be good at one are not necessarily the same as those required to be good in the other.

If you want to read more about my thoughts on writing, you can find those here.

I also write original fiction, which you can find here.

Sneak (Unfinished Fairy Tale)

Alison and Li shared a look and then began to creep toward the kitchen. It was hard enough to sneak ice cream out of the fridge since both their parents were huntresses, but their mom was a Faunus too. She could probably hear them from all the way in her bedroom. And if that wasn’t enough, she could make clones too. There was probably one watching them right now.

Just to be sure, both twins took a quick look around the kitchen.

“Okay,” Li whispered to Chomp. “Keep watch, Chomp. If you see one of our parents, go distract them. We’ll share the ice cream.”

The dog nodded and padded over to sit in the shadows. It was the middle of the night, after all, and the twins had left all the lights off. They were Faunus, so they could see just fine in the dark.

“Get a stool,” Alison ordered as she went over to grab some bowls and spoons. “We need it to get the ice cream.”

Li returned with a stool, making as little noise as possible, and she climbed up onto it, reaching into the freezer for the ice cream.

“It’s a bit late for ice cream, isn’t it?”

Li turned to the side. A pair of amber eyes gleamed in the darkness. “Ah!” She toppled backward, but a strong pair of arms wrapped around her. A moment later, Alison was being held in those same arms, and the two of them were sitting on the kitchen counter. The lights came on.

“You two aren’t as quiet as you think,” Blake murmured. “And I am a very light sleeper.” She caught the two of them looking at Chomp and laughed. “Don’t blame him. I didn’t come through that way.” She nodded at the open window. “I came in through there.”

Alison gasped. “Did you climb out of your bedroom window, climb around the house, and then break into the kitchen window, all without us noticing?”

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“That is so cool!” Li cried.

Blake laughed. Her eyes softened as she noticed Yang padding toward the kitchen. 

“Is there a reason you three are in the kitchen?” Yang asked, yawning. “Wait, is that ice cream? Were you really going to have midnight ice cream without me?”

The twins looked at Blake with hope shining in their eyes. Chomp came over and added his own puppy dog eyes to the mix.

“I suppose we could.” Blake patted the twins on their heads. “But we shouldn’t make a habit of it.”

Stay (Lightning x Tifa AU Snippet)

Tifa waved to the last of her customers as they left the bar. Closing time on Friday was always a bit rowdy, but she’d gotten very good at getting people out of the bar on time and without a fuss. It helped that most of her regulars had seen her put at least one person through a wall with her bare hands. It wasn’t exactly normal, but she hadn’t been normal in a long time.

She turned to the rest of the bar’s workers and smiled. They’d been even busier than usual, and they’d handled things perfectly. “Great work tonight, guys. Now, let’s just get this place tidied up, then we can all go home.”

There were a few muted cheers at that, and Tifa bit back a laugh. The weekend beckoned, and quite a few of the others had plans. In short order, the bar was clean and tidy again. As the others headed out the door, Tifa busied herself with the drinks behind the bar. She wasn’t heading up to bed just yet.

Soon enough, she heard the door swing open again, followed by the sound of boots on the floor. The sounds were a courtesy. She knew who those boots belonged to, and they could move without a sound when they had to. Still, Tifa didn’t bother to turn. Instead, she relished the feeling of familiar eyes upon her, and she gave a quiet chuckle as the gaze on her intensified when she bent over to reach for the whiskey.

With the whiskey and a glass in hand, Tifa turned. “Lightning.”

“Tifa.” The pink-haired woman eased a stool over to the bar and sat on it with the same almost eerie grace with which she did everything. Even after what had to be another long week keeping order in the area, Lightning refused to slouch.

“So… how are things?” Tifa poured Lightning her whiskey and pushed it across the counter. She’d learned early on that Lightning never ordered anything stronger than a cola during the week. It was only on Friday that the soldier let herself indulge. “Busy?”

“It’s always busy,” Lightning murmured. She took a sip of her whiskey, and Tifa studied the slender column of her throat. “It doesn’t help that your friend Yuffie was in town earlier this week. She may be royalty, but she’s also trouble.”

Tifa grinned and gave Lightning a pat on the hand. “Yuffie is an… acquired taste. Just be glad that she’s gone to pester Vincent.”

“That man is either going to marry her or strangle her.” Lightning’s lips twitched, and she brushed back a lock of pink hair, her gaze drifting from Tifa’s burgundy eyes to the bead of sweat that trickled toward Tifa’s collar bone. “I can easily imagine him doing both.”

“Well, Yuffie is one of the only people in the world who can make Vincent smile, even if it’s because he’s imagining all the ways he can kill her.” Tifa poured herself a glass of whiskey. “You know, you could always come in during regular hours. My staff are beginning to take bets about why you always wait until after closing time to come in and why I always let you.”

“I like coming in late.” Lightning reached over and cradled Tifa’s hands in hers. She was pleased to see that the other woman’s knuckles didn’t seem the least bit red. Either Tifa hadn’t needed to punch anyone, or she’d at least remembered to put on her gloves first. “I’m selfish, Tifa. I don’t like sharing you with anyone else. Coming in after closing means I don’t have to.”

“Dummy.” There was no bite to Tifa’s words, only exasperation and fondness. “Tell me more about your day.”

They passed the next half an hour talking about how their days had gone. It was small talk, for the most part, but Tifa savoured it. Lightning was not someone who usually did small talk. Indeed, Lightning wasn’t one to talk much unless it was actually needed, which was a shame since Lightning had a lovely voice. She had a good sense of humour too, when she let it show, and Tifa made sure to share all the small, humorous little tidbits from her day at the bar.

“You know,” Tifa said, walking over to the doors. “Cloud and Aerith took Denzel and Marlene camping this afternoon. They won’t be back until Sunday evening.”

“Is that so?” Lightning tapped the side of her glass with one finger.

“Yes.” Tifa locked the doors and walked back to Lightning, leaning over the other woman and wrapping her arms around her. “You could stay.”

Lightning pretended to think it over, and Tifa pressed a kiss to her cheek. She knew Lightning would stay. She always did. It was one of the things Tifa loved about her. Lightning did not let people into her heart easily, but she would defend those she had let in to the death.

It reminded her of when Lightning had first arrived in the area, a newly minted Guardian Corps officer. She’d come from the wealthy suburbs of Cocoon with an immaculate uniform and perfect posture. People hadn’t thought she’d last long. Even Tifa hadn’t been sure what to make of her.

But Lightning had completed her compulsory tour of duty in the less savoury parts of town, and then she’d done something no one had expected. She’d stayed. No Guardian Corps officers stayed unless they had to, that was how it had always been. But Lightning had, and she’d set about cleaning up the neighbourhood with military zeal.

In the five years since Lightning had arrived, she’d organised raids, reached out to the community, recruited more officers – whatever it took to make things better. And it had worked as people slowly, but surely, realised that Lightning was in it for the long haul. She’d stayed, and that meant something. It meant a lot, actually. Now, Lightning was a familiar figure in the area, and it wasn’t unusual to see Guardian Corps officers patrolling the streets and keeping order.

And for some reason or another, Lightning had chosen Tifa’s bar to unwind in. Maybe it was dumb luck, or maybe Lightning had heard that Tifa was one of the other people interested in making things better. Whatever it was, Tifa was just glad that Lightning had chosen to walk in late one night to shoot the breeze over some whiskey.

“You know, I’ll have to send Serah a message.” Lightning reached into her pocket for her phone.

“Oh?” Tifa grinned, and her grin only widened when Lightning gave her a half-hearted glare. “The mighty Lightning Farron has to tell her sister when she wants to spend the night away from home?”

“The mighty Lightning Farron’s sister will turn up at your bar with a bow if I don’t.”

Tifa reached for the phone and typed out a quick message telling Serah that Lightning would be staying over. “I guess you have a point. Serah is very good with a bow.” She snickered at Serah’s immediate reply: a smiley face.

“Yes, she is.” Lightning stood up and turned, pulling Tifa into her arms. “I don’t have work this weekend.”

“Good.” Tifa ran one finger along Lightning’s cheek. “Hmm… you could use a bath.”

“So could you.” Lightning’s eyes gleamed.

“It’s a good thing, then, that we’ve got this whole place to ourselves.” Tifa gave the stairs that led to her living quarters a meaningful glance. “How do you feel about a shower right now?”

“Together or separately?” Lightning leaned forward. “Because, you know, I recently started that water-saving initiative.”

“It would be a shame to waste water.” Tifa pressed her lips to Lightning’s but pulled back before the kiss could become anything more than a taste of what was to come. “Carry me.”

“Up the stairs and all the way to the shower?” Lightning nevertheless scooped Tifa up into her arms.

“Yes.” Tifa cupped Lightning’s cheek. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Lightning smirked and then showed exactly how she’d earned her nickname by making it to the shower in record time.

They did not, as it turned out, end up saving any water.

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For firstone33, who wanted some Lightning x Tifa, which I just so happened to be in the mood to write.

Patron (Whispers of the Gods AU)

This snippet is based on the following prompt: Whispers of the gods au: Fang has dragons, Aerith has her Cetra. It seems extremely unfair that Serah didn’t have something cool like that. Queue her bothering Light about getting her a pet dragon or something.

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Lightning frowned. Immediately, the gods walking toward her decided to cross the street. Apart from being the High Mother’s enforcer and one of the most powerful gods on Cocoon, she was also well known for her temper. In particular, when she got angry, things got dead. 

Ignoring the furtive looks that her fellow gods cast in her direction, Lightning continued her march toward her residence. She needed to think and plan. It had recently been brought to her attention that she was… inadequate. It had nothing to do with her duties, of course. She continued to perform those with the same steadfast loyalty that she had for centuries.

No, it was worse. Fang had dragons. Aerith had created the Cetra. But Serah? Serah had nothing. Oh, the other goddess hadn’t complained as such. She had only mentioned, off hand, that it would be nice if she had creatures to call her own. Lightning had never felt a strong need for followers or creatures to watch over. Her duties had always been elsewhere. Someone needed to keep order amongst the gods and uphold Cocoon’s laws. That someone was her, which left very little room for anything else. Yet Serah was her sister. It was Lightning’s responsibility to see to her happiness.

Lightning needed to find her sister creatures that she could watch over. Dragons were already taken, as were all the other suitably impressive creatures, and only Aerith seemed to have the ability to create truly new life. Lightning scowled. She needed to find creatures that Serah would like, creatures that had not already been claimed by some other god. But what?

Halfway to her residence, she stopped. There were others she could consult, others who knew what Serah might like. Lightning had never interacted much with the mortals who worshipped her. She rarely had reason to. Serah was different. Serah often spent time amongst them, and she could often be found speaking with the various clerics and pilgrims who frequented her temples. Yes, perhaps they could offer assistance.

Lightning appeared in one of Serah’s temples in a blinding flash that shook the temple to its foundations. Immediately, the priests and priestesses there dropped to their knees in homage, and the pilgrims pressed their foreheads to the ground. Lightning bit back a growl. She had no time for this. 

“You.” She pointed at the high priest. “Walk with me.”

“Me, Honoured Goddess?” The high priest’s voice came out in a squeak. “But -”

“Now.” Lightning strode out into the gardens, and he scurried after her, staring resolutely at the ground. She scowled. Honestly, how was she supposed to talk to him if he wouldn’t even look at her? Some gods might appreciate such displays, but she had neither the patience nor the desire to have people grovel before her. 

“How… how may I serve you, Honoured Goddess.”

“I am looking for something.” Lightning slowed her pace to allow him to keep up. “For my sister.”

“Only tell me what it is, and I shall do all I can to assist.” The priest continued to look everywhere but at her.

Lightning’s jaw clenched. “I need to find a creature… some creature that no other god has claimed yet, which my sister might claim for her own.”

The priest tripped over. He scrambled to his feet. “But… Honoured Goddess, the… uh… the creatures of sufficient nobility have all been claimed already.”

“I know.” Lightning stopped. “Which is why I simply need to find a creature that she will like.” She folded her arms across her chest, blue eyes blazing with divine might. “My sister enjoys taking care of things, things that would otherwise suffer without her aid. Perhaps such a creature might appeal to her caring nature. Find one for me. Now.”

“Uh…” the priest stuttered. “One moment, Honoured Goddess!”

He ran off like a horde of angry gods was after him. A short time later he returned, eyes averted, holding up some small, cuddly… thing.

“What is that?” Lightning asked.

“A… a hamster, Honoured Goddess.” The priest lifted the creature up.

“I see.” Lightning tilted her head. She had heard of these hamsters before but had paid them no mind. They were small, weak, and virtually helpless. Her concerns were with more dangerous beasts. Still… “Yes, perhaps this… hamster will do. Do they have a patron god yet?”

“No, Honoured Goddess.” The priest bowed, still holding up the hamster. “I am certain of that. There is no patron god of hamsters.”

“Very well.” Lightning reached out and took the hamster, careful not to crush the creature with her divine strength. The animal had frozen, eyes wide with what she assumed to be awe. “Thank you for your aid. You shall be rewarded.”

And with that, Lightning vanished in another blaze of electricity, leaving behind one very bewildered priest.

Upon returning to Cocoon, Lightning immediately requested a meeting with the High Mother. Since her meetings with the High Mother were usually of the utmost importance and typically concerned world-ending threats, she was granted a private audience immediately.

The High Mother sat upon her throne, the air around her shimmering with her power. “So, what news do you bring?”

Lightning bowed. “Not news, High Mother. I have a request.”

“Oh?” The High Mother raised one eyebrow. It was not often that her most loyal servant asked a request. “And what can I do for my most favoured daughter?”

“Make Serah the patron god of hamsters.” Lightning held up the hamster she’d taken, just in case it wasn’t clear what she was talking about. 

The High Mother twitched. Then she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she almost fell off her throne. “Are you serious?” she asked, once she’d gotten some control over herself.

Lightning nodded. “Yes.”

“Very well.” The High Mother gave a regal gesture. “You may go. Serah is, from this moment onward, the patron god of hamsters.”

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“Here.” Lightning handed the hamster to Serah. “You need not worry any longer. You now have creatures of your own to look after. You have become the patron god of hamsters.”

Serah paused, the food she had been about to eat completely forgotten. “Excuse me?”

Lightning nodded seriously. “I know that you have longed for creatures to guide. I have found some for you.”

“I see.” Serah took the hamster from her sister. It practically leapt into her arms, it was that eager to get away from the older goddess. 

“Are you… not pleased?”

Serah studied her sister closely. Knowing Lightning, she had probably gone off on some crazy quest to find some animal that Serah could call her own. It was just how her sister was, ridiculously dedicated but oddly endearing. And even if hamsters weren’t quite as awesome as dragons, they were very cute. “I am most pleased, sister.” She lifted the hamster up and peered into his eyes. “Yes, hamsters are most suitable indeed.”

“I am glad.” Lightning took a deep breath. She had succeeded. “What shall you call that one?”

Serah smiled. “Hmmm… he does look very cuddly. I shall call him Lord Cuddles, and he shall become the lord of all hamsters.”

And that was how Serah became the patron god of hamsters.

Hi, I was wondering if you’ll ever continue writing The Alliance. I enjoy writing your Fate snippets/fics, especially the Iri x Saber ones. Unfortunately, there aren’t a lot out there :/

I too bemoan the lack of Iri x Saber. I really need to just drop everything else and give myself a solid weekend to just write some long-form Iri x Saber.

A Thought About Original F/F Fiction…

razieltwelve:

razieltwelve:

It occurred to me after commenting on another post on Tumblr, that I couldn’t really think of a lot of good fiction (not fan fiction) that had F/F pairings in it. In my comment, I suggested that the person might have to write their own fiction with F/F pairings.

Wait. Hold on a second.

I write stuff. I write original stuff. Maybe I should write original stuff with F/F pairings.

Hmm…

I guess I’ll have to think about it some more.

P. S. I have gotten quite a few messages speculating about Rose and Scarlett from The Last Huntress Series. One of those messages even suggested that Rose could get creative with her magic (she has, amongst other things, the ability to control metal wire). What I’m talking about in this post is fiction with more prominent F/F pairings, whereas The Last Huntress Series really doesn’t have a strong romantic element although I imagine a reader could find all sorts of subtext.

I decided to start hacking out ideas for a story today. I’ve got the basic character designs (i.e., personality, speech patterns, etc.) for the two main characters worked out, and I’m starting to fill out the roster. I have the rough ideas for the setting worked out too, but it might take a while to sharpen that up. Either way, I’ll probably aim for shorter episodic stories rather than huge novels since that will take forever to get off the ground, and a more episodic format suits what I’m thinking of better.

I’ll keep you guys posted… although this isn’t my number one original fiction priority at the moment. I recently finished The Wood of Endless Night, a fantasy short story written in more old-school prose that is set in the same world as The Burning Mountains. You can get it on Amazon here.

My next priority is probably the next story featuring Lizzy Stanton, and after that it’s probably this thing I’m working on involving an almost witch and a sort of familiar cat. Still, I can work on this at the same time. I don’t have a name for it just yet, but I’ll let you guys know how it goes.

Ten thousand or so words into the first draft at the moment. Hmm… I might post something soon to give you guys some idea of what it looks like.