Don’t mind me, I’m just going to go panic in that corner over there…
It’s not that scary. When all else fails, just come up with a temporary sub-plot to keep yourself busy until you can actually move the story along.
So, I was working on my fourth facebook story request in an attempt to actually finish it before NaNoWriMo, and it quickly turned into by far the dirtiest, naughtiest thing I’ve ever written. There are easily five filled-out paragraphs of pure NC-17. I think I did it tastefully, because I didn’t use slang or anything like that, but this really isn’t something I can post on facebook.
Or anywhere else, for that matter.
So I’m creating a “clean” version that I can actually use to fulfill this request. It’s pretty strange writing one version of a story with a graphic rape at the same time I’m writing another version of the same story where the character is rescued before anything can happen. The non NC-17 paragraphs are being used for both stories only after a little alteration. And its weirding me out.
Everyone who follows me needs to reblog this.
Carol Marcus never wore her safety goggles.
She didn’t think they were that important, not really. They were just another way to defy the over-grown boy scout who told her that they made her look pretty and intelligent. Even after the incident with the idiot and the exploding test tube, she didn’t think that the universe would ever do that to her.
Besides, she had more important things to do, like help formulate the early plans of what was tentatively named “project genesis”.
That was before Gary Mitchell told her that she was hotter without them and jabbed one particularly insufferable James T. Kirk in the side with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.
After that, Carol Marcus was never seen without them.
I like how in the Naked Time, the extra feels something on his hand in a possibly harmful environment, so he takes off his glove to sniff his hand.
That exact poster is in our Chemistry class.
I need a fanfic where this is Carol Marcus.
I have no actual plot for the story. Just a bunch of stuff that I know isn’t going to happen.
Do you know how Riven started? I had one definite character and a basic concept (lol I’m gonna write an epic fantasy). This was two days before November. Then I immediately came up with an ending, wrote a prophesy for it on the first day of NaNoWriMo that I really had no intention of following, and kinda just went from there.
Each day I spent all of my spare thoughts in figuring out the next plot developments and what I’d be writing the following day.
This year’s NaNo is actually more developed then Riven was when I started out. And I barely have anything for this year.
Trust me, you’ll be fine.
There is a particular kind of innocence that exists in those who have not yet seen death. Who have not witnessed the moment of the soul fleeing past mortal lips with the final breath. Go one step further, cause a death at one’s own hands, deliberately induce the final silence, and another level of innocence shatters like the fragile thing it is. And all of this exists on yet another plane from the entirely separate innocence of one who has never been touched with desire, who has never given oneself up in the beat of an infinite moment into the keeping and being of another. Innocence is far more than a lack of knowledge. It is when one applies experience and feels the weight and surge of the action course through one’s veins, destroying and creating simultaneously and forever altering the perception and decisions of an individual. To lose one’s innocence is to die and let the reborn self rise amidst the ashes of the past.
…Why can’t I write a normal story?
I need to write a fic where some of my favorite ships are all reincarnations of each other throughout history.
AND T’PRING IS HER OTHER BIOLOGICAL MOMMY.
HIS CHARACTER’S CAR LICENSE PLATE WAS NCC-1701!
Also, in most of the scenes with Sylar, there is a clock sound ticking in the background. And I’m sitting there in my chair with a growing smirk on my face. I love the fact that Sylar’s house had loads of clocks. I love the fact that he used to fix them before he went all EBIL. I love the fact that he
knows what makes things “tick” can steal people’s powers by stealing their brain.
Posted CAPSLOCK!HAPPY!status on her account on accident.
Deleted it real quick and logged out.
…it has George Takei and Nichelle Nichols, too.
Urge to watch more Heroes… rising…
SO I;m planing out stuff for NaNoWriMo, and I think about pairing two of my main characters together. Then I realized that they are 31 years apart.
Then I wanted to include it even more.
Oh, yes yes yes!
Why have I not had a main character paired with someone with a ± over 9000 age difference?
Maybe it’s because when there is romance in my stories, it tends to be messed up enough?
Okay, here’s another taboo to do~! There will never be a pairing too twisted to appear in my stories. How about a teacher/student relationship that’s also parent/child incest with a father who’s a bazillion years older than his daughter, who happens to be younger than twelve and who ends up bearing his child and- Oh gosh why do I suddenly want to put this in a story?
But our separation is never to be permanent, my beloved, for I shalt derive thee to the end of thy asymptotic reach.
…What is this that appears on my screen?
Why am I directing proclamations of my undying love at math?