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Painted with Simple Insanity
The shadows crossed harshly across the room, causing everything to slowly gain a rather jagged appearance. The fading light of an evening sun causing a faint indigo glow, before disappearing under the horizon. The soft cue of a morning dove, and the faint ticking of a clock didn't help settle Will's ever rising fear....in fact, they were making it worse.
"H-Hannibal," The young dog stuttered,"A-Are you sure it is safe in here?" He let out a soft yip as a clock struck 9:00 pm, startled by the sudden noise.
The Akita let out a soft chuckle, a rumbling coming from his chest. "Don't worry, it is my personal libary, Will." He began to look around at the shelves, eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I would certainly know if something would be going wrong."
Will opened up his muzzle to speak once again, and argue with him. Just because you owned a place didn't mean that you would know every single thing that would occur in it. That was simply impossible! However; it would be a futile cause. Nothing
Search for the Frozen Howl: Chapter 1
The soft sound of pawsteps was soon combined with a chuckle went through the libary. Alphonse smirk grew, a book clamped between his teeth.
"Come back here this instant Alphonse!" Amy snarled, leaping over a cart of tipped over libary books.
Alphonse stuck out his tongue playfully, before turning back around and taking off at full speed. A few others turned there heads, wondering what could have possibly caused such loud noises. It was a libary for heavens sake! A sound of crashing books, and of playful voices was something to take like a joyious moment. No one moved however, they were taught not to move. A libary was a place of learning, not one to laugh and have fun.
"I swear!" Amy shouted as Alphonse began to race back towards the door: "If you don't stop running, and return the book I'll send the police after you!"
"Oh~" Alphonse paused infront of the door, placing his left paw on the door."Send them after me, you know how much I love running. Sending the police wouldn't d
Search from the Frozen Howl: Intro
A small young pup with striped gray fur took off running through the street: his bright orange eyes looking at a cardboard house about 30 feet away. He smirked, soon thinking that it would be a rather easy to go such a distance. Soon the sound of pawsteps were heard, but not just any pawsteps....the pawsteps of the soldiers. The few others that were around a small flickering fire looked in the direction of the sound, before taking off down the street. The pup's eyes widened, and he raced for the old worn house. As the sound of the army grew closer, it felt as if the sound of drums were ringing out through the land. He huffed, dodging a tipped over cart that someone had left behind. As he grew closer, a small door like opening was spotted. He soon dashed through the enterance, before falling to his side, breathing heavily.
"A-Are you alright Gears?" A young and sweet voice asked.
Gears eyes slowly opened, to reveal a young she-cat with mouse brown fur. She had a ragged
Intro and Character SheetThis is a rough draft of an unamed story at the moment. It is told from the persective of Emily , who was told a story by her mother before her bedtime every night. She goes off to England as an exchange student, after moving into her dorm. She realizes that going across an ocean isn't the only traveling she will be doing.
Emily Lynn Brandt ((Often goes by Emi))-
Looks: A young 19 year old female, who grew up on America's eastern coast. Her hair is a dark brown with lighter chestnut highlights; it is chopped off right above her shoulder blands. Unlike most, she doesn't wear her hair in a ponytail; but simply lets it hang down. It has a slight wave to it, that grows more obvious if you cut it shorter. This is one reason for her hair length. Her eyes are a dull hazel, with a more of an olive colored center. She stands at 5 foot 7 inches tall, skin is very pale as she is unable to tan witho
These are just random theoriesThese are just random theories about the show AoT, note I have not seen the manga so no spoilers okay! If you have a theory leave it in the comments so I can add it.
Theory Number 1: You know the titan Hannes couldn't slay to save Eren's mother... didn't he seem strangely similar to Eren's dad in looks. Could it be that like Eren he can transform into a titan? But like in episode 12-13 he lost control of his powers and want down the drain like Eren almost did?
Theory Number 2: Hannes is Armin's dad, I mean it would make sense that he couldn't kill that titan I mentioned in theory number 1. Also it would explain why he is close to the Jaeger family.
Theory Number 3:
:: Brothers and Lovers (Fai x Reader Songfic)The breeze was ever so present on that night, sending shivers down Kite's spin. Her pale brown hair hiding under the fur coat Fai had gave the group either; knowing they aren't used to the artic weather like he was. In the distance, she heard a voice walking towards it she soon heard lyrics being sung. Of course, even if she didn't know it. Who was singer, was indeed Fai. Why he was singing? She didn't know, but in his mind the memories were as clear as the morning sunrise. As the journey the group was taking to return to there home.
"How can I repay you, brother of mine?
How can I expect you to forgive?
Clinging to the past, I shed our blood
And shattered your chance to live."
Fai's eyes were closed as he sang the lyrics into the cold wilderness around them; not hearing Kite's approach he contiuned. In his memory he could see the last moments of light in his brother's eyes; the brother who Fai took his name from. To make sure he wouldn't forget his mistakes and wouldn't loose someone
::A WonderFul Poem for Nintendo::Dragons are strong,
Steel is too,
Don't take this personally,
I FUCKING HATE FAIRY TYPES.
Am I Broken?Mommy sent me to the Doctor, because she thinks my pimples will stop me from getting a boyfriend.
Daddy sends me to the Woods, because he wants me to be strong and manly.
Brother sends me to the Video Game Store, because he wants me to be a gamer.
The Doctor sends me to surgery, because my stomach is to fat.
The Kids at school laugh, because they think I'm strange.
The Goverment sneers, because they think the Middle and Poor don't matter.
The Adults looking in fear, because I'm so smart.
Jesus looks down at the world, wishing that everyone could be loved who everyone around them equal.
Mommy.... You said Jesus loved everyone.... So why are you forcing me to change? When did I become Broken?
PMD-Oasis Rouge Leader AppFirst Leader
Name: Vash (True name is Valentine)
Personality: She is very loyal to those she cares for and likes to go around helping others but since she is often seen is disaster people think she causes them. She may seem cold at first but she isn't.
Items: Expert Belt (Tied around neck)
Type: Posion / Flying
Learnset: Cross Posion
Personality: He a down right sneaky pokemon, always watching from the shadows. One of the only Crobats who still have working legs, so he is kinda self conchess about himself. He isn't afraid to kill and likes seeing others in pain unlike his partner; Vash normally keeps him in line.
Items: Focus Sash (Tied under first set of wings.)
The Star Eater Ball(Contains Vore! THAT'S A WARNIN')
The Colosseum of Rome.
It needed no introduction.
Empress Genevieve, the Star Eater. The golden skinned devourer of billions, and queen of all the cosmos; whether they acknowledged her rule or not. Officially recognised across the galaxy as the most beautiful being in all existence (decided by a beauty pageant she herself hosted). To call her a physical goddess would be to insult her greatness.
She of course needed no introduction either.
But outside of being completely unworthy of housing her glorious majesty, how was the Colosseum currently relevant to the Empress?
Simply, she was bestowing immeasurable honour onto the memory of the Roman Empire by using the building as the location for her first annual Earthling Star Eater Ball.
Genevieve, in all her glory, strode through the crowd as if just another guest. Another guest who towered over all others by almost twice their height. It was uncommon to see her with a flat stomach; this was no exception, a
TGB: Horrible News - Ristal and ZaryaIt didn't make sense.
Sure, she could be angry or annoyed sometimes. Sometimes she would met some idiot that could piss her off, but she hadn't met one lately. Sometimes she would have a bad day, but never days in a row. It didn't make sense at all, she had no reason to be so on edge and yet she was, had been for the latest days now and she couldn't explain it. The fact that she didn't know the reason made her even more angrier. Was something wrong with her? Had she eaten something bad? It was with rough steps and a scowl that Ristal headed for her shared den, feeling that she needed someone with more expertise on health.
"ZARY," she called out, pratically hissed, as she stepped inside, where her friend laid sleeping.
Sleep at night was better, now. She could sometimes do it, and rather than waking up with her heart hammering and sides heaving and terror pumping through her veins, Zarya woke up with the mild feeling that something bad had happened. It wa
TGB: Hot and Cold - Damon and Lully~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Rolling Bridge | Season: Spring ~
Clouds rolling above, as the hint of light winds brought warmth from the south part of Nandryx. Evening sky still a bright blue, but the sun was setting over at the east part of Nandryx, where Fire Tribe thrives at. Bright sun setting just barely behind the distant volcanoes of Fire Tribe territory, and clouds that aren't promising rain for at least a couple of days or more. Sky blue, but slightly hinting the beautiful orange of dusk and with the moon and stars slowly coming out as the sun went down. Such beauty at this time of day, and the time whom a certain Green-Fire is most active. Ebony and white pelt walked the grassy terrains with flowers dotting the areas around him, simple ice blue eyes kept an eye on the river being slightly cautious of the rapid waters. Can this Fire Triber swim
Trouble Brewing New age 757, Autumn, The Needle, Glenmore
Aerion and Skoll
The wind was at Aerion’s back and he knew it would most likely give him away to the stag in question. There was always a chance that it wasn’t an intruding Blackwood but Aerion rarely had cause for hope. He had specifically told Ethyllya to hide so that he could deal with this troublesome buck without worrying about her safety at the same time. She was a lovely doe and perhaps if all went well he might try to get to know her down the road a little. Aerion’s head snapped to attention as he saw the shadow of a buck closer but still weaving in and out of the foliage enough so he couldn’t get a good look at it.
Aerion couldn’t deny that there was a small part of him that would enjoy a small squabble; it would be his first of the season and he was ready for it. He had been on royalty duty for almost the entire Spring and Summer and his body
Querido DrakeQuerido Drake:
¿Recuerdas el porque te puse tu nombre?, era porque necesitabas más que la magia de las hadas para salir adelante, deberías tener la fuerza de un dragón, puesto que tu vida no sería fácil, te lo dije cuando entraste a ese particular campamento, pero lo había pensado desde el momento en que decidí tomarte como mi nieto, sé que esto no debe ser agradable para ti ahora, me estoy muriendo y puede para que para cuando leas esto ya no este, de ante mano me disculpo por durante tan pocos años, ni siquiera tuve la oportunidad de ver a tu primera novia, pero de seguro tendrá un buen corazón porque la habrás elegido tú.
Me gustaría primero que nada hacerte saber que te amo, siempre lo he hecho desde que te tuve en mis brazos. Y también disculparme no solo por dejarte solo siendo tu un niño aun si no también por todo lo que te hice pasar mientras estaba enferma, s
DotW RP: From Morrow to BlutwaldKiterrax
Crash was still reeling with shock, following Gypsee blindly. She was vaguely aware of another wolf joining them. In her head, she was howling for her brother, unable to get the image of his corpse out of her mind. The huge black birds that had lifted into the air when they approached. It felt like they were following her. The horrifying scent of her brother, dead, sickness plaguing his body.
Before she was aware of it, it was nightfall, and they were no longer in Morrow. Did Morrow exist anymore? Crash shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut. She sought Gypsee out, keeping the wolf in her line of sight at all times. Her adopted sister would understand. It was unreasonably cold tonight, so Crash burrowed into Gypsee's silvery hide, trembling with exhaustion.
In the morning, Crash was roused by Gypsee getting up. She stood, shaking herself and looking around, unsure of where they were. A deep brown wolf was with them, talking quietly to Gypsee. Crash stared at him. He was somew
Hwutwut SocietyHwutwut Political Organization
The Hwutwut: Originally savanna-dwellers whose staple diet consisted of widely dispersed tubers and irregularly fruiting plants. They communicate by giving oral directions through a semantic space, usually mapped to a physical territory. They exhibit gross sexual dimorphism, as males weigh on average three times as much as females and have secondary mandibles modified to form long fighting tusks. A subset of males have a feminine morphotype, and are outwardly indistinguishable from females. These individuals are almost always persecuted in Hwutwut societies.
Their societies are characterized by reproductive monopolization, separate male and female hierarchies and lifestyles, and nomadism.
Forms of political organization:
1. Primitive/basic: The primitive mode of Hwutwut society consists of small, plains-roaming troupes, questing for tubers. A troupe of females is controlled by a single male, or occasionally two or more brothers. The patriarch has sole mat
Part 3 of something put together“A devil’s game is also a god’s game.”
High above Knauia IV, as terraforming devices start to place an atmosphere friendly to most known races. The Xixtis Explorer slowly arcing around the small planet, as much of the crew are busy with new modifications being placed into mainly into the engine and sensors subsystems and computer core. On the bridge of the Xixtis Explorer Captain Bajoon and the Crimson General were standing with oddly no bridge crew on station.
“I have been meaning to ask you something Crimson.I have been asking most of the engineers on what you are doing to my ship and they have told me that you are modifying the engines and sensors to allow both this ship to travel back and to keep the wormhole open.” Commented Captain Bajoon. “And I am now wondering why you are having all those modifications being placed into this ship?”
“It’s real simple Captain, I’m sending you and your crew back through where the B
Elementary 47: PreludeThey had been closer, closer than any brothers had been before or any after... it all changed on that day, that oh so horrid day.
Arthur yawned and glanced over at his right side, were a prodding pain in his side was. "What is it Sherlock?" He groaned. "The sun hasn't even risen."
" Your highness," A voice trembled in fear.
Only one person called him that; and that was the young pup, Cyprus. Who lived in the house next doors to the brothers. Arthur's eyes soon blinked open as he got to his paws.
"Arthur... your parents." She said looking at the floor.
He took no time and soon bolted out of the room; to a stainless steel kitchen.. it wasn't stainless now though. Sherlock stood above the bodies of their parents that were now on limp. His paw tips stained red from their blood, as well as the tip of his lip.
"You killed them. You killed our parents...."Arthur's eyes widened in terror as he stepped a few feet backwards.
Sherlock quickly opened his mouth to reply,"Arthur... please listen to
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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