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The Other SideMy palms were sweaty; my nose was still red from my cry this morning. I hadn’t brushed my hair, and I don’t think swishing mouthwash as I left the house really counts as tending to morning breath. I’d just received the call and I left. Now, I was sitting in the white, nearly empty waiting room of Saint Mary’s Hospital. The air smelled like bleach so heavily I could feel it coating my lungs, My bottom lip was bleeding but I wasn’t going to stop chewing it.
I just keep telling myself that I didn’t know him.
I wasn’t lying to myself, but how could I ever believe that? No, I didn’t know his name until this morning, and no, I’d never met him before, but I had, and I did. It’s so strange, but I love it. I love that they called me, but as I let it sink in what they’d told me on the phone, I was just saddened, and so much lower than I wanted to be when this moment happened for the first time. I wanted my hair to be curled, since
The Streets of Piltover: TeaserWhen we met, it didn’t occur to me, that befriending a criminal and bringing her into my line of work would be an issue. It never really mattered to me that her past was sickeningly gruesome. All that mattered to me was that I needed her by my side, because I knew it was love at first sight with that girl. We were the best of pairs. She was the dynamic deputy to my sheriff. And it still doesn’t matter to me, about any of the stuff she won’t tell me. Because even now, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
Vi was a beautiful, intelligent girl, with a dark, ugly past. I never really knew how dangerous the rose-haired girl was. Maybe I still don’t. Maybe, I don’t even know Vi at all. But that didn’t even matter to me. Even now. It still doesn’t matter one bit to me
I’m Sheriff Caitlyn of Piltover, and in the next room over, I am listening to my partner-in-everything beat her ex-gang members to an inexistence. And I love her.
Angel PreviewMy name is Colben. I am not, nor have I ever been human. I am a guardian, a protector. I am Jennifer's guardian. I have had other assignments, but they were easy, a few died of old age, happy with life, one was brutally murdered, another was taken by cancer. Easy assignments, I just sign off on them and move on.
I have never had a Jennifer before.
TomorrowIs it so hard?
to look at me?
When did it become easy?
Do you even miss me?
You've been gone for days.
I sure hope that you're okay.
My heart is starting to fade.
Leave it to me, my friend.
I'll stay by you until the end.
My promises will represent.
You'll be on your way.
And I'll have nothing to say
Wishing it didnt end this way.
Who am I to tell you that I dont lie.
You never even took my side.
Even when you swore by...
Next month will you have some other broad
hanging on you arm?
Will she look like me?
Or next year, will you have kids and married?
Just like in your fantasies?
will you still remember me?
Was this year a waste of time?
My heart beating can only find
that you've left me behind
And I'm fine....
When you do it,
numb me first.
I dont wanna feel the hurt
till tomorrow morning when I bleed out.
Will you come home that night, forget the wrong.
It's only right!
Because if you do, you'll find me laying..
Maybe this is for the best.
Maybe it's time
For MichaelKeep me close
Don’t let me go too far away
I will try to stray
Promise me you’ll keep me around
I’ll hit the ground.
Make me stand up
Make me focus.
Bring me up from the pouring rain of misery.
Make me happy.
Rip my heart out.
Break my world.
Turn my skies black,
And my nights storms.
Make me turn from everything
You know you can
Why don’t you just hurt me?
Like I’ve hurt you?
What if you needed me?
What If I need you?
How come I see the world as a bittersweet escape?
Where am I?
How did I get so lost?
Where are you?
Call out my name in the night
Let me know you still love me
Break me apart
Capture me in the act
Steal my heart
Pretend I don’t hurt you
Pretend you’re strong.
I know you…
Make me love again
Give me the light you have
Make me holy
Give me a reason.
Where are you now?
What are you thinking?
Why have you left?
Do you know?
Don’t you know how I feel?
Can’t you feel it too?
Nicholie: a World of Warcraft Tribute: Prolougue
The crimson sky rose into Nicholie’s view as she opened her eyes for the first time in her memory. Under her knee was the cold stone floor and before her stood a human three times larger than her kneeling body, four times as thick. King, her mind whispered Lich King. He was facing away from her and his cloak nearly whipped Nicholie’s nose. Her body was covered in cloth and plate armor, her shoulders heavy from the pads, her head, covered by a dark cloth hood. Her fingertips brushed the ground, her gloves covering up to her knuckles. The wind blew her auburn hair into her face, but she couldn’t feel it. She watched her king breathe for what seemed like hours. She knew that he was aware of her, And She knew to stay still. When the Lich King turned finally, his plate gear grinding, Nicholie didn’t meet his eyes, instead she looked at his feet, breathing slowly, contently.
Arthas examined his new initiate. He hated her tan skin and healthy shiny hair, but the
My AnniversaryYou know, in the beginning, we kinda just looked at each other, both lonely and needing someone and we kinda just agreed to say "Hey, lets do this," and so we go on, doing this thing we'd decided to do and halfway through the process we stop and say, "Hey, we're doing this." and that pushes us to keep going and by the time we've made it to this point we say "Babe, we did it." and that's when you realize that it wasn't the feats we accomplished but the fact that we accomplished them together, and who we accomplished them with. and I honestly believe that if it were not for who you are and how you compliment me then I could've never made it this far, I would've given up on anyone else long ago, just because I'm not one to tie strings. But boy, there was something about you that I instantly fell in love with and look at us now, one year later, still just as happy and carefree as always living in our perfect world of happiness and love and its all because of you.
So. Ask me again how I fee
Beth's encounter with the OracleI make my way through the dense trees to a clearing I’d never really cared to look for. The ground was covered in light fog and the darkness seemed to darken as I neared it. Toxic mushrooms glistened and glowed even. I swipe at a spider web as I focus on a glimmer of light ahead of me. I think to myself how I wish I didn’t have to walk.
I near the clearing and push the branches of a tree away so I can move through into the round sanctuary of the wisest being in either worlds.
In the middle of the clearing was a bonfire with brilliant blue flames illuminating the area an eerie shade of teal. I look around quickly, there’s a log on the far side, covered in potions and journals. Flowers covered the area. As I step in I notice a mushroom circle, lining the edges of the clearing. I’m careful not to step on any of the precious truffles.
I find the oracle hunched over his potion stand. His skin was a smooth pale and covered in intricate tattoos. His head was shav
Beth's idea of LoveI couldn’t explain how I felt. It almost felt like an ambush. Like if I responded wrong I'd lose the game. But was this a game? How could I look into the eyes of this man ever again and not think about this strange disbelief.
“What is love…..?” I whisper. My heart caved in and I felt my shield breaking down, my walls crumbling, leaving my heart open for him to grasp with his fingers.
He takes my hand and places it on his chest. “This, do you feel it?”
And I did, the stutter. I felt it. So I nod.
“It only gets this way when I’m looking at you..”
I pause and sigh. “It feels like youre about to die.”
“Love is the ultimate killer.”
I lock my eyes in his and my lips quiver. Is it true? Has Lucifer Kane really loved me since the day we met? Before I was who I am? Before I was immortal? Before it all? I look into the eyes of my husband and I realize what he told me.
“Love means killing them peacefully.”
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.9"What are you doing?" You glared at Jeff, pulling away from him roughly.
"I was about to do some killing!"
"I can't let you do this. I was the one who dragged you into this."
He said, looking at the ground angrily.
"Well, you're not the boss now are you? I have orders, and I intend on following them."
"But you know this isn't what you want." Jeff growled. "Once you kill, there's no going back. Your mind becomes tainted, and you're seen as a monster to the world.
"You don't know what I want. My entire life changed when I ran into you. I've accepted my fate. Why can't you?" You chided.
Jeff couldn't understand. Of course you knew the sacrifice you were about to make, but there were only two options:
Kill or be killed.
You shrugged and turned to leave, but Jeff wasn't finished. He grabbed your arm and stopped you.
"You shouldn't do this. Try to think clearly!" Jeff had a strange tone in his voice, like concern. It was not like him at all.
"Since when did you start caring about me? L
Words Of GuiltSlowly Donnie snuck through the lair, doing his best to be as silent as he possibly could so no one would know he was sneaking out. while he was sure everyone was asleep he still had to be cautious with how he moved so as not to make a sound, a result of living with a family of ninjas. Once he was sure no one was watching him Donnie turned and scurried out of the lair, moving down the tunnel that led to the nearby subway tunnel. His foot had just moved to step into the subway when he felt someone grab his shoulder, pull him back and shove him against the wall.
He lashed out, trying to strike the person who had grabbed him only to feel the person grab his wrist and twist before pinning his arm against his chest.
"Where are you going Donnie?"
Raph's voice was low and vaguely threatening. Donnie did his best to seem unafraid.
"n...none of your business!"
he lashed out with his other hand, connecting with the side of Raph's face making the red banded turtle stumbled backwards a bit. Donnie
The Fox and the Bat: Role-Play
The once black night sky was slowly disappearing to reveal a red, orange and then yellow set of hues over the horizon in the distance. For many creatures, they were already near their home, so all they had to do was scurry, slither or walk into their place. However, for a certain fruitbat, it would take a while to fly back. Jess, the bat, cursed inwardly for having flown out this far in the first place, but she had been craving to get an orange from the grove. Well, she knew she had to pay the price by being late to get back home, but it was worth trying out that sweet yet rare fruit for her. She at least had put one orange about the size of her body in her feet claws, but she wondered if she'd be able to carry it the whole way.
Another problem, although, were her wings. Jess had been using them the whole night it seemed. With a groan, she glanced down into the trees below. Maybe stopping a moment wouldn't be too bad. She carefully flew down in ther
Confessing your love
He tried to focus, tried to clear his mind of all distractions like splinter had taught him too. He tried to take deep breaths, tried to relax. But nothing helped. Sighing Leo opened his eyes, his shoulders slumping as he ran his hand over his face. it wasn’t often he got scared, really scared. yet today, when they had faced shredder for the first time…..that had scared him. He’d panicked, lost his focus and……his heart clenched as he remembered the look of terror on his secret mate’s face as the large marquee letter had fallen down on top of him. His heart thundered in his chest as he remembered the panic and dread that had gripped his mind and body making his scream and claw at the large metal letter trying to pull it off Mikey. He’d felt relief flood his body when Mikey had emerged from under the letter, his body covered in dust and dirt but seeming to be ok.
Sighing again Leo did his best to calm his thundering heart. Mikey was ok, yes
Helsa - Distractions
It was nighttime in the kingdom of Arendelle, and Snow Queen Elsa was once again up late. Her sister, Anna, was away with Kristoff on an ice harvesting trip. The young queen often envied her sister's freedom, but her rising workload kept her focused on the task at hand. After signing her fifth treaty, the queen's blue-eyed gaze wandered off again. Her eyes darted for the door as the nob began to turn. Her heart raced at the thought of who it was. Sure enough, it was Hans, prince of the Southern Isles. He had been visiting on a diplomatic mission.
He smirked while leaning into the room."A little late for work, isn't it?"
Elsa huffed while shaking her head. "It's not that late."
"It's one.", chuckled Hans. "Don't you ever take a break?"
The icy blonde pointed at herself and stared him down. "Queen. Remember?"
She returned to her paperwork as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Right riiiiight.", he joked. The prince sat on the couch adjacent from her desk and tugged at his glove
Brawnafied World Volume 1 - Preview!Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One - PREVIEW
(This is a preview of my upcoming story, Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One. As implied by the title, there will be more tales within the full story.
This story will be available to those who support me on Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto on September 30th! If you want to receive a full copy of the story, make sure you're pledged before then!)
[Some backstory for this preview – Immediately following the Infomercial, the government issued a widespread confiscation on all Brawnafiers, essentially declaring martial law in the process. All Brawnafiers appeared to have been taken off of the market. After a few months of the product disappearing, the Power Company, under heavy scrutiny of the government began creating a series of NuBrawnafiers, which had severely limited capabilities in comparison to the original model.
Penny, a scrawny, weak teenage gir
Vengeance: Chapter 1"Don't need a damn babysitter," Desmond muttered under his breath, wearing the distracted scowl of a person still steamed from an argument. Having already stumbled more than once in his agitated haste along the dark passageway, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. It was such a hassle--having to walk everywhere. God, he missed flying.
But the loss of flight was nothing compared to what his community had lost as a whole.
He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about it--about any of it. His eyes snapped open promptly when he stumbled again.
His lantern was fashioned from a "small" bullet-shaped lightbulb--about as long as his arm and few times as wide. A bare copper wire nearly as thick as one of his fingers wrapped around the metal end and looped up to serve as a handle. He came to a stop when he found the loose spot in floor molding that led into the motel room he was looking for.
Desmond didn't venture out right away. He leaned close to the loose
WORDS from theives
Silently they moved through the sewer running through tunnel after tunnel until they found the one Donnie was looking for.
“Is this it?”
Donnie nodded and looked up the ladder that was built into the wall leading up to the surface.
“Yeah……This is it.”
Starting to climb up the ladder Donnie paused as they reached the top and his hands pressed against the cold material of the manhole cover. Taking a deep breath Donnie pushed, grunting and heaving with the effort to lift the 45 pound manhole cover. Shoving the cover to the side Donnie clambered out of the tunnel and stepped aside for Raph to follow, watching as his brother swung himself up and out of the tunnel.
Looking around they found themselves standing in an alley way. On either side of them crumbling buildings and rusted fire escapes met their vision. Further down the alley they could hear the sounds of the city, cars honking, people talking, going about their own lives, blissfully unaware of the
The Grim Teaser 2The stone brick ground was slick with cavern dew and the walls resembled a wrinkled face. Deep in the bowels of the Angelic City's sewers was a town only the wretched walked, which the peace of the mourning citizens of the outside kept calmly through the wake of its existence. Where the air tastes like limestone and smells like freshly cut grass and wet rock. The Arches that lead off deeper into the town held goyles above them that cooed at wanderers.
My name is Anabeth Custavio.
My heels click on the textured floor, and the leather of my tight pants and jacket squeak as the damp surfaces rub against each other. On each of my hip is a shiny cross bow, and slung around my back, the quiver. My head was covered by a thick cowl, brunette curls peeking out at my jaw line. I was returning after my weekly rounds. Though I have lackeys to do my rounds for me, the feel of lifting ones soul from their mortal body may possibly be the only thing that brings me utter joy these days.
I am the Grim.
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