Adams' Wrath - Act 2 - Part 3 'Temptations' by EmilyRees, literature
Literature
Adams' Wrath - Act 2 - Part 3 'Temptations'
Emily’s (Former) Apartment – 10:42 AM EST “What the fuck is going on?” Emily had walked in on her friend Ashley suspended upside down in the air, occult literature rotating around her and a person resembling Pierce Brosnan in ancient armor. “I ask you to apartment sit for a week and you make it into Spook Central?” Emily almost tore the coat closet door off from the hinge. Located among the various costumes she had left behind was a variant of her old striped hoodie dress in a slightly darker shade of blue. “I never expected to need this ever again.” She examined a pistol from the holster integrated in the center pocket. “Professor Rees, forgive the delayed introduction.” Archie waved his hands towards Emily. Emily’s waitress outfit automatically removed itself in time for the hoodie dress to pull over much like a jumper. “Now I’ve saved you the hassle of manually changing outfits. My name is ‘Architect’ or ‘Archie’ in casual conversation.” “Yeah
[TG/RC] Luck of the Not So Irish by TheSpiralledEye, literature
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[TG/RC] Luck of the Not So Irish
Commissioned by TJ This story is a sequel to All I Want For Kwanzaa and A Valentines Day Gift Alex spends St Patricks Day at an Irish pub with Trish and their old college friends and Alex struggles to find his place within the group of women. ~ March 17th After living in this strange Hallmark-esque universe for several months, Alex could almost forget he now lived in a world powered by film logic. Then something would happen to slap him in the metaphorical face and he’d be reminded of it, and irritated, all over again. Something like, for example, walking into an Irish pub on St Patrick's day and standing frozen in shock as the most stereotypical scene played out before him. The air was thick with the smell of beer and whiskey, and the sound of live, poorly played music filled every nook and cranny. The walls were adorned with shamrocks, green ribbons, and Irish flags to the point that it was probably considered inappropriate. The noise level was deafening, with people
Adams' Wrath - Act 2 - Part 2 Krampus TF/MC/ID by EmilyRees, literature
Literature
Adams' Wrath - Act 2 - Part 2 Krampus TF/MC/ID
"To Scorch the Sky"
North Pole - 10:32 AM
Seismic activity awoke Razor from the snowbank he had crashed into. Ringing in his ears and no memory of the impact left him confused. Yep, he was suffering from a concussion. "Not my first or the worst." He lifted his head up through the snow. "You good, cat chick?" Blake’s body was apparently stiff under him. "Cat chick?" Frantically, he shoved snow away from Blake’s head. She was ice cold. "Gotta get you to heat..." Though well-intentioned, Razor lifting up what he thought to be Blake snapped the girl in half.
Razor standing up suddenly cracked the Blake duplicate's legs bene
Life Stock: Prologue (FTF+MTF farm animal slow TF) by RoryRouses, literature
Literature
Life Stock: Prologue (FTF+MTF farm animal slow TF)
Jeanie took a deep breath and fidgeted, looking around the sterile room. The walls and floors were white, with no furniture except a plain wooden desk with a couple of chairs and no appliances or decor. The fluorescent light hummed overhead as she carefully breathed to steady her nerves. “Relax. You got this,” she muttered to herself, a determined expression on her face. She opened her purse and produced a pocket mirror to examine herself and ensure her makeup was in order. A quick examination showed everything in place. Her makeup was perfectly intact, bringing her unusual, pale green eyes to life amidst her soft, feminine facial features. She ensured her wavy, strawberry-blond hair was pulled adequately into a high ponytail, her bangs precisely framing her face. ‘I basically have the job-- Darren said as much,’ she told herself, referring to an old friend who made his way up into a secretive government position. Still, though, she couldn’t help but worry if she was qualified for