SERIES CONCLUSION! “I’m impressed,” Beguile said, after a long moment. “I didn’t think it was possible to fuck up so completely. I’m relatively sure you’ve set some kind of record.”
Below is a sneak peek of this content!Notes, worldbuilding, behind-the-scences information, and cheerful explanations on stuff found in Becoming Leather: Greenhorn #1! PATREON EXCLUSIVE!!!
“Good attitude, kid! Tell you what! You lie down and put your hands on your head, and before we pack you up for the PATER team I’ll sign an autograph. Maybe even get a pic or two with you. That’s a deal, right?” “Oh, man I’m tempted, but c’mon.” Leather crouched a bit. “I’m faster… Continue reading ⎇001JW Becoming Leather: Greenhorn #4
Below is a sneak peek of this content!Sports One Coverage Annotations It's the notes for the Sports One Coverage of Gymnastics America's Olympic Trials to determine the United States Gymnastics Team for the New Zealand Olympic Games! That's... a lot of words....
“Okay, *why* the Hell haven’t I heard of you before now?” he asked, finally. Leather laughed. It sounded bitter. “They couldn’t even get my name right in the paper. Why would you hear about me? But I apparently made *Page View Review* because I don’t have tits.” —Anchor and Leather
Leather’s heart was pounding, but her eyes narrowed. “Miss Beguile, you could wipe me off the planet with a thought and I know it. So, please don’t take this as disrespect… but my name is *Leather.* If you forget that, there’ll be trouble.” “I know.” Beguile paused, standing in front of Leather. “I was making sure *you* did. And seeing if you were the kind of pissant annoyance who’ll assert herself in the face of complete obliteration. I’m glad to see you are. —Leather and Beguile
Sometimes you see Evvie’s scars from back in the day – and from the way she gets treated by her peers even to some degree today. I once asked her why she always hung out with us, instead of people her own age. “I don’t like girls my own age,” she said. I asked why not. And she answered “because they don’t like me.” —Dawn Watari
“That’s enough!” the officer processing Leather snapped. “Pipe down!” Leather snorted, then stared at the officer. “Did you just… did you just tell me to pipe down? Are… are we actually living in a Heinlein novel? You have to tell me if we’re living in a Heinlein novel or it’s entrapment. I know my rights.”