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Posted 11 years agoBasically, I'm trying to decide which Pokémon I would be.
I'm trying to avoid the obvious ones, and the 'over popular' ones (Lucario- even though I love it's types - Houndoom, and any legendries. also, absolutely NO PIKACHU!! Watch the very first episode; he's kind of a dick)
I'm thinking one of these:
Gengar (possibly shiny)
Noivern
Haxorus
Empoleon,
Sandslash
or something like that. . . .
I can't decide. .
any help would be appreciated!
I'm trying to avoid the obvious ones, and the 'over popular' ones (Lucario- even though I love it's types - Houndoom, and any legendries. also, absolutely NO PIKACHU!! Watch the very first episode; he's kind of a dick)
I'm thinking one of these:
Gengar (possibly shiny)
Noivern
Haxorus
Empoleon,
Sandslash
or something like that. . . .
I can't decide. .
any help would be appreciated!
Dragon Age Stoy
Posted 11 years agoWould anyone be interested in my DA story. . . .. ?
It's about the character I play in the game: A Driad Elf named Roșu Pană.
Roughly following game-play (with some EXTRA 'bits' thrown in every so often.)
Here's a bit of a bio:
Even though he's one of the last 'pure' Elves left, he bears them no ill will, and will spare a life when given the option.
Though fair, and patient, Rosu seems to have a lack of humor, or so he tries to hide, often thinking a remark he'd rather say.
His Warrior Dog, Anafki, whom he rescued from poisoning, tends to show off a bit of his trainers' sarcasm.
Alistair, on the other hand, makes no effort to hide the fact that he doesn't trust Rosu.
Along the way, they encounter a crazed 'witch', and her defiant daughter, a criminal ready to be eaten by the Wilds, and a female monk, whom Alistair is infatuated with (and many females interested in sleeping with one of the few remaining true elves, MUCH to his chagrin)
I'm hoping to get at least a part of it written so I can upload it soon and get some feedback.
I think that's all for now. . .. Some Zoroark lovin' coming up, and (as soon as I find those damn sheets) I'll also have some Ditto lovins' as well! :heart:
(I was on a roll a while back. . . can't say why exactly. . )
What else . .. ?
Thanks to my 'Royal Rouge' story, I have been added to the FA Writers' community. (There are so few of us around)
Not much else I can think of at the moment. . .. .
It's about the character I play in the game: A Driad Elf named Roșu Pană.
Roughly following game-play (with some EXTRA 'bits' thrown in every so often.)
Here's a bit of a bio:
Even though he's one of the last 'pure' Elves left, he bears them no ill will, and will spare a life when given the option.
Though fair, and patient, Rosu seems to have a lack of humor, or so he tries to hide, often thinking a remark he'd rather say.
His Warrior Dog, Anafki, whom he rescued from poisoning, tends to show off a bit of his trainers' sarcasm.
Alistair, on the other hand, makes no effort to hide the fact that he doesn't trust Rosu.
Along the way, they encounter a crazed 'witch', and her defiant daughter, a criminal ready to be eaten by the Wilds, and a female monk, whom Alistair is infatuated with (and many females interested in sleeping with one of the few remaining true elves, MUCH to his chagrin)
I'm hoping to get at least a part of it written so I can upload it soon and get some feedback.
I think that's all for now. . .. Some Zoroark lovin' coming up, and (as soon as I find those damn sheets) I'll also have some Ditto lovins' as well! :heart:
(I was on a roll a while back. . . can't say why exactly. . )
What else . .. ?
Thanks to my 'Royal Rouge' story, I have been added to the FA Writers' community. (There are so few of us around)
Not much else I can think of at the moment. . .. .
Yoai Storai date!
Posted 11 years agoYeah, so, as listed, I have been planning a Yoai (If you don't know, you don't NEED to know.) and have gotten names, plot and character sheets somewhat done.
(If I an find them somewhere on my labyrinth of a laptop. . )
I can give you a generalized preview/sneak peek, though!
ATTENTION: This is a 18+ story!!
I'll trust you to know that you are intelligent enough to know:
If you do not like the concept of 'yoai', the solution is simple; instead of complaining, calling it crap, a waste of time or such, click 'x' and continue along your way.
I am not forcing you to read this; you are doing so on your own free will.
Please keep things civil.
Don't like it? Don't read it.
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part 1.
Keral wasn't sure why he kept coming back to this bathhouse. He supposed that is was purely to please his father; a high-standing man amongst his own peers. He never liked this place much; it was always filled with old men, who seemed to pride themselves on boasting how many women they've laid over the years.
Leomangue, on the other hand, loved and prided himself on being able to sneak in to this exclusive club looking for loose women.
Leomangue, or Leo, often got 'lucky' here, able to sweet talk the ladies with his street-wise words.
As Leo strode past a group of men laying out in lawn chairs with barely towels covering them, he caught the eye of two; the woman who was blushing at him, and Keral, who watched him pass.
Keral watched as the woman, who was dark haired, giggled and walked out, catching pieces of the conversation.
He knew this guy wasn't part of this club; he must have barely made it inside judging by his clothes, but he drew Keral closer, whether he was aware of it or not.
This one was beautiful - he had a slight tan, that highlighted his brilliant rust colored hair, that blew around his chestnut eyes, that, when they caught the eye line of Keral, bore into his soul.
Keral spent most of the following days hoping to see him stride in as he usually does, and watching his movements when he did.
A week after he'd first laid eyes on this red-haired wonder, he could take no more; he had to act.
He felt the heat come over him quickly, and made his move when he was alone.
Keral grabbed him by the arm and led him away from the people.
"Hey - what?!" Leo managed to squeak out.
"Y-you're not going to report me, are you?"
As Keral dragged him into a closet, Leo's thoughts changed drastically.
"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" He asked as Keral closed the door softly.
Keral gently brushed Leos' hair from his shocked face.
"No. Please forgive me, my name is Keral, son of Hitatchi, the president of a major electronics corporation, and I would be the one who is killed if this ever got out."
"Y-you're. . .?"
"You are beautiful."
Leo felt himself stare into Kerals' dark black eyes, and for a moment it felt right. He reached out to touch Kerals' shoulder, to make sure this was really happening, but hesitated, and pulled his arm back.
"Leomangue. M-my names' Leomangue."
"Beautiful." Keral whispered, half to his name, half to his face.
"Please forgive me," he repeated, as his hand went lower, "I can no longer resist touching you. If you don't like men, close your eyes. I promise; you'll enjoy this."
Leo felt Keral undo his pants and was shocked that he was slightly excited. As Keral's face sunk lower, Leo placed his hand through his ebony hair and closed his eyes. Not that he didn't like this, but out of instinct at the thrill he was about to experience. . . . .
(If I an find them somewhere on my labyrinth of a laptop. . )
I can give you a generalized preview/sneak peek, though!
ATTENTION: This is a 18+ story!!
I'll trust you to know that you are intelligent enough to know:
If you do not like the concept of 'yoai', the solution is simple; instead of complaining, calling it crap, a waste of time or such, click 'x' and continue along your way.
I am not forcing you to read this; you are doing so on your own free will.
Please keep things civil.
Don't like it? Don't read it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Royal Rouge Preview:part 1.
Keral wasn't sure why he kept coming back to this bathhouse. He supposed that is was purely to please his father; a high-standing man amongst his own peers. He never liked this place much; it was always filled with old men, who seemed to pride themselves on boasting how many women they've laid over the years.
Leomangue, on the other hand, loved and prided himself on being able to sneak in to this exclusive club looking for loose women.
Leomangue, or Leo, often got 'lucky' here, able to sweet talk the ladies with his street-wise words.
As Leo strode past a group of men laying out in lawn chairs with barely towels covering them, he caught the eye of two; the woman who was blushing at him, and Keral, who watched him pass.
Keral watched as the woman, who was dark haired, giggled and walked out, catching pieces of the conversation.
He knew this guy wasn't part of this club; he must have barely made it inside judging by his clothes, but he drew Keral closer, whether he was aware of it or not.
This one was beautiful - he had a slight tan, that highlighted his brilliant rust colored hair, that blew around his chestnut eyes, that, when they caught the eye line of Keral, bore into his soul.
Keral spent most of the following days hoping to see him stride in as he usually does, and watching his movements when he did.
A week after he'd first laid eyes on this red-haired wonder, he could take no more; he had to act.
He felt the heat come over him quickly, and made his move when he was alone.
Keral grabbed him by the arm and led him away from the people.
"Hey - what?!" Leo managed to squeak out.
"Y-you're not going to report me, are you?"
As Keral dragged him into a closet, Leo's thoughts changed drastically.
"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" He asked as Keral closed the door softly.
Keral gently brushed Leos' hair from his shocked face.
"No. Please forgive me, my name is Keral, son of Hitatchi, the president of a major electronics corporation, and I would be the one who is killed if this ever got out."
"Y-you're. . .?"
"You are beautiful."
Leo felt himself stare into Kerals' dark black eyes, and for a moment it felt right. He reached out to touch Kerals' shoulder, to make sure this was really happening, but hesitated, and pulled his arm back.
"Leomangue. M-my names' Leomangue."
"Beautiful." Keral whispered, half to his name, half to his face.
"Please forgive me," he repeated, as his hand went lower, "I can no longer resist touching you. If you don't like men, close your eyes. I promise; you'll enjoy this."
Leo felt Keral undo his pants and was shocked that he was slightly excited. As Keral's face sunk lower, Leo placed his hand through his ebony hair and closed his eyes. Not that he didn't like this, but out of instinct at the thrill he was about to experience. . . . .
To be continued. . . 