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Free Ideas 2014-10
Posted 11 years agoTandoori to go: Someone gets an order of Chinese delivered. As they eat each course - sweet and sour nuggets, noodles, chicken soup, egg rolls, they progressively turn into a panda.
I think this would be best as an art sequence.
Punchline: Cut to one hour later. They're hungry again.
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[ART] Ready for my close-up: Photobooth sequence. Person or persons enter a photo booth. As each picture goes on, they get progressively more transformed.
Alternate: If it's a latex TF, call it "Glossy". Or "Glossi". With an I.
Yes, it's short. Because I actually wrote stories this month, two of 'em.
I think this would be best as an art sequence.
Punchline: Cut to one hour later. They're hungry again.
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[ART] Ready for my close-up: Photobooth sequence. Person or persons enter a photo booth. As each picture goes on, they get progressively more transformed.
Alternate: If it's a latex TF, call it "Glossy". Or "Glossi". With an I.
Yes, it's short. Because I actually wrote stories this month, two of 'em.
Free ideas 201409
Posted 11 years agoDisclaimer: All ideas below are Creative Commons By-SA-NC. Write, draw, commission, alter, bend, spindle, mutilate, whatevs. But if you want to sell something based on it, contact me. Because I'll probably want a copy.
DME: Submissive girl is tired of her boyfriend not taking the initiative or being "top" enough for her. With his consent, she gives him some new drug, called DME for reasons which will be explained shortly. He goes from average and shy to powerful and dommy (hence the acronym) and possibly growing a manly beard, and gives her the night she wants.
This is a distaff counterpart to and inspired by Kotep's BXBI. It struck me that there were very few works involving masculinization (domification?), compared to the massive amount of bimbofication content. And what little there is is usually, frankly, totally gay. You could even have the DME made by the same company that makes BXBI.
STRETCH GOAL: She takes the pill herself. Story ends just before hilarity ensues.
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Bubble Pop!: Dude goes to the movies, sits in something sticky, ignores it. Oblivious TF into a bimbo, climaxing at the movie's explosive climax. At the end, he gets up onto her new heels, and blows gum.
Stretch goal: Someone hits on her. She says she'll kiss them, as long as she gets to do it with her gum in.
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Trapped in the Closet:
"I had my doubts, and I was silly enough to break cover without consulting the scans. They were getting away, and I was afraid of their escape.
So, after Crush Hour, I've been experimenting with the use of enclosed spaces. And in this idea.the narrator is locked in the equivalent of a broom closet by some unnamed (cause its creepier and dehumanizing-er) species humans are in a war with. The narrator is a he or she, though I'm calling them a dude in the interests of brevity.
(Insert tumblr-style social justice rant on men being the default human here.)
The closet is some sort of organic substance, completely dark, with strange hoses coming out of the walls and floor. (You may be able to figure out where this is going.) Whether their bodily wastes are a factor in the scenario are customized to the writer's taste.
With nothing better to do, our boy reviews the situation. The species keeps abducting people, end masses, no one can find their homeland, or sources of manpower, and they like to use biotech. The brass sent him in since there was a deadzone where drones wouldn't work, hence the HUMINT and he slipped up and got caught.
Meanwhile, he's starving to death. He discovers that if he moves the hoses too much, they spew some thick, goopy stuff. Smells bitter. He wonders, mordantly, if he'd be able to drown himself, or if it's poison for some kind of sick game. Eventually, he gets desperate enough to try it, and it tastes bitter too.
We all know where this is going. Gradually, he's turned into something or other. Male, female, herm, idk. I would focus on the idea of mass, of settling; eg the weight in his stomach moving down his legs, until it reaches his personal bits and begins to fill them too. As you know, my taste leans toward ooze, but there's no reason you have to stick to that. I also had a half-idea of him becoming a node in the hivemind, sort of like a heart. (Hence the hoses.) And something about...creative usage of the hoses in the floor.
By the end of the process, he's not human anymore. And that stuff because chugging? Tastes sweet.
"I had found what I was looking for."
Stretch Goal: Use the term "immurement" at some point. Or make a direct "Cask of Amontillado" reference.
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Kaiju Crocs
http://kotaku.com/did-japan-just-ma.....rse-1620697920
Someone puts on a pair of horrible yet practical shoes, and they get turned into a kaiju. Because a crocodile would be too obvious.
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One Night at Charley's: Some random dude or chick gets hired at a night guard at a totally not Chuck E. Cheese™ restauraunt. A helpful tape made by the previous guard informs them that the anamatronics may try to stuff them into a suit, which would be bad, 'cause there's stuff in there. They assume they're being hazed, and check the cameras, only to find out it's true. So after trying to play along, they bolt for the door. They don't make it, are stuffed into a suit, and start being transformed. Whereupon they learn that what's inside a suit isn't just air, but a mind that takes them over. Cut to the next morning, where the morning shift comes in and says that they have a new mascot character.
Stretch Goal: None of the pieces are from the same character, so the victim is turned into a weird chimeric creature that gives the kids nightmares. Just like actual anamatronic characters!
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Changeling Do You Good: There's this co-worker the main character/narrator has a crush on. They end up alone, and start fooling around. Turns out they're a Changeling, and forgot, thanks to a head injury in a car accident. But the footling about happened to awaken their true nature.
Stretch Goal: The main character is a changeling too! BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
DME: Submissive girl is tired of her boyfriend not taking the initiative or being "top" enough for her. With his consent, she gives him some new drug, called DME for reasons which will be explained shortly. He goes from average and shy to powerful and dommy (hence the acronym) and possibly growing a manly beard, and gives her the night she wants.
This is a distaff counterpart to and inspired by Kotep's BXBI. It struck me that there were very few works involving masculinization (domification?), compared to the massive amount of bimbofication content. And what little there is is usually, frankly, totally gay. You could even have the DME made by the same company that makes BXBI.
STRETCH GOAL: She takes the pill herself. Story ends just before hilarity ensues.
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Bubble Pop!: Dude goes to the movies, sits in something sticky, ignores it. Oblivious TF into a bimbo, climaxing at the movie's explosive climax. At the end, he gets up onto her new heels, and blows gum.
Stretch goal: Someone hits on her. She says she'll kiss them, as long as she gets to do it with her gum in.
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Trapped in the Closet:
"I had my doubts, and I was silly enough to break cover without consulting the scans. They were getting away, and I was afraid of their escape.
So, after Crush Hour, I've been experimenting with the use of enclosed spaces. And in this idea.the narrator is locked in the equivalent of a broom closet by some unnamed (cause its creepier and dehumanizing-er) species humans are in a war with. The narrator is a he or she, though I'm calling them a dude in the interests of brevity.
(Insert tumblr-style social justice rant on men being the default human here.)
The closet is some sort of organic substance, completely dark, with strange hoses coming out of the walls and floor. (You may be able to figure out where this is going.) Whether their bodily wastes are a factor in the scenario are customized to the writer's taste.
With nothing better to do, our boy reviews the situation. The species keeps abducting people, end masses, no one can find their homeland, or sources of manpower, and they like to use biotech. The brass sent him in since there was a deadzone where drones wouldn't work, hence the HUMINT and he slipped up and got caught.
Meanwhile, he's starving to death. He discovers that if he moves the hoses too much, they spew some thick, goopy stuff. Smells bitter. He wonders, mordantly, if he'd be able to drown himself, or if it's poison for some kind of sick game. Eventually, he gets desperate enough to try it, and it tastes bitter too.
We all know where this is going. Gradually, he's turned into something or other. Male, female, herm, idk. I would focus on the idea of mass, of settling; eg the weight in his stomach moving down his legs, until it reaches his personal bits and begins to fill them too. As you know, my taste leans toward ooze, but there's no reason you have to stick to that. I also had a half-idea of him becoming a node in the hivemind, sort of like a heart. (Hence the hoses.) And something about...creative usage of the hoses in the floor.
By the end of the process, he's not human anymore. And that stuff because chugging? Tastes sweet.
"I had found what I was looking for."
Stretch Goal: Use the term "immurement" at some point. Or make a direct "Cask of Amontillado" reference.
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Kaiju Crocs
http://kotaku.com/did-japan-just-ma.....rse-1620697920
Someone puts on a pair of horrible yet practical shoes, and they get turned into a kaiju. Because a crocodile would be too obvious.
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One Night at Charley's: Some random dude or chick gets hired at a night guard at a totally not Chuck E. Cheese™ restauraunt. A helpful tape made by the previous guard informs them that the anamatronics may try to stuff them into a suit, which would be bad, 'cause there's stuff in there. They assume they're being hazed, and check the cameras, only to find out it's true. So after trying to play along, they bolt for the door. They don't make it, are stuffed into a suit, and start being transformed. Whereupon they learn that what's inside a suit isn't just air, but a mind that takes them over. Cut to the next morning, where the morning shift comes in and says that they have a new mascot character.
Stretch Goal: None of the pieces are from the same character, so the victim is turned into a weird chimeric creature that gives the kids nightmares. Just like actual anamatronic characters!
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Changeling Do You Good: There's this co-worker the main character/narrator has a crush on. They end up alone, and start fooling around. Turns out they're a Changeling, and forgot, thanks to a head injury in a car accident. But the footling about happened to awaken their true nature.
Stretch Goal: The main character is a changeling too! BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
Free Ideas 201408
Posted 11 years agoDisclaimer: All ideas below are Creative Commons By-SA-NC. Write, draw, commission, alter, bend, spindle, mutilate, whatevs. But if you want to sell something based on it, contact me. Because I'll probably want a copy.
SUIT UP: Three people, three dinosaur costumes, trike, raptor, rex, red, blue, green, no particular order, Fox only, Final Destination. They are planning to go to a costume party, but start transforming. Despite spending 25 minutes just to get dressed up, they might not even make it to this club. Whether they never leave the house, or pull over on the road, is up to you.
I like the idea of them bursting out of their costume as the real thing grows in. I also like the idea of them ending up as archetypes. For example, if they end up as dudes - regardless of what they were before - they become twink, muscly, bear. Women could be amazon, matron, and teenager. And that's assuming they all end up the same gender. My third idea was that the three individuals all shift "one over" from what they actually are, whether build and/or gender.
Inspired by that Hyperbole and a Half strip.
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.c.....10/menace.html
Stretch Goal: They make it to the party, and start getting frisky with some of the other people there, and oh no it turns out the costume thing is contagious. Whether they get turned into more dinosaurs, or whatever costume they're wearing, is up to you, though I like the idea of a Diplo (no, not the musician) bursting out of a sexy Little Bo Peep/ironic cross-dressing Lady Gaga/hanging chad costume.
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I LOVE NUCLEAR POWER: Inspired by that "Nukezilla" story by...Phen, which is related to the pictures by rykela (both on sofurry). Someone gets exposed to standard issue technicolor radiation somehow, and transforms into an anthopomorphic kaiju. In fright, they breath nuclear fire at someone else. This someone turns into a slightly different Kaiju, with the fire breath and some other power; let's say viral breath. So they breath into an airvent, and a room full of people succumb and are transformed themselves. The first person gets slightly larger, and the second person's power. As the people in the room transform others, the second person and the first get larger, as well as their powers. When the Tier 4's convert people, the Tier 3 that turned them not only gets their powers, but said T3's powers are distributed laterally to the other T3s. Alternately, each person up the chain gets their new powers as they convert others. 1 would get the Level Up immediately upon infecting 2, and so on.
Eventually, the first person is going to be the size of a skyscraper, and spewing nuclear fire and viral breath and cloaking and, I dunno, shooting eggs from their elbows. Keep in mind that their entire body is chock full of viruses, cough cough, so even their sweat changes people. Among other things.
That's right. Kaiju virus transformation Ponzi scheme.
Stretch Goal: Make it a wacky romantic comedy.
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HEAT SLAVE: Someone lying on their bed, middle of summer, sweating under an entirely inadequate ceiling fan. Maybe they notice the fan's blades have weird markings on them, like magic circles. As they stare at it and their thoughts wander, their body starts turning to latex, studs and straps and stuff appear. So, by the end of the process, they're a latex-bound...something, possibly clad in a gas mask. Maybe the bed changes too.
Inspired by my love of puns and the temperatures where I live reaching 86 F/30 C ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
Stretch goal: Their roommate comes home, finds this sex doll on the bed, assumes it's a joke, decides to - wait.
SUIT UP: Three people, three dinosaur costumes, trike, raptor, rex, red, blue, green, no particular order, Fox only, Final Destination. They are planning to go to a costume party, but start transforming. Despite spending 25 minutes just to get dressed up, they might not even make it to this club. Whether they never leave the house, or pull over on the road, is up to you.
I like the idea of them bursting out of their costume as the real thing grows in. I also like the idea of them ending up as archetypes. For example, if they end up as dudes - regardless of what they were before - they become twink, muscly, bear. Women could be amazon, matron, and teenager. And that's assuming they all end up the same gender. My third idea was that the three individuals all shift "one over" from what they actually are, whether build and/or gender.
Inspired by that Hyperbole and a Half strip.
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.c.....10/menace.html
Stretch Goal: They make it to the party, and start getting frisky with some of the other people there, and oh no it turns out the costume thing is contagious. Whether they get turned into more dinosaurs, or whatever costume they're wearing, is up to you, though I like the idea of a Diplo (no, not the musician) bursting out of a sexy Little Bo Peep/ironic cross-dressing Lady Gaga/hanging chad costume.
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I LOVE NUCLEAR POWER: Inspired by that "Nukezilla" story by...Phen, which is related to the pictures by rykela (both on sofurry). Someone gets exposed to standard issue technicolor radiation somehow, and transforms into an anthopomorphic kaiju. In fright, they breath nuclear fire at someone else. This someone turns into a slightly different Kaiju, with the fire breath and some other power; let's say viral breath. So they breath into an airvent, and a room full of people succumb and are transformed themselves. The first person gets slightly larger, and the second person's power. As the people in the room transform others, the second person and the first get larger, as well as their powers. When the Tier 4's convert people, the Tier 3 that turned them not only gets their powers, but said T3's powers are distributed laterally to the other T3s. Alternately, each person up the chain gets their new powers as they convert others. 1 would get the Level Up immediately upon infecting 2, and so on.
Eventually, the first person is going to be the size of a skyscraper, and spewing nuclear fire and viral breath and cloaking and, I dunno, shooting eggs from their elbows. Keep in mind that their entire body is chock full of viruses, cough cough, so even their sweat changes people. Among other things.
That's right. Kaiju virus transformation Ponzi scheme.
Stretch Goal: Make it a wacky romantic comedy.
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HEAT SLAVE: Someone lying on their bed, middle of summer, sweating under an entirely inadequate ceiling fan. Maybe they notice the fan's blades have weird markings on them, like magic circles. As they stare at it and their thoughts wander, their body starts turning to latex, studs and straps and stuff appear. So, by the end of the process, they're a latex-bound...something, possibly clad in a gas mask. Maybe the bed changes too.
Inspired by my love of puns and the temperatures where I live reaching 86 F/30 C ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
Stretch goal: Their roommate comes home, finds this sex doll on the bed, assumes it's a joke, decides to - wait.
Free Ideas 201406
Posted 11 years agoDisclaimer: All ideas below are Creative Commons By-SA-NC. Write, draw, commission, whatever. But if you want to sell something based on it, contact me.
Stings sent me to the ER: A young man comes to the local emergency room with his girlfriend. He's embarrassed. Once he, the doctor, nurse, and girlfriend are in a private booth (isolation can also be explained by it being a slow night or something), he drops trou and reveals that he got stung on an...inconvenient part of the anatomy a few days ago, while he and his GF were on a "picnic" near that genetic research facility/industrial runoff/insert pseudoscientific explanation here. He was peeing, he swears. (Nurse glances at girlfriend, girlfriend refuses to meet his/her eye.)
Said anatomy portion has been growing more and more swollen and tender since the picnic, and they finally decided to go to the doctor. While the doctor is examining it - with gloves on - the predictable happens, a stinger pops out, black and gold bands appear, transformation ensues. I'll leave the "stinger" puns to the writer, as well as determining whether or not he's contagious (instead of just, of course, amorous) and if so, some kind of contrivance to prevent the other people's escape.
I tried to write it as both a lighthearted story (along the lines of "Toni Gets Latexed" or "Bethany Feels 'Horse'"), with an alternate version from a slightly different viewpoint that was Lovecrafitan-tone horror. Too much work.
BONUS ROUND: Herm TF, solely to use the "honeypot" double entendre.
CMYK: An Ink-themed set of transformation triggers, wielded by some merry, clown-themed trickster. Wether injected, sprayed, or hosed down, each has different effects. For example, Magenta makes boobs bigger - even if the subject didn't actually have any. Blue is more reliable than those pills they sell in spam emails, if you get my drift. Yellow I'm not sure about, but I had some vague thoughts about pregnancy - with eggs - or just randomly masculinizing or feminizing (or both) effects.
Black is latex because COME ON. It's me, what else would it be?
I considered doing it with the original and all combinations, but that would be, oh, 16 combinations for just single and two doses, plus I'd have to draw versions for both men and women, assuming no one double-doses. All four would be 28, and 29 in total. Plus the baseline, and that's 60 pictures I'd have to draw.
Can you guess why I'm giving the idea away?
ACS: HOT COFFEE: Someone running from MIBs, with the magical bunny egg mentioned in the first ACS story, crashes into a coffee shop. The egg, since it didn't wear its seatbelt, flies out of the car and begins to change the people in the shop into more bunnies. They don't necessarily retain their former gender (or even a single gender, cough), but ironically, while the thief is within range of its intoxicating effect, none of the bunnies want to attend to her, to her mounting frustration. Intercut with excerpts from the Containment-Recovery report, which mentions that they found evidence she was working for some kind of Occupy/Anonymous-like group, much like Vigilance in Person of Interest.
(Yeah, it's kinda similar to Crush Hour, except I had this idea literally years before, and just never wrote it.)
Universal Adapter (Or Von Neumann's Sky*): Random space explorer's suit is breached on a hostile planet, they activate the experimental nanomachines (because it's always nanomachines) that are supposed to help them adapt. It proceeds to warp them into an feral creature with little more intelligence than a dog. ("You are under emotional distress. Shutting down non survival-related mental functions.") The final scene is a cut to another explorer in the crew, being informed by their suit AI that the first person updated their nanomachines, and asked if they want to sync. They say yes. "Acknowledged. Dispensing." "Wait, what?"
Horde-ers: Standard issue TF apocalypse scenario. The twist is that there are two or three different viruses that just happened to show up at the same time, despite having different cliched causes. Fights between the different groups over the remaining humans, maybe they end up making hybrids?
BONUS ROUND: Our protagonists come across a fallen military checkpoint or police station. This happens.
"What happened here? Were they overrun?"
Squat Beefjaw surveyed the scene thoughtfully. "No," he said. "They were over-done."
* Topical gaming reference!
Stings sent me to the ER: A young man comes to the local emergency room with his girlfriend. He's embarrassed. Once he, the doctor, nurse, and girlfriend are in a private booth (isolation can also be explained by it being a slow night or something), he drops trou and reveals that he got stung on an...inconvenient part of the anatomy a few days ago, while he and his GF were on a "picnic" near that genetic research facility/industrial runoff/insert pseudoscientific explanation here. He was peeing, he swears. (Nurse glances at girlfriend, girlfriend refuses to meet his/her eye.)
Said anatomy portion has been growing more and more swollen and tender since the picnic, and they finally decided to go to the doctor. While the doctor is examining it - with gloves on - the predictable happens, a stinger pops out, black and gold bands appear, transformation ensues. I'll leave the "stinger" puns to the writer, as well as determining whether or not he's contagious (instead of just, of course, amorous) and if so, some kind of contrivance to prevent the other people's escape.
I tried to write it as both a lighthearted story (along the lines of "Toni Gets Latexed" or "Bethany Feels 'Horse'"), with an alternate version from a slightly different viewpoint that was Lovecrafitan-tone horror. Too much work.
BONUS ROUND: Herm TF, solely to use the "honeypot" double entendre.
CMYK: An Ink-themed set of transformation triggers, wielded by some merry, clown-themed trickster. Wether injected, sprayed, or hosed down, each has different effects. For example, Magenta makes boobs bigger - even if the subject didn't actually have any. Blue is more reliable than those pills they sell in spam emails, if you get my drift. Yellow I'm not sure about, but I had some vague thoughts about pregnancy - with eggs - or just randomly masculinizing or feminizing (or both) effects.
Black is latex because COME ON. It's me, what else would it be?
I considered doing it with the original and all combinations, but that would be, oh, 16 combinations for just single and two doses, plus I'd have to draw versions for both men and women, assuming no one double-doses. All four would be 28, and 29 in total. Plus the baseline, and that's 60 pictures I'd have to draw.
Can you guess why I'm giving the idea away?
ACS: HOT COFFEE: Someone running from MIBs, with the magical bunny egg mentioned in the first ACS story, crashes into a coffee shop. The egg, since it didn't wear its seatbelt, flies out of the car and begins to change the people in the shop into more bunnies. They don't necessarily retain their former gender (or even a single gender, cough), but ironically, while the thief is within range of its intoxicating effect, none of the bunnies want to attend to her, to her mounting frustration. Intercut with excerpts from the Containment-Recovery report, which mentions that they found evidence she was working for some kind of Occupy/Anonymous-like group, much like Vigilance in Person of Interest.
(Yeah, it's kinda similar to Crush Hour, except I had this idea literally years before, and just never wrote it.)
Universal Adapter (Or Von Neumann's Sky*): Random space explorer's suit is breached on a hostile planet, they activate the experimental nanomachines (because it's always nanomachines) that are supposed to help them adapt. It proceeds to warp them into an feral creature with little more intelligence than a dog. ("You are under emotional distress. Shutting down non survival-related mental functions.") The final scene is a cut to another explorer in the crew, being informed by their suit AI that the first person updated their nanomachines, and asked if they want to sync. They say yes. "Acknowledged. Dispensing." "Wait, what?"
Horde-ers: Standard issue TF apocalypse scenario. The twist is that there are two or three different viruses that just happened to show up at the same time, despite having different cliched causes. Fights between the different groups over the remaining humans, maybe they end up making hybrids?
BONUS ROUND: Our protagonists come across a fallen military checkpoint or police station. This happens.
"What happened here? Were they overrun?"
Squat Beefjaw surveyed the scene thoughtfully. "No," he said. "They were over-done."
* Topical gaming reference!
TreatHunterz continuity list
Posted 11 years agoWell, since the edit thingy was acting up the last time I tried it, imma go back to the old-fashioned journal with the links.
1 The D
2 Gato Have It
3 Morning Shift
>Hands on Me
4 The Catch
1 The D
2 Gato Have It
3 Morning Shift
>Hands on Me
4 The Catch
(Teaser) Community Announcements
Posted 11 years agoFCPD would like to inform the public that suspicious persons have been spotted in various neighborhoods. Residents are advised to lock their doors and windows, especially at night. Please report any potential prowlers to authorities like the police or your local neighborhood watch. Pet owners are advised not to let their pets near any strange objects they find.
The police can be contacted at 650-555-3300.
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Stop in at Cat's Treats Bakery in the Sunny Pines shopping center today! We have a wide variety of scrumptious specialties, including, for a limited time, our new Black Forest Cake!
Come right in, and our friendly staff will be happy to assist you!
Cat's Treats; categorically the best!
Mon-Fri 7:30 am - 6 pm
Sat 7:30 am - 3 pm
Catering available
The police can be contacted at 650-555-3300.
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Stop in at Cat's Treats Bakery in the Sunny Pines shopping center today! We have a wide variety of scrumptious specialties, including, for a limited time, our new Black Forest Cake!
Come right in, and our friendly staff will be happy to assist you!
Cat's Treats; categorically the best!
Mon-Fri 7:30 am - 6 pm
Sat 7:30 am - 3 pm
Catering available
Weasyl
Posted 12 years agoMy weasyl account name has to be found via a six-month long ARG, involving pay phones, hidden websites, and a library in Stuttgart.
What? What's that Caroline?
My assistant has informed me that we can't afford all that, so it's just going to be the same username as this account. Chariots.
What? What's that Caroline?
My assistant has informed me that we can't afford all that, so it's just going to be the same username as this account. Chariots.
No Subject
Posted 12 years ago"This dialogue is unrealistic and breaks immersion!" griped Nequ as they read the closeted lesbian dragon transformation story.
(The joke is that I'm complaining about realism in an inherently unrealistic story.)
(The joke is that I'm complaining about realism in an inherently unrealistic story.)
Dear writer, Repo, man
Posted 12 years agoSo, you have a TG story where someone gets repossessed by an erroneous credit charge, and turned into a cyberdoll. Which is an interesting premise for a TG story.
Then the mental scan find he has gender dysmorphia issues. Cliche One. He's a loner with few friends whose personal life is never really referenced in detail, despite having more issues than, well, me. Cliche Two. Aaand the big plot twist at the end of the story is that every single one of his family and friends decided to screw him over by dicking around with his money so he'd get repo'd.
That's not a cliche, but it's really, really contrived.
Oh, right, he's never, ever addressed by name, only as "Citizen". Blank slate generic protagonist much?
The AI who's been doing the repo suddenly turns nice and says she'll be taking care of him. The whole thing just smacks of an abusive relationship. She even says she'd buy him herself if she could, before they learn about the fraud. Oh, and she chose to make him a gynoid in the first place, basing it on his alleged dysmorphia. She's seen his memories, for Pete's sake. And he can't even really be pissed at her, because the repo process altered his mind.
And, of course, there's no talk of him suing the company, or them altering their procedures (such as, oh, waiting until the auto-investigator finishes before doing the repo), or providing any sort of compensation. I kinda wonder about the ROI, given that the gynoid conversion process is probably more expensive than the debts incurred. Don't most real world repos try to arrange some sort of payment scheme first? How did he get to such a severe level of debt overnight without anyone noticing something was fishy?
Also, how do you expect us to believe that the psych scan says he's a "textbook submissive" if he spends most of the story bickering with the AI, who in the previous sentence said that he had "a little fire to [him]"? For a story that hints that On Some Level this is What He's Always Wanted, there's absolutely no indication that he likes what's happening to him. The thing that finally breaks him at the end, sending him into despondency, is finding out his friends and relations screwed him over.
What's that fancy term? "Narrative dissonance"? What the characters are telling us doesn't match the events depicted. This is so far from anything even vaguely resembling a healthy relationship that there's no sense of closure, no progress, and I get the sense that he's just exchanged one messed-up situation for another.
Then the mental scan find he has gender dysmorphia issues. Cliche One. He's a loner with few friends whose personal life is never really referenced in detail, despite having more issues than, well, me. Cliche Two. Aaand the big plot twist at the end of the story is that every single one of his family and friends decided to screw him over by dicking around with his money so he'd get repo'd.
That's not a cliche, but it's really, really contrived.
Oh, right, he's never, ever addressed by name, only as "Citizen". Blank slate generic protagonist much?
The AI who's been doing the repo suddenly turns nice and says she'll be taking care of him. The whole thing just smacks of an abusive relationship. She even says she'd buy him herself if she could, before they learn about the fraud. Oh, and she chose to make him a gynoid in the first place, basing it on his alleged dysmorphia. She's seen his memories, for Pete's sake. And he can't even really be pissed at her, because the repo process altered his mind.
And, of course, there's no talk of him suing the company, or them altering their procedures (such as, oh, waiting until the auto-investigator finishes before doing the repo), or providing any sort of compensation. I kinda wonder about the ROI, given that the gynoid conversion process is probably more expensive than the debts incurred. Don't most real world repos try to arrange some sort of payment scheme first? How did he get to such a severe level of debt overnight without anyone noticing something was fishy?
Also, how do you expect us to believe that the psych scan says he's a "textbook submissive" if he spends most of the story bickering with the AI, who in the previous sentence said that he had "a little fire to [him]"? For a story that hints that On Some Level this is What He's Always Wanted, there's absolutely no indication that he likes what's happening to him. The thing that finally breaks him at the end, sending him into despondency, is finding out his friends and relations screwed him over.
What's that fancy term? "Narrative dissonance"? What the characters are telling us doesn't match the events depicted. This is so far from anything even vaguely resembling a healthy relationship that there's no sense of closure, no progress, and I get the sense that he's just exchanged one messed-up situation for another.
Dear Writer: the house always wins
Posted 12 years agoSo your story involves a character whose..."personal attentions" turn people into more creatures like her. She's...somehow forced to sign a contract making her basically a slave of a strip club. The second chapter picks up as a random woman pays for a private dance with her. The extent of the club's precautions is telling the clients not to touch and leaving them alone with a guard outside. No glass between the dancer and client. No cameras or two-way mirrors. No guns in case the super-strong furry escapes. Needless to say, the client "touches", is transformed into another creature, they overpower the guard, then convert the owner*, and the entire club ends up transformed.
WHO COULDA SEEN THAT COMING
* Who doesn't even have his office door locked even though he knows she's coming, and actually tries to renegotiate even after he knows she's converted two people, one by force.
WHO COULDA SEEN THAT COMING
* Who doesn't even have his office door locked even though he knows she's coming, and actually tries to renegotiate even after he knows she's converted two people, one by force.
Dear Artist;
Posted 12 years agoYou do realize that a TF piece can't just be a furry looking surprised and standing sexily as the last scraps of clothing fall away? There has to be some process, some real indication that a change has occurred, even if it's just that the audience knows what the character originally was*. Otherwise, you're basically just drawing an unusually severe wardrobe malfunction.
Then again, I feel the same way about TG caption stories. "I put a generic short story on a generic porn picture! +Fav and devWatch me!"
* Which is why so many TFed subjects end up with the same hair they always had.
Then again, I feel the same way about TG caption stories. "I put a generic short story on a generic porn picture! +Fav and devWatch me!"
* Which is why so many TFed subjects end up with the same hair they always had.
I think I have a problem.
Posted 12 years agoI keep finding myself wanting to make TF work inspired by pretty much everything.
My latest one is the latest Hyperbole and a Half strip.
The one with the dinosaur suit.
Is there a 12-step program for this sort of thing? Passages, maybe?
My latest one is the latest Hyperbole and a Half strip.
The one with the dinosaur suit.
Is there a 12-step program for this sort of thing? Passages, maybe?
I'm about to ruin a lot of furry stories for you.
Posted 12 years agoYou know all those transformation stories where some fetishy virus or whatever takes over the world by converting everyone via sex?
Wouldn't that have to include children?
You're welcome.
Wouldn't that have to include children?
You're welcome.
Dear X,
Posted 12 years agoI know it's a porn story, but would it kill you to have your protagonist not think about how much he like-a the harbls every five seconds? Or give him some kind of significant character trait that isn't "likes having sex with dudes" and a single offhand mention of him being a "wanderer"? Anything? Anything at all?
Moreover, why would he drink some random potion he finds in a back alley? It literally makes no sense. Please tell me he didn't quaff it because it smelled like manjunk, as he noted. And while we're at it, there's basically no emotional impact to the transformation whatsoever. At least it finally got him to stop thinking about the dingalings for a few minutes, though our boy seems to be concerned less about the fact that he's been changed - except for 'is willywacker, of course - than with how he's going to find an inn without being given an ASBO for public nudity, so to speak, because the transformation shredded his clothes.
The story even ends with him conveniently overhearing from the town guards why the stand was abandoned. There's no sense of change, much less any sort of narrative progression or closure, which is remarkably hard to do for a TF story. The ending feels like you accidentally deleted a few paragraphs. You could at least have him reach a hotel room and resolve to look into his changes. Heck, even resolving to look into them sexually (/ZappBranigan) would be better than the nothing we got.
Danath has a series - whose name I can't recall - about a German Shepard herm who literally does nothing but shop and bang people, and she still has more personality than your protagonist. Your dude is shallow even by the standards of shallow furry porn.
But hey, if that's what you like, go for it. I'm just saying it offends my self of professionalism. Which is ironic for someone who's not only not a professional writer, but has never taken a commission. I'm also saying it's kind of a mediocre story. Even that rather nice art you comissioned (which is how I found the story in the first place) can't save it.
Sincerely,
Nequ
PS: And other writer? Having people raped in your stories is pretty far out there. Not even "reluctant" or "pheremones made me do it", you just outright call it rape. And then you try to Schrodinger it by having your narratives and/or characters go "Oh, it's not really rape.", putting it in a rape/not rape superposition. Also, if a woman is transformed into a freakish creature that tries to have sex with everything, no one is going to have it babysit children, even in your messed-up world where anyone can just walk into a seedy shop and pick up the magical equivalent of nitroglycerin.*
I know you once said that your stories were the result of decades of repression, and I say again; get help. And this is coming from someone who's familiar with Legends of Belial stories.
* Yes, I know it's a common device in TF stories. I even have a terrible story with a similar premise myself (The Scarlet). But if you're going to make a point about how legally dubious it is, at least have the protagonist go the equivalent of "Joe sent me" or "I'm interested in the...special stock." instead of basically walking into the shop and going "I want X".
Moreover, why would he drink some random potion he finds in a back alley? It literally makes no sense. Please tell me he didn't quaff it because it smelled like manjunk, as he noted. And while we're at it, there's basically no emotional impact to the transformation whatsoever. At least it finally got him to stop thinking about the dingalings for a few minutes, though our boy seems to be concerned less about the fact that he's been changed - except for 'is willywacker, of course - than with how he's going to find an inn without being given an ASBO for public nudity, so to speak, because the transformation shredded his clothes.
The story even ends with him conveniently overhearing from the town guards why the stand was abandoned. There's no sense of change, much less any sort of narrative progression or closure, which is remarkably hard to do for a TF story. The ending feels like you accidentally deleted a few paragraphs. You could at least have him reach a hotel room and resolve to look into his changes. Heck, even resolving to look into them sexually (/ZappBranigan) would be better than the nothing we got.
Danath has a series - whose name I can't recall - about a German Shepard herm who literally does nothing but shop and bang people, and she still has more personality than your protagonist. Your dude is shallow even by the standards of shallow furry porn.
But hey, if that's what you like, go for it. I'm just saying it offends my self of professionalism. Which is ironic for someone who's not only not a professional writer, but has never taken a commission. I'm also saying it's kind of a mediocre story. Even that rather nice art you comissioned (which is how I found the story in the first place) can't save it.
Sincerely,
Nequ
PS: And other writer? Having people raped in your stories is pretty far out there. Not even "reluctant" or "pheremones made me do it", you just outright call it rape. And then you try to Schrodinger it by having your narratives and/or characters go "Oh, it's not really rape.", putting it in a rape/not rape superposition. Also, if a woman is transformed into a freakish creature that tries to have sex with everything, no one is going to have it babysit children, even in your messed-up world where anyone can just walk into a seedy shop and pick up the magical equivalent of nitroglycerin.*
I know you once said that your stories were the result of decades of repression, and I say again; get help. And this is coming from someone who's familiar with Legends of Belial stories.
* Yes, I know it's a common device in TF stories. I even have a terrible story with a similar premise myself (The Scarlet). But if you're going to make a point about how legally dubious it is, at least have the protagonist go the equivalent of "Joe sent me" or "I'm interested in the...special stock." instead of basically walking into the shop and going "I want X".
Free Story Idea: Cross Contamination*
Posted 12 years agoMusic: Kimbra - Two Way Street
Okay, we're all used to standard sentient-initiated "infection" TFs. Some demigod or evil witch or whatever bangarangs some hapless sucker, who, during the process, gets converted by it.
So.
One of these entities is stalking their next victim, thinking about their many suitable traits for becoming a whatever. They get into their house and lie in wait in their bedroom. Then they hear someone coming in, and get ready to pounce. The figure enters, Alpha pounces...aaand it's another one of them. They have the whole "who are you? What are you doing here?" "who are you? What are you doing here?" and while they're bickering and expositing, conflict turns to coitus**.
Cue bidirectional transformation. Instead of one victim being changed, it's mutual "victimhood".
The target for both of them comes home - the two were so busy they didn't notice them enter the house - and finds their bedroom ruined and reeking, with two thingies ready for round 2. If it was my story, I'd have the punchline be that they both had the same target, but got the wrong house, as the homeowner numbly informs them. They look at each other, shrug, go "you'll do", and reach toward him. Everybody laughs, roll credits, fans demand a part 2 because cliffhanger.*** Of course, any sequel wouldn't involve the bidirectional transformation, since they're both already transformed. It would involve both of them fighting over changing someone. I leave that up to the discretion of whoever tries to write it. I believe there's a comic sequence like that somewhere.
The thing I like about this is the idea of the conflict between two unalike types, of "averaging", as Fernin used to say. Imagine, say, a latex symbiote woman meeting an animal herm. The homeowner comes home to two latex symbiote animal herms.
I think the best version wouldn't necessarily involve them becoming perfectly alike, of course. Maybe even have a third faction, so each variant has it's own "baseline", with aspects of the other two grafted on. Even in the two-party version, the latex woman could end up with, say, a dog's ears, legs, and tail, while the herm finds she can now secrete latex, and/or has their "vital bits" now be all squeaky and shiny. It means that each of the two parties can still try to transmit their "tainted" primary characteristics to the target.
I also like the idea of the two bickering with each other about which one is better, throughout the sequence.
Guys, you realize that when I post these ideas and half-finished stories, I have no problem with people using 'em? Commission someone if you can't do it yourself, make changes, I don't care. I'd be flattered.
* BTW, hailbop already has a series of stories with the title, so you couldn't use "Cross-Contamination". Maybe "241" (Geddit? 2 for 1?)
** Do you like this line? I like it. I originally used "cornholing", which is both kind of archaic and doesn't fit the tone.
*** I keep doing that sort of thing entirely by accident.
Okay, we're all used to standard sentient-initiated "infection" TFs. Some demigod or evil witch or whatever bangarangs some hapless sucker, who, during the process, gets converted by it.
So.
One of these entities is stalking their next victim, thinking about their many suitable traits for becoming a whatever. They get into their house and lie in wait in their bedroom. Then they hear someone coming in, and get ready to pounce. The figure enters, Alpha pounces...aaand it's another one of them. They have the whole "who are you? What are you doing here?" "who are you? What are you doing here?" and while they're bickering and expositing, conflict turns to coitus**.
Cue bidirectional transformation. Instead of one victim being changed, it's mutual "victimhood".
The target for both of them comes home - the two were so busy they didn't notice them enter the house - and finds their bedroom ruined and reeking, with two thingies ready for round 2. If it was my story, I'd have the punchline be that they both had the same target, but got the wrong house, as the homeowner numbly informs them. They look at each other, shrug, go "you'll do", and reach toward him. Everybody laughs, roll credits, fans demand a part 2 because cliffhanger.*** Of course, any sequel wouldn't involve the bidirectional transformation, since they're both already transformed. It would involve both of them fighting over changing someone. I leave that up to the discretion of whoever tries to write it. I believe there's a comic sequence like that somewhere.
The thing I like about this is the idea of the conflict between two unalike types, of "averaging", as Fernin used to say. Imagine, say, a latex symbiote woman meeting an animal herm. The homeowner comes home to two latex symbiote animal herms.
I think the best version wouldn't necessarily involve them becoming perfectly alike, of course. Maybe even have a third faction, so each variant has it's own "baseline", with aspects of the other two grafted on. Even in the two-party version, the latex woman could end up with, say, a dog's ears, legs, and tail, while the herm finds she can now secrete latex, and/or has their "vital bits" now be all squeaky and shiny. It means that each of the two parties can still try to transmit their "tainted" primary characteristics to the target.
I also like the idea of the two bickering with each other about which one is better, throughout the sequence.
Guys, you realize that when I post these ideas and half-finished stories, I have no problem with people using 'em? Commission someone if you can't do it yourself, make changes, I don't care. I'd be flattered.
* BTW, hailbop already has a series of stories with the title, so you couldn't use "Cross-Contamination". Maybe "241" (Geddit? 2 for 1?)
** Do you like this line? I like it. I originally used "cornholing", which is both kind of archaic and doesn't fit the tone.
*** I keep doing that sort of thing entirely by accident.
Summer Movie TF Porn Parody Pitches
Posted 12 years agoBRED 2
A team of retired agents look for a long-forgotten experimental weapon in Moscow. When the BRED operatives find themselves feeling unexpected urges and experiencing strange changes, they can only take comfort in...each other. Rated S for Sequelitis.
The Urge
In the future, there all crime will be legalized for 12 hours each year. When a young couple lets a stranger into their house with strange abilities, their lives will be changed forever, and they make connections in ways they never could've dreamed. Rated E for Edgy.
Now You Be Me
A team of magicians look for power to help the helpless, and find it in a way they never expected. But that they certainly enjoyed. Rated C for Corruption.
This is My End
During an apocalypse, a group of vapid, dysfunctional actors try to ride out the storm in a shelter. But when what may be the last woman on Earth shows u - wait, wait a second. Isn't this basically the same plot as "The Urge"? People locked in a house, mysterious women with TF abilities shows up? Except in this case, it's dudes instead of a couple. I'm running out of material already? Rated H for Hollywood.
The Girl's End
A group of adult friends try to finish a failed teenage pub crawl, and find their hometown has been taken over by alien dopplegangers, who do their best to...persuade them to submit. Rated A for Aliens.
Pacific Swim
A group of teenagers on a Hawaiian vacation encounter a strange rift that changes them forever. Rated N for No Giant Robots.
Pacific Swim 2: Kaiju Blew
Honestly, I don't have a synopsis, I just wanted to make this joke. Rated P for Pun.
The Meat
Two mismatched female cops are forced to work with each other. And, soon enough, on each other. Rated F for 5-0.
Turbone
I'm sorry, it's a movie about an snail. I've got nothing to work with here. It took me three hours just to come up with the parody title. Rated D for Derivative.
The Smurfs 2
This would require me to voluntarily learn anything at all about The Smurfs 2.
A team of retired agents look for a long-forgotten experimental weapon in Moscow. When the BRED operatives find themselves feeling unexpected urges and experiencing strange changes, they can only take comfort in...each other. Rated S for Sequelitis.
The Urge
In the future, there all crime will be legalized for 12 hours each year. When a young couple lets a stranger into their house with strange abilities, their lives will be changed forever, and they make connections in ways they never could've dreamed. Rated E for Edgy.
Now You Be Me
A team of magicians look for power to help the helpless, and find it in a way they never expected. But that they certainly enjoyed. Rated C for Corruption.
This is My End
During an apocalypse, a group of vapid, dysfunctional actors try to ride out the storm in a shelter. But when what may be the last woman on Earth shows u - wait, wait a second. Isn't this basically the same plot as "The Urge"? People locked in a house, mysterious women with TF abilities shows up? Except in this case, it's dudes instead of a couple. I'm running out of material already? Rated H for Hollywood.
The Girl's End
A group of adult friends try to finish a failed teenage pub crawl, and find their hometown has been taken over by alien dopplegangers, who do their best to...persuade them to submit. Rated A for Aliens.
Pacific Swim
A group of teenagers on a Hawaiian vacation encounter a strange rift that changes them forever. Rated N for No Giant Robots.
Pacific Swim 2: Kaiju Blew
Honestly, I don't have a synopsis, I just wanted to make this joke. Rated P for Pun.
The Meat
Two mismatched female cops are forced to work with each other. And, soon enough, on each other. Rated F for 5-0.
Turbone
I'm sorry, it's a movie about an snail. I've got nothing to work with here. It took me three hours just to come up with the parody title. Rated D for Derivative.
The Smurfs 2
This would require me to voluntarily learn anything at all about The Smurfs 2.
"We're always running round this town"
Posted 12 years agoKotep did a story that's rather similar to that 'Optimizer' WIP. Go check it out!
Turns out Alpha Wolves aren't really a thing.
Posted 12 years agohttp://io9.com/why-everything-you-k.....rong-502754629
And a million furry writers just cried out in terror and were silenced.
And a million furry writers just cried out in terror and were silenced.
I got a Daily Deviantion over on DeviantART!
Posted 13 years agoSpecifically, the dA version of "Malin Goes Dark".
The irony is that I only have that account because I don't want the TF stuff I write and draw associated with my real name, yet it gets the DD first, despite only existing for half the time of my regular DA account.
I'm not sure whether to be pleased or frustrated.
I'll be plustrated.
The irony is that I only have that account because I don't want the TF stuff I write and draw associated with my real name, yet it gets the DD first, despite only existing for half the time of my regular DA account.
I'm not sure whether to be pleased or frustrated.
I'll be plustrated.
On the sequel to Shifties: Rising
Posted 13 years agoShifties Rising is a professional - quality fic, sequel to my own Shifties, from 2007. It's about fifteen pages, contains the rudiments of it's distant-future setting, and offers lots of interesting and potentially profitable sequel opportunities, like Hellkat's New Found Form or Nuku's Flexible Infection.
I am not writing another word of it.
But why?
Several reasons. One is that there is no practical, reliable means for me to get paid.
There's a slim but significant chance Paypal might block the account, and other escrow services have similar restrictions on porn. I wouldn't mind risking it, if I didn't need the account for Reasons. I don't qualify for Amazon Payments, and I haven't been able to take Bitcoin seriously since that one Restupurae. The only other option I can think of is snail-mailed money orders, which require actually giving strangers my address, or opening a PO Box, which would require me to have a minimum number of comissions just to break even. Problem is, I'm going to be very busy at the Daily Planet this year, get my drift.
And before you say it, there are several hinderances to running an RP. For one thing, the mutations are random once infected; the ones in SR hewing close to the infector's species are just a coincidence. In Corruption of Champions, the player can exercise control over what happens to them. In Flexible Survival, you can do much the same by avoiding undesired foes. In my game, once you're screwed, you're screwed. Your new species would be determined by a dice roll. I don't think people would like that.
And for another, I want to keep the Shifties monsters. They're sentient, they still know all they did as regular people, they just happen to be rampagin herm-beasts. Most TF stories like to use the trappings of horror while actully being porn. I want to reverse it, and that's very difficult to do if the PCs are "accidentally" running directly into the shifties. I could probably rig up some mechanical advantage, so to speak, to encourage the players to stay human, but that's a lot of work.
And for a third, bees would be totally OP.
The second reason for not contining the story is that I like writing long-form fiction, which faces diminishing return in this fandom in proportion to how much of the work is porn. And, you'll note, SR isn't actually porn. It's a horror with herms in. As I said before, I want to take a shot at a novel. I have literally a half-dozen novels in various levels of completion lying around, and this makes another one.
Oh, wait, did I not mention that?
There was a recent and very popular story that I've mentioned in a journal or two. It failed at characterization, settings, and basic logic, but was bang on the nose if you like extremely weird gay furry porn. It wasn't until recently that I realized that it had cribbed the basic plot from a recent video game. To be fair, the game also failed in just about every way. (Ironically, the plot was also a ripoff, but of its much better predecessor, by the same director.) And if he could turn a crappy game into crappy porn, why couldn't I turn my crappy porn into a crappy novel?
Why not just write a good book?
Why bother? That never stopped Stephanie Meyer. I'll have to file the serial numbers off, but if I play my cards right, I can get hailed by certain quarters for being anti-furry, and simultaneously have furries write fanfics of it. I'll probably aim for the Young Adult market, since that's where all the money is these days. It'll be rather difficult to disguise enough of the "herm zombes" premise to get away with it, though.
Twilight got away with stalker vampires.
Good point.
I am not writing another word of it.
But why?
Several reasons. One is that there is no practical, reliable means for me to get paid.
There's a slim but significant chance Paypal might block the account, and other escrow services have similar restrictions on porn. I wouldn't mind risking it, if I didn't need the account for Reasons. I don't qualify for Amazon Payments, and I haven't been able to take Bitcoin seriously since that one Restupurae. The only other option I can think of is snail-mailed money orders, which require actually giving strangers my address, or opening a PO Box, which would require me to have a minimum number of comissions just to break even. Problem is, I'm going to be very busy at the Daily Planet this year, get my drift.
And before you say it, there are several hinderances to running an RP. For one thing, the mutations are random once infected; the ones in SR hewing close to the infector's species are just a coincidence. In Corruption of Champions, the player can exercise control over what happens to them. In Flexible Survival, you can do much the same by avoiding undesired foes. In my game, once you're screwed, you're screwed. Your new species would be determined by a dice roll. I don't think people would like that.
And for another, I want to keep the Shifties monsters. They're sentient, they still know all they did as regular people, they just happen to be rampagin herm-beasts. Most TF stories like to use the trappings of horror while actully being porn. I want to reverse it, and that's very difficult to do if the PCs are "accidentally" running directly into the shifties. I could probably rig up some mechanical advantage, so to speak, to encourage the players to stay human, but that's a lot of work.
And for a third, bees would be totally OP.
The second reason for not contining the story is that I like writing long-form fiction, which faces diminishing return in this fandom in proportion to how much of the work is porn. And, you'll note, SR isn't actually porn. It's a horror with herms in. As I said before, I want to take a shot at a novel. I have literally a half-dozen novels in various levels of completion lying around, and this makes another one.
Oh, wait, did I not mention that?
There was a recent and very popular story that I've mentioned in a journal or two. It failed at characterization, settings, and basic logic, but was bang on the nose if you like extremely weird gay furry porn. It wasn't until recently that I realized that it had cribbed the basic plot from a recent video game. To be fair, the game also failed in just about every way. (Ironically, the plot was also a ripoff, but of its much better predecessor, by the same director.) And if he could turn a crappy game into crappy porn, why couldn't I turn my crappy porn into a crappy novel?
Why not just write a good book?
Why bother? That never stopped Stephanie Meyer. I'll have to file the serial numbers off, but if I play my cards right, I can get hailed by certain quarters for being anti-furry, and simultaneously have furries write fanfics of it. I'll probably aim for the Young Adult market, since that's where all the money is these days. It'll be rather difficult to disguise enough of the "herm zombes" premise to get away with it, though.
Twilight got away with stalker vampires.
Good point.
Prelude to Rising
Posted 13 years ago"I've seen'" said Helmutt Einsbach as he studied a glass of whiskey, "things you people wouldn't believe."
The bar was quiet, at this time of night. Most of the patrons had gone home, the holoscreens had been turned off, and Benoit had reduced the music to a low rumble of white noise, meaningless and pointless. Hel, though, he had been there since happy hour, but his drink consumption had spiked upward in the last hour. He had had two drinks.
"That's a line from a movie," clarified the older man. He swished his drink around. "It's true in my case." He drained it with a gulp. "Hit me."
"I'm cutting you off," said Benny, as he tipped the bottle over. From his perspective, the holo-surface of the counter was displaying a flashing yellow around Hel. Of course, the computer was working off of the median numbers for alcohol absorption for men in Hel's age group, and Benny knew the man had a hollow leg, but it wouldn't do to have Public Health on his rear.
"Seems fair," Hel said amicably, and Benny relaxed, just a bit. He went back to nursing his drink for a while, as Benny cleaned the glasses. Then the older man burst into speech.
"They say I'm not supposed to talk about it, that it's a manner of interplanetary security." He snickered. "Buncha pencil-pushing rear echelon limp dicks. What do they know, huh? A man's supposed to keep that inside? Supposed to go home and bottle it up?" He shook his head. "No. No. It's." Tap. "Not." Tap. "Right." Tap. The drink spilled onto the counter, sending the display into a riot of color.
"Teeth. They had teeth. And claws. If you turned the light on at just the right time, you'd see their eyes shining green just before they got you." He touched a tiny, almost invisible scar on his cheek. There was only so much biofoam could do if your face was laid open to the bone.
"How'd you beat em?"
"Like another old movie said; you burn the forest down." He took a slug.
Benny's brow creased. "Wait...There was that rainforest fire on Baldur. They lost...how many acres?"
Hel gave him a level sort of look, a cold look, as if he was evaluating his options.
The music played on.
Einsbach broke into a broad grin. "No one's crazy enough to burn down a rainforest. Just a metaphor. By the way, I gotta get a new partner tomorrow." Hel made a face.
"Shame what happened to Erik."
"To Erik," the older man said, and raised his glass.
"To Erik." And there went the last of the drink.
The glass blazed like a comet as it slid along the bar.
"Well, g'night," Hel said as he stood. He was probably going to take a nap in his car's backseat as the autopilot took him home.
"Hey," said the Benny, "stay outta the driver's seat or I'll call the cops."
Hel smiled as he left.
The bar was quiet, at this time of night. Most of the patrons had gone home, the holoscreens had been turned off, and Benoit had reduced the music to a low rumble of white noise, meaningless and pointless. Hel, though, he had been there since happy hour, but his drink consumption had spiked upward in the last hour. He had had two drinks.
"That's a line from a movie," clarified the older man. He swished his drink around. "It's true in my case." He drained it with a gulp. "Hit me."
"I'm cutting you off," said Benny, as he tipped the bottle over. From his perspective, the holo-surface of the counter was displaying a flashing yellow around Hel. Of course, the computer was working off of the median numbers for alcohol absorption for men in Hel's age group, and Benny knew the man had a hollow leg, but it wouldn't do to have Public Health on his rear.
"Seems fair," Hel said amicably, and Benny relaxed, just a bit. He went back to nursing his drink for a while, as Benny cleaned the glasses. Then the older man burst into speech.
"They say I'm not supposed to talk about it, that it's a manner of interplanetary security." He snickered. "Buncha pencil-pushing rear echelon limp dicks. What do they know, huh? A man's supposed to keep that inside? Supposed to go home and bottle it up?" He shook his head. "No. No. It's." Tap. "Not." Tap. "Right." Tap. The drink spilled onto the counter, sending the display into a riot of color.
"Teeth. They had teeth. And claws. If you turned the light on at just the right time, you'd see their eyes shining green just before they got you." He touched a tiny, almost invisible scar on his cheek. There was only so much biofoam could do if your face was laid open to the bone.
"How'd you beat em?"
"Like another old movie said; you burn the forest down." He took a slug.
Benny's brow creased. "Wait...There was that rainforest fire on Baldur. They lost...how many acres?"
Hel gave him a level sort of look, a cold look, as if he was evaluating his options.
The music played on.
Einsbach broke into a broad grin. "No one's crazy enough to burn down a rainforest. Just a metaphor. By the way, I gotta get a new partner tomorrow." Hel made a face.
"Shame what happened to Erik."
"To Erik," the older man said, and raised his glass.
"To Erik." And there went the last of the drink.
The glass blazed like a comet as it slid along the bar.
"Well, g'night," Hel said as he stood. He was probably going to take a nap in his car's backseat as the autopilot took him home.
"Hey," said the Benny, "stay outta the driver's seat or I'll call the cops."
Hel smiled as he left.
Paypal for adult work.
Posted 13 years agoDoes anyone know of such a site? And it would have to be one that keeps the name on the bank account secret. A quick Google keeps bringing up AlertPay, and I've heard a few things about Amazon Payments.
I'm not sure if I actually need this, mind you. I just want to have my options open. Besides, if could be useful in my civilian identity too.
(I'm actually Clark Kent.)
I'm not sure if I actually need this, mind you. I just want to have my options open. Besides, if could be useful in my civilian identity too.
(I'm actually Clark Kent.)
Hermpires: The next generation
Posted 13 years agohttps://www.furaffinity.net/view/7999249/
Okay, so May and Jam are the two best options. May is a pirate. Jam runs a series of failed restaurants (and yet, the dystopian future banks don't seem to consider her a credit risk).
-Since May is part of the Jellyfish pirates, provide some excuse for her to become a Jellyfish hermpire. Since cats hate water, Bridget enjoys himself into the water, where it taints a jellyfish. The fish swims up to May's ship, where a pirate has just fallen overboard. It latches onto him or her as he's being pulled up, and he's converted, then converts his rescuers, then the entire ship, ending with a cornered May.
You do know that May is an airship pirate, right?
I totally knew that. I also totally knew that the crew is almost entirely female, and did not just look it up on the GG wiki.
The Jellyfish pirates are on an actual sea-ship as a teamwork exercise. There.
-Jam is getting ready for the dinner rush while Bridget sneaks in and taints the dishes, including the calimari. Jam tastes it, and tentacles ensue. She moves on to infect the patrons.
Doesn't hermpirism only work on mammals and living beings?
You didn't complain about the jellyfish.
-Both. The Jellyfish pirates are celebrating in Jam's new restauraunt, and Bridget taints several dishes, including the fried jellyfish (which is actually a thing). The jellys are served to the JPs. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Jam or one of chefs or a sneaky plongeur tastes the calimari...
Maybe a subplot about a restauraunt critic Jam is worried about pleasing. After the TFs, both she and May descent on him, making a sort of jellyfish-squid hybrid hermpire--
Of course, this is all non-canon, and it's not like there's any official art of May and Jam oh come on
Okay, so May and Jam are the two best options. May is a pirate. Jam runs a series of failed restaurants (and yet, the dystopian future banks don't seem to consider her a credit risk).
-Since May is part of the Jellyfish pirates, provide some excuse for her to become a Jellyfish hermpire. Since cats hate water, Bridget enjoys himself into the water, where it taints a jellyfish. The fish swims up to May's ship, where a pirate has just fallen overboard. It latches onto him or her as he's being pulled up, and he's converted, then converts his rescuers, then the entire ship, ending with a cornered May.
You do know that May is an airship pirate, right?
I totally knew that. I also totally knew that the crew is almost entirely female, and did not just look it up on the GG wiki.
The Jellyfish pirates are on an actual sea-ship as a teamwork exercise. There.
-Jam is getting ready for the dinner rush while Bridget sneaks in and taints the dishes, including the calimari. Jam tastes it, and tentacles ensue. She moves on to infect the patrons.
Doesn't hermpirism only work on mammals and living beings?
You didn't complain about the jellyfish.
-Both. The Jellyfish pirates are celebrating in Jam's new restauraunt, and Bridget taints several dishes, including the fried jellyfish (which is actually a thing). The jellys are served to the JPs. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Jam or one of chefs or a sneaky plongeur tastes the calimari...
Maybe a subplot about a restauraunt critic Jam is worried about pleasing. After the TFs, both she and May descent on him, making a sort of jellyfish-squid hybrid hermpire--
Of course, this is all non-canon, and it's not like there's any official art of May and Jam oh come on
Looks like I'm a hypocrite.
Posted 13 years agoI've complained about TF stories about military personnel who don't seem to have the competence of a rent-a-cop, much less some sort of spec ops specialized operators.
Today I found a certain fic series I had seen before, and the military content is exhaustively researched, but it has absolutely no significant characterization whatsoever. Even the porny bits are generic. And even then, people still act like idiots when the plot calls for it, and the writing style feels like he's trying to imitate about six writers at once.
So, let's review; research is nice, but you only need enough to make it feel real, and try not to have your heroes be idiots.
Today I found a certain fic series I had seen before, and the military content is exhaustively researched, but it has absolutely no significant characterization whatsoever. Even the porny bits are generic. And even then, people still act like idiots when the plot calls for it, and the writing style feels like he's trying to imitate about six writers at once.
So, let's review; research is nice, but you only need enough to make it feel real, and try not to have your heroes be idiots.
Not sure if...
Posted 13 years ago...character in art is a herm or just a male with exaggerated pecs.
