My Fics: Corsets and Lemons fills

I've now loaded all my fills for the Corsets and Lemons kink meme on AO3. I shan't link to them all, just go to the AO3 collection and (at the moment) 8 of the 12 there are mine.

I know! But I got quite addicted to the prompts.

They are based on the following works [all the original works, no adaptations were allowed for the meme]:

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (tentacles and a threesome with a squid); Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (sex pollen orgy and the Lobster Quadrille as a sex act; lots of puns in the latter); Carmilla (non-con); Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Christabel" (more tentacles! In verse!); The Secret Garden (Mary & Dickon, very sweet PWP); The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde (Hyde and one of my fave characters of all time Gabriel John Utterson who does not yield to wicked temptation!); Treasure Island (young Jim getting a lesson in being a wicked pirate from Silver) and Polidori's The Vampyre (poor Aubrey going mad for Lord Ruthven).

So not for everyone, naturally. Lots of non-con, bestiality, and underage. But I got to practice different voices. There are even a couple of prompts that time and energy didn't allow me to tackle, and I may chip away at them at a later date.

Meme: Three Words!

smallhobbit gave me three words.

Sunflower. I like sunflowers. I like sunflower seeds. I don’t grow them or buy them (because I don’t have a heavy enough vase to hold them). I like Van Gogh’s sunflowers. And my friend’s cross stitch!

Saxophone. I don’t mind saxophones, though I don’t go out of my way to listen to jazz or other genres of music where they figure prominently. I went to junior prom with a saxophone player.

Wilderness. I do have a wilderness story. I once decided I was going to hike an ancient Jesuit trail between Argentina and Chile (it was a trail the missionaries had once used to walk between their missions). So I set about it and after two days of hiking, not seeing a soul, (completely on my own, no one knew where I was, no one was expecting me anywhere, oh, those were the days! I so miss the freedom!), I got lost. This was 20 years ago, so no GPS, just a map and a compass. In all fairness, the trail petered out, but I came upon (very suddenly) a tiny pasture with a horse (no farm). So I decided to set up camp (my little bright red one-woman tent, sniff, how I miss you!) by the horse and wait for someone to come check on the horse and tell me which way to go. And my plan worked! The next day, mid-morning, a guy showed up and told me which way to go. It didn’t look like a trail, but it was one, so I went on my way!

If anyone wants me to give them 3 words or wants to give me 3 words, have at it!