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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
OpticDogsOptic Dog Information
Sientific name: Canis Oculus
Life Span: (Unknown)
Optic Dogs (Canis Oculus) are a species of dog like creatures to who's' origins are unknown as well as their life spans given that no dead specimens have ever been discovered. The sound of the Optic Dog is like that of a Tasmanian devil when angered, a hyena when communicating with member of the same species though not of the same pack and a raven as a location call when lost or looking for partners. An Optic Dog's diet is also unknown given that no specimens have ever been observed consuming any flesh that they kill and appear to only kill for the pure pleasure of it. The anatomy of an Optic Dog is also unknown and it is thought that these creature's bodies are mainly made up of vein like structures as well as a total of 10 eye like struc
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 20
Author's note: I'm soo sorry for the late update, but I just got back from my exchange in Danmark and I was so tired that I had to first rest a few days, before writing the new chapter.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
„… maid café. I was thinking of doing this a while now and when I heard the good news about your ankle, I just thought, let’s do it. Your part there is to sit on a little table and every time someone comes in, you tell them where a table on which they can sit. And the guests have to go to you and then you can take their order. Sound easy, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I would really love to do it!!”
My world becomes colourful again. Not only I can leave the bed, but although I can help with such a cool thing. All the loneliness and boredom of the past few days is ravished in barely a second.
The next day
It’s the first time in a while that I’m being awaked by my alarm
Prelude: Cthulhu vs. Charles Barkley
Insanus Abe: ...This is the most ridiculous and craziest match we'll ever do.
Madness Abe: Hey, Dan and Lacie did Shaq vs. 50 Cent and CyberAgent did his own share of crazy matches, so we ought to join in on the bandwagon and prove why we're called "Madness" and "Insanus".
Xl9: If the crazy guy think this is crazy, Abe, then you really need to re-evaluate this match.
Madness Abe: Anyway, the indie game community has come up with amazing titles and games, but sometimes a bizarre comes out with an alternate character interpretation on existing characters...or people in this game.
Insanus Abe: This is so ridiculous...
Xl9: Cthulhu, the reformed Elder God turned Hero!
Madness Abe: And Charles Barkley, the Ultimate Slams Master. Joining is today is Death Battle veteran, Xl9, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle!
Anthony and his Mom were driving to their cousins house for a vacation. While there, he would meet her 15 year old cousin and her fiends and her mom and her sister. Anthony lived in a very female-majority/influenced family. He as literally the only male,and he never knew his dad. "Mom, it's the first week of summer can I just stay home for a bit and play video games just to get used to the freedom?" Anthony complained. "Honey, atop complaining!" Anthony's mom said. "I'd rather have a smart and beautiful daughter!" "Fine, I'll stop complaining. They arrived at the cousins house. "Ring the doorbell." his Mom said. Anthony rung the doorbell. Her cousin opened the door. "Hi!" said Anthony's Mom and Sasha (her cousin). "Hi Anthony!" she said. "Hello.." mumbled Anthony. "Come in." Sasha said politely. Anthony stepped inside and saw that the inside was very comfy looking and spacious. "Did you guys already have dinner?" Sasha asked. "Yes, stopped at a fast-food place, but Anthony got sauce al
Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader ( My sweetest Kuroko )WARNING : CONTAINS TOOO MUCH FLUFFINESS
Kuroko-kun might be out of character .... I'm a lazy writer ...
sooo let's enjoy ....
Today was your first date with your deadpanned face boyfriend . How can this happen .?
It was a day after valentine day , but you still didn't give your valentine gift to your crush . You were tooooooooooo shy and afraid that he might reject you . Your cousin , Kagami Taiga said that Kuroko really like Vanilla shakes so you thought that vanilla-choco gift was the best to give to him .
You gather all of your courage to confess to him , so you write a short letter / note and put it at his shoe locker .
---TIME SKIP ---
"I....i.... li-like y-you , K-kuroko san ?" you said stuttered and with your blushing faced while handing him your handmade vanilla-choco .
"Eh" he was shocked at first , and his faced was shown a small tint of crimson red . He liked you since the day Kag
R+V: A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot Ch. 40
Rosario + Vampire "A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot"
Chapter 40 "Back To School"
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.
Comedy / Drama / Slice-of-Life
Moka and Tsukune are 19 years old.
Beta by :iconjacoblee0463:, :icontrain48:, and :iconcolresslawliet: from deviantArt. Thanks once again!
A/N: This chapter concludes Tamiko's introductory arc. It will be her first day at school as a first grader. She will still be in the story of course but won't be the central focus unless the chapter is about her. Tsukune and Moka will finally get some well-deserved alone time very soon since Tamiko will be at school from 8:30 AM until 1:30 PM Monday through Friday.
Just a reminder, her elementary school is a private school. She will also be making some new friends as well. I'd also like to thank everyone who has
You Wouldn't Hurt Me chapter 1Marshall Lee paced back and forth in his living room restlessly, his hands a shaking mess. A frustrated hiss escaped the boy's pale lips as the unknown hunger once again ripped through his cold body. The wave of pain that tore through his undead nerves caused the vampire to convulse and collapse to the floor, his chest heaving as he continued to take blow after blow. Almost sobbing from the pain, he instinctively curled into a ball, and let out a frustrated growl. For weeks now, this mysterious hunger had plagued him. It was so bad that no matter how hard he tried, he could not distract himself from the ravenous hunger that had over taken him. Playing his guitar didn't work, neither did sucking the red out of everything he owned, even visiting his friends didn't seem to pull him away from this glob awful feeling. Nothing seemed to work and Marshall was near, if not past, his breaking point. As the pain began to temporarily subside, the vampire kings dark eyes lazily opened. Drawing in
Getting Over The Fear Part 1
"Hey Heath, I got an idea!" Nicole said. "Tell me." Heath said interested. "You know how gay guys like you like other guys right? Well girls also like guys and do to your wide hips, nice legs, hourglass figure, rounded face, and overall feminine body structure, I could dress you up as a girl so you could go up to guys and they'll think your a normal straight girl." "Nah, they would know I'm a guy." Heath said looking down. "Oh come on, his is one of the best options you can take, and if you do this, I'll give you 200$ in return and pictures of me." Nicole said with honesty. "Are you sure it'll work?" Heath said with consideration. "Positive." "Ok, I'll do it. "Great! Now if you will excuse me, I got to get to my next class. Meet me at my house at 5!"
Heath arrived at Nicole's house right at 5:00 and walked up to her snow covered house. The door was unlocked, and Heath opened it. Like usual when going to Nicole's house, he saw her orange walls and unique furniture. He sat down on a sofa
Wakie Wakie! -Epilogue
A diary entry from Andrea, 2 years later...
Hi! I just got back back from a photoshoot one of my moms friends was doing. I think this one looks of me looks very cute. Don't you think? She took pictures of me and Sasha, and speaking of her, she is, like, the best sister you can have. We very rarely get into fight sand she helps me when I'm in need. I consider myself lucky. My new school is awesome. I've made over 6 new friends, most of them obviously girls. I told them about my story and they are very interested. My mom is also very caring. So far, I've had one of the best A streaks in my school. And I've gotta watch out for the boys, they hit on me hard teehee. I am very good at sports, and I am in excellent shape. I still have the same mind as my boy self, but I've been attracted to girl subjects and topics very easily that I am not interested in boy topics like sports, comics, and science as well as other stuff. I am 14 years old now, and Sasha is 17. Sasha has a really nice and cute
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.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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