Acquired Taste (Bob Velseb TFTGPMC) by MalachiteP, literature
Literature
Acquired Taste (Bob Velseb TFTGPMC)
“Ah Roberta, so nice to see you again!” Roberta waved happily to the kind old lady behind the counter, the other hand brushing some of her blonde curls out from her vision, was windy today! “Don’t act so surprised.” She shook her head good naturedly as she kicked the mud off her shoes. “How long has it been?” “Hmmm, let me think actually…” The quaint little eatery was well beloved in the small town, run by Mrs. Tabitha Hooper, known for its always fresh food, menu varying based on what was in season, except one.. No matter the season, she always had fresh, homemade meat patties available for visitors. With the cozy atmosphere and always cheery Hooper willing to lend an ear or just a cozy chair, it was no surprise the place had earned Roberta’s loyalty. Silly as it sounded, when the girl had nothing else, this quiet restaurant was always there. “Goodness!” Hooper’s clap of realization shook Roberta out of her reminiscing. “It’s been a year to the day! Why I remember how gloomy
Liquidization: Reader to Liquid Samurai TF/MC by TheQueenyay, literature
Literature
Liquidization: Reader to Liquid Samurai TF/MC
The Tower of Fate. A name everyone knows and fears.
It has been standing for as long as everyone can remember. Everyone who entered had never returned, they say. Presumably killed by whatever horrors dwell within.
But you're going to change all of that.
You're going to enter the Tower of Fate and prove everyone wrong. You're going to reveal that it's just some old tower, and people are just clumsy and keep dying.
As you walk into the old tower, you keep a close eye on your surroundings, to not lose your footing and perish. So far, it's fairly unremarkable, just lots of purple bricks. However, you keep seeing flashes of… somethings i
Pink Plague: Drifter TF/TG by TheQueenyay, literature
Literature
Pink Plague: Drifter TF/TG
Brittany felt like she was dying.
A while back, she managed to catch a cold, that soon evolved into a horrible sickness that made her bedridden, hardly even able to get up and move around, this fact worsened by the fact she lived alone.
All she felt like doing right now was stare at the ceiling of her room, gazing at nothing as she pondered her mortality.
Is this my fate? She asked herself as she stared at the ceiling, I wanted to do more things in my life…
I wanted to travel…
Just then, the thought of traveling caused a shift in her body
It started out by the skin on the bottom of her feet turning a brilliant cerulean, whic