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In all his existence Sigma had never expected to end up on a space station just to contact somebody he had never met. At least he knew that he would be back to the familiar and soothing song of home in a few short hours and leave this loud and chaotic place behind. Moving around the Second Great and Bountiful Human Empire as an Ood was a strange experience in itself, the mix of curiosity, indifference and shame on the faces, minds and emotions of others when they recognized his species and saw the attached communicator that marked him as a processed Ood. Sigma already knew where he would meet the other and was aware of the societal norms peo

Dean looked at the instructions for a last time and put the sheet away. He took a last deep breath and sorted his thoughts before he began. "I'm calling for Anyanka, Patron Demon Of The Women Scorned. I'm calling for justice to be served." It didn't take long for him to see a new figure before him. He couldn't see her face but the size and body shape was clearly female. "A man calls for me? You are aware what I do to your gender? I should annihilate where you stand for daring this." Dean was aware that him calling her was dangerous and the possibility of him dying messy very high. Still, he didn't know what else to do, this was the only pl

Inias stared at his brother. What had happened to Castiel, where was the angel he had known from before? To see him brought so low, so frail and insane, it didn't fit together with the Castiel of old. Yes, he was happy that the destructive force that had been Castiel's reign over heaven was over, but he didn't want him to end up like that. They never understood what really happened to him; first he was entranched in the civil war againts Raphael and after besting the archangel he suddenly decided to take the role of God. Not only that, their father hadn't even interfered in all this and hundreds of angels died: both during and after the war

Dean looked at the instructions for a last time and put the sheet away. He took a last deep breath and sorted his thoughts before he began. "I'm calling for Anyanka, Patron Demon Of The Women Scorned. I'm calling for justice to be served." It didn't take long for him to see a new figure before him. He couldn't see her face but the size and body shape was clearly female. "A man calls for me? You are aware what I do to your gender? I should annihilate where you stand for daring this." Dean was aware that him calling her was dangerous and the possibility of him dying messy very high. Still, he didn't know what else to do, this was the only pl

I know my spelling needs some work and the grammar could be better I puzzle over another word when I fail with every letter I know the message, the image clear fingers glide over the keypad The story shapes, the end is near My family thinks me mad A sudden ping disrupts my thoughts I watch the scene in silent terror The blue screne screams it was all for nought And laughs about my error I search and try to find again the file I just completed Of course the saving was in vain A big part stays deleted I take the shards, I start anew and hope for inspiration The story goes a bit askew but it's Okay for reparation I give it to my beta then,

John enjoyed the softness of the bed and looked to Kate who was already deeply asleep. He had missed this, the feeling of a body next to him, the sweet smell and curvy form pressing against him that meant female, the surprisingly cold feet that tried to steal his warmth. He hadn't been a monk in all his years as a widower but it wasn't that common either. While he didn't think he would ever have seen Kate again if she had not gotten pregnant it was still nice to see her again. In a lot of ways she reminded him of Mary, even ignoring the fact that Kate looked like his dead wife: both nurturers, both strong personalities, both way better then