(Excerpt from Dr. Arthur Geer’s Journal)

1897, December 21st AC

I’ve spent the better part of the day locked up inside my office trying to relax with little to no success. This morning’s events were taxing, to say the least. A cup of cold coffee and what’s left of a stale biscuit is all I have had today, Lucy seems to be the only well fed one here anymore.

I stated in my last entry that we had lost another man today, the details of which I carefully neglected to address. Since coming to this God forsaken land on the edge of Muladah we’ve gone from twenty strong to only a hand full of people. Dr. Tanya Silts and myself make up what’s left of the research team, while Bill Tets and Joseph Andolla are what’s left of our armed guard.

Bill is...
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I've got some stuff that I have only on FA and DA that I think some people here may enjoy. Older works, new here.

Copy Paste from F-List.

I love digestion, and these are just some of the alternative methods of digestion I made a list off a while back. This is mostly so I have this list here as well.


{{{Bit of a thing of mine, more to come, but I really, really, R E A L L Y, like digestion. Don't ask me why, it's just part of my incredibly fucked up nature. These are some of the methods I've been toying with...

Putrification - Body becomes slowly liquefied by stomach bacteria. Leaves behind clothing and softened bone.

Distillation - Body is broken down then separated, the fine nutrients are kept and the bones/clothing remain behind.

Dehydration - Body becomes dried out and literally turns to dust. Bones and clothing left behind and...
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One of my rare RolePlays done with Takado from a while back. Combined and posted so all can be entertained.

SynDrome

~It was an odd day indeed, the sun was shinning brightly through the trees, how ever a golden fog blanketed the area, casting a warm but unsettling glow. This fog, however, was not of a meteorological nature, but one of botanical. A small cave lay in the heart of the fog, three long rocky tubes looming like smoke stacks, bellowing forth the golden mist. A dim opening towards the cave accented the bizarre creature, one of a fungal anatomy, growing along the walls. It smirked and looked about, watching the golden spores float along the air, excitement tickling it deeply as it's trap was now laid. It brushed aside...
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~Beneath the Fabric~
A white rabbit sits upon a stage, facing an empty audience.
He dons a white button up, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.
A comfy red sweater vest.
Beige slacks decorated with extra pockets.
Thin white socks hug his feet.
Brown loafers sit aside with out further use.
The curtains begin to dance, his soft eyes turn.
Their blue memorized by the flutter of red velvet.
Slowly, swirling towards him, the curtains surround him.
The golden ropes dangle and tug, pulling our hero up stage.
Towards the bulge, rising from the back.
It peeks at him, a mouth conceived of thread and fabric.
It opens, lolling forth it’s tongue.
The twirling fabric shoves the rabbit onto macabre red carpet.
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~Tastes and Smells~

Recently I’ve been having people ask me about why some of my characters have bubbles with images of food, drink, spices, and other things coming off them, mostly of their socks.

Like here… >ExampleFour.jpg

Here…>ExampleThree.jpg

And more recently here…>ExampleTwo.jpg

Well there are a few reasons as to why, all of which are pretty sick and morbid when you think about it.

First reason is I am a major sock fetishist, but mostly in terms of aesthetics with the occasional touching and rubbing. Smells and scents never really appealed to...
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~The Gol-go-lorn and the fox~

The final observations of a dying man.
A fox of a man.
He surveys what’s left oh him, battered and beaten, leaning against the wall.
A broken leg and cracked ribs.
Gash along his arm and blood trickling from his nose.
A mess of a man, lying amongst the debris of buildings and cars. His relaxed daily life now a war zoned affair.
Perhaps it’s luck it won’t last long for him.
Though his wounds are not fatal, his life is about to end. For the creator of the carnage before him now looms upon him.

The Gol-go-lorn, what a beast.
Looking like a fat weeping willow.
Green hair draping every where.
Eyes burning like two suns.
Teeth flat and spaced like a fence.
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Thank you to all who boosted my mood from my last journal. Sorry it was so whinny. But still, thank you guys for taking time to read my petty whines and commenting. :3

I thought it was pretty obvious, but about a day or two back, I in to a huge fight with some bloke I rped with off an on with over the years. I don't rp much, and when I do it's very vanilla. No sex, no strong language, not even cloths being removed most of the time. I always make that clear up front. Now, over the years I've played predator and prey and male and female, furry and human, so on and so forth. With the guy in question I usually played furry female prey, which isn't bad if your not to weird-ed out by playing the opposite gender. It actually was quite fun. :3 Granted if I ever did play an R-rated rp, I might be hosed. :/

Anyways, horribly off topic, we we're playing and he always wants a dirty rp, I won't go into detail, I always declined. after a while of begging...
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Just thought I'd share . . .

Stray + Abuse by Proxy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=337A1dz4AHM

Psy'aviah + Tired http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DytNZGKIIJA

Hocico + Death as a Gift http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DPAFe8IfgI

Jill Tracy + Treasure http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oC1NXWUnDyY

The Birthday Massacre + Shallow Grave ...
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