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untitledcan you help me out here?
im feeling kind of out of it.
if you have any suggestions as to what i could do
then go for it--
but keep in mind,
it cant include anything i dont like
like dresses white or light
and also omit
writing drawing and reading
'cause i hate them too.
The Otherworlde: Admin ApplicationName: Unknown-- Title: "Immortal of Magic"
Occupation: Governs the concept of magic, cyclical things such as time, and the concept of "light"
Age: Unknown. Presumed Eternal.
Territory of Origin: Territory of Magic?
Territory of Current Residence: Territory of Magic
Personality: Very caring for his Citizens, doesn't like to solve things with violence.
Likes: Making his Citizens happy, Sunny days, day time, fireplaces, and interesting brick architecture
Dislikes: Sadness in his Citizens, Cloudy days, night time, being stuck in his tower all day long, and abuse of power
DOB: Unknown. Assumed Year 0.
Physical Appearance: Very bright blonde hair (it's like a lightbulb o v o) that is rather scraggy, green eyes. About 5'6''. He dresses in very formal attire most of the time, but when he wears casual, IT'S ALL TURTLENECKS, AW YIS.
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WNB- 8-21-13, The Beep Beep Poem Kumura Kafuvael stood in the rain in silent thought. She was immortal. She hated being immortal. As the rain pattered onto her scalp and down her head, it burnt just a bit, but she ignored it and the sizzling it produced.
Drip drip, sizzle sizzle. The rain would end soon. In a sense, it was mortal, but it went through a cycle like most everything Damien controlled. With a sigh, Kumu pocketed her hands into her jacket, the thunder in the background giving her flashbacks to her childhood, when her family was still alive and they were working to prepare for storms on the caliber of natural disasters.
The eyeless girl drove her thoughts away from her childhood. She hated being immortal. It had been nearly 250 years since her dragon familiar had died, 600 years since her lover died, and 750 years since her first assistant had died. Only her familiar and assistant had been granted reincarnation by Aurore.
Hell’s Flames’ lover fa
FleeYou must flee the scene.
Staying here any longer
Would prove quite fatal...
The figure aimed its bow at me, drawing back an arrow and preparing to shoot.
“Get to the darkest point of your home! Now!” I heard Ringmaster bark.
“You can’t run you know!” The sinister woman cackled as she fired an arrow. I dodged it as best as I could, watching the arrow go through the door as if it was paper. “The next one won’t miss!”
I opened the back door and quickly fled in, locking it and running for my life to the garage. My pursuer was busy shooting out the lock. Dashing into the garage and closing the door, I heard the lock of the back door explode, followed by Elana’s delighted cackling. My heart was pounding, my lungs ablaze.
“Promise me you will stay calm, alright?” I heard Ringmaster speak as something wrapped around my leg. I gasped a bit as it enveloped my entire lower half. “Stay calm!”
It was easy for him to sa
Please Just Be My Baby Wyrm Again... She was finally leaving me... She was the last to do so, but... she was finally leaving me.
I remember, almost 800 years ago I had found her egg. She was a special one, of course, with a rare blue speckled egg, which meant she would only like sapphires. She proved us wrong of course, by eating some of the food Rutherford had offered her. That had changed for her when he finally left us.
“Suzaku...” I quietly whispered, petting the dying wyrm’s maw gently. She weakly purred in response.
“Mo...ther...” She barely spoke.
“Save your strength, Suzaku...” My voice was shaky, tremoring with each sob I forced back. Rutherford had been the first to go, and it had hit her hard. When Ringmaster had left too... it left both of us hurt. It was her turn to go meet them, and who was I to deny it to her?
The 793 year old dragon moved her wing slowly over me, letting out a small cough
MemoryYou’ve not found everything--
A Memory is useless
Without any context...
“How...?” I was confused. “How could a song tie into my memory?” I found myself whispering aloud, listening to the tune Ringmaster told me to stop on.
“This song accounts a story that relates to me.” He simply said.
‘Should I tell Damien of this discovery?’
“No need. I heard.” Damien’s voice now resounded in my head.
‘Ah... so, have you had any advancements on your side?’ I maintained as little conversation as I could at the moment as I wrote my answers on my homework.
“”No... I don’t know enough about this machine.”
‘Oh... sorry.... It should have occurred to me that you’ve only got a week’s worth of knowledge on my computer...’ My pencil gradually slowed down. ‘Sorry...’
“It’s alright.” Damien softly spoke.
In my closet, uncaring as to whether or not
PerishSeems you’ve woken up...
Too bad there’s nothing to find...
Go back to Perish.
“Woken... up?” I quietly breathed, gaze locked on Damien. I was still as confused as I had been the first time I had seen him.
“Hm... it seems as if waking up hasn’t brought any of your memories back...” From his tone, I could tell he was frowning. “Perhaps they are there as well...”
“What you woke up from.”
“Can I do without them?” To be honest, I didn’t want to go back to-- I would call it Perish for now-- I didn’t want to go back to Perish. I wanted to explore Wake.
“I would think it would be difficult for you to do your assigned tasks, but perhaps it could be done...” Damien sounded unsure. “Then again, you probably don’t even know what you’d be doing, and I don’t know if the Lord would be willing to tell you again.”
WakeAsleep but still awake
You are Lucidly Dreaming.
“Wake up...” A voice called to me in the black void. “Wake up.”
I could feel my eyes were closed... or at least covered... and I was laying down.
“Wake up!” The familiar voice of my mother called, as she shook my shoulder. Another dreamless night. I swatted her hand away with a grumble, sitting up. She left without another word, flipping the blinding, fiery light bulb on with a flick of her finger.
Sighing, standing, and rubbing my eyes lightly, I brought myself to the closet to change. A rush of black met me, sooty and drab, like coals. I promptly picked out the first two articles of clothing that met me, arranging myself for the day. Nothing fancy.
“Hey, did you know...” My brother began his usual rambling as I nonchalantly stuffed microwave breakfast down my throat. He was visiting, I had forgotten. At least it was only a week I had to deal with the 18-year-ol
Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marko, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
Taco Trama (TonyXreader oneshot)"What's the answer to number eight?" Your friend asked while handing you her homework.
Star Trek Prank Week II (Reader x Chekov X Sulu)
You hummed to yourself happily as you almost skipped onto the Bridge.
Jim turned when he heard humming then paled when he saw you. "Mr. Spock, take the conn."
"Um, Keptin...Mr. Spock just left ze Bridge." Chekov told him.
"Damn you, Spock." Jim seethed. "Then, Mr. Chekov. You have the conn." he told him before he ran to the turbo lift.
You smirked to yourself, proud that the Captain was afraid of you. But he wasn't the target for Prank Week. Oh, no the target was Chekov. "Hey, Pavel." you said sweetly as you slipped into the helm section. "Did you hear about Sulu?"
"No. Vhat is vrong vith him?" Chekov asked with a confused expression on his face.
"He's really sick. So, sick he can't get out of bed. I asked him what would make him feel better and he said that he wanted his fencing equipment brought to the Med Bay so Bones could give it to him once he's out of isolation." you lied smoothly.
"Sulu eez in isolation?!" Chekov asked, shocked.
You nodded. "I'd bring the equipment but Bones ba
Romance In The Air- Part Eleven“There’s just one thing I don’t understand, though.” Perry said. “You… how did you manage to pull all this off… consciously? No offense.”
“My brother doesn’t know as much about me as he’d like to think he does.” Lodi said. “He thinks I never pay attention to lower other people’s expectations of me so I can get out of everything. Which is true. But what he doesn’t get is I don’t do it subconsciously. I’m just as aware as anyone else. It’s all an act.”
“Oh.” Perry said. “So…”
“My dad was demented.” Lodi said. “And we had to put up with him because we didn’t have anywhere else to go. I figured out that so long as I acted like I wasn’t paying attention to anything, my dad would leave me alone. And it worked. But after he died, I realized I couldn’t drop the act. It’d freak my brother out. So I kept it up
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
Lia: The Unluckiest Adventurer (Prologue)Sunrise over Prana Village. Lia slowly opened her eyes after being rudely awakened by the local rooster. What a stereotypical thing for a village to have, she thought. Rolling her eyes, she sat upward in her bed. She rubbed her eyes as she looked out of her window at the morning sun.
Though she was tired and restless from the night before, she managed to climb out of bed and briskly walk over to the mirror. Lia was an attractive girl of 20, though you wouldn't know it looking at her at this moment. Her baggy eyes and involuntary pout aged her by around ten years; her tattered hair resembled a clump of red cabbage.
After a quick bath Lia changed into her morning clothes and stepped into her slippers. Glancing in the mirror one more time, she was happy to see her eyes were no longer shot. Her short, shoulder-length hair looked better than ever. She smirked to herself. This was a big day for Lia, and as such, she couldn't waste any more time boosting her ego in the mirror; an ego that was
Romance In The Air- Part TwelveCandace was sitting on her bed, making a Jeremy collage.
Phineas wandered into her room. “Candace, have you seen Ferb?”
Candace looked up. “No. Isn’t he always glued to your hip?”
“We only did that once in preschool.” Phineas said. “The glue doesn’t stick for very long.”
Candace sighed. “Never mind. I haven’t seen him.”
“He didn’t tell me where he was going.” Phineas said. “He usually does.”
“Oh no.” Candace said sarcastically. “How will you manage?”
“And I can’t find Perry, either.” Phineas said. “Maybe he went to work.”
“I swear, I have the weirdest family.” Candace said. “Two brothers who are practically clones of each other, an annoying pet who works as a secret agent…”
“It’s the best family.” Phineas said. “By the way, thanks for the chocolates, Candace.”
I'm a Big Girl NowRalph and Dixie were standing outside the Crescent Shades Night Club for the fourth night in a row that week. Dixie loved hanging out with her big brother, but always wanted to see what it was like inside the club. She saw several people enter the building with Ralph’s permission and it sounded like everyone was having a fun time.
“Hey, Ralph, when can I come in the club?” Dixie asked sweetly.
“Not until you’re old enough, Dixie,” Ralph said in his kindest tone. “There are a lot of things in there that girls your age shouldn’t see.”
After hearing this, Dixie pouted and said, “Why do the big kids have all the fun?”
“What are you talking about? We’re having fun right now, aren’t we?”
“That’s not what I mean! Why can’t I join the party?”
“The party’s just a little too adult, Dixie. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
As they kept talking, a mys
Lia: TUA (Ch. 1, A Flash in the Pan)Before heading downstairs, Lia decided it would probably be a good idea to pop herself back into shape, lest her mother mistaken her for a possessed bath towel. She placed her flat thumb into her mouth and blew hard. In an instant, she popped back into three-dimensionality. Taking a few seconds to gather her bearings, she ran downstairs to say her goodbyes to her mother.
"Morning, mother!" Lia exclaimed, almost obnoxiously.
Rietta let out a shrill scream; Lia must have scared her half to death. Before Rietta knew what she was doing, she began to bash Lia repeatedly over the head with her frying pan.
"No one breaks into Rietta's house and gets away with it!" she shouted, unbeknownst to the fact she was pummeling her own daughter into a squishy pancake.
"M-mother, s-stop! It's me! Lia! Guh..." Lia tried getting across to her mother as best she could, but Rietta's smashing only increased in speed and ferocity. Rietta raised the frying pan for one last smash and...
Rietta lifted up
WNB- 9-6-13, A Hungry Gaming StoryFINALLY! SKYWARDS SWORD, I HAVE BESTED YOU! I’d ignore the fact I hadn’t beaten the final boss yet due to the fact I was waiting on a friend who was more indecisive about playing the game than I was.
My stomach rumbled as I approached Skyloft to get some potions and upgrade them. Gamer’s hunger, striking again, It was 3:00 AM. Could I risk sneaking down the stairs yet?
I felt my mouth water as I remembered the frozen packer of delight called a Hot Pocket that would be waiting for me in the freezer. I could taste the rich tomato sauce used in them, the scalding-yet-surprisingly-a-guilty-pleasure of the cheese, and the spice that brought the bread together with the pepperonis in holy matrimony CALLING MY NAME!
Three minutes. That was all I would need. Three silent but quick minutes. I could easily sneak down the stairs unheard, but camping down there for a whole three to four minutes? That was a whole different story.
My stomach rumbled again as I finally caved in, paus
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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