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The Llama Who Saved the WorldIt was a rainy night when she appeared, claiming to be a researcher and wanting access to our library. Though many were wary of this traveler, King Llane decided it was best to allow her to stay. He ordered my partner and me to guard her.
As we made our way to the room that she had been assigned, she looked around with curiosity bright in her eyes. I took my chance to observe her.
She didn't look like any researcher that I had ever seen. She was beautiful, with short red hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She wore glasses and practical travel attire: a wool cloak, rough spun britches, and a light shirt. She carried a travel bag slung across her chest and leaned on a walking staff.
"Why are there no children?" she asked, startling me out of my appraisal.
I thought for a moment before answering, "Well, you see ma'am, the king's wife died giving birth to their second child and he never had the heart to remarry. He
Nuclear AftermathIt was a time of peace, love, and prosperity. A time when man helped his fellow man and there were no hardships. The Earth was lush and vibrant, a veritable bounty for the creature living upon it.
Yeah, right, when was it ever like that? I asked myself.
After three World Wars, the Earth was in shambles. A parched husk of its previous glory. Much of the wilds had died centuries ago between the encroachment of humanity and nuclear Holocaust. There was not much left, and what was around was once again being fought over.
"Central Russia was nuked yesterday," Clint stated.
"So?" I replied. "Just means that we stay indoors until whatever passes overhead is gone."
Clint glared at me over his newspaper, "Aren't you even slightly interested in what is happening in our world today, Cole?"
"It's not that I'm not interested," I answered, exasperated. This was a common argument among us. "It's
Music better than PhilosophyHis arms slowly encircled my waist as we continued dancing to the band playing Fur Elise by Beethoven. I tentatively slid my hands behind his head, pulling us closer together and resting my head against his chest. Even in heels, he was still a good head taller than me.
As we continued to sway to the music, he quietly asked, "Why am I the only one who can see them?"
I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. And just as quietly as him, I answered, "Because you've seen me before...and because I want you to."
It seemed that this suited him, so I again rested my head against his chest. My breathe hitched a little. I had never revealed that to someone before; never needed to.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Must be the music..."
I smile, You don't know the half of it.
You don't know how much I've given up for you.
List-o-Mania Fridays-June 10, 2011-Morgan Freeman could narrate the phone book for me and I'd be happy. But alas, we have to narrate our bucket lists ourselves. So share with us your character's bucket list-- the things they'd like to do before they die.
-protect Michael at all costs
-travel to more than just the battlefield
-gain some allies
-tell Michael that I love him
-stop the war
-be something more that just a fallen Valkyrie
-June 17, 2011-Nicknames, maiden names, aliases or titles. List the things people have called you over the years.
-my little pet
-That Winged Bitch
-June 24, 2011-List....
5 things you're into right now
-Protecting what I love
-Defying the All-Father and Prophecy
-Chocolate-chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream (Hey, a girl's gotta have a vice!)
4 things that you used to be into, but aren't anymore
-Being a good little robot of a Valkyrie
Mundays-May 30, 2011-Let's talk about the bad guys!
1. What makes a good villain, in your opinion?
A good villain to me is much like a good hero: they have to have flaws. They can be all wicked and evil, but they still need to have something that gives them a little quirk; something that makes them not quite perfect; something that makes them vulnerable and therefore, they have something that even the good guys could exploit.
2. Do you tend to write more for villains or heroes?
I write more for heroes. It seems easier to write from their point of view than from a villians, but since I've never really tried it from the villians side, I suppose I should and see how I like it....not that I don't still prefer being on the good guys side.
3. Who wins more often in your stories, the good guy or the bad guy?
The good guys.
4. Have you ever written a redeemable / reformed villain? A good guy turned bad?
Not yet, but you never know, I may thro
Twofer Tuesdays-June 7, 2011-For today, tell us about two enemies you've made in your life. Who are they? How do you feel about them? Is this a friendly rivalry, or the sort of battle that ends with only one person standing and the other in bits? Were you ever friends before? We want to know!
-Odin: The All-Father-I chose to defy him for one man. I chose to defy Armageddon. Now it will come down to either him or me. Fuck, I hope I win.
-Brunhilde-My sister-in-arms. The quirky little scientist who always knew how to lift my spirits. When I defied Odin, I betrayed her and all my other sisters. Maybe someday she'll forgive me.
-June 14, 2011-Today, we challenge you give us a scene/event from your character's story from the perspective of one person involved...
I had been watching him for months now; ever since he had seen me in that near-death experience he had. He had diligently done his research and now had fig
Interview with my CharactersNinja'd this from VampiricBountyHunter. Mwahahaha!
I'll use various characters from all my stories, labeling which story they come from.
1. Sylvana Mooncrest (RT)
2. Silmara (AC)
3. Ishetalia (VC)
4. Jade (Angels/Demons)
5. Tony (Misadventures of Indiana Tony (working title, bear with me))
1. Hello! How are all of you today?
Silmara: Well, I really miss Belthas, but otherwise, I'm fine, I guess. I do have Aiden to keep me company.
Ishetalia: -looks around-
Jade: How about them powers, huh?
Tony: You know, I explored this really awesome cave!
2. Let's get down to business. Are you a guy or a girl?
Sylvana: -continues to stare-
Ishetalia: I would think that's obvious.
Jade: Totally a chick!
Tony: It appears that I'm the only guy here...
3. What color is your hair? (apparently we're being interviewed in a dark room?)
Silmara: Mine's black!
Ishetalia: Deep red, alm
TS2-Of Butterflies and FairiesThe park was idyllic. Luminescent butterflies flew around with fairies chasing them. A brown haired little girl chased the fairies trying to catch them.
"Alright, Alesiya, time to go," an elderly, white haired lady called.
"But I don't want to!" Sara yelled back.
"We have too, Sara. You're party is tonight, do you want to miss it?" the lady asked.
Sara came running over to here. "Let's go, Marie!" she said excitedly.
Marie chuckled and picked the little girl up.
Sara awoke feeling content but excited. The dream had been much better than the one the week before. She wondered who Marie was. She was reminded of her grandmother.
Sara got up and ready for the day. It was bright and sunny outside. She decided to wear shorts and T-shirt.
She came bounding down the stairs, ready to meet the new day.
"You're not wearing that, young lady," her father said, barely lookin
Reader x Suoh Mikoto: Fortunate Meeting
I have always known that my life won’t be easy, but I have never imagined that I would run away like a criminal. And I’m only the little sister of one.
My big brother is well-known in the criminal-scene. He killed many people and is in big contact with the Yakuza. That’s why Scepter 4 is looking for him and they think I know where he is. But I haven’t seen him for about two years. The only contact we have is the money he sends me every month.
A few days ago people from Scepter 4 stood in front of my apartment and wanted information. Then two days ago and today they wanted to bring me to their headquarter. When they said that I got in panic and ran away.
And now I’m here running like an idiot and panting heavily.
I know that they have special abilities and I’m really glad that they haven’t used them on me, but I’m just scared as hell of Scepter 4.
Turning around a corner I look for a place to hide. The only thing I see is a bar. Not
Lone Flowers (Jorrian) [RP in desc]I don't know why I'm here. Everyone here is plain mental. They're crazy and screwed up in the head. I don't know if I am. Maybe. Just maybe.
I've familiarized myself with the white walls and marble floor. There were no windows. Only a door that could be opened from the outside that led to the hall, or if you had a key. But that was the only way out. And only the Doc and visitors had access to it.
The doctor was a sick, twisted being. He put people in straitjackets and tied them to beds. He never gave the required amount of medicine. Sometimes he would pull people out of their rooms for "treatment" and they came back even more screwed up.
Acquaintances of mine inhabited many of the rooms here. They all had lost their mind...most of it, at least. A few had managed to keep themselves together. But I'm certain that won't last for too long.
One of my friends—my closest one, my only one—shared a room with me after her roommate lost it. She's so sweet and gentle and in
What G-Modding IsWhat Godmodding Is:
- If your character can come back as anything they want.
- If your character has powers akin to another species despite being an entirely different species.
- If your character claims to have an unique immune system.
- If your character tries to control other players character via means other than brainwashing/hypnosis/possession.
- If your character can survive practical anything.
- If your character has more than one set of lives.
- If your character can destroy almost anything with a touch of their hand.
- If your character literally is descended from a god but yet can handle heavy weaponry perfectly despite the fact that they DON'T need to use weaponry because they're descended from a mother-loving GOD.
- If said god character only loses one tenth of his/her powers.
- If said character immediately tries to kill your character without giving him/her a fair chance to fight back.
- If said character just won't die no matter how many times you try and defeat them.
Clarity An SPN Song Parody (Destiel)"Clarity" An SPN Diestel Parody Song
High dive into rising flames
Where the dead comes back to life.
Fight fear for my selfish pain
Was it worth it every time?
Hold still, the Impala crashed
And we all know how this ends.
The clock ticks before the demons fall
And they drown in ash again.
This takes a piece of me
Watch me fight, and watch them bleed.
I still fight, and I don't know why.
If this life is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If this life's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Walk through the pools of red
You refuse to make amends.
You cut through with the demon knife
And you have no common sense.
Don't pray while I'm away
Because I know just what you'll say.
I saved your life, brought you back from Hell.
Now I can't even look at you.
You take a piece of me
I watch them die, and I watch you bleed.
You still fight, and I don't know why.
If this life is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If this life's insanity,
Imagine Singing Karaoke To The WinchestersA Collection of SPN reader fics
(If you don't know the song I mention in this, I recommend looking it up. It reminds me so much of Sam and Dean, I just had to do it!)
~Imagine singing karaoke with the boys after a hunt (Female Reader) SPN Collection #1~
Another successful hunt; a nest of nasty vamps in a small town in Pennsylvania. You all though you'd be stuck in Pennsylvania for at least a week just to locate the nest. But you managed to find it under a day. The boys were throughly impressed with your ever improving hunter skills; even Cas was taken back that you beat him to the punch, even with his angel mojo.
Once you found the spot, which happened to be an abandoned warehouse, Dean and Sam scouted the place out. They told you to stay put, which you complied- for about five minutes.
You walked inside, guns blazing the bitch. The guns only stunned the vamps. and this you knew. Left and right, they came at you; you quickly whipped out your machete, decapitating the bastards. You then
Saccharin Species Bio V2The Saccharin is a strange species - not exactly as biological as one would think, they’re more like slimes. As such, they have no internal organs. They also are very pliable and elastic, which comes into play as they eat. Being an amorphous organism has its perks. Saccharins can regenerate or reattach severed limbs, morph their bodies into the shape of new body parts, and stretch their currently existing body.
A saccharin runs on two things: sugar and water. Everything else is unnecessary. While the water serves mainly as a lubricant, the sugar is the essential part. A saccharin is made almost entirely of sugar-based compounds, and can squeeze through very tight spots due to its lack of a skeleton. While the water is essential, too much of it can cause a saccharin to lose its composition and become much more slime-like.
When a saccharin eats, the food doesn’t go to a stomach, because it simply doesn’t have one. Being like a slime, the food is stored inside the saccha
Revenge 2:Serpentine Ch.23 (for real this time)Now snapping out of it, Herobrine looked up at his sons. Lewis and Sky both sighed with relief. He was back, and they hoped never to see entrances like that by Dan again.
Extreme anger displayed in his eyes, Herobrine narrowed his eyes and cursed the Serpent King, what happened to him still fresh in his mind.
Veiling his anger ever so slightly, he spoke."Even with all the experience I had with the Snake...he still managed to catch me off guard." he growled.
Evenly, the brothers sighed with a bit of disappointment and relief.
Right there with his father's anger, Lewis spoke up. "I'm guessing Dan snuck up on you. That sneaky bastard..."
"Giving up is not an option, however." Sky put in. "Even though Jordan has his Nether powers now..."
Observing their grimaces, Herobrine decided to ask his sons about their experiences in the realms.
Not wanting to burden him with his horrid time spent in the End, Lewis let Sky go first. He went on about how he ran into Sean and now his family, and he tal
Querido Diario 10Ha salido el sol y comienza a brillar en la alcoba de Marie, con el Sol en sus ojos comenzó a hacer parpados y comenzó lentamente a abrir los ojos. Se estiro, se levanto y camino hacia el tocador para darse una ducha calida para su cuerpo que seguía tremendamente frio por lo que paso, algo inesperado le ocurrió.
Encontró a Thomas con una toalla en vuelta en sus caderas, el se estaba cepillando los dientes, al escuchar el chirrido de la puerta volteo la mirada, Marie estaba tan sonrojada que hizo un portazo con la puerta que parece que se daño un poco.
Marie: Lo siento ..¡¡ Lo siento Thomy..¡¡ *Sonrojada*
Se escuchaban las pisadas de Thomas que se dirigían hacia la puerta, se escucho que se estaba abriendo la cerradura del mismo tocador, Marie halo de esa cerradura para que no viera cual sonrojada estaba, pero no funciono, el tenia mucha fuerza y logro abrir la puerta con una simple mano. Ahora ella puso sus manos
Scoot's Story14th of July, 2038, Third Year of the Great Equestrian War
Scoots sat alone in a corner of the armoury, polishing her artificial wings. Dark oil stained her fur for she had skipped showering five days in a row. She had been way too busy supervising the work efforts in the upcoming war, what would later be known as the Battle of Sugar Tree Hill. All the Changeling Optics had been checked, all the armour polished, all the mechanics in working order. She was the Leader of Weapons and Defence Design, but had passed all the duties for the next few hours to her second in command, Uuser Greyhorn.
She tightened the wings securely to her body and stood up. She looked around the armoury. Stallions and mares trotted past, not realising she was there, on what were probably important errands. Scoots trotted off though the massive cave system, where the armouries and weapons were being held. She passed through the many doors, guarded by large stallions and even a few by large mares. Sh
SparringI used to spar with my sisters to hone my skills, now all I have is thin air. Sure, there's Michael, but I'm afraid I'll hurt him in the heat of the moment. He may be a man, but he's mortal and certainly has not had thousands of years of training. It's sad...pathetic really. The best exercise I get is when we're fighting one of the assassins. Well, more I'm fighting and he's running like all the dogs of Hell were on his ass, but still...
Sighing, I continue to swing my daggers through the air, twirling them intricately.
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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