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The wonder of flightAs the morning sun began to rise over the grand plains, Darin would slowly come to consciousness. Still snugged warmly against the Talonflame, he'd let out a yawn and open his eyes blearily. Slowly blinking away the sleep he'd look upwards, taking a moment to recognize the large bird. It's eyes were closed, the large pokemon breathing softly in it's sleep; placed next to Darin would be his familiar, the sword's eye still shut. Getting up slowly and carefully so as not to wake the two of them, he'd walk a small distance away and stretch, watching the sun as it continued to make it's way through the sky. That had to have been the best he'd slept in a good while..a full stomach, and something warm and soft to sleep against. He'd purse his lips, thinking hard for what to do next..if they were going to have any chance of winning, he'd need to figure out how to ride it somehow. The thief had his doubts that careening through the sky in it's talons would count towards a mount competition.
Learning bit by bitAct would be angrily pacing -or rather floating- in a circle around Darin as he lay in the grass, slowly calming from the flight. Honestly when the bird had come at him in the way it did, he'd thought it was an invitation. His plan was to grab onto it's legs and see if he could climb onto it's back from there as it flew. Little did he expect the large bird to snatch him up like a piece of prey and take off with him-though at least it seemed like it wasn't wholly interested in eating him. It'd just dropped him in the grass, and landed nearby, neatly preening it's feathers as if nothing were out of the norm for it. As startling and scary as the moment had been, he did have to admit a touch of thrill to the little trip..he'd never been that high, or gone that fast before. Sighing, he'd sit up and rub his head, glancing over to the bird. It had chosen to stand in place, sharp eyes watching Act as it circled around him.
He'd turn his eye to the agitated familiar, deciding to break whatever
Silence in the midst of screamsTime was running out. He could feel it, screaming, clawing..edging at every fiber of his being. The demon's mentality, his one remaining shard of who he had been lay within his cracked mind. Watching with a dread as everything lined, as his existence would slowly be diminished. If not the next soul devoured, it would be the starvation, that ended him. Any more pressure upon his already shattered mind, would have the shard be no more, a spiraling insanity would only remain. As it were on the surface...anxious, paranoid..fearful of everyone, and thing. Obsessive to the point of compulsion and actions driven by colors and nothing but the remnants of himself. He could only silently guide and hold the hope that his body would comply through his mind's disarray. Yet, as the time passed...he would find no solution to the issue at hand. How, could he survive without consuming the souls of contracted humans? It'd been unheard of by the demon thus far for such a thing to be. His search had been
9 years and 10 monthsConfusion, yelling and fear. Small arms reaching in desperation, a swift and loud CRACK, followed by the thump of a small body hitting the floor. Silence, as the storm slowed and ended, the small form being looked upon in contempt before the assailant would drop the heavy bottle and saunter off, leaving the small boy alone on the floor. As his consciousness left him, and the blood flowed freely from the wound upon his head. Coating and soaking through the already bright red hair darkening it and sinking into the carpet upon which he lay..confusion would riddle the boy's mind..why had this happened..? His consciousness would only return fleetingly as his father would return from work, his worried voice yelling, calling to him..he felt himself cradled up into the man's arms as the older Octillery attempted to get what had happened from the younger boy. The boy's eyes..fogged over and riddled with confusion would only stare back blankly. What happened...a slow blink. His mother had beaten
Tick, tock...goes the clockTick, tock...
goes the clock
goes the clock
goes the clock
I can't escape
goes the clock
a never ending symphony
why can't it ever leave me be?
goes the clock
in the back of my mind,
even if my ears cannot hear it
goes the clock
there is no place here,
that the ticking does not haunt me
The agonizing stress,
it makes me a mess,
when will quiet be found?
Not even away...
it's always at play
try to break them away,
remove the battery..
but there are too many, the ticks and tocks won't sway
the stress they cause is too much to carry
and so...the panic arises
a mess left to be messier,
but still...the faint..
of the clock.
How he won his homeWhispers were carried on the wind that night...whispers of the king and his tree. "The king is getting old..the king may die soon." "Who will get his home when he's gone?" the many voices of the forest's inhabitants asked one another quietly, careful not to disturb the old Nidoking in his place. "That tree is the best in the forest...it has many places to hide, many places to live." the voices would continue on, very well aware of the one listening in the shadows beyond the bushes, but paying no mind to the worthless scrap. HE certainly wouldn't be a threat to their plotting or planning, the runt couldn't fight and didn't have the bravery to go against king. They, on the other hand...or anyone else here could contend this treasure. "Should we challenge him now, while he is weaker in age? Or wait until he simply dies of his own?" they would question, each inhabitant in this place wanting that tree as their own, each determined to obtain it.
Listening intently from where he hid, the youn
Go ahead and hate me.Go ahead!
Without me ever having done anything but live and breathe.
Glare at me, look at me like I'm trash.
Maybe I'll disappear one day
I'm a nasty little kid, a bastard teenager, and a worthless man.
But know, you're what made me who I am.
I didn't know as a kid. I cried and hated it. As a teenager, I was lonely and desperate to feel loved. Now as a man, I am cold and cynical.
All that makes me happy in the world is this twisted idea of mine.
You hate me, but you can't ignore me. I'm always here, you'll always look at me. Even if you hurt me, as every single pair of eyes that lands on me ultimately wants...I will welcome it. Because then...someone is paying attention to me.
I'll insult you, I'll hurt your pride, scoff at you, goad, push, and pick at you.
But...It's only because..
I want to feel like someone cares.
And this...hate and pain, is all I know.
One by one, we wait to dieA single scream cuts the silence,
then turns to many
all we were was compliant,
We didn't cause this,
but we suffer the most
we all miss...
what did we do?
for our hosts' squabble
We know that we won't move away,
In our hearts...we feel
And each day, another of us dies
You have no heart
for our fight
It's not right.
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 19
Author's note: Sorry for the late update. Wow, it's been two weeks since the last chapter. Didn't seem so long.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
It’s now the seventh day I have to stay in bed and it’s totally boring!! Except of the visits of the ones, who bring me my food, I have absolutely nothing to do.
I can’t even play with (dog’s name) all day, because she’s kind of lazy. Usually I’m too, but now… I just want to do something. I want to go outside more often. I want to walk around. I want to do something with the others!!!
Lying in bed on my stomach totally frustrated I only grunt when I hear someone’s knocking on my door.
Today Murasakibara has to bring me my breakfast. Not even thinking about sitting up I just glance over to him as he makes his way over to my, places the plate with food on my extremely overfilled nightstand and lets himself fall on my bed.
Captain Rogers X reader :I'm Not Human (part 4)Turns out your mother was still at the hospital, and as you suspected, she'd called the cops. You swallowed hard, thinking you'd give anything, anything at all, not to have to face her. A police officer with graying hair and a sour face spotted you and said your mother's name.
"She's here!" He shouted.
You mother came racing in from the waiting room and wrapped her arms around you. She was saying something but it was muffled. She was crying.
"I'm guessing this is your daughter." The officer said dryly. "I'll call off the search party, then."
Your mother pulled away and nodded soberly at him. "T-thank you for your help. I'm so sorry to have wasted your time."
"It's our job, ma'am. Don't worry about it. But I do have one question. Where were you young lady?" He said, looking at you.
Your mother's tear filled eyes looked into yours. Suddenly you had the strong urge to look away, but didn't.
"I. . . I went for a walk. Well, actually more like a run. I didn't go too far from here, th
Profile: Camille Fayne Reed
Name: Camille Fayne Reed
Hair: Short blonde hair
Eyes Color: Golden eye color
Age: 400 years old, 17 in appearance
Personality: Calm, rational, a pacifist, ill tempered when provocked or under stress, can be a bit touchy when asked about her private life and can be embarrassed easily. Sarcastic, optimistic. Workaholic
Occupation: Nurse, and Blood drive volunteer.
Attributes: Telekinesis, powers of seduction, has a hidden monstrous vampiric form,can teleport to any location by changing into multiple bats, able to shoot orbs of energy from the palm of her hand, very fast, and graceful in hand to hand combat and with a large chained kunai.
Likes: Humans, reading, helping people, animals, Broadway,traveling, her young cousin.
Dislikes: The sun, blood, other vampires, Fiends,annoying stupid people, crooks, jerks, the cold, and cleaning up after peoples mistakes. Her cousin Rebbecca.
Background: Before she was born Camille's mothe
Epic Blades: Exclusive Guest Fighters
TABLES OF CONTENT:
Link (Wii U)Kratos (PS4)Master Chief (Xbox One)
Link (Wii U)
from Legend of Zelda
Link is a title given to an ongoing legacy of Heroes of Time. With every Link, he will wield the Triforce of Courage in a battle against such evil forces as Ganondorf, Zant and Ghirahim. This Link is about to embark on a quest to defeat the demon prince Belial and save the balance of the universes.
Hero's Bow: Link shoots an arrow at his opponent.Gale Boomerang: He throws said boomerang at his opponent.Spin Attack: He twirls around with his sword extended, slashing his opponent.Bomb: He throws a bomb at his opponent.Hookshot: He grapples onto his opponent with the hook shot and reals him/her towards himself. Oh yeah, and he says, "Get over here!" as he does this.
Lets play a game- Chapter 1“Let’s Play A Game.”
The girl with long brown hair, had just finished her late night shift, she bought her groceries from the store and was about to head home to her little flat. She thought tonight she would take a shortcut, she was too tired and just needed the sleep. She walked down the alley, fog all around her. She then heard a giggle; she started to panic and walked down the alleyway faster.
The giggle sounded like it was catching up to her. “Don’t run...” a deep voice called out, by that time she was running away, a sharp pain went through her leg as she fell over to the ground, her groceries were all over the place, she looked down to her leg; there was a knife in her leg, it had gone right through her pale skin. She started to cry and scream out for help.
She then heard the person kick cans towards her, trying to crawl away, the person laughed more, grabbing its baseball bat and beat her to death. Laughing to
The Night Hunter and his fallen starThe night reigns over the forest
when the blue moon is in it's full glory.
Her frosty kiss she pressed
into the forest trees,
to give them, their enchanting sleep.
Refreshing them from our fiery land.
He shall be here soon...!
The trees have fell silent,
the nearby creatures
rejoice as they sense his presence,
and the heart of the forest
sings a duet with my heart
to celebrate his visit.
The wind carries his message to me
in the form of whispers...
" I am near...
I am close...!"
His voice echoes in my mind,
and paralyzes me.
The Night Hunter is at foot,
tonight I shall see Ryan.
Every cell in my body
knows of his proximity...
I pace back and forth!
Excited and nervous.
I see my reflection in the frozen lake
my long hair dances
as the wind gets stronger with his closeness,
and travels inwards in front of him,
cleaning his path as he comes to me.
Bringing me previews of caresses,
caresses that I crave... That I need.
" I am here" -He whispers - I see him
and abruptly my heart jumps in my
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: PreludeKiller: When it comes to mystery solving, these 2 have done it before, but today, they face their greatest opponents.
Zac: Scooby Doo and Shaggy, of Mystery Inc.
Mr. Krabs: And the Animatronics, the monstrosities of Five Nights at Freddy's.
Killer: DEATH BATTLE ANALYSIS!!!
Scooby Doo and Shaggy Rogers:
Killer: Mystery Incorporated is a group lead by Fred, with Velma and Daphine. Then,we have our combatants today....
Zac: Scooby Doo and Shaggy.
Mr. Krabs: These two are the ones who are constantly tricking and disguising themselves to trick their enemies. They usually take a disguise that fit their surroundings, and manage to trick Aliens, Monsters, and Eldrich Abominations.
Disguising and Trickery:
Can trick any kind of foe.
Disguises usually fit their surroundings.
Zac: When it comes to actual combat experience, they teamed up with Batman and Robin to beat the Joker and the Penguin.
Killer: Hot damn, these guys are good f
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
Bio: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threashName: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threash
Height: 5' 9
Hair: 3 in. below his shoulders dark gold
Occupation: Miracle worker
He carries around a special tool with him, that allows him to cure any sickness. He is renowned as an amazing miracle worker because of this, but tries desperately to keep it toned down, so people will not flock to him. He has a very thick french accent, and hasn't yet mastered English. He tends to go by the name Mark more often than his own name, due to him disliking the sound of it. He keeps well dressed, but is not rich. And refuses to charge for the healing he does.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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