Heavy Vore
what is real is that heavy magician indulges in her delights and feeds her insatiable appetites. she approaches heavy rider, who whistles to herself while giving her motobug an excellent tune-up.
Demonheart
It would only be a matter of time before he finds out what is real and what is just fantasy.
Northen caves.
You have to figure out what is real…what is not. only then i can look into your soul."_ dion swallowed looking into one soul…everything would be exposed to the dragon. dion took a deep breath, deciding on what he to do. not that he had much of a choice.
A Game of Catcher and Skaven, Part 1
I know what i saw, and i know what is real. just as the steel of my sword is true and strong, i know that the ratmen exist.
Illusions & Mirrors (Citadel Truths - Eps 5)
Who are we, the shadows of the past, to question what is real and what is not real." she pointed to the kimono, "put this on. the elders wish to see you and your friends." nikon got up, dressing herself in the kimono and sandals.
Black Meridian 25: Ov Memory, Ov Void
“i know what is real." “you shouldn't be so sure kitty-cat." beau said with a grin. drast nodded. “the things we discovered… we took five men, gave them a unique, but shared, experience.
Takes One to Know One
"well what is real exactly, what sensations do you consider to be fact or fiction, better yet, does it even matter, cutie?"
An Eventful Night Out
But who knows what is real these days on the datanet? she started to follow the streamer, hoping to catch another glimpse of the exotic iksar.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book I Chapter 3
He saw her pupils jumping between him and the image she saw behind his back and every time it happened she blinked, clearly trying to discern what is real and what is just an illusion.
Heart in Me
"you claim to decide what is real? you? a hybrid of a wolf and a creature that doesn't exist? how real are you?" he looked down at himself: at the golden fur, the white scales and wing membranes of his naked body. a wolfdragon, he called himself.
If Only You'd Wanted Me Back
We want what is real, but we won't risk giving what is real. i wanted my mother, and she denied me herself. i wanted to teach, to create, to become myself, and academia forbade me to be genuine.
Windswept
._ 'every day that passes, my mind loses its grip on what is real, and what is not, i feel that the world has ostracised me and is now leaving me to rot away, alone, as if i was a failure of natural selection.