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CP-OCT R3: PrologueJay paced absently along the edge of the veranda of 'her' cabin. Her words with the others had left adrenaline coursing through her for no real reason and with no real outlet, leaving her antsy and nervous (although she'd never admit to the latter). This was getting serious now with only four of them left - not that it had never not been serious, but now Jay could feel it in her bones. Although, to Jay, it half seemed to be a case of blind luck that any of them had made it as far as they had.
The clay soldier was sat on the rail, tracing her movements with swinging motions of its head. She had the feeling that it wasn't the only thing watching her...
She couldn't afford to drop her guard, not now, her prospective opponents had to have something, otherwise even with Lady Luck herself walking beside them, they wouldn't have made it this far. She ran over her assessments of them in her mind - quick checks as she tried to
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
The Clockwork Heart (Germany x Doll!Reader)
"What am I?"
Not who, but what.
"A doll. I made you."
You ingest this news with an impassive face, though since it is made of sheet metal, the blonde man supposes that it would be hard for you to properly emote. You lift a hand to inspect it. It is meticulously crafted, as would be inspected from one of the top engineers around. It would almost be able to pass for a real human hand, if not for the obvious artificial joints used to craft together your fingers and knuckles. Now another question comes.
"Why did you make me?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't answer because he just can't bring himself to tell you he did not mean to bring you to life.
"Who are you?" you now ask, taking in the features of your apparent creator.
There is a slight tint of pink to his pale cheeks, which offsets his somewhat somber expression. He glances at you with piercing blue eyes, this mechanical miracle, and he knows that he owes you as best an explanation as he can offer, under these strange circumstanc
Involuntary Game Testing: Janus into Samus TG
Involuntary Game Testing; Janus into Samus
A Smash Bros TG Story by JanusofthePaleFlames
It was a nice Friday afternoon in his somewhat-small existence as a semi-proud New Yorker. The breeze was strong, but it carried a southern warmth that pleased his cold-ridden hide, which had not two weeks ago braved below-freezing temperatures, followed by two major-degrees of common, yearly illnesses. Such was the price for conserving extra time for hobbies.
Janus was sitting at his desk, comprised of fake, smoked glass, silver metal frames and a shelf loaded with writing books, a dictionary, and a “borrowed”, wooden, dinning chair. Like always, he checked his email, website messages, and at least one of the several on-going web comics he liked to view. Since it was Friday, that meant it was also payday, so he spent an extra couple minutes viewing his bank and credit card accounts to make sure things were in order. As a part-time writer, and a full-time thinker, h
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
Caving, Campfires and CuddlesI suppose I should be thankful that the sun was setting outside; otherwise, when I left the exit tunnel of Johto's Dark Cave, I'd have been blinded by the sudden light. I only had to blink a bit as I stumbled into the orange evening glow, the shadow cast by Sprout Tower in the northwest landing over the forest nearby.
"Good...God," I panted, exhausted. My backpack weighed a ton, stuffed with a tent, canteen and other supplies I'd packed earlier today. "We're finally free, you guys." I motioned to my friends to exit the tunnels at last.
"Uuuughhhh..." a female voice moaned from behind me. I felt tiny tremors as Dragonair beat her tail against the rough earth "My ears are still ringing. That was so, so unpleasant." My dragoness Pokemon passed me on the dusty trail out of Dark Cave, the aptly-named tunnel system to the east of Violet City.
I held my hands to my temples; i'd temporarily drowned out the dull ringing to announce our arrival out of the caves, but Dragonair's mentioning it had
Ghosts of the Past
Title: Ghosts of the Past
Game: Mass Effect Series
characters/pairing: Garrus x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all things associated with the Mass Effect series. You own you. I just own the plot.
Garrus groaned as he crouched behind the wall, clutching his wounded side, hoping to slow the bleeding as he caught his breath. It was hard to believe that it’s come down to this. Hurt. Cornered………….Alone. Garrus clenched his free hand into a fist at the memory of what happened……...the pain still fresh and raw at the thought. His entire team, gone in nearly one fell swoop, the few survivors dead minutes later. He felt sick to his stomach…..he failed everyone……...it was a joke to think he could be a l
Take Me Home Aimee II: FifteenTake Me Home Aimee II: Fifteen
Heath wasn't a master sailor, but the Decade was pretty straightforward in its controls. As of right now it seemed as though the Decade was the only thing that was straightforward. He really liked Aimee, but he was tired of her acting like deep down he was a monster
He softened when he recalled the many verbal and even physical errors he had made because of her size.
After several minutes, a door opened distantly, and so after followed the sound of the giant approaching.
"Hey." He braced himself on either side the doorframe leading to the lounge, no further. Just popping in. "Just wanted to give you heads up, there's going to be a bit of a jerk when we dock in a few minutes."
Aimee looked up when she heard Heath’s voice, still feeling ashamed for what she had said earlier. “Heath…” she started to explain herself but when he didn’t move from the door frame, she felt herself slump down a bit. He must have sti
Hard reset(Eleventh Doctor/Reader.)"Y/n..."
"What just happened should'nt ever happen. It's too much for any human mind or body to handle. It's slowly destroying you from the inside."
"How do we fix it? W-Will i be okay?" Tears pricked at the corners of you e/c eyes.
"I'm... Going to have to remove all your memories from the past few years. They'll be completely erased from time. You'll be sixteen again." He explained.
"I won't remember you?" The very thought of such a thing sent your mind reeling in horror.
He paused, hesitating. "No. Hard reset, you could say."
There was silence for an eternity. "...Whatever has to be done. But one more thing." You made him look you in the eye. "Don't feel like it was your fault. 'Cause it was all mine, and i don't want you to feel guilty. Find a new friend," He opened his mouth to argue, but you leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips, lightly, "Do it for me, okay?"
He nodded. "Are you ready?" He asked softly.
"Will.. Will it hurt?"
"Not a bit." His fingers brushed against
Balthazar x Child!Reader So Close, Yet So FarIn his eyes you were cute and adorable. Almost as if you were a petite stuffed animal waiting to be hugged by someone. You hair bounced as your laughter filled the air. Bringing the most tense atmospheres to a halt.
That's how old you were. Your innocence and curiosity always took the better of you. Even for the most absurd things you find beauty and peace in most of them. As a child you weren't really exposed much danger. Your brothers treated you like a tiny little princess, while they were the Knights in shining armor waiting to slay the dragon.
Of course because of them he could never approach you directly without them pointing an angel blade at him. So he decided to watch from afar. Secretly hoping that one day you two will meet on good standards. Even if your brothers will teach you not to trust an angel he knew that somehow she might cross boundaries and set things right.
Lucifer x Reader AuditionsA struggle...
That's what this was.
You had auditions next week, but you were not prepared. You couldn't practice at home because of how much Lucifer would complain. He probably might make your instrument disappear. Or taunt you for the rest of the week on how many mistakes you might make.
You sigh thinking about how much you need to get done. Between school and making sure Lucifer doesn't burn the house down is a lot to deal with. Especially since Lucifer gets bored quickly. He starts doing tricks and trying to drive you to the point of insanity if you refuse to pay attention to him.
But this was something that had to be done.
You had to face this problem one way or another.
Later that day you took your instrument home without Luci knowing. Secretly sneaking down to the basement. You set up a stand and put your sheet music on it. Before you started you scavenged the whole house for the angel and found him nowhere in sight.
You started heading downst
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
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