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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.)
A Proper End to Our Fairytale (BENxJeff)"BEN... I think we need to talk."
The albino cyber warder looked up from his book and arched an eyebrow at his husband. Jeff's eyes were hidden behind his long ebony bangs, but still he looked at BEN. BEN hummed in question, putting down his book.
"What about, hon?"
Jeff was silent for several moments, then he leaned back in his chair, casting his gaze out the nearest window. The last bit of the day's sun was casting an orange glow on his white face and setting his greyed eyes on fire. A shrug passed between his shoulders and he sighed.
"We've been in this world for how many years?" BEN looked thoughtful.
"Going on twenty years, now. Crazy, isn't it? I mean, technically I'm like... forty fucking five years old. Once upon a time I didn't think I'd know life past fifteen. But anyways, why do you ask? Is your memory getting as bad as your sight these days?" BEN smirked, but his lips creased downwards when Jeff didn't show any signs of amusement. "
Power of an EmperorMyric knew he had failed.
His men lay dead around him, by the tens of thousands. On the floor in front of him lay his unconscious wife, cut and bloodied by the enemy. Surrounding him billions of Draken soldiers stood. They roared in triumph.
The sinister forms of the Draken commanders surrounded them. The sleek form of Toxin stood laughing licking the horrific poisons on her knives, next to her stood Decapitator, his ancient sword laying at rest, his quiet form ever ready. These two were also backed by the forms of Ravager, his claws outstretched and waiting for the order to kill, and the Soul Monarch, the massive giant standing at the for.
”So little Angel. You have finally fallen, we will be kind and give your wife a quick death, but for you... I’m afraid our master wants a chat” its booming voice echoing an drowning out the cries of the Draken around him.
Myric knelt over Duneyers form, he had tears in his eyes. He hadn’t been able to stop them, his so
DotW RP: Tamarack Meets Venuseto-nyan
It was early in the morning when Venus woke to make her morning rounds. It'd been years since she was apart of a pack, so she still had trouble adjusting to pack life. Her feet tread softly on the soft soil of the den, her eyes roaming over the breathing sleeping bodies of her den mates before she padded out to watch the sunrise. Since the den was at the top of a hill overlooking the sloping valley below, it was the optimum place to watch the day begin. "So yet another day begins..." She sighed quietly to herself before laying down and watching the vivid orange sky fade to pale blue.
Tamarack awoke soundlessly, her eyes blinking open slowly one at a time. She didn't dream that night, so it seemed she had fallen asleep one moment and woke up the next. She stretched out her tiny stubby legs and yawned greatly, curling her small pink tongue before bouncing out of the den, stick poking oddly from her square jaws. She caught a glimpse of a new wol
Los viajes Huzan 2 capitulo 28La batalla entre Cherry y Vívi continúa. Vívi ha derrotado al Exploud de Cherry, y justamente en ese momento, Butamaru evoluciona a Emboar Pero ahora la líder de gimnasio ha sacado a su Lopunny, el cual parece ser su mejor pokemon, y al mismo tiempo, las energías de Vívi comienzan a ceder dada la arena de combate.
VS. CHERRY (Parte 3)
Juez: Batalla 3: Lopunny vs. Emboar. ¡Comiencen!
Vívi: ¡Muy bien, Butamaru vamos a mostrarle tu nuevo poder evolutivo. ¡Usa empujón!
Cherry: *bailando* ¡Vamos, vamos, vamos! ¡Patada de salto ya, Lopunny!
A gran velocidad, Lopunny conecta una feroz patada a Butamaru, evitando que se mueva.
Cherry: El que tu pokemon evolucionase no es garantía de que vaya a derrotar a mi Lopunny.
Vívi: ¡Ya veremos! *bailando* ¡Vamos, Butamaru, usa lanzallamas!
Cherry: ¡Bailar no es suficiente para dar energías! ¡Usa bote!
That Time of The Month (FInal part) "BEN? Can I feel your belly?"
BEN blinked, looking down to see little Sally looking up at her with big, green puppy-dog eyes. She smiled, lifting the brunette onto her lap. Her baby bump was starting to show, and even though she was only just starting her second trimester, the cyber ghost was an anxious mess. But seeing Sally's hand against her stomach, so gentle and innocent, her anxiety eased a bit, and she relaxed.
Suddenly, Sally pulled back, fear in her eyes. BEN tilted her head. "What's wrong, Sal?"
BEN gazed at her for a moment before laughing and hugging her.
"That's just the baby's way of saying hello and that it can't wait to see it's big sister!" BEN explained, watching a huge grin spread across Sally's face.
"Hey, now, don't think that the baby's the only one who's excited to get here, you two." Jeff yawned as he padded into the living room, setting down on the couch and kissing BEN's cheek. Sally
Violate part 10 (John's POV)Violate, part 10 (John’s POV):
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this earlier?” John whispered, scrolling down until he could see Lestrade’s name on Sherlock’s phone screen. On the inside he was about to burst out in anger. He wanted to scream. Sherlock just bit his lip, apparently he did not know what to say. John clenched his teeth. He felt so… Angry and shocked and frustrated all at the same time, he didn’t know what to do. This afternoon a bloody police man would actually come and pick them up; this afternoon! And Sherlock had known about this and not told him!
“If you think I’m in any way alright with this-“
“I know you’re not, you’re irritated. Your ears turned red again,” Sherlock replied, pointing at John’s ears, then immediately looking down at his feet again as if he had already regretted what he had just said. John’s eyebrows dropped even more downwards than the
ScarsSarah felt complete self-conscious of herself trying on such a revealing dress. "Yeah I am not wearing this to the ball.."
Her roommate and best friend Nyx, let out a feral growl, her pointed cat ears went up and down. "Why Sarah? Blue is your color, beings out those eyes of yours."
Sarah let out a sigh,"It's not that... You can see all my scars in this dress..."
Her body was littered with markings from battles, and training sessions. Her newest additions to her 'collect' was from being dismembered. A punishment given to Knights if they break the rules, interfering with acts of God.
Sarah had ran into a burning build to save a child, he would have been crushed and burned to death if she hadn't. She didn't know that fate had already been written for the child to die that day.
Later Sarah had found out that the child was executed, by a reaper. It left such rage and sadness in her soul she when after the reaper, hunting him done. Executing him right on the spot just like he had done
Violate part 11 (Sherlock's POV)Violate part 11 (Sherlock’s POV):
“First of all, we would like to inform you that no one has contacted us and told us anything useful regarding the girl’s past,” Lestrade said, folding his hands in front of him on the table. Sherlock internally rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly. Why so formal all of the sudden?
“…This means we can’t bring her back to her biological parents, which makes adoption the only option here,” Lestrade continued. John’s hands were slightly shaking, Sherlock noticed. They looked sweaty as well, judged by the shiny reflection of the skin. Violet did not seem to notice though, as she kept examine them, carefully touching them with one finger at the time.
“We have received several files from foster homes who would be interested in her, people who are experienced and who seem absolutely ideal for the job of taking good care of her.”
The police officer looked at Sherlock, who frowned. Was he no
War of the Emblem: Ylissean Character WIP
Hair Color: Dark Blue
Eye color: Blue
Alexander is the prince of Ylisse, and is next in line to become the Exalt. He grew up listening to the tales of his Great Grandfather Chrom, whom became the source of inspiration on how to be a great leader for the Halidom of Ylisse. His mark of the exalt was branded on his right hand, which symbolizes his bloodline to the royal family. He learned sword fighting and politics from his father Antares training with his childhood friend Toan, and also made friends with the Western Khan’s daughter Lenoura from Regna Ferox. He wields the Parallel Falchion, the legendary blade, passed down through the generations of the royal family.
Staying committed to his responsibilities as the captain of the Shepards, he was successful in driving out any group of bandits that threatened the kingdom’s villages. His speeches would always bring hope to the people as they listened. He would alwa
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
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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