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sorcyressSo, there's this pretty cool thing called 750words, that I am trying to use as much as possible, because YAY WRITING!
But one of the results is that it starts to lead to partial writings. So I have a bunch of beginnings of things in my notes from the last week. And then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rm posts the "Work in Progress" meme, in which you post snippets from works in progress. Author's notes are, as always, in italics
WORKS IN PROGRESS:
Untitled short to novella length porn story
Without any sense of time perception, it could've been ten minutes or an hour later when a part of the wall slid open, revealing a cleverly hidden door. A tall woman stood there, wearing a lab coat as white as the room, and boots up to her thighs. She had a tight brunette ponytail, cocksucker-red lips, and glasses, over which she gave a disapproving look.
"Patient Zed-zero-nine-one-four?" she asked, and he took a step back.
It's an excuse for sex and labcoats, mostly.
The Shop of Magic Pleasures collection of short stories
"Okay, fine." she said, deciding that she might as well play along with the strange man's story. "What kind of mystical wonders do you sell? Porn tapes that never run out? Blow-up dolls with real pussies?" He wrinkled his nose in distaste.
"Nothing so crude, I assure you -although I believe the Inventors have been working on a female version of our pet dick. We sell all sorts of magical wonders, intended to enhance and enrich the sex lives of anyone lucky enough to stumble through our doors. Tell me miss...what do you enjoy? Or should I just give you the whole tour until you find something that jumps out at you?"
I will be doing a proper post on this later in the sexfilter, soliciting ideas for what a magical sex toy shop should sell from your delightfully dirty minds.
Untitled rant of amazing emoness. Like, epic level emoness. Unfinished base of an e-mail
You want 750 words? I'll give you 750 words. Fuck, repeated seven hundred and fifty times. There we go.
I just like this line. It's about all I can actually quote from the emo, since all the rest names names. No wait, there's also this:I hate because the only other option is to hurt, and this hurts so bad I'm not sure I can deal. Truly, no one has ever hurt as bad as I, oh woe, oh woe. ...yeah. Trust me, you're not missing a great work of literature by my keeping this tucked away.
Dante, take roughly one billion and five Novel
"You can't tell me you're enjoying this." he said, defeat causing his shoulders to sag. "I've had less damp baths."
"I love rain, Geran Coppereyes. You should know that. And you should know why, it's important theory work."
"I'll never get why you're so intrigued by magical theory that doesn't have anything to do with your fields." he muttered in response, but paused a moment to determine to what she was referring. "The only theory thing I can think of is that heavy rain compresses the mind tighter --makes it harder to do anything like lepathing, or mental attacks, or identifying where people are."
"Or EMPATHY!" she bubbled, and twirled in a circle, her arms stretched to the heavens in gratitude. "Geran, I'm silent! Do you have any idea how rare that is, especially with my shields as low as they are right now? Oh goddess, it's wonderful."
No, Dante is not a Mary-Sue, whatever would make you think that when she's got a kickass coat and an unusual name and eyes that define cerulean and a snarkass attitude and more power in her field that anyone else from any dimension in the last hundred years.
...that's certainly not true. The Guild would not waste its most powerful empath on search and rescue missions. I think what it really is is that she's got a significant amount of power, and yet still manages to function through knowing what _every other sapient within a mile of her_ is feeling, _all the fucking time_.
...I love my overwhelmed empath. She is fun!
Holy shit I have a lot of thoughts and opinions on Lady Gaga, don't I?, essay
Well, the obvious. She makes good pop, and I am pretty much a whore for pop. Hell, I have a playlist on my computer entitled just that. That stupid disco stick song, as much as it makes me hate her a little bit (I DO NOT WANT TO RIDE ON ANYONE'S DISCO STICK, THANKS), is catchy as all fucking hell, and fun to vamp around to, and honestly, if I can sing aloud and vamp to a song, it is usually pretty okay in my book.
Main thought and opinion on Lady Gaga: "RAH-RAH RAH-AH-AH RO-MAH RO-MAH-MAH GA-GA OO-LA-LA" You're welcome.
Enthusiastic Consent vs the plain old regular kind, essay
There's this theory that goes around a lot of the sex positive and feminist blogs of "enthusiastic consent" when having sex. Which is to say, not only should your partner say "yes" to sexual contact, but they should be saying "shit yes, let's do this thing, get over here!!" and generally being excited as hell. The theory goes that sex shouldn't really happen if both sides aren't fully into the idea.
Also on relationships and the idea of you know? Sometimes I'm not thinking specifically "sex!" but still wouldn't mind in the slightest if my partner was and initiated. That's hardly enthusiastic ("sure, why not") but I wouldn't really call that dubcon either.
17!Sor and the internet sexfilter essay
My first kiss was online.
_Don't you fucking dare laugh at me_. It's not funny! It's not at all! Okay, yes, yes it is. It is funny and a little pathetic. And yes, you can debate to your heart's content whether an instant message "*kiss*" is a real kiss, but the point of the matter is that the event I consider to be my first real kiss, from someone I care about and who cares about me, did occur textually.
That's okay. I've known that for some time, and even though the boy and I have still never met, and have largely drifted apart, I look upon both it and him quite fondly. I have come to terms with the fact that I am a huge fucking webdork.
You wanna know what other first I had online?
*evilgrin* Hint: I have not engaged in any behaviours through text that I've not engaged in in the real world. Which is to say, still a technical virgin, kids. Don't have sex, it leads to babies and disease. And stay in school!
What are you currently working on? What do you think I ought to work on in a more organized manner, so you can actually read it?
~Sor
MOOP!
But one of the results is that it starts to lead to partial writings. So I have a bunch of beginnings of things in my notes from the last week. And then
rm posts the "Work in Progress" meme, in which you post snippets from works in progress. Author's notes are, as always, in italicsWORKS IN PROGRESS:
Untitled short to novella length porn story
Without any sense of time perception, it could've been ten minutes or an hour later when a part of the wall slid open, revealing a cleverly hidden door. A tall woman stood there, wearing a lab coat as white as the room, and boots up to her thighs. She had a tight brunette ponytail, cocksucker-red lips, and glasses, over which she gave a disapproving look.
"Patient Zed-zero-nine-one-four?" she asked, and he took a step back.
It's an excuse for sex and labcoats, mostly.
The Shop of Magic Pleasures collection of short stories
"Okay, fine." she said, deciding that she might as well play along with the strange man's story. "What kind of mystical wonders do you sell? Porn tapes that never run out? Blow-up dolls with real pussies?" He wrinkled his nose in distaste.
"Nothing so crude, I assure you -although I believe the Inventors have been working on a female version of our pet dick. We sell all sorts of magical wonders, intended to enhance and enrich the sex lives of anyone lucky enough to stumble through our doors. Tell me miss...what do you enjoy? Or should I just give you the whole tour until you find something that jumps out at you?"
I will be doing a proper post on this later in the sexfilter, soliciting ideas for what a magical sex toy shop should sell from your delightfully dirty minds.
Untitled rant of amazing emoness. Like, epic level emoness. Unfinished base of an e-mail
You want 750 words? I'll give you 750 words. Fuck, repeated seven hundred and fifty times. There we go.
I just like this line. It's about all I can actually quote from the emo, since all the rest names names. No wait, there's also this:I hate because the only other option is to hurt, and this hurts so bad I'm not sure I can deal. Truly, no one has ever hurt as bad as I, oh woe, oh woe. ...yeah. Trust me, you're not missing a great work of literature by my keeping this tucked away.
Dante, take roughly one billion and five Novel
"You can't tell me you're enjoying this." he said, defeat causing his shoulders to sag. "I've had less damp baths."
"I love rain, Geran Coppereyes. You should know that. And you should know why, it's important theory work."
"I'll never get why you're so intrigued by magical theory that doesn't have anything to do with your fields." he muttered in response, but paused a moment to determine to what she was referring. "The only theory thing I can think of is that heavy rain compresses the mind tighter --makes it harder to do anything like lepathing, or mental attacks, or identifying where people are."
"Or EMPATHY!" she bubbled, and twirled in a circle, her arms stretched to the heavens in gratitude. "Geran, I'm silent! Do you have any idea how rare that is, especially with my shields as low as they are right now? Oh goddess, it's wonderful."
No, Dante is not a Mary-Sue, whatever would make you think that when she's got a kickass coat and an unusual name and eyes that define cerulean and a snarkass attitude and more power in her field that anyone else from any dimension in the last hundred years.
...that's certainly not true. The Guild would not waste its most powerful empath on search and rescue missions. I think what it really is is that she's got a significant amount of power, and yet still manages to function through knowing what _every other sapient within a mile of her_ is feeling, _all the fucking time_.
...I love my overwhelmed empath. She is fun!
Holy shit I have a lot of thoughts and opinions on Lady Gaga, don't I?, essay
Well, the obvious. She makes good pop, and I am pretty much a whore for pop. Hell, I have a playlist on my computer entitled just that. That stupid disco stick song, as much as it makes me hate her a little bit (I DO NOT WANT TO RIDE ON ANYONE'S DISCO STICK, THANKS), is catchy as all fucking hell, and fun to vamp around to, and honestly, if I can sing aloud and vamp to a song, it is usually pretty okay in my book.
Main thought and opinion on Lady Gaga: "RAH-RAH RAH-AH-AH RO-MAH RO-MAH-MAH GA-GA OO-LA-LA" You're welcome.
Enthusiastic Consent vs the plain old regular kind, essay
There's this theory that goes around a lot of the sex positive and feminist blogs of "enthusiastic consent" when having sex. Which is to say, not only should your partner say "yes" to sexual contact, but they should be saying "shit yes, let's do this thing, get over here!!" and generally being excited as hell. The theory goes that sex shouldn't really happen if both sides aren't fully into the idea.
Also on relationships and the idea of you know? Sometimes I'm not thinking specifically "sex!" but still wouldn't mind in the slightest if my partner was and initiated. That's hardly enthusiastic ("sure, why not") but I wouldn't really call that dubcon either.
17!Sor and the internet sexfilter essay
My first kiss was online.
_Don't you fucking dare laugh at me_. It's not funny! It's not at all! Okay, yes, yes it is. It is funny and a little pathetic. And yes, you can debate to your heart's content whether an instant message "*kiss*" is a real kiss, but the point of the matter is that the event I consider to be my first real kiss, from someone I care about and who cares about me, did occur textually.
That's okay. I've known that for some time, and even though the boy and I have still never met, and have largely drifted apart, I look upon both it and him quite fondly. I have come to terms with the fact that I am a huge fucking webdork.
You wanna know what other first I had online?
*evilgrin* Hint: I have not engaged in any behaviours through text that I've not engaged in in the real world. Which is to say, still a technical virgin, kids. Don't have sex, it leads to babies and disease. And stay in school!
What are you currently working on? What do you think I ought to work on in a more organized manner, so you can actually read it?
~Sor
MOOP!