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'Madness' Files 19: La Ratatouille (2)“Cam on, ye walkin’ pile o’ scrap! Make ‘tings ‘ard fer me!” Rynexethak lashed out again with her sickle against Le Spatula’s knives. She had toyed with it for fifteen minutes, leading the culinary robot from the kitchen to the dining room. Tenderizing hammers had flattened several tables, knife punctures riddled the majority of the chairs left standing, and all of the customers had been evacuated by the waiter. Hardly any spectators stuck around with cutlery flying everywhere.
The blood rushing through the Wench’s ears as well as her mirthful laugh drowned out both the female chef’s ranting and the warnings called out by her Card Shark. Usually fighting an opponent immune to her charms would have appalled her; but any exercise any action after her extended stay in the Skyscraper satisfied.
Cutie, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more displeased. Not only did his Mistress i
'Madness' Files 18: Isle o' Hags (2)Annoyance upon annoyance had piled on top of Scarnfix’s temper. First that business with the Indian girl, then the ordeal with the idiotic polar bear lazing about and watching that weird hissing box, and after that the climb through the narrow slit of canyon…
The Privateer perhaps enjoyed the stress relief from slaughtering the big-footed yetis at the top of the snowy upper level a bit too much, but for once on this trip he couldn’t complain. Sitting on the lip of a short cliff, a candy-cane-stripe field of snowy carnage behind him, he licked the still-warm blood from his cutlasses like a Popsicle. “‘Dere ain’t no exit on ‘dis side…” he mused between tastes, “so per’aps ‘de o’der side ‘as one.”
Feeling the cold begin to nip at his backside, he leapt down to the snow beneath his hanging feet. Across the short crater, a ramp led along the wall to a cave glowing with fiery l
'Madness' Files 17: Arendelle (1)Dropping what amounted to a spacecraft into the center of an uncharted medieval-class world would violate one of Machelix’s own resolute policies. As such, when Captain led him within range of Arendelle, Machelix took over and maneuvered his craft into the woods away from any of the world’s residents. Even without the current situation encompassing nearly all the known (and potentially unknown) worlds, caution took precedence to prevent calamity.
Two boots dropped to the needle-covered forest floor. Stillness surrounded the Nobodies, but the lack of compression in the pine needles signaled to Machelix that something had recently been here. But what it had been Machelix couldn’t exactly tell: something big and plodding like a Heartless lord, or something slug-like like a roving glacier. The shining sun above and the lack of snow on the ground made the second option less likely, even if a chilling breeze coursed through the trees.
'Madness' Files 16: The World that Never Was (3)“Hmm, where to investigate next…” Machelix looked over the map of the known worlds. Several toothpick flags pierced a handful of them, each marked with the name of the Nobody investigating that particular world. An additional one decorated with his own name he held in his open palm. A finger from his other hand traced a trail through the maze of strings towards (hopefully) an exit. “Lylat System… Titan Tearaways… to Game Central Station…”
The opening doors behind him interrupted his concentration. “Ah, Shakespeare, returned so soon?” Noticing the journal in the Scribe’s hands he added, “Or are you simply playing librarian for a bit?”
‘I am simply doing what Master Fexyregof asked of me,’ replied the Lesser Nobody. Neither head nor gaze swiveled from his objective: the stairs.
Machelix smirked as the minion entered the stairwell.
'Madness' Files 14: La Ratatouille (1)“Pour me ano’der drink, love. Me glass be empty.”
“Madame, uh, this is the fourth refill you’ve had already.”
Rynexethak looked up from her seat into the nervous red-headed waiter’s eyes in a condescending glance. “And not e’ery girl chums ‘de waters after a glass or two. I ain’t stutterin’, so bring me ano’der round!”
“Err, right away, ma’am.” A bit of a work-up the waiter needed to pick up momentum on his skates to continue on his working route.
The figure beside Rynexethak at the table lowered his menu and rolled his colorless eyes beneath a fish-shaped maroon metal helm. ‘Ye don’t ‘ave to be so ‘ard on ‘de boy,’ he “said” to the Double Dealing Wench.
A laugh that would tighten the pants of any man without their guard up sounded from between Rynexethak’s painted red lips. “Oh, come
'Madness' Files 13: Afterlife High (1)Sunlight shone down over the sparsely crowded streets, the same street Fexyregof watched when looking up from his journal. Often this occurrence was not, given the way his pen furiously crossed across the page. “He could have sent me to the Pagemaster’s Library to locate the missing book,” read his emotionally devoid, pristinely sculpted letters. “My moniker is the Disgruntled Scholar, for the love of Emily; I should have been given a mission that poses less of an insult to my heritage. Capture a scythe indeed… I’m beginning to believe he only thinks of me as an undead.”
Releasing a hard sigh, the Entourage’s number four closed his journal and entrusted it to his Lesser standing next to him. “Shakespeare, see to it that my tome returns to my dresser, please. I doubt that your services will be necessary in the near future.”
‘As you wish, my liege.’
OpticDogsOptic Dog Information
Sientific name: Canis Oculus
Life Span: (Unknown)
Optic Dogs (Canis Oculus) are a species of dog like creatures to who's' origins are unknown as well as their life spans given that no dead specimens have ever been discovered. The sound of the Optic Dog is like that of a Tasmanian devil when angered, a hyena when communicating with member of the same species though not of the same pack and a raven as a location call when lost or looking for partners. An Optic Dog's diet is also unknown given that no specimens have ever been observed consuming any flesh that they kill and appear to only kill for the pure pleasure of it. The anatomy of an Optic Dog is also unknown and it is thought that these creature's bodies are mainly made up of vein like structures as well as a total of 10 eye like struc
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 20
Author's note: I'm soo sorry for the late update, but I just got back from my exchange in Danmark and I was so tired that I had to first rest a few days, before writing the new chapter.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
„… maid café. I was thinking of doing this a while now and when I heard the good news about your ankle, I just thought, let’s do it. Your part there is to sit on a little table and every time someone comes in, you tell them where a table on which they can sit. And the guests have to go to you and then you can take their order. Sound easy, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I would really love to do it!!”
My world becomes colourful again. Not only I can leave the bed, but although I can help with such a cool thing. All the loneliness and boredom of the past few days is ravished in barely a second.
The next day
It’s the first time in a while that I’m being awaked by my alarm
Prelude: Cthulhu vs. Charles Barkley
Insanus Abe: ...This is the most ridiculous and craziest match we'll ever do.
Madness Abe: Hey, Dan and Lacie did Shaq vs. 50 Cent and CyberAgent did his own share of crazy matches, so we ought to join in on the bandwagon and prove why we're called "Madness" and "Insanus".
Xl9: If the crazy guy think this is crazy, Abe, then you really need to re-evaluate this match.
Madness Abe: Anyway, the indie game community has come up with amazing titles and games, but sometimes a bizarre comes out with an alternate character interpretation on existing characters...or people in this game.
Insanus Abe: This is so ridiculous...
Xl9: Cthulhu, the reformed Elder God turned Hero!
Madness Abe: And Charles Barkley, the Ultimate Slams Master. Joining is today is Death Battle veteran, Xl9, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle!
Anthony and his Mom were driving to their cousins house for a vacation. While there, he would meet her 15 year old cousin and her fiends and her mom and her sister. Anthony lived in a very female-majority/influenced family. He as literally the only male,and he never knew his dad. "Mom, it's the first week of summer can I just stay home for a bit and play video games just to get used to the freedom?" Anthony complained. "Honey, atop complaining!" Anthony's mom said. "I'd rather have a smart and beautiful daughter!" "Fine, I'll stop complaining. They arrived at the cousins house. "Ring the doorbell." his Mom said. Anthony rung the doorbell. Her cousin opened the door. "Hi!" said Anthony's Mom and Sasha (her cousin). "Hi Anthony!" she said. "Hello.." mumbled Anthony. "Come in." Sasha said politely. Anthony stepped inside and saw that the inside was very comfy looking and spacious. "Did you guys already have dinner?" Sasha asked. "Yes, stopped at a fast-food place, but Anthony got sauce al
R+V: A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot Ch. 40
Rosario + Vampire "A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot"
Chapter 40 "Back To School"
Based upon characters created by Akihisa Ikeda.
Original idea and story written by Gamera68.
Pairing: the real Moka Akashiya and Tsukune Aono
Alternate Reality, set after the events of the now-finished manga series.
Comedy / Drama / Slice-of-Life
Moka and Tsukune are 19 years old.
Beta by :iconjacoblee0463:, :icontrain48:, and :iconcolresslawliet: from deviantArt. Thanks once again!
A/N: This chapter concludes Tamiko's introductory arc. It will be her first day at school as a first grader. She will still be in the story of course but won't be the central focus unless the chapter is about her. Tsukune and Moka will finally get some well-deserved alone time very soon since Tamiko will be at school from 8:30 AM until 1:30 PM Monday through Friday.
Just a reminder, her elementary school is a private school. She will also be making some new friends as well. I'd also like to thank everyone who has
Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader ( My sweetest Kuroko )WARNING : CONTAINS TOOO MUCH FLUFFINESS
Kuroko-kun might be out of character .... I'm a lazy writer ...
sooo let's enjoy ....
Today was your first date with your deadpanned face boyfriend . How can this happen .?
It was a day after valentine day , but you still didn't give your valentine gift to your crush . You were tooooooooooo shy and afraid that he might reject you . Your cousin , Kagami Taiga said that Kuroko really like Vanilla shakes so you thought that vanilla-choco gift was the best to give to him .
You gather all of your courage to confess to him , so you write a short letter / note and put it at his shoe locker .
---TIME SKIP ---
"I....i.... li-like y-you , K-kuroko san ?" you said stuttered and with your blushing faced while handing him your handmade vanilla-choco .
"Eh" he was shocked at first , and his faced was shown a small tint of crimson red . He liked you since the day Kag
You Wouldn't Hurt Me chapter 1Marshall Lee paced back and forth in his living room restlessly, his hands a shaking mess. A frustrated hiss escaped the boy's pale lips as the unknown hunger once again ripped through his cold body. The wave of pain that tore through his undead nerves caused the vampire to convulse and collapse to the floor, his chest heaving as he continued to take blow after blow. Almost sobbing from the pain, he instinctively curled into a ball, and let out a frustrated growl. For weeks now, this mysterious hunger had plagued him. It was so bad that no matter how hard he tried, he could not distract himself from the ravenous hunger that had over taken him. Playing his guitar didn't work, neither did sucking the red out of everything he owned, even visiting his friends didn't seem to pull him away from this glob awful feeling. Nothing seemed to work and Marshall was near, if not past, his breaking point. As the pain began to temporarily subside, the vampire kings dark eyes lazily opened. Drawing in
Getting Over The Fear Part 1
"Hey Heath, I got an idea!" Nicole said. "Tell me." Heath said interested. "You know how gay guys like you like other guys right? Well girls also like guys and do to your wide hips, nice legs, hourglass figure, rounded face, and overall feminine body structure, I could dress you up as a girl so you could go up to guys and they'll think your a normal straight girl." "Nah, they would know I'm a guy." Heath said looking down. "Oh come on, his is one of the best options you can take, and if you do this, I'll give you 200$ in return and pictures of me." Nicole said with honesty. "Are you sure it'll work?" Heath said with consideration. "Positive." "Ok, I'll do it. "Great! Now if you will excuse me, I got to get to my next class. Meet me at my house at 5!"
Heath arrived at Nicole's house right at 5:00 and walked up to her snow covered house. The door was unlocked, and Heath opened it. Like usual when going to Nicole's house, he saw her orange walls and unique furniture. He sat down on a sofa
Wakie Wakie! -Epilogue
A diary entry from Andrea, 2 years later...
Hi! I just got back back from a photoshoot one of my moms friends was doing. I think this one looks of me looks very cute. Don't you think? She took pictures of me and Sasha, and speaking of her, she is, like, the best sister you can have. We very rarely get into fight sand she helps me when I'm in need. I consider myself lucky. My new school is awesome. I've made over 6 new friends, most of them obviously girls. I told them about my story and they are very interested. My mom is also very caring. So far, I've had one of the best A streaks in my school. And I've gotta watch out for the boys, they hit on me hard teehee. I am very good at sports, and I am in excellent shape. I still have the same mind as my boy self, but I've been attracted to girl subjects and topics very easily that I am not interested in boy topics like sports, comics, and science as well as other stuff. I am 14 years old now, and Sasha is 17. Sasha has a really nice and cute
Angie Basic Info
Occupation: Vigilante, Healer
Fighting Style: Angie, genetically designed to be the stereotypical angel, is a pacifist and tends not to fight. However, when push comes to shove, she is willing to get her hands dirty to save her friends and other innocents by shoving or using other physical blows to unsettle the aggressor. Even against her enemies she's not willing to inflict serious (hospitalizing) damage.
Origin Story: see story "Heaven's Legacy"
Friends: Leah, Crowbar, Raphael
Enemies: tries not to make them
Home: New York City
Affiliation: Heaven's Legacy
Hair: Blonde, Long (Shoulder Bl
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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