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I'm not another fairltale EnglandxReader
I’m not another fairytale
England x Reader
You were always the kind of girl who kept her nose in her books. You never really liked to be social in fact the only time you were was when you met the author of one of them. And today was no different. Just hanging out in your snuggie on your couch reading another book called ‘Where have they gone now?’ when someone had knocked on your front door.
You waited a little to see if anyone else in your family would answer it but no one showed so you got up and walked towards the door. Then saw the most breath taking man ever, he looked as if he popped right out of the pages fro
The small town of Seacliff in the year 2400:
Day 9 after the catastrophe:
Rumor goes through the internet that aliens have arrived on earth. Supposedly it all started with a meteorite crashing into a beach on an island.
What's more, people whisper about a shadowy organization having taken camp on said island. An organization pretty similar to Area 51, conducting various top secret experiments, including human experiments.
Apparently, after securing the meteorite, they had locked the discoverer of it into a chamber, together with his discovery.
Bits of information had leaked out over the net: The stone in the chamber had bee
Hope Among the Rain (Meganium Vore)It was a dark and stormy day in the city. Everything was gray and gloomy, and everything was smothered beneath the heavy rain. The black clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, and they showed no signs of relenting. The sun was completely blotted out, so it almost appeared as if it were night. Not many folks were out in this weather, and the ones that were wore dark rain cloaks that concealed every part of them, making them appear as nothing more than passing ghosts among the downpour. The people’s attitudes were affected by the rain. When the sun was shining, everyone would be cheerful and happy, but during the harsh season
The Ring of the doorbell was answered by a young woman dressed only in worn black tee that fell past her thighs, her short brown hair and matching eyes smiled as she looked at the younger man at the door, a surprised look in the new arrival's face, Ryan. Ryan was a pretty average guy, black hair, brown eyes, normal everyday clothes.
"Why are you a girl?" Ryan commented as he stepped inside.
Nick shrugged, "I go back to work tomorrow, and they still expect me to be a girl."
Ryan gave a wry smile, "I think you like turning into a girl," he said dropping into an office chair opposite a computer desk.
Nick smiled cryptically, "
Dark Wings teaserScreams were coming from every direction, blood now discoloring the once emerald shaded grass. There was no hope left here anymore. The world of Aria, home of the Angels, was now a dying planet. Aria was teaching its residence the repercussion of soiling ones thoughts with false defamation. The verdicts seemed fair, for what they judged was deceitful from the very beginning.
But the blood, oh God, the blood, there was so much of it. Splattered all across the grounds, the shadowy aura of the one with dark wings suffocated the area, making the scene even more offensive.
In their quest to know more about Meronii’s mysterious gloves, Suichiro along with the Tashi and the slave maiden camped near the shore of a river. After a renovating dinner, the group sat back and rested around the fire.
“Tomorrow we will arrive at the mansion at noon.” Suichiro stated. “But we need to begin our journey early.”
Sitting over a rock, Tashi interrupted the fighter while drinking from a small dish. “Why is so important for you going with this lord?”
“Meronii was her slave. He must be responsible of leaving her like this.” Suichiro responded.
TGB: Sonic Youth
Paw pads weren't meant for stones, sticks, or bones... That was Otter's assertion of the day as he stretched his four legs and rose up at his usual early time. At least this day's events wouldn't require him to stick around the rocky Air camp. The ginger-and-white Guard wasn't scheduled today at his usual post along the western border of Air Tribe territory. Instead, one of the elder Tribal cats had requested that Otter provide supervision (and, if need be, protection) for two of his fellow ex-iles as they frolicked around the camp or explored the neutral lands. The two had appeared to be the youngest amongst the Air Tribers, from what Otter could recall of them, and the sienna-splashed shorthair had hoped to sleep in a bit later than usual in case the bundles of energy and youth were to tire him out as he accompanied them. Otter's whiskers twitched a bit as he shook off the grogginess
Knight of Fire Breath: the Dragons' BloodlineYou were staring at the moon, listening to the sound of the old clock near you. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. As the minutes were passing by, you thought you were gonna give up waiting, but the hope was still present in your heart.
Some time after midnight, you raised your head and opened the window to let the flying creature enter.
He quickly turned back into a troll, careful to not make any noises when he put his bare feet on the ground. You closed the window, and greeted him with a kiss.
Your secret matesprit was a dragon. He had the ability to switch between this form and a troll one. As all the dragons, howeve
The White Mage's Awakening - Aaron's StoryI walked through a swirling vortex of blue fog so thick that I couldn’t even see the ground I was walking on or my hands in front of my face. But onwards I stumbled, batting the vapour away, trying to find my way. But the mist was like an animal, surrounding me on all sides, trying to pen me in. I felt cold and alone, all the time knowing I simply had to get through.
Then I heard her crying out. An unseen voice; desperate and frightened, and very, very faint. It didn’t matter which way I ran, I simply couldn’t get closer to her.
“Aaron!” the voice called out to me. “Aaron, if you can hear me I
His kind eyes are the color of melted copper. His bare chest glistens with tiny diamonds of sweat which reflect the sun's unforgiving rays.
He wears a pair of casual sport shorts- they are bright red, and baggy- I can see his navy blue boxers poking out, brushing against his abdomen.
His hair is messy, his square jaw covered with a new generation of facial hair. His massive hands rest at his sides, his great fingers clutching his shorts.
"You need somethin?" He asks in a casual tone. He smiles kindly and crosses his thick arms across his naked chest, looking me up and down.
I bite my chapped lip and shake
My head, feeling the swea
MotherGood Morning Mama,
What a beautiful day it is today
My God, the sunshine has this way of lifting my skin into pure bliss.
Don't you love it?
The gentle breeze?
The grass beneath your feet?
The smell of trees and berries?
Do you remember when I was afraid of the grass? or the dirt? Hell, I was afraid of the sun.
I would squirm around trying to burrow my face deeper into your belly.
It always made me feel safe.
Do you remember?
Your belly was always so warm.
Sometime I miss it.
The world outside can be cold.
Did you ever feel cold?
You were always so warm.
I've made a buncha new friends, Mama.
You'd like them
Shinigami x reader - pocky game (Shuuhei)Notice how his camera keeps breaking? This is where you come in ~
"___________ stop squirming!" Rangiku dragged you to Shuuhei's Newspaper Department.
"I-I CAN'T!!!" you shouted
"Why?" Rangiku asked
"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C...." You started shaking with the pocky box in your hand.:iconamericafriesplz:
"What? You look like you saw a ghost..." Rangiku giggled.
And before you could answer, you passed out in Rangiku's arms with a red face. When Rangiku turned around, she understood what just happened to you... Shuuhei was behind both of you the whole time.
"Oh, you." Shuuhei narrowed his eyes at Rangiku.
"Look, I said I'm sorry!" Rangiku pouted.
"You broke a total of 38 of my cameras this week...how are you gonna pay up?" Shuuhei asked.
"Well, here!" Rangiku pushed your lifeless body towards Shuuhei as a cover to run away. Luckily, he managed to catch you before you fell to the ground.
"GET BACK HERE!" Shuuhei was about to run after her un
Wind whipped fiercely against the snow covered branches of trees, knocking piles of fluffy white to the ground. In the still moments, the ice seemed to shine under the full moon, a field of twinkling diamond surrounded by dark and eerie woods. A howl stretched up towards the sky, expanding and giving its message to the night. A figure bounded forward, feet thundering against the hard earth.
With heavy breaths and a lolling pink tongue, the wolf-man slowed. He had run for so long already and was now weary of the chase. Though his humanoid form was covered by fur and thus protected from the elements, he desired to be out of the biting col
Lair Intro - Captive
Blood sprayed into the hall from the initial strike. It trickled from the end of the blade and into the large metal cup held under it. Sonja's mouth hung open and her body shook as she watched. He'd missed her organs this time, but the pain was still immense. A scream passed her lips when she was bitten as well, the flesh tearing when He pulled to make it bleed more. He drank heavily, even as she already bled, and once the cup was full, He moved it away to prevent overflow. Sonja gasped and groaned as He wiggled the short sword, pulling it slowly out of her side.
The honey haired man chuckled, "You may go out and play tonight... if you
OS - Smile
The silence was deafening. With each passing second, another thread of her world unraveled, and no matter how she tried, Enniskillen Maguire was unable to sew it back together. Orwell Hurley walked a few paces ahead of her, his rough hands tucked in his pockets. It was a solution he had found to keep her from grabbing them and holding them, as she was fond of doing.
The night air was crisp around them, light cloud cover gaining a beautiful glow under the moonlight. The lovers were far from any city, in a place where the stars were plentiful and cast a color all their own They were in a place where the grass was tall and undamaged, and b
Writing Exercise 1It fell the way many things fell from that world- as a strike of lightning to the earth. A tree split down the middle, falling apart in a blaze of terrible beauty, framing the figure with orange light. It stood on unsure legs, knees buckling with a desire to give, body twitching from crackles of electricity winding around it.
Water flooded down from the black clouds in the sky, hissing in the flames and drenching the soldier clad in white. The simple tunic hugged her meager frame like a lover, rippling in liquid-like manners both thick and fluid. Her boot covered feet tottered forward in the mud, sticking and peeling, sinking and sliding
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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