Scanned and Copied
For the original alain, the one who had scanned his brain to be copied over and over again, he could only feel contempt. that alain would never know the suffering he had caused.
Money is Money, Baby
**Money is Money, Baby** By Laz Briar [About Hazbin Hotel](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeOWxqYp80A) [Your Theme](https://youtu.be/UM1owquLl_s) _In your prime, in your mortal life, you were a thief, an architect of the heist. From convenience...
Speak the Neon, Langer
She sighed as he nibbled and kissed into her neck, smelling the deep scent of honey hued fur, absorbing the womanly essence, making sure it coiled around his brain like a narcotic haze.
Code of Dishonor: Flames of Temptation
**Code of Dishonor: Flames of Temptation** Written by Leo\_Todrius Commissioned by Cidius The sign of the times was all around. Fall was settling in and creeping towards winter. The leaves of the trees shifted from green to yellow to orange...
PlaneShift
Planeshift By: Lapsa Warning: Dumbification A piercing light shone through the dark room as a door to the astral realm was ripped open - what was once a small rift between worlds now wide enough for the cloaked figure to enter - his dull...
The Hurt We Have
Maybe it was just his brain dizzy from the drugs, but every little bit of him suffocated in pleasured tingles. “mmmhmm," murmured ozzie, as if knowing.
Mad Stone
The sight of that vast sea of stars replacing the dark cave roof made the mantra beat louder in his brain. connall was still working on carvings. stepping over to him, drest handed over the wriggling leather bag of slugs.
Easy Overnight (Commission)
**Easy Overnight** This wasn't a typical date night. Sebastian had a lot of experiences when it came to "winging" it with a spontaneous date born from the sultry conversations of hookup apps. Most of the time they were one shots. They panned out...
Thus, We Gather
**Thus, We Gather** _By Laz Briar_ “I know, I know, it's been a while. Just busy, that's all. Always busy. It's what _you_ wanted, remember?" Ozzie was curled into a little ball of agitation and “catching up with the folks" – phone glued to his ear...
Run, Ye Sons o Bitches
Run, Ye Sons o' Bitches By Laz Briar Where do you go to bury yourself? Where do you go to forget what you were? The long, vast expanse of August scorched road spread out among the empty California sands for miles. Dry shrubs and burnt desert as far...
When the Wolves Come to Midgard
**when the wolves come to midgard** _by the brain of lazarus_ tiga loved the cold. wisps of steam curled from her nose and danced in the dreary midday air, an overcast of pale grey shielding her from the sun as she lied idle.
Brain and Brawn (3) (Censored)
The characters in this story (except the oc-insert) are © chalodillo **chapter 19: brain and brawn (3)** **beta-reader: ant0nius** waiting was the worst thing i could've imagined facing when dealing with my first job interview.