The Hunger Games OC TemplateThe Hunger Games Tribute MakerThe Hunger Games OC Template4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Appearance (be descriptive!)
Personality (three words isn't a freaking personality!):
Strengths: (No more than 4)
Weaknesses: (No less than 3)
Weapon of choice:
Special Skills: (These are things that they do well that might make them stand out from the other tributes)
Reaction to reaping:
Interview Angle: (i.e. aloof, flirty, dangerous, mysterious, etc.)
Training room strategy:
What skill did they show to gamemakers?:
What kind of score would they get? (be realistic):
Way of death?: (How would you like them to die?)
Other: (Anything else you want to add?)
*EDIT* This is for anyone and everyone to use. Please leave me a comment if you used it! I'd love to see your OC!
Hunger Game Oc ProfileHunger Game Oc Profile3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hunger Game Oc Profile
Here's is another Oc template profile kind of thing for your Hunger Game character.....so enjoy.
Date of Birth:
On the Field:
Family & Relationships
FoxholeDearest Ella.Foxhole2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Excuse my handwriting, for I am in an uncomfortable position as I write this. Please take the time to decipher what I have penned down because it is of the utmost importance. You see, Ella, I am cowering in a foxhole. Every few seconds, a shell will land and spray me with dirt and shrapnel. I cannot hear anything but the earth-shaking thunder of explosions, and I cannot see anything because my head is pressed close to the dirt, for fear that a stray chunk of rock or mud will take out my eye. I am waiting to die, you see, just like everyone else in this God-forsaken country. Waiting for that mortar round with my name on it to whistle down from the sky, fall into my little trench and blow me to kingdom come. There is nothing to do, but wait. Wait for that shell.
I wish I could tell you I am brave. I wish I could tell you I am fighting for my country. But I am not. I am not a savior, or a liberator, or a symbol of freedom. To the people of this country, I am the represent
One with nature (Logan x Reader)One with nature (Logan x Reader)One with nature (Logan x Reader)3 months ago in Humor More Like This
A light spring breeze filled the air with the scent of rich pollen as two figures walked along the edge of a forest, an older, larger man being followed by a petite little girl as they carried bundles of wood on their backs and in their hands. It had been a long day for Logan and his daughter (d/n) collecting firewood for their cabin in the hills and he couldn't wait to get home.
"Hey Daddy?" The small girl called out, running up along side her father, "Can we get some flowers for mommy?" Logan looked down at his daughter, an exact copy of his wife (y/n), and gave a heavy sigh before giving her an answer.
"Sure, why not." (d/n)'s (e/c) eyes lit up as her request was granted and grabbed her father's hand.
"Mommy likes the flowers over here," she stated, pointing towards the direction and slightly dragging her dad along. Logan couldn't help but smile at this as the pair reached a small field, littered with bright and colorful flowers of all shapes an
Levi x Reader-The Monster Within Me (Part 1) Humans are such odd creatures.Levi x Reader-The Monster Within Me (Part 1)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
They readily ride off to their deaths by following another's command. You always watch their struggles from affair from your favourite tree. Yet, you can still see everything so clearly. Today, they begin the process like they usually do. They create a loud ruckus from the gates, screaming that this time will be the time that they return in triumph. This changes nothing, you know that they'll return with fewer members. The smiles gone from their faces and replaced with horror.
Titans are such odd creatures.
They eat the odd humans, with no need for the nutrition. You cannot understand why they do it, is it to cure their boredom? You seek to find out, always following the humans from the treeline. The Titans always get to them, in the end. Ripping humans apart, spilling their pretty red blood all over the ground. You wonder if it hurts, it must for they scream loudly in pain. Sometimes, they even beg to the Titans for them to le
Creepypasta X Reader Intro"I think this is the right place..." You murmured to yourself as you knocked on the door.Creepypasta X Reader Intro1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Coming!" You heard someone yell and before you knew it you were pulled inside
"Hey (y/n)!" Your friend Nicole smiled
"Hey..." You looked around and saw people and creatures you knew as "Creepypastas" in the room partying.
"....the hell...?" You murmured
"You remember them right?" Nicole asked you
"Yeah...I remember..." You replied
"Good! Now c'mon!" She grabbed you by the hand and ran with you into the crowd.
"Oh god..." You said to yourself
House of Life OC TemplateBasicsHouse of Life OC Template3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Following the path of
Blood of the Pharaohs?:
General magical capabilities:
(Something that explains everything well, but doesn't overdo it.)
Unexpected, Chapter 1Do not like slash? Then do not read, it's as simple as that!Unexpected, Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This story is Jakeward. Or is it Edcob? Well, whatever it is, it's Edward/Jake. Enjoy!
I let out an irritated sigh as he walked over to Sams house. They, as in, all of the La Push wolves and the elders, had invited the leeches to OUR reservation to discuss the treaty. I, thankfully (or unthankfully?) had just discovered my roots, as Dad liked to call it and could therefore go to the stupid meeting. Yay. I was really curious to find out what we were going to change about the treaty, though. I mean, wouldnt we meet them on the boarder of the reservation? Bah. Whatever.
Heeeeey, Jake! Embry shouted, grinning. Nice to see ya, kiddo! He pulled me into a noogie, making my ponytail fall out.
Embry, I whined, grabbing the rubber band off the floor. Dont call me that! Im only a few months younger than you!
Embry grinned, look
Pursuit of Happiness: ProlougePursuit of Happiness: Prolouge4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Grimmjow was walking pass the Sakura tree at the cemetery to the familiar grave. He has been going to this site, everyday, for 5 years since that faithful day.
He follows long path up a hill were a big tree rest over the grave.
"You always love your Japanese maple didn't you Berry."
He sat down on the ground next to Ichigo's headstone.
"Your garden at home is starting to bloom again it reminds me of how hard you work to make it beautiful."
He lowers his head as tears start to run down his face. The wind starts to blow against the tree and blows some of Grimmjow hair out of his face.
"I know Berry I shouldn't cry, but I miss seeing you in my life it's been 5 fucking years"
The wind picks up and starts blowing Sakura petals around from a neighboring tree.
"Yeah yeah I know watch the language." He smiles as he knows that his Berry didn't like it when he cursed.
He can imagine his chocolate eyes scrunch up with a frown. Oh, how he miss that look. Grim sighs as he sits there looking at
(Maximum Ride) Iggy x reader(Maximum Ride) Iggy x reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Maximum Ride) Iggy x reader
Your name is _________. You are a freak technically you have wings like the rest of the group. When Jeb took everyone out of there he also took you. You, Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel grew up together in the school. You and Iggy were really close and still are before he was blind, so he knows what you look like.
We were all at the house on the mountains and nobody was up except _________. You decided to go sit out on a tree branch outside the house at like 7:00am. About 3 hours later you hear people in the house walking and talking. “Hey guys does anyone know where __________ is
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
And Baby Makes Three (TomxReader)And Baby Makes Three (TomxReader)6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stood in front of the tall mirror, examining yourself in your dress. You had tried on so many, but due to the swelling of your stomach, nothing looked right. You were about in tears. You wanted to look just perfect for tonight, because you knew that everyone was expecting you, (Y/n) Hiddleston, to be one of the best dressed looking women there. You cried out in frustration and set on the bed, sobbing. Tom ran in then, hearing your distress.
“What’s wrong my heart?” He asked, walking over to you.
“I’m…so…fat!” You sobbed. Tom smiled softly and set on the bed by you, wrapping an arm around you.
“You are not fat.” Tom said, putting his other hand on your belly. “You are carrying our child. It’s the one who’s fat.” He said, making you laugh. You smiled up at him, eyes red and puffy from crying.
“How are you always so good at this?” You asked, making Tom raise an eyebrow in confusion. “
Poptart Sauerkraut Sandwich (ThorxPregnant!Reader)Poptart Sauerkraut Sandwich (Thor x Pregnant! Reader)Poptart Sauerkraut Sandwich (ThorxPregnant!Reader)9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were trying to roll yourself out of the covers, just barely being able to sit upright on the edge of your bed. The sudden movement caused you to become dizzy and nauseas. Step by step, you prepped yourself up and stumbled over to the bathroom, where you began to upchuck everything in your stomach. Being pregnant wasn’t easy: you had to deal with morning sickness, weight gain, fatigue but the worst of it was the cravings. This baby was all over the place with what to eat and how much of it, just like his father Thor. You giggled at the thought of this while you cleaned yourself up and got dressed for the day.
“Hmm, I wonder what you want this time,” You smiled as you cradled your swollen abdomen. A sharp kick against your hands signaled that your kid was more than happy to eat something as you made your way to the kitchen. You scanned the refrigerator but found nothing to suit your,
Doctor Expert on Child Development (BrucexReader)Doctor Expert on Child Development (Bruce x Pregnant! Reader)Doctor Expert on Child Development (BrucexReader)2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Looking down at the filaments in your microscope, you were suddenly startled by a kick coming from your swollen abdomen. You sighed, swinging your body away from the counter and looking down at your growing middle. You had just hit the twenty four week mark and it was starting to show. Trailing your fingers across your skin, you received another kick, gaining a giggle from you in response.
"He should be able to hear that now," you mused, thinking about how your son might be reacting to your laughter.
"(y/n)?" You turned to see Bruce, your husband, standing in the doorway with a smile carved onto his face.
"Yes, Bruce?" You answered back, swiveling your chair towards his direction.
"I got a surprise for you, that is if you can walk," Bruce joked, walking towards you and holding out his hand.
"I can walk just fine, Bruce," you retorted, getting up on your own accord, "Now show me."
"Not yet! It's a surprise," Bruce smirke
Static (Pietro x Reader) (Drabble)Static (Pietro x Reader) (Drabble)Static (Pietro x Reader) (Drabble)2 months ago in Romance More Like This
The quick shuffling of feet against the carpet alerted you slightly to an approaching figure as you sat quietly on the couch, reading a book, before looking over your shoulder, the figure revealing himself as your boyfriend, Pietro Maximoff.
"Pietro, what are you doing?" You asked, a brow raised as you closed your book and turned to face him.
"Nothing," Pietro retorted, shaking his head before poking your cheek and sending an acute electrical shock through your system. Goose bumps formed along all your skin and your hair frizzed out as the static ran along your body, causing you to clawed your nails deep into the couch cushion.
"Oww, That hurt," you grumbled, rubbing your cheek as the shock finally dissipated.
"Sorry," Pietro sighed, chuckling at your pain, "I'll be right back."
"Weirdo," you muttered under your breath, brushing your hair back as you tried to relax your tense muscles but you had little time to do so as your boyfrie
Me and Mrs. Jones (Canada x Reader)~Canada’s POV~Me and Mrs. Jones (Canada x Reader)9 months ago in Romance More Like This
I stir my coffee, which has been sweetened with maple syrup, before glancing at my watch. Only 6:20…she’ll be here any moment now.
“Who are you?” Mr. Kumajiro asks, popping his head out of my backpack. I sigh before handing him a donut, which he happily starts munching on. I reach for the maple syrup and pour in a bit more before patting Kuma’s head.
“You know what I told you. Pets aren’t allowed in this café so you have to stay quiet and hidden.”
“I’m hardly a pet.” Kumajiro says between nibbles, before yawing loudly. “Why do you have to meet (Y/N) so early EVERY SINGLE DAY?”
“Oh sure you remember her name. You know this is the only time I can talk with her.” I say looking back at my watch. It’s already 6:29. I begin to get nervous; (Y/N) is always here by 6:30.
“Stop worrying so much. There hasn’t been a day when she doesn’t show up. I know you l
Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”Letters Live2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start
The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny
The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone
The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when it’s too late
Will you wonder what you could’ve done with it
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless romantic
Devoted in the sense I should have been committed
And hopeless as I took our love for granted
I dare you to keep the anguish and torment coming
As it will serve to inspire my greatest work
Assuming my heart pumps love more efficiently than pain
And my mind can refrain from going berserk
Now I sit in frustration with my parchment paper
The ink o
SorrowSorrow is lovingSorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone so much,
But knowing you
can never have them.
BlackI always wear the colour blackBlack2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you
Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome
Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach
Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine
Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen
Black are those things I've gazed upon
With my sorrowful eyes shut tight
Even rainbows become polluted
Within the filth of my mind’s eye
Black is how I’m feeling today
But should I not be feeling blue
Like my blood before you cut it red
Like your blood before I cut you
Black is t
Unconventional, But Unique (StevexTonyxReader)You looked throughout the hallways of Stark Tower, searching endlessly for your boyfriend of many years. You'd consulted the entire team except for Steve on his whereabouts, simply because you couldn't find Steve either. They both had been rather distant lately and none of you could understand why, and when asked about it they just shrugged or laughed it off. But now you really needed to see Tony and talk with him about things Pepper had pleaded with you to convince him to do, and you felt extremely sorry for the poor woman, so you agreed.Unconventional, But Unique (StevexTonyxReader)8 months ago in Drama More Like This
After checking all of the usual spots you had resorted to every single area in the Tower. Jarvis was not responding to you, and you were starting to believe it was under Tony's word. You couldn't understand why, but you had your theories. Well, theory. Tony had found out Pepper had
Bleach: Looking for a FightAt the beckoning of light streaming through the window, Grimmjow reluctantly awoke with a groan. This was, indeed, a situation he was not used to. Blinking away what grogginess he felt, the Espada sat up on his elbows and took a look at the sleeping form next to him. He mused a moment, thinking about the events of the night prior.Bleach: Looking for a Fight6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Looking for a fight, the blood-lusting Espada had entered the material world with the intention of starting a fight with his favorite punching bag. It was nothing, trying to find the redhead. When he did, he carelessly kicked in the glass window, which littered Ichigos bed and floor with shards and splinters. The redhead was anything but excited to see him, and even less pleased at the method of Grimmjows entrance. Ichigo had yelled; Ichigo had cursed. Yet, it didnt go further downhill. Somewhere in the middle of his taunts and Ichigos complaints at his broken window, the situation derailed. In just a few quick moments, the two went fr
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Bruce X Reader)I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Bruce X Reader) (One-shot)I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Bruce X Reader)4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh my! Look guys! It's Santa!" you yelled to your kids as you opened the door. They came running to the door from the living room, their faces full of excitement.
"Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas." Santa said as he entered the home. Justin coward behind you as Maggie ran to Santa and gave him a hug. "Hello Maggie, and how old are you this year?"
"Five!" she shouted.
"You're getting so big!" Santa grinned underneath his beard. "And what about you Justin? How old are you this year?" He shied away, not answering.
"He's three, gonna be four on New Year’s." you answered for him.
"Well a happy early birthday to you." Santa continued smiling.
Soon the celebration went on into the living room. Santa gave out gifts, an Elsa doll and costume for Maggie, and a toy Harry Potter wand and costume for Justin. Then Santa had to leave, waving goodbye as he went out the door.
"Alrighty, time for bed." you said as you motioned your children to