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HowlHe meant to punish her. But it only made beasts out of them.
He tied her to a makeshift cot, naked, to promote the feeling of shame. Quite honestly, she did think that he was going to hurt her. He was naked to. Why, he wasn't quite sure, perhaps to show that he had shame for what she had done. Then he snaked around her body, a proposed 'you belong with me' move in the making. As he grazed in between her legs, a sudden euphoric reaction hit inside of her that her lips leeched onto his and refused to let go. Too quickly, the leeches became poison, and somehow her ties where loosened. Her hands free, she dig her nails into his back like an animal clawing itself in. The sense of euphoria grew stronger, the two only stopping when human fatigue set in.
They slept through the night without interruption, so that the next day he departed with little regret. But whenever they entered the same room during the day, their bodies could sense the other, even without them looking at each other. It was
No Cure for Magic LostHe was beginning to feel nothing again as his skin became wood and his eyes dimmed to black. He hated how upset she was, holding him like a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. No matter what she tried, it was all useless. The powers she was once known to have were gone now. He saw her only as a girl now, a scared girl who didn't want to lose her friend. Whoever she reminded him of wasn't there anymore. Fairy Nilambari, where have you gone?
She was trying to hold back her tears. She had tried everything she knew, and then made up some things to see if it worked. Nothing did. Nothing would. He was going to leave her soon, she could feel it. He would leave her almost like her neighbor-grandfather had done... it would be just as painful too.
The magic was gone, and there was no cure to bring it back. He faded away from her and made her alone again.
This KeyI have this little key,
But I do not know where it goes.
The bow shows a house,
With little yellow diamonds for windows.
I have this little key,
It is very old if you ask me.
There is only one house,
There is only one that may have that shaped house.
I know this little key,
It does not belong to me.
It belongs to Eva Ghastly,
From the mansion Barkley.
I gave this little key,
To my new friend Evangeline.
It was hers, and not for me.
I liked to spy on her quite keen.
I kept this little key,
It now belongs to me.
'Keep it' said Eva,
'So you may spy on me whenever'
So I have this little key,
It is shared between Eva and me.
I come see her everyday for tea,
And talk about how I found that key!
More Human Than BotDear Jonathan,
I wasn't born this way. Not completely at least.
When I was born, I had a very weak spine. Instead of the traditional brace, I was given a more robotic attachment. 'It would grow with her' the doctors said. The robotic spine extended to the outer bone of my shoulder blades; like a spaghetti strap. It curves all the way down to the lower breast where it would curl back into the brace.
When I was seven, I cracked the lower part of my skull, so the doctors 'extended' my robotic spine to the lower base and some of my head. Then at thirteen, we had found out that my eyes could not produce tears or my mouth produce saliva. So that was added on as well, my eye piece connected to the base of my head. Which in turn, graced along the lower part of my jaw to where the mouth piece situated (a small strip in the middle of the lower lip, then the complete upper lip).
Finally, at eighteen, I had been in a terrible car accident that completely severed my left leg. My original robotic sp
No Story to Tell... YetMy name is Kari Cheyenne, and I'm famous. Well... not 'famous' like a model or an actor or an athlete. No, it's a whole hell of a lot more complicated than that. WAY more complicated.
I was a part of one of the most disputed court cases dealing with child authority transfer in the history of my county. Shame I can't remember it though.
I was only a few years old when my family home burned to the ground, taking my parents and brother. I don't remember any of them now. Somehow, I survived the blaze with a memento of the life I lost; my stuffed rabbit. Kinda like American McGee's Alice, no? Except I haven't lost my mind to a world that never existed but still did. At least, I hope I haven't... yet.
There was another person, during the time, who wanted to claim my parental rights of sorts. She was my brother's girlfriend, or so she claimed. She said that my parents had agreed with her verbally that if anything happened to them, then she would be my new legal guardian. The downside to this
Jo's PoemMornings come, and evenings fade.
Just one step closer to judgment day.
I want to feel happy,
But it's easier to frown.
I want to feel a sense of relief,
But it's easier to go with the worse.
Some days are easier,
But most of the times harder.
Protected in my little hollow,
But still guarded by the unloved.
I want to break free from my curse,
But this bird's wings have been clipped.
Sing a song of remorse.
Sing a song of loss.
Sing a song of death.
Sing for a life I'll never have with him.
Sing for a life when I'm away from him.
Death won't do us part,
And I'm addicted to it.
There is no light,
But there are shadows.
I want a kiss without a fist,
And a lack of devils dancing around.
Sanity should be near,
But is no where here.
Love should fill the air,
But it is undermined to the unfair.
Why can't I die?
Professor Layton OC Concept: Natalya Ulmer
Name: Natalya Leanna Ulmer
Alias: Nat (common), Natale (pronounced Nat-uh-lee)(disputed)
Age: A year younger than Luke, give or take
Birth date: May 2nd
Birth place: America
Eye Color: Blue-green
Hair Color: Strawberry-blond/Reddish brown/Dark red
Skin Color: Caucasian tan
Blood Type: B+
Family: Father works in the American military and is sometimes sent to places where he has to take his family with him which may happen more than once a year, Mother works but is not specified where
Outfit: Green hoodie/dress with light blue leggings and orange rainboots
Personality: can not sit still/hyperactive, bubbly, erratic, cheeky, could actually be alone because she feels that moving around a lot does not make enough time to have any friends...
Power/Abilities/Skills: dances freely (is pretty good too)
Everything in My WorldI live in a world without color.
Everything I touch is filled with color.
I live in a world without song.
Everything I say is filled with song.
I live in a world without dance.
Everything I walk to is filled with dance.
I live in a world without laughter.
Everything I hear is filled with laughter.
I live in a world without variety.
Everything I eat is filled with variety.
I live in a world without clear skies.
Everything in the air is clear skies.
I live in a world where I cannot blend in.
Everything in my world cannot blend in.
Everything in my world is the same.
I live in a world where I have to be the same.
Another Mafia Story- PrologueIn Luther's Town, if you asked anyone who the founder was, your first answer would be 'Christian Gunther.' Gunther was a rich traveler that up a created a town using his home-boy charms and wit in the 1900s. But if you knew anyone in Luther's Town that had seen better days, they would have told you the founder was an immigrant named 'Antonio Luther.' Luther was a Mob Father, and not just any Mob Father. No, at the time he was THE Mob Father in the region. Luther built Luther's Town from the ground up using Gunther's money. Christian Gunther owed Antonio Luther a lot, maybe even an entire life, so Luther made a town.
As the years crept by, the town began to grow and eventually held elections for mayors and other political offices. But the town was run by Luther's mafia 'family.' No candidate went by for elections that were approved by Luther. No law went voted on that wasn't seen by Luther. No man died unless Luther's family gave the signal to.
Not everyone knew that Luther's mob family
Crushing Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
Song(s) ‘Smile’ by telepopmusik
Trust me, it fits the theme PERFECTLY
A girl in her early twenties thrust open the doors of her office job.
“I can’t believe this!” How could something like this happen to me!?
What the hell did I do wrong!
I got strange looks from other people around me as they counted their blessings hoping that I wouldn’t lash out at them.
“Oh, shut up!” I yelled, and their accusing eyes turned away.
I felt the heel of my shoe crack by the sheer force in my strides down the streets of New York City.
Can't Swim (America x Reader x Prussia)
"Wanna go swimming, _______?"
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Why not? You look so good in the swimsuit."
"Shut up, Prussia!"
You covered up your two-piece with your (color) towel. Your cheeks began to turn the same shade as Prussia's eyes as you looked away, over to the sparkling blue ocean. The tan and yellow sand squished under your foot as you stood up with your towel wrapped tightly around your body, showing off your womanly curves.
"Come on, ____! The ocean's really warm! Just ask Australia," America encouraged you, stopping you as he pointed to Australia in the ocean, playing and diving like he was having the time of his life.
"I didn't come all the way from Germany's house just to watch you mope in a hot bathing suit," Prussia said, and then chuckled. "Not like I'm going back, either."
You laughed along with him, but then gained back your confidence and walked past America, pride in your steps.
"Why won't you swim with us?" America asked, grabbing your bare arm. You swat away his hand, not
Reader x Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov
France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7][Male Name] [Last Name] was the prince of [Kingdom Name]. He was a rather handsome young man, complete with silky [hair colour] locks and dazzling [eye colour] eyes. He was the son of king Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Héderváry. Truth be told, he was adopted by the king and queen of [Kingdom Name]. [Male Name] was adopted when he was roughly ten years of age. Just a young, abandoned child. Roderich and Elizaveta had brought him their family, and brought him of them up as a respectable young man. [Male Name] was now eighteen, and was set to marry.
He was engaged to a princess from the neighbouring kingdom. He had never net her before, but he knew her name. She was Alice Kirkland, a Brit. From what [Male Name] was told, she had blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He had tried to picture her in his mind for quite some time, but he was unable to conjure up a decent image.
He had never wanted this arranged marriage. As soppy as it sounds, he had wanted to marry out o
Air Vents Clint x ReaderAKA Five times you met Clint in the air vents and one time you didn’t
1 When you first moved into the tower
It was hard to believe it had been almost a week since your cousin Tony called to invite you to stay at his tower. It was even harder to believe that it also housed the Avengers for the time being. Of course you had only met Bruce and Steve, seeing as Thor was back in Asgard and everyone’s favorite assassins were on a mission.
“I wonder why Tony made this air vents so large.” You mused aloud as you easily crawled through them. It was like he was asking for you to sneak into his lab and re-paint his Iron Man glittery pink and glittery purple. You were so deep in thought that you never even noticed that somebody was in front of you until they cleared your throat.
“You must be (y/n).”
“That’s me and I’m guessing that you’re Clint.” You replied smiling at him after blowing a stray
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
A Fan-Fiction by ketzle
It took all of your willpower not to scream out in agony. The pain was excruciating. All you knew was something knocked you in the head, hard. Now all you felt was the infliction that was brought upon you. You had never felt anything like it. The pain was like a searing fire that pushed its way through your skull. You knew that you were crying, sobbing even, but you couldn’t hear that. You couldn’t even hear your own voice as you comforted yourself.
You screwed open your eyes to see bodies lying motionlessly around you. Cars were turned over on roads and night lamps were bent in places that were not normal. You tried to pick yourself up, but your body refused to move. So, you just lied there and took in the crystal blue sky.
You're Special (Egypt x Disabled!Reader)
"H-hello?" you asked when you heard a small knock on the door.
"Yes, room service," a quiet voice said behind the door.
"Come in," you said, getting up and trying to find your crutches. Your leg stump began throbbing as you hopped over to the door, opening it. You smiled as a tanned face made its way into your hotel room, pushing a cart in front of him.
You sighed silently as his eyes slowly crept over to your leg stump, bandaged up.
You got that by a boat accident, where a bratty 14-year-old boy crashed into your tiny boat, also causing slight mental retardness.
And you hated it when people questioned or tried to look at your stump.
You were still human, right?
"Thanks for the room service," you grumbled, now grumpy because his eyes were still on your leg. You hopped over to the bed, sitting on it.
"What happened?" the man asked suddenly.
Your eyes widened at the sudden question. Everybody who questioned your stump would either come up to you and have a slight conversation before slow
Japan x Fem Reader So Long Part 2“I’m so late,” you yelled as you sprinted across the street, “Mr. Kiku, please still be there!” you bumped into a countless number of people and was almost hit by 3 cars before finally reaching the sakura forest, “Hello, is anyone here?!” you called, “Mr. Kiku please, if you’re there answer me! Kiku, no. This is all my fault.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. You cried for a long time before a hand gently lay on your shoulder.
“_____-san?” you opened your eyes, looked up and there he was, at least you thought it was, it was hard to see through your tears.
“K-Kiku?” he gave a small smile and nodded. You were so overjoyed to see him that you that you hugged him and cried tears of joy “Oh Kiku, I was so scared I’d never see you again. I missed you.” Kiku blushed.
You’re in my personar space again.” You laughed as you slowly
Another Damsel Dilemma TrioYou know the drill by now. Three short stories of 1,500 words, each focusing on reader requests and/or OC's of other artists which I admire. Enjoy!
Squirrely and Softpaws
“So what daring adventures are you developing for our readers this week Dina?” Tom asked as he applied the finishing splashes of colour to another of his pictures.
Dina bit her top lip in frustration as she stared at the blank page on her computer monitor. “I’m really struggling to think of a new story this week. Eurgh, I hate writers block.”
Tom noticed her frustration, and abandoned his art to instead massage Dina’s shoulders through her purple polo top with the collar turned up. “Don’t worry about it gorgeous. You’ll get a surge of inspiration from somewhere I’m sure. Why don’t you put the writing away for a couple of hours and relax a bit?”
Dina found herself tempted by Tom’s s
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
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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