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CoR: Distraction.The Aegislash would be walking through the streets of Ormona, his familiar safely tucked against his back. His scarf would be pulled up over most of his face, and his one uncovered eye watching the crowd around them cautiously. He'd stolen here before..and the last thing he'd want is to be recognized in some way, not before he could make it to the prison. Though the thief had a longing desire to go rushing into the massive building himself..he knew he wasn't capable of doing much once inside. Even if he were able to make it to the innermost depths and to Kamal's prison, he had no powerful moves..and couldn't break the bars that imprisoned him. A small plan had made way to him however, even if the very idea of it had earned high complaints from his familiar. All around them he could spot the faces in the crowds, watching, hiding..looking for some kind of opportunity. He'd stop in place within sight of the guardsmen, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Even if he couldn't fight
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.
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.”
Halloween Prelude: Mothman vs. Jersey Devil
???: Cryptids. These creatures have haunted our world and minds for countless years. Though their existence has yet to be proven, they have proven to be popular enough to be cemented in modern culture and caused many to spend their lives dedicated to proving they truly exist.
???: And in this fight, we're pitting two flying monsters famous for making the Northeastern and Southeastern U.S. the worst places to spend your vacation at!
???: The Jersey Devil, flying terror of the Pine Barrens!
???: And the Mothman, an exterminator's worst nightmare out of West Virginia!
???: Our benefactors, Madness Abe and Insanus Abe, will be out for this month and we've been hired to take their places for the time being.
Our hosts: Raziel and Abridged!Alucard
Raziel: I am the wraith Raziel and accompanying me is the Hellsing Organization's top agent, Alucard, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
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)
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: 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
Cub SeidonPhysical Attributes
Born four and a half minutes after his sister AoifeSlightly smaller than herSeidon wasn’t as strong as his sister, but he was faster than her—he inherited his mother's speed
He was calmer and quieter than Aoife, but was just as playful as her. He was also a very curious cub; he loved learning about the world around him Seidon wasn’t a troublemaker like his sister, though he always seems to get himself into strange predicaments. The closest he gets to mischievousness is covering up for Aoife's capers
Like any ordinary cub, Seidon loves and admires his mother. He's captivated by her stories about her life as a traveler, and wishes to be just like her when she grows up. He also loves and admires his father despite his indifferent attitude. On the other hand, when he becomes a courier, Seidon couldn’t help but feel baffled about Hiro's disapproval. Wasn't i
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.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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