Hobgoblin Childhood Friend


Our army group has been sent to rescue another army group that was ambushed and mostly captured. I’m particularly worried about a friend in the army group, and hope that we can rescue her in time before they decide to kill and eat her.

They saw us coming and sallied out from their camp to meet us, the orcs and goblins maneuvering their army into a proper formation for rushing us. We did the same, forming a mainly defensive formation for our enemy to hopefully break themselves upon.

‘Submissive’ Hellhound


I wanted to see a Greentext with a Hellhound who feigns submissiveness in public to turn on her husband, then power bottoms the fuck out of him if he gives in.

He’d have a huge exhibition kink, and what would draw more attention than a “submissive” Hellhound?

This was the request. I delivered.

The Flute, The Dancer, The Temple


Set in a world roughly, if vaguely, answering to the MGE universe. An eastward-bound trading caravan stops over for some days in a coastal town, and one merchant’s young assistant has a literally life-changing encounter with one of the residents – an apsara, a Mamono priestess of the goddess of love, who offers him a purpose beyond his wildest dreams.

The Archivist’s Apprentice- Madness Finale: Aftermath


***From the Journal of Lysander, Apprentice to the Royal Archivist***

I can’t even begin to remember how long I sat there, screaming, though I do remember that shining smile in the face of the purple monster in front of me. It faltered at my cries, falling into a look of grave concern. She approached, a comely torso slithering along the lower mass of teeth, eyes, and purple slime. As she came closer, I could do nothing but scramble further backward. The bookshelf rocked precariously above us, threatening to topple over onto me, but I was in no condition to think of anything but putting as much distance in between the slithering creature and my person as I could. The Madness of Philip Howard still gripped me, for his memories latched onto my mind like the writhing tentacles of the shoggoth snaking out to ensnare me.