Ho Dear

Ho Dear

​The principal difficulty, as I see it, in penning a compelling and captivating erotic scene featuring Hodor is that there are only so many ways one can reliably relate the varying stages of Hodor’s ecstasy via dialogue. To wit:
Lord of the Flings

Lord of the Flings

​“Show me your Bobbit-Hole,” Randalf requested slowly. Rodo dropped his trousers, unsure of the Wizard’s reasoning.
What Price Beauty

What Price Beauty

​“I’m afraid I cannot compute,” Commander Robot protested. “Don’t worry,” Elder Space Captain declared with supreme gravitas. “We’re just ensuring that all your functions are thoroughly debugged."
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~explanation~

I'm a snarky, semi-horrible human being given to penning intentionally bad epic slashfiction involving improbable objects and individuals, with the ultimate ambition of befouling Kindle with it one day,which is ostensibly what this blog is for.

In practice, however, it tends to mainly be a circular file for my various thoughts and ideas, some whimsical and others not, in addition to my various Photoshop experiments, mainly collections of what I generate for Twitter.