Cuzosu

Today's oddity:
frogs arderwr
first thought - frog's underwear

Not as good as some of mine form last NaNo, but I managed to type "fiddernet" instead of "different" a few times...
Curse Write or Die and not being able to change typos until the time is over!

@Cuzosu
PMSL

2) Kevin and Rob (M/M): Franken-style
With deep indigo eyes Kevin was known to be the best Frankenstein in the land. However the one thing that made his heart flutter with desire to reanimate dead bodies was Rob. How could he not crave that electrified hunk of Rob's hot reanimated corpse?
As he entered the desolate room he spied the golden haired Rob in the corner.
"There you are!" Kevin pointed at him, "I have been wanting to replace your limbs all day long! Are you ready to sacrifice your extremities to me?"
With a half arrogant smirk, Rob nodded, "Do you think you can make me run from your scalpel?"
Kevin began to feel his mind rising to the occasion, "Yeah I bet I can make you!" he accepted the challenge.
Both men closed the gap between them and Rob instantly reached out and laid down on Bob's operating table. "What did you think of that, you big doctor?" Rob asked with his own anticipation growing.
"Oh, monster!" Kevin moaned in unprofessional glee and now his white-clad body began to grab Rob with surgical intent!
Both men's hands began to move as their eyes met in a passionate look.
With frenzied speed Kevin began to undo Rob's stitches and freed his arms and legs.
Rob shivered in want and anticipation of the surgery he knew Kevin would give him.
"Yeah, I want it painful and long!" Rob breathed in deeply.
Kevin now cut into Rob's body and began to carefully ply his scalpel against Rob's flesh.
Both men began to breathe in a deep passion as they laid eyes on one another.
Rob felt Kevin's scalpel filling up his tight muscles and he groaned in passion as he felt his own limbs getting ready to sever from him.
Reaching around he began to stroke Kevin's face with his eyes as both men began to hit reattachment.
Afterwards Rob looked at Kevin with a look of detachment and said, "You can make me trade limbs any day!"
The end!

Kevin and Rob (M/M): Forensics
With deep indigo eyes, Kevin was known to be the best human remains in the land. However the one thing that made his heart flutter with desire to decompose was Rob. How could he not crave that microscopic hunk of Rob's hot pathology degree?
As he entered the desolate room he spied the golden haired Rob in the corner.
"There you are!" Kevin pointed at him, "I have been wanting to liquify in your maggots all day long! Are you ready to mutilate me?"
With a half arrogant smirk, Rob nodded, "Do you think you can make me reconstruct your corpse?"
Kevin began to feel his dismemberment rising to the occasion, "Yeah I bet I can make you!" he accepted the challenge.
Both men closed the gap between them and Rob instantly reached out and dissected on Kevin's Rigor mortis. "What did you think of that, you big specimen." Rob asked with his own evidence growing.
"Oh, Coroner!" Kevin moaned in violent trauma and now his rotting body began to grab Rob with postmortem intent!
Both mens hands began to examine as their tissues met in a passionate decay.
With frenzied speed Kevin began to undo Rob's rib spreader and freed his surgical implements.
Rob shivered in want and anticipation of the cause of death he knew Kevin would give him.
"Yeah, I want it necrotic and long!" Rob breathed in deeply.
Kevin now blood spattered Rob's body and began to mummify his against Rob's formalin.
Both men began to irradiate in a deep passion as they sterilized on one another.
Rob felt Kevin's identity filling up his tight report and he groaned in passion as he felt his own scalpel getting ready to autopsy.
Reaching around he began to stroke Kevin's vertebrae as both men began to hit diagnosis.
Afterwards Rob looked at Kevin with a look of fatality and said, "You can make me Chief Medical Examiner anyday!"
The end!

Come to the Dark Side... we have accessories...

Hahaha, I do that too, but I do also type fast, so I have times I'll have half a sentence written before I change my mind and backspace to rewrite something else instead. It can be bad. Amusing, but bad.
To make things worse, I've occasionally caught myself thinking out a scene a paragraph or five ahead, then found I'd written the name of one character...who wasn't due to be named for at least another paragraph or two. This instead of putting the correct name, of course. It's...frustrating. Makes me want to kick myself. Though it's better than some of the slips of the tongue my family and I have had. One of my twin brothers took the milk out and was shaking it one time, and I acerbically told him, "Quit shaking that; some of us don't like bubbers in our milk." ...the twins looked askance at me for a second before cracking up over my misspoken bubbles. Um, oops?
Oh, and one typo I've had - trying to write more on Heartache, as a matter of fact - is typing "het" instead of "heart"...and it's a yaoi story!

Oh, I don't know... I view Recaptcha as a way to make sure that I can still curse fluently in seven languages....

Current CAPTCHA words:
his Rlfamo
...am I the only one struck by the similarity to: "his roflmao fit" or some such?

Yes, yes. But then I tried to fit words in it and came up with something slightly ... different.
his "ripe, lickable, fuckable ass made me orgasm"
so I added an extra "m", but aside from that, whatcha think?

@Cuzosu
haha omg. yeah I think we all do that. The funny thing is when I am writing I like the idea of making my readers have that reaction , and then when I'm a reader I forget about that.
@Cuzosu
and that sucks about your step sister, but you are right it's not your problem, and there's nothing 'insensitive' about creating a boundary with someone who you can't trust

For me, writing about the darker side of things - emotions, state of mind, violence, gore, etc. - is a way of sharing my personal experience with those in need. (Not to say I'm a war veteran or anything; I can't enlist because I can't take orders, I know that much about myself. It's just that my family hunts, so I know a decent bit about violence, bloodshed and gore anyway, and I've got a fair bit of experience with mental issues, my mom's after-rape trauma and behaviors, and whatnot, too.)
Mostly when I write dark things, it's because either I'm trying to work through something or I know someone who is. Sharing experience helps. A lot.
Sexual kinks.... I write those because I'm into bondage, I have a visceral need to be made to submit by someone I trust - my bf - because I flat can't fully relax and just go with the flow otherwise, and toys and unresolved sexual tension are wonderful ways to up the ante in an intimate situation. Exhibitionism I might write about, but frankly that's on my strictly-fantasies list because while the risk might be thrilling, getting caught...wouldn't be. And if/when I write a story with exhibitionism, I will throw that into the tale because it's something that should be thought of.
I thoroughly agree and/or understand where Attackegg and JayDee are coming from. If only there were more out there so willing to be themselves, with no limits. If society won't accept you as you are, at the very least here online where we can be relatively anonymous and share the things that really matter to us, then there's something wrong with society. And if those of us who are writing about dark things can't do so here and be accepted, then what are we supposed to do? Suppressing the need to express these - urges, cravings, whatever you want to call them - that only makes them worse.
Make sense? Not trying to call anyone unaccepting or a bigot or anything, I just am a brutally honest person and this site is somewhat of a haven for we oddballs and outcasts and deviants, and I both applaud and am grateful to you for trying to understand (a mind as open as yours is a wonderful thing). Just trying to point out where I'm coming from. And anyway, there's always the search, and you never have to click on any links except the ones required by the mods and admins, so really this place is for everybody. *frown* Perhaps a better way for me to put the above bit is: this is a place where we can go and not have to hide, where we can be one of the crowd even if not all of the crowd is okay with our particular tastes, and we treasure that.

For me plausibility is enough, i don't need it to match reality. If i wanna be depressed i go watch the news.

Yeah, well, depending on the kind of patients this doctor sees, she may well need a lot of self-control.

Hell if I remember where I saw it, now, but there was an otherwise wonderful action scene...and then: "he dogged just in time".... Considering he was supposed to be dodging a projectile weapon - a bullet or a knife or something of that sort - I got the giggles. Maybe I've spent too much time with hounds, but the mental image of this character dogging this projectile, and taking into consideration how fast it had to have been moving.... Insta-teleport! Suddenly right behind the projectile, tracking it by scent! (Said ftw and broke down laughing. I honestly could not focus enough to read again for at least five full minutes.)

I can just see myself as an anaconda slithering through my living room, gulping up the Doritos I've laid out one at a time, leading me towards my bedroom.

Probably for the best. And a wonderful comment. I'm rather fond of the refresh button as well. Especially for the CAPTCHA things. I had quetzacoatl once, only it had an 'n' on the end of it. Was very strange. Almost as odd as having "normal," and "squl"-something or other. Because really, what is a normal, squl-thingie?

Was having a rant session with a friend one time, and didn't know quite what to tell her except that "Everybody has their share of issues."

...only my fingers got ahead of my brain and it came out: "Everybody has their share of idiots."

Called my bf "Mr. Man" one time - redundant, I know, but I was teasing him. So he tries to tease me back...and calls me "Mr. Woman." *facepalm* My sister has yet to let us live it down.

I will admit that my rushed typing of 'puzzled' leaves something to be desired, though.... Because 'puxzled' just doesn't quite make sense.

I'm mostly Irish. The rest is Swedish, which leads to an occasional desire to pillage myself. And drink mead.

That's my philosphy too. My readers get mad when I don't do the happy ending that they want, but fuck it, you have to be happy with your work, if you write things that you want to read than it will usually be something you can be proud of. Thank you for this rather thoughtful reply.

A reader complained that i used member and manhood in my Noah's Ark story. Overused euphemisms.
I suppose i could have copied one fic i read that used 'penis' four times in one paragraph (with two different spellings).
Or invented an antediluvian version of 'Heat-seeking moisture-missile.' Lordly staff of divinely mandated repopulation? Or referred to his tent pole?
Feh.
I try to keep from too much repetition. Too much repetition seems to kill a story by repetition, at least is seems to me too much of the time.
So somewhere between 'swagger stick' and 'mirthful mouthful' i'll probably use penis a time or two. Just to keep it from too much repetition, you konw?

I don't think I have a trigger word in that respect.
I do get irked if a certain word is overused. When I read a sex-fic, I don't want to read the word "cock" 15 times in one paragraph. I don't care if you're referring to rooster sex. Vocabulary moderation is important.
I think my trigger word in fanfiction is "defiantly". There are way too many instances of "defiantly" being used in place of "definitely" and I can neither understand nor tolerate this.

For me, writing about the darker side of things - emotions, state of mind, violence, gore, etc. - is a way of sharing my personal experience with those in need. (Not to say I'm a war veteran or anything; I can't enlist because I can't take orders, I know that much about myself. It's just that my family hunts, so I know a decent bit about violence, bloodshed and gore anyway, and I've got a fair bit of experience with mental issues, my mom's after-rape trauma and behaviors, and whatnot, too.)
Mostly when I write dark things, it's because either I'm trying to work through something or I know someone who is. Sharing experience helps. A lot.
Sexual kinks.... I write those because I'm into bondage, I have a visceral need to be made to submit by someone I trust - my bf - because I flat can't fully relax and just go with the flow otherwise, and toys and unresolved sexual tension are wonderful ways to up the ante in an intimate situation. Exhibitionism I might write about, but frankly that's on my strictly-fantasies list because while the risk might be thrilling, getting caught...wouldn't be. And if/when I write a story with exhibitionism, I will throw that into the tale because it's something that should be thought of.
I thoroughly agree and/or understand where Attackegg and JayDee are coming from. If only there were more out there so willing to be themselves, with no limits. If society won't accept you as you are, at the very least here online where we can be relatively anonymous and share the things that really matter to us, then there's something wrong with society. And if those of us who are writing about dark things can't do so here and be accepted, then what are we supposed to do? Suppressing the need to express these - urges, cravings, whatever you want to call them - that only makes them worse.
Make sense? Not trying to call anyone unaccepting or a bigot or anything, I just am a brutally honest person and this site is somewhat of a haven for we oddballs and outcasts and deviants, and I both applaud and am grateful to you for trying to understand (a mind as open as yours is a wonderful thing). Just trying to point out where I'm coming from. And anyway, there's always the search, and you never have to click on any links except the ones required by the mods and admins, so really this place is for everybody. *frown* Perhaps a better way for me to put the above bit is: this is a place where we can go and not have to hide, where we can be one of the crowd even if not all of the crowd is okay with our particular tastes, and we treasure that.

Yes. Though, like I said previously, some kids don't learn without the physical aspect of discipline. I know most of my family wouldn't be near as good as we are if there hadn't been a swat or two from people who knew how to use them in moderation. Although my dad has an explosive temper (no, he's never raised a hand to a kid in anger that I'm aware of, and if he did with anyone it probably would have been me or my sister) and could cow almost anyone with his voice alone, so when we were in trouble he just yelled and got really loud toward us. This did not particularly teach me to behave. It taught me to sneak and be a canny little seemingly innocent brat, because living with him and seeing him get mad over things he shouldn't have...well, let's just say that I learned how to snap and snarl right back at him when I felt he was in the wrong. If he'd spanked me instead, maybe I wouldn't have been so bold, but.... Anyway, I was a much more obedient, well-behaved child around my grandpa, who follows the one swat properly applied rule almost religiously. (I have never seen anyone follow it as well as he does. It inspired me. Not only to obedience, but also to the point where, when I have kids, I am going to follow it just as well, with either gender of child, because I've seen it work right. And, okay, in part because I think it could have been used on my younger twin brothers to good effect if only my mom and step dad had started with it when they were young enough. When they did start, it was too late and they wound up going overboard. Now they're disrespectful moronic teenagers who ought to have been kicked out when they finished their senior year in high school. And by disrespectful I mean that their behavior is something anyone else I know would have been booted to the curb for immediately. Including me.)

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