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Forum Micro-Fiction: FairytalesRunning. She was always running. Though, given that she was someone who had a habit for acquiring items through less than legal means, she understood it. Not that this made her enjoy it anymore.
“Stop! Thief!” she heard someone exclaim. Turning her head, her obsidian hair whipping, she collided with a solid wall of giant and fell.
Sprawled on the ground, she looked up through twilight bangs. The giant loomed over her, arms crossed, glaring at her with his pig eyes. She began backing up, as the guards closed in through the crowd, her hand brushed against something round and metallic. A bright blue flash, and she was gone.
There were gasps around her. Looking down at her hand, she found the amulet pulsing blue. They could not see her, not wanting to see if they could touch her, she got up and slinked away, picking pockets as she passed.
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
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.
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
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
The Spill of '14Velvet quickly served her friends beverages and pastries that she had just recently baked specifically for this time they spent with each other.
Amongst the table, there was Icee, Ali, Luna, and a new guest named Supah, whom Icee had found a while ago and discovered that he was a cyborg. After a bit of introduction and backstory with everyone, there was no longer a gap of awkward silence and questions.
Now they shared a table with snacks and drinks.
"Can you drink, Supah? Or eat?" Velvet asked as she laid down a tray of pastries for any of those who wanted seconds. Ali was the first to reach for the cookies and cupcakes, and Luna slapped her hand away, seeing that Ali still had a plate full of them.
Supah shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. But I guess it's a good thing. I don't have to feed and water myself everyday." he replied.
Velvet nodded. "It is a bit of a plus..." she agreed as she took the plate and glass of water away from him.
"But he won't ever be able to experience t
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Kagami's ending
Author's note: Here is the first ending with Kagami. And yeah, I know it's been already two weeks since I last uploaded a chapter, but I just started eleventh grade at school and it's really exhausting.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
“Whaaaat!?“, say both look at me like I’m crazy.
“Are we talking about the same Bakagami? The idiotic giant fool?”, Riko asks.
“Yeah. Is there a problem?”
Momoi asks “What do you love about him?”
All I can think of are this funny moments I had with him the last days.
“He made me laugh and that’s all a good boyfriend should do” And I smile at them and they realize how much I’m in love with Kagami. Then Riko and Momoi look at each other and take a decision.
“(_f/n_), we will help you. Kagami is so dense, he will not understand it the normal way. So we have to make good plan.”
A thousand years of Sonic 36A thousand years of Sonic 36
Silver was searching in Alice's library, he picked out a book and opened it. "What are you doing?!" Fleetway face pop out of the book, "AHHH!" Silver slammed the book shut. Silver grabbed his chest he thought he was going to have a heart attack, "Fleetway!" Silver yelled he was mad. He walked down stairs and he didn't saw Fleetway he looked from side to side. "Fleetway?!" Silver called he started to walk and bumped into a refrigerator, "A refri- what is this idiot up to?" Silver asked. "I have become a refrigerator... I hope this story wins a Oscar" said the fridge as he talked by opening the bottom door. "What?! Fleetway?" Silver asked confused of the talking fridge, "No it's El Pendejo, yes it's me" said Fleetway. "Why are you a refrigerator?" Silver asked to know the story, "Well I was searching for the spells in my book an it turned out that some of my spells work better
Profile Zoe JacksonOC PROFILE (Percy Jackson, next generation)
Name: Zoë Ariel Jackson
Nicknames: Zow, Starfish
Birthdate: December 18th (Sagittarius)
Hometown: New York
Years at Camp: 6 (since age 12)
Godly blood: Poseidon blood
Family: - Althea Lockwood (mother, daughter of Demeter)
- Percy Jackson (father, son of Poseidon)
- Rowen Jackson (younger brother, 2 years younger, Demeter blood)
- River Jackson (younger brother, 4 years younger, Poseidon blood)
- Sfea Jackson (younger sister, 6 years younger, Demeter blood)
- Demeter, goddess of grain and nature (maternal grandmother)
- Rowen Lockwood (maternal grandfather, deceased)
- Sally Jackson (paternal grandmother)
Creepypasta the Fighters: Steven and Miki
Bio: In-between the timelines of Gen. 0 and Red's story/Ash's story, there was a trainer named Steven. He was dressed in the recognizable G1 outfit Red wore, but he had long, black hair as well as a smug look on his face. He and his brother Mike were on the basic objective in the Pokémon universe: be the very best like no one ever was. Steven was the idol of Red, and was the talk of the region. He was even the boyfriend of Blue's older sister Daisy. Rather than be given an objective to record the data of all 151 Pokémon with a Pokédex to prove it, he was given it out of kindness. He blew through the competition on his way to achieve his basic goal. At the end of it, he gave up after a tragic accident.
Powers/Weapons: Steven carries along his Charizard nicknamed Miki. She's a veritable powerhouse who wasn't able to be easily weakened by attacks in the categories of the Achilles' heels of fire-type Pokémon and could do more damage than an average Charizard. With her a
El origen de las piedras del destino
Molly dice: Hola a todos
la historia que les voy a contar transcurrió hace mucho tiempo
una de las cosas que la gente sin magia no sabe es que muchas cosas
de el mundo normal fueron obra de seres desconocidos
me llamo molly y les explicare el origen de las piedras del destino
mucho tiempo hace ya cuando en la hermosa parís recién florecía
la famosa catedral de notre dame fue construida como otro fruto del renacimiento
Un mago muy poderoso que llevaba una vida tranquila y había ayudado a construir la catedral de notre dame
en un principio solo pretendía usar sellos en roca
conjuros pequeños que quería que lograran que toda persona que entrara en esta hermosa obra de la era gótica
expulsara un poco de sus males y se purificara el alma reflejandoce en los hermosos mosaicos de la catedral
un pequeño hechizo pero probocaria algo serio
No se si creas en el demonio pero si existe Dios temo que también existe el
El Demonio estaba molesto y
Super Soldier X Reader (part 12)You'd cried yourself to sleep and woke up the next morning looking and feeling a troll. Your hair was tangled and puffy, sticking out at odd angles, and your eyes had enormous dark circles underneath.
As your were trying your best to clean up the mess, Bruce came in and smiled warmly at you. You blushed deeply and smiled back.
"You're ready to go home." He said, tapping a finger on his clip board, then politely asked, "Ruff night?"
Undoing a heavily twisted knot in your hair, you said, "That bad, huh?"
He chuckled. "I've seen worse."
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
He smirked. "Did it make you feel better?"
You got out of the hospital bed and began pulling on some pants. "Any new reports this morning?"
"Just one. But Nick wouldn't tell me what it was. As soon as you get back to headquarters he wants to have a word with you." He caught the look of worry spread across your features and clapped a hand encouragingly on your shoulder. "Don't stress o
Creepypasta the Fighters Boss: Mr. Creepypasta
Bio: A person of unknown origin, very little is known about the being named Mr.Creepypasta. What is known however is that he is responsible for all the creepypasta phenomena that occur in the world. He takes pleasure in creating creatures he calls his “Children” and his only wish is for his children to play.
Powers/Weapons: As the god of Creepypasta, Mr. Creepypasta has unlimited god like power and can do many abilities such as creation, destruction and resurrection. In battle, he wields a large war hammer called the Pasta Hammer, which has a bludgeoning end on side and a spike on the other.
*Light Spear: Mr. Creepypasta crouches down to his knees and throws a long light spear at the player.
*Shoulder Ram: Mr. Creepypasta shoulder rams the player with a shadow trail following behind him.
*Pasta Hammer Attack: Mr. Creepypasta summons his Pasta Hammer, seemingly from thin air, and smashes the player over the head with it, setting them up for a free hit.
Homestuck Headcanon - Black, White, Silver, GreyHomestuck Headcanon - Black, White, Silver, and Gray Bloods
NOTE: This is a headcanon/an AU headcanon that I’ve been thinking about. Gotta give credit to :iconxxviolet-flamesxx: for the idea of silver bloods!
Black, white, gray, and silver bloods were once plentiful. However, like the candy red and lime bloods, they were considered mutants, and hunted nearly to extinction. Those few that are still alive are spread across Alternia. While some of them prefer to stay in seclusion, the others enjoy the company of other trolls.
’The color of purity, innocence, wholeness and completion’
-White bloods are normally social trolls, preferring to have at least one troll, or their lusus, with them
-White bloods are not fans of violence, and prefer to stay in places with low violence
-White bloods prefer colder climates, and can usually be found in low, chilly areas
-White bloods are the kinder of the four ‘pigments’, and normally grow to have Tiers
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.
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