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I left Twitter a while ago, but I'm really, REALLY leaving Twitter now. And most other things, really.
So if anyone is bored and wants to say hi to a lonely wolbie, you know where to find me!
I left Twitter a while ago, but I'm really, REALLY leaving Twitter now. And most other things, really.
So if anyone is bored and wants to say hi to a lonely wolbie, you know where to find me!
A 2020 Farewell Message from Dissident Love Studios
Posted 5 years agoGood day, y'all, and welcome to THE END...
... OF 2020.
Been waiting a while to say that.
First off, I would like to thank all of you for your love and support and readership over not just the last year, but the last 13+ years of writing. From Myles and DL, and Amber and Boi-Of-The-Week, to TruU and Ilsa Calamata, it's been a pretty wild ride. I originally sauntered vaguely over to the furry community just because they were an open and accepting audience for my own stable of kinks and obsessions, lured by the works of Winger and Gideon and the friendship of a few delightful individuals. I had a dozen stories under my belt before I would even entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe, I was a furry myself. Heck, it was only this year I tried to nail down a 'sona for myself (and it's a sona that explicitly has no fixed form or gender, so... still not really nailed down very well.) I don't know where I'd be without this community, but I'm certain it would be a darker and lonelier place.
Secondly, and I apologize if I was making this sound more dire than it is, I am going to be stepping away from the role of "Dissident Love - The Writer" for 2021, shuttering my Patreon, and not putting out any stories for the forseeable future.
Why am I doing this? Since I seem to be very fond of lists, there's numerous reasons!
Reason The First: Writing as Dissident Love (for Patreon supporters in particular) has prevented me from writing nearly anything else. This is no-one's fault but my own. I had high hopes at the start, but it turns out that I can't split my projects between 'long term goals' and 'things I need to do for the people who inexplicably pay me money every month'. I've long said that Patreon was negatively affecting my creativity, and it's about time I do something about it.
Reason The Second: I attempted to submit stories to nine anthologies and publications last year. I... succeeded zero times, because I never finished any of the stories before the submission deadline, let alone even got to the proofreading and editing stage. Every time I would start working on one of these shorts, I would be immediately overcome with guilt that I wasn't working on something for Patreon.
Reason The Third: After thirteen years, it's REALLY getting difficult for me to write hyper and fwoomping and have even the remotest sense that I'm satisfyingly original. Several people have told me that's fine, they LIKE my niche, and gosh knows I love other artists' niches, but it makes it more difficult for me to start and finish projects. Again, this is purely a 'me problem', that I've tried to solve by... ignoring it. Amazingly it hasn't worked.
Reason The Fourth: I've been putting off writing for my other 'sonas... yes, I am more than just DL. I've got a G/PG-rated fursona, who was going to be the author of several of the previously-mentioned failed submissions. I've got a human erotica 'sona, who found some limited success on Literotica before being driven away by right-wing chuds (my sona is femme on the internet, so... that's expected). Over 2019 and 2020, though, a handful of people reached out to that sona and said that my stories really affected them, and in some cases helped them, and they urged me not to give up. And lastly, I've been putting off writing literally as myself. I've got four 'novels' on my desk right now, which I've had full jackets designed for, with my name and cover art and blurbs on the back (I just slipped them over other books I already own). I had them created to provide me inspiration, but now they're just making me feel worse, particularly the one I had planned to give to my daughter for her birthday... in 2019.
Reason The Fifth: This one is still a little bit up in the air, but what the hell. At the urging of my wife, two past professors and my one remaining real life friend, I am pursuing a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, and slowly shifting my career from cubicle-dwelling CAD-monkey to something in the literary field.
I will still be around, of course. Dissident Love isn't leaving Twitter (though I will be toning down my content there) or Discord (though I could hardly be less noticeable on there). I will always be happy to talk about big things getting bigger, and bigger things going where bigger things shouldn't be able to go. I'll never escape that part of me.
Thank you all.
I am still made of love...
Dissident Love
... OF 2020.
Been waiting a while to say that.
First off, I would like to thank all of you for your love and support and readership over not just the last year, but the last 13+ years of writing. From Myles and DL, and Amber and Boi-Of-The-Week, to TruU and Ilsa Calamata, it's been a pretty wild ride. I originally sauntered vaguely over to the furry community just because they were an open and accepting audience for my own stable of kinks and obsessions, lured by the works of Winger and Gideon and the friendship of a few delightful individuals. I had a dozen stories under my belt before I would even entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe, I was a furry myself. Heck, it was only this year I tried to nail down a 'sona for myself (and it's a sona that explicitly has no fixed form or gender, so... still not really nailed down very well.) I don't know where I'd be without this community, but I'm certain it would be a darker and lonelier place.
Secondly, and I apologize if I was making this sound more dire than it is, I am going to be stepping away from the role of "Dissident Love - The Writer" for 2021, shuttering my Patreon, and not putting out any stories for the forseeable future.
Why am I doing this? Since I seem to be very fond of lists, there's numerous reasons!
Reason The First: Writing as Dissident Love (for Patreon supporters in particular) has prevented me from writing nearly anything else. This is no-one's fault but my own. I had high hopes at the start, but it turns out that I can't split my projects between 'long term goals' and 'things I need to do for the people who inexplicably pay me money every month'. I've long said that Patreon was negatively affecting my creativity, and it's about time I do something about it.
Reason The Second: I attempted to submit stories to nine anthologies and publications last year. I... succeeded zero times, because I never finished any of the stories before the submission deadline, let alone even got to the proofreading and editing stage. Every time I would start working on one of these shorts, I would be immediately overcome with guilt that I wasn't working on something for Patreon.
Reason The Third: After thirteen years, it's REALLY getting difficult for me to write hyper and fwoomping and have even the remotest sense that I'm satisfyingly original. Several people have told me that's fine, they LIKE my niche, and gosh knows I love other artists' niches, but it makes it more difficult for me to start and finish projects. Again, this is purely a 'me problem', that I've tried to solve by... ignoring it. Amazingly it hasn't worked.
Reason The Fourth: I've been putting off writing for my other 'sonas... yes, I am more than just DL. I've got a G/PG-rated fursona, who was going to be the author of several of the previously-mentioned failed submissions. I've got a human erotica 'sona, who found some limited success on Literotica before being driven away by right-wing chuds (my sona is femme on the internet, so... that's expected). Over 2019 and 2020, though, a handful of people reached out to that sona and said that my stories really affected them, and in some cases helped them, and they urged me not to give up. And lastly, I've been putting off writing literally as myself. I've got four 'novels' on my desk right now, which I've had full jackets designed for, with my name and cover art and blurbs on the back (I just slipped them over other books I already own). I had them created to provide me inspiration, but now they're just making me feel worse, particularly the one I had planned to give to my daughter for her birthday... in 2019.
Reason The Fifth: This one is still a little bit up in the air, but what the hell. At the urging of my wife, two past professors and my one remaining real life friend, I am pursuing a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, and slowly shifting my career from cubicle-dwelling CAD-monkey to something in the literary field.
I will still be around, of course. Dissident Love isn't leaving Twitter (though I will be toning down my content there) or Discord (though I could hardly be less noticeable on there). I will always be happy to talk about big things getting bigger, and bigger things going where bigger things shouldn't be able to go. I'll never escape that part of me.
Thank you all.
I am still made of love...
Dissident Love
Daydream (Meet Hahona and Dea)
Posted 5 years agoWelcome to the first of what will hopefully be a weekly thing: new character daydreams! I don't overthink them, I don't overedit them... I just sit down, write quickly, and get some folx out of my head and into the world.
I am hoping in March to extend this challenge to anyone who is interested! A weekly creative endeavor. Challenge yourself to an hour of fearless writing, and see who comes out of it.
- - - - -
It was a lovely day on Ilsa Calamata, as statistically most days were. The capital city of Calamata was freshly scrubbed by the recent seasonal rains, four days of high winds and torrential downpours. Wisps of ground fog swirled wherever shade was provided. Every window seemed to be thrown open, every inhabitant out and about in their best and brightest clothes.
Traditionally, the seasonal storms were a time of renewal, of starting fresh, and Dea Marie couldn’t have picked a better day for her appointment if she’d tried.
The petite goat clopped up to the TruU complex, her dainty hooves sounding too loud in her ears. She felt self-conscious in her gauzy dress, which was nearly see-through in the brilliant sunshine. Not because she felt especially nervous about folks seeing her quasi-naked body, far from it... she just felt as though she stood out in her current company.
Dea was sleek and straight, the lines of her scant bosom mirrored by her narrow hips. She’d always enjoyed the sight of her body in the mirror, proof of her dedication to her profession. Hanging up on the back of her bedroom door were more than three dozen medals, the majority of them brilliantly polished gold. Marathons, triathlons, ultramarathons, desert endurance trials, Dea had crushed them all.
She suppressed a tiny red flash of jealousy when she passed someone departing the steel and chrome TruU office, a lush and curvaceous bovine who seemed in danger of overflowing hir bikini in half a dozen places. Three breasts, each several times larger than Dea’s head, bounced and wobbled. More mass than Dea could reasonably get hir arms around strained behind a scandalously small triangle of material at the cow’s thighs. The little goat turned to unabashedly admire the cow’s ass as shi walked on, wide and plump and soft and inviting and-
“Blue ski-i-i-ies,” Dea sang under her breath, forcing herself to breath slowly. “Blue skies calling me o-o-o-on...”
Once she had regained control, she turned back to the building and pushed through into the cool front office.
. . . . .
There was a polite knock at the door. Almost instantly the door opened, and a brightly-plumed avian head poked in. “Rise and shine, Squiggles!” Doctor Washishi chirped brightly. “You’re needed in the prep theatre!”
Hahona Skaragli rustled in his tank. “It’s not Squiggles,” he sighed. “And I know. I have a schedule on my phone.”
“Yeah, well... you go through a lot of phones.”
Hahona lifted the black and gold rectangle out of the water, the screen brightly displaying the time in pink and blue hues. “This one is guaranteed waterproof. I got Legal to triple check their warranty conditions and everything.”
“Is it poison proof?”
He sighed again. “For the last time, I’m not poisonous-”
“Kidding! Kidding!” the bird of paradise giggled. “Time to suit up, though. This is going to be a tricky one.”
“You’ve done this before.”
“Not quite to this degree. Didn’t you read the paperwork?”
“I got through the first ten pages,” he said evasively.
“Then this is going to be very exciting for everyone. Chop chop!” Doctor Washishi swung her feathered hands as though literally chopping and then shut the door.
Hahona rose from his tank, sluicing gallons of brackish water. He was glaucus pacificus, more commonly known as a green dragon, though more colloquially known as a green sea slug. He knew that technically he was distantly related to true slugs, but was more closely related to sea snails, though since he lacked a shell it seemed a silly point to quibble over. He preferred to go by ‘nudibranch’, anyways. It sounded sexier.
His body was long and somewhat flattened and brilliantly striped. Lacking knees and elbows, his legs wobbled unsteadily as he reacclimated himself to supporting his tissues on dry land, his arms waving like seaweed. As he forced more fluid into the internal sacs and channels and chambers that allowed his kind to walk upright, his body became more obviously bipedal, seeming to acquire a faux musculature.
Confident that his transition was complete, he stepped out of his tank, grabbed a towel with his long, sinuous fingers, and started to towel off. He had enough water in his system to keep him properly moisted for nearly two days if he was careful, but there was almost nowhere on the TruU campus where he was more than thirty seconds from a water fountain or a good spritz bottle. And besides, his white doctor’s coat looked a lot better when it wasn’t sopping wet.
He opened the door, now properly identified by his nametag as Doctor Hahona Skaragli, and nearly bumped into Doctor Washishi. “Doctor,” he nodded down to her, now that he was nearly seven feet tall.
“Doctor,” the outrageously-buxom bird somehow grinned. She traced a feathered finger along his rubbery neck. “You all fed up?”
He waggled his own fingers back to her and smiled, his small toothless mouth flexing in a manner that had been quite difficult to learn. “Always.”
. . . . .
Dea lay on a large, surprisingly comfortable hospital bed, draped in white linens. The operating theatre was huge and nearly blinding, every inch of it polished chrome steel or bleached white ceramic. Calming music played in one ear, the tiny wireless headphone connected to a touch screen display mounted on the side of her bed.
She was far from calm, though. She was focusing on the device that was tracking her heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, and a hundred other biometrics. A tiny orange box in the corner of the screen was blinking WARNING, over and over.
“That’s normal,” a nurse said, patting Dea’s shoulder. “This place is hardly relaxing. Don’t worry, Doctor Squiggles will be here in a moment.
Dea blinked. “I’m sorry, Doctor-”
“My name is not Squiggles,” came a deep, melodious voice from somewhere behind Dea. She craned her neck but couldn’t see anything beyond her small mountain of pillows. “Honestly, I don’t know how often I need to say that.”
“It’s good for the patients!” the nurse laughed.
“Yes, but half the thank-you notes in my office read ‘Doctor Squiggles’. It’s unprofessional.”
“Spoilsport,” the nurse chided, and Dea chuckled. “See? You made the patient happy. Your job’s done, you can go now.”
The mysterious Doctor Not-Squiggles sighed and walked into view. Dea’s eyes widened at the strange, beautiful creature wearing the white coat. “My job is done when the patient walks out of here happy,” he said, turning his attention down to Dea. “Good morning, Miss Marie! My name is Doctor Squiggles.”
She held on for a fraction of a moment, and then burst out laughing, much louder than she’d intended. The exotic-looking doctor smiled and clasped his oversized hands together, his fingers twining like fronds of seagrass waving in the currents. “Ah, excellent. I see you’re already in high spirits. I would shake your hand, but that might delay this procedure for another week.”
Dea eventually got herself under control, but she was still giggling softly under her breath. The serious baritone voice coming out of the slightly-translucent green dragon nudibranch was a peculiar experience. “Definitely don’t want that,” she said softly. “Er... can I ask-”
Doctor Hahona raised a hand and allowed it to sway back and forth hypnotically. “My ancestors fed on poisonous siphonophores for millions of years,” he said. Tiny flecks of white surged back and forth just below the surface of his skin, as though he contained the very tides themselves. “Eventually, we learned not just to store their cnidocytes in our bodies, as defense against predators, but to produce our own.”
“An echidna-cyte?”
“Close,” he chuckled, tracing a fingertip along her forehead. She stiffened, but almost immediately relaxed back into her pillows. “Highly specialized cells, very nearly an entire subspecies in their own right. Explosive, too.”
“This isn’t relaxing me...”
“These cells can impart any of a thousand different, highly-specialized neurotoxins.”
“DEFINITELY not relaxing!”
Nurses were moving all around the operating theatre now. Lights were being moved, machines activated, trays wheeled around. Dea couldn’t help but notice how many of the nurses seemed to have taken part in TruU’s services, varying from outrageously buxom to spectacularly well-endowed, to other, more exotic iterations. “Toxins aren’t always bad,” he said softly, stroking her cheek now. Her face tingled, and then seemed to start going numb. “All medication is a toxin, really. The dose determines the effect, as they say. At the moment, I am applying some mild anaesthetics and calmatives to your system.”
“Thank you,” Dea sighed, reaching up to poke her cheek. Almost instantly her fingertip went numb. “Uh... whoops.”
“That’s fine,” Doctor Hahona smiled. “As they take effect, I am going to impart some compounds that will temporarily weaken your immune system. This will help your body to accept the new tissue. Some cnidocytes will start to break down the connective tissues in your pelvic floor, which will be rebuilt better and stronger by our gifted surgeons. Your bones will be softened and adjusted, and then hardened significantly tougher than they were before.”
“You’re just a walkin’ talkin’ pharmacy, aintcha?” Dea said, slurring gently. Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually... I wouldn’t normally-”
The doctor laughed. “Perfectly all right. I have been told my initial anaesthetics are quite pleasant, and should be enjoyed. Now, you are going to be quite heavily medicated over the next week, so time might be a little... fluid. I am going to be checking on you hourly, monitoring your healing, and ensuring that there are no rejections or complications. I do not anticipate anything out of the ordinary, though! Your cell-grown enhancements have all checked out perfectly.”
Dea stirred, patting her hips down with tingling hands. “Can I... I mean... see...? Doctor Washishi sent me some pictures, but... I’s j’ess wondering if I’c’n...”
Doctor Hahona nodded and motioned to a nurse. The short, stocky skunkboi pushed what seemed to be another hospital bed over, but this one had a gleaming steel lid over it. The nudibranch touched the side of Dea’s head, tilting it so she could see as the lid was rolled back, steam tumbling out across the linens as though in some cheap monster movie.
The machines monitoring Dea began to beep anew.
“I see you approve,” the doctor said pleasantly. The skunk nurse leaned over the side of the cart and whistled appreciatively.
Resting on a gauzy bed of some strange white foam, Dea beheld an equine cock of breathtaking size. Grown from her own tissues, tweaked in a laboratory, TruU had been developing it for months to her exact specifications (though her specifications had... changed somewhat as time went on.)
“I trust it is as you hoped?”
Dea nodded, and almost immediately closed her eyes from dizziness. She forced them open, drinking in what would soon be waking up between her legs every day. For a certain definition of ‘between’, that is. It was considerably thicker than her thighs, and even resting flaccid was considerably longer.
“S’wonderful,” she yawned.
“Now, Miss Marie, I am going to have to get a little more personal with you now,” Doctor Hahona said, placing one hand against her linen-covered hip. “Are you all right with that?”
The lid was replaced, and the cart was wheeled away. The little goat turned her head up to the brilliantly-colored doctor, the rich emerald and creamy white stripes starting to swim before her eyes. “Very,” she mumbled.
As his fingers slipped beneath her gown, Dea’s final thoughts were of intense, dream-like pleasure, and hope for what the future would bring.
. . . . .
Doctor Hahona sat at his desk, his lower body submerged in fresh ocean water. Offers had been made for him to have a properly aquatic office, but he insisted that this was best for him to remain acclimated to surface life. His fingers moved slowly and awkwardly across the keyboard, but lately his typing accuracy had been quite good. According to his co-workers he was nearly typing at a third-grade level. For not having muscles or a skeleton, he felt that was pretty good.
He was catching up on the week’s paperwork when there was a ‘ding’ of a new e-mail. He tapped the screen (he was MUCH better with touch screens than he was with keyboards) and was delighted to see it was from a distantly familiar name.
Dear Doctor Squiggles, it started. Hahona rolled his small black eyes, and continued.
I don’t know if you remember me, but I was your patient nearly eight months ago. I’d never talked to you before that day, but you changed my life forever. You and everyone at TruU.
I had retired from sports the year before. Endurance athletes burn out quickly at the highest levels. The amount of work needed to stay competitive at the international stage was... frankly, more than I could bear anymore. I’d no time for friends, for family. I hadn’t even seen a new television show in a decade. I trained, and I competed, and I won, and... and then I wasn’t winning anymore.
When I was young, I had two dreams. I’d spent my whole life pursuing one of them, and when I couldn’t anymore, you helped make the other one come true.
I can’t ever thank you enough, you and your team. It’s been strange, living a life where I can’t run anymore, but I like to think I’ve found new things to do with all my energy.
Keep changing lives, Doctor. For as long as you can.
Dea Marie
(soon to be Dea Marie-Willingdon)
(by the way, you should Save The Date for August 29th!)
Attached to the bottom of the e-mail was a picture, taken on a beach at sunset. A tall, burly polar bear was standing knee-deep in the surf, wearing the traditional Ilsa Calamata tuxedo: black cutoff shorts and a black sleeveless vest. Cradled in his arms was a familiar face, that easy smile and those sparkling eyes below two tiny horns.
Hir hips were quite a bit wider and rounder than when he’d first met hir. Shi wore a flowing, gauzy dress, nearly see-through with the sun setting behind hir. It hugged hir curves, somehow loose and stretchy at the same time. It extended well past hir tiny hooves, though it was only barely long enough to provide even a semblance of modesty to the magnificently hyper outline of hir shaft.
Doctor Hahona’s eyes were drawn to the hand shi held up to the camera, and the shimmering ruby engagement ring shi now wore.
I am hoping in March to extend this challenge to anyone who is interested! A weekly creative endeavor. Challenge yourself to an hour of fearless writing, and see who comes out of it.
- - - - -
It was a lovely day on Ilsa Calamata, as statistically most days were. The capital city of Calamata was freshly scrubbed by the recent seasonal rains, four days of high winds and torrential downpours. Wisps of ground fog swirled wherever shade was provided. Every window seemed to be thrown open, every inhabitant out and about in their best and brightest clothes.
Traditionally, the seasonal storms were a time of renewal, of starting fresh, and Dea Marie couldn’t have picked a better day for her appointment if she’d tried.
The petite goat clopped up to the TruU complex, her dainty hooves sounding too loud in her ears. She felt self-conscious in her gauzy dress, which was nearly see-through in the brilliant sunshine. Not because she felt especially nervous about folks seeing her quasi-naked body, far from it... she just felt as though she stood out in her current company.
Dea was sleek and straight, the lines of her scant bosom mirrored by her narrow hips. She’d always enjoyed the sight of her body in the mirror, proof of her dedication to her profession. Hanging up on the back of her bedroom door were more than three dozen medals, the majority of them brilliantly polished gold. Marathons, triathlons, ultramarathons, desert endurance trials, Dea had crushed them all.
She suppressed a tiny red flash of jealousy when she passed someone departing the steel and chrome TruU office, a lush and curvaceous bovine who seemed in danger of overflowing hir bikini in half a dozen places. Three breasts, each several times larger than Dea’s head, bounced and wobbled. More mass than Dea could reasonably get hir arms around strained behind a scandalously small triangle of material at the cow’s thighs. The little goat turned to unabashedly admire the cow’s ass as shi walked on, wide and plump and soft and inviting and-
“Blue ski-i-i-ies,” Dea sang under her breath, forcing herself to breath slowly. “Blue skies calling me o-o-o-on...”
Once she had regained control, she turned back to the building and pushed through into the cool front office.
. . . . .
There was a polite knock at the door. Almost instantly the door opened, and a brightly-plumed avian head poked in. “Rise and shine, Squiggles!” Doctor Washishi chirped brightly. “You’re needed in the prep theatre!”
Hahona Skaragli rustled in his tank. “It’s not Squiggles,” he sighed. “And I know. I have a schedule on my phone.”
“Yeah, well... you go through a lot of phones.”
Hahona lifted the black and gold rectangle out of the water, the screen brightly displaying the time in pink and blue hues. “This one is guaranteed waterproof. I got Legal to triple check their warranty conditions and everything.”
“Is it poison proof?”
He sighed again. “For the last time, I’m not poisonous-”
“Kidding! Kidding!” the bird of paradise giggled. “Time to suit up, though. This is going to be a tricky one.”
“You’ve done this before.”
“Not quite to this degree. Didn’t you read the paperwork?”
“I got through the first ten pages,” he said evasively.
“Then this is going to be very exciting for everyone. Chop chop!” Doctor Washishi swung her feathered hands as though literally chopping and then shut the door.
Hahona rose from his tank, sluicing gallons of brackish water. He was glaucus pacificus, more commonly known as a green dragon, though more colloquially known as a green sea slug. He knew that technically he was distantly related to true slugs, but was more closely related to sea snails, though since he lacked a shell it seemed a silly point to quibble over. He preferred to go by ‘nudibranch’, anyways. It sounded sexier.
His body was long and somewhat flattened and brilliantly striped. Lacking knees and elbows, his legs wobbled unsteadily as he reacclimated himself to supporting his tissues on dry land, his arms waving like seaweed. As he forced more fluid into the internal sacs and channels and chambers that allowed his kind to walk upright, his body became more obviously bipedal, seeming to acquire a faux musculature.
Confident that his transition was complete, he stepped out of his tank, grabbed a towel with his long, sinuous fingers, and started to towel off. He had enough water in his system to keep him properly moisted for nearly two days if he was careful, but there was almost nowhere on the TruU campus where he was more than thirty seconds from a water fountain or a good spritz bottle. And besides, his white doctor’s coat looked a lot better when it wasn’t sopping wet.
He opened the door, now properly identified by his nametag as Doctor Hahona Skaragli, and nearly bumped into Doctor Washishi. “Doctor,” he nodded down to her, now that he was nearly seven feet tall.
“Doctor,” the outrageously-buxom bird somehow grinned. She traced a feathered finger along his rubbery neck. “You all fed up?”
He waggled his own fingers back to her and smiled, his small toothless mouth flexing in a manner that had been quite difficult to learn. “Always.”
. . . . .
Dea lay on a large, surprisingly comfortable hospital bed, draped in white linens. The operating theatre was huge and nearly blinding, every inch of it polished chrome steel or bleached white ceramic. Calming music played in one ear, the tiny wireless headphone connected to a touch screen display mounted on the side of her bed.
She was far from calm, though. She was focusing on the device that was tracking her heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, and a hundred other biometrics. A tiny orange box in the corner of the screen was blinking WARNING, over and over.
“That’s normal,” a nurse said, patting Dea’s shoulder. “This place is hardly relaxing. Don’t worry, Doctor Squiggles will be here in a moment.
Dea blinked. “I’m sorry, Doctor-”
“My name is not Squiggles,” came a deep, melodious voice from somewhere behind Dea. She craned her neck but couldn’t see anything beyond her small mountain of pillows. “Honestly, I don’t know how often I need to say that.”
“It’s good for the patients!” the nurse laughed.
“Yes, but half the thank-you notes in my office read ‘Doctor Squiggles’. It’s unprofessional.”
“Spoilsport,” the nurse chided, and Dea chuckled. “See? You made the patient happy. Your job’s done, you can go now.”
The mysterious Doctor Not-Squiggles sighed and walked into view. Dea’s eyes widened at the strange, beautiful creature wearing the white coat. “My job is done when the patient walks out of here happy,” he said, turning his attention down to Dea. “Good morning, Miss Marie! My name is Doctor Squiggles.”
She held on for a fraction of a moment, and then burst out laughing, much louder than she’d intended. The exotic-looking doctor smiled and clasped his oversized hands together, his fingers twining like fronds of seagrass waving in the currents. “Ah, excellent. I see you’re already in high spirits. I would shake your hand, but that might delay this procedure for another week.”
Dea eventually got herself under control, but she was still giggling softly under her breath. The serious baritone voice coming out of the slightly-translucent green dragon nudibranch was a peculiar experience. “Definitely don’t want that,” she said softly. “Er... can I ask-”
Doctor Hahona raised a hand and allowed it to sway back and forth hypnotically. “My ancestors fed on poisonous siphonophores for millions of years,” he said. Tiny flecks of white surged back and forth just below the surface of his skin, as though he contained the very tides themselves. “Eventually, we learned not just to store their cnidocytes in our bodies, as defense against predators, but to produce our own.”
“An echidna-cyte?”
“Close,” he chuckled, tracing a fingertip along her forehead. She stiffened, but almost immediately relaxed back into her pillows. “Highly specialized cells, very nearly an entire subspecies in their own right. Explosive, too.”
“This isn’t relaxing me...”
“These cells can impart any of a thousand different, highly-specialized neurotoxins.”
“DEFINITELY not relaxing!”
Nurses were moving all around the operating theatre now. Lights were being moved, machines activated, trays wheeled around. Dea couldn’t help but notice how many of the nurses seemed to have taken part in TruU’s services, varying from outrageously buxom to spectacularly well-endowed, to other, more exotic iterations. “Toxins aren’t always bad,” he said softly, stroking her cheek now. Her face tingled, and then seemed to start going numb. “All medication is a toxin, really. The dose determines the effect, as they say. At the moment, I am applying some mild anaesthetics and calmatives to your system.”
“Thank you,” Dea sighed, reaching up to poke her cheek. Almost instantly her fingertip went numb. “Uh... whoops.”
“That’s fine,” Doctor Hahona smiled. “As they take effect, I am going to impart some compounds that will temporarily weaken your immune system. This will help your body to accept the new tissue. Some cnidocytes will start to break down the connective tissues in your pelvic floor, which will be rebuilt better and stronger by our gifted surgeons. Your bones will be softened and adjusted, and then hardened significantly tougher than they were before.”
“You’re just a walkin’ talkin’ pharmacy, aintcha?” Dea said, slurring gently. Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually... I wouldn’t normally-”
The doctor laughed. “Perfectly all right. I have been told my initial anaesthetics are quite pleasant, and should be enjoyed. Now, you are going to be quite heavily medicated over the next week, so time might be a little... fluid. I am going to be checking on you hourly, monitoring your healing, and ensuring that there are no rejections or complications. I do not anticipate anything out of the ordinary, though! Your cell-grown enhancements have all checked out perfectly.”
Dea stirred, patting her hips down with tingling hands. “Can I... I mean... see...? Doctor Washishi sent me some pictures, but... I’s j’ess wondering if I’c’n...”
Doctor Hahona nodded and motioned to a nurse. The short, stocky skunkboi pushed what seemed to be another hospital bed over, but this one had a gleaming steel lid over it. The nudibranch touched the side of Dea’s head, tilting it so she could see as the lid was rolled back, steam tumbling out across the linens as though in some cheap monster movie.
The machines monitoring Dea began to beep anew.
“I see you approve,” the doctor said pleasantly. The skunk nurse leaned over the side of the cart and whistled appreciatively.
Resting on a gauzy bed of some strange white foam, Dea beheld an equine cock of breathtaking size. Grown from her own tissues, tweaked in a laboratory, TruU had been developing it for months to her exact specifications (though her specifications had... changed somewhat as time went on.)
“I trust it is as you hoped?”
Dea nodded, and almost immediately closed her eyes from dizziness. She forced them open, drinking in what would soon be waking up between her legs every day. For a certain definition of ‘between’, that is. It was considerably thicker than her thighs, and even resting flaccid was considerably longer.
“S’wonderful,” she yawned.
“Now, Miss Marie, I am going to have to get a little more personal with you now,” Doctor Hahona said, placing one hand against her linen-covered hip. “Are you all right with that?”
The lid was replaced, and the cart was wheeled away. The little goat turned her head up to the brilliantly-colored doctor, the rich emerald and creamy white stripes starting to swim before her eyes. “Very,” she mumbled.
As his fingers slipped beneath her gown, Dea’s final thoughts were of intense, dream-like pleasure, and hope for what the future would bring.
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Doctor Hahona sat at his desk, his lower body submerged in fresh ocean water. Offers had been made for him to have a properly aquatic office, but he insisted that this was best for him to remain acclimated to surface life. His fingers moved slowly and awkwardly across the keyboard, but lately his typing accuracy had been quite good. According to his co-workers he was nearly typing at a third-grade level. For not having muscles or a skeleton, he felt that was pretty good.
He was catching up on the week’s paperwork when there was a ‘ding’ of a new e-mail. He tapped the screen (he was MUCH better with touch screens than he was with keyboards) and was delighted to see it was from a distantly familiar name.
Dear Doctor Squiggles, it started. Hahona rolled his small black eyes, and continued.
I don’t know if you remember me, but I was your patient nearly eight months ago. I’d never talked to you before that day, but you changed my life forever. You and everyone at TruU.
I had retired from sports the year before. Endurance athletes burn out quickly at the highest levels. The amount of work needed to stay competitive at the international stage was... frankly, more than I could bear anymore. I’d no time for friends, for family. I hadn’t even seen a new television show in a decade. I trained, and I competed, and I won, and... and then I wasn’t winning anymore.
When I was young, I had two dreams. I’d spent my whole life pursuing one of them, and when I couldn’t anymore, you helped make the other one come true.
I can’t ever thank you enough, you and your team. It’s been strange, living a life where I can’t run anymore, but I like to think I’ve found new things to do with all my energy.
Keep changing lives, Doctor. For as long as you can.
Dea Marie
(soon to be Dea Marie-Willingdon)
(by the way, you should Save The Date for August 29th!)
Attached to the bottom of the e-mail was a picture, taken on a beach at sunset. A tall, burly polar bear was standing knee-deep in the surf, wearing the traditional Ilsa Calamata tuxedo: black cutoff shorts and a black sleeveless vest. Cradled in his arms was a familiar face, that easy smile and those sparkling eyes below two tiny horns.
Hir hips were quite a bit wider and rounder than when he’d first met hir. Shi wore a flowing, gauzy dress, nearly see-through with the sun setting behind hir. It hugged hir curves, somehow loose and stretchy at the same time. It extended well past hir tiny hooves, though it was only barely long enough to provide even a semblance of modesty to the magnificently hyper outline of hir shaft.
Doctor Hahona’s eyes were drawn to the hand shi held up to the camera, and the shimmering ruby engagement ring shi now wore.
Daydream (Meet Damian and Gray)
Posted 5 years ago(Author's note: apologies for the delay! It was a long weekend in Canada, and yet I still had to go in to the office and work. When I wasn't working, it was kind of a Humiliation Conga of house repairs, and looking into options for a new-ish car, to replace the current car which is being held together with bandaids and faith. There will also be another author's note with the upcoming release of The Reserves, but don't worry, it's mostly positive!)
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"This way!" the gynoid chirped pleasantly.
Damian shouldered his luggage, a repurposed industrial laundry sack. It was large enough not only for his meager possessions, but himself as well, with room to spare (though he wouldn't be able to stretch out). On more than one unpleasantly chill night, he'd been forced to seal himself inside with his spare clothes, books and mementos, lulled into an uneasy sleep by the faded, cloying aroma of soaps and bleaches.
"Do you want me to carry that for you?"
His hand tightened reflexively. "No, thank you," he mumbled. He focused on her eyes, her feet, her eyes again.
The synthetic student giggled, a surprisingly... alive sound. "It's no trouble," she said. "But I understand. This must all be very new for you."
Damian looked around the 'campus', nervous and dizzy. Immaculately clean buildings of white marble and red brick stood proudly, wearing their networks of crawling vines and creepers like regal robes. Lush green grasses were clipped low, carved perfectly around beds of flowers. Paths wriggled and twisted between the buildings like cobblestone veins, connecting the untouched structures and giving no hints as to what their purpose might be, what strange activities took place within. He knew that, barely a quarter mile away, the school's walls were in a state of constant decay and surreptitious repair.
He looked down at himself, and realized the same could be said for him. His clothes were stained, torn, patched, threadbare, dog-eared, and not entirely pleasant-smelling. His hair was lanky and unkempt, though this would have been his day to use the showers at the Complimentary Economic Unit Maintenance Shelter And Involuntary Habitation Complex.
"Pretty new," he said softly.
The gynoid (augh, what was her name? you didn't even try to remember it!) laughed again and shrugged. Her skin, or perhaps her surface, was a gleaming polished chrome. Her blonde hair was clearly a wig, but it was quite stylish. She wore some kind of pleated miniskirt showing off artificially-toned legs, and a bright pink sweater that muted her angular figure but only drew attention to the fact that she had been designed and created with extremely ample mammaries. "We'll become fast friends, I'm sure. I don't want to rush you."
"No-one wants that," Damian agreed.
"Left!"
He stumbled slightly, turning onto a new path and following his guide up to a long brick building. Kalpa Dorm, read the bronze plaque set above the wooden double doors. His fingers lingered on the doors, marveling that they seemed to be real, genuine tree-wood, and not plaspress.
"This is where you'll be staying!" the gynoid chattered, leading him up wide wooden stairs to the second floor. "There's a public kitchen at the far end of the main floor there, and a coffee lounge. Do you drink coffee? You'll probably start, there's a lot of reading assignments here. Doesn't affect me, though. Coffee, I mean! Though I suppose reading assignments, either. I have a character recognition subroutine that allows me to internalize written language much quicker than you. There's a hot tub and a roof garden on the roof, of course!"
Free kitchens, Damian thought. Free water. Free bathing. Gardens? Did she say gardens? "You mean, with plants?"
"Hahaha, of course, silly! What did you think grew in gardens?"
Damian shrugged. "Nothing."
Somehow her metallic expression became sympathetic, though he saw it as pitying. "You've lived in some rough spots, huh?"
"I didn't know there were other ways to live."
"That's going to change for you, and if you choose to stay here, you can help change that for others! HALT! This is you!"
Damian nearly ran into her outstretched arm. The gynoid was pointing at another double set of wooden doors, each adorned with a small plaque. One read Damian Jabez, and looked exceedingly new. The other simply stated Gray.
"We were all wondering if shi was ever going to get a room mate," the gynoid whispered conspiratorially. "Like, a permanent one."
"Why?"
She shrugged. "Beats me. I never even got offered." She reached out and rapped her delicate armored knuckles against the door, loud enough that Damian was surprised she didn't take chips out of the wood. "I'm just doing this out of propriety. You won't need to knock, because you live here now!"
"Great," Damian winced, bracing himself for what strange apparition might dwell behind that door. Just Gray? What sort of name is that? Is it another robot? Automaton? Soulbound? Spiritkin? Ghoul? Something worse?!
The door marked Gray opened, revealing... well, Damian wasn't exactly sure what he was looking at. The figure was feminine, that much he knew. Damian placed his age somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one, and by all accounts he was just as preoccupied with intercourse as any other regular human. He could identify a feminine figure at a hundred yards with the merest glance, though that was usually his cue to head the opposite direction.
Firstly, the figure wasn't gray, but pink. Bright pink. Ferociously, violently pink, with a liquid gleam that even the chrome-like gynoid couldn't match.
Secondly, the figure was slightly translucent; Damian could make out the potted plant in the corridor beyond through what appeared to be an arm and shoulder.
Thirdly, the figure was naked.
"Gray!" the gynoid greeted loudly.
"Cheryl!" the pink entity responded, also in a distinctly feminine voice. Shi had a face, though its exact features were difficult to make out due to hir lustre and transparency. Gleaming pink hair tumbled down hir back, and that seemed to be nearly opaque. Shi was taller than Damian, taller even than the gynoid, which put hir exceedingly large but somewhat vague breasts right at the human's eye level. "Who is this?"
"This... is Damian!" Cheryl said grandly. "The Librarian got you a room mate!"
Cheryl gasped, though shi lacked any apparent lungs or vocal chords. "Really?!" Shi turned to face Damian fully, extending a hand in greetings. "Hi there! What's wrong with you?"
"Gray! You can't just ask someone that!"
"I'm saving time! Something needs to be wrong with him, if he's living with me!"
"Maybe something's really right with him! Did you ever consider that?"
"No!" Gray laughed, hir entire body bouncing with liquid ease. "Are you going to shake my hand?"
Cheryl coughed, a hint of static lurking on the edge of that sound. "Don't mind hir, shi's very blunt. Never got the hang of small talk."
"I'm excellent at small talk!"
"And shi also doesn't always get that clothes are a thing."
Gray stiffened, quite literally. Even the ripples in hir hair froze solid. Damian's eyes bulged when Gray's outline shifted, blurred, and changed. Clothes seemed to extrude from the middle of hir mass, composed of the same vibrantly pink substance as hir body. Soon shi was a translucent feminine figure wearing a long, shimmering sun dark pink dress and what appeared to be pink-and-purple striped socks.
"Better?"
"Uhm..." Damian said slowly. His free hand extended, taking hirs gingerly. Shi squeezed with surprisingly solid force, as though shi were made of warm, slick, dense rubber. "Hi. I'm-"
"Damian, I know! I heard Poly put your name on the door! Come on in! Look at me, leaving you standing in the corridor. Get in here!"
Cheryl waved. "Have fun, you two!"
Damian followed Gray into the enormous dorm room, which was a mansion as far as he was concerned. He examined his palm, excepting it to be damp from hir strange composition, but it was perfectly dry. The door clicked shut behind him, and he realized he was all alone with hir.
"So!" Gray said, a huge smile rippling hir face. "Do you want the empty room at the end of the hall, or are we sharing?"
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It would take me way too long to explain the setting to you, but I tried to allude to a few things in this here introduction. I also couldn't organically get into Gray's backstory here in prose very easily, so I just decided to leave it to the end here. Consider this Appendix A.
Gray (formerly just Gigi, and nearly a bunch of other names due to Twitter poll) is my first googrrl OC. Long story short, shi is an entirely solitary monophyletic evolutionary branch of protist that was discovered in the depths of a prehistoric fission/fusion reactor. A sample was removed and returned to a laboratory, and before long it was clear that the sample was not only intelligent, but trying to communicate with the researchers. In time, the sample, nicknamed Gray, grew into a sizeable mass. After its first in-person meeting with one of the researchers (it had been kept in confinement thus far), the sample adopted the bilaterally symmetrical, bipedal shape that was mostly recognizable as human. As more interpersonal time was spent with the sample, it developed rudimentary speech and auditory sensory organs tuned to human speech frequencies.
By the end of its first year, it declared its wish for freedom on the premise that it was sentient, self-determined, and very bored.
How shi ended up at the Library, why shi can't keep room mates, and why Damian was assigned to hir, is a story for another day (hopefully!)
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"This way!" the gynoid chirped pleasantly.
Damian shouldered his luggage, a repurposed industrial laundry sack. It was large enough not only for his meager possessions, but himself as well, with room to spare (though he wouldn't be able to stretch out). On more than one unpleasantly chill night, he'd been forced to seal himself inside with his spare clothes, books and mementos, lulled into an uneasy sleep by the faded, cloying aroma of soaps and bleaches.
"Do you want me to carry that for you?"
His hand tightened reflexively. "No, thank you," he mumbled. He focused on her eyes, her feet, her eyes again.
The synthetic student giggled, a surprisingly... alive sound. "It's no trouble," she said. "But I understand. This must all be very new for you."
Damian looked around the 'campus', nervous and dizzy. Immaculately clean buildings of white marble and red brick stood proudly, wearing their networks of crawling vines and creepers like regal robes. Lush green grasses were clipped low, carved perfectly around beds of flowers. Paths wriggled and twisted between the buildings like cobblestone veins, connecting the untouched structures and giving no hints as to what their purpose might be, what strange activities took place within. He knew that, barely a quarter mile away, the school's walls were in a state of constant decay and surreptitious repair.
He looked down at himself, and realized the same could be said for him. His clothes were stained, torn, patched, threadbare, dog-eared, and not entirely pleasant-smelling. His hair was lanky and unkempt, though this would have been his day to use the showers at the Complimentary Economic Unit Maintenance Shelter And Involuntary Habitation Complex.
"Pretty new," he said softly.
The gynoid (augh, what was her name? you didn't even try to remember it!) laughed again and shrugged. Her skin, or perhaps her surface, was a gleaming polished chrome. Her blonde hair was clearly a wig, but it was quite stylish. She wore some kind of pleated miniskirt showing off artificially-toned legs, and a bright pink sweater that muted her angular figure but only drew attention to the fact that she had been designed and created with extremely ample mammaries. "We'll become fast friends, I'm sure. I don't want to rush you."
"No-one wants that," Damian agreed.
"Left!"
He stumbled slightly, turning onto a new path and following his guide up to a long brick building. Kalpa Dorm, read the bronze plaque set above the wooden double doors. His fingers lingered on the doors, marveling that they seemed to be real, genuine tree-wood, and not plaspress.
"This is where you'll be staying!" the gynoid chattered, leading him up wide wooden stairs to the second floor. "There's a public kitchen at the far end of the main floor there, and a coffee lounge. Do you drink coffee? You'll probably start, there's a lot of reading assignments here. Doesn't affect me, though. Coffee, I mean! Though I suppose reading assignments, either. I have a character recognition subroutine that allows me to internalize written language much quicker than you. There's a hot tub and a roof garden on the roof, of course!"
Free kitchens, Damian thought. Free water. Free bathing. Gardens? Did she say gardens? "You mean, with plants?"
"Hahaha, of course, silly! What did you think grew in gardens?"
Damian shrugged. "Nothing."
Somehow her metallic expression became sympathetic, though he saw it as pitying. "You've lived in some rough spots, huh?"
"I didn't know there were other ways to live."
"That's going to change for you, and if you choose to stay here, you can help change that for others! HALT! This is you!"
Damian nearly ran into her outstretched arm. The gynoid was pointing at another double set of wooden doors, each adorned with a small plaque. One read Damian Jabez, and looked exceedingly new. The other simply stated Gray.
"We were all wondering if shi was ever going to get a room mate," the gynoid whispered conspiratorially. "Like, a permanent one."
"Why?"
She shrugged. "Beats me. I never even got offered." She reached out and rapped her delicate armored knuckles against the door, loud enough that Damian was surprised she didn't take chips out of the wood. "I'm just doing this out of propriety. You won't need to knock, because you live here now!"
"Great," Damian winced, bracing himself for what strange apparition might dwell behind that door. Just Gray? What sort of name is that? Is it another robot? Automaton? Soulbound? Spiritkin? Ghoul? Something worse?!
The door marked Gray opened, revealing... well, Damian wasn't exactly sure what he was looking at. The figure was feminine, that much he knew. Damian placed his age somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one, and by all accounts he was just as preoccupied with intercourse as any other regular human. He could identify a feminine figure at a hundred yards with the merest glance, though that was usually his cue to head the opposite direction.
Firstly, the figure wasn't gray, but pink. Bright pink. Ferociously, violently pink, with a liquid gleam that even the chrome-like gynoid couldn't match.
Secondly, the figure was slightly translucent; Damian could make out the potted plant in the corridor beyond through what appeared to be an arm and shoulder.
Thirdly, the figure was naked.
"Gray!" the gynoid greeted loudly.
"Cheryl!" the pink entity responded, also in a distinctly feminine voice. Shi had a face, though its exact features were difficult to make out due to hir lustre and transparency. Gleaming pink hair tumbled down hir back, and that seemed to be nearly opaque. Shi was taller than Damian, taller even than the gynoid, which put hir exceedingly large but somewhat vague breasts right at the human's eye level. "Who is this?"
"This... is Damian!" Cheryl said grandly. "The Librarian got you a room mate!"
Cheryl gasped, though shi lacked any apparent lungs or vocal chords. "Really?!" Shi turned to face Damian fully, extending a hand in greetings. "Hi there! What's wrong with you?"
"Gray! You can't just ask someone that!"
"I'm saving time! Something needs to be wrong with him, if he's living with me!"
"Maybe something's really right with him! Did you ever consider that?"
"No!" Gray laughed, hir entire body bouncing with liquid ease. "Are you going to shake my hand?"
Cheryl coughed, a hint of static lurking on the edge of that sound. "Don't mind hir, shi's very blunt. Never got the hang of small talk."
"I'm excellent at small talk!"
"And shi also doesn't always get that clothes are a thing."
Gray stiffened, quite literally. Even the ripples in hir hair froze solid. Damian's eyes bulged when Gray's outline shifted, blurred, and changed. Clothes seemed to extrude from the middle of hir mass, composed of the same vibrantly pink substance as hir body. Soon shi was a translucent feminine figure wearing a long, shimmering sun dark pink dress and what appeared to be pink-and-purple striped socks.
"Better?"
"Uhm..." Damian said slowly. His free hand extended, taking hirs gingerly. Shi squeezed with surprisingly solid force, as though shi were made of warm, slick, dense rubber. "Hi. I'm-"
"Damian, I know! I heard Poly put your name on the door! Come on in! Look at me, leaving you standing in the corridor. Get in here!"
Cheryl waved. "Have fun, you two!"
Damian followed Gray into the enormous dorm room, which was a mansion as far as he was concerned. He examined his palm, excepting it to be damp from hir strange composition, but it was perfectly dry. The door clicked shut behind him, and he realized he was all alone with hir.
"So!" Gray said, a huge smile rippling hir face. "Do you want the empty room at the end of the hall, or are we sharing?"
. . . . .
It would take me way too long to explain the setting to you, but I tried to allude to a few things in this here introduction. I also couldn't organically get into Gray's backstory here in prose very easily, so I just decided to leave it to the end here. Consider this Appendix A.
Gray (formerly just Gigi, and nearly a bunch of other names due to Twitter poll) is my first googrrl OC. Long story short, shi is an entirely solitary monophyletic evolutionary branch of protist that was discovered in the depths of a prehistoric fission/fusion reactor. A sample was removed and returned to a laboratory, and before long it was clear that the sample was not only intelligent, but trying to communicate with the researchers. In time, the sample, nicknamed Gray, grew into a sizeable mass. After its first in-person meeting with one of the researchers (it had been kept in confinement thus far), the sample adopted the bilaterally symmetrical, bipedal shape that was mostly recognizable as human. As more interpersonal time was spent with the sample, it developed rudimentary speech and auditory sensory organs tuned to human speech frequencies.
By the end of its first year, it declared its wish for freedom on the premise that it was sentient, self-determined, and very bored.
How shi ended up at the Library, why shi can't keep room mates, and why Damian was assigned to hir, is a story for another day (hopefully!)
Dissident Love: The Patreon
Posted 8 years agowww.patreon.com/dissidentloveLadies and gentlemen and the whole whacky gender rainbow that connects them, we are live!
I've been at this for almost nine years, and I think it's about time I tried to finally make a go of doing this for a living. Every time something 'interesting' happens at my office, every time I need to pull money from one account to pay a bill in another, every time something in my house breaks and I just have to tell myself I'm going to live without it from now on... every time I wake up and wonder if this is really what my life was supposed to be, it just hardens my resolve to become a professional writer.
If you feel you've ever enjoyed any of my stories, if you feel you've ever gotten good value from my page, then I urge you to help support your friendly neighborhood authors. I'm still holding out to be the first hyper furry mainstream author on Amazon, and in a few months, after I've tested the waters and consulted with my readers, my first published eBook complication will be ready for sale. (Speaking of which, if anyone feels like they know an artist who'd love to do a high-quality book cover, please let me know!)
Transitioning slowly to Patreon, I will be working more with serialized fiction, published in weekly chunks of 3000-5000 words. This will actually be a marked increase in my output (hee hee), as I find working on smaller chunks easier. When something gets as large as Odella (hee hee), and there's so much already written, and so far to go, I find myself daunted to the point of catatonia. But no more!
I will also be publishing for my Patreonians the short scenes I am always coming up with, ranging from G-rated little scenarios that tickle my fancy to the XXX-rated snippets that I don't have the energy to turn into a full story yet.
Thank you for making it this far, Dear Reader.
I truly am made of love.
Author's Note: The launch story, La Curandera IV: The Last Crusade, is only three pages shy of being as long as Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. If that doesn't convince you to toss a twoonie my way, then I don't know what will.
Dissident Love Is Growing... The Brand!
Posted 8 years agoGood afternoon, World of FurAffinity!
I started posting this on SoFurry, because I've spent the least time there as a fan and patron, but it just wouldn't be right for me not to include you, Constant Furry Readers, in my quest.
And so after seven years, more than fifty stories and more than a million words, I've decided to take my hobby to the next level.
Fear not! I will still be uploading to FA, to SF, to Weasyl, and I will still do my best to draw as much attention to myself as possible. *Cindy grabs a sandwich board and heads out to the nearest highway* Like I said... as much as possible.
However, I will also be launching a Patreon page. I can't keep up with even half as much writing as people want from me if I'm not actually finding some way to compensate myself. Yes, to head off the first question, I AM doing it for the love. I love my characters, I love my stories, and I love to write. I also love my friends, I love my family, and I love doing things with them, and Patreon will enable me to do more things, with more people, and allow me the freedom to write guilt-free when I do have downtime.
Patreoners will get early access to my stories. They will get access to my stories in WHATEVER format they want. They will get special one-off scenes for when I feel like just doing two pages of silliness to get a concept out of my head. They will get special alerts, such as when my Kindle e-book compilations go live (and each e-book will feature an 'e-book only' story!) They will help me figure out which story to do next, and give real-time advice as I dive into the world of serialized fiction.
The Patreon Page will go live in March and will include the early release of 'Odella IV: The Last Crusade', an early preview of the story 'Crushed', and an early preview of 'Princess Kimmi and the Temple of Bloom'. Tiers and rewards and whatnot will be sorted out once people are properly offering suggestions, and we will figure out which serial people most want to see.
And lastly...
Thank you, to all of the readers who have enjoyed my stories, favorited my stories, and ESPECIALLY commented on my stories. You are the reason I've kept doing this when I've had every reason to quit. It's been a rough few years, and I'm finally at the point in my life where writing for a living is seeming like a real possibility.
This is the first step on that path, and I couldn't have done it without you.
Cheers,
Dissident Love
I started posting this on SoFurry, because I've spent the least time there as a fan and patron, but it just wouldn't be right for me not to include you, Constant Furry Readers, in my quest.
And so after seven years, more than fifty stories and more than a million words, I've decided to take my hobby to the next level.
Fear not! I will still be uploading to FA, to SF, to Weasyl, and I will still do my best to draw as much attention to myself as possible. *Cindy grabs a sandwich board and heads out to the nearest highway* Like I said... as much as possible.
However, I will also be launching a Patreon page. I can't keep up with even half as much writing as people want from me if I'm not actually finding some way to compensate myself. Yes, to head off the first question, I AM doing it for the love. I love my characters, I love my stories, and I love to write. I also love my friends, I love my family, and I love doing things with them, and Patreon will enable me to do more things, with more people, and allow me the freedom to write guilt-free when I do have downtime.
Patreoners will get early access to my stories. They will get access to my stories in WHATEVER format they want. They will get special one-off scenes for when I feel like just doing two pages of silliness to get a concept out of my head. They will get special alerts, such as when my Kindle e-book compilations go live (and each e-book will feature an 'e-book only' story!) They will help me figure out which story to do next, and give real-time advice as I dive into the world of serialized fiction.
The Patreon Page will go live in March and will include the early release of 'Odella IV: The Last Crusade', an early preview of the story 'Crushed', and an early preview of 'Princess Kimmi and the Temple of Bloom'. Tiers and rewards and whatnot will be sorted out once people are properly offering suggestions, and we will figure out which serial people most want to see.
And lastly...
Thank you, to all of the readers who have enjoyed my stories, favorited my stories, and ESPECIALLY commented on my stories. You are the reason I've kept doing this when I've had every reason to quit. It's been a rough few years, and I'm finally at the point in my life where writing for a living is seeming like a real possibility.
This is the first step on that path, and I couldn't have done it without you.
Cheers,
Dissident Love
Kindle Collection, New Stories, And More!
Posted 8 years agoI really did mean to journal more around here, if only to remind people that I still exist. I'M MISTER DISSIDENT, LOOK AT ME! I will try and journal once a month for 2017, and if it seems like I have more to say I may try to journal even more than that. For now, though, I suppose I just have a few things to get out there.
First off, the next two stories to come out are going to be Kimmi and the Temple of Bloom, and La Curandera IV: Crusade. Neither of those are my more popular stories, if only because they have historically had the least sex (which is to say, essentially zero), but I still think they are exciting and erotic even when my plucky heroines aren't facing down supernatural threats and mind-controlled zealots. However, I need to get those out of my head so I can focus. I am also halfway through the next Avvy tale (part 2 of 3, based on what I have planned for hir), but at the moment there's only two people cheering for that one.
Focus on what, you ask? Well, I will shortly be releasing my first Kindle Collection! That's right, I am busting into the world of Amazon E-books, and the first collection to be published is going to be five male/male stories that you may have seen on here (though they will be cleaned up and revised), and one original story that is only going to be available in the e-Book. The story is called Crushed, and will involve TF, TG, hyper and all sorts of wacky quasi-magical hijinx.
IMPORTANT QUESTION: Does anyone have any recommendations for an artist for e-book cover art?
After that, I plan to issue Amber's collected works as a collection, and Myles's works as a collection. They will also be cleaned up and revised, and will have some short e-book exclusives in them as well.
What's next for 2017? I am working on what may be some fun episodic stories with
JamesFoxes, my long-time collaborator. I have way too many ideas floating around for stories, and it's REALLY proving to be difficult to focus on ONE for any length of time (I'm sure most of you are sick of that being my signature style), but I am writing a lot more this month than I have in a long, long time. I am cautiously optimistic.
I would also like to take this moment to send my sincerest condolences and heartfelt support for my American neighbors to the south. This is going to be... interesting times, in the most proverbial way imaginable. Chin down, hands up, and don't stop swinging.
<3
First off, the next two stories to come out are going to be Kimmi and the Temple of Bloom, and La Curandera IV: Crusade. Neither of those are my more popular stories, if only because they have historically had the least sex (which is to say, essentially zero), but I still think they are exciting and erotic even when my plucky heroines aren't facing down supernatural threats and mind-controlled zealots. However, I need to get those out of my head so I can focus. I am also halfway through the next Avvy tale (part 2 of 3, based on what I have planned for hir), but at the moment there's only two people cheering for that one.
Focus on what, you ask? Well, I will shortly be releasing my first Kindle Collection! That's right, I am busting into the world of Amazon E-books, and the first collection to be published is going to be five male/male stories that you may have seen on here (though they will be cleaned up and revised), and one original story that is only going to be available in the e-Book. The story is called Crushed, and will involve TF, TG, hyper and all sorts of wacky quasi-magical hijinx.
IMPORTANT QUESTION: Does anyone have any recommendations for an artist for e-book cover art?
After that, I plan to issue Amber's collected works as a collection, and Myles's works as a collection. They will also be cleaned up and revised, and will have some short e-book exclusives in them as well.
What's next for 2017? I am working on what may be some fun episodic stories with
JamesFoxes, my long-time collaborator. I have way too many ideas floating around for stories, and it's REALLY proving to be difficult to focus on ONE for any length of time (I'm sure most of you are sick of that being my signature style), but I am writing a lot more this month than I have in a long, long time. I am cautiously optimistic. I would also like to take this moment to send my sincerest condolences and heartfelt support for my American neighbors to the south. This is going to be... interesting times, in the most proverbial way imaginable. Chin down, hands up, and don't stop swinging.
<3
What Is Love? Baby, Don't Hurt Me...
Posted 9 years ago... or my website... no more...
Bet you're humming that song right now, aren't you?
So I finally remembered what e-mail address I used to sign up here (I apparently have built up a lot of peripheral addresses over the years, mostly to sign up for things I don't want associated with my 'main' addresses, but that's neither here nor there). The shut down hasn't affected me all too much, since I still don't do a LOT of following and I don't post often enough for the few people following ME to really notice.
I've been working overtime almost every week, I finished my spring college courses and my wife completed her diploma (and them immediately started upgrading courses over the summer to start her degree in the fall). There's been a lot of travelling to see friends and family and just have fun. There's been health problems on both sides of the family and a lot of time and effort spent there, and just a lot of... stuff. You know? Stuff. Things. Blah. All my usual excuses.
I am still writing! New Kimmi is half-done, new Odella is quarter-done, and I haven't forgotten the rest of my grrls, but I have to admit that my attention has been focused more on my, er, 'real' writing. I'm still not sure if two of them will be furry or not, but I'm thinking that I might as well write what I enjoy, and gosh darnit, I like writing anthropomorphic critters swordfighting and arguing and throwing fireballs.
And sometimes, falling in love.
I'm exploring the other websites that are out there, since apparently there's a big "ERHMAHGHERD EXODUS" from FurAffinity. I'm not leaving, and I can't imagine ever leaving, but I do want to expand my market saturation (heh heh) a little bit. One question that bugs me, though, is should I consider a new moniker for my less porny writing? I don't want people running across my new works, Googling my name and dropping their monocle into their Capri Suns when they see what I ALSO enjoy.
I have a lot to ponder for the upcoming year, I guess. I just figured I'd throw something out there and see if anyone noticed!
Cheers, eh,
Dissident Love
Bet you're humming that song right now, aren't you?
So I finally remembered what e-mail address I used to sign up here (I apparently have built up a lot of peripheral addresses over the years, mostly to sign up for things I don't want associated with my 'main' addresses, but that's neither here nor there). The shut down hasn't affected me all too much, since I still don't do a LOT of following and I don't post often enough for the few people following ME to really notice.
I've been working overtime almost every week, I finished my spring college courses and my wife completed her diploma (and them immediately started upgrading courses over the summer to start her degree in the fall). There's been a lot of travelling to see friends and family and just have fun. There's been health problems on both sides of the family and a lot of time and effort spent there, and just a lot of... stuff. You know? Stuff. Things. Blah. All my usual excuses.
I am still writing! New Kimmi is half-done, new Odella is quarter-done, and I haven't forgotten the rest of my grrls, but I have to admit that my attention has been focused more on my, er, 'real' writing. I'm still not sure if two of them will be furry or not, but I'm thinking that I might as well write what I enjoy, and gosh darnit, I like writing anthropomorphic critters swordfighting and arguing and throwing fireballs.
And sometimes, falling in love.
I'm exploring the other websites that are out there, since apparently there's a big "ERHMAHGHERD EXODUS" from FurAffinity. I'm not leaving, and I can't imagine ever leaving, but I do want to expand my market saturation (heh heh) a little bit. One question that bugs me, though, is should I consider a new moniker for my less porny writing? I don't want people running across my new works, Googling my name and dropping their monocle into their Capri Suns when they see what I ALSO enjoy.
I have a lot to ponder for the upcoming year, I guess. I just figured I'd throw something out there and see if anyone noticed!
Cheers, eh,
Dissident Love
Not To Be Patreonizing...
Posted 10 years ago... but maybe I do.
I am looking to somehow, in some way, try and earn a little bit from my endeavors here. To make a long story short, it has always been a goal to actually make a living doing something I love, and it's been driven home rather firmly in the past few months that I am actually making a living doing something I hate. I don't imagine even for a minute I can pay RENT writing this sort of thing, but if it could help me pay for the things I'm doing to try and improve my quality of life (for instance, in three weeks I start a 3000-level university writing course that I've been dying to take ever since I moved up here, but it's not exactly cheap, even for Canada). I'm weeks away from self-publishing one book, and hopefully I'll be able to start proper editing a full-length novel this summer, and that also costs dollarydoos.
Patreon (or things like it, I suppose) do seem to enable a lot of artists I admire make a little bit of money. So I suppose I have two questions...
1.) Would anyone actually support a writer going this route?
2.) What are some rewards / reward levels I could offer?
At least regarding the second question, I have SOME suggestions. I was thinking of offering a level which is just a "Support your local author!", one or two bucks a month. Something mad cheap. Maybe at 5 bucks, there could be some naming rights that could be handed out for new characters, or if it's a popular reward at the very least I could lottery off those naming rights. Beyond those two, I'm afraid I'm at a loss... I'm a writer. I can't toss of a short story in ten minutes and send it to people, when even SHORT short stories take me a week. Poetry, maybe, but not actual stories. I can't do Live Streams, since... I'm a fricking writer. Who wants to see THAT? I don't roleplay (that was suggested, so let me shoot that down RIGHT now.)
Please, interwebs! Help me out, even if it's just with ideas! Nothing is too silly! (Except Amber will not arrive gift-wrapped on your doorstep for the $1000 tier. Sorry.)
I am looking to somehow, in some way, try and earn a little bit from my endeavors here. To make a long story short, it has always been a goal to actually make a living doing something I love, and it's been driven home rather firmly in the past few months that I am actually making a living doing something I hate. I don't imagine even for a minute I can pay RENT writing this sort of thing, but if it could help me pay for the things I'm doing to try and improve my quality of life (for instance, in three weeks I start a 3000-level university writing course that I've been dying to take ever since I moved up here, but it's not exactly cheap, even for Canada). I'm weeks away from self-publishing one book, and hopefully I'll be able to start proper editing a full-length novel this summer, and that also costs dollarydoos.
Patreon (or things like it, I suppose) do seem to enable a lot of artists I admire make a little bit of money. So I suppose I have two questions...
1.) Would anyone actually support a writer going this route?
2.) What are some rewards / reward levels I could offer?
At least regarding the second question, I have SOME suggestions. I was thinking of offering a level which is just a "Support your local author!", one or two bucks a month. Something mad cheap. Maybe at 5 bucks, there could be some naming rights that could be handed out for new characters, or if it's a popular reward at the very least I could lottery off those naming rights. Beyond those two, I'm afraid I'm at a loss... I'm a writer. I can't toss of a short story in ten minutes and send it to people, when even SHORT short stories take me a week. Poetry, maybe, but not actual stories. I can't do Live Streams, since... I'm a fricking writer. Who wants to see THAT? I don't roleplay (that was suggested, so let me shoot that down RIGHT now.)
Please, interwebs! Help me out, even if it's just with ideas! Nothing is too silly! (Except Amber will not arrive gift-wrapped on your doorstep for the $1000 tier. Sorry.)
New Amber Story / NaNo Novel
Posted 10 years agoHowdy, y'all!
NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is upon us again. Normally this puts a crimp in my writing, because it's weird for me to switch from fun-to-write naughty stuff (which has been slow since moving into a new house, but the new Amber story really is almost completed! Honest!) However, this year I'm finally embracing the awkward truth that maybe, just maybe, I should be embracing the painfully obvious and just writing something furry and thrilling and fun.
So my NaNovel for this year is going to be an idea I'd originally put together for a serialized story here on FA, but which has grown to full-sized proportions (because nothing I ever do grows in proportion, amirite?) I've also been directed to check out Amazon publishing and Smashwords, both of which seem pretty cool for self-publishing and e-publishing. The story won't be X-rated, and while having polyamorous characters of all three major genders, really won't be an erotic story at all.
I know, I know, you all stopped reading at the end of the last sentence and have gone off to do something more interesting. Sometimes I don't feel like writing fwoompage, OK? I hope we can still be friends.
Anyways, might there be any interest in reading that story when it is finished, even if it cost a small nominal fee? Pirates, mercenaries, immortals, angry forgotten gods, spirits, monsters, actors, action, comedy and mayhem?
...
I'll just finish that Amber story, then we'll talk again. How does that sound?
Happy Hallowe'en, y'all!
NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is upon us again. Normally this puts a crimp in my writing, because it's weird for me to switch from fun-to-write naughty stuff (which has been slow since moving into a new house, but the new Amber story really is almost completed! Honest!) However, this year I'm finally embracing the awkward truth that maybe, just maybe, I should be embracing the painfully obvious and just writing something furry and thrilling and fun.
So my NaNovel for this year is going to be an idea I'd originally put together for a serialized story here on FA, but which has grown to full-sized proportions (because nothing I ever do grows in proportion, amirite?) I've also been directed to check out Amazon publishing and Smashwords, both of which seem pretty cool for self-publishing and e-publishing. The story won't be X-rated, and while having polyamorous characters of all three major genders, really won't be an erotic story at all.
I know, I know, you all stopped reading at the end of the last sentence and have gone off to do something more interesting. Sometimes I don't feel like writing fwoompage, OK? I hope we can still be friends.
Anyways, might there be any interest in reading that story when it is finished, even if it cost a small nominal fee? Pirates, mercenaries, immortals, angry forgotten gods, spirits, monsters, actors, action, comedy and mayhem?
...
I'll just finish that Amber story, then we'll talk again. How does that sound?
Happy Hallowe'en, y'all!
Six-Week Breather / TMI Question Time!
Posted 10 years agoGreetings, y'all!
So, just to get right down to business: due to a VERY full schedule in real life (my final course for my degree, final training for MST, crazy overtime at work and probably several weeks of field survey duty), I am going to be taking a temporary break from my stories and from FA in general. I am always thinking about my stories, but if I'm even the slightest bit preoccupied with writing a new one, everything else tends to fall by the wayside. SO... I'm not going to write a word of my next few stories (Amber, Junk, Kimmi and Mally) until I'm done my final exams in about six weeks. There's just not enough room in my brain for all of that.
However, since I still want to be more active around here in general, I figured I would open this up for asking questions and whatnot. I can check in on this every now and then, so that's not a major problem or a distraction. It doesn't need to be questions about the stories or characters (although it usually is), but whatever you want to know is pretty much all right by me. Heck, maybe I'll even ask questions back, since I don't know much about any of you, either. I just know I recognize a few avatars, and that's about it. I blame the ADHD.
Squirrel!
So, just to get right down to business: due to a VERY full schedule in real life (my final course for my degree, final training for MST, crazy overtime at work and probably several weeks of field survey duty), I am going to be taking a temporary break from my stories and from FA in general. I am always thinking about my stories, but if I'm even the slightest bit preoccupied with writing a new one, everything else tends to fall by the wayside. SO... I'm not going to write a word of my next few stories (Amber, Junk, Kimmi and Mally) until I'm done my final exams in about six weeks. There's just not enough room in my brain for all of that.
However, since I still want to be more active around here in general, I figured I would open this up for asking questions and whatnot. I can check in on this every now and then, so that's not a major problem or a distraction. It doesn't need to be questions about the stories or characters (although it usually is), but whatever you want to know is pretty much all right by me. Heck, maybe I'll even ask questions back, since I don't know much about any of you, either. I just know I recognize a few avatars, and that's about it. I blame the ADHD.
Squirrel!
Upcoming Stories and Commission Artist Halp
Posted 10 years agoIt's that time of year again, when school is off of my plate and
I am briefly, blessedly, blindingly optimistic.
The next Seeds Of Life is moments from being finished (or, like,
you know... about a week). After that, I think I am skipping onto
Amateur Heroics, then back to Amber for a quick interlude before
her end-of-year blowout.
... uhm, that's just an expression.
As for the second part, I am looking for an artist to commission a
piece of art for Amber. A somewhat more explicitly erotic picture than
most people have seen of her so far (and if that goes well, possibly
a picture to accompany Kimmi's next story!) I've been browsing, but
I am apparently only incredibly skilled at finding artists who are
currently not accepting new commission slots. It's a gift, really.
Happy Springtime, everyone!
I am briefly, blessedly, blindingly optimistic.
The next Seeds Of Life is moments from being finished (or, like,
you know... about a week). After that, I think I am skipping onto
Amateur Heroics, then back to Amber for a quick interlude before
her end-of-year blowout.
... uhm, that's just an expression.
As for the second part, I am looking for an artist to commission a
piece of art for Amber. A somewhat more explicitly erotic picture than
most people have seen of her so far (and if that goes well, possibly
a picture to accompany Kimmi's next story!) I've been browsing, but
I am apparently only incredibly skilled at finding artists who are
currently not accepting new commission slots. It's a gift, really.
Happy Springtime, everyone!
Winter Marches On...
Posted 10 years agoFigured I would post another of my infrequent updates. Reading my previous journal made me realize just how much things did not go according to plan over the last month!
Although getting a raise and more vacation time at work, I was still laid off due to 'underutilization', which is a fancy way of saying me they didn't have enough work for me to do. I have pretty OK employment insurance, and we got a big chunk back in taxes because of how much schooling we had in 2014, so we'll be fine for a while, at least until things pick up, but that sort of killed my motivation to do much else.
School is still progressing, but my new laptop died a pretty hilariously stupid death on day 31 of its 28 day no-questions-asked return policy. Fortunately, the people I bought it from were very understanding when I said I just wanted to get the laptop my wife had gotten, which was smaller and faster and cheaper than mine. I love this little thing, and I'm finally getting good at getting my giant badgerpaws to fit on the tiny little keyboard.
Perhaps most positively for me, I had my debut bout, and won with TKO at 1:45 of the very first round. Referee gave my opponent a standing eight-count, and then declared the fight over. I'm actually a little disappointed that I took NO real hits to the face, only a couple body shots. I hardly even got bruised. I am told it's perfectly natural for a lot of fighters to want their next opponent to be a lot tougher, so... that's me! It was a pretty awesome night.
So Amber's Spring Fling is STILL almost done (I know, I know, sorry), but I rewrote the ending. Personally, I'm a lot happier with it now, and I think it comes through in the revisions. I am tired of throwing stories out there that I'm only kind of happy with. What little writing energy I've had has been going into a 'regular' story, one without (many) furs and without hypers and without anything else fun or interesting, but it is a story that I think I can finally see through to the end. I will, of course, completely pimp it out once I get it ready for e-publishing.
Spring has sprung around here, it seems, despite it being Northern Canada. It's sunny and actual birds are actually tweeting outside my window right now. I am bashing out the next major assignment for this semester, and then I'm going to go check out the final night of Winter Games fireworks, and then psych myself up for another week of job hunting.
Cheers and hugs to everyone out there in FA-Land.
DL
Although getting a raise and more vacation time at work, I was still laid off due to 'underutilization', which is a fancy way of saying me they didn't have enough work for me to do. I have pretty OK employment insurance, and we got a big chunk back in taxes because of how much schooling we had in 2014, so we'll be fine for a while, at least until things pick up, but that sort of killed my motivation to do much else.
School is still progressing, but my new laptop died a pretty hilariously stupid death on day 31 of its 28 day no-questions-asked return policy. Fortunately, the people I bought it from were very understanding when I said I just wanted to get the laptop my wife had gotten, which was smaller and faster and cheaper than mine. I love this little thing, and I'm finally getting good at getting my giant badgerpaws to fit on the tiny little keyboard.
Perhaps most positively for me, I had my debut bout, and won with TKO at 1:45 of the very first round. Referee gave my opponent a standing eight-count, and then declared the fight over. I'm actually a little disappointed that I took NO real hits to the face, only a couple body shots. I hardly even got bruised. I am told it's perfectly natural for a lot of fighters to want their next opponent to be a lot tougher, so... that's me! It was a pretty awesome night.
So Amber's Spring Fling is STILL almost done (I know, I know, sorry), but I rewrote the ending. Personally, I'm a lot happier with it now, and I think it comes through in the revisions. I am tired of throwing stories out there that I'm only kind of happy with. What little writing energy I've had has been going into a 'regular' story, one without (many) furs and without hypers and without anything else fun or interesting, but it is a story that I think I can finally see through to the end. I will, of course, completely pimp it out once I get it ready for e-publishing.
Spring has sprung around here, it seems, despite it being Northern Canada. It's sunny and actual birds are actually tweeting outside my window right now. I am bashing out the next major assignment for this semester, and then I'm going to go check out the final night of Winter Games fireworks, and then psych myself up for another week of job hunting.
Cheers and hugs to everyone out there in FA-Land.
DL
Stories And Me: An F-Channel Exclusive!
Posted 11 years agoAfter my last journal got all of two comments, it sort of killed my drive to do anymore, but I guess I have a bi-annual resurgence of interest in these things, so... here I am! It's been a while, and I rarely have much to say, but I suppose I have to keep my feet in the waters of the community somehow (and it's not like I put out stories often enough for that.)
In that spirit, though, and to get it out of the way first: Amber's Spring Fling is almost ready for release. It's been pent up for far too long, stopping and starting in fits and surges, but I'm just about at the climax and ready to unleash on all of my unsuspecting readers!
... is it just me, or was there some multiple entendre in that paragraph? Eh, whatever.
It's a new year, and I'm trying to settle into a new routine. I am in my FINAL semester for my Bachelor's degree, only two courses to go. I have a brand new laptop I got with my final client payout from my side job (which has now officially closed shop for good), and even though it's an HP running Windows 8 I am hoping it will give me a little bit more freedom and flexibility to write. My debut amateur fight is one month away, so most of my energy right now is focused on eating (or not eating) and training, but when I'm exhausted and curled up in the ol' La-Z-Boy my urge to write is still there, so bit by bit I'm hammering out the final parts of the latest story. I got a raise at work, AND more vacation time, so although we're still on four-day work-weeks due to the economic slowdown, I'm still doing OK on the career front.
Basically, this is the first year in the last fifteen or sixteen that hasn't started off with me looking down the barrel of depression and bankruptcy. It's a new experience. I'm hoping it lasts.
Due to popular demand (which is to say, one person), I'll probably be working on Seeds Of Life next, as it ended on a bit of a cliffhanger. The next chapter of Amateur Heroics is almost done. I'm 1/3 of the way through the next Odella story. That said, I also want to get the next two Amber stories done quickly, so I can fast-forward that universe (and a few others) into a more cohesive adult storyline. Her next two tales are a lot shorter (in some ways), so that shouldn't be too much of a stretch (darn you, entendres!) And after that...? I dunno. We'll see where the fates take me.
So I guess that's it for me. I've been pondering a new Meet & Greet, though we might have to rent out a stadium for this one... my living room definitely isn't big enough anymore to hold all my characters, or at least just the democratically-appointed representatives from each story. I make a lot of promises in these journals, promises I can NEVER seem to keep, so I'll just throw it out there that "I'll try", especially if I know there's any interest. I got a bunch of Favs and Watches from some people posting up stuff related to me (thanks to Brei, James, other James, other OTHER James, and a couple others!) and it would be cool to hear from new voices!
Cheers,
Dissident "Frozen North" Love
In that spirit, though, and to get it out of the way first: Amber's Spring Fling is almost ready for release. It's been pent up for far too long, stopping and starting in fits and surges, but I'm just about at the climax and ready to unleash on all of my unsuspecting readers!
... is it just me, or was there some multiple entendre in that paragraph? Eh, whatever.
It's a new year, and I'm trying to settle into a new routine. I am in my FINAL semester for my Bachelor's degree, only two courses to go. I have a brand new laptop I got with my final client payout from my side job (which has now officially closed shop for good), and even though it's an HP running Windows 8 I am hoping it will give me a little bit more freedom and flexibility to write. My debut amateur fight is one month away, so most of my energy right now is focused on eating (or not eating) and training, but when I'm exhausted and curled up in the ol' La-Z-Boy my urge to write is still there, so bit by bit I'm hammering out the final parts of the latest story. I got a raise at work, AND more vacation time, so although we're still on four-day work-weeks due to the economic slowdown, I'm still doing OK on the career front.
Basically, this is the first year in the last fifteen or sixteen that hasn't started off with me looking down the barrel of depression and bankruptcy. It's a new experience. I'm hoping it lasts.
Due to popular demand (which is to say, one person), I'll probably be working on Seeds Of Life next, as it ended on a bit of a cliffhanger. The next chapter of Amateur Heroics is almost done. I'm 1/3 of the way through the next Odella story. That said, I also want to get the next two Amber stories done quickly, so I can fast-forward that universe (and a few others) into a more cohesive adult storyline. Her next two tales are a lot shorter (in some ways), so that shouldn't be too much of a stretch (darn you, entendres!) And after that...? I dunno. We'll see where the fates take me.
So I guess that's it for me. I've been pondering a new Meet & Greet, though we might have to rent out a stadium for this one... my living room definitely isn't big enough anymore to hold all my characters, or at least just the democratically-appointed representatives from each story. I make a lot of promises in these journals, promises I can NEVER seem to keep, so I'll just throw it out there that "I'll try", especially if I know there's any interest. I got a bunch of Favs and Watches from some people posting up stuff related to me (thanks to Brei, James, other James, other OTHER James, and a couple others!) and it would be cool to hear from new voices!
Cheers,
Dissident "Frozen North" Love
Journalling: Doing It... Should I?
Posted 11 years agoSo, all day at my generally-boring desk job, all evening while I'm being domestic, all night while I'm vainly trying to get my friggin' brain to just shut off and let me sleep... at all hours of all days, I can think of things to write about. Blessing / curse, whatever. Very much on the ADHD / Aspie / Assymetrical Learning Disorder spectrum, to the point where I've actually had doctors tell me I'm "really doing quite well, considering". I am constantly living in other worlds, living other characters.
I can also come up with a thousand things to write about on my FA journal.
Until I actually click on the "Write New Journal" link.
THEN... I can't remember a damn one.
So, I'm going to just start babbling, and hope something comes out that can be mistaken for deep, philosophical, insightful, meta, humorous, or just plain batshit loco enough to get a rise out of whoever reads these things.
I'm working on Kimmi, Junk and Odella pretty much at the same time right now, because I need something to bounce around to. There will be more coming, from everyone else, but right now these are the plotlines demanding my immediate attention. I know I have to get back to the more popular characters, as indicated by the fact that last month I somehow passed 20,000 pageviews. By all accounts, that's a damn ACHIEVEMENT for a writer, so I absolutely want to thank everyone for it.
With that in mind, to celebrate, should I do another Meet & Greet? Previous ones have been tepid, but I've gotten a lot more out there, added and developed some more characters and gotten a lot more Watchers since the last one. Who knows? Might get some new questions!
Lately, I'm feeling more and more like a grownup. The horror, I know. My job is almost a career now. My education is finally being educational. I've paid off my credit cards, my student loans, we bought a second car, and we're actually making enough money that when something breaks, WE CAN JUST BUY A NEW ONE. This is absolutely unheard of, for us, and on a deep, fundamental level it still feels wrong. Right now, if I wanted to, I could go out and buy a new toaster, one with more functions and maybe a clock in it.... and I wouldn't get in trouble. It's like I'm living in crazy world.
...
Man, I suck at journals. I need to keep notes on what topics to write about.
When I'm feeling down, these two videos never, ever... EVER fail to make me smile.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FjwAc6fMfU
and
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSq.....amp;feature=kp
I can also come up with a thousand things to write about on my FA journal.
Until I actually click on the "Write New Journal" link.
THEN... I can't remember a damn one.
So, I'm going to just start babbling, and hope something comes out that can be mistaken for deep, philosophical, insightful, meta, humorous, or just plain batshit loco enough to get a rise out of whoever reads these things.
I'm working on Kimmi, Junk and Odella pretty much at the same time right now, because I need something to bounce around to. There will be more coming, from everyone else, but right now these are the plotlines demanding my immediate attention. I know I have to get back to the more popular characters, as indicated by the fact that last month I somehow passed 20,000 pageviews. By all accounts, that's a damn ACHIEVEMENT for a writer, so I absolutely want to thank everyone for it.
With that in mind, to celebrate, should I do another Meet & Greet? Previous ones have been tepid, but I've gotten a lot more out there, added and developed some more characters and gotten a lot more Watchers since the last one. Who knows? Might get some new questions!
Lately, I'm feeling more and more like a grownup. The horror, I know. My job is almost a career now. My education is finally being educational. I've paid off my credit cards, my student loans, we bought a second car, and we're actually making enough money that when something breaks, WE CAN JUST BUY A NEW ONE. This is absolutely unheard of, for us, and on a deep, fundamental level it still feels wrong. Right now, if I wanted to, I could go out and buy a new toaster, one with more functions and maybe a clock in it.... and I wouldn't get in trouble. It's like I'm living in crazy world.
...
Man, I suck at journals. I need to keep notes on what topics to write about.
When I'm feeling down, these two videos never, ever... EVER fail to make me smile.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FjwAc6fMfU
and
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSq.....amp;feature=kp
Amber Wants To Talk To You...
Posted 11 years ago... or more specifically, Amber wants you to talk to her.
Amber O'Malley, star of some terrible naughty hyper-herm stories, is interested in what her fans think, and is now soliciting questions. These questions will be selected and used in an upcoming story, for reasons which will be made clear when the story comes out. All people whose questions are used will be named, and thanked, by Amber herself.
And just in case it's of any particular interest, yes, I'm back... ish. Finished my final commission, more or less, except for the editing and perhaps some last-minute fat-lady singing. Catching up on my schoolwork. Plotting is coming along nicely for certain parts of my real-life novels, and with all of the driving I've been doing in the last few weeks I've finished plotting several more stories for here on FA. Myles, Amber, Odella, several Kimmis, several Junks, several Seeds Of Life, and... I honestly don't know if I want to turn my steampunk story into a fur story, but it might end up that way just because it's a little too strange for anywhere else.
Peace and love...
Dissident
Amber O'Malley, star of some terrible naughty hyper-herm stories, is interested in what her fans think, and is now soliciting questions. These questions will be selected and used in an upcoming story, for reasons which will be made clear when the story comes out. All people whose questions are used will be named, and thanked, by Amber herself.
And just in case it's of any particular interest, yes, I'm back... ish. Finished my final commission, more or less, except for the editing and perhaps some last-minute fat-lady singing. Catching up on my schoolwork. Plotting is coming along nicely for certain parts of my real-life novels, and with all of the driving I've been doing in the last few weeks I've finished plotting several more stories for here on FA. Myles, Amber, Odella, several Kimmis, several Junks, several Seeds Of Life, and... I honestly don't know if I want to turn my steampunk story into a fur story, but it might end up that way just because it's a little too strange for anywhere else.
Peace and love...
Dissident
Going On Hiatus...
Posted 11 years agoOoooh, he used an ellipsis. This can't be good...
First of all, let me just say that all existing commissions are still coming out.
1. SwiftJames
2. Velemi
3. Drahor
4. Art-Act (in negotiations)
So no worries there.
Recently (pretty much since the middle of November) my office has been in a state of weird seasonal flux. Work slowed to a trickle, and I was essentially being paid to spin in my chair. Sweet gig, right? Yeah, not exactly. By mid-December, hourly reductions and layoffs were being talked about, but management said that as our branch was the only office to have beat the annual economic predictors, we were able to keep everyone on, because when work DOES pick up again, we will have a hard time re-hiring everyone we laid off.
And then in January, the layoffs started, since the big jobs that were supposed to come in failed to do so. I've been walking in to work since December, and ESPECIALLY since January 4th, expecting that I was going to be the one getting laid off. Half my department was. Several project managers. One of the division managers. And our branch got off light.
Now I know, a lot of people have had job woes, and mine don't seem that bad, but I just sold everything I own, including a house I loved which I lost about $25,000 on, and moved 10 hours north (in Canada, that's a lot) in order to pull off this job, and a chance at, FINALLY, in my mid thirties, an actual career. I've been struggling for the last five years or so just to stay afloat. Consider that the best job I've had in that time was selling hot dogs. This big move up North was pretty much "it". I have almost no savings, no capital, no equity... just a townhouse I'm locked into for six more months and a van on its last legs.
And last week, I get called into the Division Manager's office, and my department manager (direct boss) is already in there. They say that there's a lot of worry and confusion over the layoffs, especially since the guy who TRAINED me got laid off the week before (and he very conspicuously said goodbye to everyine in the department, except me, on his last day). I figure, OK, I'm boned...
... and they proceed to explain why they kept me, why I'm a good fit for the office, why I've got a future there, and why I'm going to start project manager mentoring to replace one of the guys that got laid off. I basically survived a crushing economic slowdown with a promotion. Some of it (as my wife is happy to point out) was probably because my salary is relatively low, but a lot of it was because of my extensive training in pretty much every engineering field imaginable, my near-completion of my bachelor's degree in technology management, and my personality (specifically, they've never had any designers who looked happy to come to work).
Since then, my workload has skyrocketed. I finished one semester of my degree and started yet another. I'm trying to get my own business off the ground. My wife has finished her upgrades and is now also going to college. We have a five year plan, and we're sticking to it.
Blah blah blah, I know, personal life crap, everyone has it.
GETTING TO THE IMPORTANT PART...
... I am also going to finish my first published novel in this time. I've got an expression of interest, and I really need to see this through.
My depression over the last season really screwed with my ability to work on commissions (sorry, Swift!) but I've been making a lot of progress lately now that I actually feel secure in my job for the first time since working at the Hasty Market in '98. Drahor and Velemi's stories are much shorter and simpler, and I've got them more or less sketched out. Art-Act might get one, things need to be discussed, but I always like my art trades.
After that... after that, I might be putting Dissident Love on hold for a little while, and just address the things in real life that need my attention.
Yes, Amber and Myles and Kimmi and all them will return, but I'm going to work on them in my spare time, when I need a break from writing 'straight' fiction. I'm going to write them, and then when I'm done I'm going to hold onto them, and proof-read them, and get them right. The way I see them in my head, not the way that 'desperate for attention and approval' DL lets you see them. He's kind of a needy jerk, ya know?
So... yeah, that's about it. It's not like it's a huge change in my production rate anyways, but I figured I should let people know.
Cheers.
First of all, let me just say that all existing commissions are still coming out.
1. SwiftJames
2. Velemi
3. Drahor
4. Art-Act (in negotiations)
So no worries there.
Recently (pretty much since the middle of November) my office has been in a state of weird seasonal flux. Work slowed to a trickle, and I was essentially being paid to spin in my chair. Sweet gig, right? Yeah, not exactly. By mid-December, hourly reductions and layoffs were being talked about, but management said that as our branch was the only office to have beat the annual economic predictors, we were able to keep everyone on, because when work DOES pick up again, we will have a hard time re-hiring everyone we laid off.
And then in January, the layoffs started, since the big jobs that were supposed to come in failed to do so. I've been walking in to work since December, and ESPECIALLY since January 4th, expecting that I was going to be the one getting laid off. Half my department was. Several project managers. One of the division managers. And our branch got off light.
Now I know, a lot of people have had job woes, and mine don't seem that bad, but I just sold everything I own, including a house I loved which I lost about $25,000 on, and moved 10 hours north (in Canada, that's a lot) in order to pull off this job, and a chance at, FINALLY, in my mid thirties, an actual career. I've been struggling for the last five years or so just to stay afloat. Consider that the best job I've had in that time was selling hot dogs. This big move up North was pretty much "it". I have almost no savings, no capital, no equity... just a townhouse I'm locked into for six more months and a van on its last legs.
And last week, I get called into the Division Manager's office, and my department manager (direct boss) is already in there. They say that there's a lot of worry and confusion over the layoffs, especially since the guy who TRAINED me got laid off the week before (and he very conspicuously said goodbye to everyine in the department, except me, on his last day). I figure, OK, I'm boned...
... and they proceed to explain why they kept me, why I'm a good fit for the office, why I've got a future there, and why I'm going to start project manager mentoring to replace one of the guys that got laid off. I basically survived a crushing economic slowdown with a promotion. Some of it (as my wife is happy to point out) was probably because my salary is relatively low, but a lot of it was because of my extensive training in pretty much every engineering field imaginable, my near-completion of my bachelor's degree in technology management, and my personality (specifically, they've never had any designers who looked happy to come to work).
Since then, my workload has skyrocketed. I finished one semester of my degree and started yet another. I'm trying to get my own business off the ground. My wife has finished her upgrades and is now also going to college. We have a five year plan, and we're sticking to it.
Blah blah blah, I know, personal life crap, everyone has it.
GETTING TO THE IMPORTANT PART...
... I am also going to finish my first published novel in this time. I've got an expression of interest, and I really need to see this through.
My depression over the last season really screwed with my ability to work on commissions (sorry, Swift!) but I've been making a lot of progress lately now that I actually feel secure in my job for the first time since working at the Hasty Market in '98. Drahor and Velemi's stories are much shorter and simpler, and I've got them more or less sketched out. Art-Act might get one, things need to be discussed, but I always like my art trades.
After that... after that, I might be putting Dissident Love on hold for a little while, and just address the things in real life that need my attention.
Yes, Amber and Myles and Kimmi and all them will return, but I'm going to work on them in my spare time, when I need a break from writing 'straight' fiction. I'm going to write them, and then when I'm done I'm going to hold onto them, and proof-read them, and get them right. The way I see them in my head, not the way that 'desperate for attention and approval' DL lets you see them. He's kind of a needy jerk, ya know?
So... yeah, that's about it. It's not like it's a huge change in my production rate anyways, but I figured I should let people know.
Cheers.
Of Tails And Fwoompings And Self-Determination...
Posted 12 years agoSo, I think I’ve reached a peculiar point with my writing.
I have always gone by the guiding ideal of “Be the change you want to see in the world”... in this case, writing all the wriggling, cute, romantic, helpless herm-on-male butt-fwoomping stories I’ve always wanted to read, but hardly ever been able to find. Seriously, in ten years, I’ve found maybe... eight stories like that? Eight sounds about right. Eight is good.
I’ve written it so many times, though, that it’s actually starting to get a little... tiresome. There are only so many ways I can write what is essentially the exact same scene, over and over. Nowadays, when I write it too quick-and-dirty, the brevity upsets me (the newest story, Demon Love). When I spend too much time writing it, as in some of the more notorious Amber stories, I feel like I’m just wanking my proverbial prose-stick, and irritating my readers needlessly.
It’s like drawing hands. HANDS ARE SO HARD TO DRAW, because not only are they intricately complex, but EVERYONE is intimately aware of what hands look like, and can point out when they don’t look perfect. No-one is more aware of that than the artist. A lot of people look at my stories, and they are pleased and impressed, sure, but all I see are the imperfections, and they’re almost always with the sex scenes. I can see in my mind EVERY little tiny erotic detail, and I can never really do what I see in my mind justice.
And even when I get it close, it’s still the same thing. Boy meets herm. Herm tries to overcome hir baser instincts. Herm fails, and horribly abuses a tailhole that was never meant to endure such catastrophic, but loving, attentions. There’s some peripheral property damage, and everyone lives happily ever after.
Alexthedragon is right, I do need to branch out more. See, I really do like more than that. As has been mentioned before, I am a straight, happily married male. I love male/female stuff, and I absolutely adore herm/female stuff, but I see so much of it out there already I never really felt the urge to throw my hat in the ring.
When I do, though... it goes very well. The Slumber Party, Child Of The City, Amber & Jade, Kimmi’s third-base dalliances with hir housemaidens, most of the relations in Seeds Of Life... these are quite popular, probably my most-liked stories.
Amber needs to get out more. Loreli is also fairly pansexual and coming into hir own self-confident adulthood. Kimmi doesn’t know WHAT shi likes. The odds are good Mally won’t be doing that to Marshall anytime soon (at least explicitly... I have a HUGE list of other stuff they’re going to do).
As for my other stories, the more plot-oriented ones... I'm a little undecided as to what to do there. They get very lukewarm response here, and they take a lot more effort than my other stories. Really, I could write Amber all day and never get sick of her, but Odella and Kimmi and Jasmine? They take a little more planning (and could use a little more, I always rush a bit when I get close to the end). I might start devoting my time a little bit more to my more serious, non-furry stories.
But don't worry. My sexy outlet characters: Mally, Amber, Loreli, Myles... they will always be here, and I have lots of plans for them. They aren't going anywhere.
...
Happy Thanksgiving to all the Yanks down there!
I have always gone by the guiding ideal of “Be the change you want to see in the world”... in this case, writing all the wriggling, cute, romantic, helpless herm-on-male butt-fwoomping stories I’ve always wanted to read, but hardly ever been able to find. Seriously, in ten years, I’ve found maybe... eight stories like that? Eight sounds about right. Eight is good.
I’ve written it so many times, though, that it’s actually starting to get a little... tiresome. There are only so many ways I can write what is essentially the exact same scene, over and over. Nowadays, when I write it too quick-and-dirty, the brevity upsets me (the newest story, Demon Love). When I spend too much time writing it, as in some of the more notorious Amber stories, I feel like I’m just wanking my proverbial prose-stick, and irritating my readers needlessly.
It’s like drawing hands. HANDS ARE SO HARD TO DRAW, because not only are they intricately complex, but EVERYONE is intimately aware of what hands look like, and can point out when they don’t look perfect. No-one is more aware of that than the artist. A lot of people look at my stories, and they are pleased and impressed, sure, but all I see are the imperfections, and they’re almost always with the sex scenes. I can see in my mind EVERY little tiny erotic detail, and I can never really do what I see in my mind justice.
And even when I get it close, it’s still the same thing. Boy meets herm. Herm tries to overcome hir baser instincts. Herm fails, and horribly abuses a tailhole that was never meant to endure such catastrophic, but loving, attentions. There’s some peripheral property damage, and everyone lives happily ever after.
Alexthedragon is right, I do need to branch out more. See, I really do like more than that. As has been mentioned before, I am a straight, happily married male. I love male/female stuff, and I absolutely adore herm/female stuff, but I see so much of it out there already I never really felt the urge to throw my hat in the ring.
When I do, though... it goes very well. The Slumber Party, Child Of The City, Amber & Jade, Kimmi’s third-base dalliances with hir housemaidens, most of the relations in Seeds Of Life... these are quite popular, probably my most-liked stories.
Amber needs to get out more. Loreli is also fairly pansexual and coming into hir own self-confident adulthood. Kimmi doesn’t know WHAT shi likes. The odds are good Mally won’t be doing that to Marshall anytime soon (at least explicitly... I have a HUGE list of other stuff they’re going to do).
As for my other stories, the more plot-oriented ones... I'm a little undecided as to what to do there. They get very lukewarm response here, and they take a lot more effort than my other stories. Really, I could write Amber all day and never get sick of her, but Odella and Kimmi and Jasmine? They take a little more planning (and could use a little more, I always rush a bit when I get close to the end). I might start devoting my time a little bit more to my more serious, non-furry stories.
But don't worry. My sexy outlet characters: Mally, Amber, Loreli, Myles... they will always be here, and I have lots of plans for them. They aren't going anywhere.
...
Happy Thanksgiving to all the Yanks down there!
Update & Commission Hunting
Posted 12 years agoOk, so the art-trade didn't work... I will try a different tactic.
I AM WILLING TO PAY CASH FOR ART.
There, that should clear up any confusion! :D There are now two pictures I am interested in getting done, each with two characters. I don't have the hours to sort through the hundreds of awesome artists on here and wait days for a reply from them in turn just for the possibility of maybe getting slotted in sometime in 2014, so I will try and solicit, or see if anyone has any suggestions for artists with good turnaround times who can handle clothed hypers of any gender. Yes, clothed. I'm wierd that way.
- - - - -
In other news, I am still working towards my degree, I am still working full time, I am still trying to sell my house, AND I just had another birthday, so I am reminded once more than I'm mad crazy nasty old and should probably make something of my life. Maybe that's why I've been writing more? Who knows. I've had a lot of free time at work lately, kind of a lull between major projects, so it's given me a lot of room to write. Already half done the next installment of Amateur Heroics, and I'm really enjoying it. It's a sexy story, while not being overly ABOUT SEX, so I know it will be among my least popular tales, but it's still fun to write.
And after that... it's the next Penny story, so certain people will stop hounding me ;) And then it may be finally Demon Love. After that, it will be either the next Amber or Myles story. I guess that all depends on which picture I can get drawn.
Cheers, and thanks for your support! Everytime I get a new watcher or a comment or a fav, I am reminded that even though I'm writing the stories for myself, I'm also writing them because other people feel the same way I do. It's nice to know that I'm not alone out here.
I AM WILLING TO PAY CASH FOR ART.
There, that should clear up any confusion! :D There are now two pictures I am interested in getting done, each with two characters. I don't have the hours to sort through the hundreds of awesome artists on here and wait days for a reply from them in turn just for the possibility of maybe getting slotted in sometime in 2014, so I will try and solicit, or see if anyone has any suggestions for artists with good turnaround times who can handle clothed hypers of any gender. Yes, clothed. I'm wierd that way.
- - - - -
In other news, I am still working towards my degree, I am still working full time, I am still trying to sell my house, AND I just had another birthday, so I am reminded once more than I'm mad crazy nasty old and should probably make something of my life. Maybe that's why I've been writing more? Who knows. I've had a lot of free time at work lately, kind of a lull between major projects, so it's given me a lot of room to write. Already half done the next installment of Amateur Heroics, and I'm really enjoying it. It's a sexy story, while not being overly ABOUT SEX, so I know it will be among my least popular tales, but it's still fun to write.
And after that... it's the next Penny story, so certain people will stop hounding me ;) And then it may be finally Demon Love. After that, it will be either the next Amber or Myles story. I guess that all depends on which picture I can get drawn.
Cheers, and thanks for your support! Everytime I get a new watcher or a comment or a fav, I am reminded that even though I'm writing the stories for myself, I'm also writing them because other people feel the same way I do. It's nice to know that I'm not alone out here.
Commission Art Trade - Request!
Posted 12 years agoI've never specifically set out to get a specific art piece done before, but I figure nows the time to start.
I am looking to get one drawing done of Amber in a specific scene, and will trade a short story for it. I would like it by mid October sometime and should be able to reciprocate with the story around the same time.
Feel free to apply! Thanks!
I am looking to get one drawing done of Amber in a specific scene, and will trade a short story for it. I would like it by mid October sometime and should be able to reciprocate with the story around the same time.
Feel free to apply! Thanks!
Know What Grinds My Gears? Boobs.
Posted 12 years agoThey do. They really do.
Ok, so. From a really, really early age... and I mean really early, since I can remember being four years old and utterly captivated by buxom women... I’ve been a boob guy. No two ways about it, really. I think this also helped shape my acceptance for plump and BBW types, since they were usually incredibly cute and extremely well-endowed up top, but that’s neither here nor there. No, I really liked the big ones, and that’s that.
In 1996, around Valentine’s Day, I discovered the internet had porn on it. Yes, for real. I was probably a little behind the times there. Cleavage.Com, Captain Liberal’s Big Tit Archive. It had a pink background and a lot of blink tags. It was so metropolitan. It introduced me to all of the classics, from Lolo Ferarri to Pandora Peaks to my favorite, Busty Dusty (message me sometime to find the one SINGLE photoset, four pictures, that kept my brain happy for close to four years). Suddenly a whole new world opened up to me: implants! WOO! The sky was the limit now!
And the hits just kept on coming. Rising stars Chelsea Charms and Phoenix (the latter sadly suffering complications and being forced to downsize, before vanishing into obscurity), spectacular beauty BB Gunns (if I had to pick one single all-around favorite, it might be her), german beauty Penelope Black Diamond, girl-next-door Keisha Evans (who I wrote a few stories for back in the day), my tiny little princess Vixen LaMoore (dem eyes), and the current champion, Beshine (who wins my heart probably in equal amounts for her down-to-earth adorableness and her ever-growing breast size). I could go on for another half hour about my favorite super-sized all-natural ladies, too.
With regards to internet porn, pretty much anything less than a DD holds absolutely no interest for me (please, save your hatred and booing for the end). They just don’t seem... right, on the screen (seriously, stop throwing things at me). Even in the artwork here on FA, anything less than impossibly-perky, head-sized bosoms seem like the artist just wasn’t trying (though there are notable exceptions, where the artwork is simply breathtaking in it’s own merits, or the intent is not purely sexual).
But...
In real life...
I guess I should be happy that my brain isn’t so hard-wired to the extreme that I can’t enjoy real life. I was at the pool a couple weeks back, which is precisely when I decided to write this little rant, and there were the usual northern lasses there, particularly those of Salish blood, who clearly had a lot of fun picking bikini tops that were woefully too small. There was even a hot second-time-around mom with some very nice implants (yes, I can spot them) and a SWEET tat sleeve on her left arm.
And yet, my eyes were locked most of the night on this one lady in a pink sort-of-frilly bikini that could not have been more than a B cup.
Why? I dunno. The bikini did a lot to hide very little, the eye-searing neon-pink really drew the eye, and while she didn’t have a lot to show off, she still showed it off anyways, and they were wonderful.
Ok, I probably sound like an enormously sexist douchecanoe here, even after editing this three or four times, so I want you to know: I love women, of all shapes and sizes, but I would be lying to say that part of my brain isn’t on Terminator-esque boob-analysis pretty much 24/7. I really wish that weren’t the case, that I noticed smiles or eyes or sweet hair first (and trust me, I DO get to those!), but... yeah, it’s about mid-sternum level first.
Sorry.
In real life, I still love and appreciate all shapes and sizes. My own wife, after going through some weight fluctuations, was super-excited to find out that she’s a vanity-sized C-cup now, which is still pretty much a B but a lot more expensive. She was an A for the longest time, and you know what? Still awesome, and I was sure to make sure they... er, SHE knew that, as often as possible.
(Of course, she still thinks porn is a sin somewhere akin to eating kittens and thinks that furries are all hideously maladjusted deviants, but hey, nobody’s perfect.)
I’m not sure WHAT the point of this rant was, exactly, but it felt good to write.
Ok, so. From a really, really early age... and I mean really early, since I can remember being four years old and utterly captivated by buxom women... I’ve been a boob guy. No two ways about it, really. I think this also helped shape my acceptance for plump and BBW types, since they were usually incredibly cute and extremely well-endowed up top, but that’s neither here nor there. No, I really liked the big ones, and that’s that.
In 1996, around Valentine’s Day, I discovered the internet had porn on it. Yes, for real. I was probably a little behind the times there. Cleavage.Com, Captain Liberal’s Big Tit Archive. It had a pink background and a lot of blink tags. It was so metropolitan. It introduced me to all of the classics, from Lolo Ferarri to Pandora Peaks to my favorite, Busty Dusty (message me sometime to find the one SINGLE photoset, four pictures, that kept my brain happy for close to four years). Suddenly a whole new world opened up to me: implants! WOO! The sky was the limit now!
And the hits just kept on coming. Rising stars Chelsea Charms and Phoenix (the latter sadly suffering complications and being forced to downsize, before vanishing into obscurity), spectacular beauty BB Gunns (if I had to pick one single all-around favorite, it might be her), german beauty Penelope Black Diamond, girl-next-door Keisha Evans (who I wrote a few stories for back in the day), my tiny little princess Vixen LaMoore (dem eyes), and the current champion, Beshine (who wins my heart probably in equal amounts for her down-to-earth adorableness and her ever-growing breast size). I could go on for another half hour about my favorite super-sized all-natural ladies, too.
With regards to internet porn, pretty much anything less than a DD holds absolutely no interest for me (please, save your hatred and booing for the end). They just don’t seem... right, on the screen (seriously, stop throwing things at me). Even in the artwork here on FA, anything less than impossibly-perky, head-sized bosoms seem like the artist just wasn’t trying (though there are notable exceptions, where the artwork is simply breathtaking in it’s own merits, or the intent is not purely sexual).
But...
In real life...
I guess I should be happy that my brain isn’t so hard-wired to the extreme that I can’t enjoy real life. I was at the pool a couple weeks back, which is precisely when I decided to write this little rant, and there were the usual northern lasses there, particularly those of Salish blood, who clearly had a lot of fun picking bikini tops that were woefully too small. There was even a hot second-time-around mom with some very nice implants (yes, I can spot them) and a SWEET tat sleeve on her left arm.
And yet, my eyes were locked most of the night on this one lady in a pink sort-of-frilly bikini that could not have been more than a B cup.
Why? I dunno. The bikini did a lot to hide very little, the eye-searing neon-pink really drew the eye, and while she didn’t have a lot to show off, she still showed it off anyways, and they were wonderful.
Ok, I probably sound like an enormously sexist douchecanoe here, even after editing this three or four times, so I want you to know: I love women, of all shapes and sizes, but I would be lying to say that part of my brain isn’t on Terminator-esque boob-analysis pretty much 24/7. I really wish that weren’t the case, that I noticed smiles or eyes or sweet hair first (and trust me, I DO get to those!), but... yeah, it’s about mid-sternum level first.
Sorry.
In real life, I still love and appreciate all shapes and sizes. My own wife, after going through some weight fluctuations, was super-excited to find out that she’s a vanity-sized C-cup now, which is still pretty much a B but a lot more expensive. She was an A for the longest time, and you know what? Still awesome, and I was sure to make sure they... er, SHE knew that, as often as possible.
(Of course, she still thinks porn is a sin somewhere akin to eating kittens and thinks that furries are all hideously maladjusted deviants, but hey, nobody’s perfect.)
I’m not sure WHAT the point of this rant was, exactly, but it felt good to write.
Ponderings - Furry Indoctrination?
Posted 12 years agoSo, I was doing the dishes last night, and some things occurred to me...
I was bored during the day and reading TV Tropes, and I was surprised (I guess not that surprised, these days) to realize that the furfandom had its own Trope page. Reading through it, it was fairly well-balanced... they acknowledged, quite often and in great detail, that not everyone lives up to the stereotypical expectations, but it did feel the need to bring it up fairly often. One derogatory line which I had to admit was kind of funny was “By and large, furries are bi and large.”
Anyways, I got to thinking about why certain people do or do not “get” furries, with myself in particular. I didn’t get it, and in fact was guilty of mocking you guys, up until my... late 20’s? Around there sometime, I think I was 27. (Quick aside: sorry for mocking you guys.) But it’s undeniable, the propensity was already there, it just took the right input to discover it. The “wiring” in my brain was ready, willing and waiting.
So where did the wiring come from?
I thought about childhood. I’ve got a lot of Early Childhood Education training, and I’m enormously intrigued by psychology and sociology, and I remembered that a lot of growing up involves the creation and population of mental categories. That’s a lot of how brain and personality development occurs, in particular language: these things are good, these things are bad, these things are red, these things are tasty, these things are big... the population and cross-indexing of data creates these enormous, endlessly nested databases in our minds, and these shape a lot of how we take in and interpret stimuli later in life.
There were two instances in particular that made me wonder if the furry circuitry was being wired up early in life:
1.) In school, I learned about the Nazis killing Jews. I learned about the Spanish massacring most of South and Central America. I learned about the pilgrims and the later colonists wiping out entire civilizations of American Indian. I learned about the Canadian government responsible for human experimentation on First Nations people as recently as the 1970’s. I learned about the endless cycles of war, death, destruction, religion, intolerance... with very, very few examples EVER of humans being good people, and if they were, it was always rare individuals.
2.) Outside of school, every single morality lesson in every single book, comic and cartoon was presented by animals. The Bearenstein Bears learned life lessons, Bugs Bunny defeated his human tormenters, Fox McCloud fought against the human-ancestor simian maniac Andross... everything on television, commercials, video games, everything that was uplifting and inspirational and aimed at kids was presented by animals.
The cross-indexed categorization was stacked heavily against humans and for animals.
Obviously, I still love humans (as often as possible, when presented with the opportunity!) and it took me ages to find the right stimulus to make me think “Hmmmm, ok, that anthropomorphic fox is pretty hot...” A lot of people were probably wired more strongly than I was, or there was existing architecture there that was far more easily influenced, sort of like how some kids know EARLY that they’re the wrong gender, or gay. Google Coy Mathis. As much as her mom irritates me whenever we talk, because OH MY GOD LADY NOT EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS PERSONALLY DESIGNED TO OFFEND YOU, Coy is an awesome kid and I can vouch for the fact that, yes, she knows.
I could be wrong about all this, but... eh, it’s just something I wanted to throw out there.
I was bored during the day and reading TV Tropes, and I was surprised (I guess not that surprised, these days) to realize that the furfandom had its own Trope page. Reading through it, it was fairly well-balanced... they acknowledged, quite often and in great detail, that not everyone lives up to the stereotypical expectations, but it did feel the need to bring it up fairly often. One derogatory line which I had to admit was kind of funny was “By and large, furries are bi and large.”
Anyways, I got to thinking about why certain people do or do not “get” furries, with myself in particular. I didn’t get it, and in fact was guilty of mocking you guys, up until my... late 20’s? Around there sometime, I think I was 27. (Quick aside: sorry for mocking you guys.) But it’s undeniable, the propensity was already there, it just took the right input to discover it. The “wiring” in my brain was ready, willing and waiting.
So where did the wiring come from?
I thought about childhood. I’ve got a lot of Early Childhood Education training, and I’m enormously intrigued by psychology and sociology, and I remembered that a lot of growing up involves the creation and population of mental categories. That’s a lot of how brain and personality development occurs, in particular language: these things are good, these things are bad, these things are red, these things are tasty, these things are big... the population and cross-indexing of data creates these enormous, endlessly nested databases in our minds, and these shape a lot of how we take in and interpret stimuli later in life.
There were two instances in particular that made me wonder if the furry circuitry was being wired up early in life:
1.) In school, I learned about the Nazis killing Jews. I learned about the Spanish massacring most of South and Central America. I learned about the pilgrims and the later colonists wiping out entire civilizations of American Indian. I learned about the Canadian government responsible for human experimentation on First Nations people as recently as the 1970’s. I learned about the endless cycles of war, death, destruction, religion, intolerance... with very, very few examples EVER of humans being good people, and if they were, it was always rare individuals.
2.) Outside of school, every single morality lesson in every single book, comic and cartoon was presented by animals. The Bearenstein Bears learned life lessons, Bugs Bunny defeated his human tormenters, Fox McCloud fought against the human-ancestor simian maniac Andross... everything on television, commercials, video games, everything that was uplifting and inspirational and aimed at kids was presented by animals.
The cross-indexed categorization was stacked heavily against humans and for animals.
Obviously, I still love humans (as often as possible, when presented with the opportunity!) and it took me ages to find the right stimulus to make me think “Hmmmm, ok, that anthropomorphic fox is pretty hot...” A lot of people were probably wired more strongly than I was, or there was existing architecture there that was far more easily influenced, sort of like how some kids know EARLY that they’re the wrong gender, or gay. Google Coy Mathis. As much as her mom irritates me whenever we talk, because OH MY GOD LADY NOT EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS PERSONALLY DESIGNED TO OFFEND YOU, Coy is an awesome kid and I can vouch for the fact that, yes, she knows.
I could be wrong about all this, but... eh, it’s just something I wanted to throw out there.
A Midsummer Night's Post
Posted 12 years agoWhy is it that when I sit down to actually write something on here, I can never remember what the heck it was?
I'll just start randomly, I guess!
I came up with a new character at some point over the last two weeks. I wasn't sure if I wanted hir to be a part of another story, or part of ANOTHER series of serials, but after a long talk with my muse today I came up with much, much more backstory and... yeah, now shi's gonna be in hir own story. Many more details need to be worked out, particularly hir name and hir romantic interest (I've got it narrowed down to two, but I still can't decide which gender), but I still feel pretty excited about this one. It's a slightly different path for me!
Up next, the two trade commissions are coming along, with Jamesfoxes' nearly ready. Seon's is going to be a possibly non-cannon Amber story, and just to make it clear: I will not do canon-characters for everything. He had to convince me, and I really liked how the story went. Just a heads up. I am not averse to the idea, but they won't be anyone's playthings... except my own. *smiles*
Thirdly, after that will be the next Kimmi update. The rest of hir third chapter came to me in a dream, or at least those wonderful few minutes before falling asleep, and it all works together so beautifully. It might be slightly darker in tone than my other stories, but Kimmi's world is a dark, dangerous world. Not for the faint-hearted!
Hmmm, what else...
I dunno. Any suggestions? Anyone wanna see me go off on a rant about something? Do you wish my opinion on major news events? Do you want to Skype with me while we watch Sharknado?
I'll just start randomly, I guess!
I came up with a new character at some point over the last two weeks. I wasn't sure if I wanted hir to be a part of another story, or part of ANOTHER series of serials, but after a long talk with my muse today I came up with much, much more backstory and... yeah, now shi's gonna be in hir own story. Many more details need to be worked out, particularly hir name and hir romantic interest (I've got it narrowed down to two, but I still can't decide which gender), but I still feel pretty excited about this one. It's a slightly different path for me!
Up next, the two trade commissions are coming along, with Jamesfoxes' nearly ready. Seon's is going to be a possibly non-cannon Amber story, and just to make it clear: I will not do canon-characters for everything. He had to convince me, and I really liked how the story went. Just a heads up. I am not averse to the idea, but they won't be anyone's playthings... except my own. *smiles*
Thirdly, after that will be the next Kimmi update. The rest of hir third chapter came to me in a dream, or at least those wonderful few minutes before falling asleep, and it all works together so beautifully. It might be slightly darker in tone than my other stories, but Kimmi's world is a dark, dangerous world. Not for the faint-hearted!
Hmmm, what else...
I dunno. Any suggestions? Anyone wanna see me go off on a rant about something? Do you wish my opinion on major news events? Do you want to Skype with me while we watch Sharknado?
Thirteen Thousand... My Lucky Number!
Posted 12 years agoThat's an incredible feat. Thank you all!
Thirteen thousand page views. I know 'page views' aren't a very important or reliable count or measure of celebrity, particularly on the interwebs, but this is a tremendously inspirational and invigorating boost to my self-esteem. Thank you all so much.
I had a bunch of stuff to post here. I was driving all day today (9 hours, woo), and I had a lot to think about. I worked out the next Amber story, I finally made the second act of Kimmi more exciting, and I smoothed out some issues with Amateur Heroics AND the next Penny story. It was a big, crazy day, capping a big, crazy weekend.
I'm going to try to Journal post more, since there's a bunch of things I want to talk about. Hyperism, hybrids, romance, and my love for 'defective' characters. Furriness and its place in the modern world. Borderline 'underage' characters (I write a lot of teenagers). How all of these things can fit into different worlds, different archetypes, different tropes.
But tonight, I'm just exhausted and going to bed, right after I watch the last bit of Diggstown. I love this movie.
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PS: Are there any fans of the Jason Ellis Show?
Thirteen thousand page views. I know 'page views' aren't a very important or reliable count or measure of celebrity, particularly on the interwebs, but this is a tremendously inspirational and invigorating boost to my self-esteem. Thank you all so much.
I had a bunch of stuff to post here. I was driving all day today (9 hours, woo), and I had a lot to think about. I worked out the next Amber story, I finally made the second act of Kimmi more exciting, and I smoothed out some issues with Amateur Heroics AND the next Penny story. It was a big, crazy day, capping a big, crazy weekend.
I'm going to try to Journal post more, since there's a bunch of things I want to talk about. Hyperism, hybrids, romance, and my love for 'defective' characters. Furriness and its place in the modern world. Borderline 'underage' characters (I write a lot of teenagers). How all of these things can fit into different worlds, different archetypes, different tropes.
But tonight, I'm just exhausted and going to bed, right after I watch the last bit of Diggstown. I love this movie.
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PS: Are there any fans of the Jason Ellis Show?
Thank You So Much (News & Stuff)
Posted 12 years agoThank YOU!
You. Yes, you, down there, hiding behind the chair. Thank you.
It's crazy how much I've gotten out there in the last few months, pictures (thank
you!) and stories alike. Before, I was burnt out on writing commissions (sorry!) and I
didn't feel like writing. Then I was burnt out on real life, and didn't feel like writing.
Then I was burnt out on loneliness, and I didn't feel like writing.
Then... well, you can see that I felt like writing again. It's a tremendous weight off
my mind. Got back to all my favorite characters, advanced their plots a little bit,
worked out a lot of details with my as-yet unreleased side projects.
The output is going to slow again for a while, though, just because I've got a lot of
stuff on my plate again. Finishing a side job, selling the old house, buying a new
one, moving, finishing my semester before the end of July and working on my
'straight' stories.
I am still working on these stories, don't worry. Demon Love is progressing nicely,
Amateur Heroics is humming along, Kimmi's resolution is nearing completion. But I
think I've handled the mind-wrecking compulsion writing... for now.
And thank you all for being so wonderful and receptive.
- - - - -
So! These journals never generate a lot of content, so I'm going to talk about a
couple other things now.
- I love the UFC. Does anyone else here watch regularly? Who wants to watch Hendo
clobber the almighty out of Rashad next weekend?
- I just saw Clutch and Orange Goblin in Spokane. Any fans of hard rock and thrash metal?
- I'm working out and losing weight and getting back into fighting shape (I used to
be a competitive martial artist). Does anyone else here train? What style?
- I've never watched Game of Thrones.
- Commissions will re-start after September. Prefence will be given for art trades!
- I love Megas XLR.
Eh, I can't think of much else right now. The new Amber just went up. I'm gonna go for a jog.
Peace!
You. Yes, you, down there, hiding behind the chair. Thank you.
It's crazy how much I've gotten out there in the last few months, pictures (thank
you!) and stories alike. Before, I was burnt out on writing commissions (sorry!) and I
didn't feel like writing. Then I was burnt out on real life, and didn't feel like writing.
Then I was burnt out on loneliness, and I didn't feel like writing.
Then... well, you can see that I felt like writing again. It's a tremendous weight off
my mind. Got back to all my favorite characters, advanced their plots a little bit,
worked out a lot of details with my as-yet unreleased side projects.
The output is going to slow again for a while, though, just because I've got a lot of
stuff on my plate again. Finishing a side job, selling the old house, buying a new
one, moving, finishing my semester before the end of July and working on my
'straight' stories.
I am still working on these stories, don't worry. Demon Love is progressing nicely,
Amateur Heroics is humming along, Kimmi's resolution is nearing completion. But I
think I've handled the mind-wrecking compulsion writing... for now.
And thank you all for being so wonderful and receptive.
- - - - -
So! These journals never generate a lot of content, so I'm going to talk about a
couple other things now.
- I love the UFC. Does anyone else here watch regularly? Who wants to watch Hendo
clobber the almighty out of Rashad next weekend?
- I just saw Clutch and Orange Goblin in Spokane. Any fans of hard rock and thrash metal?
- I'm working out and losing weight and getting back into fighting shape (I used to
be a competitive martial artist). Does anyone else here train? What style?
- I've never watched Game of Thrones.
- Commissions will re-start after September. Prefence will be given for art trades!
- I love Megas XLR.
Eh, I can't think of much else right now. The new Amber just went up. I'm gonna go for a jog.
Peace!
