Sid's Closet

I'll try to keep this short, because other people's dreams usually aren't all that fascinating:

I dreamed that I'd been at a convention, which had ended, but I was hanging out at the hotel, reading, until I needed to leave for the airport. Some folks from the convention were still there, but there were new people that invited me to sit with them and have some food. I sat down with them and called out to some of the con people how much I'd enjoyed staying up all night playing poker with them. Someone at the table asked if I'd stayed up too late, and I said, "Only because I have to fly out today... *looks at watch and panics*

My watch said 1:05 pm. I pulled out my ticket, and it said 2:30 p.m. Everyone around me started saying, "Oh, you still have time, you can make it, maybe somebody here can give you a ride, blah blah blah."

This is when I woke up. This is not a good way to wake up. I was in panic mode! I decided I needed to 'fix this' before I started my day in earnest. So I rolled over and started thinking about what I should do to get to the airport on time. Some of this was conscious thought, and probably a lot of it took place while I was dozing off.

I went to the hotel concierge! She tells me they have a helicopter on the roof just about to take a VIP to the airport. She calls the roof on the hotel phone, while she's speed dialing my airline on her cell. So the helicopter is being held for me, and she's telling the airline I'm on my way, reading the information off my ticket. Then she hands me her cell to answer questions the airline has, and tells me to take it up to the roof with me and just hand it back to the bellman she's sending with me.

So I talk to the airline while I'm on the elevator, give the bellman the phone, get buckled into the helicopter...and they hand me a glass of champagne! We fly to the airport, and I'm met with a wheelchair and an airport employee who goes racing through the hallways with me clutching my luggage on my lap.

I wake up again, thinking, "That's much better. I'm at the airport, at least. But I won't be confident until I'm actually on board the plane." So I rolled over again, and soon I'm comfortably seated in the first class seat they'd apparently decided to upgrade me to, and the stewardess is handing me a glass of champagne, saying, "I hear you're drinking Noilly Prat today." Success! I can now get out of bed and face the day. :-)

The moral of this story is that I need to pay more attention to the passage of time and not let myself get distracted and miss deadlines. In other words, I need to be writing! I need to finish up my ficathon piece, my final kink bingo story. I need to get back to my big bang. I need to finish those so that I can concentrate on other things in my life that are being neglected.

The other moral of this story is that when your dreams hand you lemons, make champagne.

But the true lesson of this story is that Noilly Prat is a vermouth, not a champagne. *g*

I love killing two birds with one stone, and I'm very excited that I could do that here! This story is for my kink_bingo guns/blades square, and also fills a prompt from paian: Wax play: Because there needs to be more Teal'c/Daniel, and because all those kel'no'reem candles in Teal'c's quarters are begging to be re-purposed.

( Waxing Daniel's Id, 1400 words, NC-17 )

Because some people poke really hard (and v. messily), I'm posting this without a title. Let me know if anyone thinks of a good one! Came up with a very Romance Novel-y title!

Note: ETA Wordle at the bottom of the page

( 586 words, NC-17, possession/marking )

I think I know which bingo I'll be pursuing on my card.



I looked through the Wiki, and then started choosing the prompts that jumped out at me the most. Three of the four are in column five, so that's probably going to be the bingo I shoot for.

OTOH, I've asked the mods a question regarding a WIP that was posted, incomplete, to my DW for the Open Beta launch 'Get Out The Porn' celebration back in 2009. If they come back and tell me that story, edited and finished, would be eligible, then I'd seriously have to look at the row and column that contain 'medical kink.' ETA: Yes, as long as I have 500 new words to add, it's fine. So now I have to really decide what I want to do...

While I'm waiting for their answer, feel free to voice your own opinions!

800 NC-17 words. Written for the kink_bingo square: genital torture

Author's Note 1: the genesis for this story came months ago in a fun conversation with lolmac while I was contemplating my shiny new bingo card. She came through for me again when I decided to run with the idea (which she had double-dog dared me to do!), and I both thank her kindly for her brainstorming efforts and give her full credit for selling me on the concept and showing Daniel the road to follow.

Author's Note 2: this is the Daniel Jackson who blew up Moscow. What he does with Jack is dubcon at best. If you're squicked by that, just keep reminding yourself, "It's only a dream."



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1,200 NC-17 words. Written for the kink_bingo square: bondage (wrist/ankle restraints)

Author's Note: this is the Daniel Jackson who blew up Moscow. What he does with Jack is dubcon at best. If you're squicked by that, just keep reminding yourself, "It's only a dream."

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Written for the jd_ficathon prompt-a-thon, and to fill a kink_bingo square as well!

Prompt: Bronze Star Medal: A PWP in which Jack's medals become pervertibles and the Bronze Star is used as a sex toy, used for sensation play, whatever.

Bingo square: pervertibles

Author's Note: this is the Daniel Jackson who blew up Moscow. What he does with Jack is dubcon at best. If you're squicked by that, just keep reminding yourself, "It's only a dream."

( Absolute Perversion )

Hmm, now what? *ponders*

ETA: these all take on intriguing new dimensions when I start looking at them from an Absolute Power!Daniel perspective....

LJ users: I don't really know who can vote in these things - I consider myself extremely lucky I managed to post a poll in the first place! Feel free to voice an opinion in the comments; anonymous and OpenID commenting are always turned on chez Sid.

Everyone: go here on Dreamwidth to make your voice heard in the great Kink Bingo poll! :-)

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In other news, I changed my layouts on both journals today, and mood icons, too. And I'm trying to release my death grip on some old icons in order to upload shiny new ones - - this is hard. *whines*

If I'm embracing change, then getting back to moar writing would be an excellent place to start. Y/N?

*hugs you all tightly*

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In other, other news, supper is chillin' in the fridge: chicken, grapes, almonds, chives, garlic, mayo, dijon. Shout if you'd like the recipe! (Or yesterday's recipe, or tomorrow's. *g*)

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In lastly news, I've been alarmingly quiet lately, but I am keeping up on posts regularly (or eventually!) Apologies for frequent lack of commenting - my moods are variable. So are my time constraints, which is sometimes a good thing (e.g. I'm having fun out of town or have company or am out carousing!)

Fic is harder to keep up with and I don't always comment there, either, I'm ashamed to say. But I bookmark everything, and as some of you have found, I may comment 3 months after the fic was posted! If you're dying for my sparkling feedback before that, PM me. I'll squeeze you in. :-D

Or, well, probably not, the way things are going, but I'll see what I can do - and of course will definitely get at least one fic written, since them's the rules.




*contemplates*

Here's the explanation of how to play.