Road Trip (Niklaus MikaelsonXSalvatore!Reader)Road Trip (Niklaus MikaelsonXSalvatore!Reader)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
People who knew you well knew you'd do anything for your brothers. You'd gladly die for them as they would for you and making a deal with the devil himself was one of the many sacrifices you've made for them. More specifically for Damon. You and your younger brother Stefan had made a deal with Klaus Mikaelson when Damon had been bitten by Tyler. The deal? To travel with him to find werewolves and to not see Damon again. It was a big thing for you not being able to see your twin but you'd rather him be alive than dead so you quickly accepted the deal. Currently you were sitting in a car with Klaus while Stefan had gone on ahead to track down the pack so Klaus didn't have to. You made it your personal mission on this road trip to annoy the living hell out of the hybrid till he agreed to send you back to Mystic Falls. So you resorted to acting like a child.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we..."
So far that's the 8th time t
Feferi x Reader- Annoying Karkles!Feferi x Reader- Annoying Karkles!13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Glub glub, w)(at do you t)(ink we s)(ould do?” Feferi whispered to you, you both looking over the couch at Karkat as he typed away on his husktop. You shrugged and turned to the teenage Princess.
“Wanna annoy him?” You asked. She nodded. Slinking over to Karkat, you watched as she tapped on his shoulder.
“Uhg, what do you want?” Karkat asked, turning and looking at her. She smiled brightly and pulled him up to his feet.
“DANC-E WIT)( M-E KARKAT!” She yelled, twirling him around. You put your hand over your mouth and began to giggle.
“What?! But I don’t dance-” You pulled out your phone and began playing tango music. Karkat’s face went blank, then blood red as he and Feferi danced around the room awkwardly.
After about 5 minutes, Karkat finally pulled away and glared over at you. You waved and he stomped over to you, pulling the phone from you and turning it off.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Who is the True Evil?Who is the True Evil?3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a dark time in the life of the Avatar. The earth queen was dead. Chaos ran through the earth kingdom. Her friends were severely beaten and nearly killed. Her very own father may very well be dead. Still Korra did what she felt she had to. To voluntarily allow herself to be taken by the radical group known as the Red Lotus.
Their leader Zaheer now had her at his mercy. His reasoning was not yet clear.
He was not your typical world ending villain. But then no one Korra has fought before were anything like she imagined. Bound by chains of platinum. She knew there was little she could do to attempt to escape before they would be on her.
So resolving to bide her time. She waited in hopes of an opening.
But again nothing would come the way she expected it.
"What are you after Zaheer?" Korra demanded from her bound position as she watched him calmly meditating while his apparen
Which Do You Prefer, Hot or Cold?There is a town named Fortuna that has a most unusual guardian. The guardian's name is a nineteen year old girl named Snjór White. She is a brave, yet kind, warrior who mainly relays on ice in battle. Not only can she conjure up icicles and launch them at opponents, she is also extremely agile and can fight for a long time. In her spare time, she enjoys ice hockey, ice cream, and snowball fights. Normally she's always on a constant vigil, never letting her guard down for anything bad, or out of the ordinary, thing to occur. However, she'll discover that some of the things she likes can get the better of her.Which Do You Prefer, Hot or Cold?20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One winter morning after a snowball fight with her pet snow dragon, Aeron, Snjór felt a little rumble in her belly.
Snjór: *feels rumbling belly* "Boy, all that snowball fighting is making me hungry. I know, I'll have those ice cream sandwiches I made."
She got to her bag that contained her delicious dessert
Operation Pink Hippo (AvengersXReader) OneShot“(L/N) you take the South West entrance. Once you’re in, head down to target twelve and pick up the package. No matter what happens you are to never abort mission and take someone else’s target, understood. Any civilians in your way will be taken down, getting that package is our top most priority. (L/N)’s code name will be Purgatory,” Clint looked at everyone seated around the table. Tony, (F/N), Bucky, and Loki. Clint had picked the badest of the bad for this mission, and Tony, knowing only they could accomplish it. “You all know your parts. Any questions.”Operation Pink Hippo (AvengersXReader) OneShot15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki was the first to come with concerns. Which he had a very big one… “Surely you could have come up with a better code name for me. Why must mine be Moose?” He demanded.
Clint almost chuckled, “Because Reindeer was too obvious. Anyone else?” This time Buck was the one to speak. Which he rarely did, he was more of the silent badass type.
“I have to. Wha
Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (2/3)Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (2/3)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
„Deck the halls with boughs of holly, falalala laaah-la lalalah! Tis the season to be jolly, falalala laaah-la lalalah!“
Enna's singing would've been absolutely beautiful if it wasn't for annoying sound of hammer hitting against iron. It almost reminded Jack of forging and he sighed while reading a book. It was hard to concentrate on reading with his super-hearing and this noise. Despite her ''lab'' being down in the basement, the sounds of her sawing, welding and hitting things were clearly heard.
“Ho-ho-ho, who wouldn't go? Ho-ho-ho, who wouldn't go? Up on the rooftop click-click-click, down trough the chimney with good saint Nick!“ Aaaand dozens of creaking hits in between. The cannibal groaned, throwing his head back against the headrest. He would've gone reading outside long time ago if it wasn't for that cold. And he didn't really have a proper winter jacket. Not that he wasn't resistant to different time conditions, but still –
BEKHETT. #O1.Capítulo 01: ABISMO.BEKHETT. #O1.19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Estaba todo tan bien, y de la nada... ¿Cómo podré vivir ahora...?
Sol, nubes, el cielo azul... Era un día... ¿Normal? Aún no entiendo muy bien el concepto de "normalidad" de ésta isla.
Digamos que era un día común como cualquier otro. Una pequeña brisa soplaba y movía las flores y hojas de los árboles en un incesante baile... No es como si yo me estuviera fijando en eso.
"Era un día encantador[...]", según escribió mi amiga Zeleste en una pizarra de la casa, "[...]ideal para hacer un picnic" decía ahí. Nos pusimos de acuerdo y Zeleste y yo salimos de la casa con una canasta de comida, cerramos la puerta de la casa y, en vista de que últimamente lo encargos de aventuras y misiones habían cesado, nos dirigimos a un precipicio cerca de nuestra casa-roca-flotante. Siempre creímos que el paisaje selvático bajo el precipicio valía
Scholate kitten tryouts notice- three days leftThree days until Schocolate kittens are due!Scholate kitten tryouts notice- three days left1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
There will not be another extension!
We are in need of try outs for Elizabeth (she's albino guys what are you waiting for?), the other two do have tryouts, but feel free to audition for them as well!
Everyone who earns the kitten will be getting free headshots
Dirk x Jake- Sharing TalentsDirk x Jake- Sharing Talents2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“So how the fuck am I supposed to be holding this?” Dirk asked Jake, holding one of his pistols.
“Okay, I’ve got this. Do you want to shoot with one or two hands?” Jake asked. Dirk shrugged.
“Two I guess?” Dirk asked more than stated. Jake smiled and nodded.
“Alright. Now, grab this part with your dominant hand…” He moved Dirk’s fingers down to the grip. “And put your thumb up here near the trigger, but this won’t be the finger you use to pull it.” Dirk did so.
“Holy shit, how do you remember this?” Dirk asked. Jake shrugged and laughed.
“I guess I just do it a lot?” He smiled. “Okay, next, take your other hand,” he grabbed Dirk’s hand softly, blushing. “Next, take the heel of your hand, the bottom part of your palm, into the rest of the grip space. Make sure it covers it all. Yes, good job chap!”
“Shit this feels unnatural dude.” Dirk co
Same Species, Different SizesYou have encountered a giant version of you species (or tiny if you want to switch)Same Species, Different Sizes10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
F. Demon (Incubus/Succubus)
The Bouncing WedgieBouncing Wedgie: The victim is given a wedgie and then bounced, if you can't bounce the victim then just start jumping. Either way the underwear will repeatedly be wedged up the victim's butt. This can be a good technique to use if you plan on giving the victim an Atomic Wedgie or a Shoulder Wedgie (the bounces stretching the underwear).The Bouncing Wedgie16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bouncing Wedgie:Sort of like the machine-gun of wedgies the Bouncing Wedgie is great for giving undie-burn to your victim’s butthole. The key to giving a successful Bouncing Wedgie is height, lifting your victim off the ground so each bounce is like landing in a Hanging Wedgie. Depending on your height and upper body strength you may just need to resort to jumping up and down, this gets the same effect minus your victim looking like they’re trying to fly.
The easiest victim is going to be small and light weight, most likely this means you being an evil older brother or sister stretching out your younger sibling’s Sesame Street underwe
21. Dezember - DoflamingoxCrocodile (Real Life)Missmutig saß ich auf diesem komplett versifften Bett in diesem viel zu kleinen Hotelzimmer und hielt den Hörer eines verdammten Festnetz-Telefons in der linken Hand. Es hatte sogar noch Wählscheibe und Kabel. Ich kam mir vor, als wäre ich in einem widerlichen Schwarzweißfilm gelandet. In einem von denen, die Crocodile so gerne sah. Seine Schuld war es überhaupt, dass ich hier saß. Nur, dass ich mir unter »Geschäftsreise nach England« etwas anderes vorgestellt hatte. Wie zur Hölle kam er nur auf den Gedanken, ich würde mich mit einem so heruntergekommenen Hotel wie diesem hier zufrieden geben, welches keinen seiner drei Sterne auch nur annähernd verdient hatte? Waren wir knapp bei Kasse, oder was?21. Dezember - DoflamingoxCrocodile (Real Life)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ungeduldig drückte ich immer wieder einen Finger auf das Telefonkabel und ließ es nach oben schnappen. Mich mal eben ein paar Länder weiter zu verbinden, dauerte ganz schön lange.
Endlich dann erk
CaptivityYou are keeping captive the love of your life, and they weren't on board at first, but after a few days of breaking them in...Captivity10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A. They didn't change their mind.
B. They love you back
C. They are submissive
D. They obey you like a slave
The Letter to MargeryDearest Margery, I have lived with this thought in my mind for many a year, and can no longer be content with your ways. Many a day now you have called me and left not a single message on my answering machine, and to be quite honest the sound of your heavy breathing is not as much of a turn-on as you appear to believe. Even if I should ignore the calls, your actions in-person are simply deplorable! Why must it be so tedious to coax you into keeping your bloomers on? Truly deplorable, indeed. And your hair- a matted mess of sauces and waxes and dyes and colours, it is very well liable to cause an epileptic attack! Margery, cut your hair; it grows with the appearance of something quite rude which should neither be spoken of in public hearing nor private conversation. Your dresses, should the drapes be called with such a semblance- burn them! Hideous. Literally every moment which I am near you I am filled with an urge to defecate! Completely unbearable! Love, your stank is an abominable oThe Letter to Margery1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The preterit's colourSnow wanted to be Red Hood; wanted a wolf devouring her. And among the many devoted wolves she got---caring about her royal bitchness---she took a place in the whiteness.The preterit's colour3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
19. Dezember - YasoppxBen (Canon)Seit Tagen schon hing der Käpt'n nur noch seufzend über der Reling. Starrte in die Ferne und hatte nicht einmal mehr Lust sich zu besaufen. Ob das wohl daran lag, dass er sein Wichtelgeschenk noch nicht bekommen hatte? Ganz sicher lag das daran. Wir veranstalteten das heimliche Geschenkeverteilen jedes Jahr. Einfach, um auch auf unser Piratenschiff ein wenig weihnachtliche Stimmung zu holen. Nun war es aber doch schon reichlich spät und selbst ich – der Depp vom Dienst – hatte gestern eine ganze Kiste voller Plätzchen bekommen. Warum also musste Shanks so lange ausharren und darben?19. Dezember - YasoppxBen (Canon)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ein ungeduldig über das Deck tigernder Ben war die Antwort.
»Sag mal, ist was?«, fragte ich ihn, als er schon zum gefühlt hundertsten Mal an mir vorbeikam, wie ich das Schiff durch dichten Nebel steuerte.
»Nein, es ist nichts«, murmelte er. Blieb dann aber stehen und wandte sich zu mir um.
»Yasopp, sag mal«, bega
Shamchat 4This is a conversation between Castiel and yourself, Chica Chicken.Shamchat 43 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chica Chicken: Hi!
Castiel: supply me with drugs chica chicken
Chica Chicken: Welcomt to Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria funland mall!
Castiel: not hell again
Castiel has left the conversation.
Shamchat 3This is a conversation between Adam Miligan and yourself, Bonnie Bunny.Shamchat 34 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bonnie Bunny: Hey there kid!
Adam Miligan: hi?
Bonnie Bunny: You want a slice of pizza?
Adam Miligan: im fine thanks
Bonnie Bunny: How about a front-row seat to the show?
Adam Miligan: I'm trapped in Hell
Adam Miligan: douche
Bonnie Bunny: We don't use that language in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Funland Mall, friendo!
Adam Miligan: I'm in HELL
Adam Miligan: FUCK OFF
Bonnie Bunny: Now now now
Bonnie Bunny: if you don't behave yourself we'll have tio fix you
Adam Miligan: FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK
Adam Miligan: LATER DOUCHE
Adam Miligan has left the conversation.
Rite of PassageI didn't know what my friends had planned that night. They said it was a "rite of passage." I still wasn't entirely sure what I would be passing to or from but their excitement was contagious and I wondered what that night would hold for me. We'd been driving down the highway for hours before we finally turned off on some country road in the middle of nowhere.Rite of Passage5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned around in my seat to watch the highway disappear behind us. We were officially outside of civilization. My friends had been playing this up for me all night, but they still wouldn't tell me what it was we were doing. They said it had to be at night so we wouldn't get caught and that the only good place to do it was out in the country. We were certainly out in the country. I saw a light up in the distance and I could tell from my friends' expressions that we had reached our destination.
As we pulled closer what had been just a speck of light in the distance began to take the form of a restaurant. It was no restaurant I'd