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We finally, finally reached the end of 2020 the long long nightmare year from hell. Some more frayed at the ends than others, but we made it out. and with luck 2021 can be a much much better year.  So 2020 was a pretty good year for me. I started my twitter account(if you aren't you should follow it)  I managed to crank out a caption here on the blog for every month with the exception of July.  August was actually the busiest month with a total of three caps  and still balanced out to a total of 12 caps for the blog in a whole year!  Thats not counting all the stuff on my twitter to.  With all that out of the way I do wanna know https://www.strawpoll.me/42357832 What was your favorite caption from me this year?   Anyhow. Lets drink to the new year! 

 ‘Twas the night before the night befor christmas, and all through the house, not a creatures was stirring. Well, save the only two people in the house.    Avery’s parents were divorced and he was trapped with his dad this year. Something that was so dull it was likely to drive him to minor insanity from the pure uneventfulness of it. His father Thomas was a boring, no thrills, play everything safe kind of individual which made doing anything fun next to impossible during the time he had to stay with him. It was weird because it made him wonder why it was his mother had left dad in the first place, what was there to possibly be worth getting a divorce over.  He sat around playing a video game in the living room, tv muted, headset on. A bored 17 year old with nothing to do.  “Hey buddy” he heard his dad before he felt a package land on the spot on the couch below his feet. got a gift in the mail today”  He stared at the plain package and picked it up  “Figure if you want you can open it

 So a sizeable chunk of my blogs posts have no images attached to them. This is due in part to a personal habit of mine where rather than hosting the images on the blog itself I choose to use the "by url" option when uploading images onto the posts I make. What I didn't know is that this predicates entirely off whether or not the website the url is attached to still exists. This lack of foresight is the primary reason why the blog is having the issues it has right now.  Right now I'm simply waiting to see if the website's servers reactivate, if simply because this happened once before.  If nothing changes before the end of the year I'll start the process of fixing the posts by replacing the images with new ones hosted directly off the blog

Hot off the press a "classic" style cap.  This one was both another attempt at brown nosing, while also a challenge of emulating the style of some of Evie Hydes classic captions.  This cap is an attempt at following up the special classics "Can't get your friend back" and "Can get your friend back" two classic caps that have not been properly uploaded on the archive as of yet, but were two very sexy and fun caps that are still a source of excitement for me.  Hope you, and Evie, enjoy this.  

UPDATE: So while being the horny woman I am ended up stumbling on to a path that lead me directly to VanessaTG's blog. https://vanessatgcaptions.blogspot.com/ The only downside being she hasn't posted since november of last year, but it certainly beats the initial idea that she was long gone. That said, I'm leaving this post and the other post up unless I'm asked to remove it.   So to the keen minded you may remember I made a post last christmas regarding an archived classic cap from a favorite writer of mind that we lost during the great tumblr purge and how I had two caps from that person that would otherwise be lost if I hadn't had them saved in my tumblr.  You may also remember I said I'd post the second in the upcoming week after posting that christmas one.  I'm a very flawed human. 

If you are reading this, you are reading the last words I will ever write and I can only hope you learn from my actions as I was murdered by my own hubris.  In writing this I summarize my descent into darkness, trying my hardest to make sure these final hours are spent ensuring that someone might be able to see this and prevent it from happening again.  Tucker's sister Whitney had always been a focus of my life. A deep abiding crush that had weighed on my heart since the both of us were children. It hurt me deeply to see her having fallen in love with someone else, and it was devastating to know she was getting married this year.  Knowing my chances were well past and ruined I found my thoughts dwindling to dark places, trying desperately to find a way to have her, to have my Whitney.  Fate would have it then, that a woman named Izzy would find me. She said she felt the pain in my heart, and knew I loved someone who would never return my feelings, and in her mercy she blessed me wi

As a divine entity with a limitless cosmic power to alter anything at will, I would like to state that while omnipotent, I am not Omnipresent.  Here, we have two such victims of that particular draw back of mine.  Taylor and Scott. I spied them in my bar having a “bro night” after a long week at work. I could tell they both had earned from the tired look in the way they slumped their shoulders.  But I also saw more. My power of empathy, reading their deeper subconscious thoughts. I found. Repression, while I didn’t have the entire picture I knew that there was a “more than friends thing”  So I wiggled my fingers at them and enchanted them with what I call “The Idealisation Curse” something that would turn them both into an ideal lover for the other. In previous instances of this particular enchantment I’d been able to turn two besty sorority girls into a jock and bimbo. And with Taylor and Scott I had no reason to suspect that by the end of the night they would feed off each other in a

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Content Warning: While it's probably nowhere near as dark as other caps that have been posted in the past month, this cap has a lot more 'edge' than my usual variety of stories.

“Ohhh! Oh god please, stop! Stop I promise I’ll never cheat again!” Carl groaned as his tits grew larger, swinging roughly with each thrust into his ass “Please erica!” he cried, his mind was battered with every thrust, every slap of her hips against him shaking out a memory of his rapidly disappearing manly life. Erica laughed through the sound of the slaps of her hips meeting his ass, lust and hate burning together as she watched her ex’s ass and hips inflate as she pounded him. It had been days since Erica had seen walked in on her boyfriend fucking with, she’d seen the signs, but never expected Carl to be so brave as to fuck someone in their own bedroom. He didn’t see her. The Fucker. She’d spent the next days outside the house as much as possible travelling through a sex shop, the shop keeper saw her “I see your pain.” the keeper said “You want revenge. Let me get you what you need” It was an unsuspecting Dildo with a strap on harness. “Use this, you sound less like

For those following me on twitter, you'll instantly recognise this story from there. I liked it enough I thought I'd put it up here so it could be found more easily. I've poked it here and there and formatted it to be better than what Twitter limits me too. A sort of attempt at honoring the long now gone SmittyTG, a legend amongst some of the community. Enjoy.

So while I have everyones attention I'd like to post a survey about what kind of content you've all liked and what I should try writing in the future.  https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/CHPTYBV I'd really like it if you all helped me figure out what I should do more of. 

I look into her eyes and can tell he’s in there, and he absolutely hates me.  When he showed me the magic spellbook he’d never used it, hell according to him he’d never been able to read the magic book, so imagine his surprise when on a whim I read a passage out of it and managed to manifest some beers for the both of us to drink. Apparently it wasn’t actually written in english like I thought I was reading.  The assumption was that someone magic lived in my family line, and because of that, I was able to read and use the book.  I wasn’t...completely honest about things with the book at times. Danny asking me certain spells. And me telling them they all seemed “basic”  Illusion spells, summoning spells (nothing major, the transposition of images from objects pictures into real life was somehting I could do, but I couldn’t pull people out of the image.)  But there were spells I weren’t totally divulging, partly because I worried what he’d want if I told him the full extent of the spells

I'd been dragging my feet on this one, primarily because I would have needed to make an email account to go along side it, but I finally decided to try to expand my reach a little and make a Twitter page. https://twitter.com/RosiesCapCorner In the same vein as everyone else I'll be using it to link back to this blog, as well as write those ever popular micro-fictions that have been sweeping the caption community by storm.

Trevor had spent 6 days in lock down before he realized he’d actually been in lock down for 9 days. This was by design. He doesn’t remember the deleted message history with his friend where the elixir recipe was shared He doesn’t remember where the index card for the recipe is hidden. Or that the vials are hidden in a completely separate place just incase he does remember. He does remember that he’s been stuck house sitting for his sister and brother in laws home while the stay at home order is in place. And he does remember spending the time laying around lazily on the soft sheets of their bed, and he certainly remembers how nice it felt to jerk off laying naked on those sheets. He doesn’t remember the sashaying around in his sisters lingerie. Or using her dildo to bring himself to a mind shattering orgasm He doesn’t remember the time spent looking at all those male models fingering himself He remembers occasionally getting into his brother in laws whisky collect

Daniel Webster stared in the mirror feeling a sense of discomfort and dread. Shirtless he pressed a hand along the cold smooth silvered glass, watching as his reflected image stared back, matching his concerned look. As he’d worked something felt..off, a sagging every so often would trip him up at work, he felt hot and sticky, but his body no longer produced sweat. Every once in a while he had ran his hand through his hair...it felt..fake..almost wig like in it’s nature. It had been hours since then and the small signs of something wrong only grew. He felt...trapped. His clothes which were new...felt less direct to his skin, and more like they were layered. Which is what lead him here. Standing in front of a mirror, trying to find..it. The problem. And then something caught his eye...his eyes. Slowly he leaned in staring, he leaned back as a millionthoughts rushed through is mind as he stumbled across the floor to the bathroom. He held out his eye lids with his left index and t

So this was going to be a Black Library Cap. but I've since kind of decided I would put it up here and see how well it's received.  The title is a nod to the classic series of Fictionmania stories "Changing Channels" by Zouscha, but that is where the connection ends sadly. Anyhow. Hope you like it.