Lilith and Simon: RolePlay"Mm....yep." Simon said flatly, gazing back at himself in the mirror, turning a few times to get every angle of the armor. It wasn't much. A simplistic cubic helmet that wouldn't look out of place in Minecraft which fit snugly upon his head, though the cube of a helmet and Simon's spherical head meant it wouldn't take getting hit well. Second was the chest plate, which was two pieces of cardboard held to the front and back of his chest by twine. He curled his fingers into a fist and struck the surface of the board, feeling a minimal impact. Not that it would matter, since he wasn't trying to deflect real weapons.
Speaking of weapons, resting upon his back, locked into place by small halos of string and indents in the cardboard, were his sword and shield. The shield was a slightly thicker piece of cardboard, cut in a 5-sided shape with uneven sides, like a misshapen pentagon. The sword was just a toothpick, packed tightly in duct tape, with the hilt and blade separated by a button.
Justice UnawareJustice UnawareJustice Unaware2 years ago in Settings
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**Story involving a cow/girl anthromorph named Berlin. Involves unaware facesitting, farting, and heavy crushing. If you're not of fan of the above, don't read. Cheers!**
Theo easily picked the lock on the dishevelled old door. It was barely a lock to begin with, and not what one would consider secure. Who would want to enter these run down premises anyway, what with the old torn drapes, peeling paint and cracked window glass. It was an old area of Mandrake City, situated near the container pier. In years gone past these homes were beautiful, if a little rustic in their appearance. Now they were all owned by the same few wealthy families who did little maintenance, and rented them out to the desperate, or folks wanting to hide.
Berlin was one such woman and she fell into the temporarily desperate category. She landed a job as a receptionist due to the fact she was well spoken. They hired her over the phone of course…had they known she was a splicer she'd never have gott
Play TimeA young, voluptuous, blonde-haired woman kneeled in front of a circle drawn on the ground with what appeared to be white chalk on some pavement in an enclosed area outside, which was really only her backyard. She had come across a book about magic and spells, one of which was summoning someone to her position and shrinking them. She liked the idea of having a little person at her mercy, but wasn't holding out much hope for this to be real.Play Time6 years ago in Fantasy
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She began to chant as the book instructed beside the poorly-drawn circle and designs in it, and became so immersed in it, she didn't even notice the white lines glowing pink. After a few minutes, a bright flash suddenly appeared, and with it a small figure, smaller than even a doll. He had curly brown hair and was holding what looked like a sword, doing a few movements before he realized something was not right.
"Oh my god, it worked! It actually worked," she yelled out, delighted by this development, and caused the figure below to drop his sword and
Justice Unaware Part 3Justice Unaware Part 3Justice Unaware Part 32 years ago in Profiles
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The atmosphere at the office was certainly more jovial now that Constance no longer worked there. She was now a more or less permanent resident of the state run rehabilitation center along with her fiancée Andre. The news said that police had concluded after a short investigation disgruntled clients of Polcheck and Associates had entered their residence late at night, beating the couple into a near vegetative state. Having been nearly two weeks since the incident, Berlin grew more and more confident that the matter was over and done with. Any neighbours who would have seen anything either didn't exist, didn't care or should have already come forward. As it was, she was content in the less hostile environment, an instigator of negative energy, gossip and bitchiness now decisively cast out.
While typing away on her keyboard, Berlin noticed the short security guard, Douglas, passing by her desk more and more frequently. She'd smile as he went by out of politeness, b
To Stall a Giantess-part 1You skitter along the ground. You know you have to be quick if you are to avoid the woman living here. You've heard the stories; some giants are very dangerous, and even violent towards your kind.To Stall a Giantess-part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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You carry the food along with you, pulling it behind you. It sits on a wheeled wooden board, which is tied to your back by a rope. This rope is made from fishing wire you stole from a fishing kit in the house next door, and the wheels on the board are made from beads you took from a little girl's room. You help yourself often. At your size, whatever you take nearly goes unnoticed. This doubles with food, as most often just a few crumbs will be enough for you.
You live alone. Some time ago, you lived with a small community of those like you. Called "tinies" by the humans, your kind has scraped out a living from the underbellies of society, scavenging from scraps and hiding in hollow walls or under floorboards like rodents. The indignity of your meager lifestyle escapes you, as you have known l