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Indiana Jones and The Scepter of Saints

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Indiana Jones and The Scepter of Saints

So sorry this is so late babe. This is a late birthday present for my girlfriend, Masterof4elements. I hope this makes up for it, and feel free to hit me if we ever meet in public. Indiana Jones, Marion, and all related characters belong to Lucasfilm. Marion stood in this small but pristine art gallery in Constantinople. She and her date, one Indiana Jones, had agreed to meet here and discuss what to do for dinner. Said date was off elsewhere, taking care of “University obligations” as he had phrased it. But Marion knew there was about a fifty fifty shot at that being the real story. It wasn’t that Indiana Jones was really a liar, so much that he liked to surprise her. It might not have been true, but he wasn’t trying to totally deceive her. Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when a pair of harshly calloused hands grabbed the back of her shoulders and spun her around. She was now face to face with a man about as tall as she was. His dark skinned face was matted with

Smash Fitness: Proposal

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Smash Fitness: Proposal

One day, while poking around on deviantart, I came across some art depicting Little Mac and the Wii Fit Trainer as a couple. I instantly fell in love with the ship. I don’t know if there is a popular ship name for them so I’ll make one: Smash Fitness. If there is one, or you have something better, please comment. Anyway, here’s a quick little story. Little Mac, Wii Fit Trainer, and all related characters belong to Nintendo. He jogged along the streets of New Donk City, towards the location he and his girlfriend of over two years now had settled upon, that being the New Donk Gym. The Gym was massive, not only having a huge public area, but also having several smaller areas that could be reserved. She was always one step ahead of him on that, and a lot of things. But he doubted she could see the surprise he had in store coming. He arrived at the gym, taking off his pink hoodie, hanging it on the provided coat rack.. He was about five and half feet tall. Black hair, muscles so

The Diamond City Superhero Chapter Eight

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The Diamond City Superhero Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight. Confrontations. The Mayor of Diamond City, one Steven McHall, sat at his rotund desk in his spacious office. He was a heavyset man, early fifties. His hair was a sleek grey mop on his head, yet this only added to the grandfatherly air he worked so hard to give off. He was a very kind, patient, and generous man. He would regularly donate to charities, sometimes substantial amounts, always of his own money. Many of these were for toys or school supplies for less fortunate children, depending on the season. He wore a blue suit jacket over a white dress shirt, but also regular jeans and sneakers. At least, he did this when he was expecting to spend the day working in his office. When he knew he would be addressing the public, he wore the full suit as expected. His motto was “Professional when I need to be, Casual when I can be.” He was known for having casual Fridays at City Hall, which his advisors had been in massive opposition of, but he’d been right that it put

It's Morphin' Time Again!

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It's Morphin' Time Again!

You hear the monster start to growl You hear Lord Zedd begin to howl, You know there’s putties on the prowl. And It's Morphin’ time again We've got to battle for what’s right. It's Morphin’ time again Grab your morpher, time to fight! Yes indeed, it’s Morphin’ time! You hear the cackle of a fiend You know that nothing's as it seems You know there's monsters on the scene 'Cause It's Morphin’ time again We've got to battle for what’s right It's Morphin’ time again Grab your morpher, time to fight! Yes indeed, it’s Morphin’ time! All the people run in fear And the monsters taunt and sneer Coming down to commit crime, Don't you know it's Morphin’ time? And. It's Morphin’ time again We've got to battle for what’s right! Yes, It's Morphin’ time again Grab your morpher, time to fight! Yes indeed, It’s Morphin’ Time!

The Ballad of John

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The Ballad of John

John was the kind of guy you loved to hate. Mid-fifties, douchey sunglasses, unkempt beard. A barrel-chested man always wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and flip flops. Had more money than you, and took every chance he could to remind you of that fact. He always bragged he had enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life, so we all had to wonder why the fuck he was wasting his, and more importantly, our time here. Always telling the story about how he'd won the custody battle against his ex-wife, only to send his two kids, Adam and Pepper, to some snobbish boarding school which they had probably hated, and still laughed about it twenty years later. Every time he told it, he always acted like it was the first time he'd said it to you, expecting you to either laugh along with him or be shocked at how low he could stoop. He liked the latter better, it gave him an excuse to lower his shades, looking at you with his green eyes, his mouth in a shit eating smirk, his brows

The Diamond City Superhero Chapter Seven

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The Diamond City Superhero Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven. This Superhero Life. Martha O’Connor awoke the next morning. She was hoping that stupid girl her son had brought home was simply a dream. Then, as she groggily rose out of bed, it dawned on her that it was no dream. He’d brought a girl home. Most mothers would be happy that their son had done such a thing, and was making friends. Martha, on the other hand, wasn’t sure what to think. “Well,” she mused to herself as she went downstairs to the kitchen, “time for my morning bourbon.” But as she opened the cupboard that normally housed all her alcohol, she found it bare. She frantically searched all over the kitchen, before catching a whiff of various drinks coming from the sink. She checked, and to her horror, discovered that somebody, probably the girl, had dumped all her alcohol down the sink. Next to the sink, there was a note. “You’re a mom. Start acting like it. To help you, I dumped all your booze down the sink, and will keep doing that if you buy more. Grow up.”
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Indiana Jones and The Scepter of Saints

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Indiana Jones and The Scepter of Saints

So sorry this is so late babe. This is a late birthday present for my girlfriend, Masterof4elements. I hope this makes up for it, and feel free to hit me if we ever meet in public. Indiana Jones, Marion, and all related characters belong to Lucasfilm. Marion stood in this small but pristine art gallery in Constantinople. She and her date, one Indiana Jones, had agreed to meet here and discuss what to do for dinner. Said date was off elsewhere, taking care of “University obligations” as he had phrased it. But Marion knew there was about a fifty fifty shot at that being the real story. It wasn’t that Indiana Jones was really a liar, so much that he liked to surprise her. It might not have been true, but he wasn’t trying to totally deceive her. Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when a pair of harshly calloused hands grabbed the back of her shoulders and spun her around. She was now face to face with a man about as tall as she was. His dark skinned face was matted with

Smash Fitness: Proposal

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Smash Fitness: Proposal

One day, while poking around on deviantart, I came across some art depicting Little Mac and the Wii Fit Trainer as a couple. I instantly fell in love with the ship. I don’t know if there is a popular ship name for them so I’ll make one: Smash Fitness. If there is one, or you have something better, please comment. Anyway, here’s a quick little story. Little Mac, Wii Fit Trainer, and all related characters belong to Nintendo. He jogged along the streets of New Donk City, towards the location he and his girlfriend of over two years now had settled upon, that being the New Donk Gym. The Gym was massive, not only having a huge public area, but also having several smaller areas that could be reserved. She was always one step ahead of him on that, and a lot of things. But he doubted she could see the surprise he had in store coming. He arrived at the gym, taking off his pink hoodie, hanging it on the provided coat rack.. He was about five and half feet tall. Black hair, muscles so

The Diamond City Superhero Chapter Eight

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The Diamond City Superhero Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight. Confrontations. The Mayor of Diamond City, one Steven McHall, sat at his rotund desk in his spacious office. He was a heavyset man, early fifties. His hair was a sleek grey mop on his head, yet this only added to the grandfatherly air he worked so hard to give off. He was a very kind, patient, and generous man. He would regularly donate to charities, sometimes substantial amounts, always of his own money. Many of these were for toys or school supplies for less fortunate children, depending on the season. He wore a blue suit jacket over a white dress shirt, but also regular jeans and sneakers. At least, he did this when he was expecting to spend the day working in his office. When he knew he would be addressing the public, he wore the full suit as expected. His motto was “Professional when I need to be, Casual when I can be.” He was known for having casual Fridays at City Hall, which his advisors had been in massive opposition of, but he’d been right that it put

It's Morphin' Time Again!

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It's Morphin' Time Again!

You hear the monster start to growl You hear Lord Zedd begin to howl, You know there’s putties on the prowl. And It's Morphin’ time again We've got to battle for what’s right. It's Morphin’ time again Grab your morpher, time to fight! Yes indeed, it’s Morphin’ time! You hear the cackle of a fiend You know that nothing's as it seems You know there's monsters on the scene 'Cause It's Morphin’ time again We've got to battle for what’s right It's Morphin’ time again Grab your morpher, time to fight! Yes indeed, it’s Morphin’ time! All the people run in fear And the monsters taunt and sneer Coming down to commit crime, Don't you know it's Morphin’ time? And. It's Morphin’ time again We've got to battle for what’s right! Yes, It's Morphin’ time again Grab your morpher, time to fight! Yes indeed, It’s Morphin’ Time!

The Ballad of John

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The Ballad of John

John was the kind of guy you loved to hate. Mid-fifties, douchey sunglasses, unkempt beard. A barrel-chested man always wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and flip flops. Had more money than you, and took every chance he could to remind you of that fact. He always bragged he had enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life, so we all had to wonder why the fuck he was wasting his, and more importantly, our time here. Always telling the story about how he'd won the custody battle against his ex-wife, only to send his two kids, Adam and Pepper, to some snobbish boarding school which they had probably hated, and still laughed about it twenty years later. Every time he told it, he always acted like it was the first time he'd said it to you, expecting you to either laugh along with him or be shocked at how low he could stoop. He liked the latter better, it gave him an excuse to lower his shades, looking at you with his green eyes, his mouth in a shit eating smirk, his brows

The Diamond City Superhero Chapter Seven

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The Diamond City Superhero Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven. This Superhero Life. Martha O’Connor awoke the next morning. She was hoping that stupid girl her son had brought home was simply a dream. Then, as she groggily rose out of bed, it dawned on her that it was no dream. He’d brought a girl home. Most mothers would be happy that their son had done such a thing, and was making friends. Martha, on the other hand, wasn’t sure what to think. “Well,” she mused to herself as she went downstairs to the kitchen, “time for my morning bourbon.” But as she opened the cupboard that normally housed all her alcohol, she found it bare. She frantically searched all over the kitchen, before catching a whiff of various drinks coming from the sink. She checked, and to her horror, discovered that somebody, probably the girl, had dumped all her alcohol down the sink. Next to the sink, there was a note. “You’re a mom. Start acting like it. To help you, I dumped all your booze down the sink, and will keep doing that if you buy more. Grow up.”

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The Diamond City Superhero Prologue

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The Diamond City Superhero Prologue

Long awaited (by some at least) reboot of one of my old stories.  Reworking the canon and everything from the ground up.  So here’s hoping everything goes smoothly this go around. Prologue Feudal Japan, One thousand Years Ago. The smell of burning homes, the screams of dying innocents, and the blood on his hands.  Ah, paradise.  He was massive, not human at all.  A towering purple demon, with powerful arms and legs, a long bony tail with a razor sharp arrow head tip, and red hair that stood up like fire on his head.  His eyes were putrid yellow, with no pupils.  He smiled, revealing his razor-sharp teeth, with blood dripping from
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Just a guy who loves to write.


Art trades: (Closed until I finish the current ones, these guys have been waiting a while)

@rt912: 2 Tempest and Xeno stories.

@shardiseal: Miitopia characters.


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Requests: Ain't happening, unless you're a close friend, in which case let's talk.


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@crush40queen: Baseball story.


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I reserve the right to decline


You can ask for a one shot or a brief multi chapter story. Please limit five chapters for art trades and ten chapters for point commissions.


I will not write for a fandom I don't know about or don't like.


Understand that I am busy and cannot promise a speedy upload. If you rush me, I will cancel.


If you don't like what I made for you, I can redo it, just understand it will take time, and it will go to the bottom of the stack. I won't redo it if you're rude about it.


Motivation is a funny thing for me. Sometimes I get inspired to write the art trades and do them fast. Other times it takes a while to get motivated. This may cause me to do ideas out of order. Please do not be offended if someone behind you gets theirs first, that's just how it is sometimes.


Girlfriend: @masterof4elements


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I know I've had a lot of Loud House dreams lately but this one's gotta take the cake where total strangeness is concerned. Mr. Loud and Lisa were up in this mountain area, where Lisa was testing some hang glider she had made. During their chat, so

My birthday

My birthday

I had a great birthday today! God to hang out with the folks, eat some pizza and delicious dirt and worms cake, and got some great gifts. Thanks to everyone who stopped by to wish me a happy birthday. I had a great one this year. Hey, we should do this again next year!

An odd trend

An odd trend

Is it just me? Or are there a lot of depressing Loud House Fanfictions? Now sure, every fandom has one or two sad fics to their name, but this one? I've heard of at least two Loud House stories with depressing themes to them. Probably the most noteworthy is "Requiem for a Loud". The long and short of it is that Lincoln learns that he is terminally ill and will die in two weeks, so he tries to spend his last weeks on Earth in happiness with his sisters, but sadly that falls flat. His sisters must give him their final goodbyes and ultimately learn to live without him. I swear I choke up if I think about it for too long. Now I know that it's not inherently wrong to write these kinds of stories for TLH, or really any fandom. I treat sad fanfic writers for TLH the same way I treat Loudcest shippers. They have just as much right to do their stuff as I do to not look at it. While Requiem for a Loud isn't going to be on my must read list anytime soon, maybe it's on yours. I know

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Happy belated birthday.

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Mr-Herp-DerpHobbyist Writer

Oh yes, I see now. Thank you!