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The Story of Sam Part 2 (Commission tg)“This is not helping!” Sam shouted as they took off her blindfold to reveal she was in a red, frilly dress like a Renaissance fair lady complete with bridal gloves. She groaned and stomped the floor spinning around to face the giggling Misty and Liz, “If I still had manhood it’d shrivel up right now. Why do you even have this here?”The Story of Sam Part 2 (Commission tg) by manymasksmanyfaces
Misty was a lanky girl with messy brown hair. She had a great build for cosplay so she frequently did it with her own costumes. A huge Nintendo fan, she frequently constructed outfits either from official art or of her own design that would always draw attention at cons. She was back on a Zelda inspiration kick. She had an outfit designed after the villainous Veran she jokingly wanted Sam to try on once as well as an obligatory Link and Zelda which they did go with at the nearest con last year.
Now the art major sought more exotic costume designs. For instance, she was working on a Keaton costume with the three plu
Duels of Matrimony Mages: Aronthal vs AvaAronhal was enjoying a pristine day in the gardens as he read new books and even a few old scrolls of mermaid research from long past. While many humanoids preferred to sit on the stone benches, the satyr felt comfortable perched on them like a goat on a rock. His red coat and beard made many young children think that he was some sort of holiday spirit in disguise, but he was as serious magical researcher as they come despite his jolly disposition.Duels of Matrimony Mages: Aronthal vs Ava by manymasksmanyfaces
He put the mermaid books and scrolls into his sack then pulled out his notes on potion equations. He and his friend Darren, a potion specialist, felt that they were getting close to a breakthrough. He mapped out a number of potions’ effects and felt pretty good about the possibilities until something hit the back of his head.
The Saytr turned around to see a ball bounce away from him. It bounced towards three woman who were fans of that Goth niche that had permeated the school. The only thing they liked more than black was covering the
Julia, the Summer WitchJulia, the Summer Witch by manymasksmanyfaces
The sun situated comfortably over a cove with a white sandy beach and tropical trees around the brim. The water in the bay was tranquil, and all but one of the seasonal witches gathered to enjoy the sea breeze of the domain of summer. The three: winter, spring, and summer all had their familiars and those that tagged along.
Harmony had an extra large umbrella covering her as she sat in her beach chair. A cooler sat beside her with sodas and glasses of milk (and bags of cookies) but no ice. She took out a soda and one could see the condensation of the drink turning to frost from her touch. She had a white one piece swimsuit that had an impression of mistletoe on her left side. Additionally, comically large sunglasses graced her face to protect her from the brightness of the sun.
Newlyn sat to the winter witch’s right and also had an umbrella shielding her fair skin from the high sun. The maternal witch ate bits of mango from a bowl while she kept an eye on the familiars who
David's First Master (contest entry)David appeared out of his bottle for the first time and never felt more liberated in his life. That place was a homey prison but prison nonetheless. It was bad enough he was trapped in there helpless, but worse that he could not communicate with his fiancée who he missed more than anything else in his life as a human. He could handle that Martha brought him low and took him from his home, but the cruelest punishment that wicked genie inflicted on him by turning him into a genie was separating him from Amelia.David's First Master (contest entry) by manymasksmanyfaces
He came out with his yellow genie tail. It was strange for David to be floating like he was. The turban still covered his head and long golden bracelets over his arms. Fortunately, he retained his wedding ring.
Instead of Amelia's smiling face greeting the reluctant genie saw a well built man who looked like a mechanic. They were on the side of the road with the man’s Ford Explorer pulled over near a stop sign. David guessed that the man saw his lamp while stopped. Wh
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 3)Wishful Thinking (Chapter 3) by MikaAndKuri
If anyone were to call me a social, exciting, or fun kind of person…then they’d be wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, but these facts are unproven. I tend not to interact too much with others. I’m an introvert…I feel safest and most independent when I’m given space. It’s not that I don’t like other people and I too get lonely…but I just don’t like the feeling of other people breathing down my neck. I’m still polite to others and I still try to be kind to other people, but I usually keep to myself, and that’s just he way I am.
So you can imagine what kind of trouble Sapphire has been for me.
“Master, are you well?” She asked me for the third time that morning.
“How many times do I have to say it?” I asked in exasperation “I’m fine, Sapphire.”
“But you do nothing but sit and stare at the tel-e-vis-ion.” Sapphire moaned. “You act like a statue…unmoving.” She
Music's Curse: Chapter ThreeThe morning sunlight trickled warmly through the window, and softly struck James’ back, raising him slowly from his slumber, which held what he thought to be a dream. No, a nightmare was more like it. Nevertheless, he couldn’t remember a time that he had slept this well and felt genuinely good about waking up. As he thought about his surroundings, he noticed the sun on his back, signaling that it had to be sometime around noon. As he thought about his setting more, he realized that it was a Friday. Which also meant that it was a school day. And he was sleeping.Music's Curse: Chapter Three by Maxatax1029
He bolted out of what he thought to be his bed and ran on all fours to try and get ready for school. As he saw his black and white surroundings he stopped dead in his tracks. He then noticed he was on all fours. Like an animal. More specifically, like a pichu. He pushed off of his forelegs and examined the paws he needed to be hands.
He fell backwards into a sitting position as tears swelled into his eyes. Every sing