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Fun with characters--A Writing MemeThis meme is recommended for those writers or visual artists who have numerous Ocs (Original Characters) and love to mess around with them.
1. They must be your own OCs—no stealing from books, TV, movies or video games
2. You must credit me or link to the original meme. Feel free to send me a link if you want to share!
3. Don't be afraid to use OCs from different genres (i.e., A medieval fantasy character could be paired up with a Sci Fi or Fiction character) This takes place in an unnamed void where no one will criticize you for genre-crossing
4. If you make any changes to the meme, such as add or take away questions or character traits, please LET ME KNOW
5. Stay true to your characters (& try to focus on them rather than the setting)
Chose your Participants (willing or unwilling):
1. The Thoughtful one:
2. The Grump:
3. The Ambitious one:
4. The Happy-go-lucky:
5. The Eccentric:
6. The Dignified one:
7. The Raunchy/Disgusting one:
8. The Liar:
To Dream of FallingI dream of falling.
It's not a dream common to angels. After all, we have a pair of wings--or two or three--and we can use them. We float upon the air, dance among the stars, shape the clouds with our breath, and so on. All that lovely wordplay to describe an indescribable. A joy, a graceless power. Flight.
Humans dream of it often, I am told. It makes sense. They have no wings save for what they create with their hands. Airplanes, hang gliders, helicopters. Kites. They are obsessed with the sky, more so than the angels themselves, many of whom will fly three thousand miles rather than walk across the street.
And yet I dream of falling.
And in my dreams, I always start out as what I am--a bookish secretary pushed into a role never intended for him--and I always end as a human.
And the first thing I feel is falling.
Sometimes I jump off the edge of one of the Heavens.
Nerf Guns(Switzerland x Tomboy!Reader)Vash walked out onto his front porch, sitting down to enjoy the sunset when he heard the wheels of a skateboard.'Oh great what is it?' He thought as he stood up to see who was doing what.
He saw a figure, wearing baggy cloths, black high-tops, and a baseball cap, that figure was holding a nerf gun.'Oh great, another idiot moved in next door' He though as the figure skated closer. Vash heard another voice, an annoying one for that matter, it was a girl, a mean one for that matter, her name was (Insert mean girl's name).
The figure skated past his house and in-front of (IMGN)'s house." Ewww, why are you here?" She asked.
The figure smirked and went past her, shooting her right in between the eyes with a nerfdart, covered in mayo."For that!" The figure said in a .....Girlish...? Voice.
"Ewww! Like what is this?"
"Ewww(Y/N) Thats sooooo gross!"
(Y/N) skated away giving a smirk to Vash as she left. Vash had a rather shocked expression on his face. 'Who was that girl?'
Icarus and His SunWhere the flaming tongues of her hair caressed his skin, his flesh became liquid, dripping and sliding from his bones. Malleable. Pliable. Haunted with whimsy, vibrating with a delightful ecstasy that made his lungs as barren and as hungry as a desert. Had there been a time when they- when he- was solid? He almost couldn't recall. Her very presence muddied his mind, pulling him deep into an abyss of pure light.
Where she was warm.
Where she was serene.
Where she was nothing but elation and acceptance.
But for all its glory, it was the one place...
...where he wasn't safe.
He knew he wasn't safe.
And deep inside, he suspected she did, too.
But there was nothing he would rather have than this.
Holding the curves of her face in his hands. Resting her head in his lap. Playing and tempting her lips, softly first, and then passionately, until she burned so bright he could hardly see or think. He could only feel, and try to preserve and tuck the precious sensation
Gabriel X Reader: Angels are Better Than Hunters Okay, so just a quick note. This story technically takes place in the middle of season 9. I have only seen one episode of season 9, "Meta-fiction", so that's where this idea came from. I'm still on season 2, so PLEASE NO SPOILERS! And please no hate on this; this is just my idea of what could have happened in season 9. It's not technically "canon" (I'm guessing that's the right word), this is just my mind doing stuff. Anyway, other than that, Gabriel's... "habits and interests".... if you get what I'm saying.... are mentioned in this story. So if you don't like it, don't read. Please enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day!
“Word of advice, don’t go near (y/n), she is not in a good mood,” Dean informed everyone in the bunker’s library.
“What did you do now, Dean-o?” Gabriel asked, not looking up from the spell book he was reading.
It had been a month since Gabriel appeared outside the bunker door, asking Dean, Sam, Castiel, and (y/n) for a place to
Old SpiritsI've worked at the Green Bull Pub for around a decade now. It isn't a fancy place like some others in Ireland. Nay, Hermitsgrove is a small town, a tight-knit community full of farmers and masons, all earning just enough to support their families. The buildings have that rustic feel to them, as if you'd been plunged back through time to the eighteen hundreds. Ivy crawling up the faded brick walls is a common sight here, complimented by the cobblestone walkways on either side of the streets. Everybody knows each other, and you can't do something without another person finding out about it. It is somehow quite comforting and horribly irritating at the same time, but most of us don't mind. Usually people stop by the Bull at some point in the day, seeking a reprieve from the mundane task of working.
As for myself, I don't mind working. Sure, the job can be demanding at times, one or two guests even making a fuss, but I enjoy it. Besides, if anyone gets too rough Tam gives them a tongue-las
Ryuga x reader childhood friends chapter 1
Ryuga x Reader childhood friends chapter 1
Request for lizzycosplay
You and your family have moved to Metal city, you were walking you puppy Mochi.
"Well this city is pretty nice, peaceful and have many beybladers. How about you Mochi do you like Metal City?"
Mochi barked in response. You let out a sigh. Your cell then goes off.
"[y/n] it's me."
"Oh hi dad, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you could come over and help me set up some of the sound equipment." Your dad has recently bought a small building and is planning on setting up a recording studio.
"Sure I'll be right there." You then hung up your phone and went on your way.
"Alright that should do it." Said your dad. The two of you were just finished with setting up the place.
"Hey while you're here do you want to give it a try? I have the track to that song that you created."
"Sure why not." Mochi barked and jumped up and down.
So once you were done with the recording session you were heading out wh
39 Clues Creed
39 Clues Creed.
When I'm at a funeral, I'll always wonder if the person who died was a Cahill.
When I'm about to mke a choice that will change my life, I'll remember Mr. McIntyre
When I hear about Hollywood, I'll think of all the Janus and what drama their pulling now.
When I hear about waring countries, I'll remember thoes silly little Lucians.
When ever there's an athletic event, I'll hope I won't face a Tomas.
When I study hard, I'll wish for the brain of an Ekaterina.
When I see famlies breaking up, and hurting eachother, I'll remember Olivia Cahill, and the pain she when through.
When I see people trying to pick up the peices and start over, I'll remember Madeleline.
When I hear a cat 'Mrrrp'-ing, I'll think of Saladin.
When I see crazy teenagers rocking out, I'll remember Nellie.
When I see eleven-year-old boys being boys, I'll remember Dan.
When I act crazy shy or stick my face in a book, I'll remeber Amy.
When I see a family of sport fanatics, I'll remember the Holts.
When I se
One ChanceElliot is four. He watches his grandfather breathe out cigarette smoke in his creaking armchair. The living room is small enough to be heated by the portable radiator near his grandfather's slippers. When the old man realises his grandson waits for him, he begins.
"This is a ruined world, son. Diseased with hatred and war before you were born." He takes a drag on his cigarette and Elliot breathes in the coming smoke. "This world is dead, but I know there's another. We could go to it if we only knew the way." Elliot's grandfather smiles at his thoughts. "There's another place put aside for us. I'll find the door one day."
The radiator splutters to its death and the old man curses his misfortune.
Elliot is ten. His hair is in a ponytail because that's how his brother wears it and his big brother's the best. Nick Ward and his friends from the year above don't think so.
They grab Elliot as soon as he leaves the cubicle in the little boy's room and pushes him face first into a wall, holding