VampireMystic

Why not a punishment that can be repeated. Immolation only works once. It need not be violent. Strap them down and pry their eyes open so they can't look away from bad movies. Or cover there ears from bad music. Or escape a menu of food based on reruns of "fear factor" Or the complete works of Charles Dickens, read by text to speech synthesizer.

Every side of comsie is some kind of sexy in my imagination

I predicted it was chloroform. Other than that... I've had vivid fantasies (as in I've never done it) involving Benadryl.

*Ahem* What he said.

Also, the video is genius! *kneals on the floor and bows* Where's the shrine, because @Comicality, you are a god and I've got spare change. (Noragami!) *cackles*

This is not Comicality, inc. This is not Studio Comicality. There's one man, one keyboard, and 24 hours per day. What is your day like? There's activities of daily living There's work There's commuting Food Sleep Cleaning Laundry Rest Interruptions Bills Budgeting I could go on. How often do any of us get left alone a few hours at a time? Can anyone claim they can always quiet the mind and choose what they concentrate on? Pick and choose their emotional state to resonate with a particular story, a specific scene? Find the right words at the right time, every time? Mhmm. Exactly. You want <insert story> right now? Lo! Behold! Let there be fanfiction! Too much work? No free time? Nothing sounds the way you want? Struggling to find ideas? Be organized? Stay focused? Life in the way? Welcome to writing. Writing gets better with practice, it doesn't get EASIER. In my opinion, the deep dark middle of a story is MORE difficult than the beginning. My challenge to all: Wake up, get dressed, eat a meal you cooked, sit in a car half an hour, do something tedious, complex, and tiring, for 8 hours, sit in a car another thirty minutea, cook again, do some chores, watch the news... And then try to continue that fanfic. Do that for a week. Multiply it by thirty or forty stories, expand it to 21 years, season liberally with all the best and worst shit to happen to everyone you know. Because life still happens to writers. Now add hundreds, maybe thousands, of fans, needing 1000 words of attention each, every month. Add all the worst ridicule you can imagine. There are people that cast stones at a 30 something guy writing about teenagers that have sex. Oh... Is that fanfic done yet? I'm waiting... Now, imagine that you have to keep doing all of it if you want to finish a 3000-5000 word chapter. Because if you stop any one part you could end up inflicting pain on someone whom, for whatever reason, is deeply invested in the sunbeam or whatever of seeing you replied to them. Imagine what it might be like to write about the kind of situations Com's characters go through with such depth. Imagine readers at home going "he understands" or "I didn't think it happened to anyone else." And then emailing YOU. "You don't know me but I just read <story>. And you really got it right when you wrote about <insert>." * Physical abuse * sexual abuse * bullying * depression * suicidal ideation * other and then: "I know you did because... I've never told anyone this but... <insert> happened and this is how." Any email, any time, could contain someone else's deepest pain. And they deserve a reply. Could you take on that? Let that all sink in. Read all of this again, slowly. Picture every detail as much as you can. Now: Could you do it? Would you do it? For free? Now: Aren't you grateful Comicality does? I know I am. Oh and... Seriously? It's been 5 minutes, why isn't that fanfic done? What are you doing? I'm waiting! ** Personally, I think being grounded ONLY ONE week is generous.

Suddenly the chatter and noise around them cut through the pounding of his heart. In public! Peter straightened about half a second before Aiden would've leaned back. He felt like his face was burning again. He couldn't look around, he needed to hide his face, but there had to be people looking. Some of those whispers had to be about them. He stood up, grabbed Peter by the strap of his bag and started off. He sped up as much as the crowd would let him. When he'd put a few hundred yards, and

Hmm. Comsie version of Adele. Sums up his tone well in Don't Tell Me. Love that we don't see who answers the door.

You are entirely off the hook. My brain did that all by itself. You'd be surprised what jewels one can find in the gutter. Then again, maybe you wouldn't be. Further again, getting out of the gutter means a shower, and I don't know anybody who doesn't love a steamy shower scene. look at that, I'm right back in. maybe the awfulness of that song triggered a defense mechanism.

"(Whispered)Hey, let's go over here, just me and you." Oh dear. *don't_make_an_innuendo* C'mon ﹰVﹰM *don't_make_an_innuendo* Hold it back *don't_make_an_innuendo* Sigh... Made i- "You're my special friend." 0o Goddammit! Kazoos, blowing, secret... VM: kids sure are starting young these days...

what I meant about legal autonomy was, for example, a legal adult can leave and go to a shelter without being dragged back by cops as a runaway. Shrug. I agree with you. If Comsie wants to explore some more of the adult dynamics of this world, I'd plant my ass in the front row.

someone may have already asked, but what do you mean by this?

I was right there with you, but the startling change from normal Comsie POV characters is part of why the twists work so well. Just wait, there are better in the Blood Bank vault.

If you could access the Bank, you'd find GFD has it's share of adult protagonists. I think they are rarer in Com's fiction only because his focus is on LGBT youth issues and first loves. Adults, with legal autonomy and greater resources have a different experience. But, Com himself can weigh in at leisure. EDIT: the written word's the lack of infection has caught up with me again. this may seem more harsher than it was intended. Bank = GFD Blood Bank a site of Com's dedicated to spin offs and fanfiction. Including Com's own additions. It's currently off-line due to reasons beyond the control of Com.

I wrote this for the Blood bank in Jan, but last I saw it was awaiting approval. I didn't trust the comment system so I copied it down.

Okay okay. Wow. Yum. Bravo! Here's my more cerebral take. My first erotic writing back in... wow. Ahem was literally rehashed versions of what I read on nifty. Completely explicit sex + added introspection + a plot to explain why these people are having sex + my voice as a writer. I liked what I wrote, I still do. I like Com's older stuff still. But 15 years later and my best reviewed stuff does what Com did here. Let me illustrate. 2003 (me) Every major muscle movement, lip shape, pressure, tongue twitch, on and on. Physics action in detail. Season with character-driven emotion and thought. Now/this Subtlety, understatement, much of the mechanics of the liplock left to the imagination. But, even as short as the kissing portion was, all of the passion, desire, hunger, insecurity, etc., it's all there. Without completely losing the edge of explicitly. Gah. I think I'm losing my battle to express my point. That kiss is on replay. Because I'm craving more of that passion just like the characters. And it keeps blurring into replays of times I got what I'm craving. Mmmm If he weren't roadtrip far away I'd be late for work just for the pleasure of sating myself with my love's lips. So uhh... it was good. And lastly, even though this wasn't their first kiss I think it still applies all the philosophy of Com's article on the first kiss. So go read it. Hehe. Thanks Comsie sensei.

somehow, this wasn't the way I thought this thread would go. I'm sure everything is up to spec. Including the vibrating, heating, self lubricating bits of anatomically correct fun

I should probably watch that

You're welcome.

May first. One place or the other. I'm not pure in any sense. It's more interesting. If you like this. Check out @Comicality's Gone from Daylight. Or really anything with his name on it. He covers a lot of genres. Hmm... All according to plan... I'll be sure to stock up on snacks. Send me a message or an email. I won't guarantee answers. But I'm listening.

I doubt you're either of those things. If you have questions you can message me here or send me an email. Any question you ask I'm sure others have. Don't be shy. I don't bite,

I didn't. I'm just reminding everyone. And in the future some new reader will see that I took the time to come back and reply again to make SURE you knew. Because you specifically said you wanted more. However, given all the jokes. If you are multiple people, multiple reminders seems only natural.

Hey @Dmrman, special note for... all of you Chapter 1 and 2 of 2-14-9X are on GA

Aiden had been pushed into a full sprint just to get out of the house, practically thrown into the back of a car, and they had driven off like they'd have an army after them any second, guns blazing, it all did feel like a jailbreak. Aiden was still laughing from the thrill of it all when he jabbed his elbow blindly toward Peter's voice. "You are insane!" Peter wheezed behind him. Aiden moved his arms and turned slightly mostly looking over his shoulder. Shoved between Aiden an