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| Guardian Creation 
 WebGeek  2018/7/2 18:18
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| fireball playmat
vash99 2018/1/16 23:45
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| im designing a custom playmat for gaming and went with a classic ww2 pinup feel with modren touches opnions and suggestions r welcome |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Eighteen-Chi
StarChild 2014/1/18 22:31
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| rounding out the Supremians |
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| Ryo III
whiz 2014/9/28 13:46
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hiya gang,
got an original character for you this go round.i haven't done much comic hero stuff lately.i have done quite a bit of work on my own personal characters though. meet ryo,one of my newest :)
enjoy,
lee |
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| iceberg
vash99 2015/8/17 1:07
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killing ships since 1902
sirens have nothing on this one lol |
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| A SUPER BUNNY PARADE
lordcoyote 2021/4/2 20:07
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BYSTANDER #1: hey! what's up with those superheroines walking round dressed as bunny girls?
Dirrector: Oh, they're, uh, treating everyone to an Easter parade.
Bystander #2: But... Why do they all look like they're hypo..."
Dirrector: HEY! wanna be extras in the movie we're making?
Bystander #1: Yeah! sure!
Bystander #3: Cool! What do we need to do?
Dirrector: All you gotta do is stand there and look surprised as these ladies tear into that bank over there! (snicker) |
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| Unicorn March Madness-Day 5-Polarr
StarChild 2012/3/18 19:51
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| Conclusion
Obsidian 2017/4/19 18:29
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Back aboard my ship, We've contacted the Scions and the I.G.F.W. To turn over our prisoner and clear my name of all charges. According to the Scions they Vizier I killed created the clone which would mean it no longer has a master to obey. Long story short, he's now recognized as a sentient being, but under the clone act of 3767 there are limitations to his rights. The Federation has a ship waiting and two officers on our transporter pad waiting to take him away. Due to the extenuating circumstances they'll keep the death penalty off the table and I have thrown in a good word to adjust his sentence so that he's doing a form of community service... I have a history with them and since he shares my skills the I.G.F.W. would be fools to not utilize his skills. I find out that Aini is pregnant which was bound to happen sooner or later and despite being knocked around by Abominous the the still tiny fetus is none the worse for wear. Ai isn't exactly happy being first wife and all and I've set up a memorial for Nairi, and Shavi, though to be honest there are now words to describe the loss we're all feeling right now. As I escort my clone to the teleport pad, I can't help but ask.
"So, Have you decided what you want to do about your identity?"
"Not really. Obviously I need a new name but I haven't decided on anything."
"I'm sure you'll pick something great. Any word on how long the federation brass think you need to serve?"
"They're talking about a life sentence for each person I killed."
"That's a shit load of time."
"Yeah."
"Just remember, I'll keep trying to get your time reduced as often as I can."
"Don't worry about it. Take care of the girls...and the ship...and the crew. It's your family."
"Yours too...if you want it."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. The girls told me how you fought for them...you care at least as much as I do."
"yeah but...that's when I thought I was you."
"You still kind ado though."
"I have all these memories...but I know they're not mine."
"So take this opportunity to make new ones...just don't let this experience make you bitter."
"I don't think I have that in me."
My clone steps up on the teleport pad and the two federation officers shackle him. I can't help but think that if my clone wanted to, those restraints wouldn't stop him from escaping. I will not soon forget his last words to me Ai, and Aini.
"The family is getting bigger...it's nice to have a...brother. Take care."
He never chose to do any of the things he is responsible for doing and he'll be serving a very long sentence for it. With any luck it won't change who he is, and the next time we cross paths it'll be a happy occasion. Now I have to get back to the day to day grind of living. We never did figure out what the goal of cloning me was. I still don't know what to make of seeing Danielle...maybe it was delirium...but then again maybe not. I'm calling this one a day and going to take a nice long break from work. I set course straight for Ferusian space. The ship needs maintenance and the crew needs some well deserved shore leave.
The darndest thing is...I still don't know how Abominous captured me in the first place...too many loose ends on this one. I hate loose ends.
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| PROFESSOR HAIRBRAIN
lordcoyote 2017/3/31 12:16
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Once she was just another dumb blond eking out a living serving drinks at Honkerz and avoiding the wandering hands of drunken customers. But then a chance to change things came when a mysterious being granted her one wish.
And her wish was to become smarter! Yes that would give her the means to get back at everybody who belittled her!
Wish granted she instantly went from ditz to genius.
However due to some odd wording her new super I.Q. became tied to her hair. As a result the longer her hair grows the higher her intelligence becomes.
At shoulder length she’s of average intellect.
At waist-length she’s in Einstein territory.
Down to her ankles her I.Q. cannot be measured.
But unfortunately the reverse it true.
Bobbed she’s a total air head.
If buzz cut she’s barely functional.
Additionally the higher her I.Q. rises the more mentally unstable she becomes. |
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| angelique of fairy tail
vash99 2018/5/17 23:58
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| this is angelique the newest fairy tail wizard and a gravity dragon slayer |
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| Cyber Chatting.jpg
Obsidian 2014/8/24 10:21
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I don't do very much pinup art as I prefer my ladies with full armor/clothing and just common sense images, but I thought I should try my hand at it just to keep my skills up and to add pinup art to my portfolio. How do you think i did for my first attempt.
In this scene a woman (with a cybernetic arm) is conversing with her apartment AI. |
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| TORBELLINO
halcon89 2017/6/14 13:49
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| Doctor Omega and Fred
Obsidian 2016/5/21 13:30
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| Doctor Omega, is the mysterious inventor of a projectile-shaped spacecraft dubbed Cosmos which can also function on land and under water. The Cosmos is 13 meters long and 3 meters in diameter. It outer hull is composed of is an element found only on one asteroid thus far (all of which has been used in the construction of the Cosmos) called Repulsite which when charged warps space\time barrier and enables it to travel in the temporal plane thus allowing for time travel. The interior is divided into four sections, the ship powered by the unique Omnicore drive which uses compressed antimatter derived from Quadrocite to power the small vessel. The windows are composed of Stellite (a transparent form of Repulsite). In addition to the pilot compartment, the sections of the ship include a cargo bay/armory, and ample sleeping quarters as well as a highly advanced temporal navigation room. It is important to note that Repulsite creates within the ship a type of temporal displacement field which causes those within to remain unaffected by any changes in the space/time continuum. Doctor Omega is a rare specimen indeed being an immortal and human, he is impervious to all forms of death save for extremes (disintegration, dissection, decapitation, and full body compression or the like) The doctor can be temporarily "Killed" by normal means during which time his body regenerates. Using a soul Stone the good doctor's life long companion Fred (The last Racaenoid in existence.) remains alive so long as the good Doctor does...their life forces inexorably linked to one another. Fred has all of the same weaknesses as the doctor with the notable exception that Fred is not harmed by non magical conventional weaponry. Fred also possesses cybernetic implants which glow brightly beneath his skin. The implants grant Fred superhuman speed (up to 550 mph), and colossal strength (Fred can lift in excess of 100 tons), Fred, while not highly intelligent does have enough experience to pilot the cosmos through both space and time and can plot rudimentary courses and activate the on board medical equipment. |
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| Northwind
Obsidian 2016/7/1 2:55
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With arctic powers and supreme control over cold and ice Northwind is considered to be among the most powerful Gen-Abs to ever originate from Earth. I need an Ice-man type character. Good Name right?
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| Unicorn Comics Assassin Wars XTRA - Cybernaut-X vs Karate Robot
StarChild 2014/11/16 1:21
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| Washington DC [later]- Although they held the superior numbers Thunderbolt Allison and his valiant team of S.T.A.R.S were no match for the pure destructive powers of the Kumitae-KR1. Minutes later he had downed the entire S.A.S [STARS Attack Squadron] and had now turned his full attention to Thunderbolt and his Super Agents, Thunderkick & Sheba. However the C.L.A.W High Council, seeing that their Assassin Wars were about to become a moot point, sent in their own ringer...Cybernaut-X. The irony of this all is that the Kumitae-KR1 was specially built by the Weaponers to replace the original Cybernaut when the High Council became dissatisfied with his performance. Andy didn't care, and for the first time in his life he was happy to see a C.L.A.W Termination Unit! |
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| Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Sixteen: Terroids
StarChild 2014/12/16 1:27
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| No it doesn't stand for terrible hemmroids. lol |
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| The new girl.jpg
Obsidian 2015/6/2 5:53
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"Whatsamatter chrome dome? Somebody break your little heart? Cry me a river Luminesti, and honestly, grow up. How old are you 3-400 years old and still acting like you're 85?" The Dakkalfar's word sting, but I have to admit she's right.
"C'mon metalhead, I'll help you get out of that funk that you're in. This is my town and you are in for one helluva good time...asuming you'll step out of that armor, you know the one you wear on the inside and the outside." she says with a smirk poking her finger into my chest plate. Thus far the only elves I have ever interacted with were my own kind and honestly they didn't seem to care for my company very much, like there's something wrong with me, but this little dark elf isn't like that and I gotta say it's a bit refreshing. Maybe ...just maybe, I can let down my guard for a little bit. It's gonna suck like all hell if I'm wrong though. |
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| End Game.jpg
Obsidian 2015/8/3 7:15
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Finally, I track that sonofabitch down, and after another foot chase he tries to give me the slip by hopping in his ship again but I'm one step ahead of him this time and as I leap from the flight deck a thousand feet above the planet's surface, I summon the Wraith. In an instant it appears beneath me as if by magic. A split second later and I'm on his ass. For the first time since this began I have the upper hand and Razor knows it. He points his nose to the ground no doubt he figures his smaller ship can outmaneuver mine. He's wrong, the Wraith is a flying death machine of grace and beauty and she moves with agility unheard of for a craft of her size. We skim the surface just a few feet off the ground and around obstacles weaving in and out at blinding speeds. I never look at the controls keeping my eyes on the tiny craft as Razor desperately tries to escape. I know he wants to hyper-jump but he can't while I'm on him. He dips down into a canyon but it won't help him, the Wraith easily navigates the twisting terrain. Suddenly he pulls straight up and takes off like a shot. He's making a break for it but that won't help him either. I arm my cannons and fire randomly, I don't want to kill him just make him panic. As we clear the planet's atmosphere we scream towards a nearby asteroid field. Suddenly I hear Razor's voice over my comms.
"You know you can't catch me right? Not in that bulky thing. Sure you've got speed and you can maneuver in atmosphere but my ship was built for space. You won't win."
There's too much rage inside me and all I can muster is the phrase.
"You're a dead man."
He heads for a nearby asteroid field and we bob and weave though rocks the size of mountains and as soon as he's clear he makes the jump...just like I planned. I get his coordinates and punch them into the nav computer and make the jump to hyperspace. I come out just in time to see his tiny little craft slow down, he thinks he's lost me and that's when I let loose with a torpedo, it detonates taking out his shields and it's a simple matter for my guns to take him down. he treats off towards a nearby planet, at full burn, another base presumably. As we breach the atmosphere a dozen Hadean fighters join the fray, their funeral. I launch several F.A.F. (fire and forget) drones and continue after Razor. The drones will make short work of any pilots that were stupid enough to attack me. Their small size makes them hard to target and they pack considerable firepower. Razor's ship continues to fall apart and I watch as one of his engines explodes bursting into flames, an engine panel whizzes by my canopy but I never flinch. My scanners pick up a base nearby and I lock onto it with a heavy torpedo. The torpedo detonates a split second later leaving a gaping hole and destroying any possibility of rescue for Razor. His crippled ship makes a bee line for one of the few remaining hangars and I'm right on his tail. His landing isn't graceful in the slightest and he tears up the runway . As soon as the wraith is close enough I leap from the cockpit and onto the flight deck. Razor stumbles out of the wreckage with the grace of newborn foal. In an instant I'm on him, but I discover all too quickly that his clumsy staggering was a ruse. His blade narrowly misses my head as I slide under the stroke. I grip the ground fwith my gauntleted fingers for traction to slow my speed, and turn to face him in a three point stance. My blade instantly teleports into my hand and we square off. His armor is an even match for my own so just like our last encounter this fight is gonna come down to skill. Our swords clash, and I'm certain my 2 dimensional infinitium sword will easily lop his bullshit mythril blade in half, but no. One deadly slash after another and the sparks fly. Again and again, we test each other's skills and it looks like a stand off until I do something unexpected...
"Razor, you know you did something stupid right?"
"Oh, and what pray tell, is that?" We are evenly matched, there's no way you can take me."
"you're right." I say with a smile, "But you took too long to finish me and let this fight last long enough for my sword to charge. So you'll be fighting it instead of me."
Oh how I wish I could seen the look on his face as I release the handle and the enchanted sword flies of it's own free will. It is a sight to behold, and there's no way Razor can't keep both me and my blade in his sights, and I take full advantage. I tackle him to the floor with an impact hard enough to send his blade flying. Sitting on top of him I begin slamming my fist into his head repeatedly. Razor tries to use his clawed fingers to slice my mask while grabbing my wrist in his other hand. I edge my fist closer and closer to his face and just inches away I release the hidden mythril blade from my cybernetic arm I can feel the sudden panic as he doubles his effort to claw my face off.
"You, can't beat me like this Obsidian, our armors are too evenly matched. NNgh What do you argh, hope to accomplish?"
"We were evenly matched, until you cut my arm off."
I don't switch off the mic, as I tell my onboard computer:
"Computer, transfer additional power to cybernetics!"
Slowly my Arm-blade creeps toward the underside of his jaw millimeter by precious millimeter as he feels the point he tilts his head away but to no avail, the tip moves steadily closer. As the blade cuts through his armor he makes a sickening gurgle and I feel his grip tighten, as the tip sinks through the roof of his his mouth and into his brain he he squeezes tightly, his right hand opens and closes as if trying to grasp some unseen object and then suddenly with a final spasm and a shudder he ceases to be. His body relaxes and the blade plunges to it's full length until I can see an inch of the it poking out of the top of his helmet. I give a final twist for good measure and his body convulses violently and then goes limp. At last I have my revenge, the clan has it's debt, and I have his sword...as I walk back to my hovering ship I never look back, tossing an anti-matter grenade over my should as I leap into the cockpit. A moment later as my craft screams through the atmosphere the base explodes with 10 megatons of explosive power. I head back for the Lillun, with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Killing is never easy for me and killing slowly is even less so. I think I'm gonna go get drunk. |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Twenty-Six-Bluefin
StarChild 2014/1/26 18:25
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| Escaping Ferusi post.jpg
Obsidian 2016/8/20 11:06
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At one point early in my novel the SS Runt makes a run for it after rescuing Panterra from the planet of Ferusi. With Ferusian battle cruisers in hot pursuit the Runt makes a desperate play opening a fold gate near the sun of Ferusian system. A gamble that nearly destroys the Runt along with several Ferusian ships.
Side note: The planet of Ferusi has it's own global shield system via a network of satellite emitters powered by solar energy. Half of the grid is always facing the sun granting a limitless supply of energy at all times. Ships colliding with the shield meet the same fate as if crashing into the planet itself. SWhip that manage to breach the shield are greeted by the full might of the Ferusian space fleet garrisoned there. |
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| Knightowl
Obsidian 2017/9/3 19:30
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Guardian f the streets, and deputized officer of the law...Knightowl patrols the shadows. Ever watchful ever vigilant.
Demetrius Wendel, is a wealthy philanthropist whose playboy day life would mislead many into believing he is hardly the responsible sort. However, DeWen industries CEO IS considered a conservationist humanitarian. High above his central HQ in the historical "Empire State Building" Demetrius sheds his playboy persona to become the Knightowl...caped avenger and shining knight to the people below.
Is that Corball enough? I was going for a Batman-esque intro reminiscent of the 50's |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Twenty-Three-P.H.I.
StarChild 2014/1/24 16:25
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| no better way to keep rowdy cohorts in line than with a super-powered personal bodyguard android. |
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| Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Three: Arachnaut
StarChild 2014/12/3 17:41
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| yeah I know I've heard all the Doc Ock references before, but like I've said before most of our characters were created by two 8 year olds who were just emulating what they were reading. So prepare yourself, this list is gonna feature quite a few 'B List' characters. |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Three-Karkan
StarChild 2014/1/3 23:08
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| Unicorn's very own time-displaced amateur caveman |
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| RAVYNE: THE COLLEGE YEARS
lordcoyote 2017/5/16 13:34
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Probably best to go along with that....
Or not..... |
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| Moonlight Flight
StarChild 2014/8/24 20:51
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| And now let's see it in action. |
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| biker babes final
vash99 2014/11/3 2:14
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| i dont think its getting any better |
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| Her name is...
Obsidian 2016/6/25 18:49
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The Black Mantis had tricked me...but good. 20 million credits for every slave in the market...a day I'll never forget. I'll never forget it because of one slave in particular. She was tiny only 4 ft 6 inches...and she seemed frail. She was of a demonic species, what they call a category one...a servant. Her very essence tied to service no matter how cruel the master. But there was so much more to it...she was empathic...a genetic empath and until I left Moonshadow I had no idea what that meant. Her entire species was created to be the perfect mate...she is everything I ever wanted and everything I could ever want and if my tastes changed then so would she...she could be what I didn't even know I wanted. The problem is, I don't want her...it doesn't seem right and she knows it...she is doing everything right and I fear I may break down...it's not exactly a bad thing...one thing is certain...she's beautiful...and gets smarter by the day and she has all the skills of a top notch assassin...she is a perfect match. She went from shy and sheepish to fierce and independent almost overnight. She sleeps at the foot of my bed, the only compromise I could get her to make, my other choice was next to me and I'm mortal enough that I knew I'd give in to temptation at some point. Yes the Black Mantis had set me up and I'm certain he's getting a real kick out of this.
After a few weeks with her as my ...consort, assistant? I discovered that she was very young for a demon being only 50 years old. She absorbs information like a sponge and can adjust her appearance to suit her mate. However, she can never completely hide her demonic nature, meaning the horns and tail are package deal. They are cute though...Argh...see what I mean she's designed, no engineered to get inside your head. I find myself thinking about her and admiring her shape...the way her breasts heave when she giggles....DAMN IT! I did it again! When she walks in the room I lose my train of thought...
"Master, I have prepared your dinner, are you ready to eat?"
She smiles a perfect smile and I smell the scent of fresh flowers...Pheromones no doubt...that's not gonna help. The clothes she chooses to wear are exactly what I would want for someone like her..not exactly revealing but suggestive yet classy...The last couple of weeks with her have been a bloody nightmare. I don't have to resist but she thinks of herself as my slave and she STILL calls me Master. I'd release her but it would literally kill her...her species cannot survive if they don't bond with someone to serve and once bonded they cannot bond with anyone until their bond mate dies...they are magically connected and also spiritually. As Magic goes it's a masterwork of creation...but in my case...I want a mate who wants to be with me because she CHOOSES to.
"Master?"
I look up and she has this puzzled expression on her adorable face. DAMN IT! My thoughts linger on her especially when she's near.
"Sorry, what?"
"Your dinner master, it is ready and the table is set if you are hungry."
"Oh yes, of course I'll be right there."
She cooks like a professional chef, every meal is an experience, there's nothing I enjoy that she isn't exceptionally gifted at. Yeah are you beginning to see the problem yet?
"Everything looks delicious. Thank you. Are you going to finally join me? It's okay to eat at the table."
"No Master I may not, it is for you to enjoy."
"Seriously, we have to get you to stop calling me that...and you NEED a name!"
"It is for you to gift me with a name Master."
AAAARGH!!!! I can't win! Now I have to name her too? It's not like naming a puppy or even a child and I have named several of each.
"Fine, let me sleep on it and I'll come up with something tomorrow."
"As you wish master."
She smiles and her face lights up with excitement at the prospect of me naming her. She can't break any of her demonic rules and it is something I am coming to terms with. As she walks out of the room I can't help but watch her perfect ass sashay side to side...I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
The next morning I wake to her cute face inches from mine instantly I find myself wondering "Holy crud did I finally give in and sleep with her?" Frantically I start running a check list...underwear, check, blankets, check, her clothe still on, check. Whew a close one. I turn my attention back to her.
"Um good morning, can I help you?"
Excitedly she says "You slept on it and today is my naming day yes master?"
"Ah yes, I didn't mean I would dream your name."
"Of course not master" she says with the cutest giggle I ever heard (Damn it!). "I have prepared your breakfast and set out your clothes for today."
"Okay let me shower and I'll be right out."
"I shall keep your meal warm for you Master."
It took some doing but I managed to get her to agree to not bathe me...the first time she tried that Moonshaddow nearly punched her through a wall...in the end though she decided that was cute..but out of bounds...turns out Gods can order demons to do whatever they want
I step out of the shower and on my night stand is a piping hot cup of perfect coffee. Honestly as a personal assistant she is flawless. She takes care of things I forgot I even needed to do...like contact Harley on Ferusi. Who is settling nicely into his new role as High Justiciar, but as it turns out he will be leaving Ferusi since according to how the Sathari do things, it turns out it's my private property and the High Justiciar according to Sathari tradition, must rule from a world gifted to him by the emperor. I was supposed to meet with him for the transition and to re-establsh rule there. The date is set for the meeting and as I contemplate all of that my little demon walks into the room looking hotter than she ever has and I notice right away that her blue skin is no longer blue. As I stare at her flawless frame I completely forget I'm only wearing a towel...something that becomes readily apparent to both of us as she stares downward, her eyes filled with excitement.
"Master? I thought you did not want me to..."
"What? U'm NO...HELL NO!!! I'm sorry I didn't...I mean that is..." frantically I garb my pants and cover my...problem. "What...uh...can I um....What do you want?"
"I was only checking to see if you were ready?"
"No I'm not exactly...and...Why aren't you blue?"
"Blue is the color of an unbound. You would call it...I do not know the word...like a child before it reaches adulthood. On our naming day we reach maturity"
Holy crap she was a child!?!? ...aaaand naming her completes some sort of prerequisite for adult hood way to go dumb ass! Well that would explain the new...more impressive...proportions...yeah like she wasn't hot enough before.
"I will wait for you in the kitchen Master."
"Yeah um okay."
She walks out and I can't help but stare again...this is getting bad fast.
I stare at the floor as I sit at the table...another perfect meal waiting. She walks up behind me and places a fresh cup of coffee as I finish the last of a divine breakfast...and I feel myself wishing that she'd place those perfect lips on my neck...yeah...that'd be great. As I day dream about that...I suddenly realize....I"M NOT FREAKING DAYDREAMING!!!
Worse yet...I don't want her to stop. Suddenly, it's done deal and my desires win over my willpower. Everything she does is perfect and my mind is lost in every perfect curve of her body. hear hair, the way she smells, and tastes. It's mind blowing and even though she isn't a telepath it's like she can read my mind. Hours later I collapse in a heap with her atop me. She places her head over my heart and runs her fingers across my chest...I know I should probably feel guilty but I just don't. Just then she says.
"What a perfect day master, my naming day and my first time all on the same day it's wonderful."
"That um was your first time? No offense but you seemed like you'd done that before."
"Oh Master, my species can read body language and we instinctively know what to do for our lovers...it's even better the second time."
"The second time?" My words are cut short, and my day is complete bust...I haven't spent a day in bed like this before though...in 300 plus years I can honestly say this is like nothing I have ever experienced and I have bedded a Goddess!
True to her word the second time around was phenominal...Oh I gotta send the Balck Mantis an apology letter and a Gift basket.
Only one name comes to mind Aini Quenya in or Angel Divine in the tongue of men. I name her this because there is no way she can be a demon. The next three weeks we spend all of our time together, and I notice that she seems happier than she has been since I've known her. A part of me wonders...is she happy or is it just her programming? She surprises me one day with a request...she wants to accompany me to Ferusi...in full armor and weapon loadout. I don't doubt she can handle herself and since there's no real risk in visiting my own planet I agree. As she steps out from Ray's lab my jaw practically hit the floor The design of her armor is very familiar and I'm sure it's intentional...Purple accents though...not something I would've chosen. Could that mean she's finally exceeding her genetic programming?When we land planetside Harley is noticeably taken back. I'm sure he didn't expect to see me and a plus one. Harley greets me cheerfully as always.
"Bro, good to see you. You helping my move the big stuff?"
"Hah, you have jokes I see."
"And who do we have here?"
"This is..." Aini cuts me off mid sentence.
"I am Violet Mask...Obsidian's personal bodyguard! You may address me as Aini though High Justiciar. It is a pleasure to meet any of my master's extended family."
I'm stunned...if anyone could see inside my helmet they'd tell me to close my mouth. What was that? Over my internal comms I hear Aini's cute little voice say...
"Was that too much master? I wanted your bro to take me seriously I hope I was not too out of line."
"Uh no you were good...a bit unexpected but yeah...run with it."
Harley shakes her hand and turns to me.
"Since when do you need a personal bodyguard?"
"It's something I'm doing for diplomatic stuff...it doesn't look good to be all Ninja paranoid you know?"
"I feel you bro, well let's get inside and get the paperwork out of the way."
I spend the rest of the day bullshitting with my old friend and feeling rather impressed with Aini...ho would've thought she'd have that in her? If I had any doubts about her free will they faded fast. |
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| marie showing
vash99 2015/7/16 23:09
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| i did this pic for a local art showing |
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| Synthetic Pets
Obsidian 2017/1/2 0:24
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| In a rare moment of serenity, we see Obsidian mask having a simple exchange with his newest pet. Truthfully he's more of a dog person but he's worried of offending his first mate Shadawar so the synthetic Wyvern will have to suffice. Wyverns are notoriously hostile towards other creatures and rarely, if ever, tamed. This synthetic pet however, is another matter entirely. Synthetic pets are typically smaller than 5 feet in length and rarely grow beyond that. They are Synthezoids, a type of organic android capable of doing nearly everything their living counterparts can do. They are however, 100 percent reliable and generally safe to be around unless programmed otherwise. They can grow like many living creatures or be purchased as full adults and are completely legal to own in nearly any system. In the case of this Wyvern however, many laws have been broken, it is lethal, poisonous, and breathes fire, it has an on board computational capacity of a small supercomputer capable of 75,000 computations per nanosecond. it is incapable of speech but can patch into Obsidian's transmission frequencies to send text messages in an emergency. It is essentially immortal (Highly illegal) and possesses a full surveillance package exceeding many modern handheld models. It also possesses one superpower (also highly illegal) the ability to transform into organic steel, making the creature nearly impervious to nearly any conventional weaponry. Like any dragon it possesses natural optical camouflage complete with texture adaption. This Wyvern is a gift from the Black Mantis and has been specially engineered by The Black Mantis personally. Needless to say this little winged lizard is far more than it's outward appearance would suggest..When asked Obsidian simply tells curious people that the dragon is a hatchling that simply bonded with him when it's mother was killed (presumably by him)...this is of course a baldfaced lie. |
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