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Prologue The smoky small room was tight. He looked at the desk in front of him. Fiddling with a cigarette in his hands.Papers. And even more papers.He wondered if he was ever going to get out of this heck known as paperwork.No light. Darkness surrounded him. Except for two small candles, which were barely flickering to begin with. He shuffled through the papers. Then, he came across a certain file."The Muppets....hmmmm...." He mused to himself.He set the file down, and stepped over to a small filing cabinet across the tiny room. He opened it up, and flitted through the papers, when he found one green file folder. He smiled, his fangs glin...

"I'm Kaito," his name echoed in my thoughts as I toyed with my apple, spinning it like a top on the cool table. I hadn't seen the mysterious boy from the carnival in the last month; a twinge of sadness tightened the muscles in my stomach. The sudden emotion made me feel sour, I felt abandoned…used by someone who just happened to be horny in a Ferris wheel.But his eyes, Oh god… that boy's eyes. That sincere, stormy blue hue to chilled me to the bone, but heated my body to heat up also. My heartbeat quickened as I thought about that beautiful azure shade, and how it rendered me so defenseless.My memories from that night suddenly replayed ins...

Saturday October 13. 2018The rays of sunlight on a chilly yet bright dawn break through the windows of Leni’s room, waking up Lincoln.  As he rubs the crust and dreariness from his eyes, he looks at his older sister, who is still asleep.  Leni looked so tranquil and contented in her slumber that he didn’t want to wake her up, especially knowing how devastated she was the night before.  He snuck out of bed to get himself ready for the day he had planned out for Leni.  When he got into the bathroom, he felt rather different, and when he took off his shirt, what he saw shocked him.LINCOLN:  Aaah!  My torso and arms…they’re so hard and chisele...

Rocket x Reader There For You Part 2 a Reader-Insert by SophiaofTerra (c) (GOTG SPOILERS AHEAD)                   You sat alone in your room on the Milano. The battle was only yesterday, but you couldn’t help it as you relived each piece bit by bit in the last hour. It was the most exciting thing to happen to you since, uh, a long, long time ago. Come to think of it, it was the most exciting thing to happen to you. But in spite of it being PTSD worthy, it wasn’t the most troubling.             No, no. It wasn’t even close.             The most troubling piece, the part that nipped at your heart-strings, was the fact that you were in love...

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR YOOSUNG'S GOOD END! PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT IT SPOILED! Your hands wrung together as you paced the apartment, heels clicking across the hardwood floors. You took another deep breath, smoothing your dress out for the hundredth time and sat on the edge of the couch cushion. It was the day of the party. The day that Yoosung would finally meet you face to face. You bounced your knee as your nerves got the better of you. What if he didn't like the way you looked? Seven was the only one that knew what you looked like. V was probably in the know too, but none of the others had met you yet.You thought back to the odd...

League of the Fallen: Kanto Region This is a story that is based completely on the Pokemon games using a slightly modified version of the Nuzlock rules. the rules are as followed. ⦁ Any Pokémorph that faints from an orgasm is captured by the enemy. ⦁ The player may only catch the rarest Pokémorph encountered in each area, and none else. If the first Pokémorph encountered faints or flees, there are no second chances. If the first encounter in the area is a Double Battle in dark grass, the player may choose which of the two Pokémorph they would like to catch. ⦁ Must also nickname all of their Pokémorph, ⦁ A black out/white out is considered ...

  It was quite a sight when Alfred Jones, the human personification of America, got drunk. He could really hold his liquor, unlike Arthur Kirkland, his technical older brother. So it took a lot of drinks to get the blue eyed, dark blonde haired country wasted.     But that is exactly what happened tonight. Alfred showed up at your door, no doubt driven here by a few of the other countries and then plopped down at your door before they all took off running.     Your name is (Name) (Last), the personification of (country), and you were really good friends with Alfred. You'd met a long time ago when he first became a country, you were also st...