brainofck

Due to weird family Friday night behaviors, I wrote about 1200 words after dinner! I never get to write in that time slot. Should put me at my 10k by the end of the month more easily.

Of course, it is handwritten, so I still have to convert it to electrons. That should be about a 30 minute typing test, by itself.

This story is set in LA in 1994, and begins as Daniel walks out of his lecture fiasco into the rain with all of his belongings in the world in two suitcases. So I have been toodling along, writing this as if this were a constrained vertical landscape, but THINKING that a lot of the action would take place in South Central. (Yes, laugh. It's all I deserve. I carefully avoided watching any of the relevant movies in the late 80s early 90s.)

Anyway, yesterday, I wanted to look at some footage or photos or whatever of South Central so that I could do a better job of setting the scene. *facepalm* Like Jack could blend into the background in South Central. That place is FLAT. And weirdly wide open. The roads are really broad, and the houses have little yards. And no wonder nobody walks in LA, the sprawl is crazy. Plus, I want him to be able to possibly be somewhat feared among the locals, and I think the kind of subtle threat that Jack would project would just not be that scary to roving bands of angry, armed juvenile gangbangers.

So this morning I decided to do some *actual research* and realized I was a total idiot. I wanted Jack to be holed up, probably in some abandonded industrial location, so I put in "industrial district Los Angeles" and low and behold, I found "Skid Row." (Also known as Central City East.) Yes. Go ahead. Laugh more. It's thick with homeless, it's been converted in the 90s to a commercial/industrial zone, so I figure it would have been in transition in '94. Plus it is within a mile or so of the hotel where Daniel was giving his lecture. It has lots of services for the homeless, so it would be a natural place for someone to take Daniel when they found him confused on the street. AND it has the added benefit of being convenient to the type of people that I want to have paying Jack for sex. So.

Research. A writer's best friend. No, Reston, VA, is not a concrete block structure under an overpass, and Fairfax County is not full of cornfields and chickens. *prods other writers*

Summer of Stargate! OK, teh promised J/D AU that I was trying to have ready for Christmas just got drafted for SOS, beacuse it is teh Victorian lighthouse ghost story, and it would be WONDERFUL to get it illustrated! Plus, it is already 15K and it is not quite done, so I should be able to look at it a bit more and get it up to 20K easily.

Now. For my second SoS Act?

Would people be more interested in me FINALLY doing the mpreg saga (already 3200 words or so) OR trying to do the story where Jack and Daniel are both homeless? I got an idea from New Tricks that has me thinking I know what to do with the homeless idea now.

Canon MPreg? Or CK tackles crime fic AU with added addiction?

Or does anyone have the magic 20K idea that I should be writing RIGHT THE HELL NOW?

Also, I have a shorter piece that I will get finished up and out, as a down payment for the ghost story that I just YOINKED.

I'm working on a thing. I wanted it to be ready for Christmas, but I got off schedule due to The Barbarian's bronchitis week. Then I was hoping it would be ready for yesterday, but I didn't make it. I still thought it would be ready for today, but I realized late yesterday that it is 30 pages long and not done and even were I to finish the rough draft today, there's no way I could edit it and get it beta'd and posted today. So. IOU one Jack/Daniel AU.

Anybody out there have the ability to check a Latin quote I found on the web and make sure it's not stupid/wrong?

Oh, dear Lord.

For this year's jd_ficathon, lupin_stargazer requested:

Two (2) Requirements:
1. Pole dancing
2. Sheer scarves
Optional Request: alien ritual/custom
Restriction #1: no non/dub-con
Restriction #2: no wussy!Daniel

For your pre-reading education, I suggest this basically SFW gallery of pole dancing moves.

Title: Three Wedding Dances
Author: muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: R
Summary: Pole dancing, sheer scarves, and alien wedding rituals.
Content/warnings: None.
Words: 2405
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Beta: zats_clear


( Three Wedding Dances )

by: brainofck
fandoms: Stargate SG-1
kinks: blades, exhibitionism, breathplay, bodily secretions, shoe/foot fetish

Sharp Relief (Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neil, blades)
summary: Jack and his damned knives.
content notes: Could read as dubious consent. Otherwise, no content notes apply

Best Foot Forward (Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neil, exhibitionism)
summary: Daniel knew he was an exhibitionist.
content notes: No content notes apply

All the Way to Infinity (Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neil, breathplay)
summary: A lot of guys exploited the "special ops" thing for sex. People found the profession irresistible. It generated lots of cheap, but successful, pickup lines. Jack just found the whole thing kind of creepy.
content notes: No content notes apply.

The Sweet, Salty Taste of Tears (Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neil, bodily secretions)
summary: It was a crying shame that neither of them had thought of this strategy sooner. Years of petty backbiting could have been replaced by regular suck jobs. It couldn't have made their working relationship any worse.
content notes: Rape. Otherwise, no content notes apply.

For Want of a Shoe (Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neil, shoe/foot fetish)
summary: When they busted Jack out of the goa'uld prison, there weren't any shoes to fit him.
content notes: No content notes apply.

Title: All the Way to Infinity
Author: muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A lot of guys exploited the "special ops" thing for sex. People found the profession irresistible. It generated lots of cheap, but successful, pickup lines. Jack just found the whole thing kind of creepy.
Content/warnings: For the Breathplay square on my kink bingo card.
Words: 1193
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Beta: zats_clear, and Zats, I'm sorry I didn't go with a Inland Sea ficlet. Maybe some other time.


( All the Way to Infinity )

Many thanks to the commenters here and here for all the thoughts about what Daniel would draw or write.

Title: Sharp Relief
Author: muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack and his damned knives.
Content/warnings: For the Blades square on my kink bingo card. Includes knife and blood play.
Words: 1500
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only. muck_a_luck and brainofck
The Matrix: Spring. The Matrix is located here.
Beta: zats_clear


( Sharp Relief )

The audience often tips strippers by shoving cash into boots and waistbands, or so Hollywood would have us believe. Alas, at the age of 40, I have never been to a real life strip show. Husband was dragged to one by his uncles when he was 19 or something. He says they are depressing.

Anyway, what happens when the article of clothing with the waistband comes off? Where does the money go? One friend opined that the bottoms DON'T come off. True?

Secondly, suppose a guy is stripping. Body builders show off the definition of their bodies with oil. Does a stripper do the same thing somehow?