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kittydesadeOh the silliness of me.
So, at some point during last game, Pirate!John discovered I took neater notes than he did. And better ones. I think it started when he saw me writing down quotes and commented on the neatness of my handwriting. And then we heard a name we'd swear we'd heard before, but all he had down was "Peldor - elf" which didn't help as it was near notes about an assassin. So he made me start taking notes. I hadn't been because he had and I figured, okay, he's goign to take notes, so I don't have to remember stuff. But no. His notes are silly and incomplete. So I took notes.
So then I had the dilemma of how to type up these notes so I can send them to everyone. I thought and thought and pondered and thought, and through a long and complicated process that doesn't even make sense to me anymore I came up with the idea of making a LiveJournal for my Palladium Fantasy character. So, now![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jametalisman is up on LiveJournal. You can read the silly chronicles of us (the party) over there. It's very odd. Pirate!John seems to like it though.
Hmmm.
There's not much else to tell. Silly Allan-Kitten woke me up this morning by perching right by my head (with two people in a single twin bed there's not much room for the cat) and meowing till I petted him. then he purred. Then I fell halfway back asleep and he started meowing again because I stopped petting him. Apparently he does this to my sweet and sleepy sailor boy every morning around 7 am. I'd forgotten what a joy it was to have a cat. *wry/amused* Oh well.
Wow. This is going to be a short entry. Ok, off to do some more writing probably.
Oh. And, because I saw the Instant Slash Story Generator and couldn't resist...
The darkness was all around as Sebastian walked through gazebo down towards his parlor, random thoughts of fetishism crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Laurel had told him she often dreamed about Octavio involved in BDSM with a kitten , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Orfeo .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Erik, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Orfeo masturbating himself with a hot fudge sauce.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the duster he was carrying with him. Would Orfeo's hand feel like that to his foot?
What would Orfeo think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating cookie dough off Orfeo's beautiful knee?
Sebastian rubbed the duster against his hand whispering Orfeo's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his parlor but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Orfeo's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Orfeo had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. gazebo was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the cookie dough he was carrying and leisurely scratched his hand.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Sebastian calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his cookie dough and ran towards the sound of his darling dear's voice.
Orfeo stumbled through the darkness towards Sebastian. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his darling dear being attacked by a kitten. Was he about to be raped by Nix dressed as Octavio? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his foot.
Sebastian, Sebastian, my darling dear, screamed Orfeo. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Sebastian leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the duster and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare knee pointing in the air.
Orfeo! Sebastian gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Erik said you were in your parlor engaged in some fetishism with Laurel.
No, I was alone in my parlor with nothing but my hot fudge sauce for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your knee was, and how I would like to stroke my hand against it, and have you kiss my foot, and now I see your knee for myself I realise that not even Octavio has a knee to compare with yours.
Oh, darling dear, Erik said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Laurel.
What! That old kitten, I'd rather get involved in BDSM with Nix, a duster and cookie dough than dream of fetishism with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my foot curl.
Oh, Sebastian!
Oh, Orfeo, my darling dear!
Cue soft music, sounds of fetishism and BDSM, soft focus and fade.........
So, at some point during last game, Pirate!John discovered I took neater notes than he did. And better ones. I think it started when he saw me writing down quotes and commented on the neatness of my handwriting. And then we heard a name we'd swear we'd heard before, but all he had down was "Peldor - elf" which didn't help as it was near notes about an assassin. So he made me start taking notes. I hadn't been because he had and I figured, okay, he's goign to take notes, so I don't have to remember stuff. But no. His notes are silly and incomplete. So I took notes.
So then I had the dilemma of how to type up these notes so I can send them to everyone. I thought and thought and pondered and thought, and through a long and complicated process that doesn't even make sense to me anymore I came up with the idea of making a LiveJournal for my Palladium Fantasy character. So, now
jametalisman is up on LiveJournal. You can read the silly chronicles of us (the party) over there. It's very odd. Pirate!John seems to like it though. Hmmm.
There's not much else to tell. Silly Allan-Kitten woke me up this morning by perching right by my head (with two people in a single twin bed there's not much room for the cat) and meowing till I petted him. then he purred. Then I fell halfway back asleep and he started meowing again because I stopped petting him. Apparently he does this to my sweet and sleepy sailor boy every morning around 7 am. I'd forgotten what a joy it was to have a cat. *wry/amused* Oh well.
Wow. This is going to be a short entry. Ok, off to do some more writing probably.
Oh. And, because I saw the Instant Slash Story Generator and couldn't resist...
The darkness was all around as Sebastian walked through gazebo down towards his parlor, random thoughts of fetishism crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Laurel had told him she often dreamed about Octavio involved in BDSM with a kitten , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Orfeo .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Erik, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Orfeo masturbating himself with a hot fudge sauce.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the duster he was carrying with him. Would Orfeo's hand feel like that to his foot?
What would Orfeo think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating cookie dough off Orfeo's beautiful knee?
Sebastian rubbed the duster against his hand whispering Orfeo's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his parlor but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Orfeo's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Orfeo had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. gazebo was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the cookie dough he was carrying and leisurely scratched his hand.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Sebastian calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his cookie dough and ran towards the sound of his darling dear's voice.
Orfeo stumbled through the darkness towards Sebastian. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his darling dear being attacked by a kitten. Was he about to be raped by Nix dressed as Octavio? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his foot.
Sebastian, Sebastian, my darling dear, screamed Orfeo. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Sebastian leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the duster and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare knee pointing in the air.
Orfeo! Sebastian gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Erik said you were in your parlor engaged in some fetishism with Laurel.
No, I was alone in my parlor with nothing but my hot fudge sauce for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your knee was, and how I would like to stroke my hand against it, and have you kiss my foot, and now I see your knee for myself I realise that not even Octavio has a knee to compare with yours.
Oh, darling dear, Erik said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Laurel.
What! That old kitten, I'd rather get involved in BDSM with Nix, a duster and cookie dough than dream of fetishism with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my foot curl.
Oh, Sebastian!
Oh, Orfeo, my darling dear!
Cue soft music, sounds of fetishism and BDSM, soft focus and fade.........
