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OH GOD WHY ME?! x . x.........
Hell if I know what happened!
All I know is!
One, This is true and not fake, I don't lie about this shit
Two, Here's what happened
God damn ghosts! D
Versailles The Next Morning (Part Seven)
Versailles The Next Morning (Part Seven)
Juka woke up and yawned stretching some, then rubbed his hands. “Ow.. I need to punch softer.. Damn..” He said with a slight frown as he got up and walked out of his room, He heard people down stairs as his curiosity got to him he went down stairs and met up with Yuki and Masashi. “Hey guys.” He said lightly to get they’re attention. “Oh hey Juka, How’re you?” Yuki asked. “Oh I’m okay, My hand hurts like hell.” He explained. “Oh I hear ya, I had this awful gash on my shoulder that Jasmine healed.” Yuki said to him, Jasmine smiled sweetly as she heard her name while she was helping Mana and Kami with food for lunch. “As do I, I had a horrible gash on my arm that Kamijo healed for me, Seems we all got beat up.” Masashi said with a slight laugh under his dark voice, Juka and Yuki nodded when Juka looked around seeing no trace of his favorite
Versailles The Next Morning (Part Six)
Versailles The Next Morning (Part Six)
~Poor Masashi ~
Masashi got up yawning looking at his arm as it felt sore, He looked at it more and noticed a gash. “Damn, Must of happened last night..” He thought to himself as he got up, He held his arm and walked out of his room and down the hall. “Masashi?” Kamijo asked leaving his room. “Oh, Morning.” He said lightly hiding his arm behind his side. “Masashiiii, Show me your arm.” Kamijo ordered. “It’s just a scratch..” He whined, Kamijo took his arm swiftly and yet somehow still gently as he looked at it seeing the gash. “Oh my, Mind if I heal it for you?” He asked kindly. “Won’t it heal on it’s own?” Masashi asked. “Well.. It would if we properly fed on mortals… But since we haven’t, It won’t.” He explained to him. Masashi sighed. “Fine fine. Just… Be gentle please, It’s horribly painful.
Versailles The Next Morning (Part Five)
Versailles The Next Morning (Part Five)
Kaya woke up rubbing his head lightly as he sat up on the bed looking over at Luna as she was still asleep, He looked around the room a bit tired and out of it as this was an effect of not getting enough rest. He yawned again loudly. “Kaya shuussshhh.” Luna said to him moody as she rolled over hearing him. “Nooo ~ Get up. I’m bored and this is a new place, We could explore you know.” Kaya said to her knowing how to win her over. “But but this bed is so soft and I’m so comfy.” Luna whined hugging her pillow not wanting to get up yet, Kaya huffed and got off his bed walking to hers and pulled her out of the bed. “Let go!” Luna whined. “No. Lets go explore.” Kaya demanded. “Fiiinnneeeee.” Luna said letting him win their little fight. Kaya smiled and started to float some while Luna got up sluggishly and followed him as he flew to the window opening it. “Man the
April Fools Day Special (Versailles)
April Fools Day Special (Juka’s victory, Kamijo’s Revenge)
Kamijo was in his room in the castle as he was still sleeping in his little coffin, Juka was outside with Kaya talking to him about pranks to pull on everyone in the castle. “Well we have to get Mister Rose Prince.” Juka said giggling some, Kaya nodded. “We need to get the others too, This has to be the best one yet!” Kaya cheered. “It does!” Juka cheered in agreement. “Should we use fireworks or pretend one of us fell in a well?” Kaya asked laughing. “Nah, We need something better, Something that beats all our past ones!” He explained. Kaya nodded thinking of ideas when one hit Juka. “Say, What if we lock Kamijo in his room? That’d be kind of funny, Or make him think he’s locked out of the castle! Oh my Rose! What if we got everyone in on it and we pretend to lock him out? He’d get mad so fast!!!” Juka said laughing hard, Kaya
The Blossom Family Epilogue
The Blossom Family
~The Family ~
There was a beautiful land full of roses, This land was called Stardust, It was large, So large it had different languages for different parts, Some parts were German, While others were French while the last parts of it were Japanese, The people here could talk all three as the three races of people lived in perfect harmony. Often times families would form from two or all three of the races, And this is where our story begins. The Blossom Family was one full of much love, There was a Mother, Shoki, A Father, Dero, Three Daughters, Anne, Amy and Sharon and five Sons, Bill, Asagi, Matt, Chester and Adam, The youngest two, Anne and Matt where part animal as Anne was a Neko, Matt was an Inu while the rest of The Blossom Family was made up of angels and vampires, or hybrids of the two.
~Anne’s First Day Of Singing Class~
“Anne it’s fun as hell!” Amy cheered to her younger Sister, “But I’m nervous!!” Anne c
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.9"What are you doing?" You glared at Jeff, pulling away from him roughly.
"I was about to do some killing!"
"I can't let you do this. I was the one who dragged you into this."
He said, looking at the ground angrily.
"Well, you're not the boss now are you? I have orders, and I intend on following them."
"But you know this isn't what you want." Jeff growled. "Once you kill, there's no going back. Your mind becomes tainted, and you're seen as a monster to the world.
"You don't know what I want. My entire life changed when I ran into you. I've accepted my fate. Why can't you?" You chided.
Jeff couldn't understand. Of course you knew the sacrifice you were about to make, but there were only two options:
Kill or be killed.
You shrugged and turned to leave, but Jeff wasn't finished. He grabbed your arm and stopped you.
"You shouldn't do this. Try to think clearly!" Jeff had a strange tone in his voice, like concern. It was not like him at all.
"Since when did you start caring about me? L
Words Of GuiltSlowly Donnie snuck through the lair, doing his best to be as silent as he possibly could so no one would know he was sneaking out. while he was sure everyone was asleep he still had to be cautious with how he moved so as not to make a sound, a result of living with a family of ninjas. Once he was sure no one was watching him Donnie turned and scurried out of the lair, moving down the tunnel that led to the nearby subway tunnel. His foot had just moved to step into the subway when he felt someone grab his shoulder, pull him back and shove him against the wall.
He lashed out, trying to strike the person who had grabbed him only to feel the person grab his wrist and twist before pinning his arm against his chest.
"Where are you going Donnie?"
Raph's voice was low and vaguely threatening. Donnie did his best to seem unafraid.
"n...none of your business!"
he lashed out with his other hand, connecting with the side of Raph's face making the red banded turtle stumbled backwards a bit. Donnie
The Fox and the Bat: Role-Play
The once black night sky was slowly disappearing to reveal a red, orange and then yellow set of hues over the horizon in the distance. For many creatures, they were already near their home, so all they had to do was scurry, slither or walk into their place. However, for a certain fruitbat, it would take a while to fly back. Jess, the bat, cursed inwardly for having flown out this far in the first place, but she had been craving to get an orange from the grove. Well, she knew she had to pay the price by being late to get back home, but it was worth trying out that sweet yet rare fruit for her. She at least had put one orange about the size of her body in her feet claws, but she wondered if she'd be able to carry it the whole way.
Another problem, although, were her wings. Jess had been using them the whole night it seemed. With a groan, she glanced down into the trees below. Maybe stopping a moment wouldn't be too bad. She carefully flew down in ther
Confessing your love
He tried to focus, tried to clear his mind of all distractions like splinter had taught him too. He tried to take deep breaths, tried to relax. But nothing helped. Sighing Leo opened his eyes, his shoulders slumping as he ran his hand over his face. it wasn’t often he got scared, really scared. yet today, when they had faced shredder for the first time…..that had scared him. He’d panicked, lost his focus and……his heart clenched as he remembered the look of terror on his secret mate’s face as the large marquee letter had fallen down on top of him. His heart thundered in his chest as he remembered the panic and dread that had gripped his mind and body making his scream and claw at the large metal letter trying to pull it off Mikey. He’d felt relief flood his body when Mikey had emerged from under the letter, his body covered in dust and dirt but seeming to be ok.
Sighing again Leo did his best to calm his thundering heart. Mikey was ok, yes
Brawnafied World Volume 1 - Preview!Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One - PREVIEW
(This is a preview of my upcoming story, Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One. As implied by the title, there will be more tales within the full story.
This story will be available to those who support me on Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto on September 30th! If you want to receive a full copy of the story, make sure you're pledged before then!)
[Some backstory for this preview – Immediately following the Infomercial, the government issued a widespread confiscation on all Brawnafiers, essentially declaring martial law in the process. All Brawnafiers appeared to have been taken off of the market. After a few months of the product disappearing, the Power Company, under heavy scrutiny of the government began creating a series of NuBrawnafiers, which had severely limited capabilities in comparison to the original model.
Penny, a scrawny, weak teenage gir
Helsa - Distractions
It was nighttime in the kingdom of Arendelle, and Snow Queen Elsa was once again up late. Her sister, Anna, was away with Kristoff on an ice harvesting trip. The young queen often envied her sister's freedom, but her rising workload kept her focused on the task at hand. After signing her fifth treaty, the queen's blue-eyed gaze wandered off again. Her eyes darted for the door as the nob began to turn. Her heart raced at the thought of who it was. Sure enough, it was Hans, prince of the Southern Isles. He had been visiting on a diplomatic mission.
He smirked while leaning into the room."A little late for work, isn't it?"
Elsa huffed while shaking her head. "It's not that late."
"It's one.", chuckled Hans. "Don't you ever take a break?"
The icy blonde pointed at herself and stared him down. "Queen. Remember?"
She returned to her paperwork as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Right riiiiight.", he joked. The prince sat on the couch adjacent from her desk and tugged at his glove
Vengeance: Chapter 1"Don't need a damn babysitter," Desmond muttered under his breath, wearing the distracted scowl of a person still steamed from an argument. Having already stumbled more than once in his agitated haste along the dark passageway, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. It was such a hassle--having to walk everywhere. God, he missed flying.
But the loss of flight was nothing compared to what his community had lost as a whole.
He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about it--about any of it. His eyes snapped open promptly when he stumbled again.
His lantern was fashioned from a "small" bullet-shaped lightbulb--about as long as his arm and few times as wide. A bare copper wire nearly as thick as one of his fingers wrapped around the metal end and looped up to serve as a handle. He came to a stop when he found the loose spot in floor molding that led into the motel room he was looking for.
Desmond didn't venture out right away. He leaned close to the loose
WORDS from theives
Silently they moved through the sewer running through tunnel after tunnel until they found the one Donnie was looking for.
“Is this it?”
Donnie nodded and looked up the ladder that was built into the wall leading up to the surface.
“Yeah……This is it.”
Starting to climb up the ladder Donnie paused as they reached the top and his hands pressed against the cold material of the manhole cover. Taking a deep breath Donnie pushed, grunting and heaving with the effort to lift the 45 pound manhole cover. Shoving the cover to the side Donnie clambered out of the tunnel and stepped aside for Raph to follow, watching as his brother swung himself up and out of the tunnel.
Looking around they found themselves standing in an alley way. On either side of them crumbling buildings and rusted fire escapes met their vision. Further down the alley they could hear the sounds of the city, cars honking, people talking, going about their own lives, blissfully unaware of the
Versailles The Next Morning (Part One)
The Next Morning (Part One)
~The Morning After The Bloodshed. ~
Kamijo woke up in the room of the castle as he rubbed his head trying to recall everything that happened, He sighed some as he picked up Cookie to cuddle him to try to feel a little better as the events of the last night really bothered him, He was still a young man. He just barley turned 20 a few months ago. He sighed as he hugged his bunny more. He sighed some and finally got up after making sure the little bunny was okay too, Both of them were still very shaken with the events of the last night, He looked at the himself and dusted himself off a bit along with fixing his hair a little. He stretched some still bothered about last night as he walked out of his room curious to see how everyone else was doing. “Morning Sir Kamijo!” Kozi cheered to him. He smiled a bit. “Good morning Kozi.” He said kindly, Kozi smiled to him. “Mana is making breakfast just down stairs so come with me would you?
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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