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Apparently today was moving day? Since I just carted almost all of my stuff over from apartment 1 to apartment 2. I was going to wait until the weekend, but TV and Internet got installed this morning and I had to stay overnight last night to be here when the tech came, so some of my stuff was here already, and this is boring—but the point is that I'm moved and I have a TV with 100 channels plus six months' free HBO and Showtime, which is about 95 more channels than I'll ever watch, but now I can watch True Blood and House and various movies and boycott SyFy. Luxury! I don't have a desk or a table or even a chair, so everything's on the floor except my alarm clock, and also the place reeks of cleaning solvents that I am battling with piddly Gladé air fresheners, but I do have a super-awesome gigantic bed with the sort of S&M frame I've dreamed of since I was a kid. (Some girls want canopy beds. Others want metal bars.)

Speaking of which, there's a PWP I want to post. Just need to write some fairly substantial author's notes to go along with it. Unless they turn out not to be so long when I get started.

How're you?

Original character fic - Cadet/Cardassian, NC-17

I was so in the mood for filthy Cardassian fic the other night that when I exhausted the bookmarks I knew, I went and wrote some myself.

I still can't believe I'm posting this. Not sure yet whether I should \o/ or run away.

Pairing: OFC/OCC (original Cardassian character) - see author's notes
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,500
WARNING: Noncon, bondage, object insertion, double penetration, humiliation
Summary: "I have yet to acquaint myself with a person—Cardassian or human, male or female—who has not succumbed to the hjartak," he said conversationally.
A/N: Possibly for the kink_bingo square, "f*cking machines."

( More substantial author's notes. )

( 'It's good, isn't it,' he murmured. )

In for a penny...

For those who want to know, this came before what I just posted, though it takes place afterwards. I wrote it last month, and for a while I thought the whole thing would actually stay post-trauma. Obviously the line about the toy ended up spawning its own story and proved me wrong. It's also much more typical of what I write on my own in the sense that it's fragmented and doesn't conclude. Anyway, if you're interested, here's what started this branch of the Karin 'verse.

Characters/Fandom: Karin, Bashir, Odo; implied Karin/Makor (Deep Space Nine) – see author's notes here
Word Count: 3,100
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for implications and discussions of past sexual assault
Note: White space is where scenes skip. Be forewarned that the piece just falls off a cliff at the "end" as well, where I stopped writing when something else shiny caught my attention. And yes, still melodramatic and probably not at all representative of real debriefings or post-traumatic conversations. Other than that—enjoy?

( 'It was like I forgot everything I learned at the Academy. I didn't fight well, I didn't fight hard enough, it was like I never learned combat training at all. I panicked. I didn't want him to hurt me.' )