Dysphoria

Dysphoria

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Lilith Jackson was a normal, simple, and dull woman at the prime of her age. She worked a dead end job, had no family, and pretty much spend her days alone in her house playing games almost all day. So when the new game "Cult of the Lambs" dropped she simply was ecstatic. It was cute, had adventure, decorating, and customizing the characters that she simply adored. She was eager to play though driving home she didn't expect to go so drastically, but guess beggars can't be choosers. What she really didn't expect was to be reborn... In an Anamorphic sheep. Now she is assuming she is inside said game... But what was it about SHEEP did she forget about? A/N: I own nothing, but some ocs of mine. #4 for cultofthelamb (10/5/2022) #2 for lamb (10/10/2022)
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Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack. Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story. Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him. Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.

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