Project Universe - Part 1
The apparatus had really taken the descriptor of 'delicious' to heart! his tongue darted out to catch a tiny dribble of the sweet juice running toward his chin. two or three murmured conversations broke out among the board members.
Putting on a Show
She didn't sound confident in that descriptor but she carried on. "it's been a rough day hasn't it?" she asked, like she wasn't the cause of the horrors everyone had gone through. "the journey ahead is going to be long, so..."
Music in the Air
More degrading words and descriptors had been thrown out as soon the rest of the servants caught wind. just as things had gotten to the height of their unrest, however, it was silenced by the sound of lewd smacking and moans from across the door.
Centaur for Disease Control, Part One
Graceful was another oft-overheard descriptor, and it was also very true. the uncommon and uncouth utterances weren't worth repeating.
Even Villains Give Happy Endings (Chapter 2)
He had only been to anya's hut once before, and unlike victor's abode which could generously be called a house, her residence more literally fit the descriptor, a small wooden base compromised by the approaching tide and the top of the walls leading
Plight Of The Succubi: Chapter 2 - Dreams Of The Dead Of Heart
It's not perfectly accurate but it's an apt descriptor." "i... see..."
[COMM] An Anniversary to Remember (7500 words)
The vague descriptor didn't do much for tweak and he shook his head. "that doesn't narrow it down much, yknow." amber scoffed and gave him a teasing little punch on the shoulder.
A Snowy Day
Somewhere inside must be friends of yours, or enemies, or lovers, or fuckbuddies, or some combination of those descriptors.
New Year's Gains [PTRN]
The man was a behemoth without his growth-filled touch, and he salivated thinking about how much he could push that descriptor to its limit. it started, taking asgore by surprise.
Tarvor and Shera 7: The Amalgam
The pain in his hand had descriptors, intensifiers, raw and rippling feelings that tore at his brain. his arm, however, was nothing and felt nothing. dust drifted away and settled on black glass ground. from shoulder down tarvor’s arm was gone.
Nyandemic Story, pt. 25
_ hell, it was even weird trying to apply _that_ descriptor to myself. a lot of people say "plain" of a woman when they really (fairly or not) mean "gawky and kinda ugly," but this wasn't that.
Fine Dining
Except the descriptor of elephant would have been rather unflattering to the massive, quadrupedal, red-scaled dragon seated on the opposite side of the table.