Marriage ProposalMarriage Proposal
“What’s up, Nikki?”
“Would you marry me?”
Max spat out his drink all over the grass he was sitting on, turning slowly at the green haired little girl who had asked him for his hand in marriage. He looked at her with his mouth wide open, and his eyes wide with beads of sweat dripping down his face.
“But…we…we…we’re not even…dating!” Max inadvertently shrieked, with Nikki’s cheeks puffing a little from the laughter she was holding in. Max, realizing what he did, blushed and turned away from Nikki.
“Huh? We share a tent together, we go out on dates in the woods, sometimes kiss and hold hands. I could’ve sworn we were dating this whole time,” Nikki explained once she regained control of her laughter, her face blushing and her eyes getting a faraway look as she remembered all the times the two spent alone together.
“What!? I thought we were j
Bakugo x Hatsume 7 Stories: NamesNames
“BakuBeast, you cannot be serious,” Mei Hatsume said with a deadpan expression on her face. Her boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, who was sitting on the bed with her, looked at her with his right eyebrow raised. Bakugo had asked Hatsume to come into his room to get her opinion on his hero name.
“What? Lord Explosion Murder would make an awesome hero name!” Bakugo exclaimed, pointing to the Provisional Licensing Form, where he had said he wanted his official hero name to be Lord Explosion Murder. Hatsume looked at the name on the form, and rolled her eyes.
“No it wouldn’t. It’s the kind of name that a five year old would think is stupid,” Hatsume countered, leaving Bakugo shocked. With Hatsume not wavering in her stance, Bakugo sighed, and erased the name from the form.
“Fine! You think you can come up with something better!?” Bakugo asked, mumbling angrily to himself. Hatsume nodded her head, and wrote something down on
Hello DanielSummary: A lonely woman runs into a man from her past. 5 min read.
The espresso machine growled and hissed a cloud of steam. She grabbed her spiced latte and wound her way past people hunched over books, baby strollers parked between tables, the general debris of pastries, oatmeal and napkins. Taking a seat, she dropped her swim bag beside her.
The water had been colder than usual, chlorine-scented, a chemical bluegreen. Yes, the faculty club was nicer, Olympic-sized with granite-clad changing rooms, but she still found herself drawn here, force of habit perhaps, it had been part of her morning routine for years.
Sipping her drink, she watched the steady flow of people streaming through the YMCA, her eyes lingering on the couples walking hand-in-hand. Miniature gourds perched on the check-in counter, a construction paper thermometer recorded the progress of the fall fundraising drive, a bat-infested poster announced the date for the Halloween Spooktacular.
Not that she cared, or had an
Rats, Cats, and Satanic DeedsIf only she had the power.
Emily took a deep breath as she hung the last body on the meathook. The old warehouse was her favorite retreat spot. That’s why she couldn’t have it turn into a drug den. This small, moldy space was hers, and hers alone. Its tattered walls and rusty support beams squeaked and screeched when it stormed outside. Electricity flickered often and lightbulbs exploded regularly. Emily took great joy in predicting which light would go next so she'd stand under it. Rats, strays and other critters roamed the place but they weren’t sentient. They couldn’t invade her thoughts. Unlike those bloody bastards who dared bring filth into her home.
She fidgeted and twitched. Her hands were sticky with the red liquid that drained out of the bodies and pooled beneath her bare feet. All of her buckets were full to the brim. She had no more room for their blood. All of this precious material wasted because of her lack of foresight. She paced, irritated. The
LimboThe demon at the reception area of Hell fumbled nervously. He ran through the forums in his claws, read the answers multiple times and flicked his tail back and forth. He cleared his throat and looked at the disgruntled soul that stood in front of him.
"Mr. Thomas, I am extremely sorry but I can't let you go into hell."
"Why not? Heaven sent me here, so I must be here! That idiot feather bag at the entrance said I'm a sinner!"
"Well, yes. You have quite an impressive record of sins and all, but you see, sir, this is the issue, you're too evil for Hell," the demon gave a nervous laugh.
"Excuse me?" Thomas gaped. His ghostly figure twitched and he balled his fists. "What do you mean too evil? I thought you have seven layers of hell!"
"Nine, actually," the demon corrected. "I'm afraid you're overqualified for the pits we have, sir," he fumbled with his hands and dug through the papers retrieving a pile of brochures that he held out to Thomas. "You can, however, apply for the jobs we have?
Elle EnchantedAfter the casket detonated, the afterlife eagerly mocked Elle.
Prince Cerec grimaced. He hugged the nearest bear. The nightmares were over. He cried. One extra gunpowder barrel announced the explosive finale. The heavy showers soaked everyone while they beheld the dreadful funeral take place. The raven colored felines meowed another omen. Cerec knew the jebiesz jeze kittens were behind the ordeal. Innocently, they’d licked themselves then purred after devouring the sea-urchins the guests discarded.
Everything’d gone haywire since sunrise. Nein! Everything’d been hectic recently. Elle’s funeral needed respect. He required peace, relief, closure! However, none happened. The pedestal, where Elle’s slippers rested, collapsed. The shoes shattered. Incorrectly delivered poisoned apples rendered the guests inert. The dwarves, whose antidote proved useful, charged senseless prices. Mermen rampaged when they spotted sea-creatures served.
Those pathetic merde mermen
argue with me | bakugou
“I’M NOT GOING TO KISS MY BITCH ON CAMERA!!” His loud voice boomed.
“Bakugou, you’re married—“
“Do you think I’m comfortable with having billions of people watch me suck on her tongue?!”
“Bakugou you don’t have to suck on my tongue we can just do one simple, normal kiss.”
“I can’t believe I married a child.”
“What did you say about me?!”
“That you’re a child! Bakugou, we’ve kissed hundreds of times in front of dozens of
how to read | levi
“Squad Leader (Name),” a voice called, causing you to halt in your tracks and turn around. Captain Levi Ackerman stood behind you, holding a pile of papers in one hand. You tilted your head, curious.
“Help me with these papers,” he demanded, “I have enough on my plate right now.”
You pursed your lips, contemplating. He impatiently waited for your answer, crossing his arms without wrinkling the papers in his hand.
“Alright, Levi. Your room?”
You quickly gleaned one paper with a blank expression, signing Levi’s nam
i lost my heart in a ghost cityi've fallen in love with these wind-swept streets
the ice-blue skies; they cry for me
the raindrops glisten in the distant view
like a shower of stardust in the city lights
i find my hope in these run-down parts.
in the metro heart of a sleepy city,
the motion leaves me dazzled and dizzied
the headlights of the passing cars
illumine my face like incandescent stars
and rather than waiting by a post-letter box
i'm distracting myself with directionless walks
yet all my brain can conjure up
are bygone memories of you.
hours on end but there's no reply
my forlorn heart's like the ashen sky
i'm cold, i'm alone, and i'm drenched to the bone
but there's still no sign of you.
for a second, i could see you in the dim-lit path
an elusive daydream, all in my mind
i swore i could hear you in the gentle breeze
well, hope is insanity, when unconfined.
then reality hits me with a vicious smack,
you meant it when you said that you were never coming back.
For what it's worth (Got to keep going)Let's paint a pretty picture because life doesn't have many colors nowadays. too much black and white perhaps it's all shadow. Or we are just looking at it from the wrong angle.
!So many guns!
all the violence who are we to blame. But always so fast to point the finger when it happens and act like next week it never existed. For what it's worth it doesn't stop there deeper in the picture there's a history ever changing to the point. the colors don't even match up what was once history is nothing but lies being told by others.
....For what it's worth..
Got to keep going...
so you're probably wondering about this picture on top there is only one king, and he's not running no country but he has the final say in the end. once the cutting closes on this stage called life. More you say. Everything's on my back but I'm done carrying this weight. my heart feels thankful for that for what it's worth. I love fairy tales but this ain't no story time so we got to keep going. This picture is also l
John DailyOh' John Daily was a fine young man
Oh' John Daily
Should've gone to heaven, but the Devil had a plan
Poor John Daily
Devil sent a woman, just as pretty as could be
Oh' John Daily
Poor John Daily didn't seem to notice she
Poor John Daily
So, the Devil sent another one, prettier still
Oh' John Daily
Even this siren couldn't temp his will
Poor John Daily
The Devil started thinkin' how to tempt him to sin
Oh' John Daily
'I'll ask poor John' he decided with a grin
Poor John Daily
So the Devil dressed a Dandy in a fine cocked hat
Oh' John Daily
And the Devil had his answer soon as John saw that.
Poor John Daily
Poor John Daily was an odd young man
Oh' John Daily
Couldn't get to heaven thought the Devil quit his plan
Poor John Daily
The Ballad of Jim Sterling
This Slaughtering Grounds background music has become notorious for many a negative reason. However, I couldn't help but notice something in its comment section. Several people suggested that somebody should rap to it. Okay. *Takes off coat* I'm game for that. Now... before we begin, make sure you have this playing in the background:
Ready? Good. Let's go then, shall we?
You guys heard the story, right?
What, you don't know?
'S a story 'bout a guy. You might have heard his name
A guy called Jim. Jim Sterling. Yeah, that's the fella.
A'ight kids. Story time. Sit down.
Was a regular day like any other... back in 2014.
Jim's was just doin' his job, trying to keep Greenlight clean.
While he's out there runnin' the rounds, he finds a cheap game called the Slaughtering Grounds.
It wasn't that great. Not even good, really.
The guys that made it needed pointers, clearly.
So along comes Sterling, takes it for a ride.
Followed hot on the heels by those boys Digi Homicide.
They hit back,
Nevermore II“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
“Is that you, mijo?” Andre’s father called groggily through his bedroom door.
“Yeah; it’s me, papá,” the boy replied. He grimaced and looked away when his father emerged from his room at the end of hall, dressed in only his tighty-whiteys and white tank top. “Dude, some pants, por favor.”
The older man waved him off with a grunt as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Andre took the chance to duck into the kitchen, setting his things by the wall that divided it from the living room. He frowned at the dirty dishes in the sink, wondering why it was so hard for his father to take the extra step of putting them into the dishwasher, and went straight to the refrigerator. Nothing could replace his mother’s cooking, but Andre had gotten pretty good at making simple and instant meals.
Time Out 3A police detective investigates a suspicious preschool. An age regression story. 8 min read.
The big lazy ceiling fan revolved in a slow slippage of optical illusion over the glass-topped table. Nico ran his bleary eyes down his laptop screen, trying to focus on the operations report. It was only mid-morning, and already he was on his fifth cup of coffee, his mind deadened by the glutinous meetings he’d been forced to attend earlier in the day.
This was exactly the sort of thing he dreaded, the whole reason he had switched majors from law to criminal justice to pursue his childhood dream of becoming a police detective, much to the horror of his parents anxious for a good return on his Ivy League education.
Fiercely competitive and accustomed to finishing first, his new job had delivered a rude shock in the form of Erik, a thuggish, arrogant lout who turned out to be the most formidable opponent he had ever faced. Once again, they were head-to-head for Detective of the Year, and h
Nevermore I“But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel.”
The steady beep of the heart monitor.
The rhythmic puffs of the respirator.
The ambient hum and buzz of the machines and electricity in the silence.
They were sounds that had become all too familiar to Andre. He’d spent the last seven years taking any opportunity he could to listen to them. He was used to them. They comforted him. They reassured him that all had not yet been lost.
“…it was so funny, mamá,” he was saying, smiling at the woman who lay still in the hospital bed. “Hector jumped up so fast that it spilled his entire tray all over him. Then he chased Will all over the lunch room, spaghetti and chocolate pudding all over his pants, until Will tripped and fell into one of the trash cans. Old man Howards was pissed!”
Neko!ItalyxReader Beauty and the Beast: Part NineCertain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
LIME CONTENT ADVISORY: Sexual tension, brief sensuality, innuendo
(Reader) thought the worst of her surprises were over after Alice confessed to cursing Feliciano, followed by Ludwig pulling over for the unexpected “earthquake” that shook up the town. Already spinning from fluctuating health and Alice’s many potions, all (Reader) wanted upon arrival was to sleep. Whether it was for two or twenty-four hours, (Reader) did not care. Vacationing from the world in slumber seemed like the best way for her to find clarity amidst the chaos of her world. Even if her dreams proved to be violent and turbulent, they would at least offer abstract insight into a reality that was nothing short of bizarre. Eyes half-open, (Reader) stumbled from the car to Alice’s door, only staying upright because Heracles kept an arm over her shoulders. Ludwig carried both of her b
Father, Son and the Mother Hen
A/N: Hi everyone, finally managed to get this done and out to you all. It is pretty much the first of what is practically the Sound Dramas for Roanapur Connection. With the difference from the Picture Drama chapters like Eye Of the Storm that expand on or show characters and events between the main chapters.
Is that these side chapters take place before the events of RC begin, at different points of the timeline covering different characters and different events. Some of which will tie into future chapters of RC, some fill in blanks or implied bits of the main fic. Or simply World build the universe of Roanapur Connection and in extension. Code Geass Colored Memories, that will eventually be rebooted once Cat i.e. anneauxdela
Neko!ItalyxReader Beauty and the Beast: Part EightEver as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise
CONTENT ADVISORY: Graphic description of magic-driven body mutilation.
In spite of taking Alice’s many prophylactic potions for cat bite infections, (Reader) still became drastically ill within days of starting the minocycline. It all started with a climbing fever when Heracles came over with baklava and questions about Feliciano’s unusual behavior. Both of them determined the attack had nothing to do with Alice, in spite of similar attacks being seen in the cat room whenever she visited. (Reader)’s best explanation was that she was simply overworking herself and needed extra rest, between the strain of her illness and the added stress of Feliciano’s attack and absence. Naps seemed to help for the first few hours, but (Reader)’s fever continued to climb until it reached 101 degrees—an especially strong fever with (Reader)’s body temperature of 97.9. By the time (Reader)’s
Infinity Train: Ep.12 - The Ghost of the Orchestra
“Klyde, Koo, I believe you two know each other.”
“Barely,” said the gecko.
The owl began grinning awkwardly. Clumsily adjusting his monocle.
“P… Pleasure to meet you there.”
“You told her I was the Conductor?” Klyde snapped at the bird. “I’m going to roast you and eat you up for Thanksgiving.”
“Why do you people keep saying that? I’m not that fat you know?” Koo said while looking back to his belly, “I used to be like 160 pounds back when I was human… I think.”
“Don’t dodge the subject. I won’t have you ruin my good name you no good little thief.”
“Well okay now that’s taking things a little too far,” said the owl. “First of all, I’m not a thief, I’m a conman, well… was a conman. But that’s not the point. Secondly, if it didn’t bother her, and if she’s not going to – say, I don’t know,
The Guilty Among Us (WIP)Have you ever wondered what lines are made of? What is it about them that makes them so unyielding to cross? What makes them obscure to my eyes? I do not know, and maybe I never will. Wonder gives off a strange feeling, but I’m mostly confused. I do not feel like an evil being, I’m not ill, I just wish to lay my companions to rest. What makes that a bad thing? If they have such a great afterlife, what is so nefarious about sending them there? Why are they so afraid to go?
I have been playing with the idea of universal selfishness. I would be executed for my ‘crime’ but I think all beings are mostly mournful to see something familiar to them be taken away, or shifted. I do not count on their grief, and I’m regretful to cause it, but It interests me so. It is strange, to be something so revered, and still do something so out of character. But you don’t have to be a human to feel.
Maybe you’re confused. I am sorry. I am not used to confiding
Seeking SolaceThe pressure causes the wood to creek, dust pushing through from cracks that the earth forced open. The space from the ceiling to my nose is no more than the width of a thumb and the white silk almost brushes my nose. My eyes are closed, though the bed is dark, so I doubt I’d of been able to see anything anyway. Its funny really, the circumstances that led me to this underground place.
Something wiggled in my ear and if I could I would have sighed. I’m lying of course. I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear. It’s so dark all the time and all I have is the ability to exist. If I knew it would be like this, I would have been cremated instead. Maybe than I wouldn’t be here, knowing that bugs are slowly removing my body, even if all I feel are phantom pains or tickles. That’s probably just me going mad or thinking about it too hard.
I think about everything too hard these days. After all I’m incapable of doing anything else. I’ve come to the co
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