tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91107536635610225362024-03-13T06:25:41.539-07:00mmhmmmand a little bit of unfmarcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-62212133921012365632022-01-21T23:42:00.002-08:002022-01-21T23:48:02.110-08:00Just A SipIt was autumn now, and the days were growing shorter, but they were still unbearably long. Dark could not come fast enough for Joshua Orel’s liking. He busied himself unnecessarily, trying to make the hours of sunlight tick away that much faster. He collected rents for his family’s properties in the morning, he audited the ledgers in which he recorded said rents, and he took it upon himself to go to the afternoon market for the next day’s meat and milk–a task normally reserved for his part-time maidservant, Margaret.
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By late afternoon, Joshua’d run out of things to do. His flat was clean, his laundry done, and Maggie had left his meal evening meal warm and waiting so that he had only to remove it from the cast iron cookstove that sat to one end of the modestly sized kitchen. He sat, languished, and stared at the light pouring in past the open curtains framing the glass-inset doors that led to his tiny balcony. He tried to read, but he couldn’t focus. Over, and over again, his gaze swept to the curtains, to the doors, to the bare metal chair and table on the narrow balcony, to haze of the city sky beyond.
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For Alice, with gratitude for the commission. Happy Halloween, everybody!</div>
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Ah-ah-ah bang! went the screen door at the front of the little market. Devon glared at it, sighed, and went back to stacking cans into the specified pyramid. He turned each one just so, and contemplated, not for the first time, peeling all of the labels off. He also contemplated just knocking them all over and storming out. Unfortunately for Devon, he needed to eat, and he didn’t like the idea of risking getting picked up by the cops. Again.</div>
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“You look good in rope,” Nicholas all but purred as he admired
his handiwork.</div>
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“Is that some kind
of colonizing bullshit?” Mayank teased, the sly slant of his dark
eyes and his wide grin giving him away. “White man power tripping
over my brown skin in ropes?”</div>
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“Don’t think I
hadn’t considered it before,” Nicholas replied in measured tones.
“I do try to avoid fetishizing people, but I think we’re safe in
any case. You came to me, after all, <i>and</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
you asked me to tie you up.</span>” He leaned close, his breath
tickling at Mayank’s ear. “I could untie you if you like. A few
little pulls and that harness will be so unraveled it wouldn’t hold
a kitten.”</div>
<a href="http://marcusavenier.blogspot.com/2018/09/good-in-rope.html#more">So you want to read more...</a>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-19666193212819742722018-08-22T09:41:00.000-07:002018-08-22T11:12:58.511-07:00NormalThe first thing that Devon was aware of as he regained consciousness, was the cold air sliding across the back of his leg. The second thing was the pressure of his bladder. His eyes had crusted shut the way they always did this time of year, and moving to Florida hadn’t helped that any. He rolled to his back, knuckling at one despite the fact that it tore at his lashes and irritated his lids, and forced the other to open on its own. He’d pay for that later, but he had to see the body that belonged to the weight in the bed next to him.<br>
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<a href="http://marcusavenier.blogspot.com/2018/08/normal_22.html#more">So you want to read more...</a>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-51763856267106901052018-08-21T23:59:00.000-07:002018-08-22T09:41:55.752-07:00inconvenient delusions I think of you in the dark and the quiet, of your sly smile and cunning words. I think of the things you would say to me in the stillness of the morning, when all the world was asleep save for us and the stars. I dream of the trust that was born in those moments. Trust without pretext, or preamble, or. pre anything. A spontaneous and consuming notion that birthed itself undeservedly between us.<br />
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It was so certain, that trust-- that trust. That trust that let you tie me face down on your scratchy wool rug the first time... the thousand times that followed. I can remember the smell and the feel of it on my cock as well as I can the smell of your aftershave and the way it felt when you tickled my slit with the corner of your nail. I knew, with absolute certainty, that you would always untie me. I knew that you would hold me, and kiss me, and let me stay outside of my head just as long as I needed.<br />
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What does that make me now? Alone, longing for that knowing again, unable to trust myself enough to even consider judging the feasibility of a chance encounter, let alone anything of longer duration? If I cannot trust myself to know just whom I can trust, is there anything at all left for me in the here and now?<br />
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But more importantly, how do I stop thinking of you every time I pull at myself in the shower? I can't even trust myself not to cum at the slightest scrap of memory- your cock cleaving me in two, your hips trying to hammer me through the wall, ugly yellow tile and all.<br />
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I think of you all the time, even in the light and the noise, but it's these quiet hours that undo me. It's these quiet hours that leave me bereft, aching and yearning.. for trust.marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-16872311002419542102017-09-27T18:14:00.000-07:002017-09-27T18:15:28.786-07:00What are we but our vulnerable places? The places neither of us can see?<br />
But i would tickle Your secrets with my fingertips,<br />
and breathe life between whispered words.<br />
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i would caress the undersides of Your breasts<br />
where the skin is tender and folds,<br />
and lift the weight of Your belly<br />
to nibble at each hidden hip.<br />
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What are we but these things we do<br />
between the promises of what will come next?<br />
And though i have oft held my lips to Yours,<br />
anticipation sends me groveling for more.<br />
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i would drag my mouth trembling -<br />
sighing, soft, and warm -<br />
along the dark dusky curves of Your thighs<br />
(the ones that You claim to hate).<br />
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What am i but kneeling before You? Lost in a sea of skirts?<br />
But i would worship You with my palms,<br />
pray hard with lips and tongue,<br />
until Your breath cried Truth at last,<br />
and Your toes touched again to the ground.<br />
<br />marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-49410196477951988512015-09-24T00:19:00.000-07:002015-09-24T00:57:18.420-07:00Depression<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Depression. You see it in the media all the time. We’ve all come to learn the signs. Darkened rooms, the cold light of the television on staring faces, eating pints of ice cream, occasionally singing with woeful songs, and perhaps crying along with the lyrics. Mattresses on the floor in corners, the sun shining in. Too long without food, and perhaps crying over the cathartic drag of serrated blade through skin. We see these things in movies, or on television, and we know— oh, they’re depressed. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">For me, it is different. I didn't even recognize it at first. It’s a thousand breaths condensed into one that gathers any awareness— or rather, two incomplete halves. Inhale, as I settle into the chair by the window, book in front of me, cat purring under one limp hand. Sunlight slides slowly across the sunny yellow of the wall, dragging the shadows of leaves in a slow, natural compass from gauzy golden curtain to spring green crown moulding. </span></div>
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</div><a href="http://marcusavenier.blogspot.com/2015/09/depression.html#more">So you want to read more...</a>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-14555998950358091652014-04-08T02:51:00.000-07:002014-04-08T02:51:56.119-07:00Another lament<div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;">
Oh, you guys! I miss having time to look at all the beautiful arts and read all the beautiful writings. I miss talking to my e-friens! School is such a time and energy suck, and starting in the fall I'll have clinic-thingies I'll have to do. It's going to get worse before it gets better, and I know that when it gets better it will be AMAZINGLY BETTER ... but I'm impatient.</div>
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Stay wonderful. I'll catch up when I can. ♥</div>
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(I know I haven't been writing, but Spectre updates will continue to happen if nothing else.)</div>
marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-88418353388110994112012-09-08T22:07:00.000-07:002012-09-08T22:07:51.111-07:00Hi mom<br />
Hello random influx of new people! I welcome you just as enthusiastically as I do the old people. :D<br />
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I've had some inquiries regarding updates.<br />
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I would love nothing more than to sit around writing smut and posting it for all of you wonderful people to see, but I am afraid that I have not the time. I'm taking classes that require scads and scads of memorization. Chapters full of the stuff. It's a bit of an adjustment, considering I've never really had to study before. Well.. I suppose it could be the old age and not the memorization.<br />
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Still! Updates will happen. No, I cannot say when. Yes, I do prioritize donation stories. They come between "walk the dog" and "go for a bike ride you filthy slob."<br />
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To sum up: Welcome! You're welcome, I'm sorry, thank you, yes there will be more, and no there is no schedule. Except for <a href="http://www.spectrecomic.com/">Spectre</a>, which updates every Friday.<br />
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I hope you're having happy sexy days and nights!<br />
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~m.a.<br />
marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-74693888055017287512012-08-12T21:53:00.000-07:002012-08-15T19:05:01.973-07:00Heavy Like Water (a suggestive short)After a summer of hellacious schooling and a near-death experience that left me more than a little shaken, I have finally found some time to regain my sanity and squeeze in some writing! (I'd like to thank A for that. Thank you!)<br>
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Here is a little short for <a href="http://pyramid-power.tumblr.com/">Will</a> as a reward for his donation. Thank you so much for your kind contribution! Hopefully Baal lives up to your expectations. :)<br>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>For how long had Uriel been living in the darkness? How long had he been so unbearably hot? How long since the song that had once filled his ears had been turned to crawling whispers and curses that crept along his spine to shred his thoughts to tatters?</div>
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An instant. A breath. The falling of a grain of sand from the webbing between Puriel’s eternal fingers. Longer. So much longer still. But even the passage of a mortal second was too long.</div>
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</div><a href="http://marcusavenier.blogspot.com/2012/08/heavy-like-water-suggestive-short.html#more">So you want to read more...</a>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-21649592340715675232012-06-22T13:53:00.000-07:002012-06-22T14:12:51.134-07:00Bored and looking for something to whet your palette?I've been missing writing. So badly. But then, I am the lunatic who chose to take two lab classes condensed from 18 weeks to 6 weeks.<br />
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So! As an olive branch, I offer you this <a href="http://www.hayleybjames.com/2012/06/blog-hop-sign-up-manga-and-romance.html">m/m bloghop</a>. I know there are things on that list well worth the price of admission, and hopefully there are more than not. There are <a href="http://www.hayleybjames.com/2012/06/manga-and-romance-grand-prize_21.html">prizes to be had</a> as well, if you're into that sort of thing. :)<br />
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I will likely pursue the links myself in August, when I have reached the light at the end of the tunnel.<br />
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(My writing may be sparse at the moment, but <a href="http://www.spectrecomic.com/">Spectre</a> will continue to update on Fridays!)marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-45828198828739354002012-06-06T02:30:00.002-07:002012-06-06T02:30:44.338-07:00Piety Update!First! Look at this fucking amazing shit that Felix did to our site: <a href="http://www.avenier.org/">Avenier.org</a>. Talk about gorgeous.<br />
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On to Piety...<br />
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Current update is <a href="http://avenier.org/marcus/update27.pdf">here</a>!<br />
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Entire thing is <a href="http://avenier.org/marcus/pietycomplete.pdf">here</a>!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This story is full of horrible, horrible things. Violence, slavery, rape, peas... Okay, not peas because I hate peas. Don't read this if the previously mentioned content squicks you! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-75362862949306910552012-05-03T22:11:00.000-07:002012-05-03T22:16:05.386-07:00Piety UpdateCurrent update is <a href="http://www.avenier.org/marcus/update26.pdf">here</a>!<br />
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Entire thing is <a href="http://www.avenier.org/marcus/pietycomplete.pdf">here</a>!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This section contains dubious consent, bondage, spankings, elf tears... so on and so forth. Piety as a whole contains violence, themes of slavery, and rape. Please do not read this story if those things upset you. Or do, but.. I did warn you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">On another note, I'm pleased to say that we've been managing our Friday updates well @ <a href="http://www.spectrecomic.com/">http://www.spectrecomic.com</a>. I've had some questions regarding the exact time of update. We do not have the page load automatically, so it updates when Felix gets a moment in her day. The RSS feed updates when I get a moment in mine. Sorry for the ambiguity, but "Friday" is as specific as we can get! </span><br />
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Thank you to everyone who has supplied feedback and support. It is very encouraging.<br />
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<span class="st">♥ ~m</span>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-31569453368618919482012-04-27T17:10:00.003-07:002012-04-27T17:11:21.441-07:00I will sing for my supper.I have been receiving many, many, manymanymany... many requests for more pieces of Nasr & Devon work.<br />
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I've been forthright in responding that they are not high on my priority list at the moment. I am, as we all know, a very busy bee.<br />
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However! Sites don't host for free, and eventually Felix and I would like a printer. So, as a donation incentive, every time we hit the $40 mark I will write another Nasr & Devon short for everyone's enjoyment. <br />
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Caveat time! This is<b> separate</b> from the $20.00 donation award of picking a theme for a smutty short. I just don't have enough time to put out two stories for the same money. If you do donate $20 or more, I will contact you to find out if you'd like it to go toward a theme of your choosing, or toward the Nasr & Devon pool. It is possible I could incorporate your theme into the Nasr & Devon story, but no promises. <br /></br>
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We'll have a tracker up soonish.marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-78380503195187514732012-03-30T18:56:00.000-07:002012-03-30T18:56:24.393-07:00Piety Update!Have a few more pages to round off Chapter 14.<br />
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Current update <a href="http://www.avenier.org/marcus/update25.pdf" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Whole thing <a href="http://www.avenier.org/marcus/pietycomplete.pdf" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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This story contains themes of slavery and violence, as well as
consensual and non-consensual sex. Please do not read it if you are
uncomfortable with those things. <br />marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-84015707729739118922012-03-27T21:52:00.004-07:002012-03-29T18:51:39.114-07:00pdf mashup, gogogoOkay! The <a href="http://www.avenier.org/marcus/pietycomplete.pdf" target="_blank">Piety .pdf</a> has been dealt with, and now includes the current update. <br />
<br />The html version is repaired as well.<br />
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Thanks for your patience. :Dmarcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-40532971715979854742012-03-22T23:33:00.000-07:002012-03-22T23:33:47.463-07:00Piety Update!<a href="http://www.avenier.org/marcus/update24.pdf" target="_blank">Update 24. Commence Chapter 14 (clicky). </a><br />
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Due to technical difficulties (and my being really freaking tired), this
entry is just going to have the current update for now. I will be
tagging it onto the complete file later (probably some time this weekend), which is still available <a href="http://www.avenier.org/marcus/pietycomplete.pdf" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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I did convince myself not to shred my notebook and flush it down the toilet.<br />
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Mostly because my plumbing wouldn't be able to handle it.marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-48200952678265914052012-03-12T15:43:00.001-07:002012-03-12T21:55:02.419-07:00The way things are.Those who follow my twitter and/or my DA already know this, but it occurs to me that I haven't mentioned it here. My already slow updates will continue to be even slower, as I am attending classes. My business is suffering in the current economic climate, and I am bone-tired from working six days a week for less than minimum wage. Time to get that back-up degree that I never bothered with.<br />
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In other news, <a href="http://www.spectrecomic.com/">Spectre</a> has finally launched. I am ridiculously excited. The coming pages are ever so pretty. Then again, I might be a bit biased (just a bit).marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-10099564475565743892012-03-12T14:11:00.000-07:002012-03-12T21:54:11.403-07:00Summoning (a smutty short)Thank you to <a href="http://rehve.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">Rehve </a>for her generous donation. Lucian is her rp character, I've just written him here.<br>
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This story contains elements of supernatural control and manipulation, and so touches up against the gray area between consensual and not (though both parties would have consented even without that manipulation there). There is also fight-fucking going on. I hope that covers all possible triggers. <br>
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It’s not a difficult thing to summon a demon. I’ve read all manner of
ritual and mumbo jumbo that would suggest otherwise. Some books require
blood sacrifices under certain phases of the moon. Once a man in a tiny
shop in Nawlins told me I had to slaughter my prized rooster with a bone
knife over dishes of ground corn that had been laid out in offering
three days prior. The store stank more of marijuana than the pungent
incense that smoldered in every corner. I remarked that I had no
rooster, and the man in the tiny shop told me it was for the best. <br>
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<a href="http://marcusavenier.blogspot.com/2012/03/summoning-smutty-short.html#more">So you want to read more...</a>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-64679365170829359002012-01-10T16:17:00.000-08:002012-01-10T16:17:33.215-08:00Our Finest Gifts | 2 of 2And to think, I almost quit writing forever without giving you this.<br>
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So much gore. So much.<br>
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The smell was the first indication that he was conscious again. The smell was also the first indication that something was very, very wrong. It was the stink of roadkill made ripe by the sun, and maybe turned over with a pitchfork for good measure. It filled his sinuses, spilled into his throat, and set his eyes watering as he gagged. Devon rolled, clutching his side, and slowly opened his eyes.<br>
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He was still high, but not high enough. It was too easy to think, even with the electronic clicking of the lights amplified within his ears. There were too many colors. Devon squeezed his eyes shut.<br>
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“Weeeeeeelly well well. Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke the fuck up. Was startin t’think I’d have to find your faggy ass a prince or somethin’. Shit.”<br>
<a href="http://marcusavenier.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-finest-gifts-2-of-2.html#more">So you want to read more...</a>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-71165728267847359692012-01-06T21:41:00.000-08:002012-01-06T21:41:07.740-08:00And so I return, with a little more noise than I left, and no explanation as to why either event has occurred.<br />
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Kindly forgive the inconvenience. I'll have Part 2 of that last story up after the weekend.<br />
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~marcus<br />
<br />marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-74122679851974782922011-12-31T21:31:00.000-08:002011-12-31T23:07:59.579-08:00Our Finest Gifts | 1 of 2I've been recovering from concussion & contusion. Not at all conducive to writing. I'm mostly better now, but still botching up words & word order. And dropping things.. but that's got little to do with stories. Anyway! I mention this in the hopes that you can forgive me if the following story makes absolutely no sense at all.<br>
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Your humble wastrel, <br>
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P.S. - Warnings for... pretty much everything. This is a Nasr Devon story, and is therefore full of gore and noncon of the worst sorts.<br>
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Our Finest Gifts</div>
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Part 1 of 2</div>
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Red and orange and yellow. Green and blue. Wide, fuzzy circles of light seemed to sway in his field of vision. Devon watched them dance, fascinated in how they contorted and pulsed, as though respirating at different rates. The fact that they did not keep time with the music playing from the noisy speakers of his laptop made him vaguely queasy, but it didn’t stop Devon staring. He angled to the side, attempting to have them dance in tempo. Perhaps he could undo the churning of his belly.<br>
</div><a href="http://marcusavenier.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-finest-gifts-1-of-2.html#more">So you want to read more...</a>marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-65026608377409852202011-11-27T21:17:00.001-08:002011-11-27T21:28:45.653-08:00Celebrate!Let's celebrate the return of my computer with some good old-fashioned smut.<br />
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Piety update <a href="http://avenier.org/marcus/update23.pdf">here</a>.<br />
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Entire thing is <a href="http://avenier.org/marcus/pietycomplete.pdf">here in .pdf</a>, or <a href="http://marcusavenier.blogspot.com/p/piety.html">here in html</a>.<br />
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This update is full of gentle consensual lovin', so if noncon and violence with sex aren't your cup of tea, you can just download that first link for your idea of a good time. For those who don't mind abusive themes, feel free to read the whole durn thing.<br />
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Happy belated holiday to my American readers. I am thankful for you all.<br />
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Also, as a promo, donations over $20 will get shorts written to the theme of the donor's choosing. The donation button is there on the right, and also available @ <a href="http://www.avenier.org/" target="_blank">avenier.org</a>.marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-67080319293421649052011-11-07T10:54:00.000-08:002011-11-07T11:41:11.889-08:00Where did Marcus go?I've gotten some concerned e-mails lately, and I do appreciate it.<br />
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The economy in California is not so great. I've been having to spend a lot of hours doing crappy work for what ultimately culminates to less than minimum wage, but does keep the roof over my head and food in my belly. I'm just glad to have even that work at this point in time, knowing so many are doing so much worse.<br />
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Unfortunately that does not leave much time for anything else, let alone writing. Add to that the fact that my computer died, and that I am nowhere near affording to be able to replace it at present.. and, well, you get the idea.<br />
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I do hope to have better work and more free time again soon, but I'm not sure when that will happen.<br />
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A few people have asked me about Spectre. Honestly, I don't know when it's going forward. Let's face it, in any comic the artist does the brunt of the work, and she's also been overwhelmed with life. <br />
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Thank you all for your kind words and your patience. <br />
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<br />marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110753663561022536.post-129627546816432672011-10-06T23:09:00.000-07:002011-10-06T23:10:00.770-07:00I haven't updated because I've hurt my back.<br />
And the doctors gave me these drugs.<br />
So high.<br />
High.<br />
All the time.<br />
Okay, most of the time. Pained when not high.<br />
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But I'm still alive, and.. well. I love you all. (And am possibly high.)marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08434115863681449914noreply@blogger.com1