brackenousjunk:

It would be like you encountering someone on the street, and they have bags of groceries in their hands, and you ask them, “Oh, did you go to the grocery store today?”

And they stare at you blankly, and ask you what in the fuck a grocery store is.

That sounds…stupid, but I’ve read stories with that sort of shit in them. It happens a whole lot in fantasy novels, when authors are trying to get world exposition out of the way, so they literally have grown characters explaining world geography to one another like they’re both fucking idiots, I hate that shit, it’s a waste of life.

That’s pretty banal though. Worse is when the cluelessness is tied into the development of the actual character or the conflict of the story, which happens more rarely. There’s also the obnoxious version, which is the “hyper-meta-aware” character played for jokes–see “Deadpool”, and the too-smart-for-their-own-good teens in “Cabin in the Woods”, where one overly clever character rules all of the other characters clueless by comparison.

And another one, sorry.

It would be like you encountering someone on the street, and they have bags of groceries in their hands, and you ask them, “Oh, did you go to the grocery store today?”

And they stare at you blankly, and ask you what in the fuck a grocery store is.

That sounds…stupid, but I’ve read stories with that sort of shit in them. It happens a whole lot in fantasy novels, when authors are trying to get world exposition out of the way, so they literally have grown characters explaining world geography to one another like they’re both fucking idiots, I hate that shit, it’s a waste of life.

That’s pretty banal though. Worse is when the cluelessness is tied into the development of the actual character or the conflict of the story, which happens more rarely. There’s also the obnoxious version, which is the “hyper-meta-aware” character played for jokes–see “Deadpool”, and the too-smart-for-their-own-good teens in “Cabin in the Woods”, where one overly clever character rules all of the other characters clueless by comparison.

brackenousjunk:

No pictures exist of him. He’s a big skunky fella. The stories revolved around friends making purchases at his magic sex shop.

I forgot to close the ask box on the alt account, sorry, so here’s a reblog from over there.

No pictures exist of him. He’s a big skunky fella. The stories revolved around friends making purchases at his magic sex shop.

Not really, or at least, I never get invited if they do. I chat semi-regularly with @vikingzombieboyfriend and @mcbaer though, but we don’t do much collaborative stuff–though we have on rare occasion done chapter exchanges on CYOC and stuff like that.

I’ve created a lot of random little photo TF games over the years, where I plug in a large number of photos and use them to generate story ideas. I rarely post the photos with the stories they inspire, often because the actual story turns out quite a bit different from the pictures themselves. On rare occasion, I’ll have a story which is inspired by someone I know in real life, or written for someone I’ve hooked up with.

I’ve never posted any of them, mostly because they involve other people’s characters. I would have to ask them for permission to post them or share them first. That said, someone requested a commission which ended up using him, so if I get to writing it, he’ll get his public debut then.

It was reading stories like these, that introduced me to them. And yeah, I felt really awful with myself for a very long time about it, and still do on occasion. But being into BDSM doesn’t mean you’re broken, nor does it mean that you’ll never have a fulfilling life if you never find a master/slave/dom/alpha/pup/etc. 

I did have a sequel planned for it. If I recall correctly, my original intent was to have the matchmaker run afoul of either Leo from “Letters From Prison”, or have him cross Pigtown in one way or another. It never got anywhere beyond the fantasy stage, however.

I mean, I kind of want to live like the men in my stories too, so I understand the desire. I think it takes a lot of strength and authenticity to be able to grapple with a personal desire to be a sub. I think this applies to you in particular–keep being you, or I’m gonna be pretty disappointed pig.