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Ninjago OC: Mina CVMinerva (Mina) Florence Garmadon: Constants and Variables
Raised by Kai
She and Lloyd are equally powerful and may cause the end of the world together
She and Lloyd have a slightly awkward relationship
Her Serpentine foe is Mamba (sister of Pythor)
Misako dotes on Mina like every good grandmother should
Falcon is always called 'Crow' at some point (The Longest Journey reference)
She does not realize that Lloyd is her father until it is revealed to her
Lloyd and Mina must duel to unlock the end of the world
Mina goes to live with Lloyd after she finds him
She exists in the Ninjago universe (because she's an OC... duh)
Misako lives to see Mina be 5-10+
Zane helps Kai raise her
Nya does not grow an attachment, may severally dislike her
Alice is Mina's first friend, and designed as such
Mina is given Falcon at a young age to coup with Zane's true nature
Falcon has always been a friend to Mina, guarding her since birth
Kass is a romanti
Another Short Story Based on Ascension“Isn't it just fabulous honey?” my father asked, holding the old and dirt caked dagger in front of me.
“I guess so...” I agreed, not sure what he wanted to me to see in the old thing.
“Hold it.” he then suggested, nearly jamming the thing in front of my face. I recoiled in defense.
“Do I have to?” I asked, unsure of why my father had become to hell bent on showing me the old dagger. In response, my father held the dagger even closer to me with a sad, puppy like look.
Damn it Dad...
Rolling my eyes, I carefully took the dagger. Within a split second, I nearly let go of it.
“Honey!” my dad said in surprise and concern. “Are you alright?”
I didn't know if I was or not. I put both hands on my head and slowly sank to the ground. My head of pounding out of my skull. I didn't like it. It was scaring me...
My father carelessly tossed the dagger a few inches away from us and began to cradle me in his arms. I was scaring him
Loonatics OC: Ruby
Nickname(s) or Alias:
Red Hot, Red, Ruby, reporter girl, that reporter in red
Human with hints of Toon
Early or mid 20s
Hinted to be in the summer, around summer solstice
Weight: 158.20 lbs
Hair colour: Auburn red
Hairstyle: Held up in high pony tail, slight waves throughout
Eye colour: Dark blue/slight purplish
Skin/fur/etc colour: Caucasian tan
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities:
Any medication regularly taken:
Stubborn, hot headed, brave
Taste in music:
Able to hack government issued firewalls and internet profiles from HTML codes, can write a three page essay in 13
DIS: A White RoseQueen Eva bent down to admire one of the white roses that had just bloomed. She was in the castle rose garden with her lady-in-waiting Ortensia as the sun rose that day. The good queen had planted the roses herself, not long after she had married the king. Unfortunately, at the time, she had no idea that she had planted white roses instead of red ones. But the king loved them when they first bloomed so she did not remove them and start again.
“The roses are blooming early this year.” the queen softly told Ortensia with a smile.
“Is that a bad thing ma'am?” Ortensia asked, not sure to be worried or happy.
“Perhaps not,” the queen told her, “But it may. It's still too cold out.”
Ortensia looked at the queen with curious and questioning eyes. Queen Eva looked more closely at the rose, her expression was unreadable to Ortensia. The cat girl knew how the queen had a special connection to the roses. It was as if all the life the queen worked to
DIS: The Dark Crystal FableOnce upon a time, there was no magic in the kingdom. But one day, a wizard came and mystified many of the kingdom's residents. The wizard claimed that anyone could have magic powers, all they had to do was create a potion that would grant the drinker far more powerful magic than the wizard had. Soon enough, nearly everyone was searching for the potion's recipe so they too could wield magic.
Two sisters went out to find the potion's recipe. The two sisters, Theodora and Evanora by name, quickly found the recipe and made the potion together.
“When we have magic powers, we will use them to help others.” Evanora told her sister before they drank the potion for the first time.
“I agree.” Theodora nodded.
But the potion did not work right away. The wizard failed to tell anyone that the potion was like a medicine; you had to keep using it in order for magic powers to develop. So the two sister continued to drink the potion for three long years. Then one day, Theodora w
DIS: TeachPrince Mickey and his older brother, Prince Oswald, play sword fought in the castle's rose garden.
“Tighten your grip, but remain to keep it slightly loose!” Oswald told Mickey, giving advice. Mickey nodded and lunged the wooden sword at Oswald's chest. The young prince simply jumped out of the way.
“Quicker,” Oswald said, “And more precise! That little tease wouldn't have been able to slice a loaf of bread!”
Mickey nodded again, sticking his tongue out, and concentrated hard as Oswald attempted to strike him. The youngest prince dodged and deflected many of Oswald's blows, and at the right moment, Mickey took hold of Oswald's sword hand (much to both of their surprise) and swiped the sword in one passing. Both brothers were in a moment of confusion, but Mickey reacted the fastest. The youngest prince pushed his brother to the ground, leaped on top of him, and proceeded to aim both wooden swords at Oswald's throat.
“I win.” Mickey said tr
AU DiSThe nights they spent alone were indescribable. They danced under sheets that have seen better days, and they uttered more confessions then they would at church. She loved to hear his heart beat to the changes of their dancing, and he would give anything to keep her warmth with him always. They both yearned for the pleasure to last a little bit longer before they collapsed into each other's arms from exhaustion.
The last time would always feel like the first; rewarding, but still pleasantly awkward. Would it always be like this?
From the window a shadow looked at them. He didn't try to hide, and there was no real need. He was a shadow, literally and figuratively, everyone knew he was there but did nothing to prevent him. As he watched, hatred grew in his already hardened heart. How could she...? Sure, she and him were meant to release the shadow within, but the shadow knew that she really belonged with it instead. Why else could she have been the one to free him?
She belonged with the
Ninjago: Reborn from AshesNya watched intently as her father hammered a sword with all his might. It was a special order, he told her, and had to be dealt with carefully. She watched as he quickly dipped the sword into a basin of water and drew it back out again. Unintentionally, Nya let out a soft 'ooh...' is admiration. Her father looked at her and smiled.
“Do you like it my phoenix?” he asked, getting down to her height, still holding the newly forged sword. Nya smiled and nodded her head. Her father smiled at her and held the sword to her as if presenting it as a gift.
“Do you, Nya Metzger-Tong take this weapon to uphold the honor and laws according to bushido?”
Nya looked at her father, thinking he was joking and playing with her, but his face was very serious. Even the glimmer in his eyes seemed to dull a little.
“What have I done to earn the title?” Nya asked skeptically.
“You are brave and resourceful,” her father told her, “You guard over those who
Ninjago: Am I Like Them?It was late into December when Kai decided to take Mina shopping. The duo were bundled up tight with coats, gloves, and hats, but could still feel the harsh winter coldness under it all. Kai also found out that Mina wasn't much of a shopper... at least, not yet any way. Instead, Mina kept her head down as she walked along the multitude of stores they went past, not even caring to look up.
“What's going through your head kid?” Kai finally decided to ask. Mina shrugged.
“Something's going on in there,” Kai told her, playfully pushing her a bit, “Zane does the same thing when he's thinking of something big.”
“Zane's a robot.” Mina said, a tone in her voice made Kai flinch a little. The truth had come out to Mina during her birthday; Zane was a Nindroid and not at all human. Generally, she did accept it for what is was, but she still couldn't completely understand. Not that Kai could blame her, Zane had once had issues digesting that he wasn'
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 2
Deadpool was standing around, playing a handheld game console, then looked up and noticed the camera was focused on him. "Oh!" he said in surprise, "We're back? Well, it's about freakin' time! I swear I beat this game a bajillion times by the time you got back to me!"
White: Technically, it was only six.
Yellow: Really? Seemed like a lot more. Guess time really DOES fly when you're having fun.
"So, to anyone who missed the first fight, here's how things are goin' so far..." Deadpool said, cueing a chart.
RED Team: 6 (Soldier, Scout, and Pyro are dead by now)
"Yeah, I killed the guy stupid enough to wear grenades on his bandolier, the loudmouthed kid, and the axe-crazy pyromaniac." Deadpool filled in, "So, c'mon! Bring it! I dare ya-"
Deadpool flew backward. The Demoman had regained consciousness after being clunked in the head by half a baseball and was now brandishing a grenade launcher with a giddy smile on his fac
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 1
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all…
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was quiet in the RED fortress, its nine resident mercenaries just settling down from yet another conflict with the BLU Team.
But none of them could have been prepared for what was about to happen next…
Intruder alert! An unknown entity has entered the base!
The administrator’s voice rang throughout the entire RED headquarters, earning the attention of every member.
“An unknown enemy is in the base?!” exclaimed a man in a heavy, red coat and an army helmet on his head.
Faster than he usually did before, the Soldier raced to his armory and grabbed his usual weapons: shotgun, rocket launcher, and shovel in that order. As he marched down the stairs, the administrator spoke again.
Protect the base!
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
The Black Witch of Arson County"She's a witch." the town whispered behind her back. But was there any proof?
Her mother's handmaiden had reported a normal birth; nothing out of norm as far as she could tell. Her school teachers agree that she was a fairy good student; if something happened with the youth, everyone would assume it was her though even if evidence was stacked up denying it. Her doctor has decided that she comes in twice a year; once for getting sick, and once for a check up. The bank manager has told that she pays her bills in cash with whatever she can; she holds no job because no one would hire her.
Babies never see her, but it is because their parents lock them in their houses. The children adore her, and visits if they are able. Teenagers ransack her, and then apologize if she catches them. Adults fear her, and seldom let their children out. The elderly laugh as such notions toward a woman, but they still are skeptical.
There is no proof for them to say what they say. They torture a poor woman who
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