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The Llama Who Saved the WorldIt was a rainy night when she appeared, claiming to be a researcher and wanting access to our library. Though many were wary of this traveler, King Llane decided it was best to allow her to stay. He ordered my partner and me to guard her.
As we made our way to the room that she had been assigned, she looked around with curiosity bright in her eyes. I took my chance to observe her.
She didn't look like any researcher that I had ever seen. She was beautiful, with short red hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She wore glasses and practical travel attire: a wool cloak, rough spun britches, and a light shirt. She carried a travel bag slung across her chest and leaned on a walking staff.
"Why are there no children?" she asked, startling me out of my appraisal.
I thought for a moment before answering, "Well, you see ma'am, the king's wife died giving birth to their second child and he never had the heart to remarry. He
Nuclear AftermathIt was a time of peace, love, and prosperity. A time when man helped his fellow man and there were no hardships. The Earth was lush and vibrant, a veritable bounty for the creature living upon it.
Yeah, right, when was it ever like that? I asked myself.
After three World Wars, the Earth was in shambles. A parched husk of its previous glory. Much of the wilds had died centuries ago between the encroachment of humanity and nuclear Holocaust. There was not much left, and what was around was once again being fought over.
"Central Russia was nuked yesterday," Clint stated.
"So?" I replied. "Just means that we stay indoors until whatever passes overhead is gone."
Clint glared at me over his newspaper, "Aren't you even slightly interested in what is happening in our world today, Cole?"
"It's not that I'm not interested," I answered, exasperated. This was a common argument among us. "It's
List-o-Mania Fridays-June 10, 2011-Morgan Freeman could narrate the phone book for me and I'd be happy. But alas, we have to narrate our bucket lists ourselves. So share with us your character's bucket list-- the things they'd like to do before they die.
-protect Michael at all costs
-travel to more than just the battlefield
-gain some allies
-tell Michael that I love him
-stop the war
-be something more that just a fallen Valkyrie
-June 17, 2011-Nicknames, maiden names, aliases or titles. List the things people have called you over the years.
-my little pet
-That Winged Bitch
-June 24, 2011-List....
5 things you're into right now
-Protecting what I love
-Defying the All-Father and Prophecy
-Chocolate-chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream (Hey, a girl's gotta have a vice!)
4 things that you used to be into, but aren't anymore
-Being a good little robot of a Valkyrie
Mundays-May 30, 2011-Let's talk about the bad guys!
1. What makes a good villain, in your opinion?
A good villain to me is much like a good hero: they have to have flaws. They can be all wicked and evil, but they still need to have something that gives them a little quirk; something that makes them not quite perfect; something that makes them vulnerable and therefore, they have something that even the good guys could exploit.
2. Do you tend to write more for villains or heroes?
I write more for heroes. It seems easier to write from their point of view than from a villians, but since I've never really tried it from the villians side, I suppose I should and see how I like it....not that I don't still prefer being on the good guys side.
3. Who wins more often in your stories, the good guy or the bad guy?
The good guys.
4. Have you ever written a redeemable / reformed villain? A good guy turned bad?
Not yet, but you never know, I may thro
SparringI used to spar with my sisters to hone my skills, now all I have is thin air. Sure, there's Michael, but I'm afraid I'll hurt him in the heat of the moment. He may be a man, but he's mortal and certainly has not had thousands of years of training. It's sad...pathetic really. The best exercise I get is when we're fighting one of the assassins. Well, more I'm fighting and he's running like all the dogs of Hell were on his ass, but still...
Sighing, I continue to swing my daggers through the air, twirling them intricately.
Twofer Tuesdays-June 7, 2011-For today, tell us about two enemies you've made in your life. Who are they? How do you feel about them? Is this a friendly rivalry, or the sort of battle that ends with only one person standing and the other in bits? Were you ever friends before? We want to know!
-Odin: The All-Father-I chose to defy him for one man. I chose to defy Armageddon. Now it will come down to either him or me. Fuck, I hope I win.
-Brunhilde-My sister-in-arms. The quirky little scientist who always knew how to lift my spirits. When I defied Odin, I betrayed her and all my other sisters. Maybe someday she'll forgive me.
-June 14, 2011-Today, we challenge you give us a scene/event from your character's story from the perspective of one person involved...
I had been watching him for months now; ever since he had seen me in that near-death experience he had. He had diligently done his research and now had fig
Interview with my CharactersNinja'd this from VampiricBountyHunter. Mwahahaha!
I'll use various characters from all my stories, labeling which story they come from.
1. Sylvana Mooncrest (RT)
2. Silmara (AC)
3. Ishetalia (VC)
4. Jade (Angels/Demons)
5. Tony (Misadventures of Indiana Tony (working title, bear with me))
1. Hello! How are all of you today?
Silmara: Well, I really miss Belthas, but otherwise, I'm fine, I guess. I do have Aiden to keep me company.
Ishetalia: -looks around-
Jade: How about them powers, huh?
Tony: You know, I explored this really awesome cave!
2. Let's get down to business. Are you a guy or a girl?
Sylvana: -continues to stare-
Ishetalia: I would think that's obvious.
Jade: Totally a chick!
Tony: It appears that I'm the only guy here...
3. What color is your hair? (apparently we're being interviewed in a dark room?)
Silmara: Mine's black!
Ishetalia: Deep red, alm
TS2-Of Butterflies and FairiesThe park was idyllic. Luminescent butterflies flew around with fairies chasing them. A brown haired little girl chased the fairies trying to catch them.
"Alright, Alesiya, time to go," an elderly, white haired lady called.
"But I don't want to!" Sara yelled back.
"We have too, Sara. You're party is tonight, do you want to miss it?" the lady asked.
Sara came running over to here. "Let's go, Marie!" she said excitedly.
Marie chuckled and picked the little girl up.
Sara awoke feeling content but excited. The dream had been much better than the one the week before. She wondered who Marie was. She was reminded of her grandmother.
Sara got up and ready for the day. It was bright and sunny outside. She decided to wear shorts and T-shirt.
She came bounding down the stairs, ready to meet the new day.
"You're not wearing that, young lady," her father said, barely lookin
Essence of Hyde - Addendum 1Samples of Hyde
'Bomber' Hyde - Mindset: Predator - Though she appears as a young teen, this spunky troublemaker was once a military explosive specialist with an uncomfortable fascination with fire. Unburdened by restraints, she gladly use her talents to help insurance scams and property seizure through a massive helping of explosions. She uses the money to fuel her other indulgences and is prone to play with lighters to alleviate her desire to burn and explode stuff.'Driver' Hyde - Mindset: Predator - A Hyde that is an adrenaline junkie, he finds the greatest satisfaction when he feels the thrill of intense speed in vehicles. Participating in illegal street races have been a welcome outlet to fulfill this desire and taste other sweet indulgences. He also finds it particularly thrilling to do transportation jobs too if only for the fun it brings even if that fun might not be what his employee d
Volcanion ReportVolcanion (the Steam Pokemon) is a legendary Fire/Water-type Pokemon found in the high mountains of the Kalos region. Defying the laws of nature itself in both life and abilities, Volcanion are powerful beasts that can more than bring the powers of fire and water to a crashing crescendo in any fight. They might not be the fastest beasts on four legs, but you would be better off leaving them alone, lest you end up with a scalding stream of water being blasted full force into your face!
Volcanion are walking biological contradictions and are duly noted as the only Pokemon that can possess the natural attributes of both the Fire and Water-types as a result of their extremely bizarre and complex anatomy. From what can be told from the few encounters that have been made with these animals, it seems that they are most likely mammals with a thick armored hide that protects well against physical attacks, which is a good thing because the inside of them could almost be conside
Furvus Wolf: Tackling the IssuesFurs gathered around the roof of the police department as Furvus rolled his massive shoulders a few times and grunted, pepping himself up wearing a dark blue tank top with POLICE written across its front in bold white letters and grey shorts. He also placed on black lifting gloves to his paws. Among the furs in the crowd were Michelle, Paul Henry, DJ and some of Paul Henry’s friends.
Sam elbowed Paul Henry in the mid section. “Do you think your dad can really pull this off?” Paul Henry nodded. “He’ll do so and more…go get it dad!” Furvus nodded and gave a thumbs up motion to Paul Henry as another officer with a mic called out. “Who’s ready for this lift for charity? The mighty Furvus Wolf will attempt to lift our police helicopter in a feat of unbelievable strength…wolf vs. machine…muscle to metal!” The crowd cheered as the news cameras rolled. Furvus stood in f
CreepyPasta: Ms. MidnightI was the type of person, who would ALWAYS take advice, no matter what it was. I always wanted to be the best that I could, make the right decisions, make as less mistakes as I could. Just because I didn't want to upset anyone.. When I was a young teenager, my mother always had conversations about me with boys.. And I strangely remember them all, I never actually thought about it at the time, but my mother would always nag and nag at me about it. 'Dont ever let a man control you Liza!! You are your own person, and no one else can make decisions for you!!' She always brought them up so randomly.. I honestly didn't ever pay any attention to her when she blabbered on, and on. But.. I remember. And when I think back to it, I really wish I would have...
I was about 18 years old, just started collage not too long ago. I was always extremely focused on getting good grades, so friends, and relationships came last. I was never really good at making friends anyway. There was a boy, wasn't anythi
First impression - StVillians Academy
First Time of Home, I wasn't aloud to go outside my House because you see I'm not like the other kids.
My name is Rosa, I'm 10 years old and I'm a Haunted Doll, at lest that's what my parents said I was. I live with them and my sister Julie. I don't remenber what happend for me to be this "thing" the only things I know is that my parents found my like this.
Has I grew up they noticed that I had some sorth of powers or speciels abilities and they didn't know how to teach me to control them so they thought it was best for me to go and stay in the StVillians-Academy .
When I arrived I wasn't sure if they wanted me there, afther all I was a no-face hanted doll.
As I was walking toward the building I saw alot for diferente people.
I was amaze at the guards out side the building they look scary so I thought they wouldn't find me too scary.
Rosa: Mr.Big Guy Could you tell me where's the Principal of the Academy ?
Slayer: Hum ? *looks down* Aren't you too young to be here little girl ? *grin*
Creepypasta the Fighters: Pirate Percy
Bio: Pirate Percy, or "Prowler Percy" as he was called in the show's pilot episode, is a marionette from the 1970's "TV series" (that's in quotes since the show itself is just mad kids observing static for a half-hour) Candle Cove. He is the pirate courier and scout for the Laughingstock. He has the head of a porcelain baby doll with a cracked left eye, red hair, and many ragged and lost parts of old dolls. He is the most cowardly of the crew. Despite that, he's careful and analytical as well as holding a big contempt with the crew. Whenever there's something dark and/or scary with treasure he has to check out, the ship, Ms. Laughingstock, always said to him, "You have...to go...INSIDE!"
Powers/Weapons: Pirate Percy has a knife which he might stab his crewmates with in constant usual fear. He also has a little wooden flute which he's talented at unlike the piano, which somehow saved his crewmates of the Laughingstock in the episode "Percy Plays Piano". He even happens to have a dark si
R+V: A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot: Ch. 37
Rosario + Vampire "A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot"
Chapter 37 "Tamiko's Big Day Out"
Based upon characters created by Akihisa Ikeda.
Original idea and story written by Gamera68.
Pairing: the real Moka Akashiya and Tsukune Aono
Alternate Reality, set after the events of the now-finished manga series.
Drama / Comedy / Slice-of-life
Moka and Tsukune are 19 years old.
A/N: Please read!
I'd like to thank everyone who wrote reviews for the previous chapter (Little Girl Lost) and who also voted on which direction to go for this chapter, which will cover the shopping trip since Tamiko needs clothing and whatnot. Please read and review. Thank you!
My OC Tamiko (Akasha) Aono belongs exclusively to me and cannot be used or borrowed in any way, shape or form. The same goes for any plots or story lines. I have seen a few, other, writers 'borrow' ideas from me again recently, even though I have asked them not to.
I know coming up with original ideas is not easy. But if you're go
star the bat oc profile
credit for the lay out for sonic oc profile
credit goes to RoxyTH :iconroxyth: & DatAwesomeKrys :icondatawesomekrys: for the art
:iconblazetheomegafan: for the art too
my oc star the bat dont steal
• Name: Star the bat
• Nickname(s): stary
• Age: 17
• Birthday: October 20th
• Species: bat
• Gender: female
• Orientation: straight
• Status: single
• Occupation: doesnt have one
• Theme Song: N/A
• Eye Color:red
• Fur Color(s):a dark type of purple mixed with some pink
• Body Type:normal
Powers, Weaknesses, etc.:
• Abilities:able to screec
AT-HE (All Terrain Heavy Enforcer)All Terrain Heavy Enforcer AT-HE
Manufacturer—Rothana Heavy Engineering
Model—All Terrain Heavy Enforcer
Maximum speed—45 km/h
Armament—(1) turbolaser, (1) quad medium laser cannon, (2) dual medium laser cannons (3) medium laser cannons
Crew—(1) pilot, (1) co-pilot, (1) spotter, (7) gunners
Passengers—80 clone troopers
Complement—heavy weaponry, 8 speeder bikes, 4 AT-PT, AT-RT or AT-XT walkers
Cargo Capacity—17 tons
Consumables—fuel: 600km, air: 4 weeks, rations: 4 weeks
Roles—armored transport, combat walker
Era—Clone Wars, Rise of the Empire eras
Affiliation—Galactic Republic, Galactic Empire
DESCRIPTION: the turbolaser sits above the cockpit and is the same model as mounted aboard the SPHA-T model. The quad laser cannon is directly below the cockpit in the chin in a ball turret, the two dual cannons are mounted in the c
Music better than PhilosophyHis arms slowly encircled my waist as we continued dancing to the band playing Fur Elise by Beethoven. I tentatively slid my hands behind his head, pulling us closer together and resting my head against his chest. Even in heels, he was still a good head taller than me.
As we continued to sway to the music, he quietly asked, "Why am I the only one who can see them?"
I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. And just as quietly as him, I answered, "Because you've seen me before...and because I want you to."
It seemed that this suited him, so I again rested my head against his chest. My breathe hitched a little. I had never revealed that to someone before; never needed to.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Must be the music..."
I smile, You don't know the half of it.
You don't know how much I've given up for you.
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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