Bumbling ramble scrapI am not entirely certain why, but i have always considered a woman being dominating in a situation rather reassuring, even at times pleasurable, though more often than not the preference is not in fact confined to the realm of procreative exercises.That is to say, I do not necessarily subscribe to the strange realms of 'fem-dom' or 'dominatrix', and that is not what I am intending to express; rather, the influence on my writing and personal dealings is what is referred to, and certainly the majority of my partnerships and inspirations storywise here have actually been from my female friends rather than the male bushido or gore often portrayed.Historically, it is- often erroneously- shown that women are more fragile in body because they are smaller and made of softer materials, with thinner bones and muscle linings, and portrayed to be weak as such in comparison to a man attempting to harm them. I'm quite sure you know a woman or five in modern times, or are one, that here snort- the
What's old is new again"Yes," growled Macaragor, striving to keep the tension out of that monosyllable. It wasn't that he felt particularly tense; it was merely that his basso voice seemed to perpetually carry it, and loudly. It was the air of tension that matched his high jutting cheekbones, his long sharp battleship of a nose curving pinchedly over his twisting black mustache, and his shadowed slitted eyes. Good, clean, God's honest skies blue eyes, he thought; they were a midnight blue so deep some accused them of being black, were he in the wrong light physically or politically. He sometimes felt it got in his way.Maybe it was the height more than the fierce, haggard, proud appearance. Maybe it was the voice, eternally seemingly angry and tense, though often it actually was in truth these days. Whatever the reason, people expected him to be a neurotic barbarian when he wasn't. Not more so than others were, anyway.The Inquisitors of the Holy Roman Catholic Church of the Holy Roman Empire of Byzantium we
Brief opinionWhat is the difference between a creature and a monster?The difference is simple.A creature, no matter how large, powerful, or ancient, can only harm or end your physical body.A monster can rend your mind, corrupt your soul, ravish your emotions, and steal your heart, whether through terror and insanity or misguided love and lust.The creature can inspire fear, of course, but for terror...? For terror, it takes a monster. And what makes a monster monstrous is it's human qualities.Familiar thought, familiar desires, core wants and needs that can be empathized with and sympathized with. A convincing and conniving tongue. Belief in a cause. Longings. And it does not take magic to make a monster; there are human ones enough.
Meow.The kitten rolled over and clawed the chairPretending it was a cougar, lion, bear,Bright light green eyes staring immenselyAs the tiny fuzzball played very intensely.When all at once the earth did shakeThe kitten's fur rose as it quakedAnd from the ground there rose a cryAs of a creature about to die.The unholy wail brought forth a hissSomething was indeed amissBut what it was and how it actedIs not a thing the cat impacted.What was it? What sound, what sight, sensation??I leave it entirely to your imagination.
KOTOR II babble- No surrenderIn his waking hours, he tried to plan how to do it. In his dreams, he was caught in a cycle of failure, and the images and consequences accompanying it. If Kriea had not already been driving El Regan crazy, he likely would have gone insane."I surrender! Don't kill me, please??" he would beg, "Jedi don't kill their prisoners!"And their old, familiar faces would answer.In the halls that once belonged to Matale, now draped in regional banners of office and carcasses of the battle, old Vrook shook his head. "Jedi do not kill their prisoners, it is true, but I do not accept your surrender. Your machinations end here, at the unveiling of your evils, and appropriately, where they began with your path astray from the way of the Jedi.""You have to let me live!" El Regan begged, "I'm unarmed!""There are plenty of ways an unarmed man can kill, especially with the Force. You are still dangerous to others, and I have not accepted your surrender, nor am I compelled to. The Jedi code
Random excuse for- just randomWarning: This story is Crack and canon-wrecking deliberately. Like Prachett or Adams. It is also almost wholly for comedic purposes. You've been warned."Eccentrica Gallumbits," the little man insisted, "Some people say her erogenous zones start some four miles from her actual body. Ford Prefect disagrees, saying five."The other man shook his head violently. "You would go for the triple-breasted mutant type. But does she have to be giant as well, Mckinksy?""As if you and your were-folk are any better, Philia-Pharisee!" retorted his companion.Their beautiful and perfectly natural- insofar as one's perceptions go; in this case, perfectly natural for a human or humanoid without extra appendages- female companion promptly groaned and slammed her face into the table. "Of all the conversations in all the universes that ever existed or will, you two HAVE to go arguing bizarre fantasies. And you had to drag in ones from realities we don't belong to.""Oh, come off it, Gwynhyv