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page 3Fresh air rushed up to greet their faces as they stepped out of the hospital. Overjoyed at his renewed freedom Elrox started up his flames and yelled WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!
As soon as he did so Volaris grabbed his flaming wrist and twisted it. The flames died immediately.
Dont draw attention you moron! he whispered. Why, who cares, WER--!!! Elrox started to say but Volaris clamped his hand around his mouth and poked him in the gut. Dont you see that man over there? He tilted his head towards a man in the corner to there left. He was ordinary height with straggly hair and a white jacket with a jet black tee. As soon as he realized Elrox was looking at him he sank back into the shadows.
We gotta leave, now! Volaris whispered as he burst into a run dragging a moaning Elrox behind him. The shadowy man followed. Volaris picked up speed. He did too. Volaris spun around and yanked his spear from around his neck and
Chapter 1, Page 2 Aji woke with a start. He had been dreaming of a dark looking man riding some hideous beast. He had been riding in a desert going at least 80 or 90. The man had a nasty looking whip strapped on his belt along with an intricately crafted bow. He realized that the man had on a red shirt with black stripes on the sleeves, a blood hawk uniform. Another thing occurred to Aji as well, he had an enormous headache. He felt as if his skull was splitting in two. He took a glance at his surroundings trying to remember how he got there ..then it all came flowing back to him. The mob, the attack, the kill, it all came too fast for him. He flew bolt upright, pain searing every inch of his body, then back down again. He couldnt move . he was too weak. He had to do something, he must try. He slowly got up, with one hand clutching his head, and glanced around looking for Elrox. He was no where to be found. He took a step
Chapter 1, Page1 The day was pretty boring. No mobs, no violence, no arguing. Not the type of day suited for Elrox. He was stuck with night watch while Aji and V get to sleep all night. They were probably all cozy at the camp that Aji set up with a quick spell. For the next three hours he stared into darkness while thinking of trying a few flames. Then, as he was about to smack himself back to attention, he thought better of it and fell asleep in the unusually quiet woods.
Hes asleep! one of the local villagers whispered. They had been following them, waiting to catch them off guard. Now was there chance. They made their way to where Elrox had fallen asleep. Their leader was almost upon him. Then, one of the followers noticed the roses next to Elrox. He was allergic to roses.ACHOOOO he sneezed. This, of course, woke Elrox. Whaa? he yawned and focused his puzzled eyes at the mob in front of him. The leader no
The Clockwork Heart (Germany x Doll!Reader)
"What am I?"
Not who, but what.
"A doll. I made you."
You ingest this news with an impassive face, though since it is made of sheet metal, the blonde man supposes that it would be hard for you to properly emote. You lift a hand to inspect it. It is meticulously crafted, as would be inspected from one of the top engineers around. It would almost be able to pass for a real human hand, if not for the obvious artificial joints used to craft together your fingers and knuckles. Now another question comes.
"Why did you make me?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't answer because he just can't bring himself to tell you he did not mean to bring you to life.
"Who are you?" you now ask, taking in the features of your apparent creator.
There is a slight tint of pink to his pale cheeks, which offsets his somewhat somber expression. He glances at you with piercing blue eyes, this mechanical miracle, and he knows that he owes you as best an explanation as he can offer, under these strange circumstanc
Involuntary Game Testing: Janus into Samus TG
Involuntary Game Testing; Janus into Samus
A Smash Bros TG Story by JanusofthePaleFlames
It was a nice Friday afternoon in his somewhat-small existence as a semi-proud New Yorker. The breeze was strong, but it carried a southern warmth that pleased his cold-ridden hide, which had not two weeks ago braved below-freezing temperatures, followed by two major-degrees of common, yearly illnesses. Such was the price for conserving extra time for hobbies.
Janus was sitting at his desk, comprised of fake, smoked glass, silver metal frames and a shelf loaded with writing books, a dictionary, and a “borrowed”, wooden, dinning chair. Like always, he checked his email, website messages, and at least one of the several on-going web comics he liked to view. Since it was Friday, that meant it was also payday, so he spent an extra couple minutes viewing his bank and credit card accounts to make sure things were in order. As a part-time writer, and a full-time thinker, h
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
11th Doctor X Reader: Steampunk“So let me get this straight. There’s a planet called Janus, where the citizens are look like humans, they’re dressed steampunk style 24/7, and we’re headed there right now?”
“Yep!” the Doctor said. “And, we have just landed!”
“Great!” you said, running down one of the TARDIS’s hallways.
“Oi! (y/n)! Where are you going?”
“Getting dressed-won’t be long!”
“That’s what you always say,” the Doctor murmured in a whisper that was too quiet for you to hear.
You finally made it to the TARDIS’s wardrobe, and started searching for the perfect outfit. Your passion for steampunk began when your friends took you to a steampunk festival, and you saw the beautiful outfits they wore. You were a writer, and you wanted to be clothes designer, so it seemed like the perfect world to escape to. After that day, you started drawing your own steampunk dress. You had been saving up your
Way WAY Too Many Apple PiesThe spirit of autumn was in full effect as the Fall Festival lasted well into the evening hours. This was when things really started to pick up. Everywhere one looked, one could see the homemade lamps hanging from the clotheslines on high along all the beaten paths, illuminating the booths and pavilions in an ambiance of natural and artificial light. More guests arrived as the golden sunset took center stage. Every so often, a cool breeze would carry with it scents of lavender, pine, and cinnamon; a seasonal bouquet perpetuated by the merchandise of the many vendors and booth owners present on this festive evening.
“Ugh…” Diamond Tiara rubbed her groaning belly as she made her way through the park. “Explain to me again why exactly I let you drag me all the way out into the boonies for some hick festival?”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” Chirped Silver Spoon, placing her hands on Diamond’s shoulders as she walked closel
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Ghosts of the Past
Title: Ghosts of the Past
Game: Mass Effect Series
characters/pairing: Garrus x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all things associated with the Mass Effect series. You own you. I just own the plot.
Garrus groaned as he crouched behind the wall, clutching his wounded side, hoping to slow the bleeding as he caught his breath. It was hard to believe that it’s come down to this. Hurt. Cornered………….Alone. Garrus clenched his free hand into a fist at the memory of what happened……...the pain still fresh and raw at the thought. His entire team, gone in nearly one fell swoop, the few survivors dead minutes later. He felt sick to his stomach…..he failed everyone……...it was a joke to think he could be a l
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
Neither A Light, Nor A Heat - Part 1Cold wind whistled through the gorge that cut through the Ascarlin Mountains, sending a shiver through Lyne that rattled all the way down to the bone. Below, autumn colors were settling into the woods that surrounded the city of Negav. People were tending warm hearths, cooking dinner as the heat radiated out into the room and melted off the chill starting to settle in. Snow was rare in Felarya's only permanent human settlement, but that knowledge did little to make the winter rains less frigid.
Lyne pulled his cloak around him and hunched forward, trying to keep his hands from the iron barrel of his rifle, which refused to hold any heat. His shirt and pants were at least warm enough to keep the chill off of his wire-thin body, and the mop of loose, curly hair was thick enough to hold in what heat he managed to acquire.
"Liven up, son," said the driver next to him. He dug his elbow into Lyne's side, and about knocked the young man over. "You look like you're keeping a graveyard watch."
Page 1: Espheo ChroniclesEverybody is always deceived by the fact that they can suppress the inevitable. They always assume that once it disappears it is gone forever, that one victory wins the war. I cannot tell you how wrong that is. Darkness and evil are like a virus that attacks the human body. It will destroy it to the point of near death, and as the body thinks all hope is lost, a cure is created just in time. Then the body tricks itself into believing it will never come back. When actually, the cure only makes the virus fade into the background. There it will wait until the body forgets that it ever existed. Then the virus springs back up and the process starts all over again. This cycle of death and destruction will continue until a cure cannot be found in time, and the virus achieves its ultimate goal, death. Darkness has only one master and that is of who has been in the shoes of both sides and feels both sides pain and want. This being has the key to destroying one and forever saving the other. The
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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