Well, learning out to write when you aren’t crazy horny is a good technique that I’ve slowly gotten better at. Beyond that, I’ve gotten better at edging over time, and just trying to keep my hand off until I’m ready to be done with writing for the day.
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Mary try more General then how about this? The worst characters are in television movies and video games but there’s still in many ways on satisfying it least the sum and you’ve expressed some of this. What are aspects that you think can be more generally integrated into them and that you’re hoping to see but you feel are missing?
Alright, I can give some thoughts on diversity in media in general.
I think, when we talk about diversity, the conversation tends to get flattened into a question of representation–that is, the question usually becomes, “what sort of ratio of characters in media should come from marginalized and under-represented groups and populations?” This is an important part of the discussion for sure, but I don’t think increased representation is enough.
I think, rather, that what’s missing most is diversity at the creative, authorial level. It isn’t just important to have diversity is casting–if anything, it’s much, much more important to have diversity in storytellers. That is, we need to be doing much more to elevate and promote stories written by diverse groups, and making sure that they reach a broad, mainstream audience.
I think we’re seeing some good progress on that front, and I think it’s beginning to be recognized as something that needs to happen. It’s excellent, for example, that Donald Glover just won an Emmy for best director, for his show “Atlanta”. I think the move “Get Out” is quite simply one of the best films I’ve seen in years. While I haven’t read it, I’ve heard that Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Black Panther is excellent story telling as well. In the end, we have to be more concerned with “good” representation, rather than “enough” representation, and the best way we can do that is to promote diverse creators and their content.
With regards to what is arguably a backlash to Greater diversity and Comics. What do you think are some of the things that been successful about Marvel and its attempts to expand its roster what have been failures. What are legit complaints what are spurious ones. And what are ones that you would have an advice you would have in order to change them
Honestly, I don’t follow comics much at all, so I don’t really know enough about it to be able to comment on it to the extent you’d like.
Which stories of yours put the main character in a position of being forced to be someone they are not, while still fully aware of everything that’s happening, like being a prisoner in their own body?
I don’t really use that trope very often, honestly. That said, I usually tag those sorts of stories with possession, and you can find some here.
Out of all the stories you’ve written, what would you consider your favourite, and what one would you think about going back and redoing or adding to?
Honestly, the answer to this one is City of Bears. I still really like the entire story, and would love to take the time to go back and rewrite it to do it better justice than I did the first time around.
Next week I’ll be head to Indianapolis to run for great lakes leather boy at great lakes leather alliance. So here’s my question:. What do you do for fun in long car rides?
I mean, I’m usually listening to music on the road. You however–a pig like you would probably occupy yourself by cleaning every urinal at every rest area along the way, right?
So is part 8 all of Cleaning House? I wasn’t sure it almost seemed like we were gonna get more about what was going on with the symbiotic relationship and the backstory, so I thought I’d ask. :) great story btw!
Yes, Part 8 was the ending of that one. There is a broader backstory, but I don’t actually know what it is precisely. Basically, Joe was some superhero of some variety, corrupted in the course of a mission by some demonic slob thing which is slowly trying to corrupt him and wrestle back control over the world through the hero.
There may be more to the story at some point! Not really sure.
It’s that time of the week again! Got a question for me? Feel free to drop it off in the box. No subject to strange or personal or inflammatory to get some kind of response from me, I promise–but give it a shot if you want.
Also! There’s a new discord channel up and running for people interested in bearish transformations! There’s a lot of artists and writers hanging out, including me, RP channels, story captions, and lots of other stuff. Come hang out and have some fun! You can join by clicking here.
Discord – Free voice and text chat for gamers
This chat is for transformation into bears, be it massively obese, immense muscles, thick hair, or literally giants.
Go for it guys. Enjoy the immense size.
For those of you who might be interested, there’s a new discord server for writers/artists/fans of bear transformations, and things of that ilk. Especially if you enjoy my roundups, this would be a good place to find new content as people post it on the web, and is also just a nice place to hang out and chat if you enjoy that sort of thing! There are also channels for roleplaying and collaborative stories is that interests you as well.
Symbiotic Justice (Part 4)
CW: Rape, Violence
It had been four days since anyone at school had seen either Lief or Erik. Their parents had called in, telling the school both boys had come down with the flu, and not to expect them for a while longer, but Erik’s friends on the wrestling team, Nate, Ryan and Hyde, sensed that something strange was going on. They’d gone over the day before to check on Erik after school, but when his mother had answered the door, she’d flat out refused to allow them in. Worse…something about her had seemed…wrong. In her eyes, and in her speech. She wasn’t the nice mother they’d known before–she was too cold. They chucked rocks at Erik’s window, but got nothing back–they didn’t even see a face peek out from behind the curtains. Still, none of them had an answer, but the brothers sudden absence wasn’t the only strange occurrence.
Tommy Matthews, the star football player, and another friend of Erik’s who had bullied Lief regularly, disappeared one afternoon. He’d been walking home from school, passed through the field, and never emerged. The police investigated, and found signs of a struggle off the path, along with a strange crater of some kind, but nothing more than that. The next day, another jock disappeared–Mason Clark. People were talking about the possibility of a serial killer, but no one had found their bodies, or any evidence that they hadn’t simply vanished or been kidnapped.
The three wrestlers were on high alert, and agreed that all three of them should stick together, until they unravelled whatever mystery was going on around their school. Hyde thought he’d seen…something watching his window the night before, out on the street, but before he could get a good look, it had disappeared into the shadows. Still, all three of them assumed they were safe while they were in school. When their coach asked them to come by his office in the locker room after school, none of them thought twice about it. They headed down to the gyms, laughing and joking like they always did, but when they got into the room, they realized something was wrong–something in the locker room…it didn’t…smell right.
Not that the locker room ever smelled good, of course, but this–it wasn’t a smell any of them recognized, and it filled all of them with a deep sense of unease. “I…smelled this the other night, when I had my window open,” Hyde said.
“We…we should leave,” Nate added, but all three of them instead walked deeper, the smell growing stronger, all of them feeling it cloud their minds, making everything run slower than it should. Around the corner, they had a clear look at the coach’s office, and he was there–but he wasn’t alone. Crammed inside with him, in the tiny space–none of them knew what it was, to be honest, but it wasn’t human. Or, at least, not entirely human. It’s body was coated with thick hair, some of brown, but much of it, especially growing on his chest and forearms, faded into deep shades of blue and green, the hair seeming almost…alive, or moving on it’s own. The beast had the coach pulled close, face pressed to the side of the older man’s head, mouth open and enveloping his ear, drool dribbling down the side of his face in copious amounts.Seeing the three young men enter the room, the beast let out a strange garbled growl, released the coach, and they watched him slump to the floor, the thing’s tongue sliding free of his ear as it did.
“There you all are,” the beast said. The voice–it was barely understandable as speech, really, but the boys got a sense of what it was saying well enough. “So…little left of me, I have to do you all at once, before I fade. Come closer…”
The beast stepped over the coach and ducked under the doorway into the office, looming over them at nearly eight feet tall. “What…what the fuck are you?” Ryan asked.
“You all know me–I’m Lief. I was Lief. I’m…better now. More now. So hungry, been saving room for you all today.” The three men tried to force themselves to run, but all they could do was come closer, watching as the beast’s huge cock swiveled in the air, examining them with it’s flat, blade like head. With a screech, the head cracked apart in two places, and the tears widened, the beast roaring and screeching as it did, in obvious pain, but after a few moments it had healed, and three smaller rope like cocks waved in the air in front of them. “One for each of you.”
The beast tore at their clothes, ripping into them with claws and teeth until they were all naked, and then drove one of it’s cocks into each boy, pinning them to the floor, drawing in their strength and their power. Mason and Tommy–after Lief had drained his brother, he’d needed more, and each time, he’d…changed. Growing larger, gaining this strange hair and powerful stench that no man could resist. He’d lost more and more of himself as well, giving into the new instincts driving his cock, and his new body. That was what Lief hated the most–that he couldn’t even fight any of this…because he wanted the power, and the parasite–it knew it even better than he did, what he wanted, because it was absorbing the last remaining bits of the young man’s psyche into it’s new, bestial and alien brain.
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