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Kraybecca AU - Whispered Words"So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light, I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight. He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart he's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do He's the time taken up, but there's never enough and he's all that I need to fall into. Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see "
Rebecca had always considered herself to be very confrontational when it came to situations that caused her to hurt or ache. She always faced the problem, because how else would it be fixed? However, there was always an exception to every rule, and in this case, the expectation was Krayonder. Singing that song about him, seeing his face stare out at her, concerned, worried it broke her heart, because she knew he would never love her. So as soon as the last note ended, she did something that caused self-loathing to rise up inside of her. She ran.
She didn't k
LITS - Chapter One - AU BlinkBlink AU - The Doctor and Martha explore an abandoned house after The Doctor picks up strong residual time energy. With a single touch of an angel, they awake to find themselves in...London 2008? This was no time shift. The angels have pushed The Doctor through dimensions, precisely eight months after Rose Tyler said goodbye to him at Bad Wolf Bay. 10/Rose and Martha/Mickey
'-Seven-thirty AM and this is a song for those getting ready for or on their way to work! Enjoy!'
'Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's-'
The sound was cut off abruptly as a hand escaped thick, warm duvet covers, and hit the alarm clock at the top, before the occupant sat up, squinting slightly in the harsh light of the early morning. Mumbling something under her breath, the young woman shoved the covers off of her body, and stood before she stretc
Charlotte and Peter - Mordred's Lullaby
The darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep
Humming the now familiar lullaby, Charlotte stroked back young Peter Thomas's hair and smiled down at her young charge. Manipulating the boy had been easy child's play, even. The boy had been all too willing for her warm embrace, seeking her comforting presence.
She thanked Grace and Jamie's little red-head for bringing her pet to her. Little Peter had just been trying to find his younger sister when her uncles dogs had attacked. Wanting to avoid another lawsuit, Charlotte had gone in search of them and found the injured boy. Taking him inside, she had tended to his wounds, told him her name was Lottie, and that she would look after him. He accepted it easily.
Eyes glowing a light gold, Charlotte continued to sing, a small smirk on her face as she imprinted the words of her lullaby into the boys mind. Finding out he was t
Welcome Home - For LauraShe had waited many years to see him again. She had been despondent, when she realised what had happened to herself, wishing to go back to her family. She saw how they struggled without her, and for every tear they shed, she shed at least a hundred more. Marie was a very emotional person in that respects. It did sadden her that Al never tried to date again after she had passed on , though she could understand. Had the roles been reversed, she doubted she could love again, too.
There were many a time when she wished she could just sweep her girls up into her arms and hold them close, whispering soft words of encouragement to attempt to reassure them as they went through rough points in their life, but she couldn't. All she could do was send down positive vibes and hope that her girls would pick up on them.
Heaven was interesting, to say the least. She couldn't really describe it it was just timeless. All eras and ages, there was no limit, it was truly fantastic. Eventua
Jack - OriginJack Frost had always been different. All through his life he had been able to see things that no-one else could see. Shadows, shapes, sprites, goblins and gnomes, amongst other things. His parents had pinned it off as an over-active imagination, and as Jack grew older, he understood to believe in such things was unacceptable, yet he still saw them. Instead of telling people about it, however, he kept the knowledge to himself. Jack was seventeen years old when his life changed forever. A skinny, pale boy with messy brown hair and light blue eyes. He was nothing special, though he did enjoy flirting with the local girls, as he was blessed with good looks, much to his relief. He had lost the reputation for being a bit strange a long time ago.
"Mom I'm going out to collect the firewood!" Jack called out, pulling a brown cape over his shoulders and his boots onto his feet.
"Okay, but hurry back!" His mother called out. "There's said to be a big snowstorm heading this way! Biggest we'v
Tunior Oneshot - DanceStaring morosely at the dance-floor in front of her, Taz pondered how she came to be in this situation in the first place. Prom, arguably, was a monumental occasion for teenagers in general, but she never actually cared for dances. Not to mention she had actually been forced into a formal dress for the occasion. It was a scarlet satin number, which contrasted well with her skin tone, apparently. It was ridiculously low cut, but managed to boost up what cleavage she did have, to make it seem bigger, to her embarrassment. She preferred being covered. The straps were thick, and trailed over her shoulders where they then criss-crossed down her back, leaving a large patch of skin visible, and the remaining sash was tied around her waist and hung down at the back. The dress was long, reaching the floor, which was the icing on the top of the cake. She had point blank refused to wear high heels. Losing her dignity with the dress was enough. She had also refused any type of make-up, but had gru
MLP: Crisis of the Cutie
Once again, it is another glorious day here on the Kingdom Island of Tambelon. In this place where Harmony for all creatures far and wide continues to flourish...so long as the Magic of Friendship remains strong in their hearts...all that can be seen across the island are the warm smiles of good neighbors and friends.
So many events and activities occur throughout each day of the week for the wonderful denizens of Tambelon...including one that the little fillies and colts can enjoy with all their friends:
Once school is let out for the various variety of young students of many special species, some head on home to complete their homework for the next day while the rest are taken to another location...as part of an after-school activity that is full of fun and excitement: A Cutie Mark Crusader Scout meeting at the CMC Headquarters.
With each and every little crusader wearing their hats and sashes, that contain some of the merit badges the
MLP: Shammy's First Date
A lovely afternoon sun shines down upon the Kingdom Island of Tambelon; Princess Celestia must be in a very good mood to give such a beautiful ray of light to all that live on the home where her former student-turned-princess rules...along with her husband.
Everypony is out and about this fine day, but among the crowd of ponies and other fine creatures that walk about the streets of Tambelon City, a hooded figure strolls on down the sidewalk...with his head and body covered in a fine, white cloak; Hiding his face and his wings apparently it seems...though the horn on his head is partially visible.
After walking for almost ten to twenty minutes, the brown coated stallion in white takes a turn to the right and passes by the front gates and lead to a fancy mansion just a short stroll up the hill. Upon standing on the "Welcome" mat before the front double door, the pony in the white cloak and hood rings the doorbell...and awaits for somepony to ans
The Fairy Tale Guardians Part 2Chapter 1: The Guardians and Tale of the Wolf
Sarah groaned a bit as she slowly started to wake up and sat up. She looked around the area to see she, Lolly, and Skyla were inside a small church of some type with a beautiful glass window with an angel on it behind her and a white stand in front of it as well as a golden cross next to the stand.
“Lolly, Skyla, wake up!” exclaimed Sarah.
Lolly and Skyla groaned a bit as they started to wake up.
“Ugh…five more minters Sango,” groaned Lolly, still half asleep.
Sarah frowned a little.
“Wrong person,” said Sarah.
“Oh right…sorry Sarah,” said Lolly.
She and Skyla then noticed the place they were at as they became confused.
“Where are we? I remembered the book glowing and then…” started Skyla.
“Great, instead of a video game, I’m stuck in a book!” exclaimed Lolly.
Skyla just looked at Lolly in confusion as Sarah sighed.
PMD-U Written Application: Team EurasiaEXPLORERS GUILD: Team Eurasia
Date Joined: Sep. 11, 2014
Current Funds: 0 St
-Characteristic: Highly Curious
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Fighting -> Strength
Move 1 Aura Sphere
Move 2 Psychic
Move 3 Flash Cannon
Move 4 Dragon Pulse
-Template Vest (Blue)
----Description: The standard-issue blue vest Max receives upon his registration.
========== WRITTEN TEST ==========
It’s been two days since I stumbled into Andalusst City after days of spinning aimlessly in that fogged forest. Just looking at the size of the city itself already tells me a lot about this place: a large city full of energy and a major gather place for commercial and culture, maybe even a political center. It’s really unlike any other cities and towns I’ve been to in
Wing's Kingdom Hearts part 6Chapter 5: Of Hope and Despair part 1
In the Gummi ship, the group was had got their rooms set up for the most part. Wing was reading a book as TC walked to her.
“Hi Wing-chan,” said TC in a sweet voice.
Wing groaned a little.
“What is it this time TC?” asked Wing.
“What do you mean?” asked TC.
“Every time you use that tone, it means you’re either up to something or want something from me,” said Wing.
“Well truth is, it’s about the one outfit thing,” started TC.
“TC, my clothes changed into this. The old ones disappeared,” pointed out Wing.
“Actually,” started TC.
He held by a set of Wing’s old clothes as Wing looked surprised, having catch off guard.
“Wait, how did you,” started Wing.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” said TC before he give her a stare, “And for heaven’s sake Wing, put your socks in pairs cause t
RQ #10: PewDiePie X Little Sister Reader-FABULOUS
"What's up bros it's me PEWWWDIEEEPIE!" Pewds laughed.
"And I'm hid guest!" a young 8 year old girl giggled.
"This is little Pewdiepie!" Pewds said.
"What's up broshes!" she yelled.
"We will be doing the FABULIZER!" he laughed. "Who should we do sis?"
"I say we do....KEN!!!" you yelled.
"KEEEEN! Okay fabulizer! Okay let's turn him into a fabulous snail, stick his head on there, " he said.
"He also needs bat wings!" you told him.
"Okay, and he'll be fucking a rock," Pewds giggled.
"My manly brother," you said sarcastically.
"I know!" he yelled.
"Felix? (name)? Are you guys okay?" Mariza yelled from the kitchen.
"YESSSSSS!" (name) and Pewds yelled.
"Okay now we post this shit on twitter!" Pewds laughed.
As soon as your brother pasted it on twitter, you guys were spammed with comments.
'WHAT THE FUCK XD'
'OMG! WHY KEEEN'
'Oh god, is it me or is Pewds always high'
"Now we doooooooooooooooooooo, me and big brother," (name) giggled.
"I want to be a duck," Pewds said.
"I'll be a magical tea p
Neptunia mk2: National Relations
Spoiler Warning: This story contains slight spoilers from Hyperdimension Neptunia Mk2. If you have any intention on playing the game in the future, do not proceed if you do not want the ending ruined. If you've seen the ending, or have no intention to play the game, please proceed and enjoy the ride.
Additional Warning: This story is in no way affiliated with my earlier Neptunia 'Resolution' storyline; it instead takes place after the true ending of Hyperdimension Neptunia mk2. For those curious about my first Neptunia project, please go look for Neptunia Mk2: Conquest Ending: Resolution.
"How did I get here?" Uni, the CPU Candidate of Lastation, was standing in the middle of a Planeptunian Plaza, her face flushed a pale pink that clashed brilliantly with her shining ebony tresses. Despite her misgivings, the young goddess was wearing a pale white pilot's cap, a black and white long-sleeved blouse that frilled out towards the
PMD-U: Pranked Housing“’Free Apartment Giveaway’?” I blurted out the title of this flyer posted on the bulletin just outside the Guild building with a raised brow.
After I finished the guild registration I decided to take care of my housing as soon as I can. The Guild has their own housing for guild members… but Teresa just told me that their housing are full and dozens of Pokémon are in line waiting for a room. After some digging, the only place I can look to get myself a house is the outskirt of the town. The housing in downtown like this particular neighborhood in is expensive like hell. After wondering in the god-forsaken fogged forest I basically lost most of my supply, and unfortunately, my money as well. (Besides, Andalusst uses different currency. Even if I can salvage my cash from the fog, they are still useless.)
Housing outskirt of the city can be quite cheap and easy—sometimes you can even build one your own if you find the land you desire. But hel
Paralyzed ArtistParalyzed artist
“You’re so good at drawing!”
You always had that trademark bright smile on your face, despite your oddities. It was always so warm and welcoming, however, it is because of your oddities that repel the public away from you. That’s what is so funny about people, when someone is different, they get punished for it. You never thought of it that way, though. You only laughed, and sat in your wheeled-chair. Your posture was inevitable poor, because of how you always slouched in that “throne” of yours. Every day, during breaks, you’d illustrate worlds of mighty dragons, and other days, about our beautiful solar system-the pictures the stars made in the sky. I would always sit next to you, fascinated and completely infatuated in those inspiring stories of yours. Your arms laid motionlessly, folded into your lap, tied together tight with medical bandages at your wrists. They refused to move
Yvaine - FriendYvaine had always resigned herself to the fact that she would never be able to speak. The doctors said it was impossible, and she had accepted that fact with a simple nod. She wouldn't miss not speaking, because how could you miss something you never had?
It was frustrating however, to not be able to fully communicate her desires and needs to her family, and sometimes, she did wish she was able to speak so she could tell tell them what she wanted. But, she got through it with a smile, as she always did.
What hurt Yvaine most of all about being mute, was the way treated her. Just because she couldn't speak, it didn't mean she was deaf too. She wasn't a freak, she wasn't mentally retarded. She was just a thirteen year old without the ability to speak. She wasn't any less intelligent for it. She was smart, she was bright, and disregarding the bullies, she was happy.
Her siblings were protective of her due to this. Mainly Matt and Serena. Serena often made it clear that to pick on Yvaine w
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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