Notebook of a Doll: Breaking the Ice (Proxy High)First Day:Notebook of a Doll: Breaking the Ice (Proxy High)12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its odd...walking into a school with others who usually protect you and shelter you surrounding you in an array of reds, yellows, blue and greens. Proxy..its a term I am all to familiar with and honestly, I sometimes feel closer to them than to Father. They usually do three things in my case: don't acknowledge you, respect you when you are around or act normal around me. I always wondered how Father trains them in the lethal skills of honed combat techniques I see when they are out at the field or why they are usually so agile in tasks of reflexes, tasks of endurance or anything of that nature. Though..for usually being insulted upon by the outside members of our little society of ghost, ghouls, puppets, demons and other otherworldly creatures, it was almost comforting to get close to some of these Proxies. Though..not everyone tends to like me. Not one bit.
You see, I..well..Ally and myself (whom everyone calls me Night
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (14) Silence. It practically enveloped the room which Levi and William were currently in. Levi stared at the man sitting across him, his eyes stabbing into William's. (f/n) was resting in the room next to them, so they were careful not to disturb her. The silence that surrounded them, however, made up a very awkward and unpleasant atmosphere around the two men. Then William decided to shatter it.Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (14)6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So...yeah. That's my story, Levi." He said before awkwardly coughing into his hand. "You're not going to say anything?"
Levi squinted his eyes. Usually he wouldn't believe a man if he said he was the personification of Death but, not even Hanji could explain what happened back at the hospital (if she ever found out).
"I have nothing much to say," Levi said calmly
while he was internally freaking out because, c'mon freaking Death was in front of him"I'm pretty good at internalizing things, B
TG Caption This: Sisterhood Of The Kimonos It was around 9:51 PM, when I received a call, it was Arnold, I picked up, and he said, in an excited tone "Dude! Guess what?!" I responded, in a bored tone "I don't know? What?" He responded "I just scored us three tickets to Japan!" I, in an unphased, and questioning tone said "okaaayyy?" He took a deep breath, and answered my, not so obvious question "they come included with three tickets to the 50th annual Okinawa designer Kimono competition!" I immediately jumped up from my bed, ran over to my closet and opened it, to my left were my regular clothes, to the right of me was a collection of Kimonos that I, along with my friends, stole.TG Caption This: Sisterhood Of The Kimonos4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, in an excited tone I talked back "dude! How did you score those tickets?!" I could feel him smile over the phone, and he responded "it wasn't easy man! Let's just say...I did some less than legal stuff." I had a grim expression on my face, then I somehow worked up the nerve to ask him "so...uhm...what exactly did you d
The Cold Is Coming - Highclan CeremoniesThe Cold Is Coming - Highclan Ceremonies5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cold was coming, and with it the lingering beginnings of Green-cough. The illness was not a rare phenomena to Highclan, in fact Talonstar had experianced it many times through her life, but that didn't make it any less shocking when an Apprentice and a Kit were in the Medicine Cat's Den fighting for their lives. Two Warriors Duskwatcher and Cougarfang had already died from the illness, and Talonstar was one step away from declaring an epidemic, if either of the young Cats in the Medicine Cat's Den died then she certainly would.
"And you think they're ready?" Talonstar asked the two Warriors that stood before her, giving Copperflight her particular attention as Tornpaw was only ten moons old.
"I've taught him all I can" the white and brown she-cat assured her, "He's ready to become a Warrior I'm sure of it."
Next she turned to Mossblaze, "and Blossompaw?"
"She has completed her training" he nodded, "She is twelve moons old and ready to join the r
Link VS Steve: Season Two Finale DEATH BATTLE!!!Link VS Steve: Season Two Finale DEATH BATTLE!!!4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Killer: Well, good news! We ain't leaving! But this is the Season Two finale!
Zac: All set. It's time....
Mr. Krabs: FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!!
Never, on his travels, had Link come across such an... Odd place. How did one describe it? It was a land, made entirely out of cubes. The dirt, the stone, the sand, even the wildlife were made of cubes!
Link, hopping onto Epona, continued on his journey through this land, hoping to find Zelda somewhere...
Somewhere, miles away.....
Steve looked in satisfaction over the improvements he had done to this village. The houses were bigger, there was an obsidian statue of the town's resident Iron Golem on the outer ends of the village, more farms had been built for food, and the Slimes that plagued the villages were as good as dead.
He knew nothing go wrong in this peaceful village. Nothing at all!!!
Killer: ... Something's gonna go wrong, right?
Zac: Of course.
*About 30 minutes later*
Link had not found Zelda, heck, he didn't find any si
Cat and Mouse - brain3times3Previous: Foolish FoodCat and Mouse - brain3times35 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beth pulled her new costume out of its bag and shook it out to reveal a grey onesie with white paw-feet, a white front, a springy tail, and a hood with soft, plushy, pointy ears. She turned it over, wondering how she was supposed to put it on; it looked a little small, and there were no zippers or buttons. The only openings were in the hood and the ends of the sleeves.
A glance at the bag showed simple, illustrated instructions - climb in through the hood. Beth tugged it doubtfully (it seemed too narrow to fit over her whole body) but it stretched easily. She shrugged and pulled it on, tugging here and there to get everything in its proper place. The soft, stretchy fabric fit snugly, with no loose spots.
When she walked out into the living room, tail bobbing behind her, Zack was already bouncing around in his own Halloween costume. Mrs. Essen cooed and fus
Becky and her Little Sister aren't Park People“So is Christie coming?”Becky and her Little Sister aren't Park People1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“No she cancelled… again.” A higher-pitched voice answered, “Why do we even invite her to stuff anymore? It’s not like she wants to hang out with us.”
“Ugh, I’ve seen this one.” A thick voice sighed, “They get back together.”
A collective groan escaped them as a fat white thumb suffocated the channel down button. Becky’s brown eyes scanned tonight’s viewing options as she skimmed through television stations. She settled on one before shifting her thumb over ‘GUIDE’, opting for a much easier way to tell what was and wasn’t on. Her free hand slinked over to her left and wrapped four doughy digits around her Coke. She brought it up to her full pink lips, slurping slightly, before her arm fell back to the rest.
“Hey Becky, think you could pass the chips?” a higher pitch sounded next to her, on the far right end of the sofa.
Becky looked down,
Crash to Coco Bandicoot Disguise TgCrash to Coco Bandicoot Disguise Tg1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was one sunny day on Wumpa Island crash was at the beach when all of a sudden crash heard coco shouting for crash. Crash goes to see what she wants and she ask crash can you do me a favour she ask he nodded and then she ask him to unzip her to reveal a disguise of herself she says to crash but it on and he did he was a copy of coco now crash stare in the mirror exited and coco leaves to do here job crash still looking at the mirror and decided he look very hot and sexy now he like it a lot.
Tables WaitedTables waited on her.Tables Waited4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
On any given Friday night there would be at least three groups of people in the waiting area of Campell's Family Cuisine Kitchen who only wanted to be seated in Naomi's section.
It was a bit of a headache for the Campells, because a lot of the other wait staff would quit because they weren't making good tips. Naomi was the gold standard, not that the Campells ever said that, and the other wait staff couldn't help but feel a little put off by her popularity.
None of them actually hated Naomi, mind you. Everybody loved Naomi. You couldn't not love Naomi.
She was sweet, she was patient, she was quick and never forgot anything that any customer asked for. When people thanked her for doing something nice, she always said "Oh, it ain't nuthin' that you didn't deserve." with a slight Southern lilt. And she wasn't hard on the eyes, either.
Naomi wasn't a bombshell, she just had that pretty look that echoed purity and kindness. Men, women, and children alike all found her
Jayes and the American HeiressIn all the Jeeves stories, I believe there is only one that is told in the third person. Time for a challenge – this takes place some time before Bartholomew Judas Rhymaes met Gladys Pugh…Jayes and the American Heiress3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The apartment was spotless, spick and span, so clean you could eat your breakfast off the table if Jayes had allowed it. He would have it no other way – in his role as Gentleman’s Personal Gentleman to the Honourable Bartholomew J Rhymaes, Bart, he exercised perfection in all things, both domestic and professional. In fact, as he looked around the modern apartment, Jayes was reminded of the old maxim “Tidy room, tidy mind.”
This particular spring day, Jayes was putting away some small items, while his employer was discoursing on a subject close to his heart…
“Jayes, I tell you she is perfection incarnate.” Barty reclined on the sofa, reading the newspapers in his dressing gown, as was his practice to do so. It was im
Why No Second Litter?"You're coming hunting with us right?" Kestrelflight asked him eagerly, hurrying away from Sorrelfox and Birchpaw to invite him to come with them.Why No Second Litter?4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked up at him eagerly with her excited amber eyes, and Hazefire knew he couldn't say 'no' to his old Apprentice even if he wanted to, so he smiled and nodded, "Of course," he waved his tail in greeting to Sorrelfox, a tom he had started getting on quite well with over the last few moons. The two of them had been Apprentices together, although they'd hardly ever spoken then, it was strange how you grew apart from those you'd been so close with when you were younger, and grew closer to new friends that you hadn't done anything more than nod at back then.
"Nice to have you to talk to while the two love birds gossip" Sorrelfox greeted in a whisper, but Kestrelflight's ears twitched and she went bright red, shooting a glare at him.
Hazefire purred in amusement, it was nice to see Kestrelflight and Birchpaw getting on so well, and if Matesh
Frosty FestivalThe streets of Andalusst were filled with citizens and guild members alike. Several of them were bumping shoulders, feet and wings as they all continued to file in towards the same place, the Avalodge.Frosty Festival6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Among the shuffle was a Hippopotas with a pair of dark blue bands around his front legs and the smallest of scars on his lower right side. The ground types eyes were opened wide as he constantly turned his head from side to side, amazed by the amount of people that were heading to the ambassadors party. Of course, his own amazement didn’t prevent him from occasionally bumping in to fellow partygoers on the way.
“Aster pay attention to where you are going,” a stern voice called from above him, causing the sand hippo to look up to see his partner, a Pidove glaring down at him. She wore a dark purple vest around her chest as she hovered above all the chaos.
“Sorry Prita!” the Hippopotas called up with a flustered look on his face.
My Dream Diary Entry 1: Sat Oct 18 2014 The AncientsMy Dream Diary Entry 1: Sat Oct 18 20141 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was in my small palace, it was a day like any other. The sounds of the tropical jungle around us were welcoming, and the princess was as beautiful as ever. I had been here for more than a hundred years--and I have been the princess' caretaker for fifteen now. It was a nice place for someone like me to settle down. The life here was peaceful.
I greeted my princess as per normal, bowing low and carrying her off her bed. For tasks like these I would be a male, as my princess had an array of attractive young men to tend to her every beck and call. Once we made our way to the royal bathing pool, I had changed into my female form, for obvious reasons.
My princess was named Hannah, and she had Red Ombre hair that started off as fiery copper, and ended in beautiful gold. She was a sweet thing, like a flower that grew up in a time of nothing but serenity and peace.
It was then that the sounds of the forest suddenly went quiet. The bath was located near a wooden carvi
Counting the Deathberries"Pitchpaw could you go and get Hollowgaze?" Snaketail lay down carefully, holding out his front paw. He'd been trying to show her a good way of jumping down on prey from the trees, but had landed awkwardly on his front paw in the process, apparently his muscle added to his weight making tree climbing harder for him.Counting the Deathberries2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He purred with amusement, "my own fault of course, but Hollowgaze should probably just check it over before I try to put any weight on it."
Just in case it was serious, and because it was cold outside, Pitchpaw ran back to Camp and into the Medicine Cat's Den where she almost collided with Hollowgaze.
"Snaketail..." she panted, "hurt paw... sent me to get you..."
Hollowgaze didn't seem to fazed, smiling at her as he went back into the Den to collect a few herbs to take with him.
"I'm sure he's fine, thanks for coming to get me."
With Hollowgaze gone, she collapsed to the ground to calm her breathing down.
A couple of moments later a wet mossball was dropped in front of her.