|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Everything I know about how the FBI operates was drawn from the 1990's drama series "The X-Files". So if the brief chunk of the following story where FBI protocols apply has an astoundingly inaccurate portrayal, that's why.
FBI agent Daniel Mulder walled into the assistant director's office. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Actually," the balding man replied, "someone here would like to see you."
Then, another door opened. From it came a wrinkled, grey-haired man smoking a cigarette. "Hello, Agent Mulder," he said in a dignified voice. "My name is Charles Seneca Michelson. I'm the director of the ETRD."
"ETRD? Sorry, I've never heard of that."
Charles blew some smoke and sat down. "Assistant Director, could you leave us?"
The man nodded, and stepped outside his office.
"Agent Mulder, what you hear today is top-secret. If you tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, certain people with certain interests will have you hunted down."
Tales of Alfatare: To (Heavily) Tip the Scales"Look at this," a voice echoed from a bathroom, "I can't--I just can't." The owner of the voice, a 5'11" Crystal Thorpe strutted out of the bathroom in her blue shirt and fuzzy pajamas. She seemed to be rattled, as she kept her focus of dissent on her slight cushy stomach. It just poked out over her waistline. Her friend, Janine, only sighed, and fed her already thick body with more hamburgers.
"Really, Crystal? Your bod is FINE. You're tanned, you've got the blue hair going, and your pajamas? They work. You're just going to give THAT up?"
Crystal knew that she was talking about her rear. She looked around, and found multiple articles of consumed food all around her fat-laden friend. "I mean, that's all you eat! JUNK! No wonder I'm blimping! You're always ordering dinner, buying food, and that! I mean we need to stock our fridge with REAL food." She dashed to the kitchen, and opened it all the way out. It was mostly empty.
"So?" Janine retorted, "All we have to do is order some more."
God-less Rock Derence woke up with a splitting headache. As he went to rub his temples, he found his wrist had been tied together by rope. There was a silent curse as he wiggled about to see if he could break free. Nothing. The ropes were bound tight. Who ever had him held captive, they certainly didn't want him escaping.
There was a rustling sound and a thump. Derence rolled himself over and spotted an older woman walk in. She reminded him of the Native Americans that long ago dwelled on earth. He'd read stories about them in his free time on the Revorl Prime, that is, until its recent demise due to an infestation of some sort. Not that any of that really
mattered anymore. Not he was trapped on a possibly savage planet with no way to get off. Unless...
"Ma'am, can you tell me what planet I'm on?" Derence called to her.
The woman jump, as if she heard a ghost. Turning, she spotted her tied up house guest and smiled.&
ZP Mission 8Xena was not happy to be here. The scent of ash clogged her nose and GG agents where everywhere. Two cars had passed their hiding spot already, making Xena worried that their mission would fail before it even began. Akira had to reassure her ever five minutes, with a light shoulder touch. It didn’t matter to Xena that she was in Symbiote form, the comfort was all the same. “It will be alright.” She said, despite it being in the middle of the night it didn’t look like the GG where going to drop their security around the burned down church. Xena relaxed and sat back down. Obviously the cover of night would not work and they where going to need to find another way in. Other Harmony members where already putting thir plans into action making it easier for Akira and Xena to slip to the other side of the street.
Xena wasn’t surprised when Akira moved with purpose, obviously having a backup plan in mind. Xena, knowing her girlfriend very well, wasn’t surpri
Shawna and TionaAn age regression/progression tale about two girls. Enjoy!
Giantess Mecha RPGiantess Mecha RP
Okay, here is a truly unique giantess RP. Imagine the giantess, being a giant robot that has weapons and other powers, and are made by different pasts, bios, and so much more. The girl could be someone who survived a disease and is now a giant robot protecting the world. What if it's a giant monster weapon that just wants to help the people of the earth? What if it's an alien wanting to discover new planets or whatever like ours? Imagine an ancient robot girl wants to destroy the world or whatever? It's all there, and heck, if you like, you can choose how she is control, and what side she is on.
Format for how things work
Hair style and color:
Weapons and any other powers:
How is she controlled: (Examples will be at the bottom)
Sides: (Also at the bottom as well)
City (if you want to):
Picture: If you have any, you can ignore the hair style, eyes, and clothes
No Male Giants
No Gay/Lesbian Stuff
No Scat at all or
The Kiss. That's what it was, a kiss. In the most innocent form of the word. It wasn't planned, it wasn't hollywood worthy, it wasn't like in the romance movies, and it certainly wasn't adult film status.
But, as cliche as it sounds, it was perfect, in its own way.
It started with tears. Door slung open and shut in one lethargic motion, the slow sound of dragging feet, a bag dropped to the floor with a resounding thud, and a body finally curling into the couch.
My face cloaked itself in tears. They spilled from my eyes in salty waves, burning my cheeks and invading my blubbering lips. My stomach heaved slowly and my hands limply laid next to me as everything wrong in my life tied a knot in my abdomen. My hair fell in my face clouding my vision even more with wisps of red and black, but I couldn't have cared less.
I soon heard careful footfalls coming down the stairs, but I remained in my position staring at the couch cushion in front of me. I heard a quiet "oh" foll
It appears you don't have PDF support in this web browser. Download PDF
Keep in Touch!
Endorell-Taelos is very well known within the community for her selfless giving and gracious community spirit. Since joining DeviantART over seven years ago, Alicia has continued to make a positive impact on many deviants. Her helpful and thoughtful approach was one of her finest attributes when serving as a Community Volunteer, and this has continued throughout the many contests which Alicia provides on a regular basis. As we approach our Birthday celebrations, we can't... Read More