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TEXIII Character Ref: Gray--BASICS--
Name: Gray Anderson
Skin: Pale, but tans with a fair amount of ease
Hair: Blonde, normally tousled
Other defining features: He has a very slight limp that is accompanied by a slight mechanical hiss and whirr due to having a prosthetic limb (although to quote him, it's nothing as 'prosaic' as a prosthetic limb, one of his teammates/best friends is a very skilled mechanic who built the leg for him, and it has various functions that a normal prosthetic limb wouldn't have – don't ask me what they all are, they haven't told me yet).
Clothing: Worn in jeans and combat boots, black t-shirt.
Overview: Gray is the 'voice of reason' for his unit, he's near consistently calm, collected and reasonable. On the other hand, he has a tendency to
CP-OCT R3: PrologueJay paced absently along the edge of the veranda of 'her' cabin. Her words with the others had left adrenaline coursing through her for no real reason and with no real outlet, leaving her antsy and nervous (although she'd never admit to the latter). This was getting serious now with only four of them left - not that it had never not been serious, but now Jay could feel it in her bones. Although, to Jay, it half seemed to be a case of blind luck that any of them had made it as far as they had.
The clay soldier was sat on the rail, tracing her movements with swinging motions of its head. She had the feeling that it wasn't the only thing watching her...
She couldn't afford to drop her guard, not now, her prospective opponents had to have something, otherwise even with Lady Luck herself walking beside them, they wouldn't have made it this far. She ran over her assessments of them in her mind - quick checks as she tried to
The Transformation PolkaThe Transformation Polka
Two young women got out of a car and started walking toward a slightly run-down hotel. They were both dressed in jewel-toned knee-length dresses, and looked almost like sisters, especially with their long brown hair done up in identical up-dos.
“Seriously, Maria, what on earth possessed the student council to have prom here, of all places?” asked the slim one in the shimmering green dress.
“It was cheap, Ginny,” replied the slightly taller one in the wine-coloured dress. “We had to find an alternative to the gymnasium thanks to the repairs. Besides, there are other advantages to the location.”
“Other advantages...” Ginny looked around, and her eyes widened. “We’re right next to a freaking nudie bar, how is that an advantage?”
“It’s a topless bar,” Maria replied absently. “My uncle Leo works there, though he’s taking the night off t
What Dreams May Become 5 (Multiple TFs)As promised, the fifth installment of Corrie and Roman's adventures below is a compilation of TFs that you all requested. I received so many that I had to split it into two parts. I used as many suggestions as I could (that would make sense in the story). There were a few that I'm saving for future installments as well. So thanks to all who contributed, and, without further ado, the first part of Corrie's "Transform-a-thon"!
The day before college had finally arrived. I woke up before Roman, and grabbed a list that lay on my nighttable. “Things I'd like to be,” was scribbled on the top. I studied the paper, wondering which form to try first. After all these weeks with my new husband, one would think the excitement of his transforming me would have dulled by now. But in fact, it was quite the opposite. He had promised that the day before I started college, he would turn me into as many things as I wanted. I suspected this was partly to get it
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
1 - White as SnowThe shrill ring of the phone caused Gina to jump in her seat. She fumbled for the receiver, almost dropping it twice, before bringing it to her ear.
“Hello, welcome to Solergeni. You’re speaking with--”
“Gina!” Rob’s voice barked down the receiver, making her jump again. “Where’s that delivery boy? The Demo’s in an hour.”
“Yes. Sorry, sir. Um. He hasn’t come yet to pick up the--”
“What? What do you mean he hasn’t picked it up yet?”
“Well, uh, I’m still wait--”
“He’s meant to be here already. I need to set up for this thing. How are we going to sell this product, if we can’t show people that it works?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Well then, do something, Gina! Fix this.”
“Yes, of cour--”
The line went dead before she could finish. Gina put the phone down for a moment, then dialed the number for the courier. He didn&
The Locker Room - (G/T RP and Vore RP)The Locker Room - (G/T RP & Vore RP)
You wake up slowly. You have no memory of what happened , especially not how you ended up inside a giant (Look at option choice 1) It smelled strongly of sweat.
The only thing you could remember was getting sucked into a big sphere of bright light and then ending up here.
You look outside of and see your inside a giant high school locker room (Can be men's room or woman's room.).
Soon, you hear a bell ring and soon the room was full of giant creatures. They all shower get dressed and leave again. You still remain inside the article of clothing when suddenly you feel like someone is watching you. You look up and you see the giant owner of the clothes you hide in staring at you...
What clothes does the giant find you in?
A. Sock, shoe, sandal? (For foot fans)
B. Underwear, boxers? (You get the idea)
C. Other (Anything else nothing 18+)
What do you do?
B. Your lucky day!
C. Give yourself up
D. You decide
Finally, what do you want the giant to d
An Amber Gaze will seal your fate (pt 1 of 3) The whispers in his ear, told him it was time. The reddish brown tom snapped his eyes open after hearing Jaywing’s voice. He looked over his shoulder to see Thistletail sleeping soundly. He sighed and decided that it was now the perfect opportunity.. He needed to get rid of the only one he knew could stop him. Kill them? He couldn't dream of it. He respected this cat too much, and wished he’d live. So.. he had a plan. Earlier, he had placed poppy seeds in the cat’s fresh kill. So all he had to do was slink out the den and into the nursery. 'You can't stop me Xepherstrike...'
He approached the bracken screen of the den and looked inside to see Adderstar and Littlesong sleeping soundly. Adderstar’s kits curled up around her belly. He took a few silent steps forward and gulped. Was he doing the right thing..? Of course… this was for the good of the Clan… His claws scraped the ground and he crouched. Then t
A Bearded SoireeSpring, Year 759 of the New Age
Silverthorne, West of the Silverstone River
Without the weight of his horns, Skarth felt light and airy. His long, spiraling antlers had dropped not but a few days ago. Normally, it made him feel naked and uncomfortable but, this year, the removal of the extra weight was much appreciated. It allowed him to think clearly, something he found he had found extraordinarily hard as of late.
The low rumble of the river breached the treeline but, having just left its refreshing waters, he did not turn. Instead he stuck to the trees, enjoying the sound of the birdsong as he walked. It had been awhile since he had had some time to himself. The end of autumn and the beginning of spring were always the busiest seasons for him. While most of the herd were beginning to see him in a different light, thanks to his advancing fire magic, the vast majority still
[TG] Mist and Bamboo The group was falling apart.
Why so many incompetent shinobi were placed on this mission was beyond me. One would think more capable ninja could have been selected. But it's not my place to criticize my higher ups, although I did question their planning. Not out loud, of course.
I glanced around. It seemed only a handful of us were completely unaffected by the mist. More seemed at least semi-conscious, while everyone else was completely out of it. This was going to get rough. I sighed and stopped walking, allowing about half of the group to wander past me. Silently, I nudged a few shinobi in the right direction, pushing them with just enough chakra to keep them conscious enough to head straight before falling back under.
"What a disaster," I hissed, kneeling by a collapsed chuunin and pulling him to his feet. He blinked at me, confused.
"Genjutsu. Just keep heading th
The School Of Pokemon: Fear Factor!I woke up, at some unknown time, inside of Mythra still, with an already awake Latias as my companion still, ala Silenrea.
"Really? The one time I sleep in Mythra and I don't wake up outside, should have guessed..." I said quietly, before patting her gut snugly.
"And Lucaria hasn't done that to you before?" The Eon says with a grin. "I didn't want to get out, so Mythra kept us."
"I'd expect her to let me go, considering how much I loved her last night..." I said with a grin.
"Nope~! You're both still my loving little belly buddies!" Mythra said joyously.
"Aww...I thought I was your belly buddy. I was first." Silenrea says with an obvious fake whine...and her inability to keep a straight face makes it more obvious to me.
"Well I guess" I started to say before my eyes widened considerably, a large spiked and blood-covered cross that seemed to illuminate itself teleporting in front of me and Silenrea. I naturally screamed.
"HOLY ARCEUS!" I said scootching back to get away from the s
TBOS: Char Ref, AndromedaName: Andromeda
Race: Humanoid reptilian
Appearance: Tall, slim, reptilian. Green, scaled skin, yellow reptilian eyes, nose slits instead of an actual nose, and a slightly forked tongue. Bald, tends to wear a bandana to detract from this, or a cap. Has a tendency to wear colours that clash with her skin tone (is colour-blind, sees mostly in heat instead, and even when she isn't, can't perceive colour), although she often seen in her dark uniform (she's an officer of the law). Wears long sleeves and warm clothes (she is cold-blooded).
Personality: Cool and normally rational, her mother has a tendency to bring out her temper. Hates the cold with a passion. Is bluntly honest, normally at points at which it would be better to tell a lie, although is also very good at defusing tense situations. Is cool in the face of fire, not blasé, just confident, and often violently ill after having a gun pointed at
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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