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'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.’
'Madness' Files 12: Future Enforcement (1)“This is great!” exclaimed Sluxio. Even though Machelix hadn’t sent him on a mission for quite some time, he really outdid himself by sending his number five to the Time Squad station orbiting the world of Future Enforcement. So much technology for him to study, especially the mechanics of how a space base of this complex, slapstick design could remain hovering around the world.
Only one matter complicated his experience.
“I said freeze!” shouted the scruffy space cop chasing him. His pistol fired off yet another laser blast that soiled another of the space craft’s walls instead of hitting Sluxio.
The robot chasing the officer had other problems on his mind than the “intruder”. “Tuddrussel, be more careful with those things! You could shoot a hole in the ship!”
“No way, Larry! No one sneaks aboard my ship without facing some good old-fashioned justice! It’s go
Encyclopedia Wormwood DisclaimerEncyclopedia Wormwood is a comprehensive guide to the world of Pokemon and how it would exist if blended with reality as we know it, made in an attempt to bridge the gap between the kid-based framework of the Pokemon franchise and the demand for greater realism and complexity from adults that have grown up with the Pokemon world and wish to remain a part of it into the future. This encyclopedia is the work of a single individual, however, and therefore some bias is present despite the painstaking scientific research that has been undertaken to complete this exhaustive encyclopedia. Readers wishing to fully enjoy the work presented here should thus be aware of the following disclaimers in case they find the presented material questionable or lacking something of interest.
1: The rights of Pokemon and all associated parts of the franchise belong to GAME FREAK inc.
2: All data not taken from official GAME FREAK Inc. sources is the intellectual property of the author, Professor
Sidathe Esphimel: Bio (Remake)
Name: Sidathe Esphimel
Hometown: Elmysia, the City of Riches
Weight: Hates to reveal
Eyes: Light Blue
Personality Traits: Spoiled, selfish, sarcastic, rude and immature. She is mean in the outside but inside, she has a soft side and is kindhearted and cares about others but always hides her sweet nature. She shows that she has a fondness of foxes and wants one of her own someday.
Likes: Treasure, money, being wealthy, foxes, having whatever she wants, eating course meals with no limit.
Dislikes: Poor quality products, being called "cute", not getting things her way, being poor, not eating enough food courses to satisfy her hunger.
Attributes: She is an expert katana user with excellent melee skills is sword fighting combat. She is atheletic and agile.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence gets the best of her,
H2OVanoss / Vanolirious - HickeysI giggled slightly as Evan pushed me onto the couch, hovering over me. I stared up at him as he stared back; my mask having been thrown to the side. Evan smiled mischievously before lunging down and attacking my neck.
I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck, followed by his tongue gently licking the spot. He continue the action in a few more spots before he bit down harder on a certain spot. I yelped quietly followed by a moan as he assaulted the spot with licks and nips. Evan pulled away, admiring his handiwork as I'm sure a bruise was now forming there. He grinned and kissed me passionately, holding us there with our lips locked for a good while.
I was out of breath and panting once he pulled away. Evan gazed at me, our faces a mere few inches apart. "I love you Jonathan." He whispered.
I smiled and pecked his lips. "I love you too, now get off." I commanded, pushing on his chest lightly. He groaned jokingly and swung his head back. "I don't wanna mom." He whined before heaving hi
Dan helped Aleks take his steps towards Luna's child, Gary. She was helping him as well, for both toddlers had just started to take their first few steps. Aleks hiccuped as he reached Gary, and Gary fluttered his wings before leaning forward in the lost of balance. Gary flailed his arms and hit Aleks, causing both of them to fall back.
Aleks was the first to start crying.
Dan stared at him and sighed. "What a drama queen..." he chuckled. Icee came to his side and smiled.
Gary stared at Aleks before staring at the ground and plucking a daisy. He held it out to the wailing toddler.
Aleks continued crying before looking at the flower. He sniffled and took it before nibbling on it, quieting down. Gary smiled and clapped his hands before fluttering his wings.
HoD Sky smiled at them. "At least they're getting along..." he said.
Luna nodded. "They're so cute together." she agreed.
Aleks continued chewing on the flower before putting his hand on Gary's face. Gary flai
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 16
Author's note: My sommer holidays just started and I'm in this situation of being overtired, because I watch anime the whole night
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
The life with my crutches is way easier now that have them for a while. Although the pain is not so strong every time I move. That’s why life is more comfortable for me and walking around is not such a big problem any more.
Walking out of my bathroom after doing my hair I slowly make my way over to my bed just when a knock on the door is heard and “I’m coming in.”
Dumbfounded by this sudden intruder I froze in place and watch the door gets opened. This day the one who brings me my breakfast is Akashi.
Stepping inside first he looks at the bed with an emotionless expression. Then he looks worried, because I’m not laying there and after that his features turn angry when he notices me standing on the other side of the room.
PVC Demons - Written InfoAPPEARANCE: Skin and body
Their skin color can be a bright color, but not to the point where its an eye-rape. ( so this means nothing raibow ). Mostly their skin consists of about 3 colors in which one is the main skintone, and the other two the markings.
Usually the main skin tone is a lighter one, while the markings are usually darker.
As for markings, they can vary from stripes, to blotches, to spots, and much more.
They always seem to be having FIVE finger-toes and normal human hands with five fingers, though they're adorned with sharp black claws.
PVC demons get their name for the black PVC clothing they always seem to wear.
Every PVC monster owns a mask, either it be normal or a gas-mask. But its not to hide a foul mouth or anything. They just have a normal mouth really, the only oddity in it being is that they have a black tongue and sharp teeth.
The mask and pants are both ALWAYS black, though it may have some bright colored extra's. ( in example, additiona
CS - The Blood Countess, Elizabeth BathoryName: Elizabeth Bathory
Fake Names: Eliza Bates
Title: The Blood Countess
Sexual Orientation: Bi (though seems to prefer the company of women)
Age: Over 400
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Appearance: A lovely young woman with enchanting blue eyes and glistening red hair. Often dresses lavishly. Only when enraged does this beautiful facade fade, and she reveals her true form as a blood sucking monster. Often carries a parasol.
Base of Operations: Unknown as of now.
Personality: Vain and sultry. Has a deep sadistic streak. Strangely doesn't own mirrors (or not so strange if you remember the folklore).
Skills: Master seductress
Hobbies: You don't want to know.
Vampire Strength: As a vampire, Elizabeth has the strength equivalent to twenty men. As such, any meta below B rank should stay away from her.
Vampire Speed: Vampires are terrifyingly fast. Outrunning her is a near impossibility for an ordinary human.
Vampire Senses: Elizabeth's s
Ladon FAQWhat colours are ladons?
Ladons can generally be any colour, just so long as they aren't super-saturated neons or pure black/white. Please keep general colour theory in mind when designing your character though, and don't just slap on the entirety of the default MSpaint colour palette.
Geographical variants tend to have their own colour palettes:
Polar/arctic ladons are typically pale/cool colours, like the ice in their environment or occasionally earthy tones in tundra areas.
Pelagic ladons are usually slightly duller colours like dark blues but can be brightly coloured. Being at the top of their food chains, they don't need to worry about hiding from predators finding them since no other creatures will mess with them and they usually don't hunt by ambushing prey.
Abyssal/deep-sea ladons are generally either dark or pale colours, similar to other deep-sea creatures. Their bioluminescent patches are always a bright colour (occasionally whitish) to stand out.
-JUEVES 3:00 AM-
-Agencia Secreta num.15-
Sonidos proviniendo de los computadores en esa gran sala, maquinas, armas, todo lo que un buen espía utiliza, sin olvidar los relojes para que vean la hora exacta. Varias personas trabajaban a pesar de que era muy temprano, una jovencita de aproximadamente unos 19 años iba directamente a la sala de prácticas, donde se encontró con una chica pelirroja que practicaba la puntería de sus armas, mirándola con asombro, ver como jalaba el gatillo y daba muy cerca del blanco exactamente, con el minúsculo sonido de su voz, volteo de inmediato mostrándola en la mira haciendo que esta diera un pequeño salto.
-¡BAJA TUS ARMAS FLYNN!- Dijo mientras se cubría la cara con sus manos.
-Ah, eres tú-
Comenzó a bajar sus armas, de eso soplo su flequillo haciendo que se levantara y quedara como normalmente lo tiene, guarda sus armas en su cinturón que estaba alrededor
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
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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