Require: Cookie

64 - The Low Point

Stormy — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 07:01:59 +0000

'I fell asleep again, didn't I?' Stef leaned against the wall of the small kitchen, staring at a red-eyed Curt and a steaming cup of coffee.

'I thought you would,' he said as he stood and pulled out a chair for her. '

She sat on the comfortable chair. 'Am I awake for reals now?'

He lifted his head, slowly, to look at a clock on the wall. 'Probably?' he said. 'All of that crap should be out of your system by now. How are you feeling?'

Fanfiction Policy

Stormy — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 04:40:29 +0000

Ok, so you may have noticed a couple of pieces of fanfic up in the last coupe of days, and we've gone and linked the two older pieces that had fallen through the cracks due to menus changing and whatnot.

I love fanfic, I do. I started as a fanfic writer, and I've always been really enthusiastic about fanworks of all varieties.

For the curious, and for the motivated, I thought I'd post the fanfic policy.

So you wanna write Require: Cookie fanfic
Step One: Have an idea. Ideas are quite important. :P

Step Two: Write it down.

Cookietines

Matthew — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 21:54:31 +0000

A little something I drew for Stormy that might be relevant to your interests. I know you all love her almost as much as I do, but don't forget to let her know!

A tale of Two Doctors

the leaking pen — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 19:32:51 +0000

Based on a conversation in another forum, this just... uh.... Came out of my head. I feel dirty and ashamed.

EXPLICIT sexual content. Don't read unless you like that kind of stuff.

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The slapping sound of flesh pounding flesh penetrated through the dark. Stef found her eyes slamming open with the next slap, expecting to see a fist.

It's not you.

What?

It's not you Spyder. You aren't being beaten. Close your eyes.

Small miracles. I thought it was another stress test alr

I told you to close your eyes. Spyder? SPYDER?

Stef floated in a tank, small lines connected to her body. Murky though it was, the fluid and glass failed to block the sound, and worse, the sight in front of her.

Alternate Reality Stef

DPO — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 01:55:48 +0000

Fanfic by DPO
Warnings/Ratings - None
Author Notes - None

She caught the crown as it tipped over her brow before it could fall and shatter into a million very, very expensive pieces.

Reference For the Future: Mark 2.0

Stormy — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 09:23:35 +0000

I figured it was time for a new one of these, since there's been a lot of changes since the last one was accurate.

And I'll stress that these are just the books that I intend to be over 50k words, not the novellas or shorts.

And Everything is subject to change. Everything. And will, many times.

Remember: the phoenixes were supposed to be in a novella, James was supposed to kill Stef in book #7 (and have it play out entirely differently) and yanno...every other massive change I've made. :P

63 - Conviction

Stormy — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 23:55:32 +0000

Thirteen Hours after the Iliad’s Auditorium

Stef dropped the drawers.

The point of one drove into her foot before bouncing off, but she barely felt it.

Oh gods, please no.

Spyder-

No!

It wasn’t him, if you’ve ever believed anything I’ve said, then trust me now.

Curt put a tray of drinks onto the empty bench. ‘You-’ his voice cracked. ‘You shouldn’t be out of bed, newbie.’

Her legs gave out, but he caught her, and lifted her.

She screamed at his touch, at the feeling of skin on skin.

62 - Find the Lady

Stormy — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 11:19:19 +0000

Ryan relaxed his hand against Taylor’s forehead, then raised his other to join it. Two hands made more a better connection, more painful, but stronger, less likely to break, less likely to kick him out before he had the information he needed.

Stef was-

Taylor was right, he needed to know.

He closed his eyes, and dove into the combat agent’s mind.

Taylor let him in, there was no resistance like there had been all the previous times he’d done it. None of the thrashing or useless attempts to keep him out as there had been with Stef. Gods, if she was-

61 - Discovery

Stormy — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 22:42:35 +0000

Three Hours Later

Taylor growled as they entered the Agency.

It smelt wrong.

It smelt wrong, and there were bodies on the floor.

It smelt wrong, there were bodies on the floor, and there was a giant tree where a wall had once been.

He looked to Magnolia, and allowed himself a small nod as he saw her, party dress discarded for clothes more suitable for fighting, her favoured knife in her hand. She looked up to him. 'System's still in place, sir.'

60 - ...././.-../.--. (5)

Stormy — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 19:19:55 +0000