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Camella Meets Ashley.
A rough teaser for a series that I haven't quite decided on the name for
Gasping for breath, Camella braced herself for impact. It felt like a year, she'd been casting from the clouds, watching the earth approach. Any which way she spun heaved her into a violent, unending flip. She could do nothing more than contemplate what all she had endured. Nothing was real. Nothing ever had been. What could she depend on remaining the same,or similar to, what is now vastly approaching? All she knew was that everyone was dead. No one survived this new world. No one was real. Her entire life, a toy to be tinkered with and put through whoever saw fit in that instant. How could she live the rest of her life without Bartoth? He was the only thing that gave her peace. He was the only person who showed her light. She now coped with the fact that he was a deception. Most likely made to keep her from killing herself in her mental prison. Everything meant nothing. She was
Papa!2P!Italy x Child!Reader Chap 2
Luciano walked swiftly up to the door, checking to see if it was locked. He smiled as he saw that it was. He knew you were safe. He entered the basement through the hidden door and froze as soon as he heard you crying. “Z-Zio Flavio! I-I want my papa!” You cried over and over. Each time came the soft reply, “I know, bambina, I know…”
Luciano hurriedly walked in and felt his heart break at the sight of you balling your eyes out in Flavio’s arms, and Flavio trying to comfort you. He tapped his boot twice on the concrete floor, seeking your attention. You looked up and your face brightened drastically. Tears still streamed down your cheeks and Flavio set you down, smiling slightly.
You ran up to Luciano who knelt down to your level and held out his arms. You ran into his awaiting embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck as he bear hugged you, happy to see that you where here, you were safe. Luciano tilted your chin up so you could
The Dollhouse Chapter 7Ivan POV
I cranked up the heat in my truck to ward off the frosty air as I drove home from work. As usual, I drove straight home. I really didn't have many people in my life in the way of friends or family. Most people make friends at school and as they grew up...I didn't really have any of that. No social commitments to speak of other than work. My thoughts drifted to Genevieve. We had been talking for small periods of time every day. Most of the time she stayed in the doorway, but every once in a while she would climb down the ladder I made her and sit on the table top. The conversations we had were the most I had talked to any one person in a very long time. There was something about her that allowed me to finally open up to someone, although she still didn't know more than the most basic story of my past. Shaking my head, I thought about how the whole thing was so surreal. A tiny woman was appearing in my very own house. The hows and whys of what was happening was a very brief topi
The Dollhouse Chapter 8Ivan POV
Genevieve stood and shakily made her way to the center of the couch. Seeing her out and entirely in my environment was strange. If I thought she was small before, she seemed even smaller now. Her tiny frame was lost on my expansive couch. After she settled herself, she turned her head up to meet my gaze, a smile on her face. I was happy to see that she had achieved some level of comfort around me.
“Is this enough room for you?” She gestured to the cushion she had just left. At the moment I felt so awkwardly large around her. It was weird feeling like a...giant. I was literally a giant to her.
“Should be just fine,” I smiled. She was so cute. “Do you want any snacks or anything?”
“No, I ate just before I came. What are we going to watch?” She politely asked.
“Errr...I hadn't thought that far ahead. What do you want to see?”
“That depends....I wonder if the movies are even same here...wherever we are.” Gen p
FireClan Assignment - The Return HomeAfter months of shamefully living in MoonClan territory, Kindlestar had finally been able to lead her clan back to their original territory... but the price to pay was high, and much work needed to be done before their camp was once more the sanctuary in the middle of the gorge that they could call home. Apprentices heading out with their mentors for training and assessments, kits bewildered by the strange, harsh environment they were now living in, and elders once more complaining about the heat... although a hint of a smile could be seen in their eyes... it was obvious that the clan was trying to re-adapt as much as they could. There were some cats, however, that had been unable to do much since they had arrived. The ones who had been left behind, wounded by the snake's poison and at the brink of death. Wanting to see how these cats were fairing, Kindlestar had left Twopelt in charge of the patrols while she headed towards Emberstripe's den.
"How are they doin
No way out Creepypatsa X Reader Chapter 1After the frankly unnerving explanation from Vince about the precautions you needed to take when meeting the patients you’ll be working with, you were more than just nervous. You were tough, you knew that you could handle a lot, but this? Supposedly this particular area houses all of the ‘higher needs’ patients, meaning those who could be compared to Hannibal Lecter.
You really didn’t want to do this anymore, but the thought of losing your apartment, and not to mention disappointing Eliza made the decision for you, at least Vince will be coming with you for this particular visit, so you shouldn’t be in any danger…right?
You had honestly expected all of the patients to be in straight jackets, sitting in a padded room and banging their heads against a wall, but instead, you found that to not be true
You were led to the first cell, where you met a young girl with long brown hair and bright green eyes
General Skills GlossaryWhat is a General Skill:
A General Skill is exactly what it sounds like - it's less a technique and more a skill,
typically, most shinobi have access to any of the generic skills - as they're generic.
But your Stats will affect how useful they are in battle - or if they're useful at all, really.
List of Generic Skills (will update as I go):
- Field of Sensing (General Skill) - How far you detect a Presence.
- Masking Presence (General Skill) - Becoming less easy to detect.
- Walking on Walls Technique (E-rank, General Skill) - Walk up or across walls.
- Walking on Water Technique (D-rank, General Skill) - Walk on Water and moving surfaces.
- Body Flicker Technique (D-rank, General Skill) - Move at Increased Speed.
However, because some of these are complex, I've broken them down (in order) for your benefit.
Field of Sens
Mal's Return Part 1 It had been a year since Mike's personalities had disappeared from his mind. Though he was sad and shocked at first, he learned to overcome it and control his new, learned emotions. There were times however when he would wait for them to come back, like ripping his shirt in vain hoping to see Vito, or donning his fedora to be Manitoba. Mike had also started dating Zoey, and today was their one-year anniversary.
Mike and Zoey were sitting on a bench in the park, the night air still. "Zoey." Mike said, turning to her. "Did you ever think about my old personalities? I mean, it's lonely in my head without them." Zoey only giggled back. Mike nodded, aware. Yeah. It's silly to miss them, I mean, I still have their abilities. "Well, at least I have you, Zoey." he leaned over to her and kissed her. They smiled at each other silently for a second before standing up. As Mike stood, her put his hands to his temples. "Woo, feeling a bit woozy there." he laughed h
Human! Appledash: How Do I AppleRainbow Dash was running track.
Well, not really.
She was running dirt-pavement.
She, specifically, was on her way to see her friend Applejack in Sweet Apple Acres!
When she saw the tan-skinned, blonde-haired girl actually kick a tree with enough force so that at least twenty apples fell out, Rainbow Dash smiled.
"Hey! Applejack!" she ran over.
"Huh? Oh! Howdy Rainbow!" Applejack beamed, taking her hat off and wiping her forehead. "What brings ya' over here?"
"Just wanted to say hi, really. How goes it?"
"Everythin' is fine as always, how about yall?"
"Oh- fine! Nothing's really been happening though. It's kinda boring. I have nothing to do." Rainbow shrugged, making a bored face to compliment it.
"Well, we could always use th' extra help here! Maybe you could help me gather some apples!" Applejack suggested, fixing the hat back on her head.
"Sure, I guess. ... How do I do that? Should I kick it like you do...?"
Applejack snorted, smiling and patting Rainbow's back. "Pick your own way!
UntitledStarting a story..here's a rough copy of what I have so far... not muchbut..., yeah
"There isn't much left to do here, Caprice. Let it go. We must move on."
Her heart is sinking. Her breath, a whisper. How had she gotten here? Of course she knows. Nothing on Halla given earth could change her thoughts, her feelings, her memories. Given a way to cleanse her mind of unpleasant hindrances, she would undoubtedly cave. Most likely, the very idea of such is keeping her here, keeping her sane. Though words flow through her consciousness and sounds alarm her awareness, she knows not what is circling her, but what is sending her stability to a final tumble. How had she gotten here?
Caprice could not remember the last time she woke up happy. Maybe it had been when she was newly 6 years old, celebrating with her new found friend, Brindle. Better yet, when she held Draken in her hands for the first time, planing out her new duties as "big sissy". Better yet, when Clayton wa
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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