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'AIC' means 'Art I Commissioned' - this is not my work.

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It's the work of the wonderful and excellent , whose Liv character is one of the best there's been this year, in my opinion. They've previously drawn Faye for Pride Month 2023 and did such an awesome job I had to snaffle their recent YCH for Laura.

Here's a small Christmas story for our invulnerable actress friend Laura Steinberg.

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DECEMBER 25 2023

Laura Steinberg awoke and, like billions of others at the start of a day, sighed her untroubled sleep away, rolled over to face her nightstand, and picked up her phone. A series of messages had arrived on WhatsAb, the top secret, super-secure app she and her superheroine friends used to communicate with each other, whilst she’d been asleep. Laura’s slender, elegant fingers tapped her to the app and input its password.

Sally said: What does a Welshwoman wear to the beach?
Faye said: I don’t know - what does a Welshwoman wear to the beach
Sally said: Aberkini!
Melissa said: Uggggh
Faye said: I stopped playing with my niece for that
Sarah said: Sally even the Christmas cracker people would reject that one
Sally said: Well, I did get it from a Christmas cracker, so there!
Sally said: Home-made, of course!
Faye said: It’s true though

The last message had an image attached, a photograph Faye’s girlfriend Skye must’ve taken. All eight foot two of megamusclebound, superlarge-breasted redhead Faye Williams was filling out a gorgeous green bikini on a beach not so much ‘sun-kissed’ as ‘sun-French-kissed’. Faye was eating an ice cream, held in a fist that could make short work of a bank vault door - not that she’d use it for such villainous purposes.

Laura looked at Faye’s grin, frozen in time. Faye was her best friend, so a smile played across Laura’s face at the thought of her and how she’d been blessed with a smart, charismatic, beautiful girlfriend, and had become an aunt earlier in the year. The warmth fired Laura’s heart and fingers at the same time.

Laura S said: Looking gorgeous good, Faye!

Satisfied with her work, Laura got out of bed, stretched away the stiffness, and donned a grass green robe. She padded out to the kitchen to begin the life-saving process of coffee, quietly coaxing her expensive and expansive machine into performing its bubbling, brewing magic. Laura’s phone gave a polite electronic warble, which she ignored with a happy smile: nothing would get in the way of that all-important first sip of the day.

Once the first gulp of dark nectar had passed her lips, Laura sighed relief and brought her phone into view for another WhatsAb message.

Claudia said: Happy holidays, everyone! 😁

Claudia, who also lived on the West Coast of the USA, always seemed to begin the season’s greetings, possibly because the time differences between them and their colleagues in the UK made her the ‘last’ to wake up. Laura’s phone pinged like popcorn for a minute as everyone’s seasonal wishes entered the chat, including her own. The only absentee from the festival of messages was her namesake Laura M, who was doubtless communing with nature somewhere well out of reach of her phone.

Once the last ping came through, Laura switched off her phone entirely and left it to charge in the lounge. Her attention turned to food preparation: although there would only be herself for Christmas lunch, she was to cook three full-size turkeys with all the trimmings - except stuffing, which she hated. Laura kept herself busy in the kitchen for over an hour.

She then filled the rest of her day with odds and ends. She read the rest of a novel she’d been recommended by Faye (fun if lightweight), flicked through a couple of scripts she’d been sent (a ‘no’ and a ‘maybe’), and read all the fan mail she’d been sent in the last week (some cute, some kind, some thirsty). When her meal was ready, Laura ate slowly and steadily.

When she’d finished eating an hour later, Laura slid her chair back from the table to pat the food baby the huge meal had made of her abs and burped politely. That was my best Christmas dinner yet, she thought. And next year’s will be even better!

Then The Thoughts came, the ones she’d wanted so much to hold back but which washed over her anyway, as certain as the tide. Laura’s superheroine colleagues had been blessed with all sorts of extraordinary Gifts beyond their massive increases in height, strength, and durability: superintelligence, mind-reading, shape-shifting, healing, even the ability to slow down time. Laura had been given invincibility.

Or, to put it another way, immortality.

Laura thought of how her friends would be spending their Christmas Days with their families. In Sally’s case, it would be her husband and two children; the others had gone to visit their parents and loved ones. Laura - orphaned, divorced, single - had no family she felt she could impose on.

Before her thoughts could turn darker still, Laura tapped her table with her fist. She rose and went to her bedroom, where she changed into a red one-piece swimsuit she’d had made for an audition. She slipped her teleportation bracelet onto her left wrist, a device the scientists amongst her superheroine colleagues had created, and tapped in a set of co-ordinates.

Laura marched outside to her garden once she was certain her neighbours weren’t looking. She took a deep breath of crisp early evening air and a long look at the plants her not-green fingers were torturing in the dry climate. Then she pressed the submit button on her bracelet and vanished.

And then she was falling. As ever, the abrupt grip of gravity took Laura’s breath away and she grinned as if madness had just that second taken control of her mind. She tucked her arms by her sides and kept her legs together as the wind whistled around her, whipping her hair about wildly like the tentacles of a panicking octopus.

“WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Laura screamed, just before she landed in the ocean with a splash no-one was around to see. She sank some distance under the water until her natural buoyancy took charge and she bobbed back up to the surface, wet hair plastered to her face, gasping for breath she didn’t need. “Happy Christmas, world!” she exclaimed, and began the forty-mile swim back to shore.

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If you want to know more about Laura Steinberg, please click here.

So I hope you've all had a great Christmas time and will enjoy the New Year period. Here's to 2024 being excellent for all of you!

Description
'AIC' means 'Art I Commissioned' - this is not my work.

---

It's the work of the wonderful and excellent , whose Liv character is one of the best there's been this year, in my opinion. They've previously drawn Faye for Pride Month 2023 and did such an awesome job I had to snaffle their recent YCH for Laura.

Here's a small Christmas story for our invulnerable actress friend Laura Steinberg.

---

DECEMBER 25 2023

Laura Steinberg awoke and, like billions of others at the start of a day, sighed her untroubled sleep away, rolled over to face her nightstand, and picked up her phone. A series of messages had arrived on WhatsAb, the top secret, super-secure app she and her superheroine friends used to communicate with each other, whilst she’d been asleep. Laura’s slender, elegant fingers tapped her to the app and input its password.

Sally said: What does a Welshwoman wear to the beach?
Faye said: I don’t know - what does a Welshwoman wear to the beach
Sally said: Aberkini!
Melissa said: Uggggh
Faye said: I stopped playing with my niece for that
Sarah said: Sally even the Christmas cracker people would reject that one
Sally said: Well, I did get it from a Christmas cracker, so there!
Sally said: Home-made, of course!
Faye said: It’s true though

The last message had an image attached, a photograph Faye’s girlfriend Skye must’ve taken. All eight foot two of megamusclebound, superlarge-breasted redhead Faye Williams was filling out a gorgeous green bikini on a beach not so much ‘sun-kissed’ as ‘sun-French-kissed’. Faye was eating an ice cream, held in a fist that could make short work of a bank vault door - not that she’d use it for such villainous purposes.

Laura looked at Faye’s grin, frozen in time. Faye was her best friend, so a smile played across Laura’s face at the thought of her and how she’d been blessed with a smart, charismatic, beautiful girlfriend, and had become an aunt earlier in the year. The warmth fired Laura’s heart and fingers at the same time.

Laura S said: Looking gorgeous good, Faye!

Satisfied with her work, Laura got out of bed, stretched away the stiffness, and donned a grass green robe. She padded out to the kitchen to begin the life-saving process of coffee, quietly coaxing her expensive and expansive machine into performing its bubbling, brewing magic. Laura’s phone gave a polite electronic warble, which she ignored with a happy smile: nothing would get in the way of that all-important first sip of the day.

Once the first gulp of dark nectar had passed her lips, Laura sighed relief and brought her phone into view for another WhatsAb message.

Claudia said: Happy holidays, everyone! 😁

Claudia, who also lived on the West Coast of the USA, always seemed to begin the season’s greetings, possibly because the time differences between them and their colleagues in the UK made her the ‘last’ to wake up. Laura’s phone pinged like popcorn for a minute as everyone’s seasonal wishes entered the chat, including her own. The only absentee from the festival of messages was her namesake Laura M, who was doubtless communing with nature somewhere well out of reach of her phone.

Once the last ping came through, Laura switched off her phone entirely and left it to charge in the lounge. Her attention turned to food preparation: although there would only be herself for Christmas lunch, she was to cook three full-size turkeys with all the trimmings - except stuffing, which she hated. Laura kept herself busy in the kitchen for over an hour.

She then filled the rest of her day with odds and ends. She read the rest of a novel she’d been recommended by Faye (fun if lightweight), flicked through a couple of scripts she’d been sent (a ‘no’ and a ‘maybe’), and read all the fan mail she’d been sent in the last week (some cute, some kind, some thirsty). When her meal was ready, Laura ate slowly and steadily.

When she’d finished eating an hour later, Laura slid her chair back from the table to pat the food baby the huge meal had made of her abs and burped politely. That was my best Christmas dinner yet, she thought. And next year’s will be even better!

Then The Thoughts came, the ones she’d wanted so much to hold back but which washed over her anyway, as certain as the tide. Laura’s superheroine colleagues had been blessed with all sorts of extraordinary Gifts beyond their massive increases in height, strength, and durability: superintelligence, mind-reading, shape-shifting, healing, even the ability to slow down time. Laura had been given invincibility.

Or, to put it another way, immortality.

Laura thought of how her friends would be spending their Christmas Days with their families. In Sally’s case, it would be her husband and two children; the others had gone to visit their parents and loved ones. Laura - orphaned, divorced, single - had no family she felt she could impose on.

Before her thoughts could turn darker still, Laura tapped her table with her fist. She rose and went to her bedroom, where she changed into a red one-piece swimsuit she’d had made for an audition. She slipped her teleportation bracelet onto her left wrist, a device the scientists amongst her superheroine colleagues had created, and tapped in a set of co-ordinates.

Laura marched outside to her garden once she was certain her neighbours weren’t looking. She took a deep breath of crisp early evening air and a long look at the plants her not-green fingers were torturing in the dry climate. Then she pressed the submit button on her bracelet and vanished.

And then she was falling. As ever, the abrupt grip of gravity took Laura’s breath away and she grinned as if madness had just that second taken control of her mind. She tucked her arms by her sides and kept her legs together as the wind whistled around her, whipping her hair about wildly like the tentacles of a panicking octopus.

“WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Laura screamed, just before she landed in the ocean with a splash no-one was around to see. She sank some distance under the water until her natural buoyancy took charge and she bobbed back up to the surface, wet hair plastered to her face, gasping for breath she didn’t need. “Happy Christmas, world!” she exclaimed, and began the forty-mile swim back to shore.

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If you want to know more about Laura Steinberg, please click here.

So I hope you've all had a great Christmas time and will enjoy the New Year period. Here's to 2024 being excellent for all of you!