So, I have ideas... many ideas... and I decided to share some of them.
Comments, appreciated...
Comments, appreciated...
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Star Wars OC-SI
Castage
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So, I have ideas... many ideas... and I decided to share some of them.
Comments, appreciated.
Star Wars Pseudo-SI
Warning - mature/dark content in spoiler!
I entered the secretariat, wearing a tight skirt that emphasised my figure with a noticeable cleavage cut. One that made others think of me as a trophy secretary, rather than someone skilled - a blond, big-breasted, eye candy, but nothing more.
I started preparing the caf - hot steaming mug with two spoons of Espcaf and exactly one and a half spoon of Yyeger sugar. I put the mug on the tray then grabbed the reports I prepared yesterday and put them on the tray. With everything prepared, I grabbed the tray and entered the office.
"Hello, father." I greeted the man sitting behind the desk as I put the mug with the caf in front of him.
"You are late." He said as he studied me. "That does not happen often."
"The training took longer than anticipated." I answered keeping my face cool. " Kolbil won't be working with me anymore. I will need to find a new sparring partner." I informed him, completely losing over the fact that I killed the man a few hours ago... and took great pleasure in beating him to a bloody mess.
"Is that so?"
"I already am better than him. It's only natural that I seek a new teacher." I answered. My father studied me for a moment, before finally nodding. It meant that he accepted my answer and the subject was closed.
I put the datapad in front of him. "This is your schedule for today. The meetings today are not that important, sans meeting with a representative from Corelia. I also made sure that you had three hours, for your... private activities. For outside information, you will be negotiating at that time with Corporate representative."
"Thank you, my dear." He smiled as I gave him the rest of the reports. "What would I have done without you?"
"The same, but with a less talented assistant." I answered, keeping my cool demeanour.
Father chuckled good-naturedly.
"Please, send in the first guest as soon as he arrives."
I nodded and left the office.
I sat in front of my desk and started checking the messages, quickly deleting half of them. I would not allow garbage to bother father. He had more important things to do than entertaining bootlickers. Then I started looking through the rest of the messages. There was much work to be done.
An hour later, I looked up as someone entered through the door. I quickly got up and bowed.
"Master Yoda." I greeted the small green alien with respect, even a touch of reverence - that I did not truly feel. But I had to keep my appearances, play my role. I pointed at the door of my father's office. "Chancellor Palpatine is expecting you."
AN:
I saw so many GoT SIs into Queen Cersei's/King Robert's children - where are Palpatine's children SIs?! Why only Skywalkers get the family quality time?
Comments, appreciated.
Star Wars Pseudo-SI
Warning - mature/dark content in spoiler!
Thud!
I stepped back, allowing the man to gather his bearings. When he got, we both got into stance again.
"You are getting better." He said as he backed, slapping away my punches.
"Luck has nothing to do with it." I answered as I moved to the side, allowing his fist to pass next to my head. A moment later man groaned as my fist landed on his stomach. Once, twice, thrice.
I stepped back as the man fell on his knees, holding his side.
"It's enough for today, Kolbil." I said as I walked up to the table and opened a bottle of water and took a large sip.
"You are progressing nicely." my sparring partner said as he walked behind me. I frowned as I felt his hand on my butt.
"Do you want to die? I told you, I am not interested." I told him coldly.
"Come on, we both know that you want it!" My eyes widened as he grabbed my breasts. "Those were made to be used!" He chuckled.
"You-" I snarled, then stopped as suddenly something kicked in my chest. I grabbed the table, trying to balance myself, as sudden weakness took over my body.
"Oh, it looks like the drug kicked in. You wouldn't-"
I tuned out what he was saying, as I felt a wave of anger wash over me.
He dared!
The Force moved through my body, purging the drug, filling me with strength.
I grabbed the man by the hair and threw him over my shoulder. The table broke under his weight. The impact has stunned him, but I wasn't going to give him a chance. I sat on his chest and started beating him. There was no finesse, only an angry assault of punches landing on defenceless man's face. It was liberating - euphoric even.
After a minute I stopped. The man cased defending himself, he was only whimpering, trying to shield his face.
With a snarl, I grabbed his head and with the anger, I gathered the dark side. The electricity started jumping between my fingers and Kolbil resumed screaming as I started frying his head.
I stopped, only when the man was dead.
I stood up, closed my eyes and collected myself. I opened my eyes, now again in control. I took off my shirt and started wiping the blood from my face.
"MZ 41. Clean this mess." I ordered droid, as I started walking to the showers.
I stepped back, allowing the man to gather his bearings. When he got, we both got into stance again.
"You are getting better." He said as he backed, slapping away my punches.
"Luck has nothing to do with it." I answered as I moved to the side, allowing his fist to pass next to my head. A moment later man groaned as my fist landed on his stomach. Once, twice, thrice.
I stepped back as the man fell on his knees, holding his side.
"It's enough for today, Kolbil." I said as I walked up to the table and opened a bottle of water and took a large sip.
"You are progressing nicely." my sparring partner said as he walked behind me. I frowned as I felt his hand on my butt.
"Do you want to die? I told you, I am not interested." I told him coldly.
"Come on, we both know that you want it!" My eyes widened as he grabbed my breasts. "Those were made to be used!" He chuckled.
"You-" I snarled, then stopped as suddenly something kicked in my chest. I grabbed the table, trying to balance myself, as sudden weakness took over my body.
"Oh, it looks like the drug kicked in. You wouldn't-"
I tuned out what he was saying, as I felt a wave of anger wash over me.
He dared!
The Force moved through my body, purging the drug, filling me with strength.
I grabbed the man by the hair and threw him over my shoulder. The table broke under his weight. The impact has stunned him, but I wasn't going to give him a chance. I sat on his chest and started beating him. There was no finesse, only an angry assault of punches landing on defenceless man's face. It was liberating - euphoric even.
After a minute I stopped. The man cased defending himself, he was only whimpering, trying to shield his face.
With a snarl, I grabbed his head and with the anger, I gathered the dark side. The electricity started jumping between my fingers and Kolbil resumed screaming as I started frying his head.
I stopped, only when the man was dead.
I stood up, closed my eyes and collected myself. I opened my eyes, now again in control. I took off my shirt and started wiping the blood from my face.
"MZ 41. Clean this mess." I ordered droid, as I started walking to the showers.
* * *
I entered the secretariat, wearing a tight skirt that emphasised my figure with a noticeable cleavage cut. One that made others think of me as a trophy secretary, rather than someone skilled - a blond, big-breasted, eye candy, but nothing more.
I started preparing the caf - hot steaming mug with two spoons of Espcaf and exactly one and a half spoon of Yyeger sugar. I put the mug on the tray then grabbed the reports I prepared yesterday and put them on the tray. With everything prepared, I grabbed the tray and entered the office.
"Hello, father." I greeted the man sitting behind the desk as I put the mug with the caf in front of him.
"You are late." He said as he studied me. "That does not happen often."
"The training took longer than anticipated." I answered keeping my face cool. " Kolbil won't be working with me anymore. I will need to find a new sparring partner." I informed him, completely losing over the fact that I killed the man a few hours ago... and took great pleasure in beating him to a bloody mess.
"Is that so?"
"I already am better than him. It's only natural that I seek a new teacher." I answered. My father studied me for a moment, before finally nodding. It meant that he accepted my answer and the subject was closed.
I put the datapad in front of him. "This is your schedule for today. The meetings today are not that important, sans meeting with a representative from Corelia. I also made sure that you had three hours, for your... private activities. For outside information, you will be negotiating at that time with Corporate representative."
"Thank you, my dear." He smiled as I gave him the rest of the reports. "What would I have done without you?"
"The same, but with a less talented assistant." I answered, keeping my cool demeanour.
Father chuckled good-naturedly.
"Please, send in the first guest as soon as he arrives."
I nodded and left the office.
I sat in front of my desk and started checking the messages, quickly deleting half of them. I would not allow garbage to bother father. He had more important things to do than entertaining bootlickers. Then I started looking through the rest of the messages. There was much work to be done.
An hour later, I looked up as someone entered through the door. I quickly got up and bowed.
"Master Yoda." I greeted the small green alien with respect, even a touch of reverence - that I did not truly feel. But I had to keep my appearances, play my role. I pointed at the door of my father's office. "Chancellor Palpatine is expecting you."
* * *
AN:
I saw so many GoT SIs into Queen Cersei's/King Robert's children - where are Palpatine's children SIs?! Why only Skywalkers get the family quality time?
Game of Thrones (SI/OC/OI/GI?)
Castage
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Game of Thrones (SI/OC/OI/GI?)
Warning: Mature content
People say that the world of fire and ice is a terrible place to be inserted. Amateurs – they just don't know how to do it right.
I smirked as I entered the chamber. Everything stopped at my command – literally. Even the fire froze.
Slowly, I strode to the woman who was laying on the ground – her body stale, as she tried to push away the man standing over her. Only woman's eyes were moving – fast, desperate, like trapped animal's.
"So many gods you have called, so many names – and only when you were desperate, you called one name that is part of your culture, yet one which you neglected for so long, hmm~" I hummed as I stood over her.
"Goddess Rok'ai, Guardian of Dorn's rivers, attendant of Goddess Rhoyne." I smiled as Elia Martel said my name. I could see as understanding washed over her face. Good. Making a deal with her now would be quite easy, I would think. Desperation is a good incentive.
She probably thought that I stopped time. Nah, too much trouble. I only made her brain work faster. Not that she would notice the difference.
It did not matter, anyway. It was time to make my spiel. I opened my mouth, but Elia was not finished.
"Goddess of consensual bondage, domination, submission and sexual slavery."
I froze as she said that, my smile plastered on my face, now forced. I immediately stopped time for Eila.
"ONE TIME! You make that damn joke one time! And they quote it for the next 2000 years! It's worse than social media! What came to my mind that time to troll those two siblings! Yeah, they were hot, but if I knew that they would spread that joke around and create a fucking cult around it, using what I said as the main doctrine, I would not fucking done that! It stopped being funny a millennia ago!" My head snapped to the east as my rant was interrupted. "Stop laughing Rhoyne! It's not funny!"
Warning: Mature content
People say that the world of fire and ice is a terrible place to be inserted. Amateurs – they just don't know how to do it right.
I smirked as I entered the chamber. Everything stopped at my command – literally. Even the fire froze.
Slowly, I strode to the woman who was laying on the ground – her body stale, as she tried to push away the man standing over her. Only woman's eyes were moving – fast, desperate, like trapped animal's.
"So many gods you have called, so many names – and only when you were desperate, you called one name that is part of your culture, yet one which you neglected for so long, hmm~" I hummed as I stood over her.
"Goddess Rok'ai, Guardian of Dorn's rivers, attendant of Goddess Rhoyne." I smiled as Elia Martel said my name. I could see as understanding washed over her face. Good. Making a deal with her now would be quite easy, I would think. Desperation is a good incentive.
She probably thought that I stopped time. Nah, too much trouble. I only made her brain work faster. Not that she would notice the difference.
It did not matter, anyway. It was time to make my spiel. I opened my mouth, but Elia was not finished.
"Goddess of consensual bondage, domination, submission and sexual slavery."
I froze as she said that, my smile plastered on my face, now forced. I immediately stopped time for Eila.
"ONE TIME! You make that damn joke one time! And they quote it for the next 2000 years! It's worse than social media! What came to my mind that time to troll those two siblings! Yeah, they were hot, but if I knew that they would spread that joke around and create a fucking cult around it, using what I said as the main doctrine, I would not fucking done that! It stopped being funny a millennia ago!" My head snapped to the east as my rant was interrupted. "Stop laughing Rhoyne! It's not funny!"