"Do you know what the best part of making love with you is?”
Izzy gave a cheesy grin. “Having sex with me is the highlight of anybody’s life.”
“I’m not the one mewing like a cat.”
So now that I understand that my superhero-gangster Cord is snarking the shit out of his role in an investigation about a possible suicide because it's how he processes a case that hits REALLY close to his own attempted suicide, his snark is really growing on me.
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“Why are you never happy?” Dan wonders. “You didn’t like it when you thought she was a white girl in Japan, but you’re still mad that she’s actually Japanese.”
“Because now Captain America and his sexy white sidekick are going to bust in and save the helpless Asians when shit goes down.”
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“Lord Jesus, she’s hot,” Cord complains when he spots Sarafina on the far side. “Look at Cersei Lannister with her bouncy blonde hair! Ugh, I bet she’s into New Age shit like fortune-telling, and she loves quote-unquote ‘Asian cuisine,’ and she does yoga for that figure.”
Damn it, he’s not telling Cord that Sarafina reads Tarot cards. It’s bad enough when the kid’s wrong—Dan doesn’t want to know what happens when he’s right. “Please try to be civil.”
“The white girl’s virtue is safe with me, Cap,” he tells Dan wearily. “I’m a dorky Asian runt.”
“Don’t call me Captain America.” Dan shoots a look at him: White outfit aside, Cord’s smack in the middle of average height, his long face balanced out by choppy scene bangs and layered hair. And with those telltale boxer’s shoulders under his coat, he’s definitely not “runty.” He wonders if anyone’s said that kind of thing to Cord. Or how many people said it, more likely.
edited 24th Mar '16 12:10:23 PM by Sharysa
I took some time out of novel writing to write a short story. It's in letter form, from a husband to a wife. I'm still not finished, but here's a bit I'm rather proud of.
It's not ridiculously NSFW, but be warned, sexy times are alluded to in the most unflattering way possible. And genitals are mentioned.
God, I miss being able to see my own penis when I look down, though.
Not sure why that needed a warning.
Some people are sensitive.
Stand up against pinkwashing, don't fall for propogandaA demonstration of Parallaxus' power;
All four of his eyes widened as he observed the fact that his forces were all vanquished and the motley group of inter-universal heroes were escaping with the items that Parallaxus had wanted.
In one lapse of maturity, Parallaxus breathed out a stream of white-hot destruction upon Jupiter, the entire planet starting to ripple and explode outward from the impact site going further and further. And further and further still, glowing lines breaking across the entire gigantic planet.
Lord Eclipse immediately went from smug and assured of the heroes' demises to gawking, he had known Parallaxus was powerful, but to destroy an entire planet within thirty seconds. He was glad he observed from upon the great beast's back.
When the heroes ultimately were just teleported out by the assistance of their allies, as Jupiter finally exploded outwards, the giant dragon was left flying there, where a planet used to be.
His only words for what just happened? "I just did an oops."
edited 29th Mar '16 8:25:11 PM by NickTheSwing
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.More city describing stuff.
edited 12th Apr '16 6:20:47 AM by trashconverters
Stand up against pinkwashing, don't fall for propogandaIt's a little rough, but I think you will get the jist of it.
Part of a radio script I'm doing for media.
A note for Americans: In Australia, Lowes is a really cheap menswear store, not a hardware shop.
P1: I don’t think private health cover even has a look about it. Anyway, you’re wearing a suit. (beat) Why are you wearing a suit?
P2: It was $100 from Lowes. I thought it would look cool.
P1: It’s too small for you, it makes you look fat.
P2: Right.
P1: Well, fatter, really. But the colour suits you.
edited 16th Apr '16 12:02:47 AM by trashconverters
Stand up against pinkwashing, don't fall for propogandaedited 1st May '16 8:07:40 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Hard to contextualize the conversation in short, but suffice it to say it involves a superhero wearing Powered Armor.
You fell victim to one of the classic blunders!A note for people who aren't Australian: Melbourne's terrace houses are quite famous and unique, they look like this
edited 18th Apr '16 9:16:49 PM by trashconverters
Stand up against pinkwashing, don't fall for propogandaEin Woe is a Public Menace in the State of Utah.
And the man responsible for this crisis could be doing a lot worse.
Following the decision to label Pornography a National Health Crisis, something apparently snapped in Ein Woe.
The malign clown promptly rampaged across Utah, distributing pornography everywhere - outright tossing it around everywhere - and even shooting a young Mormon Elder with a rolled up Playboy magazine right in the face.
The elected officials were in panic - there was a move to call Ein Woe Public Enemy Number 1, and these two cops were just a part of an effort to "contain and eliminate the demon clown threat".
There had even been an attempt by Colorado's Klingenschmitt to exorcise Woe from the state...but that hadn't ended well for Klingenschmitt. Something about a pea soup cannon.
As it stood there was; 1) a criminal clown 2) a lot of porn all over the place and 3) not a lot the state police could do about it, given Woe never seemed capable of being cornered.
Though, the young cop pondered as he looked at another piece of "filth" Woe had distributed, this had its benefits.
"I watched as billions of stars in the galaxy exploded like supernovae. The main trouble was that its school would only accept a million-page essay that was written in 'exploding star' and nothing else."
Context: An invulnerable being that had Ascended to a Higher Plane of Existence watches the effects of an entity writing an essay. Said entity and its kin can only communicate among themselves by blowing up stars. Lots of them. (Oh, and each page has about 10000 words, each word has 10000 letters.)
...ehehCommunication problems between different social classes:
Souse wasn't quite certain what to do about it. He must be tired, he thought, trying to understand what Lerant was thinking, confessing to him like that. And what could Souse tell him, anyway?
"You should start insulting them."
"Insulting whom?" Lerent turned to him in surprise.
"The noblewomen. If you insult them, they'll tell their friends, and no-one will want to be with you. You won't be bothered by them anymore."
Lerent sighed, irritated.
"I'm of o'Lannaises. I can't insult the nobility of my own country."
"Pff. This whole 'being a prince' seems hardly worth the effort. Hey, if you can't find a fitting noblewoman, maybe try some peasants? You'll sure have more to chose from."
Lerent stared at him in silence.
"Thorvald?"
Largely inspired by the scene from Virus where the crew meets Squeaky post-Unwilling Roboticization.
edited 27th Apr '16 10:05:40 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!This line is even more cynical than my writing usually is. I'm proud of myself.
edited 27th Apr '16 6:25:44 AM by trashconverters
Stand up against pinkwashing, don't fall for propogandaMy own Viseilians would be proud of the job done on that poor guy.
Odin shook his head, likewise unable to believe what went on here, "Honestly, Dajni, you're fired. I don't even want to end your miserable life. Just...leave. Leave. This was the stupidest idea I've ever had the displeasure of hearing."
There was the car door, then the front door, then the fridge door, then a heavy body falling into one of the kitchen chairs.
And then this one:
Abby didn’t care much for petty drama, but for some odd reason, Declan did. Especially when her classmates were involved. So, to humour him, she found herself devouring all the gossip she could find.
“Chantelle has a new boyfriend.”
“Does she? How many has that been, now?”
“Her third boy this year.”
“Jesus Christ.”
There was a moment of content silence, the likes of which the Corcorans rarely had. Declan and Abby knew silence to be something tense, heavy with unspoken things. So they let this silence last longer than it probably should have.
edited 28th Apr '16 8:05:20 PM by trashconverters
Stand up against pinkwashing, don't fall for propogandaThe Prince of Demands: Give Enough Rope...
The old man went back into his old boat, and saw his two con men standing around rather than mingling.
The tall and skinny one asked, "So, uh, boss, what're you gonna do with these guys? Gettin' em drunk for some kind of scam?"
"Sell them." The old man chuckled, the smell of brimstone filling the air, "The most of them do not look it, but they're terrible. Bad is an understatement. They're animals. And I'm going to make sure the inside matches the outside."
The fat and short one asked, "W-Whaddaya mean, boss?"
The old man grinned in an odd, malign way, "You give these teenagers enough rope and they'll fashion a noose for themselves. Let an animal go, and it'll prove itself an animal." The hints toward what was to come were starting, "Have you fine fellows ever watched Pinocchio?"
The tall one stepped back, "You're not..."
"I am." The brimstone stench became worse at once as the Prince of Demands' eyes took on a pitch black look, "No 'bad boy' ever leaves my island as anything but the beast he is inside. None will truly mourn them. They were all after all beasts."
Outside the monsters of the Defilement Marquis called "Demands" waited, large, barbaric howler monkeys with bat wings crowned upon their backs.
The fat and short one shook in pure fear, "I-I-I didn't sign on to do no devil's work!"
The Prince only chuckled lightly, "The devil, shall we say, is in the details. You did indeed sign on to do "all manner of devilry". You only saw the payroll of 500,000 dollars. Truly, greed is a Sin which, as with the Glotoneria of those animals, never fails to astonish."
He could hear screams fading into animal whines.
And it brought the Dark Lord a true smile.
Declan really doesn't like Heron Argyros:
edited 17th May '16 11:57:03 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!(Ignore, it was shit.)
edited 7th May '16 9:27:39 PM by n341100
Shoo her in, Effie darling, shoo her in.
This is part of a Whole Episode Flashback chapter during which one of the villains is remembering when his brother basically effortlessly defeated him using magic. The villain in question was a powerful dwarven warrior who had essentially killed innumerable people. While definitely not a stupid man, he depended heavily on his physical strength and in many ways defined his self-worth by it. So to be beaten by his weaker younger brother without real physical action was...startling.
edited 19th Mar '16 9:23:20 AM by Swordofknowledge
"Fear is a tyrant and a despot, more terrible than the rack, more potent than the snake." —Edgar Wallace