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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.’
The Spill of '14Velvet quickly served her friends beverages and pastries that she had just recently baked specifically for this time they spent with each other.
Amongst the table, there was Icee, Ali, Luna, and a new guest named Supah, whom Icee had found a while ago and discovered that he was a cyborg. After a bit of introduction and backstory with everyone, there was no longer a gap of awkward silence and questions.
Now they shared a table with snacks and drinks.
"Can you drink, Supah? Or eat?" Velvet asked as she laid down a tray of pastries for any of those who wanted seconds. Ali was the first to reach for the cookies and cupcakes, and Luna slapped her hand away, seeing that Ali still had a plate full of them.
Supah shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. But I guess it's a good thing. I don't have to feed and water myself everyday." he replied.
Velvet nodded. "It is a bit of a plus..." she agreed as she took the plate and glass of water away from him.
"But he won't ever be able to experience t
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Kagami's ending
Author's note: Here is the first ending with Kagami. And yeah, I know it's been already two weeks since I last uploaded a chapter, but I just started eleventh grade at school and it's really exhausting.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
“Whaaaat!?“, say both look at me like I’m crazy.
“Are we talking about the same Bakagami? The idiotic giant fool?”, Riko asks.
“Yeah. Is there a problem?”
Momoi asks “What do you love about him?”
All I can think of are this funny moments I had with him the last days.
“He made me laugh and that’s all a good boyfriend should do” And I smile at them and they realize how much I’m in love with Kagami. Then Riko and Momoi look at each other and take a decision.
“(_f/n_), we will help you. Kagami is so dense, he will not understand it the normal way. So we have to make good plan.”
A thousand years of Sonic 36A thousand years of Sonic 36
Silver was searching in Alice's library, he picked out a book and opened it. "What are you doing?!" Fleetway face pop out of the book, "AHHH!" Silver slammed the book shut. Silver grabbed his chest he thought he was going to have a heart attack, "Fleetway!" Silver yelled he was mad. He walked down stairs and he didn't saw Fleetway he looked from side to side. "Fleetway?!" Silver called he started to walk and bumped into a refrigerator, "A refri- what is this idiot up to?" Silver asked. "I have become a refrigerator... I hope this story wins a Oscar" said the fridge as he talked by opening the bottom door. "What?! Fleetway?" Silver asked confused of the talking fridge, "No it's El Pendejo, yes it's me" said Fleetway. "Why are you a refrigerator?" Silver asked to know the story, "Well I was searching for the spells in my book an it turned out that some of my spells work better
Halloween Prelude: Mothman vs. Jersey Devil
???: Cryptids. These creatures have haunted our world and minds for countless years. Though their existence has yet to be proven, they have proven to be popular enough to be cemented in modern culture and caused many to spend their lives dedicated to proving they truly exist.
???: And in this fight, we're pitting two flying monsters famous for making the Northeastern and Southeastern U.S. the worst places to spend your vacation at!
???: The Jersey Devil, flying terror of the Pine Barrens!
???: And the Mothman, an exterminator's worst nightmare out of West Virginia!
???: Our benefactors, Madness Abe and Insanus Abe, will be out for this month and we've been hired to take their places for the time being.
Our hosts: Raziel and Abridged!Alucard
Raziel: I am the wraith Raziel and accompanying me is the Hellsing Organization's top agent, Alucard, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
Profile Zoe JacksonOC PROFILE (Percy Jackson, next generation)
Name: Zoë Ariel Jackson
Nicknames: Zow, Starfish
Birthdate: December 18th (Sagittarius)
Hometown: New York
Years at Camp: 6 (since age 12)
Godly blood: Poseidon blood
Family: - Althea Lockwood (mother, daughter of Demeter)
- Percy Jackson (father, son of Poseidon)
- Rowen Jackson (younger brother, 2 years younger, Demeter blood)
- River Jackson (younger brother, 4 years younger, Poseidon blood)
- Sfea Jackson (younger sister, 6 years younger, Demeter blood)
- Demeter, goddess of grain and nature (maternal grandmother)
- Rowen Lockwood (maternal grandfather, deceased)
- Sally Jackson (paternal grandmother)
Super Soldier X Reader (part 12)You'd cried yourself to sleep and woke up the next morning looking and feeling a troll. Your hair was tangled and puffy, sticking out at odd angles, and your eyes had enormous dark circles underneath.
As your were trying your best to clean up the mess, Bruce came in and smiled warmly at you. You blushed deeply and smiled back.
"You're ready to go home." He said, tapping a finger on his clip board, then politely asked, "Ruff night?"
Undoing a heavily twisted knot in your hair, you said, "That bad, huh?"
He chuckled. "I've seen worse."
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
He smirked. "Did it make you feel better?"
You got out of the hospital bed and began pulling on some pants. "Any new reports this morning?"
"Just one. But Nick wouldn't tell me what it was. As soon as you get back to headquarters he wants to have a word with you." He caught the look of worry spread across your features and clapped a hand encouragingly on your shoulder. "Don't stress o
Creepypasta the Fighters: Steven and Miki
Bio: In-between the timelines of Gen. 0 and Red's story/Ash's story, there was a trainer named Steven. He was dressed in the recognizable G1 outfit Red wore, but he had long, black hair as well as a smug look on his face. He and his brother Mike were on the basic objective in the Pokémon universe: be the very best like no one ever was. Steven was the idol of Red, and was the talk of the region. He was even the boyfriend of Blue's older sister Daisy. Rather than be given an objective to record the data of all 151 Pokémon with a Pokédex to prove it, he was given it out of kindness. He blew through the competition on his way to achieve his basic goal. At the end of it, he gave up after a tragic accident.
Powers/Weapons: Steven carries along his Charizard nicknamed Miki. She's a veritable powerhouse who wasn't able to be easily weakened by attacks in the categories of the Achilles' heels of fire-type Pokémon and could do more damage than an average Charizard. With her a
El origen de las piedras del destino
Molly dice: Hola a todos
la historia que les voy a contar transcurrió hace mucho tiempo
una de las cosas que la gente sin magia no sabe es que muchas cosas
de el mundo normal fueron obra de seres desconocidos
me llamo molly y les explicare el origen de las piedras del destino
mucho tiempo hace ya cuando en la hermosa parís recién florecía
la famosa catedral de notre dame fue construida como otro fruto del renacimiento
Un mago muy poderoso que llevaba una vida tranquila y había ayudado a construir la catedral de notre dame
en un principio solo pretendía usar sellos en roca
conjuros pequeños que quería que lograran que toda persona que entrara en esta hermosa obra de la era gótica
expulsara un poco de sus males y se purificara el alma reflejandoce en los hermosos mosaicos de la catedral
un pequeño hechizo pero probocaria algo serio
No se si creas en el demonio pero si existe Dios temo que también existe el
El Demonio estaba molesto y
Cub SeidonPhysical Attributes
Born four and a half minutes after his sister AoifeSlightly smaller than herSeidon wasn’t as strong as his sister, but he was faster than her—he inherited his mother's speed
He was calmer and quieter than Aoife, but was just as playful as her. He was also a very curious cub; he loved learning about the world around him Seidon wasn’t a troublemaker like his sister, though he always seems to get himself into strange predicaments. The closest he gets to mischievousness is covering up for Aoife's capers
Like any ordinary cub, Seidon loves and admires his mother. He's captivated by her stories about her life as a traveler, and wishes to be just like her when she grows up. He also loves and admires his father despite his indifferent attitude. On the other hand, when he becomes a courier, Seidon couldn’t help but feel baffled about Hiro's disapproval. Wasn't i
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
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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