Dreams Exposed

MEME thanks to bleedtoblue

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 23:03:09 GMT

Elaborate on your default icon.
- It is a picture of Mishka's knee. The day was rainy so I sat him in the window and took shots. Hate the colored ones but love the way they grayed out in Photoshop

What's your current relationship status?
- confused

Ever have a near-death experience?
- Not that I know of.

Name an obvious quality you have.
- Great organizational skills

What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?
- Give the Kid a Break by Alice Cooper.

Any celeb you would marry?
- I would have married Merv Griffin on Friday if I had known he was going to go and die this weekend. :]

Who will cut and paste this first?
- No idea.

Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity?
- Yes. Joan Jett

Do you wear a watch? What kind?
- Nope. I have the time on my cell phone. Good enough for me.

Do you have anything pierced?
- 3 in my left earlobe, 2 in my right earlobe, tongue, naval and a nostril piercing that is closed.

Do you have any tattoos?
- No but only because I cannot find an artist who can do justice to the one I want.

Do you like pain?
- Sometimes

Do you like to shop?
- Eww... no!

What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
- Places still take cash?

What was the last thing you paid for with your credit card?
- don't have a credit card, just a debit card.

Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?
- Mom

What is on your desktop background?
- Jensen Ackles in a suit and glasses. Mmm...

What is the background on your cell phone?
- My BJD Zak

Do you like redheads?
- Some

Do you know any twins?
- Yes, my aunts.

Do you have any weird relatives?
- Is there such a thing as a non-weird relative?

What was the last movie you watched?
- Devour

What was the last book you read?
- Mordred, Bastard Son by Douglas Clegg

Is there such a thing as love at first sight, or it is more likely to be "lust at first sight"?
- Nope

What's your favourite novel?
- I don't have one.

When was the last time you visited the street where you first lived?
- About a year ago when I went to visit my mom.

Do you read your horoscope?
- Only on my birthday

Who's your favourite of the seven dwarves?
- None

When was the last time you googled your own name?
- Never

What was your favourite subject at school?
- History

What was your least favourite subject at school?
- Science

Do you like having your photograph taken?
- Nope. Which is why I'm usually the one taking the pictures.

What time were you born?
- 6:39pm

Ever seriously questioned your sanity?
- Yes but it never answers

How many phone numbers do you have memorized and can say off the top of your head?
- More than 10. Some of them aren't even in use any longer. But don't ask me what I did 5 minutes ago because I have no clue.

Can you Limbo?
- Never tries.

Have you ever killed your own dinner?
- Yep.

How long have you been living at your current residence?
- 3 years

What phobias do you have?
- Elevators and bridges.

What's your ideal breakfast?
- The one that gets delivered by room service

Where are you right now?
- Sitting in the dark

What book or movie title best summarizes your personality?
- Sybil

If you could suddenly get the skill to play any single musical instrument, which would you choose?
- Harp.

Why do you blog?
- Because I have no life

Do you have any prejudices you're willing to acknowledge?
- Ignorant people

What would you call your autobiography?
- George

What's the longest time you've stayed out of the country/where?
- Nova Scotia. 2 weeks

Do you use ICQ, AOL Buddy list etc..?
Yes

Do you have nightmares frequently?
- Don't know, I don't remember my dreams

If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
- Yep. Best friends so I could borrow all my stuff

I feel like spamming yeah!

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 23:47:38 GMT

*set to the tune of "I Feel Like Dancing"*

Does anyone know why it is, when you use Semagic to post to IJ, the tag feature doesn't show up in the options part? Or is it only me that is having that issue? It works for LJ but not for IJ for some freaky reason.

Writing my troubles away

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 23:46:24 GMT

To jumpstart my writing, I have joined 50episodes by claiming two tables of 50 prompts each for two of my original verses. To Serve and Protect which features Micah and Devon and One Heart - One Soul, which features Michael, Nicholas and Dante.

We'll see how well I do but I want to try to write at least one prompt for each table per week. That way I will be done the challenge within a year.

This community is a way to write a larger story by doing short pieces at a time and then blending them together. We'll see if it works.

I also am hoping to write some other pieces for my other boys also. I miss writing and while I RPG most of them, there are still some that I miss writing on my own. We'll see what happens.

50episodes: One Heart - One Soul

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 23:36:09 GMT

001.	Air.	002.	Earth.	003.	Fire.	004.	Water.	005.	Spirit.
006.	Alone.	007.	Babble.	008.	Blood.	009.	Candles.	010.	Cat.
011.	Claim.	012.	Content.	013.	Dance.	014.	Daydreaming.	015.	Devious.
016.	First Date.	017.	Ecstatic.	018.	Enemies.	019.	Family.	020.	Friends.
021.	Lovers.	022.	Strangers.	023.	First.	024.	Last.	025.	Forgive.
026.	Gloomy.	027.	Hairbrush.	028.	Incense.	029.	Hours.	030.	Interest.
031.	Kinky.	032.	Legend.	033.	Eternal.	034.	Making Dinner.	035.	Moon.
036.	Sun.	037.	Mortality.	038.	Sin.	039.	Virtue.	040.	Phoenix.
041.	Pounce.	042.	Road Trip.	043.	Shooting Star.	044.	Sick.	045.	Time.
046.	Silence.	047.	Sleeping In.	048.	Surprised.	049.	Temper.	050.	Woods.

50episodes: To Serve and Protect

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 23:34:19 GMT

001.	Autumn.	002.	Spring.	003.	Summer.	004.	Winter.	005.	Amused.
006.	Balance.	007.	Betrayal.	008.	Bunnies.	009.	Cemetery.	010.	Chocolate.
011.	Cranky.	012.	Curious.	013.	Decisions.	014.	Destiny.	015.	First Glance.
016.	Love.	017.	Lust.	018.	Energetic.	019.	Famous.	020.	Fight.
021.	Flame.	022.	Found.	023.	Lost.	024.	Frustrated.	025.	Giggly.
026.	Gun.	027.	Knife.	028.	Heartache.	029.	Justice.	030.	Leather.
031.	Education.	032.	Lessons.	033.	School.	034.	Teacher.	035.	Encounter.
036.	Naughty.	037.	Monsters.	038.	Movie Night.	039.	Need.	040.	Otherworld.
041.	Peaceful.	042.	Promise.	043.	Ritual.	044.	Silk Sheets.	045.	Sinful.
046.	Skating.	047.	Years.	048.	Space.	049.	Toys.	050.	Watching the Clock.

Soo...

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 22:20:58 GMT

I have spent the past few days moving all my muse journals - along with twitchwhisker's muse journals over to here. I refuse to count them because I am sure that mine alone are close to 100. Uh yeah, I am an idiot and yes, they all get used for notes. :]

I figured I'd better get them over here before they get deleted off that other journal. *G* Going through them, I realized that a lot of them could be banned from there for one reason or another - including but not limited to, underage, bestiality, necrophilia (even though my vamps aren't technically dead) and incest.

I'm trying to remember if I have one relationship that isn't illegal. *G*

Ah well, that being said, have a fic.

Portrait of Love in Red
By Ravyn

Splashes of red on an off-white wall, brush strokes caused by the frenzy of the hunt. Feeding time at the zoo for those of a more nocturnal species - a species with the intelligence of their prey but strength that far outweighed that of their food.

Micah stood up from where he’d been examining the body and looked around. Strangely, the scene didn’t have the same feel that most scenes of this nature had. This one had an underlying - something. Usually there was fear but here there was none.

It felt darker, and yet it made him feel more alive; it made him think of Devon and the way he smelled right after sex.

He figured that made sense because the position of the body led one to believe that death wasn’t the appetizer on that evening’s menu: legs spread and tied to the posts nearest the door, arms similarly tied to the ones above the body’s head. The look on the face was one of satisfaction, not terror or pain. Micah could almost see the body arched in its completion; he could almost hear the cries of need bouncing off the walls.

Fangs, gleaming white, striking the dusky-toned throat as the vampire’s seed spilled into the body below it.

A small moan escaped Micah’s throat, the visuals too clear for him to not be affected by them. Need for his lover hummed in his blood.

With his eyes closed, blond hair replaced the dark hair on the bloodstained pillow. Unseeing brown eyes became blue, heated by lust. Sounds, familiar to his ears, vibrated against the skin on his shoulder as he thrust into the body tied to the bed.

His hands clenched into fists as the ones in his vision grasp his lover's hips, pulling the other off the bed and further into his thrusts. Heat surrounds his cock as he pushes himself deeper into his lover. Moans and whimpers gain volume as his thrusts get harder.

He felt his cock harden as the vision kept playing in his mind. Reality flirting with imagination, Micah couldn't be sure if the scents, sharp and musky, were in the room or in his mind. His mouth tasted the air; metal and spice mingled together to create an aphrodisiac.

Shaking his head, Micah brought himself back to the scene before him. He had only one thought on his mind, one that wouldn't help to solve this case, but would help solve a problem he was having at the moment.

Stopping to tell his commander that he had all he needed and that he would see him first thing in the morning, Micah stalked to his truck ignoring all calls for his attention.

Twenty long minutes later, Micah was in his home, rope in hand, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. Pristine white cotton sheets were draped over the body he wanted. The body he knew like he knew his own.

Micah dropped the rope and stripped, never once taking his eyes from his lover. Tanned skin, hands lightly peppered with fine blond hairs, back wide and smooth - all there for the taking and that was what he planned to do – take.

Staring at the skin bared to his eyes, Micah thought of the times he had done nothing more than skim his hands over his lover’s body. Devon reminded him of a Michelangelo sculpture - well-defined muscles under marble-smooth skin, skin that was warm to his touch and tasted of sunshine with a hint of night. Light gold hair hid Devon’s face from his gaze. Micah had spent hours memorizing the angles of his cheekbones and jaw. Their sharpness was tempered by the slight touch of childhood that clung to Devon’s cheeks giving him a look of innocence - an innocence that was proven false with one heated look from Devon’s sea blue eyes.

A look that Micah wanted to see every night for the rest of his life.

Micah stepped away from the clothes he’d left on the floor and reached for the rope, making a loop in one end as he moved closer to the bed. He wanted to time it so that Devon’s hands were tied to the bed’s posts before he woke. It was possible; Devon was the heaviest sleeper that Micah had ever been with. One morning last year Devon had been greeted by a tree across the walkway when collecting the morning paper from the front steps. A car had slammed into it earlier that morning, knocking it over, and Devon had not only slept through the initial accident but the rescue crews who had arrived to cut the driver from the totaled Honda. Micah figured that if Devon could sleep through that then this should be a piece of cake.

Placing the loop around Devon’s left hand, Micah tied the end to the nearest bedpost. He carefully laid the remaining length of rope across the bed and circled around it in order to reach Devon’s other side. Micah made another loop around the right wrist that was lying on the sheets, and then tied that end to the post on that side of the bed, drawing it tight.

Devon shifted and tried to roll, a frown coming to his face before he relaxed once more against the bed.

“Wanna play, lover?” Devon’s voice, sleep-filled and husky, rolled through Micah’s blood mingling with the need that had cooled but hadn’t left.

Micah didn’t answer; he simply picked up the next length of rope and fastened Devon’s legs to the footboard. When the ropes were tied to his satisfaction, he moved away to his bureau between the bedroom windows.

The scrape of wood on wood seemed to echo through the stillness of the room as he opened the bottom drawer to pull out the wooden box buried under his sweatshirts. It had been far too long since this box had been taken from its hiding place.

Micah carried the box to the side of the bed making sure that Devon saw what he held in his hands; a sharp inhalation of breath let him know that his lover had caught sight of the box.

"You asked if I wanted to play, Dev." He opened the box and removed the sole object housed there - an ornate silver dagger. The blade was four inches long and sharp - kept that way by the loving hands of the man tied to the bed. Swirls and leaves had been etched in the silver handle by the one who held it. The dagger had been a mutual gift purchased by both men on their first anniversary, solely for the purpose it was about to be used for - to make the blond bleed.

Turning the blade to capture the moonlight that flowed in through the windows, Micah watched the play of the beams on the lightly tanned skin of Devon's back. The pale light highlighted the almost invisible scars that had been made on previous nights such as this one.

Placing the blade at the base of Devon’s neck and lightly applying pressure, Micah drew it downward towards the top of his ass. Beads of red welled up, creating a cookie crumb trail along Devon’s spine.

This was the part that Micah loved. That initial cut, the first brush stroke of red on an otherwise virgin canvas. Beauty created out of pain and love. Or was that love of pain?

Micah heard the soft breaths brushing against cotton sheets. Soon they would turn to moans, and then screams before finally returning to the soft breaths when Devon's voice gave out. Only then would Micah allow Devon his release.

Two small parallel lines were placed on either side of the first cut, the tip of the blade his pen that leaked red ink onto the parchment of skin. The blond's breaths, now uneven, were the only sounds heard in the darkened bedroom.

More cuts, more red, painted Devon's back as Micah sketched a portrait of love into his skin. The white sheets soon turned crimson; a living shadow of the designs on the body lying upon them.

Time had no meaning for the two men. Everything beyond the four walls of the bedroom fell away to isolate them in their own world, one they were creating with each new slice of the blade.

Soon it would be time for the final act; Devon's hips rocked against the blood stained sheets looking for friction. Micah knelt between his lover's spread legs and lifted Devon onto his thighs. He reached up with the arm that held the blade and made two swift motions, cutting the ropes that bound Devon's wrists to the bed. As Devon's hands fell to the sheets, his hand that still held the dagger slipped around his lover's waist to hold the blond tight to his chest.

Licking at the blood that was trailing down Devon's upper back, Micah reached his other hand around and grasped Devon's cock, drawing a low, husky moan from the blond.

"Mic, please. It hurts; make me come." Devon's voice was hoarse from the screams, moans and cries.

"Soon, love. Going to make you come apart for me." Micah began to thrust his hips, the blood providing a slick surface as his cock slid against Devon's lower back. The breeze from the window had cooled the fluid; the contrast between the cool wetness and the heat of Devon's skin brought Micah quickly to the point of no return.

Thrusting erratically, Micah pumped Devon's cock, the blade falling from his hand as he pulled Devon harder to his body. Micah's teeth scraped along the base of Devon's neck, drawing blood and gasps from his lover with each new pair of marks.

Micah opened his mouth and bit down, breaking the skin. Blood flowed freely into his mouth as he felt Devon shaking beneath him, cum spurting over his hand and arm.

Growling, Micah released his lover and pushed Devon down, the blond head flat to the bed as he continued to thrust, his blood-covered cock nestled between Devon's cheeks.

His lover’s hand slipped between their legs and cupped his balls, a finger pressing against the soft skin behind them.

Micah’s screams filled the room, his back arched and body rigid as he came.

Falling forward, his hands dropped to the bed framing Devon’s head. Kisses, soft and gentle, were placed on the bite mark.

Needs fulfilled for the moment, Micah's hand searched for the dagger, sitting back on his heels once he found it, cutting the ropes that bound his lover's legs to the bed. He let the blade slip onto the floor and rolled to his side, pulling Devon with him and nuzzling his lover's hair and neck.

Sleep-garbled words drifted to him on the air of Devon’s yawn.

Micah wasn’t sure what Devon had said but he was positive he knew.

Some things didn't need to be spoken to be heard.

Happy Birthday Samwise T. Bunny

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 15:46:42 GMT

Today is Sami's 13th b-day. He's an ooooold bunny but he's still chasing the girl kitties all over the house.

Go Sami!

These are a few of my favorite things

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 18:30:35 GMT

It is time that I start to use this journal more, especially for what it was intended - my passions. Writing, photography and jewelry making.

Today we will start with some photos. I thought it would be nice to give you something pretty to look at before I begin to spam the freak out of my journal with my writing. :]

I'm blaming it on the Poland Spring Water

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 18:00:09 GMT

I have sunk to a new low. I want bandslash... for a band that I've never heard, only seen... twincest at that... and the boys are 17. WTF???

*head/desk*

Fiction:

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 19:42:05 GMT

Title: Now and The Future
Pairing: Spider/Jimmy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 168
Notes: Spider is mine. Jimmy belongs to KR. Though if you ask them, Spider would say that he belonged to Jimmy.

~~~~~

It’s been five years since Spider’d thought about the future. Ever since that day that he sliced open a cop and found himself in a cement-walled room with bars for doors and windows, he hadn’t been overly concerned about tomorrow. Fuck, he hated even been concerned about the present. Thinking about the mess he was in took energy he didn’t want to expend on something he could do nothing about. And the future? Why bother when he was looking at every day being the same for the next umpteen years?

As they say, that was then, this is now. And now is a boy with pretty eyes and dark hair that hadn’t wanted a future and was willing to let it spill on the floor of a prison shower. Now was a boy that smiled so sweet that Spider thought he’d never need dessert again if he could see that smile every day.

Now, well now, was Jimmy.

Who needed tomorrow when today was all he’d ever wanted?

Fiction: Emotion's Web

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 19:39:50 GMT

Title: Emotion's Web
Pairing: Spider/Jimmy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 221
Notes: Spider is mine. Jimmy belongs to KR. Though if you ask them, Spider would say that he belonged to Jimmy. These boys really need their own icon.

~~~~~

Jimmy’s question had thrown Spider. Not that he let it show but it had. The thought of the kid being totally under Spider’s control had certain parts of him sitting up and saluting. Strange because Daddy and Son was not a game that Spider normally played. This kid… well, he made Spider want to do all kinds of things he had never done before. Things that couldn’t happen as long as they were both sitting in a prison cell.

He’d known the kid less than twelve hours and the kid was already totally under his skin and worming his way into his heart. Permanence was not in his vocabulary. At least he hadn’t ever thought of it before. Now… fuck, now he wanted to put up a white picket fence around their cell and buy the kid a puppy. He’d even plant freaking rose bushes if that’s what the kid wanted.

Just had to make sure the kid never discovered that Spider was already wrapped his little finger. Spider knew that if that happened then it was all over. Though the kid didn’t seem the type to take advantage of it. Even if Spider felt the kid deserved anything that Spider could give him.

And fuck if that wasn’t something that was going to kill him when the kid got out.

So you know you've watched too much Supernatural when...

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 16:14:34 GMT

You're watching a movie starring Jensen Ackles and you noticed that some of the settings in the movie have been used in SPN.

And who the fuck remembers what lakes and cabins look like?

Is it me?

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 22:03:29 GMT

Am I the only person who notices the way a guy walks before anything else? A boy that has a 'fuck you' attitude in his hips will make my toes curl. Seriously. Just Mmm...

And if you want to see why I'm even thinking this right now, have a peek.

Rattlesnake Smile

Fiction: Nightmares

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 20:05:10 GMT

Title: Nightmares
Pairing: Spider/Jimmy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 278
Notes: Pair of new boys that Kr and I are playing with. A little background - Spider has been in prison for almost 4 years and Jimmy has been in 3 months when Spider finds Jimmy bleeding out in the shower after slitting his wrists. This is Spider's thoughts after that.

There were nights that Spider never had a dream. Then there were nights like this one where it was one continuous loop of nightmare after nightmare - all of them ending the same way. With Sammy dead. Sometimes it was a stranger, some nights it was Spider himself that wielded that blade that had taken his brother's life.

When awake, Spider knew that the ones where he was the killer were due to his subconscious. Fuck knows that that his prison counselor had told him that he held the guilt too close often enough for it to not have sunk in. Didn't help any though in relieving the feeling of it truly being his fault. If he hadn't been arrested. If he hadn't pissed off Dog's boys. If, if, if. Seems his whole life was one big fucking if.

Ending with the biggest one lying in the bunk below him. If he hadn't decided to shower at just that moment, the kid would be dead. If he had found out where his original cellmates kid brother was being kept, the kid wouldn't have been raped. Too many ifs.

Didn't matter, the kid was his now. Only in name cause there was no way he was using this one's ass. The kid had been fucked too many times in the short three months he'd been here leading to his slicing and dicing his forearms to shit and bleeding out on the shower floor. Kid wasn't gonna be hurt again if Spider had his way. And he would.

Even if it meant killing someone to insure the kid's safety.

He'd let Sammy die, he wasn't going to lose another one.

Mmm... nice car

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 02:34:36 GMT

So I'm watching the Season one DVD's of Supernatural - again. And I've realized that I have a major crush on one of the stars. The car.

If I had the chance to either meet Jared or Jensen or drive the Impala... I'd choose the Impala.

What does this say about me?

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:26:49 GMT

Ah, my laptop is home - again. This time the motherboard actually works with my restore disk. Actually, this time the motherboard actually works. And my battery now lasts 3 1/2 hours instead of 45 minutes. Things are all to the good now.

Which means that I need to get off my butt and start posting my stories and pics to this journal. I was going to have a separate journal for everything like I had on LJ but why bother? I do still have a million journals here for the muses but my art is my life so why keep my personal feelings and my outlets separate? Yes, I know the answer to that is because I'm a Virgo and I need to keep everything tidy and in its own place but hey, even we Virgos can go wild sometimes and mix things up. :]

Note to self: Need to find/make/borrow/steal more icons.

And speaking of icons... *points up* Because someone really likes this one. *G* You know who you are.

Welcome

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 18:36:06 GMT

Hello to all those that have found their way here. I have been on Live Journal for almost 6 years and have moved over here during the mass exodus. :]

If you like jewelry making, photography and Asian ball-joint dolls, this is the place for you. It is also a good place to be if you love seeing pictures of my 6 black cats and 1 black bunny.

Say hello and stay awhile. Free cookies and tea to those that want it.

And hugs are always given and welcomed.