Monday, February 9th, 2004 12:43 am
[livejournal.com profile] circe_tigana?? I am not so lucky or so strong as you...

Title: Mesh Analysis
Fandom: RPAF
Pairing: Electrical Engineering / [livejournal.com profile] permetaform

WARNINGs: non-con, bondage, D/S, snarkage, spoofage

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There is no courtship.

My forehead slams against the wood as you shove me face-first into the table and I writhe because before your Energy, I am nothing. I rub against the graphite helplessly, your schemantics pounding into me, like a twisted side of skullfuck, and I cannot understand it. I am confused by you, raped by you, abused by you, and I cannot do anything to you, my hands at my sides opening and closing. I'm helpless.

I come back to you, like duty like desperation like a sick sort of fate, and I HATE it.

Your Power masters mine, and your equations slip into my mind like live Currents and you meet no Resistance. I am short circuited, quivering like a metal gone weak before your thousands Volts and I let myself be overridden. But you do not have my heart.

I lend my body to you, but my soul is mine own.

Damn you, EE100, because while there shall come a time when all hope is lost, when the pencils are chewed and the mind is pulped before your senseless penetrations, this is not that day. There shall be a day when the soul is destroyed and when I am broken, BUT THIS IS NOT THAT DAY.

::grimly chugs coffee and clutches notepad and a pencil like a shield and a sword::

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[edit] [livejournal.com profile] smith_mun adds:

Engineer: A person with subconscious masochist tendencies. When faced with the question of what major they shall choose, they decide to go with the one that should come with a complimentary tube of KY jelly.
Monday, February 9th, 2004 08:53 am (UTC)
The tinkling sound you've heard just now was my brain breaking. At the "this is not that day" line...
Monday, February 9th, 2004 09:50 am (UTC)
Oh, this one took me back. Power and Beauty and HATELOATHEFRUSTRATION

I can smell the cinderblock classroom at Cal Poly, the one where I decided I couldn't really hack it as an engineer after all. the eraser rubbings of generations of us who've done the same, ground into the grey linoleum squares.

Hang tough, babe. YOU CAN DO THIS.

*passes you mountain dew and 0.5 mm pencils w/extra leads and the pale-green graphing engineering paper*

old skool.
Monday, February 9th, 2004 10:14 am (UTC)
*pets you fondly*

*passes you thoughts of sparkly pants*

Monday, February 9th, 2004 10:07 am (UTC)
Oh you poor love. *pets you* Enjoyed the bit of fic though, see what suffering can do? I'll be thinking of you and hope everything works out okay. (((((hugs)))))
Monday, February 9th, 2004 01:20 pm (UTC)
Aiya. *hugs* And when you get done, there's fic waiting to cheer you up.
Monday, February 9th, 2004 01:47 pm (UTC)
Is it due today? If not, take a walk or something. I've noticed that with anything remotely mathematical, the longer you spend staring at it, the less it makes sense. A short break should help clear your mind so you can tackle it from a different angle.

*double-take*

I think the Sands-muse is leaking through a little...
Monday, February 9th, 2004 02:16 pm (UTC)
I love you so.
Monday, February 9th, 2004 02:31 pm (UTC)
*smiles...* Just wanted to let you know I friended you... I read you give recs... and I love several of the pairings you have on your list... So... *smiles...* I just added you!!!
Tuesday, February 10th, 2004 08:05 am (UTC)
Thanks... I will... *smiles...*
Monday, February 9th, 2004 03:04 pm (UTC)
Dude, this has so inspired me to do a Film/[livejournal.com profile] rhipowered fic. Best to you.
Monday, February 9th, 2004 03:16 pm (UTC)
Being in the engineering office, I can somewhat appreciate this. I really don't think they consider these sorts of thoughts, however, being as bland as they are O:-)
Tuesday, February 10th, 2004 09:16 pm (UTC)
Um.
Monday, February 9th, 2004 06:24 pm (UTC)
*hugs you* *doesn't think it's quite enough for the situation* *hugs again anyway*
Monday, February 9th, 2004 09:17 pm (UTC)
Course work is a bitch, I agree.

Gina
Tuesday, February 10th, 2004 08:11 am (UTC)
*pets*

I'll all be better soon.

Gina
Tuesday, February 10th, 2004 12:03 am (UTC)
Good God.

Allow me to PROFESS my UNDYING LOVE for you.
Tuesday, February 10th, 2004 03:33 am (UTC)
Hey! Found your journal while randomly clicking the 'friend-of' list of my muse. I'm an Electrical Engineer as well, and I can totally sympathize. I'm reminded of this definition I saw on an Engineer quiz awhile ago:

Engineer: A person with subconscious masochist tendencies. When faced with the question of what major they shall choose, they decide to go with the one that should come with a complimentary tube of KY jelly.
Wednesday, February 11th, 2004 04:19 pm (UTC)
Engineers from all over the world, stand united against the Electrical Dominatrix!
(Incidentally, I study Computer Engineering and have had my fair share of electrical non-con *g*, so I commiserate!)
Tuesday, March 9th, 2004 01:01 pm (UTC)
By way of the entry you linked at the beginning, I came here.

I think... I've entered the land of grammar pr0n/BSDM?

This is like Heaven. Or something.

*shifty-eyed look*

Sunday, March 14th, 2004 01:46 am (UTC)
Oh sweetie. First of all, massive hugs and love, just so's ya know. And don't worry if Norrington is a squick...it happens to us all. I mean, I love Mickey Rourke as an actor, but as a human!! GAK!! If he were the last man on earth, I'd marry my right hand!

The fic? Scary-wonderful!

You're still in top form writing-wise....take a break from the math for a bit and let it settle in your head. Take a nap. It might help.

Just letting you know that you're loved.