Battle Rhythm: Adriana SalazarBattle Rhythm: Adriana Salazar10 hours ago in Profiles
Patadas Voladoras: QCF + K (She hurdles towards her opponent with a drop kick. Serves as a Combo Opener. Her Super Rhytmic version, Patadas Dinamita, has the drop kick transitioning into a bycicle kick that deals five hits in succesion.)
Hurrancarana de Quebradita: HCF + P (She jumps at her opponent, locks her legs around his/her neck, spinning around and sending him/her flying to the ground. Her Super Rhytmic version, Hurrancarana de Quebradita, has the hold's speed increased twice and deals more damage.)
Codo Estelar: QCB + P (She dashes towards her opponent with her elbow, engulfing it in a star light. Serves as a Combo Opener. Her Super Rhythmic version, Codo Fúgaz, has the elbow strike's speed increased twice and deals five hits in succesion
Sherlock Chatroom (x Reader) - 13Sherlock has logged on.Sherlock Chatroom (x Reader) - 131 day ago in Humor
Sherlock has started a chatroom.
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Greg: Hey guys!
Sherlock: Who the fuck are you
Greg has changed his name to Lestrade.
Sherlock: Oh, hi Lestrade
Sherlock: I'm glad you're here. Some stranger named Greg was here
Lestrade: I hate you
John: Oh my god, Sherlock. His name is Greg. Greg Lestrade.
Sherlock: Really? I could have sworn it was Graham.
Mycroft: You're all idiots. His name is Grant.
Lestrade: OH MY GOD, MY NAME IS GREG. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO CLARIFY THIS?!
Sherlock: Sorry, George
Lestrade: I hate you
(y/n): Didn't you already say that?
Lestrade: Yeah, but it seemed like it was worth repeating
John: Okay, moving on. What do you want, Sherlock?
John: Okay, I'm leaving
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Mary: WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THESE PEOPLE
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TMNT: Nightmare (Slender-based) (One-Shot)"Ring around the rosies, pockets full of toesies. Ashes....Ashes....We all....fall....down....*Giggles*"TMNT: Nightmare (Slender-based) (One-Shot)2 days ago in General Fiction
When Mikey opened his eyes, he found out that he was in a place with a playground outside. "Awesome place." Mikey remarked. "Dudes! Hello! Are you there? Hmm, guess not...." He walked around with a flashlight in his hand. He had no idea why he had one in the first place, but he would take it anyways. "Does this flashlight have an off-switch or something?" He tried to turn off the flashlight, but to no avail.
He walked around and found lockers and stuff. "Am I in a school? Cool, dude!" He read some writing on the wall. "He is near...There is no escape." "Who's here? No escape? Huh?" He put on a puzzled look. He walked around searching for anything. Clues, gizmos, stuff. "I gotta contact my bros." His T-Phone was dead, so he went around, looking for a phone. When he went into a classroom, something made him gasp in horror. "Donnie, is that you, dude? WOAH!" Don
Bruce BannerxReader: Where Gods Do Fear [Ch. 6]A huge, white moon hung above the Manhattan skyline only a few days after your powwow with Tony and Bruce in the nursery. Fall was swiftly turning into winter, but the chill in the air could not stop you from enjoying a quiet walk to the car with your husband. All you had to do was bundle up—coat, scarf, mittens, all—and you would be fine. Besides, you were having too good a time to feel the cold.Bruce BannerxReader: Where Gods Do Fear [Ch. 6]1 week ago in Drama
“You have got to be kidding me!” Your cheeks were actually starting to hurt from smiling so much. Who knew dinner out on the town with Bruce could be so grand? You had spent the entire meal discussing possible names for your child, and the subject continued even then as you made your way to your distantly parked car. “Nu-uh. No. No. We are not naming our kid that.”
For once, Bruce seemed to be as happy as you were. You were already connected by one hand each, arms swaying beside you, but he neared to bump you affectionately with his sho
I didn't cry when my grandpa died...This happened to me when I was a child... I've told people this story before, but I could never tell them the full story... Which is what I'm finally going to do now, in hopes that I can get some kind of answer for whatever it is that I saw...I didn't cry when my grandpa died...2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Keep in mind, my memory of everything that happened before the funeral or.. that night, is a bit fuzzy so bare with me on that as it might not be entirely accurate. But know that this is simply how I remember it.
It all started when I was 11 years old. Around this time, my grandfather on my mother's side was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and was basically doomed to die within a few weeks... or months, I don't really remember.. It's been such a long time since then, that I don't remember anything else but.. that night.
Anyway, he ended up coming to live with us for quite a long time, and honestly it kinda sucked. Everyone was always in a dark and gloomy mood. My parents, my siblings, even our relatives and family friends who came to visit were
Avengers Chatroom - 19 (Avengers x Reader)(A/N: This is a New Year's themed chapter. And yes, I know it's about three weeks late! I'd like to apologize for that. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy!)Avengers Chatroom - 19 (Avengers x Reader)3 weeks ago in Humor
NEW YEAR'S DAY
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(y/n): Guys! It's officially 2016!
Clint: ...it was officially 2016 ten hours ago.
(y/n): shut up bird boy
(y/n): But you know what that means! We have to choose some New Year's resolutions!
Steve: I actually like (y/n)'s idea.
(y/n): Thanks, Steve.
Steve: Yeah, no problem.
Clint: I ship it
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Tony: Lol! (y/n), did you ban him?
Bruce: Then who did?
Tony: jealous:Tony has been temporarily banned from the chat.
(y/n): Okay, moving on.
(y/n): But we all have to pick a New Year's resolution. Just one.
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A Bone to Pick On (Child!Papyrus and Child!Reader)Just to make things very clear, this is an elementary school AU. Papyrus doesn't act like the confident skeleton he is in this. I'd like to think that at some point in his life, he wasn't very confident, so I made him a shy child. Please don't complain that he's OOC. Gaster is also the grandfather of Sans and Papyrus in this. I personally don't see him as their father in my head canon. It also sounds good: Grandpa Gaster.A Bone to Pick On (Child!Papyrus and Child!Reader)1 month ago in General Fiction
A Bone to Pick On
It was a peaceful, warm summer day on the playground, as all the kid monsters and human children frolicked around, joyous to have a break from class. The spring brought many beautiful sights, such as the sunflowers that grew in the school yard and the monarch butterflies, fluttering gracefully in the air. Your classmates were having the best time, swinging on the swings sets, playing hopscotch, drawing with chalk, jumping rope, and enjoying various other activities associated with youth. Everyone around you emanated happine
Times Among Kells and Fiddle 1"But I'm Just The Janitor"Times Among Kells and Fiddle 11 month ago in Short Stories
It's the first day for a new Fairy student going onto Unferix's Western Elementary School District 9. A collection of hollow trees serves as its facilities. Unferix's education starts in elementary to learn basic knowledge like reading, writing, and everything there is to know about mathematics treating it like a required second language. Most Frixian Fairies are capable of calculus before they reach their teens. After this they go onto whatever specialized vocation they wish to choose ether be Battlemage or plant care. But Young Kells doesn't know what she wants to be yet. Nor does she have any idea what she is capable of. The other Fairies around this school are not too opening to Kells. One group of Fairy girls made fun of her wings being too pink, and another group threw water in her face. Even Fairies can be mean to the new people.
Kells has light blue hair, blue eyes, and pink and yellow wings. Cloths is optional in Unferix having a different attitude t
There Are No ChildrenWand'ring through the schoolyardThere Are No Children1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
In search of just one child
Eyes alight with wonder
By simplicity beguiled
Wondrous, honest , eager
Adventurous and chaste
Yet with a child's presence
Never was I graced
'Good Lord' said I, wondering
'This life so fresh and new,'
'a flower barely blooming'
'In existence's dubut,'
'How can it be so,
'In the name of all things dear'
'That though no one is grown yet'
'There are no children here?'
A True Story of a Friend and His Tori [the males]A True Story of a Friend and His Tori [the males]1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word
i recommend listening to this song near the end of the story. i don't really care. this song reminds me of mike so much.
There was a time
as a young child
that I thought the world was a strange place.
I may've been five or six
when I began to realize that I was kind of different from the other kids.
While we had to make Mother's Day goodie bags,
I didn't know what to do.
For a long time,
I didn't know what a "mother" was.
I had two Dads,
but the teacher wanted me to make something for my
like any other kid,
I got a paper bag,
sliced out some paper hearts,
and glued and glittered to my heart's content.
It's kind of ironic.
These paper hearts
had the words
"Mom" and "Mommy"
when I really wanted to write down
TMNT: It Will Never Change (One-Shot)Leo went into his room. He had just argued with Raph, much to the consternation of everyone. Raph stormed off into the sewers. Leo assumed that he would be going topside to vent off some steam. He sighed and shook his head. "Why wouldn't Raph listen to my orders or opinions for once?" He thought. He then turned on the radio that was sitting in the corner of his room. The song caught his attention.TMNT: It Will Never Change (One-Shot)1 month ago in General Fiction
Half the time passed away, all the trouble that we gave, and all those days we spent out by the lake. Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made, one by one they vanished just the same....
He thought about his childhood, back when Raph was not as hotheaded and Leo was not as worried about being a good leader. They were best friends. Whether it was playing in the sewers, or causing trouble for their family, accidental or otherwise, their friendship was always as strong as a pillar. They can easily say about their fears, concerns and even worries without worrying about
Avengers Chatroom - 18 (Avengers x Reader)(A/N: So, here's the next chapter - and it's Christmastime! Well, right now, it's January 5th, so I'm pretty late... anyhow, I hope you enjoy this one. Oh, and before I forget! Back in Avengers Chatroom #7, I made a Star Trek reference, and offered a shoutout for the people who understood it. I got so many comments! So, congrats to the following people: WiseOwl95, Skullgirl9100, elephantgirl202, RenjiAbaraisgirl, roxygthor, evanescense109, LOLZALO, kittyheartsminecraft, Kittandragon, PaintTheSky83, Inthenameofloki, vampiregirl-807, BunnicktheBunny, and CrecentRose1412. *salutes* You guys are amazing! STAR TREK FOR LIFE!)Avengers Chatroom - 18 (Avengers x Reader)1 month ago in Humor
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(y/n): WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKERS, IT'S CHRISTMAS
Steve: (y/n), it's four in the morning
(y/n): YES, AND I SAID IT'S CHRISTMAS
Steve: yeah, and that's great, but we're all tired.
FleetingYou were a spring breezeFleeting1 month ago in Free Verse
Soft and warm and light
Too gentle to break a stream's surface
And I was a thundercloud
Wild and dark and deafening
Enough to snap trees like matchsticks
You rode out the storm for a little while
But like the shooting stars in our eyes
You were gone as fast as I could blink
Phantom Pains -- Ch 12 Sans dropped from his shortcut just outside the cave where Gerson kept his store. He smirked, breathing in the damp and cool air of Waterfall. If he were completely honest with himself, he’d have to admit that Waterfall was probably one of the most beautiful places he could ever visit in the underground. There was never any weather here, unlike in Snowdin where facsimiles of storms could occasionally pick up. There was a constant sound of trickling water, the hushed whispers of echo flowers made their way through the ambiance. The silent static of this piece of their world seemed to reverberate with a haunting serenity, gilded in colors of blue and teal. If Sans ever needed to think or calm his nerves, this was a good place to be.Phantom Pains -- Ch 121 month ago in Fantasy
He paused for a second, drinking in the change of atmosphere, before stepping into Gerson’s shop. It was dimly lit, but still nice. Light was cast in purple and blue tones from crystals embedded in t
* * *my dog’s name is watson* * *1 month ago in Free Verse
she rushes noisily into the house
turning upside down
all traps I’ve woven for her
in the day’s emptiness
amongst pieces of furniture
tosses me joyfully to the floor
blue eyes and a huge tongue –
all chesslike black-n-white
and I snort like a kitten
who just’ve conducted the band
but give up and allow her warmth
to penetrate inside of me
again returnung to the world of the living
when she growls biting slightly my ear
“d’ya know why poets ceased writing poems?
‘cause they never could dare to
love those they loved…”
it's simply elementary?
just like this
my dear sherlock
translated by KUDROVA X.
Rory and the Duckletts ~ Part 9Rory and the Duckletts ~ Part 91 month ago in General Fiction
“C’mon, you’re only mortal. You’re my smart part. We’re a team.”
Closed. Locked. Deadbolted twice.
After all of that - every grueling step, every hungry, hopeful minute here - the Sugarplum Bakery had closed down for the evening a measly thirty minutes before their arrival.
“Come on, Adrian,” Rory said, peeling his forehead from the cold windowpane. “Okay, so we din’t get everythin’ ta end up as happily as we wanted it to, and I get how that makes your grumpy-meter boil over. But it’s dark and late, and we still gotta get that water from the little falls, and I wanna go home so I can sleep all day tomorrow.”
The Chespin rubbed his snout with the back of one wrist and picked his sketchpad up off the cobblestones.
My Little Hero Intro Alfred F. Jones. Coolest guy in the grade, hottest in the school, and my ex best friend. He left me in the beginning of eighth grade. After a year, you'd think the pain would go away, right? Well not for me. After he left, I hung with the Magic Trio. I was continuously bullied beat up and picked on. I've never actually had a hero in my life. And trust me. Alfred was no hero.My Little Hero Intro2 months ago in Romance
I considered him the biggest asshole alive. I laid my head on my desk tiredly. This is what happens everyday. Feeling so weak... Not being able to stand up for myself, hurting all over... I sat up as the teacher walked in. I got shit from her. Of course. I hated this. Everyone hating on me due to being a "liar" by saying that Alfred and I used to be friends. It's true, though. I hated the others. I only had three friends. That's all I needed. Arthur, Vladimir, and Lukas. I walked out of class and saw Alfred being a flirt.
I rolled my eyes and tried t
Special Night (Merry Christmas)A little girl waits by her bedroom window, hoping to catch a glimpse of old St. Nick.Special Night (Merry Christmas)2 months ago in Free Verse
Which direction would he be coming from?
North? South? East? Or West?
How many reindeer did he actually have?
Did Rudolph really exist with a shiny red nose?
That little girl wondered if there were enough cookies for Santa
Or if maybe he's had too many.
He could eat them on the road.
Maybe the milk should be in a to-go cup.
A little something for the road.
How did Santa carry all those gifts?
Maybe everything was so heavy.
After all, the little girl did ask for a scooter.
Will St. Nick and all the gifts fit through the chimney?
There's always the spare key in the desk for him to use.
Cookies were added.
A key now under the welcome mat.
A telescope from the closet was out for ultimate sight-seeing.
It's Christmas morning, at twelve in the morning.
A little girl scanned the skies for Santa.
Hopefully he gets here soon.
Eyes were closing.
The pillow so soft.
Soon, he would come.
A mother a
School Rivalry Snow War (Holiday Story) “Hurry you up, Cosmo! Our friends are waiting for us!” Cooki shouted upstairs to her twin brother.School Rivalry Snow War (Holiday Story)2 months ago in Short Stories
“Alright! I’m coming!” Cosmo shouted in an annoyed tone at her sister while he was putting on his winter clothes.
Cooki was putting on her blue winter boots, and pink jacket, while she is moving her head to the magical sounds of Christmas music that her mother was playing in the kitchen. Cosmo came downstairs wearing a black winter jacket, warm white jeans, and white and black shoes while having the headphones still around on his neck, and his yo-yo in his pocket.
“Took you long enough, bro-bro!” Cooki grins at Cosmo.
“Oh, hush, Cooki! Let’s get going and catch up with the others.” Cosmo told Cooki.
“Cosmo, you know I’m just messing with-“ But b
Prussia x Reader x Germany“You don't even German.” Your little brother growled as you walked giggling as you held the two small flags in your one hand, the Prussian flag and German flag. Your little brother had taken German in high school while you took French. However you were friends with a set of brothers, Gilbert and Ludwig. You had met Francis because you were singing your favorite songs La Bien Qui Fait Mal by Mozart, who make L'Opera Rock. Considering the song was called The Good Thing That Hurts he thought you'd get along with with his friend Gilbert, and through him you started hanging out with him and his little brother Ludwig.Prussia x Reader x Germany2 months ago in Romance
Though you got along with all Gilbert's other friends, Francis, Antonio, Alfred, and Matthis, and Ludwig's friends, Felicano and Kiku, you got along with them best. And with you knowing both French and Italian, Ludwig had started picking up French from you and Gilbert picking up Italian from you as well, Ludwig knowing some Italian from Feli and Gilbert knowing Fren
shock and awThe door to the brownstone flew open with a hard clang against the wall as Joan stormed in towards the kitchen with Sherlock close on her tail.shock and aw2 months ago in General Fiction
“Watson! Don’t you walk away from me!” Sherlock fumed
“What is the big deal? I got us what we needed didn’t I?” Joan shouted back, tossing her coat and purse on the kitchen table.
“At great personal risk! You deliberately offered yourself up on a platter to that man!” Sherlock continued
“I knew what I was doing...you do stuff like that all the time!” Joan pointed out irritably
“Yes! But I am not reckless, every move I make is calculated!” Sherlock barked
“Oh please...” Joan rolled her eyes then went to press past Sherlock but just as she got barely passed him, Sherlock grabbed her wrist.
“Ah! Hey! Sherlock what are you...ugh!” Joan grunted when Sherlock suddenly pushed her to the wall.
Joan struggled for a moment but Sherlock’s height gave him
The Complete Modern DogExcerpt from The Complete Modern Dog by Azalea Ley Singh.The Complete Modern Dog2 months ago in Settings
Once you are certain a dog is the right pet for you, the next most important decision is what kind of dog it will be. Never before has such a choice of breeds and specifications been available. There is a dog for everyone!
Of course all this choice can make choosing your ideal breed feel like something of a minefield. The information in this book should be considered a starting point only - be sure to do some further reading. Breeders and manufacturers' websites will provide the most up-to-date information.
Traditional, enhanced or engineered?
Until relatively recently, traditionally bred animals were the only choice and today they are usually still the cheapest option. In many areas they are also the most readily available, although the situation is usually reversed in any large metropolis. Traditional dogs are still popular, with their 'natural' and old-fashioned charms appealing to many. They are available in s
Dogs There are hundreds of different dogs. Many people like different dogs. Here is a story, a story about a lucky dog. A very lucky dog. Soon he would have a home.Dogs2 months ago in Profiles
The shelter in a store was the place we met. I was with my family, at lunch. We decided it was a nice day to go to Petco. When we walked in the warm, and cozy store, we heard something going on at the back of the store.
Loud yelps came from the back. Only two dogs weren't. I only saw one. When I walked to the german shepard, she wagged her tail. She had not so sparkly eyes, matted fur, and a sweet heart.
Now the dog was really loving me. I heard a familliar voice from the other side of the cages. I walked to the back of the cages passing dogs. I reached my mom and she told me to see the dog.
He had shining eyes. Soft, sweet smelling fur. And a gentle heart. He smiled at me so big, he sneezed. I giggled and petted his ears. They were softer than silk.
We were at home, playing with our new