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CPOCT Round 2 Prologue: vs Judy LeRainJay stayed curled on the bed, pillow covering her head in a childlike move that no-one who knew her would believe her capable of, trying to drown out the screaming. (Screaming she wasn't entirely sure she was actually hearing, as it grew in pitch and tone, and seemed like that night...) Eventually, Jay forced herself to uncurl, throwing the pillow away and prodding one foot cautiously at the-
“It's safe now,” Roxanne's disgruntled voice had Jay pivoting, and groping for her rifle, only to find the clay monkey behind her. “It has been for a while.”
Jay just made a dismissive noise and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing her face wearily, massaging her eyes and the bridge of her nose.
“The feast is to begin shortly. You wouldn't want to miss it now would you?”
Jay shook her head, pushing herself upright, using her rifle as a crutch for a moment before she was steady. She took a second to calculate the last time sh
Child's Play OCT R1 Prologue: Vs Miles ArcherJay scanned the camp warily again once she was left in peace, cataloguing the various people (and that was a stretch) around the fire, and dismissing those she doubted would be immediately dangerous, and taking note of those who concerned her. (And if seemed like half of the people here were just children). Satisfied that she was at least relatively unobserved (she could feel eyes, she just couldn't figure out who they belonged to), she slid away from the fire, towards the trees, (after some debate, she'd made the decision that it was probably safer staying off the ground and out of the way, even if that afurisit monkey kept following her). After some search, she found a likely looking candidate still fairly close to the camp (not a pine, surprisingly enough, but with stronger limbs to hold her) and slipped into it, doing her best to stay as unnoticed as she currently was.
A fork in the branches provided her with a sturdy perch, and she settled in, absen
AA's V-Day Challenge 2013: I Ship ItJay wasn't entirely sure how she'd been drawn into this conversation, but she had been. More to the point, she was starting to wish that she hadn't allowed her brother to talk her into being at the Changeling Valentine's Day Party (apparently any day that was a major celebration in any culture was fair game for a party, Jay felt that someone should be putting their foot down). So here she was, sat at the edge of the party trying not to think about the fact that her fiancé had dumped her (admittedly with rather excellent results) and the fact that Dmitri had been sent to one of the field offices to fix a computer glitch that was jeopardizing a Sector Three mission. (He'd broken into her apartment a few days earlier and covered every available surface with flowers and weapons, it had to be the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her).
She glared at Jacques as her teammate sauntered over and claimed one of the other seats at the table.
“Ah,” the Frenchwo
France X Sick! Reader - I'll Be There For You
Alright, let's see what I can do~. Hopefully I'll do good.
France X Sick!Reader - I'll Be There For You
You lay in your bed, stomach pains and a constant nauseated feeling. You've already puked twice today and you feel like you don't want to anymore. You sigh and hear a knock at the door. You got up and your head pounded, causing you to hold a hand to it. You walk to the door and open it to reveal your flirty, best friend Francis or better known as the personification of France.
"'Ello (Y/N)! 'Ow are you doing?" Francis asked with the accent that you found pretty cute. Okay you admit, you have a giant slight crush on the Frenchie. "Terrible." You simply replied. "Oh? What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm sick. That's what. I think I have a stomach virus." You replied, grumpily. Sickness messes with your emotions, makes you kind of grumpy.
"Do you 'ave a fever?" Francis asked as you moved aside to let him in and you closed the door. "I dunno to be honest." You replied. "Zhen you must ta
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 1How the hell did you get to this place? Heck you didn’t know…it was weird and dark and spooky and you swore you heard creatures somewhere.
All you remember was laying on your bed, enjoying a good book and sipping some lovely tea then BAM! You were falling from the sky and landed hard on the greyish ground, clenching your book as if it was going to save you. And on the floor you still laid, before regaining yourself and standing up, wiping off the dirt– or whatever it was off of your being.
“Bloody hell...” You cursed, a deep frown marring your face and your nose crinkling in slight displeasure. Still clenching your book, you took off towards…was it the south or the east? Whatever! You didn’t care about directions, as long as you could find a way out of this place.
You shivered at the night wind, and wrapped the bathrobe around you, since you had forgotten that you were still in a nightgown, and that was indecent for a lady to wear out in publ
Attack on Titan: Erwin x reader x Levi Pt.1There was a feeling of pity in sitting heavy in your stomach.. and your chest. You sat outside of the closed off door and leaned against the frame. The sight was burned into your memory. Erwin had been so covered in blood, no one could tell if it was from a wound of his own or from the comrades falling around him. It was disturbing when a shaky voice called out his name, and he didn't move, he didn't look like he was breathing. Your mind began to swim in hysteria again before you opened your eyes and took a breath. You were safe in the building, he was safe in the building.. He was alive. You honestly struggled to remember how Levi had found the both of you as quickly as he did, but.. Thank God for that little man. A sharp exhale pushed through your lips as you turned around and opened the door quietly, catching sight of Levi sitting on a stool next to a steel bathtub. Erwin still being unconscious, Levi took it upon himself to take care of the commander.
He wore his uniform, onl
Christmas Girlfriend - First Advent
Christmas Girlfriend – First Advent
It was that time of the year again. The Bells were ringing, the snow was falling and everybody was in a great mood.
Of course this accounted for Brian too.
He was humming softly to himself as he was walking down the pedestrian area in the city center. Even though it was still four weeks till Christmas, everybody was already out preparing for the great celebration.
Be it buying presents for their loved ones, enjoying a hot wine punch or taking part in many pre-Christmas activities. Everyone was busy.
Brian grinned to himself, thinking about his parents and his sister and how great it would be to see them again.
He was of medium height, had shoulder long, messy blonde hair and wore a tick leather coat to protect him against the snow. A thick green scarf was fastened around his neck and he wore a similar colored woolen cap.
He stopped at the center of the marketplace and turned for three hundred sixty degrees. The air smelled of hot chocolate, of
What Are you? -G/t-Mordicai blinked. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at..
Well, he was. He just wasn't sure if he was REALLY seeing it or not. Perhaps he was still dreaming...or maybe he just needed to drink more coffee.
Yeah. That was probably it. He just needed more coffee. Last night had been a long one for sure...so much paperwork to keep him up...his brain was just exhausted and his eyes were starting to play tricks on him, that was all~
He just needed to wake himself up more and kick his brain back into gear.
but the longer he stared, the more real it seemed to be.
Or she rather than it...
The figure certainly appeared to be a her, anyway...a person all the same.
A person standing atop the shelf in his pantry cupboard.
A person no larger than his thumb.
She stood perfectly stil...staring up at him with huge, unblinking eyes and expression of fear.
Honestly, she looked like one of those tiny models used for toy trainsets...
And the passing thought of her being just that did cross his min
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 2You woke up to someone poking your side and murmuring something in your ear. You groan, swatting the hand away and trying to fall asleep again, only to be poked again much harder this time.
“Okay, okay I’m up!” You groaned, pulling yourself up in a sitting position, eyes droopy and hair bundled up in knots. The creature, you really needed to stop calling him that…it sounded quite rude, stood up and walked over to your book.
You watched him with weary eyes, that was your favorite book and you swore if he caused any harm to it, you were going to hurt him…a lot. He examined the cover, before looking at the contents inside with curious eyes. It was cute…in a way. You sat on the leaf-bed for a few more minutes, watching him as he leafed through the book before a brilliant plan came to mind. You could teach him your language, and then he could teach you…his?
Yes such a brilliant plan! But first you needed to give him a name, just so you wouldn
Kurloz x Reader| For The Love Of Faygo! "Dude. Dude. I fucking love you!" You squealed as you looked at the things in front of me.
'Nice to know my wicked sis.' Kurloz signed.
"I'm serious!" You cling to Kurloz as you speak. Totally forgetting about what you had wanted to tell him in the first place.
'Woah motherfucker! That's a little too close." Kurloz signed, blushing behind his skull makeup.
"Kurry! You have magical, miracle, delicious Faygo Bushes!" You squeezed Kurloz, Kurry, closer with every word. If it wasn't blatantly obvious by this point...you...love Faygo, a drink that is highly renowned in the subjuggulator religion.
'I've always had them. Can you please get off of me? It's getting hard to breathe.'
"Oh, sorry Kurry." You uncling to Kurloz. You gaze at the majesty that is Faygo Bushes and think 'I know that I came here to do something, what was it?'
'Hey, lil mama.' Kurloz signs. 'I have t
Since the day he hatchedIt was late at night, and the room was completely dark, save for a small flickering candle on a desk beside the nearby window. For many pones, such light wouldn't have been enough to do any real reading, but for Twilight, she'd grown used to it. This was not the first late-night study session she'd done, and it wouldn't be the last. She was occupying herself with her latest book, a tome on all the knowledge ponies had about dragons, the most ferocious creatures known to their kind.
Recent events had made her realise just how little she knew about them. For it was only a few short hours ago that she and her friends, Rarity and Rainbow Dash, had been given a first-hand experience with a few dangerous specimens. But the experience had all been worth it, because now, they'd managed to save one who was very dear to her. Spike, her "number one assistant", who had gone to the dragon migration to find out more about what it meant to be a dragon, as well as to perhaps find others of his family.
Shinigami x reader - Pocky game (Shinji)Heya~ sorry for the wait minna!
"Who's there...oh, you." Shinji walked over to the rustling bushes in the park and saw Rangiku's face.
"No, it's _______!" She shoved you into his arms.
With your crush currently processing what just happened, Rangiku made a run for it. Shinji took a close look at you and saw the pocky. You smiled awkwardly and gave it to him, asking if he would play it with you.
"What for?" He asked.
"Because..." you couldn't give a good reason really.
"I get it... yo
TBOS: Char Ref, AndromedaName: Andromeda
Race: Humanoid reptilian
Appearance: Tall, slim, reptilian. Green, scaled skin, yellow reptilian eyes, nose slits instead of an actual nose, and a slightly forked tongue. Bald, tends to wear a bandana to detract from this, or a cap. Has a tendency to wear colours that clash with her skin tone (is colour-blind, sees mostly in heat instead, and even when she isn't, can't perceive colour), although she often seen in her dark uniform (she's an officer of the law). Wears long sleeves and warm clothes (she is cold-blooded).
Personality: Cool and normally rational, her mother has a tendency to bring out her temper. Hates the cold with a passion. Is bluntly honest, normally at points at which it would be better to tell a lie, although is also very good at defusing tense situations. Is cool in the face of fire, not blasé, just confident, and often violently ill after having a gun pointed at
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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