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She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.Random textual stuffs from random GuzzleMuzzle, typed up here, there, and everywhere.
Posted to help me get over myINSECURITY low self-esteem.
Indulge yourself.
November 30th, 2011
Future Story Titles
Killing You Isn't Enough (Nigel...)
Don't Let Her Win (Nirvana...)
Break Him (Asmodeus? Nigel? Lucia?)
Keeping The Pressure On (Retribution? Savory? Nirvana?)
Bust The Moment (Akira vs Kristina)
March 8th, 2012
Dialogue of March 8th
Nirvana Paradox: *to Akira* Do you know where I can find this man? Do you?
[painful narration]
Nirvana Paradox: It's only takes a few words, dear...
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Nirvana Paradox: *monstrous tone* Ohh...
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Nirvana Paradox: That's...disheartening to hear.
[vivid narration]
Nirvana Paradox: You really SHOULD be more useful though, because when you are not...I have to go and play with someone else...
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Relevant to (link) Ascension (footnotes)
August 12th, 2011
Dialogue of August 11th, 2011
Sheryl: So you knew?
Nigel: No, I didn't. I was too busy trying to survey the area. It didn't seem as important at that point, but~
Sheryl: No. *her voice defiant*
Nigel: Sheryl...
Sheryl: No...no-no, I don't wanna hear about that. What I wanna know is why you followed him in the first place.
Nigel: I didn't have time to make a conscious decision. And for that matter, had I chosen to...~
Sheryl: No...
Nigel: I might not have even made it BACK here if it wasn't for the~ *he pauses briefly* ...for him.
Sheryl: Why did you follow him?
Nigel: ...You wouldn't understand.
Sheryl: Don't you go tellin' me I'm stupid, because frankly~
Nigel: I didn't have a choice.
Sheryl: ...I'm NOT as dumb as you think I am.
Nigel: The Eni~ *he stops*
Sheryl: Don't! Don't say that! Don't EVER say that!
Nigel: Look, take it however you want to, but I'm trying to tell you that the situation was NOT in my hands, and that, that guy... He said I was~
Sheryl: Why didn't you fight him?
Nigel: What???
Sheryl: Why didn't you try to fight back?
Nigel: He...he was~
Sheryl: All you wanna do is talk about how you HAD to follow him like you couldn't even have done anything else.
Nigel: I just TOLD you that.
Sheryl: Then tell me why, damnit!!!
Nigel: Sheryl, I can't~
Sheryl: I'm so sick of this... WHY AREN'T YOU EVEN TRYING ANYMORE?!
Nigel: Sheryl I couldn't~
Sheryl: Stop hiding.
Nigel: Wh... *he was taken aback*
Sheryl: Don't you dare... After all we've been through, don't you DARE hide from me!!!
[suspenseful narration]
Sheryl: You gave up.
Nigel: !
Sheryl: You stopped caring...like you always SAID you would.
Nigel: Sheryl, you're not His enemy!
Sheryl: !!!!! Oh God no...
Nigel: He's not..., wel~ H-...He's not~
Sheryl: No...
Nigel: I can't explain it! He just...~
Sheryl: Oh God please no...
Nigel: He's gonna help us GET THERE! He's gonna...He's gonna help us go back!
Sheryl: They took you...
Nigel: You, me, Kat~ Everyone!
Sheryl: You can't see me anymore...
Nigel: Yes I can!
Sheryl: They got to you, and now you're~
Nigel: If you would just LISTEN~
Sheryl: You CAN'T GO BACK NOW!!!
Nigel: We all can!
Sheryl: Once you've seen Him, there's no turning back! He's gonna come back for you. He's gonna come back, and seal you off! Many people~ no... THOUSANDS of innocent people are gonna die! And when I come to, my mom...my REAL mom. She's...she's gonna~
Nigel: It was only a dream, Sheryl! Another stupid dream!
Sheryl: THAT'S BULLSHIT!!!!!
Nigel: HE'S ON OUR SIDE! He's one of US! And once she changes us for the better, we can all stand our ground, and fight our way BACK to Her!
Sheryl: You LIAR!!!
Nigel: Without my intervention, we'd be all but safe! I know what's gonna happen. I know that lots of people are gonna get hurt~
Sheryl: AND YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!!!
Nigel: I made a pact with him!
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I'm not satisfied with this as it is right now.
It needs SEVERAL things.
August 2nd, 2011
Nigel Eagerly Prepares The Bath Water
{Theme}
It has been many days and nights; weeks and months that he has lived under the care of Chanda. Nigel comes home rather early one evening, having gone out to purchase the few items necessary to proceed with bathing his large mother. In one moment, he turns around to go and fetch the soap he requires. After returning [to the room] with it, he then comes to realize that he hasn't even retrieved the bucket of bathing water. He spins around quickly, only to see his mother standing tall in the doorway, watching him silently.
He finds himself excessively intimidated at the fact that she has arrived so soon. He looks up and directly into her eyes from where he stands, seeming terrified. He then balances himself, albeit sloppily, making his way towards her general direction. Her eyes remain transfixed on him, watching as he seems to be walking directly towards her ["front"]. His movement is cautious, yet easy. He lifts his head high, standing only inches from her. Looking up, he froze, staring into her face. While beginning to have certain feelings inside that he has almost never known to be real, he lifts his arms high above his head - A thing Chanda recognized as his desire to be lifted up off of the ground. Finding his behavior patterns to be quite unorthodox, she continued to watch [Unfinished Stopping Point]
July 1st, 2011
Chanda and Motrax - A Connection
I want to create a highly melodramatic story scene where through some kind of unexpected circumstance, she meets him, and she becomes so very overwhelmed with a particular kind of mind-deafening sorrow...that tears flow from her eyes the very second she looks at him (or hears any specific 'trigger' that pulls on her heartstrings dauntingly. And then, I want to, with as DEFTLY a vein of poetic prose as possible, convey that she tells everyone else - Monitor, Slade, Sheryl, and Punk - to get themselves as far away from that general area as possible...because she had then resolved to fight him to the death, 'so-help-her.'
I'm thinking to imply that Motrax is "Chartreux," and that regardless of the simple fact that he looks as "real" and "alive" as can be..., he has been DEAD for many, many years, and was the very hellbound "reptilian devil" that she has so intimately loved - and have been forever influenced; maybe ALTERED by - for so many years. It'd be like he was a "zombie." Maybe I should imply that he is a unique kind of "shade?"
Naturally, I would have to weave my words in a way that convey intense emotion, and a battle of equally intense depth.
Maybe this could also [BELIEVABLY but uniquely] explain why Nigel would question Chanda's motives later on in his life? (that end up leading to the decisive battle between him and her...)
Another way to draw a connection between them both would be to simply explain some controversially relevant facts concerning the both of them, and that Motrax is NOT Chartreux...
Time will tell. =)
June 21st, 2011
[Currently Brief] Dialogue moment involving Nigel
{The General Moment}
Nigel is being restrained by two armed men. He stands before a female, who is a bit apt in the art of killing.
She is still nameless.
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*: *towards Nigel* Ha, I always did think you were the cutest one. Look at you. Loookat'chuuu!
[progressive narration]
*: You are so...adorable! No wonder your mother loves you so much, oh yes she DOES! *she smiles brightly*
[brief narration]
*: ~Spill his gall.
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Inspired by quote/unquote "hopeless hero moments" in movies and comic book based cartoons, as well as a brief quip of spoken dialogue from a female character in a certain "mission" in the PS2 game "Grand Theft Auto 3."
June 17th, 2011
Words of Akira
Akira: You best not go treatin' other folks like they owe you some damn something, 'cause 'round these parts, your liable to get a good clean one straight across the jaw like your daddy never gave ya.
June 21st, 2011
Untitled WIP #2
Note of 12-7-10: The story context in this note was written with the idea of continuing the subsequent events that pertain to this story of mine: (link) The Laughingstock Of All Eternity
Okay, so the thing is, everything I have developed so far involves scenes that happen around the middles - or beginning halves - of my next two (or FOUR) - stories. It won't at all be difficult to conceptualize the humble beginnings of these two stories, as I want to focus on the more so 'normal' happenings before anything reaches the intensities of some of what I've come up with below.
Note of 4-20-12: I undertook the task of revising this entry. There are many changes from the original context, mostly to improve its consistency and overall clarity.
Enjoy! =3
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???? ???????: Akira...? Akira?! *she would not be denied his attention now* A-KIRA!!!
He awoke shortly after having heard the third beckoning of her stern voice, opening his emerald eyes and shaking his head as though coming out of a trance...and he was crying. The brunt of the class began to laugh heartily at Akira's misfortune, pointing and scoffing in his direction as he seemed to fold his hands in his lap, covering the shame he couldn't begin to understand the reason for. He turned around to his rear right, hoping to retrieve the slightest of a whispered answer from the Captain of the Guard's daughter, Sheryl, for she was the only classmate in whom he confided his trust. But she was too busy laughing along with the others!
Mrs. Woodard: When all four of the components... *Mrs. Woodard not being one for small talk* ...are crushed together and are in proportionate measurement, what is the resulting effect of the mixture?
Akira: Um...somethin' that tastes good?
The irritable sighs of those behind him only served to broaden his dumbfoundedness.
Mrs. Woodard: Ugh, I can't BELIEVE this! *as she raised her voice over the ensuing laughter* Not only have you COMPLETELY misheard EACH and EVERY step I have outlined thus far, but you have ALSO made a complete and utter MOCKERY of this lesson!!!
Akira: Well it would taste good, wouldn't it? Not much point in drinkin' the stuff if it tastes like somethin' that came straight out of a fluggin'~
Sheryl: Um, Mrs. Woodard...?
Mrs. Woodard: No Sheryl! *her voice of a most particular favortism* I figure that our young Akira can divulge to us all the fine cusines of alchemical refinement! *her way of speech a well-pronounced challenge*
Akira yet again found himself petting his 'emerging guilt', again attracting unwanted attention.
Mrs. Woodard: WHAT are you doing there?! *she exclaimed*
Akira: *he gawked complacently* UH!!
Mrs. Woodard: Oh my gracious! *she huffed* Enough! There will be NO homework for tonight! *as the children expressed their excitement upon departing hastily* Except...for...you.
Akira: ...Huh? *as he feigned ignorance*
Mrs. Woodard: Hmph! I suppose it really WAS a combination too difficult for the likes of YOU to comprehend, which is why I expect a full report on the subject by tomorrow! *as she assured him in the authority of her tone*
Akira: You gotta be KIDDING me!
Sheryl: You really wouldn't want to drink something like that anyway Akira... *she spoke, the softness of her voice a mild consolation to his ears*
Akira: Why not?
Sheryl: Um, because it woulda killed you?
Akira: *he gawked in disbelief*
Sheryl: OR it woulda had you choking and coughing alot, which isn't very nice either. *she grined*
Akira: *in his shock* Holy...crap...
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Renewal: *in her suprise* What did you~
Misfortune: A small consolation for them, dear. The fools won't be halting their advance any time soon, so I reasoned that blanketing their tensions with my lilt might prove beneficial to them in what presently remains of their proud souls.
Renewal: But why? I thought you would never~
Misfortune: There is a young female amongst their ranks. The poor child is barely even a woman...
Renewal: You...
Misfortune: I would offer her protection within the clutch of my talons, if only her heart might turn from this way...
[More progressive dialogue or narration goes somewhere here]
Loathesome: Do you want 'em?!
Insatiable: UuhHhAAWwhHLL... *as his joy grew*
Loathesome: Does you wan'it-uhh...?!
Insatiable: *in his carnal acceptance* YYYEAHAHLLLllhh...
Loathesome: Do yuh wunnuh-wunnit, uhnuh...?!
Insatiable: *he widened his maw, his gullet blooming forth in glorious advance* AWWUULLAAWLLLAHHYAahhlllll...!
Nephilim Soldier: HELP ME, SOMEBODY!!! *he screamed, his words heard only by his captors*
Loathesome: DO-YA-WANNIT, MUHTHAFUCKUH?!?!
Insatiable: *he exhaled, his jaws monsterously wide* HHhhhh... *as he pulled back the frills of his gullet, his splayed out tongue lifting to caress the hapless soldier lovingly* YEAH... *he released, his lust unbridled*
Loathesome: Cluntch 'em nuggle! Buht you better remem'buh what ah told you about baihtin' off ma hainds naouw...
Insatiable: OOHHH...??? *he let forth, complacent in his hunger*
Loathesome: You know meh.
Insatiable: AH...! *as the flower of his gullet burst forth yet again, its fleshy petals collecting the doomed nephilim within their velvet enclosure*
Nephilim Soldier: God...please...save my sou~ AHGHUHH! *his body was quickly accepted into the warmth of The Insatiable Angel, flowing smoothly towards what was his belly. He shed his final tears, descending deftly as they were absorbed within what was the angel's esophagus*
(unfinished)
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Commander: What are you DOING?!
Lieutenant: She was there...
Commander: Get back here you idiot!!!
Lieutenant: I remember the playfulness in her voice...
Private: He's possessed!
Lieutenant: And when I asked her why...
Commander: Then DO something about it!!!
Lieutenant: ...she said that Mother was lonely, and wanted to give her children affection...
Private: Um!
Lieutenant: I begged her to explain...
Loathesome: It's okay, sweetie...
Private: But sir, the Demon is right in front of~
Commander: You spineless COWARD!!! Is EVERYONE so useless?!?!
Loathesome: *in her compassionate shuddering* Shh-he-e-e HH-hEA-ARES YA!! *her voice proceeded*
Lieutenant: ...but she did not answer me...
Loathesome: Yes child... *she spoke, her voice then of uncharacteristically proper speech as she collected him from the ground, staring into his eyes as though she had found a long lost lover*
Lieutenant: I confessed unto her my every weakness; every setback... *he offered, reaching for the black tongue that then extended towards his outstretched hand*
Insatiable: THOU WOULDST ENJOY THE SHEDDING OF ITS SELF BLOOD, WOULD IIIT?!?!
Linda: Oh my God... *her awe no longer capable of heightening*
Private: We need your support, ma'am! We were unable to... *he stops* ...We couldn't...
Commander: IMBECILE!!!!! *he shouts, shoving him aside* We can't continue our advance, m'lady! The Demon of Shade has taken your daughter captive, and I fear that we also might... *he loses his words*
Linda: *her eyes widened gradually* NO!!! God, no! *as she fell to her knees*
Private: CAPTAIN!
Lieutenant: And then did I address her Holy Name.
Loathesome: Hhheah...yyYHEHHAALLH! *she breathed, allowing him to do what he might with the silken length of her tongue*
Lieutenant: It makes sense... *as he held the tongue gently, caressing it unto the salivation of his hands* ...It finally comes to sense...
Linda: FALL BACK!!! FALL BACK!!!!! REGROUP!!!
Insatiable: HEH-HEH-HEH... *he shivered, inhaling horridly* ...EAUUUUUGH, IT MAKES ITSELF SURE OF HER BLESS, AND IT TALKS TOO MUCH... *he taunts, horrific in his disertation*
Lieutenant: Anna...
Loathesome: ~SICH IT! *she snapped, her voice seeming to come from behind him instead of from her drooling maw*
Lieutenant: Am I ready...?
Loathesome: Hhh-HEEHH-H-h... *she shuddered, breathing in her unnatural lust* HehEEHh-h-h...-CK!!! *her throat emitting a startling click that no one could understand*
Lieutenant: Was there ever a transgression barring you from me?
Loathesome: GO'UN AN' GET 'ER, BITCH!
Lieutenant: Did Mother ever tell you HOW we percieved Her love? How we worshipped Her Guardian and low?
Loathesome: She can tell you of many things, flesh... *her voice having become uncharacteristically coherent*
Lieutenant: I'm ready Anna. They can't stop us now...
Loathesome: *as her maw rushed over his frame, dwarfing him in the divinity of her gullet, where he found himself less and less physical in composure, and more surreal with every passing second. And then did he find her, his love of over two decades past. Her spirit drifted towards him, arms widening lovingly*
Anna: Oh how I missed you!
Lieutenant: SHE CARES! *as he praised Mother Salvation* She really cares for us ALL!
Loathesome: Say g'night, nuggle. *she interupts as she strips him of the illusion that brought him the closure of finality, her throat flesh undulating in such a way as to momentarily flap against his face*
Lieutenant: I thank you forever Mothe~
[narration conveying how Loathesome violently sucks him into her gullet, swallowing him deftly in her twisted aggression, and how Linda and her troops cower in retreat, leaving Akira behind, who had stood back from the insanity, now alone and defenseless]
Akira: They abandoned me... *his eyes widening in perpetual horror at the being that towered over him* They left me to die...
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Insatiable: HEY LITTLE FUCKER...
Akira: NO!!! *he ran for his life*
Insatiable: DADDY WANTED ME TA TELL YA A LITTLE STORY...
Akira: *he would fall over himself as he tried to escape*
Insatiable: ONE DAY... *as his talons fell to murder a half-dead soldier* MAMMA BITCH WANTED TUH THROW A PARTY...
Akira: *he ran akwardly, desperate for survival*
Insatiable: BUT DADDY DIDN'T WANNA PLAY THAT DAY... *his voice rumbled, the ground vibrating frighteningly with his rythem*
Akira: *he came to a crossroad, and took a left*
Insatiable: DADDY WANTED TO PISS AROUND WITH THE FODDER...
Akira: *he tried to catch his breath, terrified. But when The Insatiable loomed over him, he screamed unevenly and crawled to his feet, falling down once before running again*
Insatiable: ...AND MAMMA BITCH SAID IT WAS OKAY...
Akira: *he cried helplessly as he tried to escape*
Insatiable: THEY HAD A BALL GIVIN' THE JOKE A ROLE...
Akira: *he reached a dead end*
Insatiable: BUT THEY WANTED TA GIVE 'EM A BUDDY SO HE WOULDN'T BE SUCH A WORTHLESS SHIT...
Akira: No... *he cried, his hope failing*
Insatiable: *he approached Akira in a slow, stomping advance* WANNA KNOW WHOOO...?
Akira: Gods...help me...
Insatiable: IT WAS YOU LITTLE FUCKER...
Akira: What do you want with me?!?!
Insatiable: BREAK THINE FORTITUDE AND BOW DOWN TO THE MASTERS, FLESHWROTH!!!
Akira: *he cringed in utter horror*
Insatiable: ENIE TOLD ME TA TREAT YOU NICE AND FINE LITTLE SISSY BITCH...
Akira: *he couldn't bring himself to stand*
Insatiable: WANNA GO FOR A RIDE?!?!
Akira: Get AWAY from me!!!
Insatiable: *he widened his mouth and chomped his wicked teeth all around Akira, fastidiously molesting him within his mouth with his tongue as he rose from what was a crouch, gradually retreating from where he was while purring monstrously in his then growing contentment*
Akira: *he screamed, inexplicably terrorized, surrounded by teeth and tongue*
[successive narration conveying Insatiable's departure, that gradually transitions into a scene involving Renewal, Misfortune, and Alema]
Alema: How does your lady taste now? *she spoke, in a sultry but forthright authority*
Misfortune: My lady tastes of the sweet tang between this mortal coil and damnation...
Alema: That's good to know dear. Now be an endearing pet and give mother your seed...
Misfortune: Um... *he was befuddled* Dear...
Alema: WHAT'S THIS!?!? *she boomed, his aura nearly leaving him by way of the sheer indomitability of her power* YOU DARE INSULT ME WITH INSUBORDINATION?!?!
Misfortune: NO! I MEAN...my Queen... *her eyes heavily upon his life* I...I do not feel I can...
Alema: ~Identify?
Misfortune: Yes mother... *his voice trailing off complacently* NO! I meant~
The subjects of her thrall were quick to find amusement in his suffering, mocking his countenance with words he yet felt the unpleasant sting of regardless of the fact that they were mere fodder in comparison to his capability.
Alema: Okay. *she offered, rising from her position of having had her thighs spread before him, crawling over what there was of The Cursed One that her present physical manifestation could touch* I'll spell it out for you... *as she proceeded, eventually coming to stand*
He was now most certainly terrified. He neither begged nor offered his opinions concerning her rage, as his form crept steadily away from the expansion of her growing presence that heralded her glory.
Misfortune: I give my lady say... *he offered, shuddering as he progressively cringed down low in backing away in terror, the subjects of his aura cowering beneath what was his body* I give her room... *he prayed unspoken prayers in begging of the divine, hoping sincerely that he might live through her wrath*
(unfinished) (Blessed enters later)
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{Small Idea}
A tiny dialogue moment between Insatiable and a mortal. This may or may not be included in a scene in one of the three/four stories.
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Insatiable: Hnhnhnhnhn, EEEAUGH, IT FEARS BECAUSE IT DIES... *he retched, his horrid voice humorous in its unearthly jest*
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Flamboyant Admirer: Why! THAT would be, ehh... *he shudders in easily noticeable quivering at her indescribable concern, as what little remained of his tact steadily began to wither to nothing* WAIT! *his voice of an unecessary volume* You never...
Alema: *she proceeded to draw closer to him, dragging along the weight of her serpentine tail in her sultry advance*
Flamboyant Admirer: PLEASE! *his demeanor becoming like that of a concerned bystander* You never did... *he was awe-stricken by her sudden closeness*
Alema: *upon having reached the object of her wanting, she exhaled in a peacable lull, crouching low in allowing the bright-hued inner of her thighs to degrade his fragile pride, the thicker of her tail being drawn over her legs and gradually between her thighs as room allowed. It began to coil around and inadvertedly smother her prey in warmth*
Flamboyant Admirer: YOU MUST HEAR ME!!! *his integrity leaving him with nothing as he struggled to climb through the grip of her tail's subsequent coiling* I want to know~ MMRRPH! *his mouth silenced from having collided copius tail fluff*
Alema: *she carefully constricted the inner of her tail's coils inward, giving her target no way to slide down into them in effectively squeezing him, which pushed him further up through them* Yesss...? *she exhaled*
Flamboyant Admirer: I must, I... *his heart's fortitude failing with every utterance* I must know... *he whimphered*
Alema: *her voice emanated from within her with the sounds of three monsterous exhales* Simpering child... *she breathed*
Flamboyant Admirer: Is my lady a demon...? *he shudderingly spoke unto her, his tearful eyes begging her for mercy*
Alema: *her monstrous three-voiced exhale continued* Mother is many things... *she released, meticulously petting her fingers down his back, her eyes lusting upon his very soul* And she cherishes her baaabies... *as she brought him to her lips*
Suddenly, in utterly uncharacteristic displays of affection, the man had begun to WILLINGLY pet her mouth, slipping his hand beyond her lips and upon her tongue. She more than welcomed this, parting her lips modestly in sipping on his hand before GREATLY WIDENING her jaws before his face. And then did he speak to her in a childish tone of voice that was not even his own, manipulated by her power.
Flamboyant Admirer: Mamma? *as he willingly entered her maw* If I'm good... *as her beastly lips sealed around his calves* ...can I come out to play later on today? *his voice muffled in her throat*
He had asked of her a small favor in the unnatural honesty of his hypnotic trance, her tongue having washed over his face, preceeding his concerns. Powerful yet gentle in its touch, it had pulled him in to lay him upon its rear, allowing him to simply slide down its thickly base and into the softly clenching acceptance of her gullet, the sheer audacity of her heart's throbing a soothing depth of lull for his inquisitive spirit. The solemnity of his faint thanking had been cut off behind the subtle yet loving hunger that carefully eased him deeper within the Great Angel, welcoming him home...
{Author's Note}
This may or may not be the end-title name of one of the stories.
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Subsequently relevant scene?
Sheryl: What the...!!!
Misfortune: Rest easy child...
Sheryl: *she falls within the clutch of what was his hand*
Misfortune: When you awaken you may find our surroundings much more to your liking.
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{Scene}
A moment involving Misfortune, Sheryl, and Loathesome.
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[narration conveying how Sheryl slowly wakes up]
Sheryl: Where...where...am I?
[convey that she turns to face Misfortune]
Sheryl: *she gasps, beginning to scream...* GET AWAY FROM ME!!! *...just before she is enwraveled within a slippery yellow tentacle's grasp* AHGHCK!!!
Misfortune: *in his dull, casual tone of voice* Release her, Insanity.
Loathesome: Hnhnhn, AWW...WHYYY???
Misfortune: As much as you would like to take her into the depths of your playground Her Grace requires her for reasons much more prevalent to our cause.
Loathesome: Hheh-h-h-hehhHHEEHh-h-h...
Misfortune: There will be much time for play once their souls have been conjoined with our own. Paradise assures us of this. *he grinned*
Loathesome: BUT YOU DON'T REALLY KNOW, DO YOU?
Misfortune: We mustn't keep them in suspense any longer. Relinquish your hold on her Insanity. Ruin would not find pleasure in this needless folly.
Loathesome: HEHH, RIIIGHT, BUT YOU STILL DON'T KNOW...
Misfortune: *[a conveyance of his battle-readiness]* ...I see that you will not be reasoned with in your attempt at severance from prophecy's chords. Very well then. May The Cunnilingus Of Asmodeus Rend Your Pride In Twain.
[narration detailing a brief fight between Misfortune and Loathesome that concerns the fate of Sheryl, which is later brought to a halt by Renewal]
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Hoo! @_@
There is still much, much more to be done with all of this, and I'm excited myself to see where I end up taking this. Hope you like the end results!
I wanted to add more old textual stuffs, but I'm tired now...
Posted to help me get over my
Indulge yourself.
November 30th, 2011
Future Story Titles
Killing You Isn't Enough (Nigel...)
Don't Let Her Win (Nirvana...)
Break Him (Asmodeus? Nigel? Lucia?)
Keeping The Pressure On (Retribution? Savory? Nirvana?)
Bust The Moment (Akira vs Kristina)
March 8th, 2012
Dialogue of March 8th
Nirvana Paradox: *to Akira* Do you know where I can find this man? Do you?
[painful narration]
Nirvana Paradox: It's only takes a few words, dear...
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Nirvana Paradox: *monstrous tone* Ohh...
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Nirvana Paradox: That's...disheartening to hear.
[vivid narration]
Nirvana Paradox: You really SHOULD be more useful though, because when you are not...I have to go and play with someone else...
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Relevant to (link) Ascension (footnotes)
August 12th, 2011
Dialogue of August 11th, 2011
Sheryl: So you knew?
Nigel: No, I didn't. I was too busy trying to survey the area. It didn't seem as important at that point, but~
Sheryl: No. *her voice defiant*
Nigel: Sheryl...
Sheryl: No...no-no, I don't wanna hear about that. What I wanna know is why you followed him in the first place.
Nigel: I didn't have time to make a conscious decision. And for that matter, had I chosen to...~
Sheryl: No...
Nigel: I might not have even made it BACK here if it wasn't for the~ *he pauses briefly* ...for him.
Sheryl: Why did you follow him?
Nigel: ...You wouldn't understand.
Sheryl: Don't you go tellin' me I'm stupid, because frankly~
Nigel: I didn't have a choice.
Sheryl: ...I'm NOT as dumb as you think I am.
Nigel: The Eni~ *he stops*
Sheryl: Don't! Don't say that! Don't EVER say that!
Nigel: Look, take it however you want to, but I'm trying to tell you that the situation was NOT in my hands, and that, that guy... He said I was~
Sheryl: Why didn't you fight him?
Nigel: What???
Sheryl: Why didn't you try to fight back?
Nigel: He...he was~
Sheryl: All you wanna do is talk about how you HAD to follow him like you couldn't even have done anything else.
Nigel: I just TOLD you that.
Sheryl: Then tell me why, damnit!!!
Nigel: Sheryl, I can't~
Sheryl: I'm so sick of this... WHY AREN'T YOU EVEN TRYING ANYMORE?!
Nigel: Sheryl I couldn't~
Sheryl: Stop hiding.
Nigel: Wh... *he was taken aback*
Sheryl: Don't you dare... After all we've been through, don't you DARE hide from me!!!
[suspenseful narration]
Sheryl: You gave up.
Nigel: !
Sheryl: You stopped caring...like you always SAID you would.
Nigel: Sheryl, you're not His enemy!
Sheryl: !!!!! Oh God no...
Nigel: He's not..., wel~ H-...He's not~
Sheryl: No...
Nigel: I can't explain it! He just...~
Sheryl: Oh God please no...
Nigel: He's gonna help us GET THERE! He's gonna...He's gonna help us go back!
Sheryl: They took you...
Nigel: You, me, Kat~ Everyone!
Sheryl: You can't see me anymore...
Nigel: Yes I can!
Sheryl: They got to you, and now you're~
Nigel: If you would just LISTEN~
Sheryl: You CAN'T GO BACK NOW!!!
Nigel: We all can!
Sheryl: Once you've seen Him, there's no turning back! He's gonna come back for you. He's gonna come back, and seal you off! Many people~ no... THOUSANDS of innocent people are gonna die! And when I come to, my mom...my REAL mom. She's...she's gonna~
Nigel: It was only a dream, Sheryl! Another stupid dream!
Sheryl: THAT'S BULLSHIT!!!!!
Nigel: HE'S ON OUR SIDE! He's one of US! And once she changes us for the better, we can all stand our ground, and fight our way BACK to Her!
Sheryl: You LIAR!!!
Nigel: Without my intervention, we'd be all but safe! I know what's gonna happen. I know that lots of people are gonna get hurt~
Sheryl: AND YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!!!
Nigel: I made a pact with him!
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I'm not satisfied with this as it is right now.
It needs SEVERAL things.
August 2nd, 2011
Nigel Eagerly Prepares The Bath Water
{Theme}
It has been many days and nights; weeks and months that he has lived under the care of Chanda. Nigel comes home rather early one evening, having gone out to purchase the few items necessary to proceed with bathing his large mother. In one moment, he turns around to go and fetch the soap he requires. After returning [to the room] with it, he then comes to realize that he hasn't even retrieved the bucket of bathing water. He spins around quickly, only to see his mother standing tall in the doorway, watching him silently.
He finds himself excessively intimidated at the fact that she has arrived so soon. He looks up and directly into her eyes from where he stands, seeming terrified. He then balances himself, albeit sloppily, making his way towards her general direction. Her eyes remain transfixed on him, watching as he seems to be walking directly towards her ["front"]. His movement is cautious, yet easy. He lifts his head high, standing only inches from her. Looking up, he froze, staring into her face. While beginning to have certain feelings inside that he has almost never known to be real, he lifts his arms high above his head - A thing Chanda recognized as his desire to be lifted up off of the ground. Finding his behavior patterns to be quite unorthodox, she continued to watch [Unfinished Stopping Point]
July 1st, 2011
Chanda and Motrax - A Connection
I want to create a highly melodramatic story scene where through some kind of unexpected circumstance, she meets him, and she becomes so very overwhelmed with a particular kind of mind-deafening sorrow...that tears flow from her eyes the very second she looks at him (or hears any specific 'trigger' that pulls on her heartstrings dauntingly. And then, I want to, with as DEFTLY a vein of poetic prose as possible, convey that she tells everyone else - Monitor, Slade, Sheryl, and Punk - to get themselves as far away from that general area as possible...because she had then resolved to fight him to the death, 'so-help-her.'
I'm thinking to imply that Motrax is "Chartreux," and that regardless of the simple fact that he looks as "real" and "alive" as can be..., he has been DEAD for many, many years, and was the very hellbound "reptilian devil" that she has so intimately loved - and have been forever influenced; maybe ALTERED by - for so many years. It'd be like he was a "zombie." Maybe I should imply that he is a unique kind of "shade?"
Naturally, I would have to weave my words in a way that convey intense emotion, and a battle of equally intense depth.
Maybe this could also [BELIEVABLY but uniquely] explain why Nigel would question Chanda's motives later on in his life? (that end up leading to the decisive battle between him and her...)
Another way to draw a connection between them both would be to simply explain some controversially relevant facts concerning the both of them, and that Motrax is NOT Chartreux...
Time will tell. =)
June 21st, 2011
[Currently Brief] Dialogue moment involving Nigel
{The General Moment}
Nigel is being restrained by two armed men. He stands before a female, who is a bit apt in the art of killing.
She is still nameless.
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*: *towards Nigel* Ha, I always did think you were the cutest one. Look at you. Loookat'chuuu!
[progressive narration]
*: You are so...adorable! No wonder your mother loves you so much, oh yes she DOES! *she smiles brightly*
[brief narration]
*: ~Spill his gall.
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Inspired by quote/unquote "hopeless hero moments" in movies and comic book based cartoons, as well as a brief quip of spoken dialogue from a female character in a certain "mission" in the PS2 game "Grand Theft Auto 3."
June 17th, 2011
Words of Akira
Akira: You best not go treatin' other folks like they owe you some damn something, 'cause 'round these parts, your liable to get a good clean one straight across the jaw like your daddy never gave ya.
June 21st, 2011
Untitled WIP #2
Note of 12-7-10: The story context in this note was written with the idea of continuing the subsequent events that pertain to this story of mine: (link) The Laughingstock Of All Eternity
Okay, so the thing is, everything I have developed so far involves scenes that happen around the middles - or beginning halves - of my next two (or FOUR) - stories. It won't at all be difficult to conceptualize the humble beginnings of these two stories, as I want to focus on the more so 'normal' happenings before anything reaches the intensities of some of what I've come up with below.
Note of 4-20-12: I undertook the task of revising this entry. There are many changes from the original context, mostly to improve its consistency and overall clarity.
Enjoy! =3
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The beginning
~ Amongst a grouping of befuddled classmates ~???? ???????: Akira...? Akira?! *she would not be denied his attention now* A-KIRA!!!
He awoke shortly after having heard the third beckoning of her stern voice, opening his emerald eyes and shaking his head as though coming out of a trance...and he was crying. The brunt of the class began to laugh heartily at Akira's misfortune, pointing and scoffing in his direction as he seemed to fold his hands in his lap, covering the shame he couldn't begin to understand the reason for. He turned around to his rear right, hoping to retrieve the slightest of a whispered answer from the Captain of the Guard's daughter, Sheryl, for she was the only classmate in whom he confided his trust. But she was too busy laughing along with the others!
Mrs. Woodard: When all four of the components... *Mrs. Woodard not being one for small talk* ...are crushed together and are in proportionate measurement, what is the resulting effect of the mixture?
Akira: Um...somethin' that tastes good?
The irritable sighs of those behind him only served to broaden his dumbfoundedness.
Mrs. Woodard: Ugh, I can't BELIEVE this! *as she raised her voice over the ensuing laughter* Not only have you COMPLETELY misheard EACH and EVERY step I have outlined thus far, but you have ALSO made a complete and utter MOCKERY of this lesson!!!
Akira: Well it would taste good, wouldn't it? Not much point in drinkin' the stuff if it tastes like somethin' that came straight out of a fluggin'~
Sheryl: Um, Mrs. Woodard...?
Mrs. Woodard: No Sheryl! *her voice of a most particular favortism* I figure that our young Akira can divulge to us all the fine cusines of alchemical refinement! *her way of speech a well-pronounced challenge*
Akira yet again found himself petting his 'emerging guilt', again attracting unwanted attention.
Mrs. Woodard: WHAT are you doing there?! *she exclaimed*
Akira: *he gawked complacently* UH!!
Mrs. Woodard: Oh my gracious! *she huffed* Enough! There will be NO homework for tonight! *as the children expressed their excitement upon departing hastily* Except...for...you.
Akira: ...Huh? *as he feigned ignorance*
Mrs. Woodard: Hmph! I suppose it really WAS a combination too difficult for the likes of YOU to comprehend, which is why I expect a full report on the subject by tomorrow! *as she assured him in the authority of her tone*
Akira: You gotta be KIDDING me!
Sheryl: You really wouldn't want to drink something like that anyway Akira... *she spoke, the softness of her voice a mild consolation to his ears*
Akira: Why not?
Sheryl: Um, because it woulda killed you?
Akira: *he gawked in disbelief*
Sheryl: OR it woulda had you choking and coughing alot, which isn't very nice either. *she grined*
Akira: *in his shock* Holy...crap...
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~ A conversation somewhere in the middle ~Renewal: *in her suprise* What did you~
Misfortune: A small consolation for them, dear. The fools won't be halting their advance any time soon, so I reasoned that blanketing their tensions with my lilt might prove beneficial to them in what presently remains of their proud souls.
Renewal: But why? I thought you would never~
Misfortune: There is a young female amongst their ranks. The poor child is barely even a woman...
Renewal: You...
Misfortune: I would offer her protection within the clutch of my talons, if only her heart might turn from this way...
[More progressive dialogue or narration goes somewhere here]
Loathesome: Do you want 'em?!
Insatiable: UuhHhAAWwhHLL... *as his joy grew*
Loathesome: Does you wan'it-uhh...?!
Insatiable: *in his carnal acceptance* YYYEAHAHLLLllhh...
Loathesome: Do yuh wunnuh-wunnit, uhnuh...?!
Insatiable: *he widened his maw, his gullet blooming forth in glorious advance* AWWUULLAAWLLLAHHYAahhlllll...!
Nephilim Soldier: HELP ME, SOMEBODY!!! *he screamed, his words heard only by his captors*
Loathesome: DO-YA-WANNIT, MUHTHAFUCKUH?!?!
Insatiable: *he exhaled, his jaws monsterously wide* HHhhhh... *as he pulled back the frills of his gullet, his splayed out tongue lifting to caress the hapless soldier lovingly* YEAH... *he released, his lust unbridled*
Loathesome: Cluntch 'em nuggle! Buht you better remem'buh what ah told you about baihtin' off ma hainds naouw...
Insatiable: OOHHH...??? *he let forth, complacent in his hunger*
Loathesome: You know meh.
Insatiable: AH...! *as the flower of his gullet burst forth yet again, its fleshy petals collecting the doomed nephilim within their velvet enclosure*
Nephilim Soldier: God...please...save my sou~ AHGHUHH! *his body was quickly accepted into the warmth of The Insatiable Angel, flowing smoothly towards what was his belly. He shed his final tears, descending deftly as they were absorbed within what was the angel's esophagus*
(unfinished)
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~ Part of a scene where Loathesome and Insatiable are battling the resistance troops ~Commander: What are you DOING?!
Lieutenant: She was there...
Commander: Get back here you idiot!!!
Lieutenant: I remember the playfulness in her voice...
Private: He's possessed!
Lieutenant: And when I asked her why...
Commander: Then DO something about it!!!
Lieutenant: ...she said that Mother was lonely, and wanted to give her children affection...
Private: Um!
Lieutenant: I begged her to explain...
Loathesome: It's okay, sweetie...
Private: But sir, the Demon is right in front of~
Commander: You spineless COWARD!!! Is EVERYONE so useless?!?!
Loathesome: *in her compassionate shuddering* Shh-he-e-e HH-hEA-ARES YA!! *her voice proceeded*
Lieutenant: ...but she did not answer me...
Loathesome: Yes child... *she spoke, her voice then of uncharacteristically proper speech as she collected him from the ground, staring into his eyes as though she had found a long lost lover*
Lieutenant: I confessed unto her my every weakness; every setback... *he offered, reaching for the black tongue that then extended towards his outstretched hand*
Insatiable: THOU WOULDST ENJOY THE SHEDDING OF ITS SELF BLOOD, WOULD IIIT?!?!
Linda: Oh my God... *her awe no longer capable of heightening*
Private: We need your support, ma'am! We were unable to... *he stops* ...We couldn't...
Commander: IMBECILE!!!!! *he shouts, shoving him aside* We can't continue our advance, m'lady! The Demon of Shade has taken your daughter captive, and I fear that we also might... *he loses his words*
Linda: *her eyes widened gradually* NO!!! God, no! *as she fell to her knees*
Private: CAPTAIN!
Lieutenant: And then did I address her Holy Name.
Loathesome: Hhheah...yyYHEHHAALLH! *she breathed, allowing him to do what he might with the silken length of her tongue*
Lieutenant: It makes sense... *as he held the tongue gently, caressing it unto the salivation of his hands* ...It finally comes to sense...
Linda: FALL BACK!!! FALL BACK!!!!! REGROUP!!!
Insatiable: HEH-HEH-HEH... *he shivered, inhaling horridly* ...EAUUUUUGH, IT MAKES ITSELF SURE OF HER BLESS, AND IT TALKS TOO MUCH... *he taunts, horrific in his disertation*
Lieutenant: Anna...
Loathesome: ~SICH IT! *she snapped, her voice seeming to come from behind him instead of from her drooling maw*
Lieutenant: Am I ready...?
Loathesome: Hhh-HEEHH-H-h... *she shuddered, breathing in her unnatural lust* HehEEHh-h-h...-CK!!! *her throat emitting a startling click that no one could understand*
Lieutenant: Was there ever a transgression barring you from me?
Loathesome: GO'UN AN' GET 'ER, BITCH!
Lieutenant: Did Mother ever tell you HOW we percieved Her love? How we worshipped Her Guardian and low?
Loathesome: She can tell you of many things, flesh... *her voice having become uncharacteristically coherent*
Lieutenant: I'm ready Anna. They can't stop us now...
Loathesome: *as her maw rushed over his frame, dwarfing him in the divinity of her gullet, where he found himself less and less physical in composure, and more surreal with every passing second. And then did he find her, his love of over two decades past. Her spirit drifted towards him, arms widening lovingly*
Anna: Oh how I missed you!
Lieutenant: SHE CARES! *as he praised Mother Salvation* She really cares for us ALL!
Loathesome: Say g'night, nuggle. *she interupts as she strips him of the illusion that brought him the closure of finality, her throat flesh undulating in such a way as to momentarily flap against his face*
Lieutenant: I thank you forever Mothe~
[narration conveying how Loathesome violently sucks him into her gullet, swallowing him deftly in her twisted aggression, and how Linda and her troops cower in retreat, leaving Akira behind, who had stood back from the insanity, now alone and defenseless]
Akira: They abandoned me... *his eyes widening in perpetual horror at the being that towered over him* They left me to die...
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~ Akira And The Insatiable One ~Insatiable: HEY LITTLE FUCKER...
Akira: NO!!! *he ran for his life*
Insatiable: DADDY WANTED ME TA TELL YA A LITTLE STORY...
Akira: *he would fall over himself as he tried to escape*
Insatiable: ONE DAY... *as his talons fell to murder a half-dead soldier* MAMMA BITCH WANTED TUH THROW A PARTY...
Akira: *he ran akwardly, desperate for survival*
Insatiable: BUT DADDY DIDN'T WANNA PLAY THAT DAY... *his voice rumbled, the ground vibrating frighteningly with his rythem*
Akira: *he came to a crossroad, and took a left*
Insatiable: DADDY WANTED TO PISS AROUND WITH THE FODDER...
Akira: *he tried to catch his breath, terrified. But when The Insatiable loomed over him, he screamed unevenly and crawled to his feet, falling down once before running again*
Insatiable: ...AND MAMMA BITCH SAID IT WAS OKAY...
Akira: *he cried helplessly as he tried to escape*
Insatiable: THEY HAD A BALL GIVIN' THE JOKE A ROLE...
Akira: *he reached a dead end*
Insatiable: BUT THEY WANTED TA GIVE 'EM A BUDDY SO HE WOULDN'T BE SUCH A WORTHLESS SHIT...
Akira: No... *he cried, his hope failing*
Insatiable: *he approached Akira in a slow, stomping advance* WANNA KNOW WHOOO...?
Akira: Gods...help me...
Insatiable: IT WAS YOU LITTLE FUCKER...
Akira: What do you want with me?!?!
Insatiable: BREAK THINE FORTITUDE AND BOW DOWN TO THE MASTERS, FLESHWROTH!!!
Akira: *he cringed in utter horror*
Insatiable: ENIE TOLD ME TA TREAT YOU NICE AND FINE LITTLE SISSY BITCH...
Akira: *he couldn't bring himself to stand*
Insatiable: WANNA GO FOR A RIDE?!?!
Akira: Get AWAY from me!!!
Insatiable: *he widened his mouth and chomped his wicked teeth all around Akira, fastidiously molesting him within his mouth with his tongue as he rose from what was a crouch, gradually retreating from where he was while purring monstrously in his then growing contentment*
Akira: *he screamed, inexplicably terrorized, surrounded by teeth and tongue*
[successive narration conveying Insatiable's departure, that gradually transitions into a scene involving Renewal, Misfortune, and Alema]
Alema: How does your lady taste now? *she spoke, in a sultry but forthright authority*
Misfortune: My lady tastes of the sweet tang between this mortal coil and damnation...
Alema: That's good to know dear. Now be an endearing pet and give mother your seed...
Misfortune: Um... *he was befuddled* Dear...
Alema: WHAT'S THIS!?!? *she boomed, his aura nearly leaving him by way of the sheer indomitability of her power* YOU DARE INSULT ME WITH INSUBORDINATION?!?!
Misfortune: NO! I MEAN...my Queen... *her eyes heavily upon his life* I...I do not feel I can...
Alema: ~Identify?
Misfortune: Yes mother... *his voice trailing off complacently* NO! I meant~
The subjects of her thrall were quick to find amusement in his suffering, mocking his countenance with words he yet felt the unpleasant sting of regardless of the fact that they were mere fodder in comparison to his capability.
Alema: Okay. *she offered, rising from her position of having had her thighs spread before him, crawling over what there was of The Cursed One that her present physical manifestation could touch* I'll spell it out for you... *as she proceeded, eventually coming to stand*
He was now most certainly terrified. He neither begged nor offered his opinions concerning her rage, as his form crept steadily away from the expansion of her growing presence that heralded her glory.
Misfortune: I give my lady say... *he offered, shuddering as he progressively cringed down low in backing away in terror, the subjects of his aura cowering beneath what was his body* I give her room... *he prayed unspoken prayers in begging of the divine, hoping sincerely that he might live through her wrath*
(unfinished) (Blessed enters later)
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{Small Idea}
A tiny dialogue moment between Insatiable and a mortal. This may or may not be included in a scene in one of the three/four stories.
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Insatiable: Hnhnhnhnhn, EEEAUGH, IT FEARS BECAUSE IT DIES... *he retched, his horrid voice humorous in its unearthly jest*
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~ A chance meeting between a hapless soldier and the Greater Angel of Corruption ~Flamboyant Admirer: Why! THAT would be, ehh... *he shudders in easily noticeable quivering at her indescribable concern, as what little remained of his tact steadily began to wither to nothing* WAIT! *his voice of an unecessary volume* You never...
Alema: *she proceeded to draw closer to him, dragging along the weight of her serpentine tail in her sultry advance*
Flamboyant Admirer: PLEASE! *his demeanor becoming like that of a concerned bystander* You never did... *he was awe-stricken by her sudden closeness*
Alema: *upon having reached the object of her wanting, she exhaled in a peacable lull, crouching low in allowing the bright-hued inner of her thighs to degrade his fragile pride, the thicker of her tail being drawn over her legs and gradually between her thighs as room allowed. It began to coil around and inadvertedly smother her prey in warmth*
Flamboyant Admirer: YOU MUST HEAR ME!!! *his integrity leaving him with nothing as he struggled to climb through the grip of her tail's subsequent coiling* I want to know~ MMRRPH! *his mouth silenced from having collided copius tail fluff*
Alema: *she carefully constricted the inner of her tail's coils inward, giving her target no way to slide down into them in effectively squeezing him, which pushed him further up through them* Yesss...? *she exhaled*
Flamboyant Admirer: I must, I... *his heart's fortitude failing with every utterance* I must know... *he whimphered*
Alema: *her voice emanated from within her with the sounds of three monsterous exhales* Simpering child... *she breathed*
Flamboyant Admirer: Is my lady a demon...? *he shudderingly spoke unto her, his tearful eyes begging her for mercy*
Alema: *her monstrous three-voiced exhale continued* Mother is many things... *she released, meticulously petting her fingers down his back, her eyes lusting upon his very soul* And she cherishes her baaabies... *as she brought him to her lips*
Suddenly, in utterly uncharacteristic displays of affection, the man had begun to WILLINGLY pet her mouth, slipping his hand beyond her lips and upon her tongue. She more than welcomed this, parting her lips modestly in sipping on his hand before GREATLY WIDENING her jaws before his face. And then did he speak to her in a childish tone of voice that was not even his own, manipulated by her power.
Flamboyant Admirer: Mamma? *as he willingly entered her maw* If I'm good... *as her beastly lips sealed around his calves* ...can I come out to play later on today? *his voice muffled in her throat*
He had asked of her a small favor in the unnatural honesty of his hypnotic trance, her tongue having washed over his face, preceeding his concerns. Powerful yet gentle in its touch, it had pulled him in to lay him upon its rear, allowing him to simply slide down its thickly base and into the softly clenching acceptance of her gullet, the sheer audacity of her heart's throbing a soothing depth of lull for his inquisitive spirit. The solemnity of his faint thanking had been cut off behind the subtle yet loving hunger that carefully eased him deeper within the Great Angel, welcoming him home...
...Into The Depths Of The Birth Mother's Womb...{Author's Note}
This may or may not be the end-title name of one of the stories.
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Subsequently relevant scene?
Sheryl: What the...!!!
Misfortune: Rest easy child...
Sheryl: *she falls within the clutch of what was his hand*
Misfortune: When you awaken you may find our surroundings much more to your liking.
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{Scene}
A moment involving Misfortune, Sheryl, and Loathesome.
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[narration conveying how Sheryl slowly wakes up]
Sheryl: Where...where...am I?
[convey that she turns to face Misfortune]
Sheryl: *she gasps, beginning to scream...* GET AWAY FROM ME!!! *...just before she is enwraveled within a slippery yellow tentacle's grasp* AHGHCK!!!
Misfortune: *in his dull, casual tone of voice* Release her, Insanity.
Loathesome: Hnhnhn, AWW...WHYYY???
Misfortune: As much as you would like to take her into the depths of your playground Her Grace requires her for reasons much more prevalent to our cause.
Loathesome: Hheh-h-h-hehhHHEEHh-h-h...
Misfortune: There will be much time for play once their souls have been conjoined with our own. Paradise assures us of this. *he grinned*
Loathesome: BUT YOU DON'T REALLY KNOW, DO YOU?
Misfortune: We mustn't keep them in suspense any longer. Relinquish your hold on her Insanity. Ruin would not find pleasure in this needless folly.
Loathesome: HEHH, RIIIGHT, BUT YOU STILL DON'T KNOW...
Misfortune: *[a conveyance of his battle-readiness]* ...I see that you will not be reasoned with in your attempt at severance from prophecy's chords. Very well then. May The Cunnilingus Of Asmodeus Rend Your Pride In Twain.
[narration detailing a brief fight between Misfortune and Loathesome that concerns the fate of Sheryl, which is later brought to a halt by Renewal]
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Hoo! @_@
There is still much, much more to be done with all of this, and I'm excited myself to see where I end up taking this. Hope you like the end results!
I wanted to add more old textual stuffs, but I'm tired now...
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@_@ longest journal i've ever seen but I'll read it tonight
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