Queen Part 1 Sarah sighed to herself. She sat alone in the empty diner. She should have been happy, it was her 18th birthday and she was officially an adult. But being an orphan, it meant that she had a hard life ahead of her. This was the first morning she could remember that she didn't wake up and eat breakfast in the familiar orphanage kitchen. All she knew was her name was Sarah Candace Love and she didn't know what to do next with her life.
She stood up and brushed the crumbs from her measly breakfast off of her shirt. She was wearing a white short-sleeved V-Neck t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She was quite pretty, tan skin with bright green eyes and long chocolate brown hair. She was busty, with breasts a bit too large for her double d bra. Her hips were wide with a nice round butt that looked perfect in her jeans. She had a bit of a paunch in her stomach but it was nearly never noticed with her breasts taking most of the attention.
eugenics in bulkBy the time she was twelve they had already decided she would marry a man who could run a five minute mile and speak seven languages. They chose her a husband the same way they had chosen her eyes and her legs and the pale freckles that interrupted her nose - the same way their parents had designed their children and arranged their marriages, strategic.
Her father called her petite reine. He owned an antique chess board carved from ebony wood and maple. Some days she'd sneak into the library, pry open the old chequered box and pick out one of the queens, and she'd turn it round and round, searching for imperfections. It was a plain, ugly thing, huge and fat in her tiny grasp. She had wondered if he thought of her this way.
She wondered the same now.
Her hands were not her own. A businessman in a white coat had grown them slender and strong, built her carbon fiber bones and nails like arrowheads. Her mother reminded her of this when the
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
InfectiousLauren struggled to open her eyes, the lids heavy, the light in the room blinding. What time is it? It was evening when–
"You're awake, good"
Darren. They were having dinner when she–
"The sedative will wear off shortly, you'll be a bit groggy, and the epidural will make it impossible for you to move, but try not to be alarmed."
She forced her eyes open, blinked as they teared against the bright light of the room. Darren stood facing her, stripped to the waist, one hand cradling the other elbow, idly stroking his chin with his free hand.
"The van I brought you here in is radio opaque, and this entire building is wired such that we're untraceable. I don't expect company."
He moved to a chair opposite, still watching her. On the table beside him she could make out an array of tools, and a camera on a long articulated arm, which he pulled and pointed at his midsection while he continued to talk.
"It's entirely possible that you don't know why you're here, and if that's the cas
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
Megatron x OC (Submission for Contest)She trembled in the chains she was held in, her spark sinking as she realized help wasn't going to come. Biting her lip, she looked down, trying not to let anyone see the tears that welled in her optics, threatening to fall to the ground. She couldn't blame the Autobots for not coming; fliers weren't bots they just weren't. Her wings drooped as much as the chains would allow as she sighed and sniffled slightly, wishing she could wipe away the tears.
The door slid open and she tensed, not looking up, knowing from the heavy footsteps just who it was, biting back a whimper of fear. Megatron stopped in front of her and smirked. She would be an excellent addition to his army once she was reprogrammed of course. He turned to Shockwave who was standing at attention.
"You may begin." He walked away as Shockwave smirked and stepped forward, his optic flashing. The door slid closed as the femme screamed in fear and pain.
Less than a week later, Megatron looked down at the kneeling fi
Eyeless Jack x Fallen angel male reader #3 Its the next day and everything seems to be in order. No sign of a creepypasta anywhere maybe they just wanted to scare u. After you and Soul talked you guys went to sleep he still thinks that your hiding something from him. Now you and Ashley are in class and everyone is sitting in threes except you and Ashley. You kept hearing rumors that a new student is coming but you chose not to belive them. Just then (fav teacher) stared to talk, " Everyone I would like u to give a warm welcome to Jeff." He just walked in the class and didnt say anything and just sat down next to you and Ashley. You and Ashley tried to talk to him but he didnt talk back so you guys left him alone for the rest of the class.
TIME SKIP TO YOU AND SOUL IN THE HALL
"You know how halloween is coming around right" Soul asked you
"Yeah" "My friend John is trowing a costume party and i was thinking you and Ash (Ashley) could come with me" "That sounds awesome what are you going as" "A fireman" "T
So You're Becoming a TaurSo You're Becoming a Taur
Part of the Transformation Information Series
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This information pamphlet is meant to guide you through the difficult transition to a centauroid or "taur" body. Being a taur can be fun! Be careful and you'll prevent any "taurible" mistakes.
"Why Is This Happening?": Your Change
Many people have asked this basic question. In some cases, becoming a taur is entirely voluntary, thanks to GeneTech's cutting-edge TaurMe (tm) technology. In other cases, several national legal systems have alleged that our experimental nanite varieties are to blame. GeneTech assumes no liability for these accidental product releases, as any alleged releases were due to the actions of terminated employees, but is proud to offer free product support to encourage the Taur Lifestyle (tm) and make sure you are happy with the effects. Thus far, voluntary TaurMe (tm) users are limited to GeneTech employees, so if you're reading this, consider yourself a lucky "voluntaur!"
Bait JobConrad watched the trap intently. It looked perfect, the bait was planted and the trigger was hanging on a sliver. If the target wasnt caught this time, fate must really have it in for him.
His partner, Shandra, chewed a piece of gum as she watched, unimpressed. Looks real nice and everything, she said, adjusting her grip on the hefty piece of equipment slung over her shoulder. But you and I both know its not going for that donut.
Their quarry was a creature called a Quarrite, and it was the kind of thing you might get if you crossed a polar bear and a chunk of granite. Their research station was located in a very hostile and remote part of the country, and they were used to having to deal with threats such as this. Fortunately for them, the Quarrite, much like a regular bear, found sweet foods irresistible, and made their capture much easier.
Even if it doesnt get caught in the trap, Conrad replied, I still have the tranq gun