Future for the Kistublot

Well, hello again everyone.

Writing has finally been progresssing again. Gimme a gold star, because I havent been doing nearly enough to deserve a silver.

I wrote out a long blog post basically detailing my feelings on the issues (cowardly anonymous posters, politicing for no real reason, people who can't stand differences in opinion, so forth) but I just don't see any use in actually posting it.

I chose not to participate in the commenting snafu because while I don't think Valencia's comments were all great (and was upset myself) I didn't exactly find the other side guiltless either, and nor did I see the point in posting just to say that.

Differences in opinion are the whole reason for blogs, for forums, for conversation . . . fuck, for about anything. If it didn't exist, focus groups could consist of one person.

Shortly, we will be creating a section specifically to throw comments that we believe are simply to "call us out." Call that what you will. I don't care. While I do not find Jo's (Flibinite's) comment outrageous for the reason that Valencia did/does, I'm still going to say this: this blog is for voicing our thoughts and opinions. Posting just to specifically bitch is getting seriously annoying, especially when it's done by the same old people, aka our lovely friend anonymous, and Jo.

I don't know if the 'blot will be around forever. But I know this: if you can't stand opinions that are the antithesis of yours so much? Do not read this blog. Do not read any blogs. Do not have human contact. Shoot yourself now. Please. Because I will always be disagreeing with you.

It's one thing to post a comment with a suggestion or a constructive criticism, but smirking, acting like your opinions simply must be represented in a place not at all yours, and generally antagonizing behavior is just not polite. Treating my girlfriend as lesser because she is my slave, is not right. She is her own person who has given me the gift of her submission. Outside of fun, I do not control what she does. Her thoughts, and her actions, belong to her. Tempting as it is, I've never controlled her or sternly told her not to post something. I have suggested it wasn't the best idea in the world, but it was still, and will always be, her choice.

Just felt the need to cover that.

So, let me end with this. Sara, if something I have said has truly hurt you, I apologise. That was never, and has never been my intent. Nothing either of us has done here was meant to attack or "destroy" you. Though our opinions are not glowing, I do not find you subhuman, and I truly wish you the best. I enjoyed "Tock" and almost nominated it. If I'd had four slots, I would have. I recently read through "Mindfield" for a taste of CB, and while I took issue with some of the ways you did things, I was pulled long well enough to get through the end of what was posted.

I hold no ill will towards you, and if anything admit that my strong opinion is no doubt partially a result of a feeling of rivalry. We share at least a few of the same fans, and having the same things said about both of our works when I view parts of yours as lacking makes a part of me cringe. This does not mean the necessarily are, that is just my opinion. It makes it no less how I feel, but it specifies that I can see why people would feel otherwise.

My writing has plenty of problems. tAoSG was rushed out the gate, same with Silver Eclipse. It took me way too long to get serious about polishing, and the tense issue I've had with you is in many of my pieces because I was simply too lazy to fix it. There was a reason Mike coined the term "A Madam Kistulot" and I think that shows I have my own purple side.

The things you hate about other people are the things you hate about yourself, so I guess I'm saying that while this doesn't change how I feel about your writing, it is only due to my own insecurity in my work that I react in such strong ways that make people think I don't know what an opinion is.

So, I can't promise you'll never be mentioned again. I can't promise I won't bitch or reference or who knows what, but I promise that you as a person have my respect, and I respect that you are able to draw in the readers that you do.

Well, I guess that sums up what I wanted to say.

I haven't read this version yet, but I heavily recommend Undertow by 8-bit. I still hope to win that Spiral, but if The Happily wins over me I admittedly won't be shocked.

I'd also like to give out another shout out to Melted Music by Frustrated. It was a great story, and you should all vote for it, because it was awesome. Maybe I'll give it a full review soon. Suffice it to say, Fru has a talent with poetic prose that I envy greatly.

That's all for now folks, and don't forget to vote for the Spirals!

~Madam Kistulot

This quick shout-out became a review, of a sort . . .

Skip to the post below, if you haven't read it, for a preview of the first Silververse spin-off story!

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I am thrilled to see Gasman's "Trailer Park Tango" as a green finalist. He truly deserves the encouragement and recognition for this honest, well-crafted, touching, and delightful story.

Daisy is the most poignant Domme I've read in a very long time. I abhor hicks, but this one grew on me as she cleverly and tenderly broke Mike of his prejudice and helped him to embrace his submissive nature. This was not a typical mean-and-green story; this was savoring and gentle. This could have been a cliché story—Mike is a football player and Daisy is a bit of a slut—but the clichés were spun well, background coloring instead of driving elements, and the focus was entirely on the D/s interaction. The control method isn't my favorite, but it works well in this case: Daisy does the real work to solidify and enhance the control it facilitates. Gasman weaves in his foot fetish enough that any foot fetishist reading this would be happy, but that isn't even the primary element. This is about submission: sweet, but firm, Femdom submission. Daisy is the gentle but incisive Domme most straight submissive men likely dream of meeting. This story is wonderful process: thoughts and motivations are detailed enough to enhance the story without lapsing into rambling or shifting the focus. This is about the process of submission, emotionally and mentally as much as physically.

The worst criticism I can think of for this story, aside from the phonetic handling of Daisy's dialogue being a bit much, is that it does look like the work of a less-experienced author . . . but one with real talent. One of my favorite things, period, is watching talented authors emerge fully into their gifts. I want to watch this with Gasman.

"Trailer Park Tango" is a beautiful story. I've always enjoyed Gasman's Garden flashes, so I was happy to see his name while sifting through the 2007 archive in search of Spiral nominations. I'm not sure how I missed this one originally! Please consider giving this story your green vote. Penny's "Bound by Name and Blood" is a good story, but her other three nominations are much better representations of her talent, I think. Sara's two stories in this category are good compared to the (other) dreck surrounding them in green overall, but they're really not shimmering. I think the synopsis says it all about "Chain of Command." Truly, Gasman's story is the stand-out story of this list. His would be worthy of a nomination or vote in any color.

Red? I can't talk about red or I will snark viciously. If you abhor Madam's work, please vote for "Gospel" or "The Happily." I did read the other two finalists . . . one is good, but not Award Good. The other, I really would viciously snark if I even mentioned the title. How these two excuses for quality got in over thrall and Tabico, I truly do not know!

Anyway! Encourage good writing. Encourage lesser-known good authors. Vote for "Trailer Park Tango!"

~Valbot

Preview!

Hello everyone, The Madam here again, and today with an extra special treat.

Though I've been told by the Valbot to postpone showing this off until I got an edit back . . . its a preview. You can all deal with a little bit of grammatic imperfection, right? Yay! Thats really the best way to go about these things, I'd say.

So, I didn't get as many comments as I wanted - honestly I just hoped for half. Damn, you're not supposed to say that . . . oh well! First, news! The Spiral Awards finalists have been revealed, and I am amongst them - twice! If you ever sent me fan mail or the like you already know this as I sent out my spiral awards newsletter.

So what now? Go to www.spiralawards.com and wait for it to magically update . . . or go: HERE and check out the nominations. Personally, I'd just recommend voting for my Ink Soaked Penumbra and the collaborative Go Team Porn, but that's just me!

How to vote? Well, you can't email Flibinite or Darkmind - They're both nominated! So, that leaves Rinky Dink, Topaz, and Nab. Now, Rinky Dink disappeared for no apparent reason, don't know Topaz very well, but if I remember my MCF history right Nab started these things and was upset when due to laziness and a hugely ugh technical snafu the spiral awards didn't get a chance last year, so I recommend emailing him at nabsq001@gmail.com with your nominations.

So, what're you waiting for? Vote! I needs me an award! And now, without further delayment!


Working Title: Electrum Introduction

Introduction:

The sensation of her nails clawing along my ass feels like heaven. We’ve fucked a thousand times but it still feels as intense as the first time. I used to think it was the thrill of how bad it would be if we got caught, but her lips wetly sucking on my neck dispel that theory. My thigh presses between hers as my nails dig into her hips, and my teeth close around her ear before giving a tender tug.

Raw, but restrained: that’s how she likes it so that’s how I like it.

I nip along her ear and slide my fingers roughly along her thighs to grasp behind them. Her body shakes as my fingers curl into her and I grind my body into hers hard enough that it feels like the whole world is shaking around us. My breasts mash into hers and I groan at the feeling of her hard nipples pressing against me. Her skin is soft and warm, but what I love about her body most is the way it glistens and shakes as she moans.

My lips trace a path to hers and I savor the feeling of her perfect lips against mine. They feel soft the way chocolate icing feels soft, but they yield so much less. Her taste makes me burn and soak against her thigh even more than the shaking of her leg.

Her nails dig into my thighs and tease more tender places, and I shake hard as she does. Nothing feels closer than this. Nothing feels better than her body and mine quivering as if we were joined at the clit.

It’s more than that. I rake my nails around and up her thigh, drawing back my leg just enough to cup my fingers around her sex. She clenches around my hand and I slide a fingertip up her slit before slipping inside. She clenches again, and even more when the second finger joins in. With each movement I start to memorize how her warm folds feel as she shudders and whines.

Her eyes almost look like they’re tugging themselves shut but can’t quite manage it, just enough open for me to gaze and dream of swimming in their depths. My thoughts are never this poetic when we’re not fucking. When we are I can’t think any other way.

Shaking fingers move from my thigh to my pussy, and I cry out as her fingers curl inside of me and start thrust in rhythm with her harsh breathing. It’s savageness makes my body burns hotter as I grind my whole body into my fingers. Her cry tells me just how deep she feels it and my fingers soak in the rewards of their continued vigor. A third joins them as my hips start to quiver.

The tips of her fingers start to heat up, feeling like electricity and a warm breeze rolled into one, and my eyes melt shut as I buck into her hand. The feeling spirals through my body, and I can feel it tugging my nipples against her breasts.

When she heats up like this, it’s like her body is a magnet and I’m made of metal. Its funny how true that can be sometimes, but right now I’m just flesh and sex. I whimper her name with each thrust and try to match them with my own. I’m in better shape, more toned and tight, but she’s got fingers that were born for grace and music. I can last longer, but she makes it so hard to last.

She cries out my name and it almost feels better than my fingers. It means that she feels more than jus the pleasure – she feels me. I nibble the place where her neck meets her body through the moans her fingers push out of me, curling my fingers more.

Her heat sizzles hotter, but she keeps it just cool enough so it won’t burn me away. She’s done it before and I love it, but this isn’t one of those times where we can afford the extra risk. If it were my fingers would be sizzling just like hers. My nipples shudder as her heat tugs them harder and I latch on to the other side of her neck. I find her clit with my thumb, and move my fingers faster, rougher, firmer. I can’t be graceful as she can, but I can make her feel every touch.

Our thighs are shaking quicker by the second, and I want it to last forever but it won’t. Her moans are too loud, and mine match, muffled in her flesh or not. My thighs clench harder around her hand and hers clench tighter around mine. I love it when she matches my movements, or I match hers. Something about it makes what should be wrong about this so much hotter.

The flood of pleasure is too strong, and I can’t fight it any more. Every barrier put in place to lengthen our pleasure melts away as we soak each other’s hands, and our screams have to be near the volume that breaks glass.

Our silence is even louder.

Slowly, our fingers that aren’t pruned move along each other’s bodies until they meet and slide between each other before squeezing tenderly close. My lips kiss their way to hers, and I savor her other lips’ exhausted clenching around my fingers. I love her so much. She’s always been in my life, and I never want that to change. I never want us to change. She was my first kiss, my first fuck, and I want her to be my lasts, too. It’s probably impossible, but that doesn’t make me crave it any less.

“We need to shower, or you’ll be late to work and I’ll be late to choir. This was risky enough with Sarah out on a day patrol . . . she could come back at any time . . .” Her voice makes me smile, even if her words make me sigh and fold up inside. “Hey, they’ll be gone tonight, we can cuddle more then.”

“Promise? If I’m looking forward to that all shift and you end up going out with your friends after choir I’ll be upset.” The look in her eyes screams that she knows she could get away with murder. She could go out with her friends and stay gone for a week, and I’d still be overjoyed to have her back. She would never do that, but if it happened I’d roll over for her like always.

At least tonight isn’t one of my special nights with mom. I love her training, but I love cuddling even more. At least I love cuddling more when it’s with my favorite cuddle partner. She’s so soft . . .

She laughs her musical laugh, the one that almost sounds as its set to a tune she could make me hear if she willed it hard enough, and her lips press to mine one last time before she starts to pull away. “I promise. Besides, it’s a big day tomorrow and I don’t want to be out all night. I’d much rather spend the night in here with you.”

“Hooray! My shift is going to feel like it’s taking forever, but it’ll be worth it. Plus, I love watching you all wet and soapy.” I grin, and she grins back. “Too bad we can’t have a quickie in the shower.”

I blow her a kiss with my wet fingers before starting to suckle them dry. Her pussy tastes so good a shudder rocks down my spine. No one could ever taste good as her. I don’t need to test that to know it’s true. Some things you just know deep inside of your heart.

I guess my earlier thought was wrong – I’m only poetic when it’s about her. Nothing else makes me open up like she does. With her it’s okay for me to be me. With everyone I have to hold back something.

Only she knows everything.

“Come on, Aurora! I’m not kidding – I really don’t want to be caught with my pants down if Sarah gets home. At least Valerie has a normal job that if anything will give her more hours not less . . . Sometimes I think you just like the thrill of getting caught.” She’s already halfway to the bathroom, and I rush to catch up. I can only imagine how Sarah would react . . .

“I know, Sylvia. I know. Trust me, the last thing I want is that.” I don’t tell her the thrill isn’t nearly as amazing as just being with her. Sometimes I think if she knew just how much I felt for her, she’d be afraid. I don’t want to lose her.

We slide into the steam of the shower, and wash away the evidence of our forbidden lust. Our love is encouraged, but our lust is not. It’s too cruel.

It makes me wish I were simple as most people think I am. There is one secret I keep from even Sylvia, so I guess that thought was wrong too. There’s so much wrong, and I’d love it if more things were right.

Our eyes lock through the steam, and I let myself enjoy the glistening of her silver and amethyst swirled eyes. Her irises are like twin yin yangs without the little dots. They used to be brown like mine, like our mother’s, before she grew into her gift. Her long, elegant hair is much the same, silver and amethyst weaved together in the most beautiful way anyone could ever imagine.

“I love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.”


And there you have it, the introduction to the first in what I'm calling Silver Girl: The Next Generation playfully in my head. Once I finish Sylvia's introductory story (both shaping up to be short chaptered stories, which I hope to follow with one chaptered stories sans for big sections) I might have a better name for the series, but yes, Aurora and Sylvia are both getting their own stories! Most of you likely already guessed that. Oh well!

Well, that's all for now, best wishes, comment . . . so forth! Tada!

~Madam Kistulot

I am a Lesbian, and I Read Cyan!

Blame a lovely woman named Virginia for this post.

Cyan deserves more attention as literature if not as sex appeal.

Read "Making Jeremy", a touching first-person narrative that twists blunt description and purple phrasing to hilarious effect. I think this is Nexis’s most approachable work, despite the graphic male/male sex, given its lighthearted humor and pathos. Saying this story is cleverly constructed is almost a spoiler. Read this as a good piece of short, piquing literature. Looking at it this way should make the sex scenes less squicky.

"Before I Forget" is a tech-centered story with glimpses of detailed conditioning and a creepy conspiracy. This one diverges from humor and clever wordplay in favor of a minimalist narrative with a trilby-esque flavor. I can't say much about this one without spoilers, either. "Before I Forget" is a succinct take for this niche of the genre. Usually these stories are redundant or serpentine; even trilby frequently writes into that trap. What little "sex" there is in this piece shouldn't squick any who read it as literature.

"Mac's Vacation" could be read as stroke, but it’s good stroke. This is a great, nicely paced sci-fi piece, succinct where it needs to be and obsessively detailed where the target audience would likely most appreciate it. This one really isn’t about the sex either so much as the kinks: tickling, teasing, freezing, drugging, milking, massage, technophilia, and androids. This probably won’t be enjoyable at all to non-cyan readers unless one is looking for a story to read only as mind control through physical manipulation. The entire point of Mac’s trip is to experience orgasm after orgasm with detailed play in between.

These stories are worth reading purely for the quality of their construction and content. “Making Jeremy” and “Before I Forget” were two of my cyan nominations for the Spirals. My other was A Dark and Stormy Night. A literature professor reads several stories from a student with subtle (to him) hypnotic ability. There’s a hilarious, intentionally awful writing assignment starting this piece, a detailed and emotionally engrossing account of Holmes and Watson as a gay couple, and an alluring vampire. This one is a little creepy and sexually graphic. Nexis has a thing for biting! This one is also worth reading purely for the story.

Nexis understands writing. All of his stories are distinct in tone. All of them are solidly constructed. He actually uses literary devices masterfully, and his attempts at wordplay are actually clever. His fetish writing is obsessively elaborate. His characters are poignant and believable. He writes strong, natural dialogue. He already writes better than all but the Archive's almost universally agreed upon masters. Based on some of what I read from last year while looking for Spiral nominations, he stands among them.

Nexis does write good sex, at least what looks to me like good sex for those who enjoy male/male sex. He can write tender or rough, sappy or dispassionate, tailoring the language expertly to the type of situation and personalities involved. Sex is the vehicle for mind control, or an adjunct to other methodology; sex is not the destination or the bulk of the stories. He enjoys underwear, biting, massages, and slow hypnotic patter. His enjoyment of the themes he covers is evident from the obsessive detail and the seamless way in which he interlaces them into narratives often unrelated to them.

Nexis's characters are always poignant. Thought processes, visceral reactions, minor quirks, distinct voices: this writer understands people and knows how to vividly write them! Character voice varies magnificently from story to story and within each story. He knows how to incorporate natural dialogue. The social dynamics threaded through many of his stories feel organic; these could be case studies as easily as they are stories. Nexis isn’t afraid to be blunt, but he’s good at being subtle and eerie, too.

Nexis writes better short stories, I think, but what glows in his longer stories makes me think he’ll eventually master that style, as well. I didn’t get far with Brighton Rock, but I’m extremely picky with comic book stories, and this was his first EMCSA posting. His recent work shimmers. Those who don’t mind arrogance in writing might be able to appreciate his reality-based writing. He does explore his interest in writing as an art in fascinating ways. I read those stories as case studies, which is pretty much what they are since Nexis is speaking clearly as and about himself.

I advise avoiding Nexis’s stories about writing. Nexis gets downright masturbatory in an extremely unflattering way when he writes about the craft itself. "A Story for Mathew," "Whatever Happened to What's His Name?": these works paint him as disgustingly arrogant and a touch sardonic. One of these stories details an unappreciative fan who may or may not be a real person being trained to, well, appreciate him. As much as I adore this man’s talent, I find this side of his work appalling. He’s great so long as he’s not writing about himself. These stories explore fascinating points, but the tripe and arrogance makes them extremely difficult to appreciate. Edit: An e-mail exchange with Nex leaves me rather ashamed of this assessment. He really is disturbingly good at intense characterization! These stories are not based in reality; they are merely explorations of a different kind. If anything, my reaction is a reflection of his talent as a writer and of my lacking talent as a reviewer.

A smaller flaw is his minor technical errors. Missing particles, tense errors easily attributed to typos: these things are hard to catch without a proofreader. Sometimes his writing gets a bit gimmicky (obvious twists, verbatim repetition of an earlier scene to show hypnotic change, scene arrangement itself used to pull a story along), but not nearly so gimmicky as most of the stories I snark. Nexis has enough talent for me to notice these things more than I would in most stories on the Archive. I think he will attain the level of skill for which he is obviously striving. He improves dramatically from story to story, sans the ones about himself, and even those (he tends to place full, shorter stories within longer ones to show various points) sometimes contain good shorter stories.

Some other stories to consider:

"The Magic Words" This is a beautiful, short, well-spun D/s exchange. Nexis writes particularly interesting submissive characters!
"Dreamwork" Not all of his writing-about-writing stories are bad. This one has a turning-the-tables slant, and I think Nexis might be a switch (this would explain his ability to write so well from both sides).
"Dear Robert" This gets a little pompous, but the twist is done well enough to make this a good read. Nexis really does seem to have a thing for turning the tables. This one gets a little creepy.

I'll post from time to time about good cyan finds. I read this color purely as literature. Some of Nexis's stories would probably turn me on to no end if they were red. Erotica rarely turns me on in anything but an engrossed intellectual way, so this, to me, truly says something about Nexis Pas's ability to tell a good story.

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Also: visit #argentgarden on bondagenet! Madam's IRC channel is growing. This is really a geeky hangout where the geeks happen to enjoy EMC, or at least erotic hypnosis. We play Scrabble, give ourselves headaches by discussing temporal mechanics, share hypnosis experiences, geek out over D&D and video games, and discuss the weekly updates. #argentgarden is busiest in the evening (PST). Darksong and his infamous Shelley were there earlier tonight. Some of the regulars don't even visit the forums: one doesn't need to be aware of community politics or events to fit in with us. Why not visit our odd, geeky corner of IRC? (One doesn't need to be a geek, but the Madam is a touch insane. Beware!)

Madam's first Silververse spin-off story is sizzling. She is much better now at tightly braiding heat with complex plot, and her worry about Aurora sounding too much like Sarah is a silly one. Aurora's first story is dark in a way Madam hasn't explored previously. This series will be readable without knowledge of the previous series. Please comment on her post below, if you haven't already, so she'll post a preview! She's going to make everyone wait until November for the entirety of these stories (but they'll be much more thoroughly edited, at least).

~Valbot

Been Awhile!

Hey, all!

I know, it's been awhile. Not even months and this blog is underposted in, huh?

Problem is, I kinda don't wanna talk about this writing project too much! It's going very good, but as I have like 50 ideas of where to take it, I don't want to start having Vaporstories. How do you make vaporware refer to storytelling? I don't know. I don't want to get hopes up or confuse people, because thats just a shit thing to do.

So, I've been kinda quiet. Updates have just been meh overall, so I haven't commented on them. I decided to take the stance of "unless this is so painfully bad I need to say something, I'll only comment if its good" if only because I'm sick of being told I'm only negative just because I'm responding to things that I react to negatively. If I were writing about politics after the 2004 US Presidential election? It would be even worse.

Legacy was a good trilby story, but it left me feeling disappointed. I enjoy a lot of trilby's stories, and it hurts to see a good writer become so predictable. I know some people really like formulas, but this felt like it was being spiced up. It made me a little depressed and doubt my own writing that it failed to deliver.

Taken has so far held my interest, but failed to really feel all that full of life. Maybe I'm bored with the genre? It doesn't feel like that's the case at all. I'm full of ideas and I've been enjoying some older stories I didn't get a chance to read when they were new . . . sigh.

I know it makes me sound awful, but I'd love a thrall or Tabico story for 2008 so badly. I know there are other good authors - and I'd love to see something from them too - but sometimes you just need to see writing from the people that inspired you to write in the first place that doesn't resonate as being hollow and oddly unfulfilling.

Sigh. I'm getting snarky in a melancholy way. That can't be any better than angry.

So I'll close this by saying that posts by me are likely to be somewhat infrequent.

The Spiral Awards also failed to meet their deadline. One thing I've been looking forward to in the MC Community was the chance to see if even with the animosity I've inspired if my writing is worth even being nominated.

Them dropping the ball like this really disappoints me. The Spirals have done very little to establish themselves as a valid MC Story award. They can't happen every year, keep to their own time tables . . . and their site shows no changes for two years, nor is it quick loading or efficient. Most people I've sent there get confused.

I screamed in support of them before. I wanted to do so again as a sign that I do believe parts of the community have good to them that can even get me involved.

Also, the website does not indicate this, and as far as I know, the only place you can see voting is extended is if you're a member of the forums. So, instead of being able to . . . oh . . . I dunno . . . actually look at the HQ for this thing, I have to reload this page to know what's going on. This feels to me like a train wreck so far.

Way to drop the ball.

Well... If ten people, different people, comment on this post... I might post the rough rough draft of the intro to the story I'm working on. Tell your friends!


~Madam K

Spiral Awards! (and other things)

Love them or hate them, the Spiral Awards are back. Only stories ending in 2007 are eligible. More details can be found in this Garden post.

Frustrated's gorgeous "Melted Music" definitely will be the first of my yellow nominations for 2007! 8-bit's "The Happily" springs immediately to mind for red.

Madam, as much as I love you, I am NOT nominating "Go Team Porn!" for purple! That was hilarious upon first reading, but merda.

Real Life is to blame for my recent lack of posting. I haven't read much in the last three updates, sans one obvious red story. "Legacy" was delicious on its own, but I wish trilby would explore less predictable avenues. Certain themes that aren't tired genre-wise are tired coming from him since readers know what to expect.

Maybe we should post about something other than writing and the MC community. Would any of you find hypno posts interesting? Hypnosis is one topic we can ramble about happily with little snark.

I am faintly shaking from the amount of coffee I've consumed. OH! Welcome to Portland, Doublefine! Belatedly. *glances about shiftily* What else . . . ? Madam is slowly working on the first Silververse spin-off story, though that won't be publicly available until many months from now. She's been indulging hypnofun and working on the MC-themed game she'll be putting up as a demo soon.

Ideas for future posts are welcome. What do you want to read from Madam, or from me? Maybe we should hypnotically turn Erika into Quillspawn and have her do reviews . . . Coffeegasm. ^.~

Oh, triggers. Few things are more fun than hitting two coffee-possessed souls at once! The two programmed to coffeegasm experience the sweetest, darkest espresso imaginable sinking into their tongues as a wave of euphoria momentarily melts them.

I think I need to shut up. Happy Spirals, and do consider nominating some of Madam's work if you find her stories enjoyable. (Why did "Coping Mechanism" have to end this year?!) I guess I'll have to go with Ink Soaked Penumbra or one of its lead-ins.

~Valbot