After the Calling

If you ever forget my url, feel free to google these terms, as they will take you right to me.

chainmail sexy

long hair out of face

fuck aeryn

clucked (lol)

sitting face to face angry

business woman sitting crossed leg on chair

and the oddly common, but always appreciated,

fondling

Sidenote: Alright, I’ll be disappearing off the face of the planet for about two weeks. Bizniz trip(leaving in like… ten minutes), work work work, 4th of July, another bizniz trip and then a farewell party for my best friend in the universe. He’s moving to NEW ZEALAND, How DARE HE leave me to be a Kiwi… I’m jealous. But in any case, I got him the Jonas Brother’s Concert Experience on BluRay… in 3D… GIFT WRAPPED… AND I’M LAUGHING SO HARD JUST THINKING ABOUT IT…  After that, I’ll be around, and maybe I’ll have managed to throw together an update.  Awesome sauce.

My upcoming schedule is pretty much promising to destroy all hints of happiness in my life, so… I’m gonna be taking a mini-hiatus. Yes, the deadly yatus.  I will be updating but not nearly as frequently. I think this is an improvement, as last summer I just fluffing disappeared for three months into a cloud of nothingness (also known as Europe. ).

This update will mark the end of the chapter, and the halfway point of the story.

I will try not to disappear completely, but give me a second with emails, especially live journal (though those who have contacted me there pretty much know that I suck at it), and comments.

And on a smaller, tinier, not important note… can you guys keep me out of sims secrets? Please? I appreciate that it’s complimentary, but… cringe cringe cringe… I already had issues with the lurv scene in the last update, and only just got comfy with it. I’m feeling a bit heebie-jeebied over those pictures showing up just anywhere without my knowledge, especially now that there is linkage going on.  I don’t know that I would have cared if it was any other picture, but the one that was chosen… cringe cringe cringe… Seriously, just comment. I don’t follow the secrets. I don’t even follow live journal, really. If it weren’t for incoming links, I wouldn’t have even known it was there. So if it was for my benefit, I have to say the ‘fap’ was lost.

 Just. Comment. I love me some comments. I’m not trying to come off as bitchy, because I probably would not have cared with any other picture… but oh gosh, I’m cringing so hard my teeth hurt. I swear, just comment. Or continue lurking. I have a shit ton of lurkers and I love them just the same. But just… no secrets. Please. Please?

And, by the way, refrain from googling ‘fap’ if you don’t know what it means. You’re better off not knowing.  I learned the hard way.

UPDATE!

I promised an outtake dump so I’m taking a dump of outtakes.

When I was a teen, my mother used to say to me, “Oh goodness, you’re about as mature as a beaver.”  To this day, I have no idea what she means by that, but I’ve never asked. But I think if I said “taking a dump of outtakes” in front of her, she’d say I was being immature. Like a beaver.

It’s years past my bedtime and I don’t have to go to work tommorrow. I feel like a fluffin’ kid on the last day of school.

This? Is a ramble.

Okay, so I know I said there was only one more update to this chapter, but I had to break it in half. I took so many pictures, it would have been massive. And I promised no more torture, so there will be a Part XI B sometime next week (not to mention this will help me keep from using words like “hiatus” for at least another few days).

I had some real problems getting through these shots. Not like last time, where I was just a technical failure at life, and took a billion technically failing at life shots that just wasted time. This time the problem is that… well, to say that this update has sexual themes is like saying Burt Reynolds is hairy. For those of you who do not know who Burt Reynolds is, he’s a very hairy man.

Somewhere between the time I took photos for this update, and this weekend, I became a massive prude, and I’m trying to balance my feelings of awkwardness with my feelings of triumph over pose boxes. So far the awkward is winning, but all in all, I made a somewhat believable love scene and I’m on the fence about discarding it.  It’s not at all illicit. Despite the unintentional similarity of my title and that of a particular vampire smut fiction series, I’ve yet to go the way of the airport novel. And I controlled nudity much more than I did in Part X, but I’m still a little iffy.

Being that I make a living bottling/boxing/plastic wrapping sex and shipping it across the world, you would think I’d be a little more at ease with this. But its one thing to negotiate with British porn stars (which is hilarious). It’s another thing to see your brain child growing up to be a massage parlor prostitute (AtC is such a slut bag). It’s an entirely different thing to pose shots, and then actually see the manifestation of something like this in the resulting pictures (pffffttt).

I KNOW that there are 18+ pose boxes out there, and other stories that have sexually charged themes, but 1) I have yet to see anyone use these pose boxes, 2) I don’t use pose boxes at all which means that I was actively, purposefully creating this anxiety attack, 3) other stories are rarely accompanied with real deal shots, and 4) in terms of posing this one… well, I’ll say I did a good job, which, in any other situation, would be awesome. In this situation, it’s just weird.

So, I leave it to you… for now. I might pansy out and delete this by the end of the day. :O

That said… this is my favorite update so far (HA!), and of the less scandalous pics, I have a lot of favs that I couldn’t fit in context, or just had nothing to do with anything and I wonder why I even took them. I’ll do an outtake dump later before I completely flake out. Consider yourself overwarned. Now I have to go to work and have a conference call with one of Europe’s biggest wholesalers of dildos. Because I totally need that at 8 in the morning while I’m arguing with myself over the story merits of sexuality. Totally need that.

Done rambling.

Here are my favorite search engine terms that have led people to this site:

is boyfriend deceiving me

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aniboxy do the sims 2

nudity wordpress

hey mickey

chainmail nudity

gotdamet

combating clairaudience

and, my ultimate favorite

fondling

Either, I’m running one jacked up organization here, or someone who works at google really likes this story.

It took me a minute to get through the pictures for this update, not only because I took so many, but because when I took them I must have been tired or brain damaged or something. Half the pictures had either an animbox or a freezer clock in the frame. And most of the time, it was so bad, I couldn’t edit it out (speaking of editing… I didn’t. Sorry). Not to mention that there is some serious nudity in this one that I don’t remember authorizing. Like, I was nipple blind or something. And the whole time I going through pictures, I kept saying: “I’m going to punch Jax in the hair.” He’s so annoying. Oh and the discontinuity? I don’t even know what’s going on. Decor is missing or jumping across the room, outfits are changing, Jax is randomly deciding to wear eyeliner in some pictures. I don’t know. I don’t remember what was happening when I shot this, but it must have been exciting.

So I really had to take a minute and weed through my options. That said, I’m not impressed with this update, but I have no time to reshoot it, and sadly… I’ve posted worse.

Deceiving the Lie has one more part after this one, which I’m aiming to work on tommorrow and have up on Sunday or Monday, because next week, the job is going to start digesting my face (it ate my face last week, and the week after next its going to crap my face out in a stinking turd behind a tree in a poison ivy bush), and I’m going to have to be super flaky for an undetermined amount of time. 

Chapter 5: Betray All will begin on a random, unannounced, impossibly unpredictable day. Because, I’ve taken not one picture for it.

Yesterday, I had breakfast with a british porn superstar who is in discussions to get a certain part of her body caste molded so that it can be recreated in latex and plastic, replicated, and then shipped (by the company I work for) out for use and abuse by all of her biggest fans. I won’t say which body part, but I will tell you that it isn’t her ear. I’m ready for a new job. I’m ready to go home. Four more hours til my flight.

THAT SAID. After, PrOn breakfast I needed to distract myself from the fact that in real life, aka US east coast time zone life, I would have totally been asleep, and I mosied on over to livejournal (we’re back on speaking terms).  Goodbye_sun over at SIMGENIX AWESOMENESS posted the June monthly challenge (a while ago, I’m just late), and the theme is ”Brand New Day”, where you would compile images dealing with morning crap.  Because anything that happens later than 2 am and earlier than 9 am is automatically placed in the crap bin. Automatic. Except that’s confusing now because in the UK, 2 am today is 9 pm yesterday which screws up the automatic crap machine in my brain. Speaking of, it’s exactly zero in the morning where I am right now, and I’ve given up on keeping a real time line. I can’t decide if I’m hungry or tired, and it’s frustrating. The plan is to eat on the way to the airport and then collapse in exhaustion on the plane.

“VERON! Why is this relevant?! GEEZ!”

Okay, sorry. A little while back I was trying to convince myself to start a simfic50 based on a story I had in my head about an assasin, Delana Franz, who specialized in killing people with the most to lose, because she’s detached from real life as all hell.  She subsequently destroys the lives of her victims’ loved ones beyond repair, and is able to care less about it, making her the top choice for bad guys to hire to kill good guys that other people might hesitate to assasinate. RHYME! (Okay, I’ve decided. I’m not hungry or tired, just delirious.)

The story revolves around Delana’s attempted murder of a really prominent good-guy philanthrapist businessman. Except good-guy businessman survives her attempt, and she kind of loses her sh*t because of it, being she has to finish the job, and stick around to witness the aftermath of her actions and all the possible terribleness that would have happened had she actually killed him. Basically, she turns pansy. In the end, she keeps half-ass attempting to kill him, but somehow they meet and fall into… something. Not love. Maybe, they just fall into bed.  Which tarnishes his good-guy image in her head, because he’s married, and messing with her has made him an adulterer, and subsequently saves his life, because she doesn’t kill bad guys. Just good guys.

You know what, I don’t know. I never fleshed it out, and seeing it summarized in text makes me really glad I didn’t flesh it out, and pretty much confirms that I won’t flesh it out. Not to mention that I’m actually more than a little bit frightened of the prompt system involved with simfic, so it’s all for the best.

ANYWAY, rambling aside (I don’t know how you people tolerate me), I DID shoot a couple of prompts, one of which was for #46 Dawn. I always really liked the pictures, they fit the challange, and if I didn’t put them up today they would have eventually been deleted. I’ll admit, I spent my downtime staring at these pictures instead of the pictures for the next update, which might lead to a longer delay… but who, outside of me, wants to focus on the negative? If you want to head over and check it out… now that I’ve sat here and over-explained it for a year… the link is below.

Just know it is adult themed.

…ain’t gonna happen.  I’ll be back Tuesday. Will update Wednesday. Now pardon me, I have to go keep my head from exploding.

Part IX (B) almost didn’t happen. Penelope saved it. She listened to my nonsensical ramblings about NOTHING and replied with logical logicness.  And that is because she is awesome.

I promised ten pics, but I fleshed it out some, and wound up with almost 20. Typical. And I kept the haze, kind of. It fits better with these pics.

If it feels like I’m rushing the story with all my updates… I am. I’m coming up on a season where my work load at my job is really picking up, so I’m trying to get as much in as possible before I’m totally swamped.

Next weekend I have bizniz trip to suffer through, so I may not be able to update, so let’s pretend that this Friday. TGIF!