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Drabble Commission 1The werewolf's heart raced, his torn up sneakers making soft noises against the ground as he made his way as fast as he could. There was no way he was going to escape the men after him on foot. They had some kind of idiotic mounts and- His footsteps faltered, the scent of sulfur wafting in the air. Yes, ok. He had an idea where he could go. He spat as he ran, leaving behind a blood splattered gob of grossness behind, no longer caring if he left a terrible trail behind him.
Pounding on the door of the closed shop, Rafe shifted from foot to foot before pounding again. It was highly unlikely those idiots had the same protection he had. Hell, the tailor mended his clothes for him almost once a week. Once more he pounded, mid pound the door swung open, a tired and disgruntled flame person glaring at him from the door way. They stood there, the older man scowling at the blonde. "Hofer-"
"Please, I didn't know where else to go." There was a whine in his tone that the other had never heard bef
Drabble Two - Lupe and AlcinaThe hand on her forehead was cool. It was a nice repreive from the heat she'd been experiencing. They'd also had covered her back up with a blanket. That was less welcome than the cooling touch, but the princess didn't kick or try to throw off the blanket. Blearily, she looked up at the werewolf who smiled softly at her, a guesture she returned weakly.
Her head pounded and her body ache and, while she knew no one enjoied being sick, it was the one thing she detested more than anything. She nuzzled closer to him and the bed shifted. Lupe had laid down too, pulling her close toward him. Mm, yes. That was nice. The prince was like a heater, but she could ignore that for now, nuzzling her face into his chest.
Going in and out of dozing, she could feel something being "walked" along her. And then it booped her in the face. Opening her eyes, she jerked back a bit from the plush face in front of her. Oh gosh, it was just grumpy goat.
"I heard you felt baaaad," the boy made the goat speak, put
Drabble One - Iosef and BaithazarThis man-
THIS man was his superior. This vain, preening, slut of a man was his superior. His captain even. Baithazar's teeth hurt, listening to the man go on and on about his own accolades and achievements and- "Excuse me," Baith all but growled. "But are you going to perhaps cover our duties?" This man wasn't much older than himself, but in his own opinion, Baithazar would have never guessed it. The man before him seemed too idiotic to amount to much. How did he ever come to be in charge of the protection of the royal family?
Iosef scoffed at him. "Duties?" he repeated, walking over to the faun with the scarred face, giving him a sharp jab in the chest with his finger. "Well now, aren't you eager. You're probably one of those for guts and glory types aren't you? Well, guarding our royals isn't all that exciting. You'll be lucky if you don't end up just being a babysitter for the brat."
The new addition to the royal guard looked shocked. Such disregard from a high ranking officer. "So
Fun with characters--A Writing MemeThis meme is recommended for those writers or visual artists who have numerous Ocs (Original Characters) and love to mess around with them.
1. They must be your own OCs—no stealing from books, TV, movies or video games
2. You must credit me or link to the original meme. Feel free to send me a link if you want to share!
3. Don't be afraid to use OCs from different genres (i.e., A medieval fantasy character could be paired up with a Sci Fi or Fiction character) This takes place in an unnamed void where no one will criticize you for genre-crossing
4. If you make any changes to the meme, such as add or take away questions or character traits, please LET ME KNOW
5. Stay true to your characters (& try to focus on them rather than the setting)
Chose your Participants (willing or unwilling):
1. The Thoughtful one:
2. The Grump:
3. The Ambitious one:
4. The Happy-go-lucky:
5. The Eccentric:
6. The Dignified one:
7. The Raunchy/Disgusting one:
8. The Liar:
Gehenna And TartarusLong had the Mother of Chimeras lived in peace upon the the mountain which now bears her species' name. She prayed upon the fauna and ate the flora as any other beast, content in living a simple life. Gehenna birthed and raised generations of her children upon that mountain. For the most part, her kind was peaceful, avoiding humans if possible, but defending themselves if need be. Of course, there was always one or two bad apples in the barrel. And all it ever takes to ruin any reputation is a single slight. Thus did the neighboring kingdom of Lycia come to fear the Daughter of Echidna. When the boy Bellerophon was sent by Proetus, King Iobates saw an opportunity to rid his people of the beast. Thus did he task the young man with slaying the Chimera, in part to punish him without angering the Erinyes of the Underworld (who punish those who murder their guests) and would benefit if he somehow managed to slay the creature.
For his pa
La CreppyShcool: Cap.8en el capitulo anterior:
Yeimi: que!!! -grite
Cap 8: nose el titulo plz
Yeimi: que!!! -grite- eres aprendis del demonio mas poderoso de todos los tiempos vendiste tu alma a el!!!!
Alex: es mentira Q-Q -dijo con cara de un poco de miedo- pense que no sabias de Creepys
Yeimi: lo siento y si se mucho de Creepys yo los amo... epera te gustan los Creepys
Alex: encerio -se le iluminaron los ojos- bueno quiero presentarte a mis amigas vamos (Yo: mis amigas de la vida real quisieron a parecer asi que las pondre tambien estara Ale) -yo acenti salimos del cuarto crusamos la calle y doblamos a la izquierda y caminamos hasta un lugar no me acuerdo como se llama donde solo estran hombres pera jugar videojuegos Alex entro primero y yo la seguia ella toco a una puerta y le habrieron entramos caminamos por una escaleras asta llegar al segundo piso llegamos a una especie de palco pero la perte izquierda y derecha estaba una murralla de 1 metro y de coolor blanco y ahy estaban 5 chicas la
1. de pelo neg
.: cold :.The thing that bothered me most about death was the cold. I was always cold.
Sometimes when he slept, I would reach for his outstretched arm, trace my fingers over the veins that ran blue up to his broad shoulders, and even when he shuddered from my icy caress I felt nothing, not an ounce of warmth.
When the sun blistered hot above us and the air rippled and bent above the ground and I could see the sheen of sweat glistening on his back, I felt nothing. I could hear his complaints, the strings of growls and bits of English, I could offer nothing in the way of true sympathy but to lay a frigid hand on his brow in the hope that he gained something I could not.
There was never a change in temperature, never a break in the monotony, no sensations to connect me to the world, anything and everything I felt was in what I assumed was my heart, but even that had stopped beating years before. Perhaps it was my soul, then. He was certainly a part of it.
Memories: FountionLooking into the fountain in my favorite garden. The crystalline roses fill the air with such an unearthly sweetness it brings forth happy feelings and thoughts as I rest there looking into the clear water of the fountain.
Breathing in deeply I will the serenity of this place into me. Today had been very difficult for me. Some of the things I had read had disturbed me. I was trying to figure out what to do with some of what had landed in my lap. Most of them were easy choices. Send people in to heal the people and the world. Some where not so easy.
Hearing boot falls coming toward me. I look up it is my necromancer. He is smiling. He can sense my mood. He sits next to me. Touches my cheek. “Peace love. I've called the others back for a bit. You need some attention that is not just mine.”
“I do not mind your attention.”
“I know but I think the others should be here for a bit.”
Pregunta a los Creepys : Tomo 4Vos de presentador de casos de Familia: bienvenids a Pregunta a los Creepys con sus anfitrionas la Escritora y Yulanis - aperecemos por una puerta y entramos a esena los Vocalois sentados al igual que los Creepys mientras el publico aplaudiendo
Escritora: como estan hermoso publico y watchers!!!!-saluda a todos
Yula: bueno el dia de hoy tenemos barias preguntas Yeah!!! :T Ok me callo Bueno comensemos con las primeras preguntas del Dia -saca su table y empiesa a rebisar los mensagges- :iconpokudrato: nos preguntas 4 cosas la primera 1 lo siento jeff y jack am pero mi corazon es de ticci toby -////- (p: yeii gracias por ponerme 0w0)
Jack: -en un rincon emo-
Jeff: -saca su dedo-
Ben:-le quita la tablet(??- 2- toby t te regalo una montaña de waffles y unas hachas nuevas u////u
Ticci Toby: gracias poku espero que seamos buenos amigos
Ben: 3 para la escritora, gomen por hacer tantas preguntas nunU em me encanta tu fic esta chido -w- sigue asi
Escritora: muchas gracias corazon te m
The Enchantress Dance [19/100]"That's so beautiful Talia!"
Beauty. There is no beauty in Talia's life. Nothing is ever beautiful about a country conquered by an empire where her people are nothing more than slaves.
"Thanks Leia but it's just a dance," Talia smiles.
Talia lies. It's no dance, it's a routine designed to kill; hidden under nuanced movements and provocative openings. She feels so inferior every time she dances, not because she's exposed to a crowd of thousands but because she feels like a trapped animal made to perform for entertainment.
"Oh if only I could dance like that, my parents would be so proud..." Leia wonders, her eyes glazing over.
Like many others, Talia was sold to this cruel circus by her parents; a much better alternative than to let the men of the empire take their children away. Talia toiled through every day of her life and on every birthday she had wished for someone to rescue her. Such childish hopes she had, and reality hit her hard the day her body started to con
How Garage meet YouTube pg3Garage's POV
I sat all day with this boy. I still couldn't bring myself to talk to him. He still doesn't even know my name! He was still nice enough to stay with me. I honestly hate being by myself, I enjoy company. Even if I try to avoid other's, but I have my reasons. "You know. I notice you scoot away ever now and then..." I am? Oops. "Sorry..." He looked over at his friends for a while. They were obviously talking. I wish I knew what they were saying. "Uhm...I'm gonna head back now. Maybe we can try again" "O-Okay..." He smiled, and went with the group, and that girl, who glared at me the instant she saw me. Now I'm gonna get it.
I avoided that girl smoothly and went to one of my skill building classes, or should I say torture class. I sat in the farthest seat away from anyone, I liked it like this. No one will pay attention to me, I will be fine. No. That didn't happen. I wish it did. Three boys came in, they seemed like popular kids. Great, more popular kids. I notice
You're Not Alone, Even in DeathI woke up to nothing at all. A literal black stained the landscape around me. Sure, there were mountains and trees and valleys, but there was nothing. No wind, no sound, no sun. Black was all I saw.
I started up and started gasping for breath, feeling my neck for something that didn't exist anymore. My invisible heartbeat shot up as I realized what I had happened. Everything had finally come full circle. I looked down at my hands and saw only the outline of them in the sharp contrast of the light; the same applied to the rest of my body. I, too, was nothing at all.
"Why hello there," rasped a voice. The sound was that of a snake mixed with human speech and put me on alert. I swiveled my head to see a cloaked figure standing by what looked like a fire. It was also black and white yet somehow seemed brighter than everything else. "Please come closer," said the figure again, "I won't harm you."
Very afraid of this man- I could assume it was a man based on voice- I hesitated to draw near.
(good title here)She could hardly see through the sheen of tears, making it difficult to navigate the woods as she ran. She'd made a mistake. A huge whopping mistake, clearly she hadn't been thinking- A surprise visit. And boy howdy was it a surprise. Lupe had looked shocked, almost scared, to see her, something she'd never thought would happen. She should have realized when he brushed her off she should go, but no, the small brunette was bull headed and whined and complained and he shoved her away from him when she reached out to touch him which was unexceptionable-
but oooh, why hadn't she left?
She'd never seen him change before. It was frightening and violent, her shoulder still stinging from a swipe as she darted out the way she'd come. Her little heart pounded all but out of her chest.
Hands that were scraped and raw from falling as she went came up, wiping away the tears but simultaneously smearing dirt on her tear streaked cheeks. Her hair was half loose and who knew what happened to her other
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