Well, the idea is that something will certainly be flowing after the reader finishes! It's the ... hehe ... climax of the book.
Confession? Alright, I got one. When I was in my early teens, we had a dog I really loved. She wasn't a big dog by any means, but we used to joke and say she was a huge dog in a tiny body. The reason is she was strong. When we fed her the bones after having steak, she crushed them with practically no effort. Just destroyed them like potato chips. Kinda important to keep that in mind. So there I was, a stupid girl in my early teens. The dog wanted to sleep. I wanted to play with her. So she laid on the floor, and I kept poking her and trying to wake her up. I should add that I had never seen the dog angry, so when she growled a little, I didn't think any of it. In retrospect, I know this was a ridiculously bad idea. She was annoyed, I kept annoying her and ignoring every warning I got, one after another. Then all of a sudden, I was sitting there with my hand locked in her jaws. And I mean locked. She had gotten to her feet faster than I thought possible, and held my hand firmly in her jaw. And remember what I said about how strong thoe jaws were? If she had wanted to, she could have bit my hand straight off. She held it so tight that I could feel her teet pressing on my skin, and there was no way I could move or free my hand at all. Even if there had been anyone else aroundd, they wouldn't have been able do anything. I was entirely a the dog's mercy. But know what my one and only reaction to the whole incident was? I laughed. Really. I laughed and said she won. A few seconds later, she let go of my hand, laid down again, and tried to sleep. I patted her gently (again, maaaaybe not my smartest idea) and walked away. She could have bit my hand straight off, or at least hurt me really, really bad, if she had wanted to. But I wasn't afraid at all. Not even once. After a while, when she woke up, we were back to being best friends again, and we remained close friends until the day she died. The reason I put this in the confessions is becasue I trust the dog a lot more than I trust people. "Hi, mom, My dog almost bit my hand off. How was your day?" Hahaha, no. But I did trust the dog, and I know it was entirely my own fault. I know the dog gave me plenty of warnings, and never intended to hurt me. That's why I never told anyone about this. I was too worried they would get the wrong idea, and blame the dog, like people tend to do.
I wish I'd know about this. I've had a m/m vampire-werewolf romance on the backburner for a while now.
Okay, the above link provided by @matwoolf just rendered the longish post I was typing, pointless. Everything you need to know is one post up.
Relax, no snark was intended. That summary is much better than anything I could have whipped up off the cuff.
It's quite...I was going to say 'liberating'...but I should read it twice. Without enquiry my mind is full with cock monsters, labia sea creatures, and omegas scuttling around sweeping crumbs. I'm sure there's more to it.
Lord Enlil above, white dias &c, I am right with you in never going there. I dunno which sounds worse, running round with it tied in a knot all day or the prospect of anal birth....
There is. By nature, it's a very shipcentric* trope. * Plot focusses primarily on the creation or exploration of romantic relationships between characters.
I'm laughing my ass off because the first thing one sees when one clicks on the above^^^ link is a message from Wikipedia: "This article may require cleanup to meet Wikipedia's quality standards..."
I'm too old, whenever you talk about shipping, shipcentric, all that I still think Maersk, or possibly the dirigible behemothaurs from Look to Windward might qualify.
I'ma go with terrified. ETA: But whatever floats one's boat, as long as it doesn't hurt anybody else more than they wanna be...
Yeah, I was in the "What Fresh Hell is This??" camp for a while with regards a\b/o. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to write it. But 10k words since Friday... It appears I was wrong.
For some scenes in TC, the readers will need plastic ponchos and umberellas. It's like a Gallagher show!
That is what I kinda figured, so I went with a safe suit for the messy bits. Don't wanna get preggers or anything from it.
Meanwhile I'm still trying to work up my Spoiler: adult content "Martha and Snoop's Dogg Pound" Very Special Pegging Episode story...
I'd be less concerned about being pregnant than I would be from whatever hell shrike springs from my loins. My mum always said god would punish me by making sure I have a child just like me, and if he does the same to the class of human being I generally get involved with, then that child will undoubtedly he a herald to, if not cause of the apocalypse.
