best i could do fast.
try and look for a good big picture of DRAGONS OF THE SIXTH WORLD COVER
http://www.gameground.de/shop/images/10761.jpg
look, both nipples pierced!

No nipples. Those are scale piercings.

certainly does look like nipples to me . . by the way, who is that supposed to be Uncle Ani? O.o

Pretty much what I thought. I have a (likely illegal) pdf (around somewhere) that's got a higher resolution picture than that.

Even then it's still pretty much just a scale piercing in the location that on a human translates to the breast.

You wouldn't find any nipples on a goat there.

No, there's also The Sea Dragon, Arleesh, Zacaultipán and Mujaji.

Hm, thanks. Couldn't think of any other than The Sea Dragon, though I should have remembered Mujaji.

Zacaultipan is from?

Aztlan probably?

With the exception previously noted, Hestaby (and the Sea Dragon) are the only known female great dragons.

You know I wrote a slash fiction on Ryumyo and Lung. I hope you are happy

Why do I have this feeling that I am skating on very thin ice.

Their all mentioned in Dragons of the Six World.
Zacaultipán is mentioned in her brothers Dzitbalchéns write-up.


Huh...
only one in my list who isn't a great is Zacaultipán

Given that there are about a quarter as many known non-great dragons as great dragons, I don't see what the issue is.

Of course, you can't exactly lift a dragon's tale and know what gender it is, so assigning any gender to any dragon is pretty much a guess. Oh, you can rely on what they refer to themselves as, but who trusts those scaly barstards?

Perhaps like Dwarves in the Discworld series are dragons in Shadowrun, this would make dragons a one gender race.

Perhaps dragons have evolved past the need for gender. Or they willfully adjust genders at certain life stages, like the Culture of Iain M. Banks epic sci-fi series. Greats have their metahuman avatars but they're completely self-chosen. If Ghostwalker wanted to portray himself as female who would stop him?

POST IT!

Or pm it.

Seriously, I just want to have the glory of being able to say, "yeah? Well I have Ryumyo / Lung slash."

If pm, I'd like a copy too. I meant to say something earlier, but I forgot. Was replying to something else at the time.

To keep working at derailing the thread from tropes here, is there a reason The Sea Dragon doesn't have a name? Lack of communication or some other reason?

Just curious. I normally blithely ignore most of this kind of nitpickery of the SR background, but this one little mote piques my interest...

You do realize that posting slash is against forum policy, even if it is on Shadowrun.

If the directly sexually explicit parts are edited out, Ain't No Rule.

Wow, the first line alone was enough to make me click off of it. Stupid work and the whole NSFW thing

The Sea Dragon gets her name because no one knows if she has a "true" dragon name. In SR canon, she's a myth; no one has confirmed that she even exists, there's just the rumors between she and Eliohan(?). That's why I didn't count her when I was asking about female dragons - how many open females are out there? Hestaby, Mujaji, Feurschwing's mate (who's dead now).

I own a copy of DotW, but they're packed in storage right now, so names escape me.

(Chrys: good job )

Not sure if I agree with you. I just wrote it as a wank piece, quite frankly it could have been any two dragons. I did not go back and change anything. To be honest, I don't even remember what I wrote in the first paragraph. It's not fangirl slash since that would have gone on for pages about the eyes, the scales, the detail of the tail ridge and about it being consensual and consummational and how they are secretly had a crush on each other, instead of well... What it is.

Maybe female dragons are simply omi-polones.

-Chrysalis

Technically, in Discworld, Dwarves are male and female, but they all act and look the same with their beards and several layers of leather and other armor. Starting a relationship and finding out who is what takes years to decades. And then there's STILL the possibility of the wedding night being kinda awkward if the sets don't match.

I was more congratulating you on actually going through with writing it. I took one look at the first half of the first sentence, went, "that's not safe for work!" and clicked the window off.

More detailed analysis later.

I look forward to it with trepidation.

-Chrysalis

There's a wonderful quote along the lines of:

"Most of dwarf courtship is the matter of delicately finding out out exactly what sex the other dwarf is under all that chainmail and beard."

I am inclined to disagree. Someone commented earlier that after spending too much time on tvtropes.org you start spotting tropes in everything. This is a very good thing when you read through your work and find yourself thinking "Oh god, that's [Trope X]".

Once you know what tropes and cliches (and these are actually different things) you use in your writing, you can learn to take advantage of them, avoid them, or subvert them.

@ Discworld Dwarfs Reminds me of the badwrongfun Name of that Dwarfen "Girl" in the Ankh Morpork Watch... Grinsi Kleinpo, what was her original Name?

Well... tropes as a creative writer are fun stuff. Once you spot them, you try to subvert them and maybe one day realize, that you enforced another trope by subverting the other. And then you divide by zero-oh sh*t! and the last thing you remember is that you stopped writing a story but instead tried to subvert tropes because you mistake them with cliches.

Her original English name is Cheery Littlebottom.

I read* it at work...

Though admittedly I'm in my underwear staring at my boss's PC via VNC with headphones on. I could get up and walk away and he'd probably not notice for at least a half hour.

*I skimmed.

Yeah, I have to be careful with what I read and say on the company network. They're very sketchy about the websites I go to because I deal with personal information all the time.

Besides, I'd love to see the face of the IT guy that came across that particular log. "Uh..."

May I recommend that any critique or commentary be done by pm or then as a separate thread marked [NSFW].

This thread has long since been derailed.

-Chrysalis

All threads are derailed, it is the nature of conversation.

The average is about 2 posts on topic.*

*A made up number, but I have seen a thread where the OP didn't even stay on topic.

So I guess there will not be a blow-by-blow analysis.

That was possibly the worst double entendre i have heard in a long while.

That was a bit tongue-in-cheek.

Second worst double-entendre in a while...

"SOFT, my dearest angel stay,
"Oh! you suck my soul away;
"Suck on, suck on, I glow, I glow!
"Tides of maddening passion roll,
"And streams of rapture drown my soul.
"Now give me one more billing kiss,
"Let your lips now repeat the bliss,
"Endless kisses steal my breath,
"No life can equal such a death.�

THE FLEA.
by John Donne

MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

Alcuin of Tours, c. 735- 804


Lament for a Cuckoo

O cuckoo that sang to us and art fled,
Where'er thou wanderest, on whatever shore
Thou lingerest now, all men bewail thee dead,
They say our cuckoo will return no more.
Ah, let him come again, he must not die,
Let him return with the returning spring,
And waken all the songs he used to sing.
but will he come again? I know not, I.

I fear the dark see breaks above his head,
Caught in the whirlpool, dead beneath the waves,
Sorrow for me, if that ill god of wine
Hath drowned him deep where young things find their graves.
But if he lives yet, surely he will come,
Back to the kindly nest, from fierce crows.
Cuckoo, what took you from the nesting place?
But will he come again? That no man knows.

If you love sings, cuckoo, then come again,
Come again, come again, quick, pray you come.
Cuckoo, delay not, hasten thee home again,
Daphnis who loveth thee longs for his own.
Now spring is here again, wake from thy sleeping.
Alcuin the old man thinks long for thee.
Through the green meadows go the oxen grazing;
Only the cuckoo is not. Where is her?

Wail for the cuckoo, every where bewail him,
Joyous he left us: shall he grieving come?
let him come grieving, if he will but come again,
Yea, we shall weep with him, moan for his moan.
Unless a rock begat thee, thou wilt weep with us.
How canst thou not, thyself remembering?
Shall not the father weep the son he lost him,
Brother for brother still be sorrowing?

Once were we three, with but one heart among us.
Scare are we two, now that the third is fled.
Fled is he, fled is he, but the grief remaineth;
Bitter the weeping, for so dear a head.
Send a song after him, send a song of sorrow,
Songs bring the cuckoo home, or so they tell
Yet be thou happy, wheresoe'er thou wanderest
Sometimes remember us, Love, fare you well.

"Lick my love pump."
- Nigel Tufnel

The best lessons are learned in public school
by me (in under 10 minutes)

Upon his seat of learning did he call me forth
Consus hunched, beard aflow
My quivering self did approach
His single eye as if Zeus afire
My body in obeissance
His touch upon my head
A stream of wisdom from his lips did issue
A rose did let slip betwixt tremulous fingers
The serpent fruit glistened upon my lips.

A remedy for my affliction best be coming.
As an ointment to his salve.

Man, you wander away from a thread for a day or two an it devolves into this...