Eye of the Beholder - Chapter 3 by YellowMane, literature
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Eye of the Beholder - Chapter 3
Greta stared out of the window, wondering if this would be for the last time. As often as Chris assured her that all precautions where taken, as often as the nurses and doctors explained the procedure, it never eased her mind. The entire operation was new and so many problems could crop up at so many different times. She was to be injected with nanites designed to stop the bleeding at the incision point, greatly mitigating blood loss. But what if the nanites didn't clot like they were supposed to? Or what if they clotted at the wrong point? The nanites would also greatly reduce the body's rejection of the prosthetics, repairing damaged cells as needed and keeping infections at bay. But what if the nanites overworked, acting more like a type of cancer, or they failed to remove viruses or bacteria while her body was at its weakest? Much of the actual operation was to be done by a machine for its precision, with the doctor and nurses present as observers and stand-bys should
The Eye of the Beholder - Chapter 2 by YellowMane, literature
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The Eye of the Beholder - Chapter 2
"Sign here ... and here ... and initial here ... and date here ..." Angela Well flipped page after page, pointing out lines that needed be filled, and Greta dutifully filled each in, adding what was needed in a neat hand writing. "Ok! That's it!" Angela smiled as she took up the thick stack of papers and settled them into a manilla envelope. "That's it?" Greta rubbed at her hand, massaging it carefully. "That's it! I just need to take this to our legal clerk." Angela paused and leaned forwards. "But ... I've gotta ask. Why? I've read over the legal documents and ... this is pretty life changing. Why?" Greta blushed and seemed to shrink back into her chair a little. "I don't know, exactly. I guess to change myself ... hoping this will help me better myself in some way." Angela held the gaze for a moment before letting out soft sigh and pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with an index finger. "No pressure, Mrs. Thomas. I was just curious. Anyway. I do wish
The Doll House Winding Key User's Manual by YellowMane, literature
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The Doll House Winding Key User's Manual
The Doll House The Doll House doll offers an On Demand companion, sexual partner, assistant, and household tool in one package. With reasonable care, the doll will provide years of service for its Owner and allows many options for modifying or upgrading your doll's mind and body to suit any number of desires or needs. Keys Your doll is a wind-up product, and depends on proper and timely winding to perform correctly. The Doll House provides many options and choices for winding keys that will be used to create your perfect doll. Each key, differentiated by material, locks into the appropriate doll’s gearbox and provides a different service life of the doll. Proper selection and maintenance will enhance your enjoyment of your doll and its services. Please note that no product of the Doll House comes as self-winding or for self-use as delivered. Bronze The Bronze keys turn its wearer into a wind-up doll for a limited duration. Similar to Brass, the duration is timed. The timeframe
I've been on Deviant Art for quite some time and have amassed quite the collection of Deviant Favorites. And while sorting through and organizing those entries, I made quite a disconcerting discovery, particularly for one who followed the ways of the OCD. If the poster of one of your favorites archives the favorite, you lose access to that entry, but it still counts towards your total favorites. You can't move it. You can't remove it. You can't view it. Let's just face it. You just can't Torquemada anything! With that revelation, I've elected to remove many of my favorites (but keeping the artist in my Follower list), and instead, either bookmarking the favorite in my browser or downloading the favorite and archiving it on my PC. I've tried twice communicating with DA about this, with the second time actually getting a response. And while I AM correct in my assumption that the invisible favorites ARE ones archived, sadly, they have no way of removing those archived favorites
The Eye of the Beholder - Chapter 1 by YellowMane, literature
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The Eye of the Beholder - Chapter 1
Greta gave a soft grumbled moan as she rested her face against her palms. She worked a thankless job as the receptionist for CyberSollutions Personnel and had just directed the call for what seemed like the tenth rude executive in a row that day. And other than the few friends she had made in the company by chance, her only company throughout the days were the guests who stopped to ask for directions to various points in the building and the silent, motionless, and encased examples of what the company manufactured; life like automatons. "Wow. Rough day already, Gret? It's not even noon yet." Greta looked up to find one of the few friends she had made at the company. "Hey, Chris. Yeah. Something major is going on and every executive associated is calling up with a stick up their asses. And it feels like I'm the one that either has to pull it out or push them to the one who can." Chris pursed his lips in thought before nodding and sighing. "Yeah. I'm getting that from my boss
The Bureau - Races (work in progress) by YellowMane, literature
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The Bureau - Races (work in progress)
RACES Fae The Fae are creatures who hail from a sister reality to our own known as the Other. They are creatures that represent nature, chance, and decadence. While not creatures of chaos, they are not of law, either, deciding to blaze their own trail through life. High Elf The High Elves, both Light and Dark, embody all that is beautiful and artistic, and like many tortured artists, they are fickle creatures. Those with High Elf ancestry tend to be more beautiful or have greater charisma than those around them, but also tend to be a bit more moody and flighty. High Elves tend to have greater success at convincing others or garnering a following, but might also be more prone to changing their minds. Most often, however, once a pact, promise, or deal is struct, it might as well be written in stone with blood. 1D4 bonus on Social, Media Mogul, and Front Man Rolls Leprechaun Leprechauns are creatures of avarice. Not greedy or stingy, per se, but they are more reluctant to spend
JOBS Rolling on a job attempt entails the DM choosing how difficult the job should be. A good start should be easy, such as picking a target roll of, say 3 to 5 on a D20. The higher up a line of reasoning becomes, the higher the target rolls should be, as fine tuning the information becomes more difficult due to how specialized the desired outcome should be. As the JOB levels up, more bonuses are applied to the end roll, reflecting how experienced the JOB bearer is. (Example : David, the INVENTOR, is wanting to build a Flux Capacitor. The prototype is crude is mainly intended as a proof of concept. The INVENTOR needs to roll a 7 on a D20 and David rolls a 5. However, David has leveled up being an INVENTOR once and can apply a +1 to his roll, making his result a 6.) The more advanced the target result becomes, the harder it should be to obtain the desired roll, but the end result should reflect how difficult the end product should be compared to its starting off
The Bureau - Introduction by YellowMane, literature
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The Bureau - Introduction
The Bureau The Bureau, for the moment, is intended to be an add-on to the Cortex story telling RPG, adding some extra details for character building and options for finer characterization and role play for players and world building for the Dungeon Master. As with any Roll Playing game, the ultimate decision on how to use this guide is up to the Dungeon Master. As the saying goes, The House always wins. If one intends to use this guide, feel free to pick and choose as to what suits your play style best. Background "We dedicate ourselves to stand in the gap between the light and the dark, to protect the innocent and the defenseless, and to avenge those who have fallen to the storm of the darkness." Headed by Thaddeus White, the Bureau is an organization set up to investigate the paranormal, mediate between the normal world and the paranormal world, and the neutralize any threat that wishes to harm the innocent from either side. While they may obtain items of the strange and
Phillip ran, pushing past pedestrians walking in the opposite direction, pushing past pedestrians moving the same direction. Anyone directly in front of him were fare game. They weren't the ones being pursued, being hunted like a fox ... no ... like a scared rabbit. Phillip ran like Lucifer, himself, were at his heels. Turning off into a dark alley, he pulled out the one thing he knew could save him and clutched the electric torch, the life preserver for his drowning soul. Once he knew he was out of view of any prying eyes, past the garbage bin set out for whatever establishment opened up into the alley, Phillip aimed the torch at the wall and set his thumb on the switch. He then noticed that the sound of the traffic, vehicular and foot, began to dim, along with what meager illumination the dingy florescent lights in the alley cast. He heard the slow steady footsteps, boot heels clicking on the grimy pavement from the street. But it was the whistling that unnerved him enough to
Chapter 1 : Grand Opening
The sun was spreading its warmth and light across the beach and boardwalk. Beach goers, both local and tourists, moved about enjoying the day. Veronica and Vivian made their way through the crowd towards the concession stands to pick up a quick bite before hitting the waters and the sand. Vivian, her pixie style red hair contrasted against her Lettuce green bikini and making her stand out. She ignored the looks put her way as she began ordering her hot dog from the vendor. Veronica, her chocolate skin showing through her sapphire blue bikini soaked in the rays where her sun hat's shade allowed it. She held up a h
The Doll House Winding Key User's Manual by YellowMane, literature
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The Doll House Winding Key User's Manual
The Doll House The Doll House doll offers an On Demand companion, sexual partner, assistant, and household tool in one package. With reasonable care, the doll will provide years of service for its Owner and allows many options for modifying or upgrading your doll's mind and body to suit any number of desires or needs. Keys Your doll is a wind-up product, and depends on proper and timely winding to perform correctly. The Doll House provides many options and choices for winding keys that will be used to create your perfect doll. Each key, differentiated by material, locks into the appropriate doll’s gearbox and provides a different service life of the doll. Proper selection and maintenance will enhance your enjoyment of your doll and its services. Please note that no product of the Doll House comes as self-winding or for self-use as delivered. Bronze The Bronze keys turn its wearer into a wind-up doll for a limited duration. Similar to Brass, the duration is timed. The timeframe
I've been on Deviant Art for quite some time and have amassed quite the collection of Deviant Favorites. And while sorting through and organizing those entries, I made quite a disconcerting discovery, particularly for one who followed the ways of the OCD. If the poster of one of your favorites archives the favorite, you lose access to that entry, but it still counts towards your total favorites. You can't move it. You can't remove it. You can't view it. Let's just face it. You just can't Torquemada anything! With that revelation, I've elected to remove many of my favorites (but keeping the artist in my Follower list), and instead, either bookmarking the favorite in my browser or downloading the favorite and archiving it on my PC. I've tried twice communicating with DA about this, with the second time actually getting a response. And while I AM correct in my assumption that the invisible favorites ARE ones archived, sadly, they have no way of removing those archived favorites
The Bureau - Races (work in progress) by YellowMane, literature
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The Bureau - Races (work in progress)
RACES Fae The Fae are creatures who hail from a sister reality to our own known as the Other. They are creatures that represent nature, chance, and decadence. While not creatures of chaos, they are not of law, either, deciding to blaze their own trail through life. High Elf The High Elves, both Light and Dark, embody all that is beautiful and artistic, and like many tortured artists, they are fickle creatures. Those with High Elf ancestry tend to be more beautiful or have greater charisma than those around them, but also tend to be a bit more moody and flighty. High Elves tend to have greater success at convincing others or garnering a following, but might also be more prone to changing their minds. Most often, however, once a pact, promise, or deal is struct, it might as well be written in stone with blood. 1D4 bonus on Social, Media Mogul, and Front Man Rolls Leprechaun Leprechauns are creatures of avarice. Not greedy or stingy, per se, but they are more reluctant to spend
JOBS Rolling on a job attempt entails the DM choosing how difficult the job should be. A good start should be easy, such as picking a target roll of, say 3 to 5 on a D20. The higher up a line of reasoning becomes, the higher the target rolls should be, as fine tuning the information becomes more difficult due to how specialized the desired outcome should be. As the JOB levels up, more bonuses are applied to the end roll, reflecting how experienced the JOB bearer is. (Example : David, the INVENTOR, is wanting to build a Flux Capacitor. The prototype is crude is mainly intended as a proof of concept. The INVENTOR needs to roll a 7 on a D20 and David rolls a 5. However, David has leveled up being an INVENTOR once and can apply a +1 to his roll, making his result a 6.) The more advanced the target result becomes, the harder it should be to obtain the desired roll, but the end result should reflect how difficult the end product should be compared to its starting off
The Bureau - Introduction by YellowMane, literature
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The Bureau - Introduction
The Bureau The Bureau, for the moment, is intended to be an add-on to the Cortex story telling RPG, adding some extra details for character building and options for finer characterization and role play for players and world building for the Dungeon Master. As with any Roll Playing game, the ultimate decision on how to use this guide is up to the Dungeon Master. As the saying goes, The House always wins. If one intends to use this guide, feel free to pick and choose as to what suits your play style best. Background "We dedicate ourselves to stand in the gap between the light and the dark, to protect the innocent and the defenseless, and to avenge those who have fallen to the storm of the darkness." Headed by Thaddeus White, the Bureau is an organization set up to investigate the paranormal, mediate between the normal world and the paranormal world, and the neutralize any threat that wishes to harm the innocent from either side. While they may obtain items of the strange and
Phillip ran, pushing past pedestrians walking in the opposite direction, pushing past pedestrians moving the same direction. Anyone directly in front of him were fare game. They weren't the ones being pursued, being hunted like a fox ... no ... like a scared rabbit. Phillip ran like Lucifer, himself, were at his heels. Turning off into a dark alley, he pulled out the one thing he knew could save him and clutched the electric torch, the life preserver for his drowning soul. Once he knew he was out of view of any prying eyes, past the garbage bin set out for whatever establishment opened up into the alley, Phillip aimed the torch at the wall and set his thumb on the switch. He then noticed that the sound of the traffic, vehicular and foot, began to dim, along with what meager illumination the dingy florescent lights in the alley cast. He heard the slow steady footsteps, boot heels clicking on the grimy pavement from the street. But it was the whistling that unnerved him enough to
The Worst Day (2/2) by TurnedIntoDragon, literature
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The Worst Day (2/2)
(Plush TF, Petplay, Humiliation) [Collab with EllensToyBox] ----- Stacy flailed around dizzily. One moment she was an inanimate plush, and then Ellen returned her ability to move, and then before she could even adjust to that, Almond decided to warp away with her! Despite not having any organs as a stuffed animal, all of her insides felt jumbled up after being teleported. When Almond let go of her, she spun around, disoriented, before collapsing against a wall. Her eyes swirled in her head as she regathered her vision. The room Almond had taken her to was dark, but there was a bit of light creeping its way in through the corners. In front of her she saw a stack of plates, each larger than her body. On top of the stack, crossing their arms and looking incredibly frustrated, was the one who had swiped her away from her girlfriend so suddenly. Their red fur, little plush horns, and heart-tipped tail could be recognized anywhere. “Almond! I-I was wondering where-!” “Quiet, idiot. If
The Worst Day (1/2) by TurnedIntoDragon, literature
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The Worst Day (1/2)
(Plush TF, Petplay, Humiliation) [Collaboration with EllensToyBox! This story is a continuation of other collaborations we have done] ----- The sweet scent of fresh pastries and the cocoa aroma of newly-made coffee escaped the cafe as the back entrance peeked open, and Lavender snuck her way out. After waving off a couple excited customers, she slowly shut the door behind her and took a deep breath. After so much time… it felt surreal. Something that for so many years only existed in her mind had finally materialized. She could look into the building as if the window was a painting of her mind. The walls were made of soft beige tiles and the floor was built with hardwood squares, just the way she imagined it. Not to mention the super comfy, super perfect pillows and bean bags that covered most of the floor of the cafe! It was a small, compact place, but a cozy one! The serving area was located in the very back of the cafe, being manned by Stacy, who was the reason Lavender was able
When was the last time you gave your American gold-digging girlfriend a gift? For me, I would have to say it was a month ago, on a date for celebration of landing the job of my dreams; museum curator at a locally respected hall of art that I'd practically grown up in.
You may wonder where Sydney comes into active role, what with the mention and all of her being with me just for the money. I do come from money, and a lot of it, considering that most small towns don't have a giant museum or even a mansion that welcome you into the area on either side. And that's just the thing; there are only two ways into Steelburg. Unless, of course, you're
The Windup Dolls Empty Fears by Dancing-Naked, literature
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The Windup Dolls Empty Fears
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The Windup Doll's Empty Fears
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Write about what you know.
Write what you feel.
Stop going in to the clouds you only come back with things you don't ever understand or things you don't relate to.
But what does the fat girl know?
What does the silly clown looking in your bedroom window feel?
The clouds are safe and I like to pretend.
They can't relate to me so why am I not allowed to relate to them.
I don't want you to be able to see into my broken thoughts.
Keep away from me, and my hopefully naivety.
I didn't ask you to see threw the dark paint I put up just for show.
I fear that one day one of them will find me s
My entire body was in his massive hand. He held me, chuckling as he turned me to and fro. I was a doll ... a little, plastic windup doll. My arms and legs dangled lamely. No matter how hard I tried to move or scream, I could not. The curse had transported my mind into this cheap little toy.
He held a gem suspended from a golden chain in front of me. “Does the dolly want this?”
The amulet. It was the only way to reverse the transformation. All I had to do was touch it. I couldn’t.
Chuckling, he dropped it on the tabletop, and then wound the key on my back. Gears and bands brought energy, movement to my limbs.
He
Date Night! (Wind-Up Toy TF A) by EntryLvlBread, literature
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Date Night! (Wind-Up Toy TF A)
I'm standing here, fidgeting, and she's just there, that plastic charm of hers making my heart race. "Hey," I mumble, trying to act casual. She tilts her plastic head, those painted-on eyes staring right at me. "Well, hello there. What's got you all flustered?" I'm not sure if it's the way her plastic hair perfectly falls into place or the fact that she's, well, a living wind-up toy, but my cheeks are burning. "I, uh, just wanted to talk." She giggles, a mechanical sound that somehow makes my heart skip a beat. "Talking's fun. Go on, spill it." I glance at the plastic dress she's sporting, a vibrant red that complements her glossy exterior. "Your outfit, it's... cute." She twirls, her limbs moving with the precision of a well-wound clock. "Thanks, honey. Plastic fashion is my thing." I'm not sure if it's the absurdity of the situation or the fact that she's making it work, but I can't help but smile. "You're different, you know? I like that." Her plastic eyes sparkle, and she playfully nudges me. "Different's my middle name, babe." As we talk, she occasionally winds herself up, her movements becoming more animated. It's like watching a living doll, and I'm oddly enamored. "You ever think about dating a wind-up toy?" she teases. My cheeks flush again. "Well, maybe." She chuckles, winding a key on her side. "I bet you'd love having a toy for a girlfriend. Just admit it." And you know what? I do. There's something fascinating about the idea. "Maybe I would." She grins, twirling her plastic hair. "I knew it. I'm your dream come true." But then, as our conversation continues, I notice her slowing down. It's subtle, but she's winding down. "Hold on, let me fix that," I say, reaching to wind her up again. She freezes as I turn the key, her plastic limbs suddenly lifeless. It's strange how her vibrant presence turns into stillness. But then, with a click, she's back, moving like clockwork. "Thanks, babe. I hate it when I run out of juice," she says with a wink. I can't resist poking her plastic arm. "You're so... weirdly amazing." Her laughter rings out, a mechanical melody. "That's why you love me, right?" And in that odd, plastic world, where her exterior is smooth and cool to the touch, I find myself nodding. Maybe having a living wind-up toy for a girlfriend isn't so crazy after all.