My CorsetMy CorsetA Poem, by PunkaeBlack satin, steel,Ribbons and eyelets,pure perfection.I put you onand feel beautiful,anew,each time.My heart races;I am fierce.I am alive.
I will miss you, my dear friend.I have waited a few days on writing this. Reason one was I was literally too sad and too emotionally drained to think properly. The only thing I could really write was something short and very sad. The second reason is something along the lines of wanting to collect my thoughts because I want to do this properly. Third is I needed it to sink in, so I could be mentally prepared for this. It took some time to get there. I'm not confident that I've fully accepted things, but I know I'm doing a bit better on that front than I was a few days ago. With that in mind, I'd like to take a few moments to commemorate my friend, to share some things about him and send him off to the great unknown with love and respect.For those of you who don't know, I recently lost a very good friend of mine, EinhanderZwei. He was a gentle Ukrainian fellow who had a passion for art and game development, along with '80s music, equality, moral standards, gaming in general, among many other things. He was
PracticePracticeA Haiku, by PunkaeAgain! Try again!Kneel down low, and bow your head;be perfect, my pet.
Best FriendsBest FriendsA poem, by PunkaePat his head, pet his hair.Tell him he's been good.Pull the ropes tighter still;Love, you've naught to fear.My dear, my pet,blushing, gasping sweet.Slap! goes the crop,as he kneels at my feet.
Choices, ChoicesChoices, ChoicesA Haiku, by PunkaeSoft ropes or ribbons,which shall I use on you, love?Both are so pretty.
After The Show: Part 1Shifting uncomfortably, Sam twitched and groggily opened her eyes. Last night had been the Rammstein gig, and what little she could piece together that hadn't been blacked out by alcohol consumption and the deafening, boot-stomping rhythm of Links 2 3 4, was that it was one of the best nights she'd ever had. Seeing her favourite band live in their own home country, chugging lethal amounts of beer with her closest friends andSomething wasn't right. She didn't recognise the room she was in, not the colour of the walls or the smell of... now something else, she realised, was wrong. She was tied up. Bound from ankles to neck in thick white ropes, intricately binding her hands behind her back and her wrists firmly to her lower torso, which was rigidly embalmed in what seemed like a mile of rope and duct tape. She squealed softly, and heard only a muffled, near-silent whine as she recognised her neck scarf folded neatly into a gag that had silenced her. It tasted like vodka a s
Origins: Princess of ThievesThe sharp, shrill sound of the whistle set off the chase, with the patrol of the Elven Imperial Guard running down the stone pathways of Aranhaven, all of them trying to keep track of the lithe silhouette that darted from rooftop to rooftop. The figure had been seen climbing from the bedroom window of a noblewoman’s bedroom, with the poor victim being found hogtied and gagged within her own wardrobe. The Imperial Guard had been sent for at once, and it was not long until they had found the perpetrator enjoying the show from a rooftop across from the noblewoman’s mansion. The six-strong patrol was determined to catch the brazen villainess, but that of course was by design. After all, it was the most fun part of the entire exercise.Kailandrea grinned wickedly as she deftly leapt along the houses that made up Aranhaven’s market district, having practiced this little game many a night before executing her midnight visit to Lady Arabella. Kai
Tied up at the officeIt was Tuesday. Tuesday was a lot of things in the lair of B. For Donna it was, well mostly another day at the office. An office where she also just happened to live.For Donna Muffletine, secretary extraordinaire. What was more important then the fact it was Tuesday was which date and what time, exactly, you were talking about. Punctuality, neatness and facts were her bread and butter. Traits certainly appreciated by Tarja, the resident grouch. Or, perhaps not so much the grouch as the anchor that kept a boat full of crazies from shooting off into space. It really depended on how you looked at it.To Donna a Tuesday was a list of appointments, schedules and phone call. Or rather e-mails, as Donna tended to have a habit of wearing ball gags during work hours, making actual conversations a series of mumbles and the other party looking confused. Coupled with the eerie feeling that whatever Donna just said, was probably right.Then there where Meetings. Sometimes a meeting was simpl
The Fire Within - Chapter OneDead. That one word was all that lingered in my mind like a dark, black shadow that touched each of my thoughts. Yes, she’s long gone now. Gone like the ashes flowing in the wind towards an uncertain and melancholic future. It was a house fire that killed my friend. She had burned to death. Burned. I had heard her ear-piercing shrill moments before I arrived at her house.I was rushing over with tears in my eyes and my friend on my mind. The wind whipped through my hair like water as the smoke stung my eyes making my caged tears flow down my face freely. They only left paths of despair in their tracks. But I could only focus on the orange glow of the fire behind the black silhouette of the trees getting brighter as I got near. The smoke suffocated my lungs and they felt like they were going to collapse, but I kept running. I saw the house in view, the orange and red flame ingesting my friend’s house. Movement on the ground caught my eye. I’m too late, I thought as my
Unbreakable Heart- Prologue“Mei! Mei! Where are you?” Touko screamed.She saw the flames licking at every house on the tiny island, consuming everything it could and showing no mercy on the people of the village. People rushed around everywhere, racing to get to the docks. The six-year-old girl looked around everywhere for her little sister.“Mei!” She screamed again into the night sky.This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a mistake. How could she have known this would happen?Then again, it was all her fault.The roar of the angry Hydreigon filled the night air and snapped the girl out of her thoughts. She reached into the bag that was strapped around her, pulling out her four Pokémon.“Mila and Ghost, make sure that everyone is out of the village and at the docks. Samuel, Denya, you two come with me. We have to find Mei!” She said.The Zoura, Mila, and the Duskull, Ghost, both ran off to make sure everyone was safe. Denya, an Oshawott and Samuel, a Snivey,
Pokemon: Storm Clouds Ch. 23"Gerald, I want you to listen closely to me. You can wander off, but don't leave sight of the house. And stay close to Tuber at all times!""Aw Mom, I'm big now--I can handle it! Stop worrying!"Tuber never stopped thinking those were happy times. They lived on the outskirts of a tiny town, skirting the edge of the nearby forest. He'd been born in that forest, found and caught by the happy young couple when he was still small. The happy couple who were his trainers were parents also, of an infant son named Gerald. They raised them together: pokemon and boy, side by side.Tuber's current friends would not recognize him if they saw him then. He was happy and energetic, and always smiling. He and Gerald would frolic and play together in those glad times; through the grass, under the clouds, laughing all the way.Gerald's parents made it clear to Tuber, however, that when the two were toge
Late for the InterviewTakada Miki hurried down the street, doing her best not to run despite knowing that she would be cutting it close for her interview. Her shift at the cafe had gone long due to a last minute rush of customers, and now she found herself trying to traverse the four city blocks to get to office where she hoped she would get to live out her dream of becoming a private detective. Okay, so the interview was just for an office assistant, but being able to work with real life private eyes and learn first-hand from them was too good of an opportunity to pass up.Miki picked up her pace as she glanced at her watch. She was a slim and pretty girl at eighteen, with short, spiky black hair, and had inquisitive brown eyes. She was dressed casually for her time at the cafe in black cargo pants and a tight pink and black stripped rugby shirt that she wore with the sleeves rolled to her elbows and the white collar turned up to fan her slender neck. Over her right shou
Escape Artist: Vol. II“Hrrmph! Mmpph! Rrrmph!” Ada grunted, with each swing. “Mmpph! Mmpphh! Hhmmph!”Overhead, the old iron fixture in the ceiling, through which the ropes suspending her were fed, creaked, squeaked, wobbled a little more each time.Her arms and legs strained, ached, her shoulders were sore, after so long with her arms bent and stretched behind her, and her back arched the wrong way. It was hard work, this escaping business, but she was getting there. Even if with the leather hood smothering her face and the masses of tape wrapped around her mouth under it, she was constantly panting, and out of breath.Ada would escape. Of that there was no doubt. And with each swing, the old fixture rattled and came a little looser.Loosened a little more with each pass. Shook free of the ancient screws a little more under her body's momentum, the weight--not that she was particularly, heavy or anything, at that. Ada was in peak physical condition, and her physique was honed to pe
FF War's Eternal Flame FinalIt didn't take Sephiroth long to reach the airship and when he did he cast a fire spell which hit the side of the airship and created a hole in the side of it's hall. He flew in the hole he made and was standing in the middle of the airship and retracted his wing."My, my. We have uninvited guests. Go take care of them as this act doesn't call for any." Kuja ordered as four shadows behind her got up and walked towards the middle of the airship. "Ultimecia, have a black mage move towards the center of the red eye." Kuja ordered."What are you planning?" Ultimecia asked as she had one of the floating black mages move towards the center."You'll see." Kuja said as she was glowing with a black aura and was chanting a spell. Soon the red eye began to glow and struck the black mage with white lighting blot and soon the black mage took up a human appearance of Auron who was then levitated behind Ultimecia. "Go forth and attack!" Kuja ordered and Auron exited the room.Seeing no one around, Se
FF War's Eternal Flame Pt 1The year is 2121 A.D, for as long as anyone can remember the planet of Gaia has been at constant war with two major factions going at one another for total control of the planet. The dominating faction, filled with machines, science and a will for battle is the Unified Empire. The other faction, filled with knowledge, magic, and hope is the Holy Order.The ancient war between these two factions would still be continuing today if it was not the decision of the current UE leader, Gabranth and the decision of the current HO leader, Aerith to end the war once and for all. Their decision brought much happiness and relief to many of the people, but there were some who still hungered for battle, still hungered for war.Every year on the date of the end of the war, the two factions would come together and hold some type of competition to see who had better skills and the winner would take home the Fabula Nova Crystallis trophy, a trophy made out of pure white crystal and who ever he
STAR ELF VI - A New Rope“To adventure!” declared Vi, leaning back in the pilots chair of his sleek Arrowhead Interceptor, the triangular spacecraft zooming through the vastness of space towards their destination. The ship's computer, called Sister, had picked up the distress signal an hour ago, and Vi had gleefully agreed to go to the rescue. There was nothing more exciting than playing the hero, and Vi liked to think he played the role well.“We are approaching the vessel now,” intoned the electronic voice of Sister. On the cockpit view screen, a large transport craft hung in space. It seemed lifeless, but the emergency beacon emanating from it indicated otherwise. “Then I better prepare!” Vi said, jumping out of the pilot seat as Sister engaged the autopilot. Like most star elves, Vi was lithe in build, with a almost feminine heart-shaped face, and long jet black hair hung past his tapered ears in long bangs. He was dressed in a skin-tight l
Tokyo NightsIt had been a long flight – a ridiculously long flight – but I was prepared for it, sleeping between the meals, so that I was at least awake when I stepped out into the arrivals area.A number of people were holding cards with names written on them – I presumed they were names, my knowledge of written Japanese been minimal – but I did see one with my name on it – held by a young woman with her chestnut brown hair held up on her head, wearing a black double breasted blazer over a white blouse with a red leather tie. She was also wearing a red mini skirt and black leather over the knee boots.“Mister Smith? I have your car waiting outside for you.”“Excellent,” I said as I followed her out, and into a parking area. She stopped by a white sports car, and said “I believe this is what you have been assigned?”“Very nice, and the payment method?”“I have been instructed to take you to the pl
The Geek's Guide to Lit GroupsThe Geek's Guide to Lit Groups Links: Groups with names beginning with A - H Groups with names beginning with I - S Groups with names beginning with S - Z The Geek's Guide to Inactive GroupsOMG it's DONEWhat's done?! IT'S DONE. I have spent days and days and days collecting a list of all the lit groups I could find (1901 groups to be exact!), then I went through each one and moved all the groups that had no discernible activity in the past 12 months to the Inactive Groups list (see links above). Then
The Penguin's HaulA fanfiction based on the live-action Batman television program from the 1960s’s.*”It’s a beautiful, sunny morning in Gotham City. The social elite pass the day paying calls on one another, and the Gorman residence is no exception!”*“Nancy, dear, must you gyrate about to that electric cacophony?” Mrs. P. J. Gorman asked her daughter.“You need to unbend, mother,” Nancy replied, continuing to dance to the rock and roll music. She wore a flower dress with bell sleeves; her blonde hair, shoulder length, ended with a smart curl. “It’s the grooviest new sound. Join in! Don’t be such a square!”“Better a square than a squiggle,” the elderly woman announced, eyeing her daughter’s movements disdainfully. “Yes, what is it, Kayves?” she asked as the butler glided silently into the room.“A visitor, madam,” he intoned, handing
Final Fantasy VI Tickle Story - Terra's Ordeal"Ooooooh! What do we have here...a disobedient child! Fuhuahahaha!"Terra Branford, a shy and fragile girl, aged 18, stared blankly into the eyes of her enemy. She could make out no words, no sounds, as the positively powdered and pleased Kefka Palazzo shot her a wicked grimace.Her eyes gazed down in defeat, attempting to draw herself away from the coldest stare that seemed to be burning her....Terra was a rather collected young woman, half-human and half-Esper, complete weapon. Her hands slowly descended, resting on her sides. She wore an elegant red dress with a breathtaking, starry sash that rested softly above her flowery stockings and ruby red boots. A strand of her lovely greenish-blonde hair fell from her ponytail, a mere strand that delicately sat comfortably on the carpeted floor.She was quite adorable, until her expression seemed to faint slightly from the clownish demon's sudden outburst."Run...run...run away all you wish! You can never...you will always return here to m
Shibari ConstrictorShibari ConstrictorFreestyle, by PunkaeHeated, heart beating,Twisting, turning.My breath on the airike ghosts in the wind.Chill surrounds me,fire within me.Ropes like snakes,coiled around me.Twisting, turning,suspended above.