Blood and Bullets 2 by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
Blood and Bullets 2
Brian cut pieces of apple with a knife as cigarette smoke filled the apartment kitchen. The kitchen was clean, but Brian himself wore a dirty shirt and ripped cargo pants. He adjusted his glasses before he went back to carve more apples more like it was a therapeutic practice than a practical one. His every careful cut practiced like a craftsman. As he admired his handiwork, there was a tap on his window. Ashley the vampire hung upside down outside on the fire escape. She winked and waved, “Sup’ Brian.” He adjusted his glasses, but otherwise he showed little concern to the fact that a pale, red eyed, vampire girl outside of his window. In fact, he opened it. “Nearly dawn.” She nodded, “Got shot so I need new clothes. Got a gun for you.” Brian exhaled smoke, “Alright. Come in.” Now invited, Ashley entered. She handed him the .38 special she picked up off the guy that shot her and she drained him of blood to repair herself. She shuttered at the memory of her feral fury, “Tried
A Pirate Walks into a Dollshop by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
A Pirate Walks into a Dollshop
A bell rang to herald William entering the Toy Store. He wore a pirate costume since he didn't have time to change after his shift at a restaurant on a busy Valentine's Day rush. He himself was in a rush to get a special gift to his girlfriend. As he commuted to work each day, the toy store caught his eye. William sighed. He loved his girlfriend, Mary. However, when she revealed to him that she was one of the many witches in the world, the pressure to be a dutiful boyfriend certainly skyrocketed! He hoped that her love of historical things would carry into knick-knacks like antique toys. It was a old fashioned appearing store full of just walls and shelves. Toys covered the aisles and shelves. They ranged from wooden puppets, cloth dolls, Jack In The boxes, and even more modern toys like plastic Barbie's and action figures. Behind the counter was a blonde almost look like a doll herself with pristine smooth skin and wide blue eyes. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her just past
Fables of the High Sea Part 1 Text Version by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
Fables of the High Sea Part 1 Text Version
Robert Stevenson drowned his sorrows in booze as he slumped at his barstool. The stool constructed of half of a barrel with its worn, sun-bleached cushion offered little support on the soft sand. However, it made for a great sign if a patron had one too many. The coast-side bar offered a great view of ships as the sailed in and out of the harbor of Cape Jasmine. A great fort on the heights overlooked the harbor with the purple flag emblazoned with the white Gardenia flower to represent the Empire that shared its name. Down at the beachside bar for harbor monkeys like him, Robert drank his boredom away. He viewed the brew as medicine for his back and limbs ached from dock work. The music of the nearby ocean waves and sea bird calls nearly made him forget his lot in life. His body landlocked on the seaside port as if an anchor kept him there. More ships meant more menial labor for scraps of pay so he could enjoy his one joy in life, drink. The Tipsy Mermaid bar was run by a crafty
A Wish for a Witch on Valentine's Day by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
A Wish for a Witch on Valentine's Day
Sarah, the Apprentice Witch, found herself cataloguing magical artifacts. One of these was an old brass oil lamp that looked like a genie’s lamp. She rubbed it almost as a joke and to satisfy curiosity. Imagine Sarah’s surprise as smoke bellowed out and took the form of a woman! She was a light skinned, red headed woman dressed in classic Arabian attire from a yellow bikini top, green bedlah pants and a pointy-toed shoes. She had on earrings, but also genie manacle bonds on her wrists. Sarah could sense the magical power that radiated from this genie. The genie bowed. “I’m Martha, the genie of the lamp. What is your name Master?” “Sarah.” The witch replied. She couldn’t believe her luck, “What could a witch do with a genie wish?” Martha was surprised, “Oh you’re a witch? I appear to attract those.” Sarah, intrigued, put that aside for now and wanted to get to wishin’! “I’m already a powerful witch, but often people fear me when they find out.” Sarah giggled, “Sure, I can just
Year of the Dragon by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
Year of the Dragon
One winter in the high mountains, a baby was left abandoned. Different causes of death raced to be the first to claim the infant: cold, hunger, or animals to name a few. Fate spared this baby as pair-bonded dragons flew through the mountains. Their long, serpentine bodies rose and fell through the clouds, and their manes and antlers gave them a noble aura. They each had long whiskers as well that flowed with their movements. The patriarch had fiery red scales with sandy underbelly. The matriarch had deep blue scales and a more golden scaled underbelly. Such beings as large as a barge as they sailed through the air as easily as a snake slithered on the ground may never have noticed such a small thing. The cries of the human infant caught the ear of the blue matriarch. She paused and sailed down to the source. “Da Jiang,” She spoke to her love, “Why would anyone leave a child here like this?” “I do not know, Tian Kuo.” The Red Dragon answered perplexed. He stroked under his muzzle
Comfort and Joy - Story + AI images by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
Comfort and Joy - Story + AI images
The Christmas lights cast an eerie glow on the snow in the Town’s streets. Alan Diaz had to go off to navigate through the streets. The sudden snowfall left Alan disoriented as he walked the town streets alone. The cold killed his phone, and he wandered lost. Thankfully, Alan’s mom texted him that morning that bad storms were supposed to hit that evening, so Alan walked from his apartment to his work to avoid driving risks. He had layered up with a thick coat, a red scarf. and a red toboggan. He doubled up sweaters with a grey one over a red one. and blue jeans over pajama pants to help insulate it. He hoped his boots could keep traction in the icy conditions. Sure enough, the snow warning made many people stay home to leave the miserable Alan alone as he struggled home from work. Snow started to fall as predicted after nightfall, and it picked up the pace every second. What started off as a sky of gentle snowfall soon turned into one full of snowflakes in a matter of minutes.
Blood and Bullets 2 by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
Blood and Bullets 2
Brian cut pieces of apple with a knife as cigarette smoke filled the apartment kitchen. The kitchen was clean, but Brian himself wore a dirty shirt and ripped cargo pants. He adjusted his glasses before he went back to carve more apples more like it was a therapeutic practice than a practical one. His every careful cut practiced like a craftsman. As he admired his handiwork, there was a tap on his window. Ashley the vampire hung upside down outside on the fire escape. She winked and waved, “Sup’ Brian.” He adjusted his glasses, but otherwise he showed little concern to the fact that a pale, red eyed, vampire girl outside of his window. In fact, he opened it. “Nearly dawn.” She nodded, “Got shot so I need new clothes. Got a gun for you.” Brian exhaled smoke, “Alright. Come in.” Now invited, Ashley entered. She handed him the .38 special she picked up off the guy that shot her and she drained him of blood to repair herself. She shuttered at the memory of her feral fury, “Tried
A Pirate Walks into a Dollshop by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
A Pirate Walks into a Dollshop
A bell rang to herald William entering the Toy Store. He wore a pirate costume since he didn't have time to change after his shift at a restaurant on a busy Valentine's Day rush. He himself was in a rush to get a special gift to his girlfriend. As he commuted to work each day, the toy store caught his eye. William sighed. He loved his girlfriend, Mary. However, when she revealed to him that she was one of the many witches in the world, the pressure to be a dutiful boyfriend certainly skyrocketed! He hoped that her love of historical things would carry into knick-knacks like antique toys. It was a old fashioned appearing store full of just walls and shelves. Toys covered the aisles and shelves. They ranged from wooden puppets, cloth dolls, Jack In The boxes, and even more modern toys like plastic Barbie's and action figures. Behind the counter was a blonde almost look like a doll herself with pristine smooth skin and wide blue eyes. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her just past
Fables of the High Sea Part 1 Text Version by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
Fables of the High Sea Part 1 Text Version
Robert Stevenson drowned his sorrows in booze as he slumped at his barstool. The stool constructed of half of a barrel with its worn, sun-bleached cushion offered little support on the soft sand. However, it made for a great sign if a patron had one too many. The coast-side bar offered a great view of ships as the sailed in and out of the harbor of Cape Jasmine. A great fort on the heights overlooked the harbor with the purple flag emblazoned with the white Gardenia flower to represent the Empire that shared its name. Down at the beachside bar for harbor monkeys like him, Robert drank his boredom away. He viewed the brew as medicine for his back and limbs ached from dock work. The music of the nearby ocean waves and sea bird calls nearly made him forget his lot in life. His body landlocked on the seaside port as if an anchor kept him there. More ships meant more menial labor for scraps of pay so he could enjoy his one joy in life, drink. The Tipsy Mermaid bar was run by a crafty
A Wish for a Witch on Valentine's Day by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
A Wish for a Witch on Valentine's Day
Sarah, the Apprentice Witch, found herself cataloguing magical artifacts. One of these was an old brass oil lamp that looked like a genie’s lamp. She rubbed it almost as a joke and to satisfy curiosity. Imagine Sarah’s surprise as smoke bellowed out and took the form of a woman! She was a light skinned, red headed woman dressed in classic Arabian attire from a yellow bikini top, green bedlah pants and a pointy-toed shoes. She had on earrings, but also genie manacle bonds on her wrists. Sarah could sense the magical power that radiated from this genie. The genie bowed. “I’m Martha, the genie of the lamp. What is your name Master?” “Sarah.” The witch replied. She couldn’t believe her luck, “What could a witch do with a genie wish?” Martha was surprised, “Oh you’re a witch? I appear to attract those.” Sarah, intrigued, put that aside for now and wanted to get to wishin’! “I’m already a powerful witch, but often people fear me when they find out.” Sarah giggled, “Sure, I can just
Year of the Dragon by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
Year of the Dragon
One winter in the high mountains, a baby was left abandoned. Different causes of death raced to be the first to claim the infant: cold, hunger, or animals to name a few. Fate spared this baby as pair-bonded dragons flew through the mountains. Their long, serpentine bodies rose and fell through the clouds, and their manes and antlers gave them a noble aura. They each had long whiskers as well that flowed with their movements. The patriarch had fiery red scales with sandy underbelly. The matriarch had deep blue scales and a more golden scaled underbelly. Such beings as large as a barge as they sailed through the air as easily as a snake slithered on the ground may never have noticed such a small thing. The cries of the human infant caught the ear of the blue matriarch. She paused and sailed down to the source. “Da Jiang,” She spoke to her love, “Why would anyone leave a child here like this?” “I do not know, Tian Kuo.” The Red Dragon answered perplexed. He stroked under his muzzle
Comfort and Joy - Story + AI images by manymasksmanyfaces, literature
Literature
Comfort and Joy - Story + AI images
The Christmas lights cast an eerie glow on the snow in the Town’s streets. Alan Diaz had to go off to navigate through the streets. The sudden snowfall left Alan disoriented as he walked the town streets alone. The cold killed his phone, and he wandered lost. Thankfully, Alan’s mom texted him that morning that bad storms were supposed to hit that evening, so Alan walked from his apartment to his work to avoid driving risks. He had layered up with a thick coat, a red scarf. and a red toboggan. He doubled up sweaters with a grey one over a red one. and blue jeans over pajama pants to help insulate it. He hoped his boots could keep traction in the icy conditions. Sure enough, the snow warning made many people stay home to leave the miserable Alan alone as he struggled home from work. Snow started to fall as predicted after nightfall, and it picked up the pace every second. What started off as a sky of gentle snowfall soon turned into one full of snowflakes in a matter of minutes.
(Various M and F to Pokemon Mass TF) There was no reason behind it. It was a virus that spread from sound alone, infectious cries doing the impossible: turning people into Pokemon. Just a single cry was enough to doom a person to a life in a new body, with a new mind—and the city was so very full of such cries. A Salazzle smirked, pressing Mike against a wall. He’d seen this happen to each of his friends, one at a time. She’d, disgustingly, had her Shrubbish companion plug their ears with something that was hopefully far more sterile than it smelled. Then, one by one, she’d removed the plugs, hissing into their ears and reveling as they changed into Pokemon. Then she’d let them scurry away, not a human thought left in their heads. Would it hurt when it happened to him? Would it be terrifying? Mike had imagined so, had pictured her cool reptilian skin pressing against his and quavering at the taunting look in her eyes. He wasn’t ready for how warm she was, or how smooth her skin
Hey everyone! I hope that you all had a good year this year. ^^ It's taking over a decade but I'm almost to 700 watchers which is crazy to think. Since I have been done with my thesis that I was working on last year, I've been trying to increase my writing production. AI art has certainly been a bonus in terms of creating visual references, and I'm still commissioning artists because they are irreplaceable. I'm curious, any comments on my output this year?
Another question watchers: are you interested in the lives of mermaids and stories about that or would you rather it be transformation and TG? What about when it's just the mermaid shifting between legs and fail, lol tail?