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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..
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 75The flat was deadly quiet as Sherlock and John walked up the front steps, the case solved and the criminal caught with only minor scrapes and bruises. John was too exhausted to really notice the emptiness but Sherlock did and it put him on edge. He knew you weren’t home before they even stepped through the door and while John did a slightly frantic search for you, he stood in the doorway and silently panicked. Images of you being taken by Moriarty or something equally horrible flashed through his head as his eyes flicked over the living room and made a deduction that replaced his fears with something else entirely. John came back in with a look of pure panic on his face just as Sherlock gritted out, “Mycroft.”
It had just begun to rain when you and Mycroft started to make your way back to the flat from the small café down the street, your friend tucking you close to his side as he held his ever present umbrella over your heads. You held your hand out to the fee
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
Through the Distorted Glass: A SummaryAfter mourning the loss of their friend, Miguel, Lanetta forces the team to continue on. Tiana has a fit, upset that everyone is just getting up and abandoning the memories of their friend. Not fully understanding Tiana, since she doesn’t speak Pokémon, Lanetta lashes out at her, stating that death is a part of life, and if you let it hold you back, you’ll never get anywhere, always being stuck in the past. She tells Tia that Miguel wouldn’t want her to suffer over him, so she should move on. Tiana reluctantly agrees, and the team heads to Eterna Forest, where they meet Cheryl.
Cheryl is a travelling nurse, on her way to the league to deliver a top secret new medicine called “revive” that supposedly can bring back a freshly killed Pokémon, within limits. Lane finds the technology scary, being a believer that you should respect the dead as they are. The two women butt heads on various issues of Pokémon morality, especially when Lane use
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 74It was around two in the morning when Sherlock’s phone woke you and when he didn’t pick it up you fumbled for it, reaching up over your heads towards the noise until you found it on the arm of the couch.
“ ‘ello?” you answered groggily, pulling your free arm from the sling to rub at your eye. Lestrade's voice started to pour through the phone and you scrunched your eyes tightly closed as you slurred, “Hol’ on. Lemme get’im for you.”
You held the phone over your head, unintentionally smashing it into Sherlock’s face as you huffed in a steady slur, “Sherly… phone’s for you. S’bout the case.”
Startling out of his thoughts at the phone hitting him, he took it from you and you rolled to your good side as he lowly growled, “What?” into the receiver. You snuggled into him, letting the rumble of his voice as he talked with Lestrade lull you back to sleep, only to be woken a moment late
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 72It was a relatively quiet morning in 221B… unfortunately it only lasted about five minutes before all hell broke loose. It started with John coming down to begin his morning as he normally did, with eggs and the paper, only to find you pressed against Sherlock with his hand resting somewhere it shouldn’t. There were a lot of things John could handle, combat pressure, Sherlock’s boredom, malevolent criminals, but not this. He was even starting to get used to the occasional acts of affection between the two of you but this… this was just too much.
Before he could do anything you let out a soft whimper in your sleep and your face turned pained, causing John to temporarily abandon his anger for concern. The way you were sleeping was obviously putting a lot of pressure on one of your broken ribs, probably had been all night, and he watched you shift just enough so that the pain didn’t wake you.
Your brother sighed, rubbing his forehead- he was going to have t
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 73“The boyfriend is without a doubt guilty, that heartless prat,” you exclaimed, nearly throwing your newest crane towards the source of the noise. Mrs. Hudson chuckled looking up from her task of pulling rollers from your hair at the TV screen and wondered if maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to introduce you to The Jeremy Kyle Show.
She’d enjoyed her day with you, treating you like the daughter she’d never had since it was obvious to her that those boys upstairs had no idea how to take proper care of a woman. You’d come to her with your hair in a tangled mess wearing the same set of nightclothes you’d borrowed from John nearly three days before, so she’d set to work.
After some assurances and protests from you, Mrs. Hudson had allowed you to go over to your flat alone to change and gather some things and you came back dressed in a loose white cotton v-neck and a pair of blue and white striped pajama shorts with a cute flowery lace edg
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
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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