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Alright- just what WAS this thing? Matt had went out shopping a bit back- he'd gotten a little extra from his paycheck and figured he deserved something to spruce up the house. Headed to the mall, he was surprised that there was a new store there- and it wasn't even a big chain franchise or anything! Instead it was this spooky goth spiritual place called “Devildom.” As campy as the place looked, he couldn't deny there were some neat little oddities- especially the one he ended up taking home. It was a decently sized gold sculpture- he had no idea what it was of though. All he could tell was it was vaguely person shaped and…that was it. The cashier said it was an idol of some kind- considering how cheap it was despite its size and the fact it was actually solid metal, he decided to take it. Maybe he could resell it later for a bit more or something. But as he sat the bag down in his living room and put the idol on his table, he found his eye drawn to it again. Something about it

Yknow, Trin was starting to doubt that purchase he’d made a few days back. Sure, he’d always been a bit of an impulse spender, but it was usually on things that were cheap and harmless. But something about this one? He got a bit of a bad feeling about it. A day or two back he’d taken a trip to a part of town he didn’t visit a ton and realized there was this new weird-looking shop that wasn’t there before- “Devildom”, some kind of occultist store or something in that vein. The items inside the gothic building were the usual fare for a shop like this- books about demons, candles and crystals, an animal skull or two, etc etc. He was ready to leave, only for the man working behind the counter to stop him on his way out. After a bit of discussion, he’d established that “store policy” was to make sure no one left empty handed, pulling Trin back to the counter so he could make his offer. And a strange yet tempting offer it was- out of all the odd and mystical items he expected the man to

HEADS UP: As mentioned in the title this story contains FtM TF, tooning, as well as reality shift. If any of these aren't your scene, feel free to dip out now. Serenity spread out her blanket across the grassy hill, laying on her back with her hands behind her head as she stared up at the starry sky. A gentle sigh left her lips, a small cloud forming from her breath due to the slight chill in the air. This…this was nice. There were no sounds coming from the woods except an occasional bit of birdsong, and even though it was a bit chilly it wasn't cold enough she needed a super thick coat, and the stars….they seemed extra pretty tonight, with her even swearing she saw a ring of rainbow around their edges if she squinted. Everything about it was absolutely perfect. The young woman had been desperate for a change of scenery lately, and this late-night hillside was the perfect place for her to get that. Things hadn't really been overwhelming or anything, but if she didn't get something

BEFORE YOU READ: This story contains partial MC as well as reality shift. If either of these aren’t your thing, feel free to leave. Fencing- it wasn’t what MOST people jumped to when they decided they needed a new hobby, but it was what opened itself up to Matt. I mean, when you have a fencing club open so close to your home, you take it as kind of a sign, don’t you? He wasn’t the best at it, but he had to admit it was pretty fun. Plus it was something he’d wanted to try for a while, so it gained some bonuses just for that. He sat his bag down in the locker room and was about to put on his fencing gear, before something caught his eye. A large black hat with a fluffy white feather poking out of the brim paired with a long black pecoat, the inside magenta and a floral pattern of the same hue lining the sleeves and collar. Huh? He picked it up curiously, looking at it curiously. Had…someone left it here? Why would someone leave an outfit like this here? Why would someone wear an

HEADS UP: This story contains AR along with reality shift. If either of those things aren’t your cup of tea, feel free to leave. Reed wasn’t huge on cons, but he wasn’t one to turn down a free event. He’d needed a break from work, and it turned out that there was a decent-sized convention that wasn’t too far from him- and the best part was that entrance was free! Even if he didn’t really paint himself as part of that “nerd” lifestyle, anything was better than sitting around the house and doing nothing. And so here he was, spending his weekend surrounded by cosplayers and people selling art for things he’d never watched. He had to admit, some of these things looked pretty interesting, and it was way nicer than he’d expected the area to be. Especially this latest place he'd stumbled upon- a decent sized booth full of instruments from video games and shows and the like. While he couldn't deny that everything here was pretty well made, nothing really stood out to him- that was until he

BEFORE YOU READ: This story contains goo as a TF trigger, female to male TG, growth (because One Piece heights are Stupid), and very light (?) body horror. If any of these are things you’re not into, probably should skip this one. Yknow those cravings you get sometimes? When all of a sudden, you REALLY want something out of the blue that you haven’t thought about in months, if not YEARS? Ash was currently experiencing that, and she would murder a man for some mochi right now. She wasn’t even sure how her train of thought got onto the sweet, but now it was all she could think about. “Uuuugh….” She groaned, pulling on the sides of her long red hair. “Mochiiii…” It was like midnight, she couldn’t just go out to the store and buy some or get it on DoorDash or whatever- she wanted to just sleep the craving off, but now she was actually hungry and knew getting to bed would be a nightmare- she sighed, head flopping down onto the table. What did she do now?... Well…she could try and make

There was a fair in town, and fairs always meant the worst food you’ve seen in your life. Food that was so bright and colorful that it was essentially a poison dart frog to most people was a siren singing its alluring song to Bernie, no matter how often her friends told her otherwise. They constantly joked that one day the ridiculously sugary food she ate would finally kill her, but those jokes never deterred her from her quest. Today’s trek was to a local fair, which made it all the more interesting to her- who KNEW what kind of food violations of the Geneva convention she’d end up stumbling upon here? Well currently…not much. Most of the food she saw was pretty generic fair food- still pretty dang good, but nothing that really caught her eye. It was just funnel cake, cotton candy, deep fried red velvet Oreos- that last one made her pause, eyes falling onto the booth that sold them. “Flashy Fryers”- Now THAT was something that sounded both good and disgusting. She made her way to

Today Jun had learned that peer pressure worked, even in the subtlest of ways. Before headed out they’d jokingly posted “I’m headed to the store, y’all want anything?” In their group chat and, as expected, the jokey responses immediately flooded in. However, one stuck in their head as they went shopping. Those chocolate hazelnut cookie tube things- id kill a man for those they’re so good for no reason Chocolate cookie…tube…things? Now that they’d thought about it, they’d definitely seen those out of the corner of their eye as they shopped once or twice- but actually having his attention brought to them made him wonder if they actually were good. The thought persisted once he’d actually made it to the store, and soon enough he'd found himself back home and unpacking groceries when the tin made itself visible in the bag. Jun sighed, honestly not even remembering tossing them into their cart. But oh well- they had them now, and they couldn't deny they were still curious about if they

BEFORE YOU READ: This story contain MTM TF, partial MC, and reality shift. If you don’t like any of those, feel free to leave. A… party? Kuzu blinked again. He was just clearing out his mailbox and sorting through piles of junk and bills when an envelope caught his eye. It was far fancier looking than anything he’d ever received before, complete with a bright pink wax seal with a marking that almost looked like a dragon’s claw. Aw man…he hesitated as he held the envelope. This definitely wasn’t his- it was way too expensive looking, and he never got invited to anything. Plus wasn’t opening someone else’s mail like- a felony? He didn’t wanna go to jail over this…but on a closer look, there wasn’t anyone else’s name on it…well there wasn’t a name in the first place but- plus it was in HIS mailbox, so no one could really blame him- so he went ahead and ripped the seal in half, revealing the hidden contents inside. The actual contents of the letter surprised him as much as the initial