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Bloody Prophecies Chapter 1Spike had been busy imagining how Angelus’s intestines would look around Dru’s neck when he got a splatter of blood on his face. He licked the red liquid from the corner of his mouth as he looked at his sire. Her hand had clenched around the heart tightly, her strength causing it to burst. He raised his blue eyes to her face and frowned. Drusilla’s skin had gone even whiter than normal and her eyes were wide.
“Dru, Baby, everything alright?” he asked only to see her turn her eyes to Angelus.
“There are going to be sparkles in the heart tonight Daddy. I don’t want them; they will make the pieces one and a new player will come. He’s going to change all the rules.”
Spike stared thoughtfully at her as Angelus stroked her hair. The ancient vampire was humoring her. The poof had never had the same faith in Drusilla’s visions as Spike did. This one looked promising too. He couldn’t say he was all that fond of the current
ReminiscingShe had changed a lot since he first met her. He could still remember the little blonde bombshell he had fallen off his skateboard for.
‘Well duh, it was only a couple years ago,’ he thought in amusement.
Still, things had been so simple back then; just him, Willow, G-man, and the Buffster. Buffy hadn’t been much of a planner back then. She had used a three part strategy: Greet, stake, and leave.
She had been more interested in boys and life then the undead, unless said undead was a hunk of course. Xander still didn’t like Angel and he doubted he ever would.
Then Buffy had died, and that had changed her a little. Well to be fair death tended to change most people. She was still fun and crazy but she took the whole slayer gig a little more seriously. She was more selfish then; he felt guilty admitting it but he knew it was true. She saved the world sure, but sometimes it was in a very ‘do I have to?’ way. After all she had nearly let the world end and
Change Of Players Chapter 6It was a week later that Ciel finally decided to show up. Elizabeth had just been about to go do some training when her maid Mey-Rin found her.
“Young master Ciel is here to see you my Lady,” the red head said and Elizabeth sighed.
“Honestly, that boy has the worst timing. Show him to my sitting room, and send Edward with tea and cake.”
“Right away my lady,” Mey-Rin said and hurried away.
Elizabeth slowly made her wait to the sitting room where Ciel waited. The boy's blue eyes fixed on her as she entered and she offered him a fake smile.
“Hello Ciel, please sit. Edward will be arriving shortly with tea,” she said and then made her way to her chair.
She arranged her clothes as she sat so she could easily reach her sword if needed. It never hurt to be careful after all. When she glanced up she saw Ciel studying her sharply, and she raised an eyebrow in reply. She waited in silence; she had no plans to give Ciel help in figuring out her secr
The Transformation PolkaThe Transformation Polka
Two young women got out of a car and started walking toward a slightly run-down hotel. They were both dressed in jewel-toned knee-length dresses, and looked almost like sisters, especially with their long brown hair done up in identical up-dos.
“Seriously, Maria, what on earth possessed the student council to have prom here, of all places?” asked the slim one in the shimmering green dress.
“It was cheap, Ginny,” replied the slightly taller one in the wine-coloured dress. “We had to find an alternative to the gymnasium thanks to the repairs. Besides, there are other advantages to the location.”
“Other advantages...” Ginny looked around, and her eyes widened. “We’re right next to a freaking nudie bar, how is that an advantage?”
“It’s a topless bar,” Maria replied absently. “My uncle Leo works there, though he’s taking the night off t
A Little Help: Flannery TG (Trade)
Tyler was an avid Pokemon fan. He's favorite generation was easily the third generation. Recently, he had recently received a strange copy of Omega Ruby, the remake of the original 3rd generation game from a strange shop at the corner of town. Being the big fan he was, Tyler jumped at the chance to play the game a few months early. Tyler played through the game, many of the Pokemon he caught were grass type. He was set for a while, easily going through the game for the most part. However, Tyler hit a road bump upon arriving at Lavaridge Town, a gym battle there. In that part of the game, the gym leader trained fire type, most of his Pokemon weak to it. Tyler lost to the first trainer in the gym taking a motivational hit. He kept trying, until he realize he needed to train more. Tyler spent a good few hours leveling up his Pokemon so their weakness wouldn't have such a huge effect. For the most part, Tyler advanced in the gym much easier than before, he did lose a few battles,
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
What Dreams May Become 5 (Multiple TFs)As promised, the fifth installment of Corrie and Roman's adventures below is a compilation of TFs that you all requested. I received so many that I had to split it into two parts. I used as many suggestions as I could (that would make sense in the story). There were a few that I'm saving for future installments as well. So thanks to all who contributed, and, without further ado, the first part of Corrie's "Transform-a-thon"!
The day before college had finally arrived. I woke up before Roman, and grabbed a list that lay on my nighttable. “Things I'd like to be,” was scribbled on the top. I studied the paper, wondering which form to try first. After all these weeks with my new husband, one would think the excitement of his transforming me would have dulled by now. But in fact, it was quite the opposite. He had promised that the day before I started college, he would turn me into as many things as I wanted. I suspected this was partly to get it
Bluebell's Perilous Picnic It was a truly beautiful evening. The moon was full and seemed to fill the entire sky, illuminating my forest home as brightly as the sun. It was beautifully warm without a breath of wind, bringing a serene peace to the inhabitants of the city of Daffoville. But the air was far from still. It was filled with the sound of an orchestra performing the latest composition from Mosszart, our greatest musician. Pan pipes, harps made out of reeds, violins and cellos made out of dried leaves and countless fairy bells could all be heard.
The conductor was not only controlling the orchestra, but used his baton to direct the swirling mass of fireflies twisting and pulsating through the air above. They responded to the changes in speed and volume. When the music was soft, they swirled softly and emitted a low light. When the music was loud and energetic, the fireflies picked up the pace and shone even brighter than usual.
The annual concert of the full moon was certainly a magn
1 - White as SnowThe shrill ring of the phone caused Gina to jump in her seat. She fumbled for the receiver, almost dropping it twice, before bringing it to her ear.
“Hello, welcome to Solergeni. You’re speaking with--”
“Gina!” Rob’s voice barked down the receiver, making her jump again. “Where’s that delivery boy? The Demo’s in an hour.”
“Yes. Sorry, sir. Um. He hasn’t come yet to pick up the--”
“What? What do you mean he hasn’t picked it up yet?”
“Well, uh, I’m still wait--”
“He’s meant to be here already. I need to set up for this thing. How are we going to sell this product, if we can’t show people that it works?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Well then, do something, Gina! Fix this.”
“Yes, of cour--”
The line went dead before she could finish. Gina put the phone down for a moment, then dialed the number for the courier. He didn&
Darkest Depths: Part Three - ResurrectionFeaturing Crowe, mentioning Berach and Graínne
Early Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
The Redwater, Blackwood
The words were familiar. The voice was familiar too. The strength behind it, the authority was enough to make her want to stir, but she was so tired… Her lungs ached, and all of the rest of her was numb with cold. There was no air here.
Open your eyes, child. Your time is not done.
If she’d had any breath, she would have sighed in exasperation. Why? She was done. She was dead. Why couldn’t she just be dead? She’d killed that demon and now she could die. She’d avenged her mentor, killed that stupid Oathbreaker and now it was her time to die.
She is not dead.
Crowe’s eyes creaked open, and light stabbed through them and right i
The Locker Room - (G/T RP and Vore RP)The Locker Room - (G/T RP & Vore RP)
You wake up slowly. You have no memory of what happened , especially not how you ended up inside a giant (Look at option choice 1) It smelled strongly of sweat.
The only thing you could remember was getting sucked into a big sphere of bright light and then ending up here.
You look outside of and see your inside a giant high school locker room (Can be men's room or woman's room.).
Soon, you hear a bell ring and soon the room was full of giant creatures. They all shower get dressed and leave again. You still remain inside the article of clothing when suddenly you feel like someone is watching you. You look up and you see the giant owner of the clothes you hide in staring at you...
What clothes does the giant find you in?
A. Sock, shoe, sandal? (For foot fans)
B. Underwear, boxers? (You get the idea)
C. Other (Anything else nothing 18+)
What do you do?
B. Your lucky day!
C. Give yourself up
D. You decide
Finally, what do you want the giant to d
A Bearded SoireeSpring, Year 759 of the New Age
Silverthorne, West of the Silverstone River
Without the weight of his horns, Skarth felt light and airy. His long, spiraling antlers had dropped not but a few days ago. Normally, it made him feel naked and uncomfortable but, this year, the removal of the extra weight was much appreciated. It allowed him to think clearly, something he found he had found extraordinarily hard as of late.
The low rumble of the river breached the treeline but, having just left its refreshing waters, he did not turn. Instead he stuck to the trees, enjoying the sound of the birdsong as he walked. It had been awhile since he had had some time to himself. The end of autumn and the beginning of spring were always the busiest seasons for him. While most of the herd were beginning to see him in a different light, thanks to his advancing fire magic, the vast majority still
ParadiseLife was perfect, or at least it was as close to perfect as it could get. There would be no challenge or fun in a perfect world after all.
He lived in an immense city, one so colossal he could never get bored. The city was surrounded by forest where he could go be a wolf if he wanted to. A forest with lots of running space and animals he could hunt when he got tried of human food.
His gang was so large that he never had to look for a fight. Whenever he wanted some violence it was there. If he wanted more then just a friendly brawl he would head to the other side of the city, There he could fight with his teeth or his knife, which ever he preferred at the moment. There were few things in the world he loved more then a good fight. Feeling his muscles burn, the sweat on his back. The taste of blood on his fangs or the feel of it on his hands and blade. The beautiful dance of death and danger.
He was a danger addict; he had no problems admitting it. He lived for the adrenaline rush a
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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