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             Dr. Pamela Isley filled the laptop's screen, and she filled it beautifully. A halter top and little shorts framed her curvaceous figure, and that red hair highlighted her floral tattoos. She made Barker forget his malaria.“Pamela, you're looking fine,” Barker breathed.The encrypted image shuddered. Her lovely voice crackled. [[ You're not looking bad yourself, Barker,]] she cooed, raising his temperature. [[[ You got what I want?]]“I've got what you want, baby,” Hogan said over Barker's shoulder. He leered into the screen. “Hot damn! Is that angel who I think she is?”A sexy blond with girlish pigtails tipped with cotton candy ...

Based on the characters Aubrey and Jolie in the comic "Sea Legs" by Phobos-Romulus.  Check it out!   Sea Legs- CH 1- Cover   And the art of Joseph Broers, zombiequadrille. Check out his amazing work! H.P. Lovecraft's Dagon Youth, inexperience, and dark elder things don't go together. Trust me, they don't. Growing up inflicts its cuts and bites, its sour aftertaste and disappointments, but the young can survive that process. But they cannot survive the horrors ready to extinguish the sane world in an instant. Nay, a mind must be sharp, awake to reality and wise before cracking the pages of the dread Necrononicon. To behold the Great Old...

 Inspired by the Senya Comic by Alexi-C         https://alexi-c.deviantart.com/gallery/65089275/Senya-Comic   Nurse Medea prepared her instruments with care. She adjusted her spectacles, reading the bio signs they delivered. Yes, her patient was reviving. Good. But a bit of urging was required.She swatted Jessamine's taunt buttocks. "Wake up, honey! I've work to do!""Mmmmp?!" Jessamine twisted around. She blinked and tried to focus. Her eyes were rummy. Irritation and tears welled up. She tried to wipe her eyes and couldn't reach them. Panic flashing, she looked around. She was dangling in a cool, clinical chamber. The air smelled of filte...

The bones of seven armies surrounded the mountain fortress of Were Dungeon. Kings and lords wanting the riches guarded by nature's walls and those thrown up by men sent legions into the Murky Mountains only to see them perish. The land poisoned them with deadly fruit and herbs, inedible game and tainted water. The hardier souls were slain by vicious night things or killed in treacherous passes. More than one courageous and especially greedy legion had reached Were Dungeon's gates only to find disaster. The Monks of the Great Old Ones were deadly fighters. Their ancient magics cut down many warriors. Kourt saw a skull near the keep's bridge...

Inspired by  Roscoe Meets Cass  Old star hands of  Proxima Prime had a saying: When you go into Gallaway's, go in with an attitude.Cassidy wasn't a stranger to the port dive. She was pure attitude when she strutted through the doors. Her black thigh boots and mini dress—both cut from manicore leather—and the K-7 blaster she was hefting said “very bad attitude.” Her gray eyes were bright and her blond tresses were lovely, but none of the  humans, cyborgs, and alien species carousing at the bar and the gallery above accosted her.A stain on the floor reminded patrons to keep their hands to themselves.Babble in a dozen languages and ancient j...

Why Miss Peach was Late    Story resulted in this picture by carmagHadrian de Groot looked up from his cluttered desk and at the mantle clock. The time displeased him. Captain Figg looked up from his newspaper and read the detective's expression. "She's only been gone an hour, de Groot," Figg wearily advised."I told Miss Peach to acquire a copy of Lord Tennyson's poems," the Dutchman griped. "How difficult could that be?""A special, annotated edition of his works, de Groot, old boy," Figg countered. "You can't just pop down to the local newsstand and find one. She was going to that bookstore she likes." "Miss Peach, she is the lollygaggin...

Inspired by CTHULHU'S AGE OF IRON   and   steampunk gal Comfort greeted Captain Oswald Goldsmith Wedgwood when he entered the Hindostanee's private dining room. Aromas of fine tobacco and savory curries scented the air. Exotic mementos and paintings of distant lands decorated the walls. Gentlemen and their ladies were just sitting down to dinner. His host, Stanford, introduced him to the other guests and their host, a young, but imposing man named Professor George Edward Challenger.Stanford had warned him how intimidating Challenger could be, and he certainly didn't exaggerate. Challenger was making a name for himself as an explorer and...