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  2. jtchef

    The Tale of the Muscular Manservant

    This story is amazing!! Thank you for rendition of "Around the World in Eighty Days" 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻 This is much better than the original.
  3. ploder4

    Using other people's characters

    This would be my blanket permissions I would give to the forum authors here ploder4: I give limited rights to all forum members on muscle-growth.org to use any characters and settings provided in my written works to be used for continuations in their own works provided that they give proper reference to the original author (ploder4). These works can only be used in this forum only. Posting to any other forum or website or blog requires the original author's permission before posting. I give limited rights for others on this forum to copy and paste my work for their own archival purposes. They may not be re-posted as copied in whole or in part without contacting and making proper reference to the original author. The continuing author by making elaborations and modifications to the original author's works give FULL PERMISSION AUTOMATICALLY for the original author to copy and modify the continuing author's work based from that original author. I as the original author of my works reserve the rights to change or revoke these permissions at any time. What do people think. I know it's a bit legal like but it covers what I want from other authors who use my work or elements of my works
  4. And now, Jesse in Action: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph574db2433c302 (with Diesel Washington) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5711563acf8f0 (with Jessy Ares) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph56f59bf0043f4 (with Nick Prescott) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5812279bed415 (with Bruce Beckham) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph574479bf4e672 (with Donnie Dean) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph582ca34342b0b (with Hunter Marx) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph573b4970e90f4 (with Rogan Richards) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph56c501e9c3afd (with Eric Nero) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59e8809086168 (with Steve Roman) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph56f31cadd6c55 (with Colt Rivers)
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  6. This one took me a little while to get through, but it's longer than average. Chapter 23 Three little words: ‘41 Haversham Road’. I put down the phone, take a deep breath, and check myself over in the mirror. What I see is a marked improvement over the way I looked in that Starbucks bathroom, but that’s not saying much. The blood is gone, and my hair has been washed, my teeth brushed, my face rinsed. But there’s no hiding the pallid complexion or the bags beneath my eyes. It seems like only moments have passed before I hear a knock on the door. Through the translucent glass, a large shadow is visible. I’m sure he’s watching me right now. Part of me wants to let him stew, maybe text him that I changed my mind. But I can’t do that. He’s here and if I know Dean Lawson, he’s not leaving without me. I open the door and look up into that beautiful face. He really is flawless, so unlike me. His shirt stretches over obscenely thick muscles which seem ready to tear through the fabric with ease. I can tell he pushed a hasty comb through his soft hair, which is the most he ever needs to do. My stomach flutters at the sight of him. No matter what he does to upset me, I will never be able to look at him without awakening the butterflies in my belly. Each breath pushes his slab-like pecs up against the fabric of his shirt, threatening to tear the seams. It's not even particularly tight, and yet I can trace the powerful mounds of muscle under the fabric. His neck, traps, delts, and triceps cause it to rise and sink as it struggles to wrap around shoulders broader than any human should be. And yet it falls loose around his core. His wandering eyes linger on my foot before returning to my face. Dean has never been a hard man to read and his thoughts are usually clear on his face. But for once, I’m stumped. He looks at me with an expression I don’t understand. A strange combination of anxiety, concern, despair, fear, desperation, anger, pride, hope, and joy – I never knew someone could appear to feel so many things at once. “Hi.” I say, barely louder than a whisper. Without a word, Dean steps closer and wraps his arms around me, firm but gentle, plucking me from the ground so that my head rests in the crook of his neck and his nose is in my hair, where I can feel the warmth of his body seeping through me, hear his racing heart. Where I feel safe. I run my hands over his body, registering the raised veins that criss-cross every inch of him with the tips of my fingers. I feel the striations ripple under my touch. “I’m sorry, Jake.” He mutters. “I never should have lost control, I never should have freaked out and flown away, I never should have left you to deal with the mess I made all by yourself in the middle of the night, while you were hurt, and I know you probably hate me and just want me to leave you alone, but…” He takes a breath. There’s a slight quaver to his voice. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” “I don’t hate you, Dean.” I reply as a tear rolls down my cheek. His hold tightens in response. He doesn’t say anything else. There will be plenty to talk about later, but right now, I just want my muscle-bound boyfriend to cradle me protectively against his chest. And that’s what he wants too. Dean stands in the hallway of Kat’s house, swaying lightly from foot to foot, his large fingers exploring my hair as I breathe in the scent of his skin. It might last five minutes or five hours, but it’s not long enough. For the first time since all this began, I feel warm. Really warm, right to my core. And when Dean eventually moves to put me down, it’s with a long, sad sigh. Afterward he seems determined to keep in physical contact, either by holding my hand, or touching my shoulder, kissing my neck – whenever he has a chance to touch me, he does. And I revel in every second of it. “I understand why you lost control, and I know you were angry. So was I. And if our positions had been switched, I’d probably go berserk too. But what happened to those men… It can’t happen again.” Dean’s eyes grow sad. He stares at his feet as he nods. “It won’t. I swear.” “I’m sure you mean that. But do you really think you can make guarantees?” I think back to the man I saw tearing through my kidnappers like butter. “It was like you became someone else.” “What do you mean?” “I know you, Dean. That wasn’t you. There’s something dark hidden in here.” I poke his granite pecs. “It comes out when you’re scared of losing me. I don’t know if it’s just a fight or flight thing, or if it’s a multiple personality disorder, or maybe we’re dealing with some real Jekyll and Hyde shit, but when you came back to yourself, I don’t think you had any idea what had happened.” Dean remains silent for a long time, seemingly deep in thought. He opens his mouth to speak more than once, before shutting it again. Then finally, he whispers. “I’ll try to stop it. It’s not a guarantee, but I’ll try. I never want you to look at me the way you did in that factory. Never again.” “I’ll be with you every step of the way, okay? We’ll figure it out together.” And God help the world if we don’t. I lean forward, fully intending to meet Dean’s lips in a kiss that has my fingers curling and my stomach doing flips. But as usual, Kat interrupts. “Is that him? Oh shit, he’s a big one.” As she speaks, my frown grows deeper, and Dean can’t help cracking up. I'd slap him if he wasn't so hard. “I mean, he looked big in the video, but… wow. Good taste, Jake! Very good taste.” The laughter suddenly stops. Dean narrows his eyes at me. “Video?” I try to hand-wave the subject away. “We can talk about it after lasagne. Don’t worry, it’s nothing big.” “Jake, I know you’re lying. I can spot every micro-expression you make.” My chin is raised between his thumb and forefinger until I’m forced to meet his steely gaze. “So we can talk about it now.” I try to back away, but find myself trapped by muscular arms. The pressure on my back is light but firm and totally unyielding. Dean wants to keep me here until I spill the beans, which means I’m not going anywhere. “You’re on the news.” I say with a grimace. “Some people saw a car crash into you and put the whole thing online. It spread all over, and then the police started talking.” He smacks his forehead hard enough to shatter stone. “The school kids…” “Look, it’s not that bad. Sure, a few politicians are calling for a manhunt to bring you in, but-“ “A manhunt?” He visibly pales at the word. “We knew this would happen, Dean. We have options. You have options. I’ve already gone over the whole thing. But I don’t want to spend tonight thinking about the rest of the world. I just got you back.” Dean eventually relents. “Fine. But we’re sorting this whole thing out first thing tomorrow.” I open my mouth to speak, but am once again cut off by Kat. She sweeps into the hallway to tell us the lasagne is done, and we should eat it now while it’s hot. Yes, there is enough for everyone. I start stuffing my face just to give myself a reason not to speak. Across the table, Dean eyes me with a curious smile pulling at his lips. “What is it?” “Nothing.” “You’re not the only one who can spot a liar, Lawson.” I accidentally spit out a piece of mince on the word ‘spot’, causing Kat to burst into laughter. “There’s…” Dean shifts awkwardly, now nervous all of a sudden. “There’s something I need to get.” “Right now?” What could be so important that he needs leave in the middle of dinner? Dean is usually so open with me, the fact that he left out what he’s getting is suspicious in itself. “Yeah. Right now. I’ll be back as quick as I can.” There’s a blast of wind, and he’s gone. “I thought it would be a blur, like on Smallville.” Kat says, shaking her head in astonishment. “But it’s not even that. It’s too fast to be a blur. He’s there, then he’s not.” “I keep telling him it’s rude to spontaneously disappear in the middle of a conversation.” “Do you ever get used to that?” Kat asks. “No. It’s crazy, isn’t it? He’s shown me what he can do – or at least, a fraction of it. I don’t think I could really imagine the full extent of his power. But after what I saw, it boggles my mind that anyone would choose to mess with him. I guess they just didn’t know. His power is terrifying. The things he’s done with it, even more so. But at the same time, he’s so damn irresistible. I never thought it was possible to love someone in such a profound way. It sounds contradictory, I know. But it’s true.” Kat nods along as if she’s heard it all before. “You know, the ancient Greeks had a word for something which is in equal parts terrifying and irresistible.” They called it τέρας – or teras.” “I wish we had a word like that.” “We do. The English translation of teras…” She fixes me with a shrewd stare, “is ‘monster’.” “Dean isn’t a-“ “There’s no shame in it, Jake. We all have monsters of one kind or another. It just so happens that your monster comes with abs. But Dean is a monster all the same.” She lowers her voice, as if that could stop Dean from overhearing her. Most likely, he isn’t listening, but if he was, he’d hear the blood pulsing in her capillaries, her breath, the slide of her eyes as they move inside their sockets. He hears everything he wants to hear. “The question is how you deal with a monster. You can embrace it, the good and the bad, but monsters are uncontrollable. They’re volatile. That’s a dangerous choice. You can defeat it – not really an option in your case. Or you can control it.” “I can’t control him. Only he can do that.” “He can only do it when you make him. For whatever reason – maybe having you near is calming or something. But you told me that when he comes back from the brink, it’s never by his own volition. It’s by yours.” “You’re giving me too much credit.” “Or maybe I’m totally right.” “Let’s say you were. What if it isn’t enough?” We hear the front door open and close. At first I think it’s Dean, but then I hear a voice I don’t recognise. It’s deeper, rougher, harsher. “Baby, I’m back!” Kat springs into action, racing through the house. “Brad!” She screams, leaping into his arms, kissing him so hard I’m surprised he doesn’t lose any teeth. “You said you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow!” “Disappointed?” “Of course not!” She leans in to whisper-shout in his ear. “Just means I don’t have time to clean out Ann Summers.” This makes him grin devilishly, squeezing her ass in his large hands. “We’ll make time for that, don’t worry.” I’d heard about Brad through friends of friends. At 6’6” and 250lbs, Bradley Hastings is an ex-Royal Marine, and a force to be reckoned with. I don’t know what he does now, but he clearly hasn’t let himself go. If anything, leaving the forces must have given him a chance to take up some serious steroids, which give him the veined, hulking look that I love so much about Dean. But Bradley has a very different face that speaks of a different life. Where Dean’s skin is smooth, Brad’s is weathered. Dean’s eyes shine with innocence and excitement and Brad’s are dark and analytical. Brad has scars, many scars, and a nose which has clearly been broken in a few places. Dean doesn’t have so much as a freckle. So it’s with a certain shyness that I poke my head around the corner and wave hello. His eyes immediately flicker to me. “Who’s your little friend?” “Oh, that’s Jake. Gay friend from uni. He’s been going through a rough patch, so I let him stay over until he gets sorted. Is that okay?” She sets to work on wooing Brad over while he effortlessly holds her weight cradled in his arms. “Come on, baby. He’ll probably be gone tomorrow.” I stand awkwardly as Brad eyes me up and down. I feel like I’m being interrogated even though he hasn’t said a word to me. But I can guess what he’s thinking. These limp arms, the weak frame, plain face, short stature. I’m no threat. “And you’re sure he’s gay? One hundred percent?” “Of course.” “So he hasn’t tried to do anything with you?” I feel those dark eyes boring into me. “Nothing at all?” “Nothing.” After a few tense seconds, Brad sighs and kisses Kat on the cheek. “Fine. Just tonight.” Then his eyes seem to catch on the shoes by the door. A pair of knock off Jimmy Choos, my one remaining black work shoe, and two colossal brown boots, so big that all three of the others could fit inside them. The boots make Brad’s own shoes look childish by comparison. He glares at them, then me, then Kat. She tries to calm him, to explain that Dean isn’t some lover, but it’s too late. He’s already put her down, drawn the handgun tucked into his jeans, and has stormed halfway through the house before Kat has a chance to call after him. “Where is the bastard? I’ll fucking kill him.” Brad roars. “Baby, it’s not-“ “Be quiet, Kat. I’ll deal with you later.” He looks at her with such heartbroken betrayal. Against my better judgement, I speak up. “It’s not what you think.” “If you don’t want me to blow your fucking head off, you’ll shut the fuck up.” Brad snarls at me. Just then, the door opens and Dean steps inside. “What’s going on? I heard shouting?” He steps into the kitchen to find the three of us stood silent, as Brad points his gun at my face. The moment Dean appears, the gun pivots to him. Judging by Brad’s expression, even he’s shocked at quite how imposing Dean’s sheer size can be. I doubt he’s used to feeling small. Dean’s eyes begin to glow, his muscles start to flex, fists clenched, jaw tight. I place a hand on his arm and shake my head. In response, he starts taking deep breaths in an attempt to settle down. Gradually, mercifully, the signs of fiight-or-flight begin to settle. The beast is in his cage. “Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to put that down.” Dean says, subtly stepping in front of me to act as a shield. This only enrages Brad more. “You come into my fucking house, fuck my girl, and tell me to put down my motherfucking gun? Fuck you!” Now his voice is shaking with fury. I try to shift around Dean to get a look at the action, but a thick arm pushes me back into his shadow. The thick muscles of Dean's back push through his shirt. Bang. My breath freezes in my throat. I see the bullet land on the kitchen floor between Dean’s feet, crumped up like it had been squeezed in a hydraulic press. Bang, bang, bang, bang. Four more shots, four more bullets. Two of them fall the ground, but two ricochet off Dean’s impenetrable skin. One buries itself in the wall on my right, while the other smashes through a window. “Baby, please!” Kat blubbers through her tears. This needs to stop now. Brad could seriously hurt someone. I give Dean’s back a light push, whispering “Go.” He takes the hint. In a blur of motion, he’s no longer stood in front of me. He’s behind Brad. In one hand, he holds Brad’s gun, while the other arm is curled around his neck. Dean flexes his bicep, cutting off Brad’s air. Any attempts to shift the rock-hard muscles in his forearms are futile. Dean contains him easily. You’d think he was holding a 10 year old boy, not an ex-special forces bodybuilder. His forearms writhe and flex like columns of snakes. “Listen closely little guy, because I’m only saying this once.” I can hear the growing anger underlying Dean’s voice, but he still keeps his cool. “I didn’t fuck your girl. I’m Jake’s boyfriend, and I came here to bring him home. Stop acting like such a bitch, and we’ll be fine. But if you do anything else to risk Jake’s safety, I will take you out. Got it?” When Brad refuses to answer, Dean flexes tighter. “Are we clear?” “Clear.” Brad rasps. Dean looks to me, and when I nod, he releases Brad. The man falls to the floor as he desperately tries to pull air into his lungs. As I watch him struggle, it occurs to me that even though Dean subdued him, it was at my direction. He calmed at my touch, grabbed Brad when I told him to act, and let go only when I let him know that he should. I might have been able to reach Dean during a moment of anger before, but I’ve never been in control. Is this what he meant when he said he would try to change? We both know I’m the rational one, sure, and leaning on me to make decisions will prevent things from getting out of hand. But Dean never goes nuclear when I’m around. He goes nuclear when I’m taken out of the picture – either kidnapped, or hurt. That’s when he needs to be in control. When he won’t have anyone else to rely on but himself. I suppose what matters is that he’s trying. We can work out the method later. Without warning, Brad’s fist flies toward Dean’s face. Dean turns in a split second, gently catching the hand mid-air and pushing back, sending Brad sprawling on the floor. “I could’ve let you break your hand, you know. You’re welcome.” Dean scoops me up in one arm, running the fingers of his free hand down my face. “You okay?” “You handled that really well, Dean. I’m proud of you.” I pull him into a deep, slow kiss. Watching that encounter gave me hope. Just a little. Even though I could have been injured, Dean managed to hold back his anger long enough to eliminate the danger without anyone getting hurt. There’s still a long way to go, but it’s a start. “Ready to go home?” He says, securing his hold on me. Without thinking, I cuddle into his chest. “I kinda’ destroyed your flat, so we’ll have to make do with my place.” “You what?” Oh god. I make a silent prayer that my cookbooks survived. “So we’re going to the crazy house in Canada?” “Yeah. Sorry.” “Is… that the one with the double bed?” I smirk as we emerge into the dark, wet streets and rise through the sky. “King sized, baby.” Now Dean is smiling too. “Then I’m sure we’ll manage.”
  7. I don't remember a ton of details, but I think the protagonist is a jogger. He spots this big guy in a convenience store, noting his big forearms. Maybe he jogs by the guys house. He ends up in the guys house and he moves some furniture. After that they head inside but the rest is fuzzy, It was a myoder-like story, but I don't think it was actually on of his. Thanks!
  8. muscledrain

    Muscle suit version 2

    What was your experience like? I ask because the changes that occur in people's reactions to you would be immediately and noticeably different, or so I assume. As opposed to a slow change bodybuilding over time...
  9. anormorph

    Using other people's characters

    This thread's revival timing is a little freaky. I just contacted an author and asked if he was okay that his work had hooked me so thoroughly that I wanted to craft something in the world he created. I didn't/don't really have any intention of posting it though. It was more a submission of gratitude to him and to try and clear my mind so the characters he'd written weren't constantly distracting me. He was extraordinarily responsive and positive. Many people would be flattered, I hope, that their work resonates with someone so much that they want to write about it. I feel very strongly about asking and receiving permission though. If there isn't the author's consent to the content, even if the original is quite dated, I would feel very strange writing it, never mind posting it somewhere. One of my favourite things to see when a different writer contributes to a storyverse is the shift in tone. For example, some writers excel at comparison. Others have a knack for unadulterated smut. Or the perfect, excessive use of the word 'fuck' in such a way that makes the reader's balls churn with arousal. That exploration of the characters helps add to their depth.
  10. fitfan99

    Member Intro

    Westchester here. Bicurious guy into muscle worship, chatting with narcissistic ripped guys, and also interested to get into fitness myself.
  11. louisbalfour

    John's Growth Log

    Yeah this story is awesome? Is John gonna log how much stronger he’s getting too?
  12. JGMacroCreations

    The Office King

    That....was extremely satisfying for so many reasons. Great read thank you.
  13. JDavid

    Muscle suit version 2

    I have with the earlier versions, I havent tried yet with the full body.
  14. GlamRockCowboy

    Using other people's characters

    Whenever I use someone else's character(s) in one of my story, I ALWAYS ask them for permission first. I ALWAYS give the original author full credit in the title or opening text of the story in question, even if he is no longer active on this Forum. If I later receive word that the original author/creator does not approve of the way in which I have used their character(s), I remove the story from the Forum altogether, with an appropriate apology. I will NOT submit stories to this or any other online Forum in any other manner--it simply isn't right!
  15. Yesterday
  16. ploder4

    Revenge of the Nerds -  The New Football Team

    I do too. Justice served in a way.
  17. ncscuc

    Mr. Strong

    Great job!
  18. GrowingGeek

    John's Growth Log

    Loving this so far! Any chance of a new chapter soon? Can't wait for John to break 200!
  19. Laxyboyxn

    Can remember details but not title

    Thank you both!!! I knew the author name started with an A too and it was bugging the hell out of me. Much appreciated!
  20. CardiMuscleman

    The Tale of the Muscular Manservant

    Chapter Sixty Eight As his master, Fix and the rest of the Calvary followed the route that Jean had taken, Jean himself was looking down at his feet in despair. He’d been captured by the people who had attacked the train and was now bound inside one of their teepees almost certain to be scalped at the sunrise. It was all he could think of and as one of the Indians entered, wearing a head dress that Jean knew meant he was in the presence of a chieftain and as his lover had told him before they entered the United States, native American chiefs respected people who were like them. So Jean, realising that he could be killed at a moment's notice, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and pulled with every ounce of his strength to try and break the bonds. As the Indian watched this display of strength, he said one word that stopped Jean in his tracks. “Friend?” This single word took Jean by surprise and so nodding in desperation he hoped that his life was going to be spared, however when the chieftain pulled out a knife that was as long as his hard cock, he gulped and started to struggle again. However, the knife was used to cut Jean's bonds and as the chieftain walked away and left the tepee, Jean stood with a puzzled expression on his face. If only his master was here, he’d know what was happening. A few moments later he returned holding a very long tube, which he placed in his mouth in a manner that resembled smoking a cigar, sucking it and then blowing out two smoke circles. He then handed the tube to Jean who decided it would be a good idea to copy him and so followed suit. He did and as he handed the tube back, the Indian, now sitting in front of him with his arms and legs crossed spoke. “I will ask questions” he said, in a form of English that Jean could understand, “You answer with the truth!” Jean nodded at the direct instruction “I am a man of peace” he continued, “Why you attack with iron horse?” Jean looked at the Indian and scratched his head. What did he mean by an iron horse? Thinking hard, he tried to think of what might resemble an iron horse to these people. Suddenly, his eyes opened as he knew what the Indian was talking about. An iron horse was a train. The carriages were the wagons and the engine was what pulled it. “A warrior from a neighbouring tribe tell us you attack with iron horse; we attack you first!” concluded the Indian. Jean shook his head violently saying “What you call an iron horse, we call a railway train. It is a means of travelling from one place to another. I assure you that these trains don’t attack you, they have no reason to!” The Indian closed his eyes and started to mumble for a moment, then opened them and said “Ancestors of tribe believe you, you tell truth!” and with that he clapped his hands and as he did, a monster entered the teepee. A monster that made Jean go instantly hard. He had to be at least six-foot-tall, maybe even taller and looked as if he was heavier than some of the rocks Jean had seen in the desert. His chest, that seemed to just bulge whenever he breathed, had to be sixty inches, his waist thirty inches and his stomach, uncovered by any clothes as was the Indian who had summoned him, looked as if he had swallowed ten stones. As he stood there, Jean could feel himself wanting to send this monster of a man to heaven and even now was imagining him, thrusting his cock deep inside him. “Strong Bear” announced the Indian, “bring warrior to me who told us of attack. We shall ask him!” Strong Bear bowed and as he turned around to leave, Jean gasped. The loincloth covering his groin didn’t have a back and displayed the two most muscular glutes Jean had ever seen. This was too much and he came, moaning as he did so. The Indian noted this and said “Strong Bear, strongest brave ever to live, make many brave men moan like you!” to which Jean just nodded. A few moments later Strong Bear returned, holding a ribbon with a feather in it. As he handed it to the Indian, he said “White Man speak truth, Warrior ran away when I called him” As the chieftain examined the ribbon, he lowered his head in shame. “We should not have listened to false warrior” he said, “As chief of tribe, I beg forgiveness. Do you wish to return to iron horse?” Jean nodded with every fibre of his being. “Then tribe will act as guide” and with that the Indian stood up adding “You wish to ride with Strong Bear?” Jean just moaned as Strong Bear picked him up and said “White Man strong!” “But you are the stronger” moaned Jean as he came again.
  21. sithspawn

    Can remember details but not title

    He's got more on here too http://www.pridesites.com/omelissokomos/aardvark/index.html
  22. Milamber

    Can remember details but not title

    Here is the link for the author page: https://www.cyoc.net/user.php?op=userinfo&uname=Aardvark. All stories containing Hunter are part of the series.
  23. 11326

    Enhancements (Updated with Part 14)

    So hot!!!
  24. ploder4

    Using other people's characters

    It might help if authors put a statement up somewhere in their posts regarding what liberties people can take with each story if they wish to have that happen. It could go from a simple "DO NOT RE-POST OR REPRODUCE EXCEPT FOR ARCHIVE PURPOSES" to a more descriptive one. Any lack of such disclaimer should constitute as "do not re-post or reproduce for ANY circumstance" Or maybe another subthread could be put in where authors can put their disclaimers FORUM WIDE ONLY (which should mean the rules and license applies to the forum members only and probably should be stated as such). The authors can change those rules at any time. If posted in that thread it makes to provide or negate any rights and liberties to those in the forum (and what disclaimers the next author should state in their disclaimers such as links to original author websites or simple citation of source)
  25. I remember this story, I think it was one of the tumblr writers? Takeovertales, malemodification, fantasyvessels, etc. Not sure though. Good luck
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