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The TG community at large is... big. It's massive, it's potentially unwieldy, and it is - at its best - close knitted. It also goes largely unnoticed by dA as a whole, and is often misunderstood.

The goal of this group is to form a place where all TG artists - writers, draw-ers, viewers, whatever you may describe yourself as - can gather together and communicate. Not only do we seek to showcase the arts and promote those still new to our community, we hope to provide a public forum where all members of this community can meet with ease.

We may have our differences, but - as this group epitomizes - we also all have something in common - we're all here to see some good TG. :)
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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 and I’m Veronica.” Emily flipped Ashley back into an upwards position. “We’re going to have a serious talk about avoiding Ray’s Occult Books if I make it back.” “Emily, now isn’t the time for pop culture references!” Ashley spun quickly enough that she pulled off a sincere spinning-bird kick against her supposed best friend. Emily slid to the floor against a wall. “Archie sealed Black Adam originally and he’s the only other being trying to stop the hypersonic freight train wrecking your town.” Ashley levitated an ancient tome into Emily’s lap. “We need you to decipher the proto-Greek texts since they’re a derivative of octopus runes. Archie’s not exactly fluent in those.” “Indeed, there are many mysteries still locked behind the ancient shapeshifter writings. If I had more time, I’d be able to translate them more accurately.” Archie resumed his lesson on banishments for Ashley. “Read the section when you make sense of it, Professor Rees. Just understand that every second you delay is closer to oblivion.” Emily found herself in the same position as many students caught ill-prepared in alternate language classes when the teacher springs a pop quiz. She cut the banter because Archie’s words rang far truer than she wanted to admit. Reading the words conventionally was pointless, yet there was still an order to the symbols. Taking a shot in the dark, Emily entered into a meditative state for clarity. She spoke in a distant and almost robotic tone. “The works of man will pale in comparison to the might of the Adams and Lilith’s descendant. The skies will darken, seas will thrash and the darkness in men’s souls shall reign. Only those who have defied death will have any chance against her judgment.” “Lilith?” Ashley thought over the theological implications as she flipped ahead in the spell book. An illustration resembling the exile from the Garden of Eden depicted an example of the spell. Separate from the first couple was a monstrous woman marked ‘Lilith’. “I thought she was just a myth in some interpretations of Abrahamic religions.” Archie turned the book back to the section they were studying. “Lilith possessed abilities great enough for early hum within the city of Sodom to mistake her for a lesser goddess. I’m unsure if she begat Lamashtu or if the altered form was shapeshifting.” Archie’s words formed moving hieroglyphics for Ashley to observe. “One of her descendants sought strife between the shapeshifters of that time in an attempt to be reunited with her lover ‘Oz’. A consequence of this effort was creating her champion: Black Adam. His wrath eradicated the Egyptian deities and almost collapsed the nation.” Emily felt a splitting headache when she regained control. It felt as though someone had manipulated her jaw and repeatedly zapped her brain during the reading. “Did I read that correctly? ‘Man’ and ‘Adams’ should have been indistinguishable in this language.” “You read it correctly, Professor Rees. Salem’s most loyal assets are Adam’s that, like the original Adam to Lilith, are subjects to her will. What eludes me is how literal the ‘defied death’ statement is. Do you know anyone who has come back from the dead?” Emily nervously snickered at Archie’s question. “Please don’t tell me that resurrection is a lost art.” “I know a lot of people who technically died briefly back in 2019, Archie.” Emily ran through a mental list of participants in the Battle of New Haven. “The problem is that most of them are nowhere near here at the moment. If we’re talking about coming back from the dead beyond the original body, I know two people who fit the bill. There’s my older daughter Claire who died because of me and then there’s the deceased woman I brought back to life as Sakura Shinguji earlier this year.” “Are Claire and Sakura nearby?” Archie placed a hand on Emily’s shoulder. Instantly, he absorbed Emily’s perspective on Claire’s sponsor-demanded exile. “I’m sorry to hear that your relations are so strained. Ms. Shinguji’s qualifications fit the spell I’ve been considering.” Archie’s projected hieroglyphics now resembled Japanese tapestry art. “If I can enchant her blade and she replicates the technique she used in Tokyo, we might be able to banish Black Adam entirely.” A drawing of Sakura stood opposed to a demonic depiction of Black Adam behind layers of darkness. “Cracking through his enchantment barriers will be another matter entirely.” “I saw that there is a massive barrier over New Haven now.” Emily scratched her chin. “Would that construct contain Black Adam’s frequency or are the barriers likely unique?” “That I’m not sure of.” Archie cast away the tapestry as he stacked multiple spell books in Emily and Ashley’s hands. “What I am sure of is that we must change venues. Put down the books on my command.” He opened a third eye that focused on the depiction of the Ambassador Theater lobby from Emily’s memories. An impulsive visit to the theater after a recent fundraiser gala meant that the memory was recent enough to draw live connections to. Reality sliced open just enough for the trio to pass into the current lobby. “Now put the items down.” Archie’s spellbooks came to rest on the theater’s receptionist desk.Inside the Ambassador Theater - 10:54 AM Dwayne hung up a cellphone that he handed back to a Secret Service agent. After going through a cartoon hole, Dwanye wasn’t questioning the strange man who teleported Emily in. “At 10:51 AM local time, we fired an airborne nuclear weapon at Black Adam. The target remains in a weakened state. A naval bombardment on the barrier had no effect and let Woodpecker show you the extent of known LoRI assets.” The Secret Service agent presented Melanie Woods sleeping on a couch meant for the cast during breaks. “If you’ve got something to say that unfucks our situation, I’m all ears.” “Dwayne, this is Archie and…” Emily audibly gulped because there was no easy way to phrase this. “he’s a wizard who imprisoned Black Adam and Salem in the past. We might have a plan to defeat Black Adam for good. Where is Sakura? She’s the Japanese woman in the pink kimono.” “She’s on the stage, Emily. However, there’s something you need to hear first.” Dwayne whistled for Grace Brown to enter. “Grace, tell them what you saw.” The bank teller walked into the room sporting draconic features. Woodpecker tackled Emily when he saw her go for something concealed. “We’ve granted her and her employer whistleblower protection.” Woodpecker kicked away Emily’s gun towards Dwayne. “Start whenever you’re ready.” “A masked man accompanied by four animatronics attacked the Federal Reserve Bank of New York this morning. Members of the LoRI responded and attempted to stop the heist. One of them carried me out from exposure to gas that would have otherwise killed me.” Grace bowed her head towards Emily. “We share a mutual enemy, Professor Rees. My employer’s investigation found you innocent from involvement in a recent massacre of dragons.” “Did your employer call the hit on my family two years ago or have I accelerated that creep’s trip to the reptile house downstairs?” Emily snarled knowing that she couldn’t touch this dragon even if there was a direct connection. “Everything I’ve done has been defensively or on orders from others.” “You truly don’t know, do you?” Grace ran her forked tongue over her lips. “The dragon you speak of is long dead and his successor, Adamos, died at one of your relatives’ hands. More than one thousand dragons have died this year, Professor Rees.” Grace paced around, her arms wrapped around her body. “That includes many at the hands of my saviors. I would be making this offer to the LoRI if they were present and hadn’t flown off attached to a flying reindeer.” “A flying reindeer? Dwayne, why did you humor this obvious lie?” Emily scoffed even thought she had experienced a Christmas adventure in 2015 that confirmed Santa was real. “You’re going through the shock everyone does when they first encounter magic. It doesn’t make every absurd notion instantly true.” “Ms. Brown’s timetable of classified events line up with knowledge only known to the participants, the LoRI and the President. NORAD did track two high speed objects heading up North earlier today.” Woodpecker pushed harder on Emily’s back. “A flying reindeer sounds less absurd than a shapeshifting octopus that turns people into video game characters, doesn’t it?” “I haven’t been entirely truthful, Professor Rees.” Dwayne gave a signal for Woodpecker to release Emily. “During your trip to Japan, there was a massive domestic incident in Detroit. My orders were to keep you out of the loop upon your return because of the tense Congressional pressure at the time. We didn’t want you to know the sensitive information.” “What sensitive information?” Emily felt a shiver down her spine. Had her Japan trip all been a ruse? “I was handling business for my dad.” “The dragons have been amassing artifacts of great power in preparation for a massive offense against your family.” Grace replied. “A woman possessing future knowledge promised unquestioned dragon dominance again if we gave over our treasures. Claire Rees killed her on May 1st, 2021.” Emily looked away in disbelief. “My employer comes from an older bloodline that prioritizes honor over glory. My offer is that you visit him for a meeting. I make no promises because the outcome depends on your actions.” In all of the commotion, Ashley had taken the liberty of finding Sakura on her own. The two girls re-entered on the line about Claire having killed someone. Sakura tensed her fingers in unspoken anger. Attempting to exonerate Claire would further amplify the disharmony stewing in the theater. “Excuse me.” Sakura spoke up. “It’s nice to see you again, Emily.” Pleasantries defused the room somewhat; creating fanciful flowers within a turbulent storm. “It will take some practice for me to get that banishing technique down. Take the meeting in the meantime, Emily.” “Sakura is right.” Theresa Rees, Matriarch of the Rees Clan, descended from the theater manager’s office. She was now sporting an adapted version of her old OSS field operations outfit that blurred French Resistance and paratrooper into a bold look. “We’re under attack and must exercise any and all options for a tactical advantage. Dwayne is keeping Cheyenne from scrambling the Doomsday options too early, my girls are on maximum combat readiness and young Sakura needs to train. There’s no special treatment, even for my flesh and blood, in war or minutes to show time.” Theresa drank liquor straight from a bottle. “We’d be idiots to not take this chance for amicable terms, Emily. The existence of your daughters is proof that some peace is inevitable for a few years.” “What if it is a trap, Grandma?” Emily curtseyed for her grandmother. “You weren’t here in 2019.” “You weren’t here in the last few months renovating the theater to address the ‘brave new world’ you ushered in. If I had known your job was in jeopardy, you could have just told me! Yale is walking distance from our compound!” Theresa shoved Emily’s gun into one of her outfit’s pockets. “A woman my age understands that she’s on the other end of the spotlight more often than not. What I will not let you do is run off into the shadows during a performance, Emily. You sold the American people and the world the notion that you’re an unstoppable force. The hope that will see us through tomorrow hinges on you acting on that promise.” "Alert: Obstruction remaining on roof." 2B's pod interjected. "Recommendation: Professor Rees takes the automated helicopter to the appointment. That saves her time and clears 2B's launch silo." "Ok, I'll go." Emily headed towards the clearly marked roof access ladder. She found that the LoRI-2 was performing pre-flight routines on its own. As she approached the helicopter, the side door opened automatically. "Ace, if you're flying this helicopter remotely, I need to ask for the coordinates." Chikai's hologram appearing in the pilot's seat took Emily by surprise. "Gah! I didn't expect full automation." "Welcome to Air Chikai, Professor Rees. Pod transferred the landing coordinates for a penthouse on the [East Side]." Chikai brought the helicopter into a hover. "No response from the FAA. Please wait a moment." Dwayne approached the helicopter from the ladder. He placed a phone call and gave a thumbs up to the LoRI-2. "Presidential override granted." The helicopter ascended to the elevation reserved for military helicopter transport. "ETA is five minutes."'Terminal Reality' - Time Nonexistent DM awoke in an amalgamated airport terminal that blended elements of JFK, O'Hare, LAX with a hospital wing and a cathedral. A board of departing trips cycled through names rather than actual locations. One side of the terminal faced an idealic landscape while the other faced a flaming hellscape version of an amusement park. He took a map from a kiosk inelegantly marked 'So... You're Dead. Now What?'. "I need to find the 'medical uncertainty' ward." The terminal distorted to fit the specified request. Before DM was a grand hall sorted between 'lowest risk' to 'highest risk' with the 'touch and goes' on a luggage carousel in the center. Kenny Omega spotted DM immediately and floated over to him. "They must have put me on some powerful pain meds if this is what I'm dreaming. I was hoping to dream of an Undertale AU during the surgery, but there’s not much choice in dreams, is there?" Kenny sensed something was amiss. "This isn't a dream, is it?" "It's purgatory, Kenny. You're able to move around because you're voluntarily undergoing surgery. The same can't be said about Ana." DM walked up to the luggage carousel when Ana’s bed rotated into view. Half of her head was blown open in a gruesome display. "Kenny, she's going to enter shock momentarily. Whatever happens, I need you to be good cop." Kenny braced for the worst at Ana’s side. "Ana, we see you." DM grabbed Ana’s hands from the resting position. "Where am I?" Ana screamed frantically. DM held her hands to keep her from instinctively feeling her wound. "Ruby! Where's Ruby?" "You've been put into deep slumber for emergency surgery, Ana. Weiss told me what she saw, but I need to know what happened in the museum." DM kept his tone understated. "I'm working on helping Ruby and the others." "A hedgehog shot me. I had to draw attention away from Ruby." Ana tilted towards Kenny. "Did they attack you, too?" "Overdue surgeries after my title reign." Kenny tried to spin it into a positive. "I'm going to be under for a few hours. Is there anything you need?" "A mirror would be nice." Ana’s request summoned a hand mirror into Kenny's hand. "Let me see the damage, please." Kenny reluctantly let Ana see the reflection. "Not like I could look much worse at my age." She stood up from the bed; damaged parts of her head levitated around her. "Now let me ask you what you know about the shooter, DM." "His name is Adam Blazer and he's ex-LoRI. Following his fanatical betrayal, we exiled him.” DM led Ana towards a barren part of the facility. “When that didn't work and he returned commanding reptilians, we spaced him. He got into death cults and that appears to be how he crawled back from certain death." "Death cults?" Ana pondered the notion. "That would explain why he wanted the ancient Adonis. Is that the vessel 'whatever his name is' took this time?" DM refrained from saying ‘Emeros’ because naming him would only make the situation worse. "The Adonis you speak of; what did he look like?" "Dwayne Johnson." Ana quickly replied. “The outfit he was displayed in left little to the imagination.” "That explains Black Adam’s appearance.” Kenny floated between Ana and DM. "Woah! Hold on a minute. Black Adam is a comic book character. How are we..." Ripley Rees plummeting from the sky onto a hospital bed stopped Kenny's objection. "Woah, is that Ripley?” The girl tossed violently in her bed despite missing a leg and having multiple deep lacerations that oozed blood and plasma. Kenny rested his hands on her to attempt what DM had done moments prior. “Ripley, we see you.” Ripley’s eyes moved around the unfamiliar room. Her hands gravitated towards the wounds on her chest. “I shouldn’t be here.” In a panic, she flung herself out of the bed. Kenny narrowly caught her in time. “I… I… tried to force my leg back into existence or make wings. Neither effort worked.” DM and Ana approached the shaken shapeshifter. “Where are we?” “It’s Purgatory, apparently.” Ana did her best to obscure her damaged face from Ripley. “Do you recall who or what injured you?” “Black Adam clipped my tail surfaces over New Haven. I survived the fall and recall ending up on a golf cart along with sis, Rikka and a few kids.” DM placed his right hand on Ripley’s head. "The good news is that you're still alive if you’re here. Rikka learned from the best field surgeon who ever lived.” Sutures formed over a few of Ripley’s gashes in real-time. “She probably has you on a pool table in a bar or on a kitchen table right now.” “What’s the bad news, Mark?” Ripley coughed up a murky mix of surface blood and plasma. “Where were you prior to coming here?” “I’m currently in hiding because an entity called ‘Salem’ has seized control of the North Pole. The LoRI is scattered and Team RWBY is likely incapacitated. She’s using Black Adam for attempted decapitation strikes ahead of a Grimm invasion through Canada.” Kenny’s ears perked up. “If Canada is in trouble, I need to leave here now!” “Someone will wake you up shortly, Kenny. When they do, tell them to check signals from the far out listening stations. I’m intending to stop that Grimm invasion force at all costs.” Ripley’s body convulsed; electrical priming noises played through the PA system. “Is that Rikka using a defib unit on me?” Ethereal screams of ‘CLEAR’ supported that assumption. “Anything you need me to tell her?” “River protocol.” DM watched Ripley ascend back to a representation of the mortal coil. Once Ripley vanished, he reassured Kenny and Ana. “If someone goes up without wings, that means they’re waking up. Someone going up with wings is no longer bound to life.” Speaking of angels, a number of them began to erect tents marked ‘NH ongoing event’ within the ward. “Keep what I’ve told you two on a need-to-know basis. The staff here doesn’t like it when guests use ‘god mode’ access too much.” He dipped out from the room because the angels were starting to check people’s toe tags.Entertainment Room [Rees Compound] – 11:03 AM “She’s waking up.” Rikka handed the defibrillator paddles off to Riela for discharging. Ripley was splayed out on a pool table contained within one of the game rooms because the voltage capacity was higher for that room than the actual medical bay. “Ripley? Ripley? Can you hear us?” Rikka shined a pen light over Ripley’s eyes. “I did what I could to stop the hemorrhaging. That should last until we get you offsite.” “River… protocol.” Ripley mumbled weakly to Rikka. “Salem.” Rikka froze in place after the words left Ripley’s mouth. Even though she hadn’t been present for Adam Blazer’s betrayal, she knew the protocol all too well. Whenever Lethe would become uncontrollable, priority one became neutralizing the threat a possessed Blazer posed. DM or the others using Ripley for remote communication hinted at a much larger threat. “Who or what is Salem?” Lacey peered into the room. “Lacey, go back to the show Riela setup for you.” “Salem is the name that the bad man said on the news.” Lacey ducked under Riela’s attempt to hold her back. “All the TV stations are showing the coverage.” That meant Nickelodeon dropped distracting kids in favor of showing incursion coverage. “Is big sis Ripley going to be ok?” Ripley, against Rikka’s resistance, lifted slightly from the pool table. “Ripley!” “Lacey, do what you’re told. It’s going to be ok…” Ripley slumped back down onto the pool table. Muscle relaxants and whatever substance was in the drip made it hard for her to move. “It’s all going to be ok.” Her false positivity was enough for Riela to lead Lacey away from her. Ripley’s eyes drifted closed from the sedatives Rikka injected into her arm. Sylvia Rees waited outside the room where Scott watched Ripley’s crash and the attack on the limo in a loop. “Damn networks are trying to traumatize another generation.” She fired a volley of bullets into the television from her trusty MAC-10 machine pistol. “I wanted an excuse for an OLED screen, anyway.” “Ms. Rees, what are you doing?” Riela let Lacey hide behind her while Sylvia blew away the smoke from the gun. “There’s a kid in that room.” “It’s called exposure therapy. That boy has been through enough and needs to not have learned helplessness imposed on him.” Sylvia bent down to reach Lacey’s level. “Remember how scared you were the first time the girls took you down to the range? Now you won’t flinch at hearing an automatic weapon drill from start to finish.” Lacey buried her head in Riela’s skirt. “Ok, I can take a hint.” “They’re just kids, Ms. Rees. I only put them in that room because Rikka needed to perform emergency surgery on Ripley.” Riela soon felt a second set of hands touching her for support. “She’s going to be ok.” “Those kids aren’t ever going to be safe in an active warzone.” Sylvia turned her back to Riela. “I don’t know how the biometric system let you in, but that’s a question for a later time.” She slid open a concealed number pad on a wall, input a sequence and a portrait of Theresa Rees lifted up down the hall. “The safest place for them would be the bunker. Send them down the slide and meet me on the porch. I hope your outfit is indicative of some real combat experience.” Riela did as instructed, waving the kids down into the bunker and sending down some of Ripley’s diversionary amusements using a secondary access slot. She made sure that Sylvia didn’t see the latter because grandma was already suspicious enough of Riela’s identity. Acting the part of someone who got swept into the chaos was the safer choice… at least until Sylvia trusted her enough to show her the armory. Sylvia stood on the porch readying an M14 derivative rifle that sported ‘furniture’ [Translation: Wooden stock]. Riela stood at attention in the doorway. “What was it you needed, Ms. Rees?” Sylvia handed the rifle to her. An inspection of the weapon revealed two obvious flaws. “You put a 30-06 mag in when this is chambered for NATO rounds and the sights aren’t centered.” “Good, you passed the first test.” Sylvia swapped the incorrect mag for the proper one and pocketed the 30-06 rounds. “Calibrate the sights on your own if you want any other ammo.” She critically watched Riela manually adjust the sights using a stop sign across the street for reference. Satisfied, Slyvia placed four additional mags into Riela’s ammo pouch. “The auto-cannons should pick off most targets and I’ll be handling the ‘high ground’. What I need you to do is enforce Castle Doctrine on the ground level. You know what that means, right?” “Hippity hoppity, get off my property.” Riela demonstrated that she could cycle between the weapon’s firing modes. Looking down the scope, she remembered what had happened the last time she was left defending the Rees Compound. Out of the corner of her view was the most distressing reminder: the marker over her grave. “I’ll cover the porch, Ms. Rees.” Sylvia had already left Riela all alone. Everything went silent around Riela, which left her memories open to fill the void. She heard ceaseless gunfire, smelled gunpowder, sulfur and death, and stared at the acute awareness of where she died. “Ms. Rees? Anyone?” A cold sweat dripped down Riela’s face onto the weapon in her hands. Screams in the distance distorted to sound like Lacey, Ripley and Sakura’s voice blurred together. Cars colliding several blocks away sparked a fire that burned much like a dragon’s flame. The distorted voice cried that ‘she was sorry for being too weak’. “No, it can’t be happening again!” Riela dropped the weapon in a daze; her hands covering her face. “Please don’t be dead. Don’t be dead.” When she looked again, all she could see was how things had gone in 2019. Some melted snow appeared as frozen plasma residue to her. “I couldn’t save you.” Riela dropped onto her knees in tears. “They’re all dead.” Riela saw ghostly images of Ripley, Medusa, Bayonetta and Maxis surrounding her. No matter where she looked, she saw someone she had gotten killed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The imagined spirits remained completely silent. “What do you want from me? Do you want me to join you?” The spirits ascended into an increasingly out-of-reach sky while Riela descended into a flaming abyss. Claire’s breakdown forced an emergency defensive protocol within her psyche. If she had been acting the part of Riela until now, the real deal took over for her sake. She was a soldier who had orders to fulfill. There would be time to mourn the fallen, real or imagined, later. Riela retrieved her weapon from the ground and resumed sentry duty. Back in the Terminal DM lit a cigarette in the hallway that led to 'voluntary departures'. At the end of the hallway was a drop off into a flaming pit. Groups of sleepwalking humans enthusiastically jumped in because they saw it in whatever form they deeply desired. Only someone who has experienced death enough sees the horror that exists through the lie. Screams that bled into a sirens' chorus beckoned DM. When he jumped, the controllers of the voices let out their own screams. "HI! Welcome to our village!" Isabelle greeted DM near a blood fountain in the center of a small village existing within Hell. "We have quite an impressive bug collection in the museum!" Cacodemons flying overhead prompted the anthropomorphic dog girl to fire a plasma rifle at the intruding demons. "Sorry, old habits die hard." Empty shotgun shells dropping to the floor made her heart flutter. "Mayor! We have a special guest!" The Slayer tossed the spine from a Baron of Hell into the designated 'dump' area. He remained silent after approaching DM and Isabelle. DM sensed the unceasing anger from The Slayer and kept his words brief. "A woman named Salem intends to undo your works on Earth. I need to see the 'Bad Man' to reduce her chances of success. The Slayer aimed his super shotgun towards a decaying skyscraper in the center of a rotten skyline. "Thanks.” DM trekked into the wastelands of Hell heading towards ‘Bad Man’s’ penthouse, yet the perspective never seemed to change from how it appeared in the village. Not much later, he bumped into a matte painting blocking the path. “You’ve lost your touch, Lou.” DM ran a finger down the painting in a slicing motion. Sitting behind the façade was a desk and a girthy male compositing the worst of later Orson Welles and King Henry VIII poured into a grey sharkskin suit made from the actual namesake. The man dumped the ashes from his cigar into an empty Big Gulp cup. “I don’t have an appointment. Is that a problem?” “Mark Satter, what an expected surprise.” He held out the cup for DM to drop his spent cigarette into. A bank of TV screens nearly surrounding the two men activated. “I told you that you’d come crawling back.” ‘Lou’ pulled out a document from his desk. “In fact, I prepared a contract for an arrangement.” DM flicked a speck of anti-matter on the contract that annihilated it in Lou’s hands. “Ok, we can do the old ‘verbal agreement’ deal. I’d need to get a neutral witness for the proceedings.” He pressed a button on his corded telephone. “Sharon, I’ll need some non-denominational souls here on the double.” No one replied from the other end. “She’s on break.” “I’m not here to make a deal, Lou.” DM kicked a prism out of alignment to reveal the ‘wall of TVs’ to be simply a cheap projector reflected in crystal. “That anti-matter bomb did a number on your operation and The Slayer is keeping you from expanding beyond a crappy carnival and a strip mall office. You know that anyone who bested you is able to see you how you truly are.” “If we’re going to fling insults around, you’re not looking too great yourself.” Lou relied on a positioned mirror to see behind DM. “Didn’t you have nine tails the last time we met?” A smile appeared on Lou’s face. “I’d say that the time loop left you nearly a third of the man you once were. It’s almost funny how you did all of those loops just for Emeros to be summoned once again. You already know that the CIA’s remote cosmic viewers copied your anti-matter isotope years ago for the bomb you mentioned. They’ll cast you aside at the first sign of weakness. The futility of it all is quite insane, wouldn’t you say?” “You were cursed to have partial omnipotence when you were expelled from Heaven, Lou. You know all that has happened and most of what is currently happening, but never what will happen.” DM flipped a coin. “Call it in the air.” “Heads.” Lou held up his fingers to influence the coin. It landed tails side up on his desk. “What’s to say you didn’t rig the coin? I figured calling ‘tails’ around you would be too obvious. Should I pull out roulette for your next demonstration?” “Salem intends to invade your domain, Lou. She’s having the elves use all possible ‘parallel offense’ tactics to split any retaliatory response. The Grimm invasion through Canada will divert attention from Salem gaining the ability to send a Grimm strike ground anywhere through the Hell Expressway.” DM crossed his arms. “Search my history and you’ll know that my source is credible.” Lou went silent for a few minutes. Everything DM had said was consistent with reported ‘predictions’ made using the Artifact of Omnipotence. It was peculiar for Lou to be given beneficial information up front because his deals often relied on giving his end from the start. “This is the owed favor you mentioned to Weiss, isn’t it?” DM nodded. “You have me in a strange position, Mark. You’ve already given me something I can’t obtain and I have no idea what you want in exchange. Put another way, you’ve got me by the balls.” “That was the plan, Lou.” DM paced around the devil. “Seeing how we’re both busy, I’ll cut to the chase.” He stopped at his original position. “I need an audience with Lethe.” “She exists in the Underworld, Mark. You took the fast lane to Hell.” “I’m dying, Lou.” DM lifted up his shirt for Lou to see the extent of the decay. “I know that you can’t bring a lich back to life and I didn’t even bother asking. I also know that the current religion schism has made you sublet Hell to some Pagan belief constructs.” A number of ‘VISIT THE SCENIC UNDERWORLD’ promotional posters were plastered in Purgatory. “Lethe might also be going by Meng Po now, depending on who is asking.” “Pop Theism has been a thorn in my side, Mark. I figured the upside of Professor Rees outing shapeshifting and the whole ‘alien disclosure’ would have resulted in increased cults centered on me. Thanks again for wrecking that Emeros cult ceremony in Paris. Those dragon bastards are helping to keep the furnaces burning between crypto rug pulls, if you know what I mean.” “Let me put it this way, Lou.” DM let his left arm fall apart into its more dissociated state. “The longer you take to tell me what I need to know, the closer we get to irreversible anti-matter decay. Post-apocalyptic ‘wonder weapon’ projects aren’t exactly known for prioritizing stability over killing potential. No one, not even you, knows the exact moment it will break down.” He flipped the coin again. “Like your odds, Lou?” “You head down the hallway and take the escalator down to the Mall of Old Gods. The signage is impossible to miss from there.” Lou cast an incantation over DM. “Time will have only advanced by a second within my domain, Mark. The same can’t be said about spending time with fallen friends in Valhella. Don’t make me regret this courtesy, Mark.” “If I live through this, you’ll have plenty of fuel for your furnaces.” DM started down the hallway. “If not, you’ll be too busy to care.”‘East Side Penthouse’ [Manhattan] – 11:09 AM Emily sat in a room styled like a doctor’s waiting room that provided a breathtaking view of Central Park and the West Side. She could see the Columbia campus easily and almost made out the location of her former apartment building. It was best not to draw too much attention to her domain because of the ‘dragon goons holding auto-shotguns’ and the mounted giant octopus on the wall. “Grace told me that I had an appointment.” Emily started until the goons pointed their guns towards her. A selection of slightly outdated magazines on the coffee table provided a slight distraction from the antisocial bodyguards. “The boss will see you now, octopunk.” One of the guards inelegantly carried Emily into an office located towards the core of the building. There were no windows in the room and the climate control systems were localized for security. A large executive chair was turned back to the door and a single chair. “Boss. Your ‘charity’ appointment has arrived.” The guard placed Emily in the chair, dashed out and began a complicated external locking procedure to isolate the office. “You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to get a ‘Dragon Internal Enforcement’ agent to not kill an octopus on sight, Professor Rees.” An older man spoke from the executive chair. “It almost goes without saying that Grace must retain her position and can’t be unmasked under any circumstances.” “Dwayne gave you and Grace whistleblower immunity already.” Emily searched the room for any hint of the dragon’s name. “I don’t know what to call you.” “That’s by design, Professor Rees. Aren’t we casual using the President’s first name?” The older man continued. “In the old times, knowledge of a dragon’s true name was power over them. Over time humans mistook that for the nature of demons or, as you’ve reframed them, aliens.” “The CIA made the decision to call them aliens because my outing of shapeshifting already rocked the boat enough. Vatican III processing alien life was a lesser evil than Plato’s cave exposure for the larger populace.” Emily kept her justifications within the talking points that had been ground into her. “I won’t ask your name because I know this is clearly your turf.” “Grace told me that you had no idea about your elder daughter’s bloody crusade a few months back. Now I’ve had a chance to confirm it for myself.” The chair slowly turned on a swivel. Seated in the chair was an earth dragon, the size of an average human male, sporting silver scales and glowing blue voids for eyes. “My role is one of finance and planning, Emily. You set the precedent to use first names in this chat, did you not?” “It’s still slightly jarring to have people call me ‘professor’, if I’m being honest.” Emily noticed that the climate controlled systems ran tubes up to the dragon’s chair. “I take it that you have some type of hardwired anti-tamper system in you.” “Contingency liability is what my predecessors called it.” The dragon activated heating elements in the chair. “Dragons are expected to forge paths to glory at the expense of their bodies and minds. If the son of a prolific East Coast shipping mogul chooses stability over action, his peers find a way to leave scars. Enough of the ambitious dragons have died that, by virtue of surviving, I am the head of the New York City dragon clans. You understand how that makes me a powerful man, yet I am far from the preferred projection of power.” “Grace said that we share a common enemy. I’m all for a ceasefire if it means that I don’t need to constantly check over my shoulder or second-guess any new person I meet.” “We had discussions that centered on outing dragons to scare the general public back into open subjugation following your little stunt in early 2019. I voiced discontent because such conflict would be bad for business. Unfortunately, I lost a son in the process.” A previously blank picture frame showed a proud, if not slightly gaudy, dragon in mercenary attire and a name pin that read ‘Ka$h’. “He was the captain tasked to assist ER-X escape from your old academy, Emily. Someone convinced him that killing both Rees daughters would accelerate him to a regional leadership position.” “This photo…” Emily recognized the ruins in the background. “When you say both, do you mean that your son killed my sister Alice?” The dragon’s silence said all she needed to hear. “Our last conversation was a massive fight. I blamed myself for years.” “The synchronicities don’t just stop at that, Emily.” The dragon cycled the photo to one of him in younger days alongside a female dragon and two very young sons. “My wife died shortly after the birth of my second son in the 90’s. Ka$h drifted away thinking that his brother killed her. From my understanding, that’s the dilemma you’re dreading, isn’t it?” “Tell me how you know so much about my kids.” Emily mumbled. “We didn’t even have that written down in the physical records at the compound.” “I see the possibilities for people and emotionally-charged objects.” The dragon pulled a bag containing two vials marked ‘C.R and R.R’ respectively. “Getting Ripley’s plasma was just a matter of phone calls while Claire’s blood was decidedly much more difficult to acquire. Before you object, these samples cleared them in the investigation.” “I keep hearing about these events that I was completely unaware of.” Emily eyed the vials. “Give me the abridged version, please.” “Summarizing dragon and octopi relations quickly?” The dragon cleared his throat. “It’s the early 20th Century and, for the most part, dragons think octos are extinct until a giant octopus starts sinking ‘Dragon Line’ ships all over the East Coast. My ancestors put out a hit on the octopus, yet a consequence is that one of the octopus’s offspring adapts a humanoid form to survive. That humanoid octopus goes off to old Hollywood, stars in a bunch of movies only film school attendees know of and then goes into OSS during WWII. Dragons and octopi have a ceasefire then because, you know, the fucking Germans trying to unleash ancient dragon and octopi weapon on the World. She settles down when helping to found the CIA because she happens upon an octo-gene carrier within the human population. Flash forward to her daughter doing wet work for the CIA in the 60’s and 70’s until a mixture of factors leave her ‘burned’ in the middle of Tehran in 1979. If you don’t already know it, Bush and most of the former Presidents are dragons. She goes on a vision quest working as an asset in MI6’s ‘rogue cell’ stationed in India. A young business man licking his wounds after a failed computer company buyout did some hard drugs to find out he was actually an octopus. The burned CIA agent and the business man got together after Bush Sr. extended a repatriation deal.” “Now here’s where you come in, Emily. It’s the early 90’s and the CIA agent has twins, BUT one comes out humanoid and the other in a tank. A condition of the plea deal is that the larger dragon community gets one of the daughters to experiment on. Considering you came out an outright octopus, that bypassed any ethical restraints. They cloned you, performed every damn experiment they could think of and made you a sleeper agent asset. You know the rest, but what you don’t know is the fallout from those experiments they performed.” The dragon’s eyes cycled to a shade of orange. “Those dreams and vivid fantasies you had were becoming real beyond contemporary scope.” Emily tilted her head in confusion. “What does that even mean?” “CIA remote viewers in the 70’s observed anthropomorphic creatures matching contemporary descriptions of the LoRI using anti-Carbon techniques. DARPA adapted those findings into the core for the American Anti-Matter program. That all lines up chronologically EXCEPT that the LoRI didn’t exist until you created them in your head in 2004. Then, after your teachers discouraged your novel, Rikka appeared in our reality in 2008. An old dragon myth warned that octopi were able to bend reality to their whim, yet seeing it actually happen scared our leadership. They want a war and look what it has brought them! Thousands dead in Europe! Most of the East Coast clans eradicated! You are the very monster they thought that they killed a century ago, Emily.” “So what if I am a monster?” Emily stood up from the chair. “I never asked to have the “Snow Queen” be my ‘switch’ to send me on an unstoppable rampage. If I truly willed my future kids into visiting me, I must have done a bad job if one hates me and the other one is in trouble.” Her indignity melted into sorrow. Every moment she spent in here was another moment where Ripley might be dying or worse. “I told everyone that I’d humor this meeting. You got your ceasefire if I’m allowed to leave peacefully.” “Claire doesn’t hate you, Emily. She’s a victim of trauma-based mind control just like her mother was. The ‘false prophet’ claimed that what she had planted in Claire was so deep that not even a new body could undo the conditioning. You’re lucky that Claire was strong enough to break through the conditioning and only wanted distance to rediscover her own identity. When she’s in her right mind, she’s spared more dragons than killed. You’ll be a wonderful mother in time.” “You can give me parenting advice in a Christmas card if we stop the whole ‘New Haven under attack’ thing.” Emily approached the dragon. “The LoRI is MIA apart from Grace’s hunch that they might be at the North Pole, I’ve heard nothing from the Overwatch team and even Team RWBY missed the parade start time. You already know that I was absent for the majority of the Battle of New Haven in 2019 and that Ripley was the one who took down the weather manipulator vehicle. We have a maximum five or six known chess pieces on a board obscured in fog of war. That’s the situation we are in.” “Sakura, Erica and the New York Combat Revue make up seven of your pieces, Emily. It’s hard to miss the mecha parked outside of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Assuming you’re the eighth piece, I’ll give you a ninth one.” One of his goons entered the room through a hidden passageway in the wall. “Sharkface, it’s time. Go tell Mitchell that he has a guest.” The goon departed quickly through the passageway he entered. “I hope that Mitchell is a game changer.” Emily took the open passage as her invitation to travel deeper in the penthouse. “What do I call you in reference when I meet Mitchell?” “Dad works because he’s my surviving son. I need to make some phone calls while you two get acquainted.” The dragon shooed Emily through the passageway. Once the wall sealed again, the dragon discarded the illusion of frailty. He stood up from the chair and started to scroll through contacts on a cellphone in a red case. A mass text solely consisted of an octopus emoji. Notification overload triggered seconds later. TO BE CONTINUED->Next Time: I know you’re broken down by anger and sadness. You feel you were left in a world that’s full of madness. Wish I could talk to you, if only for a moment. Make you understand the reason why I did it. I was nowhere. I had no one. I felt nothing. Lost without a voice on my own.Fates will collide in the next part: “Silence” [Translation: Neopolitan TF next time]...
[TG/RC] Luck of the Not So IrishCommissioned by TJThis 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 17thAfter 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 shouting over one another to be heard. The band on stage played fiddles and drums, and the crowd clapped and sang along, the lyrics slurring together in their excitement. The bartenders were in a frenzy, trying to keep up with the demand for drinks. Pints of Guinness, shots of Jameson, and glasses of green beer flew over the bar, and the customers cheered each time a fresh round was delivered. It was insanity incarnate. The smell of alcohol was nose on his nose and Alex felt his face twist into a grimace as he placed a hand atop his small belly. Keeping the baby still weighed heavily on his mind. After the honeymoon period of excitement came and went he was starting to almost second guess the choice. His belly was visible now, small enough to be deniable or hidden with the right outfit, but for him it already felt like a massive new weight. From across the room a voice cried out and he spotted Trish sitting with a group of other women their age. He twisted the grimace into his most convincing smile. He’d had a stressful few days stalking through social media and old year books to ‘remember’ who all these women were. Apparently Trish and Alexandra had a close knit group in college and when life got busy they promised to catch up once a year on St. Patrick's day in memory of ‘the incident’. What said incident actually was, he was yet to figure out due to their frustrating habit of simply saying ‘the incident’ and nothing else. “Hi girls!” He greeted, slipping into the booth awkwardly, trying not to bump his belly against the table. The area was squashed, really not made for pregnant women at all. Were he a few more months along he probably wouldn’t have been able to fit at all. “Oh Alex!” Cooed the one with dark brown hair and a beauty spot on her left cheek, “It feels like forever, we’re practically strangers.” ‘You don't know the half of it.’ Alex thought darkly.This one was Marie according to his research, the short girl with the curls was Daisy and the pale one with the awful black dye job had to be Morgan. Though it was hard to tell, since Morgan’s hair colour changed in almost every one of her social media pictures. “It’s great to see you all.” He smiled warmly, it wasn’t really a lie. In his old life he didn't have any friends outside of work colleagues really, he’d been too focused on his career. Kwanzaa had taught him one thing; that balance was important and since connecting with Davy and later on Trish he wanted to do it more. These women had been Alexandra’s friends, they could be his too. He was just in the awkward position of being thrust into an old friendship with none of the memories. “It’s not like you to be late.” Daisy grinned, “We thought perhaps you ran into a…parking attendant?”All four of the other women burst into laughter while Alex glanced around confused for a moment before joining in. He had no idea what the joke was, clearly an inside one of some kind that he was expected to know. “God I haven’t thought about that in years!” Trish giggled, “What a day that was.” “Tell me about it.” Alex said jokingly, half hoping somebody actually would. They didn't of course. They all got to their feet and ran to the bar Alex sat glumly as mojito’s and cosmopolitan orders were taken while he sipped on his water. “Get her a virgin gin and tonic.” Morgan said, pointing to Alex sitting alone in the booth. “So…tonic?” Said the confused bartender. Alex gave a sad smile and nodded, indicating to his stomach before the bartender nodded and went about making everybody’s drinks. He tried not to sound sarcastic as he thanked Morgan when she handed over his glass. “Most virginal thing about you, huh?” She teased. Her face was warm while she said it, her eyes bright and happy. It wasn’t supposed to be a dig, but a fun joke between friends. He did his best to giggle good naturedly but internally, Alex couldn’t help but wonder just how promiscuous Alexandra had been, if this was how her friends teased her. For the first time, Alex felt a deep longing for his old life. For the jokes and memories of his old college friends. Even the work colleagues he used to hang out with. Sometimes they’d go down to the shady pub after work and swap stories of the horror shows that had been their day. There was an undeniable difference between hanging out with exclusively men compared to exclusively women and he found himself mourning the latter. At least then he would understand the in-jokes and maybe even be able to make a few; he wouldn’t be so tense and trying to act as if he knew everybody when in reality they were strangers to him. “Hey, come on,” Trish elbowed him in the side making Alex wince. “I know being sober on St Patrick’s Day isn’t the best but with that face you’d think somebody died.”This set off another titter among the other girls and Alex’s grip on his glass increased and he forced a few hollow giggles out. Did these women do nothing but reference old jokes he didn’t understand? Would it kill them to actually talk about something happening in their lives right now? There was a buzzing at his side where his purse was resting and he drew out his phone after several moments of rummaging. Why women’s clothes never came with pockets he would never understand. He used to think it was silly, women spending money on a little bag just to carry around their wallets, keys and phone but now he understood they didn’t have much of a choice. The first time he’d encountered fake pockets on a pair of jeans he’d just about blown a gasket. ‘Hope you’re having fun, let me know if you want me to come get you early.’It was so tempting to take him up on his offer but Alex resisted. He really did want to feel at home here and that meant fitting into Alexandra’s life as much as possible. He really did want to like these girls but he couldn't stop feeling like the new girl at school who’d been foisted upon an already established group of friends. He was about to text back when suddenly, the phone was snatched from his hands. “Oh no you don’t! You know the rules!” ‘No I don’t.’ He thought, feeling his blood boil. “No phones and definitely no boyfriends during girls night!” Daisy finished, placing his phone in the centre of the table. “Next round is on you!”Alex felt his stomach drop. “But you’re all drinking cocktails!”His mind quickly did the sums, each of those fancy drinks was anywhere from nine to fifteen dollars! If he had to buy a whole round that was basically all his money for the full night. Daisy just shrugged and all the other girls nodded. “That’s what you get for breaking one of the sacred tenets of the sisterhood.” Trish said dramatically, “Besides, it was you that came up with that rule in the first place.”Alex grit his teeth; he knew it wasn't their fault but he was barely able to hold back his fury. That wasn't fair, none of this was fair! The least that damn cab driver could have done for him was give him the memories of this life, or at the very least just changed him and nothing else. At least then he could be awkwardly chatting with the guys down at a dive bar after work rather than forking out a fifty to pay for three sugary cocktails. Alex slumped in his seat as much as the bump would allow and watched on sourly as the other three cheersed margaritas. He laid a hand on his belly, trying to remind himself that it would all be worth it in the end. Morgan pulled a sad face and cooed at him. “Sorry, I didn't think. It must suck being sober.” “Yeah, it’s not great.” Alex admitted looking around the room to all the happy revellers. “I’m surprised you’re even keeping it considering-”Daisy elbowed Morgan hard in the side and shot her a furious look, harshly hissing something Alex couldn’t hear about the crowd. The others all gave him a sympathetic look and he just blinked. All three of the women had a look on their face that told him he was once again missing something; there was some sort of secret, silent conversation happening and he couldn’t hear a word. “Sorry.” Morgan mumbled, “That was a shit thing to bring up. Let’s just get back to drinking.” “Okay.” Alex replied slowly. This wasn't like the other in jokes, this was something serious and he was chomping at the bit to understand. Clearly something serious had happened in the past that he no longer knew about. “On the plus side, maybe I can finally pick somebody up tonight!” Daisy said a little too brightly, “With our beautiful Alex finally off the market maybe I have a chance to be the centre of attention.” “Oh, I am sure you have plenty of guys interested.” Alex replied sweetly and Daisy actually laughed. “Guys always say they want to be taller, but the second they see my short ass they decide they don't want to bend down every time they want a kiss.” She grumbled, “Especially not when miss ten out of 10 is sitting right there.”Alex felt himself blushing; he’d never been considered a ten out of ten before. He had to admit, it felt nice. Trish launched into a tale from years ago, telling the apparently well known story of how she and Alex had spent all night cramming for a test only to sleep through their alarm. “Of course Alex somehow made it, she ran straight for the exam hall in her pyjamas and sat the test just like that! And she got a near perfect score of course.” Trish rolled her eyes, “I turned up half an hour late and had to bribe the teacher to let me in and even then I only wound up with a lousy C. All that cramming, wasted.” “It wasn't wasted if you learned something.” Alex pointed out, Trish made a face and they all burst into giggles. Things were actually starting to feel…fun. The jovial air of the overly decorated pub started to feel welcoming. The constant loop of Irish music brought a smile to his face; especially when Morgan and Daisy decided to try and sing along while Marie desperately begged them to stop. “Please, girls, my heart can’t take the embarrassment.” She slurred, downing her fourth cocktail. “This is New Years 2016 all over again…”That comment made Trish laugh so hard margarita came out her nose, which in turn made the rest of them lose it. “I’ll get her some napkins.” Alex giggled, getting to his feet and squeezing his way through the crowd to the bar, earning him one or two dirty looks from people who saw his belly. He made a mental note to wave the very much not alcoholic paper towels in their face as he walked back. “Hey, babe, been a while.”It’s funny, even in this crowd full of a dozen different voices, Alex still knew that line was directed at him. He turned to see a handsome man with a strong jaw smiling at him; his eyes sparkled and his teeth were brilliant white; a hottie by any measure and yet his heart began to thump nervously. There was something in that face that was familiar, that set him on edge. For a moment he thought perhaps he did have a few of Alexandra’s memories locked away but then he realised where he’d seen this face before; or at least a younger version of it. In a prom photo he found back at his parents house; this was his old highschool boyfriend, Harris Johnson. Panic flooded his system; he had no idea how to handle this situation. In this universe, did they have an amicable breakup? Was their relationship even good? Was this one of those hug and say ‘it’s so good to see you doing well’ situations? Or should she slap him and tell him to fuck off because things ended badly? He had no way of knowing and a scant few seconds to decide how to play it. “Hi yourself.” He replied awkwardly after a few minutes, “I…didn't expect to see you here.” “Well you know how I love St Patrick’s Day.”Was St. Patrick's Day a bigger thing in this universe or something? He really felt like he was missing a piece of the puzzle so he laughed good naturedly, hoping that would help ease the tension. It didn’t. Harris leaned over the bar, almost pinning him, the man was so close Alex could feel his shirt pressing against his pregnant belly. The idea of this man anywhere near his and Davy’s child made him shiver; it felt wrong. “I miss you.” “I have a boyfriend.” “So?”Well that answered the questions as to whether or not this had been a good relationship; what had Alexandra ever seen in this creep? The stench of Guinness on his breath made Alex’s lip curl and his stomach churn. He pushed past, forgetting about the napkins and sliding back into the booth with the girls, one eyes looking back to see if Harris was following. “Is that…Harris?” Marie said in awe, “Your old highschool sweetheart?” “Wow, running into an old flame is always awkward.” Daisy added, “But running into them while pregnant. Wow.” “Alex! Baby wait up.” Harris drunkenly called across the room, stumbling over to their table and sitting himself down as though he had been invited. “This is a private gathering.” Morgan hissed, “Buzz off.” “Yeah!” Trish downed the last of her cocktail, “Buzzzzzzz offffff. Like a beeeeee.”Alex groaned and rolled his eyes; she was trying, bless her soul but it was hard to be threatening as a petite blonde woman who was half a dozen drinks in the hole. “Come on,” Harris threw an arm around Alex and he stiffened. “Alex, babe, I am so glad I ran into you. I miss you so much.”Gross, he may not have Alexandra’s memories but he knew from what he had pieced together that Harris and her broke up right at the start of college. That was almost a decade ago now, who the hell carries a torch for that long except creeps and weirdos? “Go away, Harris.” He shoved him off as best he could, squashing closer to Morgan, “I have a boyfriend and he isn't you.” “Show ‘em girl!” Trish hiccuped. “Just let me buy you a drink.” Harris insisted, “We should catch up.” “In case you somehow missed it, I’m pregnant.” Alex was right at the end of his tether now, “and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t get a drink with you.”He remembered what Davy had told him at Kwanzaa; how Harris had been the thing to ruin their friendship. His blood boiled at the thought; Alexandra was an idiot, picking this jerk over Davy for so long. His hands curled into fists as he glared at the arrogant asshole, still grinning and looking cool as a cucumber. “Aw, you always were so cute when you were angry.” He cooed, “You don't know what you’re saying-” “Yes I do! Get. Out!” There was an awkward lull in noise as his yell echoed over the room. Patrons stopped their revelry and stared and Alex realised he was standing, awkwardly leaning on the table in their booth and glaring down at Harris with malice. “I don’t want you near me. I am taken. I am pregnant. Fuck. Off.”He couldn’t make things much clearer. Alex watched as Harris’ eyes darted about, clearly taking in the stares, especially those from the security staff. He didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed or ashamed, simply shrugging as he stood. “Jeez, all I did was offer you a drink. Some women, am I right?” I chuckled, moving back into the crowd, a few drunken, presumably single, guys cheering and laughing at his ‘joke’ as he went. Alex ground his teeth together; god he wanted to punch that guy. He was almost tempted to follow and let some of the frustration that had been building all night out on the guy's chin when Trish made a low groaning sound. He turned to see her leaning back on the booth looking green in the face; though that might have just been the paper shamrocks sticky taped over most of the lights. “I don’ feel so good.” She mumbled, “Maybe double shots were a bad idea.” “Wait, you got extra shot cocktails?” Daisy gaped, “How many of those drinks were double strength?” “Ummmmm..all of them?” Trish said before bursting into giggles, “Whooooopsie.”Alex quickly did the maths in his head and face palmed in frustration. “She’s officially pickled.” He groaned, “We should take her home.” “Yes!” Daisy stood and immediately lost her balance in her heels and fell over, Morgan and Marie bursting into laughter at the sight. Alex just sighed and said to nobody in particular. “I guess I’ll take her home then.”~ “Do you think chipmunks and squirrels are rivals?” “I don’t know, Trish.” “B-because they are both like…little furry nut eating things right, pfffft ha! Nut eating.” “Yes, very funny Trish.” “You’d know a thing or two about that wouldn’t you Aaaaaaaaalex.” “You know, we’d get to your apartment a lot faster if you’d stop pressing the button for every floor.”Alex officially hated being the designated sober person in the group now. It had taken almost twice as long to find a taxi and get home because Trish had zero impulse control left. She was normally pretty outgoing and loud but with this much alcohol in her system she was positively hyper. Wasn’t alcohol supposed to make you groggy? Two taxi’s had refused to take them because they were afraid Trish was seconds away from throwing up, which fortunately, was so far incorrect. They finally made it to her floor and stumbled out into the hallway. Trish had one arm slung around Alex’s shoulders as she slumped and stumbled along. Alex was glad he wasn't further along in the pregnancy yet or the extra weight may very well have toppled him. It took an embarrassingly long time for Trish to find her keys but eventually they managed to get into her apartment and Alex let her slump onto the couch. He slopped down into the armchair by the window and sighed; his ears were still ringing from the sounds from the Irish pub and his feet ached. More than anything he wanted to go up to his own apartment and curl up with Socks; maybe call Davy to come over and cuddle. But then he looked over to Trish who had finally stopped giggling and was turning grey in the face. He couldn’t leave her like this. He knew for a fact if their positions were reversed Trish wouldn’t leave him; yes he had spent the better part of the evening being irritated at her and their ‘friends’ but the woman meant well. He probably still owed her for the emergency Valentine's Day dress shopping trip. “Alex?” “Mmm?” “...I think I’m gonna throw up.”A vision of himself on his hands and knees scrubbing the carpet flashed in his mind and Alex was on his feet, looping an arm around Trish’s waist and practically flying to the bathroom. They were just in time as Trish was retching the moment she touched the toilet bowl. Alex scrunched up his nose as the acidic smell; it would be bad enough normally but with his super sensitive sense of smell it was even more. Thanks baby. Still, he held his breath and knelt down on the cold tile floor, pulling back Trish’s blonde hair and rubbing her back. The action came naturally and for a moment, Alex let himself marvel at just how different a few months in this reality had made him. The old Alex would have been hallways to his own apartment by now. The idea made his brow furrow; had he really been that selfish once? Fortunately, all Trish had in her stomach was alcohol which was fairly easy to get rid of and soon she was flushing the toilet and stumbling over to the sink to wash out her mouth. Alex tried to stand but found himself stuck on the floor, sandwiched between the toilet and the sink in the tiny ensuite. Trish looked down for a moment but rather than helping him up, slid down to join him. “Sorry about that.” She mumbled, “God, maybe life hasn't changed that much from college after all.” “Was I really that promiscuous?” Alex tried to make his tone joking, “I don’t feel like I was.” “Nah, you were just popular. Daisy was always so jealous.” Trish sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, “Who could blame her, who wouldn’t want this hair.”A hand pawed at his afro and Alex snorted. Normally he wasn't a fan of people touching his hair; the tight curls were such a pain to unknot, but Trish didn’t mean any harm. In fact she almost reminded him of a cat batting at a ball of yarn. It was cute in a strange way. “I can’t believe I dated that guy.” Alex sighed in genuine disbelief. “Hmmmm, I remember when we moved in together, you guys had just broken up.” Trish sighed, “I thought I got a sweet deal, a two bedroom dorm all to myself but then all of a sudden, a new girl needed a place to stay and I lost my party room.” “Sorry.” “No you’re not, and you shouldn’t be.”There was a beat of silence and then Alex felt something brushing against his bump. He almost jumped out of his skin imagining a spider or rat but it turned out to be Trish’s hand. “Sorry. That’s rude isn't it? Touching a preggos belly.” “I’m pretty sure calling somebody a preggo is as well.” Alex teased, “But I'll let it slide this time. Since you’re drunk.” “Am not.” “Trish, stand up right now without wobbling.” “...You win this round.”The two women giggled and Trish continued to rub small circles on his belly. “Does it feel weird?” “Sometimes, but they haven’t started kicking yet or anything.” “It’s so…weird seeing you pregnant. Y’know after…that.” “That?” Alex’s heart began to beat faster; that thing alluded to back at the bar. The one Morgan almost spoke about, this had to be it. “You know, the pregnancy. Back in college.”Alex felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. He-uh, Alexandra, had been pregnant before? He was desperate for details but unable to think of a good way to ask. There was no choice but to take the plunge and hope that Trish’s inherited state wouldn't let her think too much into it. “I don’t remember it much, I think I blocked it out.” He said slowly, “What do you remember of it?” “Crying mostly, you crying a lot.” Trish sounded genuinely emotional about it, “You weren't the sort to have one night stands but I encouraged you to get out there, forget Harris y’know. Then when your period was late you acted as if the world was ending.” “It probably felt like it was.” He pointed out, Trish shrugged. “I remember feeling selfish, because that was when we really started to become friends. You were too scared to tell anybody else and you sorta…clung to me.” Trish’s voice was sombre, “I remember wondering if we would ever have become friends if you hadn’t needed a hand to hold during that time.” “We would have.” Alex assured her. “You were so quiet after the procedure, I expected you to be a ball of emotions but you were so cold.” “I was?” “You always said it was just luck, that a flip of the coin had just decided the direction of your life and you were never going to let something like that happen again.”Alex was reeling; he’d had an abortion in this life? No wonder he and Trish were so close, that was the sort of secret that bonded you together for life. He hummed in thought; had that been the moment for his other self? When she decided to pursue work about all other things, including love and relationships? He tried to think if there had been a corresponding moment in his old life. He certainly hadn’t ever knocked a girl up, at least not to his knowledge. For him there had been no incident, it had just been a slow snowball, gradually pulling further and further away from everybody. At least this version of him had an excuse. “I was dramatic back then.” He said finally, Trish snorted. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m dramatic right now.” “And we all love you for it.” “Damn straight you do.”Alex laughed, feeling guilty for his resentment earlier. Yes, he missed hanging out with ‘the boys’ at the pub and talking work but there had never been anything like this. No meaningful, deep conversations or history. It had all been so surface level and he realised suddenly that he had been viewing that gathering all wrong. He should have embraced the idea of getting to know Morgan, Marie and Daisy rather than being frustrated they weren't exactly the people he wanted. He made a mental note to text each of them tomorrow and organise another catch up. He liked this female companionship, the closeness, the ability to be raw, emotional and open with one another without judgement. It was almost like being with Davy, but different. Less romantic and more companionable. “Hey Alex?” “Yeah?” “My butt’s asleep.” “Mine too.”Leaning heavily on one another the two women got to their feet, slowly making their way out into the apartment proper. Trish flopped dramatically across the couch, eyes already sliding closed as she pointed to the bedroom. “You sleep there.” She said with a grunt. “What? No, Trish I can’t take your bed!” “Preg’n’t.” She mumbled, snuggling into the lump cushions and promptly passing out. Alex just rolled his eyes; he could just go up to his own apartment but it wouldn’t be right to leave her here alone. He rummaged around in the cupboards for a moment until he found the aspirin and placed one down with a glass of water on the coffee table before heading to the bedroom. He stripped off the jeans and shirt and slipped under the blankets in just his underwear, an arm snaking around his middle to hug his small belly. He rested his phone on the bedside table, finally opening up that message and replying; telling Davy where he was and not to worry when his phone inevitably died. Even though it was close to midnight Davy responded right away, a little heart emoji making Alex’s own beat that tiny bit faster. He closed his eyes and imagined himself as Alexandra way back when. He could see himself, curled just like this in his dorm room, on the verge of tears as she rubbed her flat stomach, terrified that there may be a life growing there. It wasn't unlike how he had felt a few weeks back; how he still felt to some degree. But there was one major difference now. He wasn’t alone. Davy was with him now and he was going to be there every step of the way from this point on. He still didn't feel totally ready for this baby and maybe he never would, but he was sure that with Davy by his side everything would work out. It always does in the movies after all. ~Want to read the next story in the series early? For early access to my stories as well as exclusives please consider supporting me on Patreon!...

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The Belle Tolls: Chapter 25 (F/Slow Cow TF)Read from chapter 1 here! Read every current chapter in my "The Belle Tolls" gallery!, Belle was having what most would consider a bad week. She sat in the back of Sophia's car, masturbating as she trembled and dripped with hot, sticky sweat. All the while, patches of white fur gradually crept over her body, with the occasional black splotch."Ugggh… I-- I dohnt wantsh thish…" She moaned in pure, adrenaline-fueled fear mixed with pleasure. How long would it take for Sophia to get back? How long did she have before she lost her humanity forever?"Mmm--ooooh!" Belle gasped and cried out as she slid her fingers over her vulva. Although no grass was near, she smelled the earthy, verdant fragrance. Drool pooled in her mouth's corners as she desperately attempted to stop the vague cow-related fantasies that popped into her head. Would it really be so bad? Living a life of carnal bliss where she got to eat, get milked, and have sex like a wild beast? "Oooooh… M--Moooo…” She vigorously rubbed her clit, her facial bones creaking and contorting. A part of her screamed in abject horror, terrified by the prospect of completely losing her ability to speak. 'I have to stop-- I have to… Fuck-- fuck, fuck…’Belle pinched her nipple and let out a low cry as ripples of blissful ecstasy shot through her swollen tits. She broke into goosebumps as her pseudo-udder spasmed in response, causing her teats to ooze opaque fluid. By now, the backseat of the car was a mess. Sweat, milk, and vaginal fluid soaked the seat below and in front of her, along with the floor. Her poncho had completely rode up, becoming too ill-fitted to properly contain her expanding assets.'I'm not-- I'm not a cow… Hesat-- please… Please save me…' She pleaded as her life flashed before her eyes. When was the last time she went camping with her dad? When was the last time she did something Sophia wanted to do while giving said activity her full attention?"Urghh…" Belle gritted her teeth, thighs quivering as she slid three fingers into her wet, throbbing fuck hole.She recalled when she went to an anime convention with Sophia since she had no one to go with. That was something nice she did for Sophia-- right? Even when she forced herself not to think about anything cow or sex-related, she couldn't stop touching herself. Her body had become supremely sensitive and receptive to stimulation. "Mooooo…" She uttered a low, animalistic sound as her hand disappeared into her pussy. Orgasmic bursts erupted within her body's core and dispersed through every cell.As her thought train careened back into regret, she thought about that anime convention again. 'I-- I was nice then… 'Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy. As much as she wanted to spin that time in her favor, the harsh reality was that she likely made the weekend worse for Sophia. The whole weekend had been filled with Belle's eye-rolling and making fun of people she deemed too dorky. When she managed to feign interest for Sophia, it had only lasted for a brief moment or two before she inevitably went back to browsing her phone.Belle grunted and pushed her hips down as her arm slid into the wrist. Her vagina spasmed and throbbed, vigorously gripping the invading appendage. She was too distracted to heed the severe popping and cracking from her feet.'I-- I know I was kind to Bret sometimes…' She tried to find any memories she could use as ammunition in a plea attempt with Hesat. As her hopelessness grew, she scraped the bottom of the barrel for any potential way out of the horrible mess she'd gotten herself into.There was a time a couple of years back when Bret came down with the flu, and she was the only one around to take care of him. She had distinct memories of buying him medicine, getting him food, and attending to his needs. 'That's proof-- I. I deserve another chance…' Once again, however, it wasn't that simple. At the time, she expressed frustration and annoyance at taking time out of her schedule to help him. Not only that, but she decided Bret was doing better at some point and left him alone overnight when she should have stayed with him.“W-- whash-- wrohng witsh m--meh…” She choked as she leaned back and pumped her fist in further. Every thrust resulted in a cacophony of delightful sensations. Her mind drifted and formed an image of a massive, black bull cock. She wasn't fucking her arm in the backseat of a car; she was making love to a handsome bull in a grassy pasture surrounded by green grass and blue skies."N-- NEEUUUUUGH!" She screamed and wailed, her tongue thickening. Her sense of vision began to distort just slightly, dulling her ability to comprehend colors. That was normal, though, right? Cows saw differently than humans, so that was fine-- wait, no! She WASN'T a fucking cow, and she shouldn't find anything about this transformation normal. She continued to pinch and massage her breasts while the orgasms intensified, wholly unable to control herself.‘I-- ooooh… I-- D- Daniela…’ She struggled to form a coherent strain of thought, but surely, she had been kind to Daniela. She didn't even deserve much kindness, but she was always doing her favors.It only took the briefest moment for her last ditch effort to crash and burn. She had only appeased Daniela in the past since she had access to money and she saw room for personal gain. It was undeniable that she had shared genuine moments with her friends and had moments of altruism. However, nothing could stop reality from crashing down around the mooing mess of a woman. Objectively speaking, her sins outweighed all else. She could see her selfishness clearly through the veneer she wished to paint herself with.A startled voice suddenly called from outside. "O- -Oh my god, Belle!?" Belle's heart stopped as she turned to see Sophia staring at Belle through the window, her hand over her mouth in shock. "I-- Ish n-- neeeugh!" She cried as her hips and arm continued to pump in unison. “D-- Doooo--hnt l-- looshk aht meehhh!” She was sure she looked like a horrific monster by now. Her feet had mostly reformed into a set of cloven hooves, and her fingers began to stiffen in suit. The last thing she wanted right now was for Sophia to see her in such a humiliating, compromising state, but it didn't seem like she was getting a choice.Sophia staggered back in shock before shaking her head. She shakily fumbled with her car keys and pressed the door unlock button before finally opening the backseat. "Y-- You have to stop! Fight it-- we need to get out of here, okay?" She insisted as tears fell from her face.“I-- I c-- ca-- mmmooooo!” Belle groaned as her climax neared. Her pussy lit ablaze as she was overcome by the most mind-numbingly intense orgasm of her life. She came right in front of her oldest friend, her arm buried in her sex hold halfway up to the elbow. How could she recover from this?"P-- Please just fight it… You have to stop-- okay?" Sophia begged, taking a step back as she started to panic. She wasn't equipped to deal with a crisis this extreme.As Belle climaxed, she let out a guttural, bestial moo of pure bliss. Only then could she withdraw her hand, which was starting to feel a little stiff. She looked down at her swollen, leaky tits and acutely felt her udder pulsating and oozing creamy fluid. Her existential breakdown was regularly interrupted with warm, cozy thoughts of cowhood that threatened to drag her into the abyss. She didn't want to enjoy the idea of getting fucked in a field-- nor did she want to find the fragrance of earthy foliage so tantalizing.At this point, she put her hands over her face and sobbed. “I-- d--deeugh… Deuught w--wahnsh to beh.. Uh-- uh cahw…” She tried to express her desire not to become a bloated bovine but found it difficult with her ever-diminishing speech capability. “I-- I know, sweetheart…” Sophia stammered. She closed the door and walked to the other side. A moment later, she shakily sat down the box containing Hesat's idol before getting in the driver's seat and fiddling to get her keys in the ignition. She doubted she could properly drive in her current mental state."W-- Whush h-- hahpuhned?" Belle slurred, raising her face from her hands.Sophia froze, biting her lip as she shifted her eyes to the corner. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly stopped herself.“T-- Tehl m-meh--oooo!” Belle begged, her words trailing into a pitiful moo.Sophia let out a low sigh and scratched her head in frustration. "The shop wasn't there anymore-- wherever you bought it from is gone," she quietly replied.Belle wasn't sure if she could feel worse, but Sophia's words somehow dug the knife deeper. "N-- Neeuuuugh!" She wailed as her fingers cracked slightly. Her digits still moved, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she was on all-fours.Sophia covered her face and took slow, deep breaths. "What do I do?..." She whispered too quietly for Belle to hear over the cow-like cries. She suddenly blinked and looked toward the box in the back seat. "Please calm down, sweetheart. I have an idea." She carefully grabbed the box and placed it on her lap before opening it. She intently stared at the statuette before pulling it out and holding it respectfully. "Hesat… Talk to me, please." She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the idol.A faint glow and hum enveloped the figure of Hesat while Belle remained inconsolable in the backseat and unaware of what was happening. Before Sophia could react, her vision went white. , Sophia's eyes shot open. She was on her back, staring at a perfect blue sky with the occasional puffy cloud. "What?..." She saw she was in a forest clearing with trees all around. Standing to her feet, she brushed herself off and hesitantly walked forward while keeping her eyes peeled."It's nice to meet you, Miss Sophia," Sophia gasped and jumped at the feminine voice sounding in her head. She turned and came face-to-face with an ethereal white cow. Her fur had a lustrous gleam, and her eyes were a beautiful pale blue. This could only be one person. "Goddess Hesat," she timidly replied, taking half a step back."Don't be alarmed. No harm will befall you; you have my word as a goddess," she warmly replied.Sophia felt the sincerity and warmth in her words. Beyond that, she felt an immense power hidden behind her kindness. She relaxed and stepped forward, leaving her seven or eight feet from the Goddess. "It's nice to meet you as well." She paused and gathered her thoughts before continuing. "Do you know why I wanted to talk to you?"Hesat nodded, her tail lazily swishing. "You are here to plead for your friend's humanity. Is that right?"Sophia gained some confidence and nodded. "That's right. I won't pretend Belle is completely free of sin, but…" Her expression grew dour. "Isn't this too much? She has room to grow.""I've given her many chances," Hesat curtly replied. "We've had more than one conversation, and I've already given her an extra chance out of pity.""I-- I'm sure you have, Goddess… I can't imagine how far she has tested your patience.""Even after giving her an ultimatum, she still gave in to her selfish thoughts. Even now, she can't stop pinning the blame on you, Bret, her father, myself-- anyone and everyone but her.""She's a good friend at times, too!" Sophia animatedly insisted. "She's gotten me groceries, and she'll even go out with me to do things she's not interested in. If you lift the curse, she'll devote herself to being a better person.""You know that, huh?" Hesat laughed. "You're pure and kind, Sophia. But you're also naive.""I know I can be naive," Sophia quietly replied. "But, maybe you can also be too harsh." After the words left her mouth, she realized she may have made a mistake. It could prove a bad idea to insult or reprimand the Goddess."Oh?" Hesat warmly replied. "Relax, my dear. I won't punish you simply for challenging me and sticking up for your friend."Sophia squeezed her wrist and told herself to stay calm. "I agree that she needed to be taught a lesson. But isn't that enough?" She saw no reason for Belle to be punished so severely. "I won't defend what she did to your idol. But it's not like she killed one of your cows or shattered your visage into a million pieces. She's lost so much in the last couple of weeks."Hesat momentarily paused, leaning over to chew on some grass before continuing. "Her condition for release is that she makes genuine strides toward becoming a better person. The fact she has suffered through great hardship has done nothing to get her closer to the goal I clearly laid out for her.""I know that. I'm saying your conditions are innately unfair!" Sophia insisted. "You can't expect someone to make all of these positive changes under duress. She has a lot of things to keep track of in her life. Then, on top of that, she has to stave off a curse while trying to better herself at the end of a gun barrel." Maybe she could get through to the Goddess."So you're saying I shouldn't expect Belle to better herself when she's going through so much grief and trauma. Is that right?"Sophia nodded. "Y-- Yeah, exactly. You should change the conditions of your punishment. Instead of forcing her to become a good person to free herself, you should consider everything she's been through up until now as sufficient repayment."Hesat tilted her head. "I think there's a fundamental misunderstanding here." She walked a few feet forward and stared deeply into Sophia's eyes. "It's not about what you find fair. It's not about what human society as a whole finds fair. I am a goddess disrespected by a single, insolent little girl. Not only that, but she disrespects everyone in her life. I refuse to change my condition because it's not what I desire. Punishing her in this fashion makes me feel better. Do you understand?"Sophia's blood ran cold. Hesat suddenly seemed more dangerous than she could have anticipated. "Couldn't you give her more time? Why not give her a year to get her life together? I'll even help her," she insisted. "She can live a good, altruistic life as a cow." Hesat simply replied. "You act as though her life is ending. What's wrong with living as a cow? She will live peacefully, and I'm sure she will learn to enjoy life. When she passes, her soul will return to my realm to enjoy an eternity of peace as one of my cow daughters."It was evident this conversation wasn't going in Sophia's favor. CHAPTER END, Read chapters and captions two months or more early on Patreon! I have lots of MTF content available as well. https://www.patreon.com/roryrouses
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Hello, Emily Rees here.
First, I'd like to apologize for the relatively 'auto-pilot' nature of the group post-Eclipse because managing groups has become pretty counter-intuitive and prone to site errors. If you have submitted things and they got lost in the shuffle, I apologize for the jankiness of items showing up in the message center for approval. Many groups have gone inactive thanks to Eclipse and I'm trying to keep this hub going in the way I can.
We had about 100 pieces removed from the group recently by dA itself during the recent period of content removals. If there's another wave of mass removals, I will make any and all information I receive from dA public. However, speaking honestly, the 'removed content' notification is pretty blanket when it comes to groups and lacks specifics.
I may get some flak for this, but I figure that I should make 'silent policy' apparent after a wave of AI art submissions. I want to make it clear that any admitted AI art is not permitted in the group. TG-Galaxy's original goal was to help artists get exposure to a wider audience with the understanding that artistic growth in a process. We also try not to waste the watchers' time with automatic approval on all captions, 3D comics or head swaps. It's for those two reasons that AI art is unacceptable: it buries budding talent and, as evidenced by the front page, tends to flood to the point of near spamming.
That's not even with addressing the expectation for paid access to view some AI content on-site. Non-AI artist Patreon previews are one thing since most of those artists show a teaser while AI onsite tends to be a blurry price tag. dA has been in a rough patch for a few years that has made communities the exception and plastering ads for subscriptions into the norm. Times are tough for people all around the world and I want this group to promote artists and writers over people who pay for credits in NovelAI or Midjourney.
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please report this person for me www.deviantart.com/sophiehanna…
she has been stealing my barbie artwork and stories
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Open commissions!
I do TF Sequences like the examples.
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Hello!  How long would it take for a submitted TG TF story to be accepted?
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Under what section would drawings fall if they are standalone gender bend drawings without a scene, just the result about myself?
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I just want to find out if people are approval submissions anymore on here? I have tried a couple of times now with no one approving them?
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Yes, I'm still approving stuff generally on Saturdays. dA's system glitches and doesn't show some pieces.
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Okay thanks - just needed to know if it was still active - since a number of groups seem to have stopped - so thank you :D
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Hey everyone! I wanted to let you know that I created a Discord server for people to come together and RP or share ideas for TF/TG fantasies! I created this space with the goal of bringing together people who share a similar interest in TG fantasy and other TF concepts. Please feel free to stop by and check us out!

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ThalitaLeFay Featured By Owner Edited Feb 13, 2022  Professional General Artist
Hello everybody! My name is Thalita, I'm a Brazilian transgirl inside the closet and I write captions expecting that it will help me with my dysphoria. I created a Deviantart for sharing my captions and my feelings. I try to write captions that aren't only about sex, buy about romance, comedy, daily stuff (peeing like a girl, periods, etc), problems of an instant tf, family, society and friends acceptance. I hope my captions can help people who also get Gender Dysphoria, or also people who love TG Captions like me <3 Oh, and I only use Public Domain Pics, since I can't draw hahahaha. 
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