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Twitter Moments-1 Lord English Lord English @LordEnglish1 18h
WHEN I CATCH THOSE MORONIC TROLLS I'LL TEAR THEIR HEADS OFF AND USE THEIR HORNS AS BOTTLE OPENERS.
Madi Garcia Madi Garcia Emgoldey 18h
@LordEnglish1 Sir, I suggest using the leftover heads as bowls c: Once you take out all the brains and maybe if you want to blood and stuff!
Lord English Lord English @LordEnglish1 8h
Emgoldey I WAS PROBABLY JUST GONNA LET THAT CLOWN GUY HAVE THEM. HE COLLECTS SEVERED HEADS FOR SOME REASON.
Madi Garcia Madi Garcia Emgoldey 5h
@LordEnglish1 well.. The explanation for that one is a uh... Well its a long story... Eheh...
Lord English Lord English @LordEnglish1 3h
Emgoldey NEVERMIND. DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
Madi Garcia Madi Garcia Emgoldey 1h
@LordEnglish1 Mk. Th
We three: Chapter oneWe were on our way to the bench from our houses. I was riding on Once-ler's shoulders and studying the map we were given. "This thing reads like it's freaking from the 19-Somethings!" I exclaimed. "Complaining is going to do nothing about it hun'" Oncie replied before turning his head to kiss me. "I know, I know... but just so confusing. Like that not being enough, My eyes are starting to hurt!" I added grumpily. We kept on a while longer and heard a rustle in the bushes. "Oncie?" I hugged him tighter a bit scared. "Don't worry baby, it' probably just a squirrel." He added "NO! I'm a vicious wild cat! Fear me, Fear me I say!" The creature yelled at us. I somehow recognized the voice "Icey? I-Is that you?!" I asked loudly "Madi?!" She replied "Oh my god it is you! I-It's been so long! Hows life? Hows everything else?" I excitedly rambled out. "Uh, Mind introducing me?" Oncie interrupted "Oh uh, yeah okay. Icey, this is Once-ler, A.k.a My boyfriend. Oncie, this is Icestar, A.k.a my child
Whithering awayShattering the glass wih a fist so powerful.
Blood running from the fingertips down to the ground.
You think to yourself "What have I become?"
You are now crying, not just from your fists, but from your heart.
As you bawl, yoi manage to scream,
"Someone save me from the monster that has cast its shadow upon me!"
As you lay there your feeling whithers away...
Leaving you emotionless and cold.
You smile insanely and like a mouse, say your last words...
"Understanding me is hard, but being me... well its like torture"
That fine line...There is a fine line between life and death,
Most people take tha line for granted,
But I myself
I walk on it.
I shed the blood of whoever dares to try and sneak over,
Nobody can know what lies beyond the line, unless they truly must.
And that is only a certain few,
of whom which I decide, nobody will get by me,
Unless it is their time
Dreams of a darkened mind- PreviewThe girl lay there, Wounded and helpless, hoping someone will help her. The gaping hole in her stomach was beginning to grow into a deep pit of nothingness. She began to implode into herself and fall, just fall through a long, dark tunnel of blood and souls of ones she's lost. She tries to scream but all that emits from her mouth is blood. Suddenly her fal was ended by a huge railroad spike sslamming through her chest, piercing her heart and breaking through her bones. As she dies, she manages to whimper out, "Thanks for saving me" . Then she turns to dust, until tomorrow, when she will once again be killed by that same spike aleays repeating, never having the chance to live, Goodnight, Dont let the railroad spikes bite..
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving in
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
Star Crossed (Spain x Reader)
(Spain x Reader)
Sneak Peak to a (possible) Summer series; depends on if you all like it.
“Because,” he paused and I held my breath, awaiting the inevitable words of my utter and total demise. “I love you.” He’d broken my walls, and entered without so much as a smile and a simple, Hola.
“What’s it like being an outcast?” He questioned, all hidden remorse aside, a small smile on his lips, this was rich. I patted my hands against my thighs rhythmically only for the best of my intentions to fling out.
“It’s actually rather lonely in all honesty.” He nodded and pulled his fingers through his chocolate curls. “I’m happy though.” I sighed and gazed over to the slowly peaking stars just over the orange horizon. It was getting lat
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
Elements Combined- Bruce x ReaderTo the girl I told to run away
The ghost I saw a hundred times a day
You weren't like me, no you weren't afraid
Bruce’s heart broke at the tears in your eyes as you blinked it him in disbelief before turning on your heel to leave him alone.
Alone is what he had.
Alone protected him… protected you.
That was what was important, right?
He sank down in the chair at his station in the lab, holding his head in his hands as what he’d just done sank in. He’d told you, the woman he loved, to leave- to get out of his life. And the reason he gave? He didn’t love you. The hurt in your eyes had torn him apart inside but he needed you to run. He needed you to run from him to someone who could keep you safe.
Someone who wasn’t a monster.
He ruffled a hand through his chocolate curls knowing there would be more gray hairs after this and then leaned forward to throw himself into his work as a distraction.
It didn’t work.
The lab felt empty withou
Boy (2p! America x Reader)
(2p! America x Reader)
This was just a spark of the moment, why not? Wrote it in one sitting, sorry if it sucks. I felt my fingers begin to write on their own and before I knew it I had a whole plot and characters. Like a warm up I suppose? Music makes you do crazy things; since I listen to music whenever I write it can really change my mood so you may see it in this writing style. Think nothing of it.
Song(s)– Boy by Emma Louise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl6IaSvyIOk
“Can you at least pretend like you love me? I’ve tried and tried again to grab your attention!” I sighed and yelled through the phone yet again, my elegant (h/c) falling from its bun. This was the fifth fucking time thi
Chapter OneCrystal Hays quickly threw on her clothes, not giving much thought to her outfit. She ran a brush through her messy hair, wondering for a moment if she should just touch up the uneven bangs that she had cut by herself the night before. In the end, however, she decided to leave it. After surveying herself in the mirror, she gave herself a nod of approval before turning towards her bed.
A black backpack laid on top of her comforter along with an assortment of notebooks, pens, pencils, and various other school supplies. Normally she would have taken special care to arrange all of it neatly. Today, however, she was running late, and so it all got thrown into the backpack haphazardly. She was about to zip it up but hesitated, kneeling down and sticking her hand underneath her bed to pull out a book. It was leather bound, the spine cracked and worn with use. Crystal bit down on her bottom lip as she debated whether she should take it along or not.
Just then her bedr
There was always something new to be learnt here in this makeshift hovel that lay deep within this forsaken jungle. Many would say that life for Vagus the Totodile was not good enough for him, but it was his father who would say that it was Vagus who was not good enough for life. His father; the one he who ruled as king of Vagus’ small world had declared him useless and thus he conceded that he was indeed so.
Life had no room for weakness and weakness was all that Vagus had to offer. Vagus had seen firsthand what happened to those who were weak, the creatures of this jungle that were foolish enough to challenge his father. A Salamence, despite boasting the attributes of a freak of nature, lay torn to pieces in a nearby clearing. A pair of Rhydon, who attempted to intrude upon his father, lay with their rock like chests shattered and insides strewn on the ground. In the very hut which he sat, the skulls of an Aggron, a Haxorus, a Dragonite and several Tyranitar adorned the w
The Era Contest
The Era Contest
Before you even read, this is a READER inserted contest for Hetalia. Continue on if you are indeed interested.
Are you still here? Great! On to the information!
A good love story between two people in a specific time period, have it be a noble and a peasant or a king selecting his potential queen. How about a greaser and a prep? Dunno, it's for you to decide! Love comes in its many forms. Follow whats happening at the time and write around it. I wanna see love presented as it would have been during that time periods, authenticity REALLY matters in this. I will be looking at the language in use, the clothes worn, the way people act (ie if one was a slave or if one was an upperclassmen.) I want to feel as though I have entered a doorway into another time period, thrust upon the everyday lives of people. I will be doi
We Three: PrologueThere we were, Sitting on the park bench, my head on his lap his fingers running over my hair. Our best friend was there to, Drawing away in her sketchbook. Me, Once-Ler, and Morgan, a trio to remember. As Morgan was finishing up her drawing, a note fell onto her book. She looked at the note then at us. "Hey guys... Did you see where this came from?" she asked. "Uh... No, Did you see anything Oncie?" I replied. "Nope" He added. "OPEN IT!" We exclaimed. "Okay okay! Sheesh, calm down..." She opened the note and read aloud "You three have been selected, to go on a dangerous quest to find the glowing gold and the shimmering silver. If you choose to accept it, go home and find the maps we gave you. If you do not accept... A-Always watch your back..." We all stared at the note, frightened. "L-Lets accept it eh?" added Once-Ler nervously. "You read my mind!" Morgan and I replied. "We should get going. I bet they're watching." Morgan and Once-ler nodded in agreement and we set off. Me
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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