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Cops n robbers, The Minecrafters addition intro They dragged the form towards the looming building, though she seems to be going willingly, grinning wildly. The push her through the door of the building, her stumbling and falling on the floor. Instead of crying, or saying ow, like any other normal minecraftian would when they've been pushed, she just started laughing, Laughing madly, while attempting to sit back up, though proving difficult with her hands bound. A Guard pulled the girl up by the collar of her striped tee, and turned her so she'd face him.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" The guard hissed. The girl gave a cocky grin, her bi-coloured eyes twinkling micheviously.
"Oops?" She shrugged, then laughed at the guards pissed off expression, "It wasn't like I was hurting anyone~!" The guard growled angrily.
"You were guiding mobs to a village"
We'll keep on smilingLife is hard.
I've know that.
And it will only get harder.
Pain is a never ending current,
a fresh wound,
That never heals.
This generation is a scourge,
Filled with pricks,
I Stand here,
For the Outcasts
For the Damned
For everyone who has been hurt.
I feel the pain too,
It won't stop me from smiling,
It won't stop me from writing
It won's stop me from laughing at every,
So what if we're different?
Different is beautiful.
And I'd gladly take on a world of nightmares,
Just for the word to have sweet dreams.
I will face my fears,
to help someone,
No matter how paralyzing it is.
There are others like me.
Others who would face the never ending onslaught of words,
Just to save others.
So We'll keep on smiling,
No matter what you say.
eternal Silence (re write!)Eternal silence
It screams it's lies
it cries it's truths.
It's been my shadow
It's been my cloak
It's holds my thoughts,
and my fragmented Sanity...
When my voice seems broken,
the silence sinks in,
and I become to scared to say
Silence is my friend
who hides Cruel reality
from my naive eyes
and allows me to
It joins my insanity.
It Echos my sorrow.
It drowns my happiness.
It will be the death of me.
It screams the cold future.
I'll walk with it hand and hand,
away from the sorrow of Reality.
The bitter sweet memories.
It screams my truth,
While I cry it's lies...
Gummi's Animal crossing adventure 1 Gummi sat alone on the train, staring out the window. She had left her hometown and was heading for a new town called 'Greens' for unknown reasons. Her parents wanted her to move there for some reason…
"Hey," A voice starts. Gummi looks up to see a cat human hybrid standing nearby with a smile on his face. Gummi knows him. His name is Rover, and Gummi's friend Jason met him on his ride to 'Railton', The town neighboring Greens. ,"I have one question to ask you. Is it currently 6:26 pm on May 4 2014?" Gummi glances at her phone and nods.
"Ah good!" Rover exclaims, "This watch of mine gets thrown off real easy. Mind if I sit...?" Gummi shrugs and Rover plops down in the seat across from her. "So ho- Wait a minute! I forgot to ask your name!" Gummi frowns slightly.
"Gummi" She mumbles quietly.
"Gummi, huh?" Gummi nods, "What a nice name! So cute and feminine. Fits you in my opinion!" Gummi turned her attention back ov
Reader x TheRunAwayGuys RED RED
(Red knight's POV)
((An: Once again, sorry for OOC ))
"Chugga! Stop with the puns!" Jon yells at me, but I can't help but laugh at my own horrible pun. We are on our way to save another princess, which Jon is most likely to get... Or maybe Tim. He is a tank! We approach the tall castle covered in vines.
"Alright!" Josh exclaims, "A new castle to crash!" We easily beat half the castle before...
"A DOOR!" I exclaim, "DOORS TORE APART MY FAMILY!" I scream and swing my sword wildly at the door. It soon breaks down and we are faced with the forest king, but... I'm to distracted by the princess... She has [h/l] [h/c] hair and dazzling [e/c] eyes. She's trapped in a cage made of vines hanging above the ground. Wow... We take down the Forest King rather easily, and gather all the loot I can. Once I can't see anymore, I cut down the princess. She lands on the ground gracefully
Reader x TheRunAwayGuys Part 1((AN: SORRY IF OOC ))
You are a princess... Or at least, You were. You've be captured, like your four 'sisters', but unlike them, no one has come to save you... You are trapped in the forest king's castle, and he wants you to Marry his friend's son... You think he said the son's name is Lucah...? Oh well... You sit, locked in the same tower you have been in for several days. The Same tower where you watched your sisters get saved. No one was gonna save you. You were always forgotten. You sigh and stand up, walking away from the depressing view from outside. You glance into the vanity Mirror. Your [h/l] [h/c] hair was a mess, and your [e/c] eyes were bloodshot from crying. Your [f/c] dress was wrinkled and tattered at the bottom. You were a mess, to say the least. You pick up the brush made of vines and porcupine spines and run it through your hair, It leaving a flower behind your ear. You smooth our your dress and glance back at the window. You see
S E E Y O U S O O N Your heart pounded heavily in your ears. Oh god. Oh no! oh GOD no! You stare at the cold glinting blade, already soaked with your blood. Your once good, derpy friend stepped towards you, as you stepped back, a demented smile curled on her lips.
"Stay down why don't you~!" She says, in her now creepy voice. You shake your head wildly. Why are you just standing there, holding your injured arm like a dip!? You turn and try to run, only to see her standing in front of you, her head tilted, and face mocking sadness.
"Leaving already?" She asked, fake sorrow filling her voice. Her smile returns as she raises her knife, "Stay for a while~!" She swings down, missing you by a couple inches. Your heart is beating harder, as you attempt to flee once again. You hear loud thumping foot steps behind you, and that... Horrifying voice... Creepily calling out your name. All sounds but your heart beating b
All hail... The... The mad k-king...A . . . a l l h a i l t h e . . . t h e m a d k . . . k i n g . . .
W h a t h a v e I d o n e ?
"Tick Tock~" The mad king started with a smile, "Your clocks have stopped. Who's the treacherous fox?" Martin paced back and forth in front of the line up consisting of Flare, Zayne, Aqua, Mimi, Alex, and Chibi. Standing behind the mad king, is Sakura, a worried expression on her face. Martin stopped his cycle at the center of the line up, creating a small ball of fire in his hands, juggling it slightly.
"Someone fess up, so it is easier on everyone~!" Martin called to the group, adjusting his crown with his free hand. Everyone in the line up remained quiet, staring at the red sun on the ground in front of them. Sakura bit her lip.
"You're... Not really gonna kill any over them... Are you?" She asked quietly, gripping the paint brush tightly in the long sleeves of her white dress. The mad ki
F r i e n d s A r e B e a u t i f u l . . . The young girl ran around the yard, teddy bear in hand, awe barely shinning through the shiny blonde bangs in jade green eyes. Everyone smiled at the sickly girl, and tried their best to tell her she was truly beautiful. The only person she believed it from, was her best friend, the teddy bear she lovingly called "Biggums" who she told everything. This teddy bear was the girls best friend... And then... He disappeared. The girl from then on, never believed she was beautiful...
The sickly girl, lay, in the cold and white room, watching the hours of her life tick by slowly. She was a lost cause. No one could convince her she was beautiful, no one could take away the sting of their mocking glances... Well maybe... No... He's gone... She reminds herself. More hours tick by, when the door slowly creeks open, and a male, A little older then the girl walks in... But there is something different about him... He was covered in Dark brown f
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 Your vision fades around the edges. The sky is dark. You are outside a big building... It's in the heart of a forest. You have a vague memory, of drawings scattered... You've been warned by someone... Someone important... They told you to avoid the forest for some reason... But your curiosity is eating you alive. You stand you, and walk towards the big building, but you hear something drop behind you. You turn and see a flashlight on the ground. Was that there before? You pick it up and turn it on. The light goes off far into the distance. You shine the light on the building. The front door was wide open. You walk slowly towards it, being cautious. As you walk through the doors, they slam shut behind you, causing you to jump. You look at the doors, and chuckle uneasily. You turn back around. It's appears to be an abandoned elementary. A lot seems to still be in place... Other then the occasional scattered papers, the broken lights, and blood splatter. A small
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