Professor J?
So, I was in something of a funk today, and found myself unable to work on Memoirs with the positively dismal point I'm currently at. I thought I'd do some fanart, and lo, my effing stylus has once again grown feet and wandered off. I'll strangle my husband for that later. On a brighter note, I got my copy of the Labyrinth Novel, which was originally priced at a steal of $3.95. I paid $67.95 to get a copy. Not kidding.
I also began plugging away at what will likely be much more funny than Memoirs. It will also likely feature the adult-type touching we all so enjoy between Sarah and his Nibs. I likely wont beta this, and I may/may not post it on AFF.net and mediaminer, as fanfiction.net seems to frown deeply upon the occasional passionate scene. >.>
Here's a snippet...
The Devil Does Exist-Ch. 1 excerpt
Sarah had been chatting with her roommate, Christine, and a mutual friend, Elizabeth, as she walked into her Literature class, happily unaware of the man who was standing at the blackboard, jotting down notes. They picked a seat about midway to the back and got comfortable, speaking amicably about the party they intended on going to that weekend.
“Marc is totally into you, Sarah, you should give him a chance.” Elizabeth said, laughing.
Sarah laughed softly. “Yeah, and be the latest in a long line of broken hearts and hymens.” She scoffed. “The only thing that guy is interested in is another cherry...” She set her books down, noting that her friends were staring at the front of the class in a distracted manner. She glanced and saw a man wearing almost painfully tight looking pants standing at the front of the room, arm stretched above his head as he wrote notes on the board. “What?”
“Oh my god...” They both mumbled. “Those pants are criminal...” There were several murmurs of agreement from nearby females.
Sarah scoffed. “I've seen tighter.” She muttered, remembering a certain man whose codpiece was visible. She coughed, sitting in her seat. Oddly enough, the man seemed familiar. He wore a suit vest, and baggy poet's shirt, in addition to those extremely well tailored pants. His pale blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he wore leather gloves on his hands.
However, it was when he turned that she finally realized whose assets her friends were checking out. A screech left her lips like steam leaving a kettle and she pushed herself as far backwards as possible. One blue eye, one brown, those deviously slanted brows, lips curled up into an arrogant smirk. Professor J. King was none other than her hated childhood nemesis, Jareth, the Goblin King. Oh, god help her!
Worse yet, her two friends were indulging in a dreamy sigh that made Sarah want to drive her pencil through her ear and swiftly end her life. How had this happened?! No, she had to calm down. Granted, the man had an uncanny resemblance to her childhood villain, but there was no way in hell it was actually him. He a job to do. Babies to steal, goblins to kick into the air, Hoggle to threaten with the Bog. He simply couldn't come up topside and turn her world end over end. Besides, it was against the rules! She'd demanded him out of her life!
Her breaths grew more and more shallow and she felt her nails digging into the desk.
“Well, class, welcome to Literature 111, I'll be your professor for the following semester...” He drawled, his eyes moving over the class easily. He paused when he spotted Sarah, and she knew without a doubt in that moment it really was him. That Cheshire cat smile broadened and he continued. “I'm certain it will be an interesting experience for everyone involved...”
She wanted to swear, to rage. How, oh how had this happened to her? Was it because she didn't go to church. Well, if God struck the Goblin King down right here and now, she promised that she would go to church every Sunday for the rest of her life!
“Please open your text books to page one hundred and thirty seven.” He turned his backs to them, but Sarah saw the smile take on a malicious edge and shivered in fear. Oh, heaven help her. She was so perpetually screwed, there wasn't a word to describe just how screwed she was.
LOL That's all for now. Hope you enjoyed your little peeks...Anyways, when I recover my stylus, I'll be sure to churn out some fanart for this. XD There should be eye-candy a plenty.
I also began plugging away at what will likely be much more funny than Memoirs. It will also likely feature the adult-type touching we all so enjoy between Sarah and his Nibs. I likely wont beta this, and I may/may not post it on AFF.net and mediaminer, as fanfiction.net seems to frown deeply upon the occasional passionate scene. >.>
Here's a snippet...
The Devil Does Exist-Ch. 1 excerpt
Sarah had been chatting with her roommate, Christine, and a mutual friend, Elizabeth, as she walked into her Literature class, happily unaware of the man who was standing at the blackboard, jotting down notes. They picked a seat about midway to the back and got comfortable, speaking amicably about the party they intended on going to that weekend.
“Marc is totally into you, Sarah, you should give him a chance.” Elizabeth said, laughing.
Sarah laughed softly. “Yeah, and be the latest in a long line of broken hearts and hymens.” She scoffed. “The only thing that guy is interested in is another cherry...” She set her books down, noting that her friends were staring at the front of the class in a distracted manner. She glanced and saw a man wearing almost painfully tight looking pants standing at the front of the room, arm stretched above his head as he wrote notes on the board. “What?”
“Oh my god...” They both mumbled. “Those pants are criminal...” There were several murmurs of agreement from nearby females.
Sarah scoffed. “I've seen tighter.” She muttered, remembering a certain man whose codpiece was visible. She coughed, sitting in her seat. Oddly enough, the man seemed familiar. He wore a suit vest, and baggy poet's shirt, in addition to those extremely well tailored pants. His pale blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he wore leather gloves on his hands.
However, it was when he turned that she finally realized whose assets her friends were checking out. A screech left her lips like steam leaving a kettle and she pushed herself as far backwards as possible. One blue eye, one brown, those deviously slanted brows, lips curled up into an arrogant smirk. Professor J. King was none other than her hated childhood nemesis, Jareth, the Goblin King. Oh, god help her!
Worse yet, her two friends were indulging in a dreamy sigh that made Sarah want to drive her pencil through her ear and swiftly end her life. How had this happened?! No, she had to calm down. Granted, the man had an uncanny resemblance to her childhood villain, but there was no way in hell it was actually him. He a job to do. Babies to steal, goblins to kick into the air, Hoggle to threaten with the Bog. He simply couldn't come up topside and turn her world end over end. Besides, it was against the rules! She'd demanded him out of her life!
Her breaths grew more and more shallow and she felt her nails digging into the desk.
“Well, class, welcome to Literature 111, I'll be your professor for the following semester...” He drawled, his eyes moving over the class easily. He paused when he spotted Sarah, and she knew without a doubt in that moment it really was him. That Cheshire cat smile broadened and he continued. “I'm certain it will be an interesting experience for everyone involved...”
She wanted to swear, to rage. How, oh how had this happened to her? Was it because she didn't go to church. Well, if God struck the Goblin King down right here and now, she promised that she would go to church every Sunday for the rest of her life!
“Please open your text books to page one hundred and thirty seven.” He turned his backs to them, but Sarah saw the smile take on a malicious edge and shivered in fear. Oh, heaven help her. She was so perpetually screwed, there wasn't a word to describe just how screwed she was.
LOL That's all for now. Hope you enjoyed your little peeks...Anyways, when I recover my stylus, I'll be sure to churn out some fanart for this. XD There should be eye-candy a plenty.