The Book of Warlock 9. The Collector.
Then as it travels, disrupting life as it moves, the fabric of reality itself will begin to fray. like an acid eating away at cloth. eventually, the reality it resides in will purge itself.
2nd person Hippogryph TF for Glenhall
Looking up and back, your neck suddenly twists far more than it should be able to, just in time to get a full view of the bulges on the back of your shirt, before the fabric tears and two large wings break out, folding up towards your neck and then
12 Fairtale Close
They look perky and welcoming, the nipples only just obscured by the fabric which wove in and out like waves across her features. she has one arm above her head as she leans against the door frame. she's done her eyes as well.
Finding Guawysvern
_ _the demon grimaced, his expression hidden by a dark shadow from his long bangs, the thick fabric of the gag in his mouth silencing him from responding to any of the words being spoken by his siblings, the group criticizing him for a crime that was worthy
Jurash "goju" Sulfam (French version)
Sortie des écoles avec un bac pro eleec (électricien tout bêtement) obtenu par alternance en pleine crise économique, il se trouve un emploi d'homme à tout faire dans une entreprise de fabrication de papier toilette où il passait son temps à ... déboucher
Feral Dialysis - Prolouge
Billions of lives were cut short from all species fathomable, caused by their self delusion that they were the chosen species, favored by divine intervention; when in reality it was entirely self fabricated.
Your odd morning
Your mind from a single foot than anything before all to seen getting to the end of the trainer the scent at the end being stronger than the top as you look back wall hugging the toe of the footwear, the light blocked off for a moment then like a wall of fabric
Divine Age
It felt as if it had been bound in silk, his digit smoothly tracing over the fabric.. he reverently slipped it off the shelf. it weighed heavily in his paws, its pages were disgruntled and tan with age.
Johns New Son 2
Jason was on cloud nine as he grew unconfterble with the wet fabric around his fer he begn to think of what to do so he thought long and hard ontill he figured why not cry its what babies do to get atention so he did just that.it started off as tears
Misconceptions- Interlude
My clothes were still damp and i could feel where his hand had pressed the cool fabric against me. "you don't have to." but i wanted him to. i was tired of wearing these same old, ragged clothes day after day after day.
Backstory
He stayed with them, learning much about the very fabric of the universe, but chose to leave once the threat of war reared its ugly head once again.
The Ride to the Function
I sat across from him on the massive front bench seat of the old 1970's sedan, an ocean of navajo-print fabric separating us as the irked-looking dingo gazed forward, his eyes locked on the road.