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Hey like most of us here it’s just good to know that you have all survived. Next chapter wil come whe it comes and hopefully you are all chilling out and enjoying a point in life where you can actually smell the flowers. As for time since your last chapter well look at me, 4 yrs since last posting of Sklar and now one just wont shut up to finish the chapter so that I can post it.

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Having him show up in his underwear helps too, but yeah, the dripping added a nice touch.

I dunno, personally I think purr sounds better in that situation than coo, but there are some differences in what is hot depending on your target audience. A faint smile flitted across her face at the feel of a nudge. She twisted a little to look down between them, then dropped back to the mattress with a happy sigh/purr. “Oh God, please put that away!” For an example of how I’d write it in. I tend to use Desiderius’ way when something’s very dramatic or sudden.

Let the countdown begin. 3 more days till the Halloween party kicks off. Stay spooky, my friends. http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/65894-2017-halloween-party/

I'm thirding the put you first... It's your idea, after all, as has been stated. You know where you want the characters to go. That said, as DP noted, listening to the readers can be helpful too. As long as keeping with the established character and situation. For example, in mainstream DC comics, as far as I'm aware, Batman would never backhand Robin, force him to eat rats, or even call him retarded... (I'm excluding All Star Batman and Robin, that's just toilet paper in my humble opinion)... If you were writing a Batman story and someone suggested that, I'd be inclined to ignore it. If, however, you're writing Batman and someone suggests a threesome with two hot models... Or just in bed with Robin (yes, this actually happened in a comic, though I don't remember what number...)... I'd say go with it... (I'm rambling again, aren’t I?)

I’m awake again. So, earlier in the Asda, I was just innocently shopping, and this really tall blonde woman walked by me. Then kind of stopped, and looked down at little hobbit me, and smiled. My heart didn’t jump, it did some kind of strange figure eight move. She even had the short hair and everything. Not that I’m saying this was a Brienne lookalike. No. This was definitely a Gwendoline Christie lookalike. Though about ten or fifteen years younger. I don’t object to this at all. I believe in my narrative wholeheartedly. Gwendoline Christie has to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. And Brienne is beautiful too, no matter what Martin might say. To those two right now she is. That’s okay. What I do object to, is getting to the checkout, and finding myself looking around for ‘the big woman’ just in case she was there so that I could look at her again. It’s not as if I’ve even written that much of Tormund’s pov, ffs. :/ I swear, this story… *sighs*

You know, I’ve always looked to Sheffield’s industrial past and thought there must be a good supernatural horror story or two lurking there. Sheffield’s heart is a dark, dead space filled with crumbling red brick buildings blackened with grime, and smashed factory windows. And it’ll remain like that forever, no matter how much “regeneration” they engage in. It’s our history. All those souls lost to industry. And through the middle of it all, making it possible, the river Don. Without the river, there’d have been no industrialisation of Sheffield. If that river was conscious, and it could speak, it would hate all of us. Without a doubt. I mean, I won’t write that, but that’s the angle I’ll probably take. I love your idea! It’s the resentment of the natural world, personified in a single instance between a river and a man. If effluent, toxic chemicals and waste from manufacturing processes can hurt and kill a river, I’m sure there’s an equivalent for a man. The body horror I’m evisaging is kind of taking you literally. I mean, sticks, stones and riverbed mud in odd places would be incredibly painful, perhaps even fatal. And especially if they just kept appearing. How long would this man endure something like that before he went along to the doctor? Would he? How would he hide it? When exactly would he get past the point of entitlement (once he realised what was happening to him) and decide that it was time to appease whatever it was he’d angered? Would it have a chance in hell of working? And that’s just first thoughts. Lots of evil potential! *rubs hands together*

I know it might seem like I have some kind of obsession with water spirits, but family legend has it that Grandmother’s Grandfather was a stream. And It’d be awesome if you did, The Price came out brilliant so thanks in advance if you do.