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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.’
I'll Cheer You Up (Sollux x Reader)TRIGGER WARNING: #swearing
(not even but oh well)#slight OOC
Striders don't cry. They don't show weakness. But right now, you couldn't hold back your tears. You sat on the floor, leaning against the bed allowing the tears to flow down your cheeks.
You have been struggling to cope with your depression as it has taken its toll on you in the past few weeks. Today was probably the worst though. You had found out that your crush, Karkat Vantas, had asked Terezi Pyrope out instead of you. Terezi, knowing you like Karkat and not really taking a fancy to you, decided to shove it in your face. On top of having your heart crushed, your so called "best friend", (f/n), had told you that they didn't want to be friends anymore.
And so here you were, huddled in a close, protective ball, sobbing in your room as quietly as you could, just so Dave and Dirk wouldn't hear.
You had developed your depression since you were in midd
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 18
Author's note: So finally I could overcome my sleepyness and write this chapter. Hope you like it.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
This is definitely a weird dream. I’m in candy land with all of the guys. While I’m sitting a armchair made of candy floss, the others are doing stupid things. Aomine is throwing sweets at Kise, who tries to dodge them. Kuroko and a candy Nr.2 hunt Kagami. Akashi throws candy canes at Sakurai and Kijoshi pushes Hyuga and Imayoshi into the milk lake.
Suddenly Murasakibara stands next to me and says “Hey, (_f/n_)-chin, here you have some sweets.”
“No, thanks, Murasakibara. I’m full.” I place a hand over my stomach.
But then everyone comes to me and wants to give me some candy and I can’t escape.
“-ake up. (_f/n_)!!! Wake the hell up!!”
When my eyes shoot open is the moments I realize that I’m finally awa
Hacked (Supah's Backstory)"Alright, start him up." a voice commanded in a faint tone.
Start Up Sequence Engaged
5U-P4H-31 Starting Up
The words blinked a bright white in the cyborg's dark vision. Suddenly, his surroundings flickered, and his eyes quickly adjusted to the bright light above him to allow him to see.
The cyborg found himself laying down on a metal table with men in black suits and white lab coats surrounding him,
5U-P4H-31 Fully Engaged
More words flashed in his vision, and he sat up and glanced around.
"Well...this one didn't blow up..." a man in a lab coat said, wiping some sweat off his forehead.
"But does he function correctly?" a man in a suit replied.
"Let's see..." another man in a lab coat murmured as he approached the table the cyborg was sitting on. "Uh...do you know your name?" he asked the cyborg.
The cyborg shook his head.
"Your name is 5U-P4H-31. You are the thirty-first of your kind, and you seem to be the only one that has worked
CE - Warm Welcome InformationBasic Information
Name: Warm Welcome
Gender: Genderless, but referred to as male
Age: 9 yrs since heart token was placed
Height: 70 cm
Ears: Perky Long
Tail: Multi-knotted long slim
Accents: Ribbons, wings, multi-knots, lace trim, aura
- Parties and gatherings
- Pretty decorative cupcakes (which makes him reluctant to eat them, but his appetite always wins over in the end)
- Tie-die patterns
- Ribbons (especially silky ones)
- Games (poker, board games, hide-and-seek, etc.)
- Pillow fights (he absolutely loves these along with a variety of other sleepover activities)
- Baking (but he has to be extra careful as not to burn himself)
- Grouchy people (because he’s convinced he will be able to make them happier
Prelude: Alice Liddell vs. Dante Alighieri
Madness Abe: Literature is a strange thing. It can greatly influence things for years to come and be open to varying forms of interpretation. The 14th Century epic Inferno of the Divine Comedy and Lewis Carrol's own Alice's Adventures in Wonderland are no exception to this.
Insanus Abe: And today, we're looking at two gothic and dark incarnations of those two books!
The Gentleman: Dante Alighieri, the crusader who went into the mouth of hell and back!
The Lady: And Alice Liddel, the mentally broken lass who fought through a screwed up Wonderland!
Madness Abe: Returning to co-host is the Gentleman, accompanied by new coming co-host in this booth, The Lady, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to see who would win a Death Battle!
Age: 19 as of the events of Alice Madness Returns
Occupation: Maid (formerly)
A New Guardian (Lucario TG TF)It was early in the morning and Corbin crawled out of his tent, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light of the early morning. Starly could be heard chirping in the trees and a Nincada was nibbling on tree routes nearby. The boy took a deep breath and smiled, enjoying the scene around him. After fixing a small breakfast he packed his tent into his bag and headed off in a direction, watching the different kinds of pokemon that called these woods their home. Several Starly perched on branches of treetops and chirped and sung to each other as Corbin came across a pair of Glameow. The feline looked over at him before cautiously investigating, sniffing his legs and purring softly. After a few minutes the two became used to him, letting Corbin pet them and scratch their bellies. The trio played in the woods for a long while when suddenly a twig snapped nearby which caused the Glameow to dart off, "Wait up!!!" he called and ran after them. As Corbin tried to follow the Glameow he ran
FIOLEE: Don't need saving Ch. 10
Don’t need saving: Ch. 10
‘Did he really save me?’ Fionna wondered. Could it have been him, the monster that was fighting for her? No, it couldn’t have been. Her mind was all jumbled up; almost as if her brain had been shaken up inside her skull.
Why was he being so nice to her anyway? He was a bad boy. Bad boys didn’t really save people, but enjoyed waiting them get hurt.
Oh but how could she forget about their talk? He hadn’t seen bad then. He just looked almost confused and hurt as if being nice only caused him heartache. Could that even be a reason to make a good person go bad?
After listening to him play for a couple of hours, she found herself relaxing with his melody. She had had the fear of having him do anything around her while she was completely defenseless. But now instead of worrying she was finally able to feel all her hurts and pain she had heard the doctor talk about.
Letting her eyes fall to
Bucky X Reader: Facing My Demons (part 4)The radio was turned down low, nothing more then background music. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, the aching in your back beginning to bother you.
There was a sign that said there was a 24 hour convenience store 1 mile ahead. Maybe you would stop there get some aspirin. And maybe some other things like milk, bread, eggs, all of the things that weren't at the beach house. But then there was Bucky. Did he trust you to go in a store by yourself without trying to contact someone? And if he did trust you, could you trust him not to drive off without you? You doubted he would do that since he needed you for information, but you still didn't feel he was trustworthy.
"Hey." You said in a low voice. "There's a small store coming up ahead. I'm going to stop and get a few things. Do you trust me to go in without you?" When he didn't respond you snapped your fingers near his face. Nothing.
Feeling slightly unnerved by his silence you started rambling. "Look, the only reason I
Verden-An Introduction to Drakes
Drakes are dragon-kin that have four legs but no wings. They are typically covered in much harder scales than any other dragon-kin, some with scales even harder than any True Dragon. They have the fire breath of True Dragons, though it isn't very impressive in most cases, with some Drakes only able to blow smoke. While a few True Dragons have no wings, the difference between the Drakes and those few species is very clear-Drakes are not capable of speech.
Drakes are actually fairly sociable creatures, living together in small groups of anywhere between 2 to 10 individuals. They also enjoy the company of people, and are easy enough to train to take a rider, or to simply be a friendly family pet.
There are seven subspecies of Drake, and each are described on their individual pages. What follows is a brief list:
The Rumble Drake has the hardest back scales of any drake, and is one of the three species with horns on its snout.
Leah Cim Basic Info
Name: Leah Cim
Weaponry: Tools hidden in fingers
o Left Pinky: oil
o Left Ring: short-range taser
o Left Middle: Phillips head screwdriver
o Left Index: welding torch
o Left Thumb: socket wrench
o Right Thumb: fingerprint hack
o Right Index: pistol
o Right Middle: flathead screwdriver
o Right Ring: general hack tool
o Right Pinky: lock pick
Fighting Style: Leah has no formal combat training, but his perception of situations and quick thinking allow him to improvise his way through most hand-to-hand scuffles. Of course, he prefers to ambush his opponents, giving him the necessary advantage.
Origin Story: see story "Heaven's Legacy"
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