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Night-Time EscapeThe night was slowly approaching, Moteka watched as the light slowly faded closer to her window as the sun went down. She was laying on her bed with her lower jaw on her hard uncomfortable pillow, her clouded leopard plushie was under one of her arms. She always kept it with her, nice and close, at least Ahuva didn’t leave her behind – she had named her plushie a long time ago but never told anyone that. They’d just roll their eyes and ignore her like they always did…
Her long striped tail threw the cover’s off a her, she sat up in her pajama’s. She wasn’t tired; it was only 7:30 PM, who went to bed that early anyways? Besides, there was a whole new world to explore out there! She wouldn’t let anyone keep her locked up like this.
The Yol climbed out of her bed and changed into her sweat pants and T-shirt, putting on an old green-coloured hoddie she had in her backpack. Picking up her pack she put her small arm’s through the
Not Dead Yet (CP2)Why me? Why now? What am I? Monster? Machine? Or Human? The pain…It hurts…It hurts…Humans feel pain don’t they? Don’t they? Someone help me…
Agent Nebraska woke up screaming, he leaped up and slammed his fist into the closest tree. Sweat pouring down his face, he felt out of breath and panted loudly the air was so cold he could see the steam from his panting.
“N-Nebraska?” Asked a shy worried female voice, she was so innocence….She didn’t deserve this, no one did, no human deserved this.
That stupid b**tard…She’s a child a freaken child. Pathetic. He thought to himself clenching his fists. He was so caught up in his feelings and thoughts he forgot about the female voice.
“Justin…” She said fear crept into her voice, it was hidden though but he heard the wavering under her normal steel-calm emotionless voice. It was just a mask though, one she ‘wore’ to
Not Dead YetThe sound of gunfire and screaming filled his ears as he tightly pulled on the trigger on the rifle. His hands shook, not with fear – but excitement and adrenaline, he felt sweat pouring down his face underneath the blue visor of his helmet. He fired another burst at the insurrectionist who ran at his flank, the three shots tore a hole in the man’s chest and he fell down dead.
Then Agent Nebraska opened up his COM’s.
“Agent Hawaii how you doing over there?” he asked, looking around the muddy, wet, miserable, clearing they’d gotten themselves stuck in. Bodies littered the ground, and blood mixed with the wet mud and turned it a dirty maroon. Pools of water were everywhere and dead tree’s laid over on their sides. He looked over his right shoulder at the large oak a few yards away, where he had last saw the small Freelancer. But she no longer was there.
“Zireena?” He asked over the COM’s again, a edge of concern in
I Am FoundGo ahead and call me what you wish,
Go ahead and change my name to what you desire.
Go ahead and throw your lies,
Go ahead, and hit me, with your best shot.
But remember this,
Nothing you do to me, or call me can be any worse, then what He has called me.
Nothing can be more shameful
Nothing can be more disgraceful
Then being called a Sinner, by the creator of the universe.
But, I am not ashamed,
Nor am I guilty
Nor am I burdened, with the truth of what I was.
Because what I was, I am no more, and what I am now, I will never be again.
I am a warrior of God,
I am no longer a sinner
I am no longer lost
I am no longer broken
I am something new….
I am, redeemed.
I am free,
I am shameless.
I am found,
So say what you will.
But I will, never.
Stop giving the hope of the gospel to anyone I see.
So don’t pray for me, pray for them
Pray for the ones who are not saved.
For I live to give them the hope of the Gospel
Pieces ~ Part two - A Robot in Disguise“Look we can talk about this okay? Just relax….” Nebraska said raising his hands and trying to look harmless as he could….
“Move your stupid a** but over to the wall or she DIES!” The Female innie growled, Nebraska was getting the idea this wasn’t going to work.
“Alright I’m moving I’m moving….” He said, all the while scanning everything around him struggling to come up with idea’s.
She’s panicked….Fog minded, which gives me an advantage as I’m calm. But I also means she might very well shoot Me or West without thinking….I told West to tell the dierector she’s pregnant she shouldn’t be out here but she’s so stubborn….Why can’t she see logic? Or is there some other reason she refuses to tell him? No! Back on track! We need a way out…. Nebraska’s thoughts were cut off as blackness filled his mind, the Innie had ta
Lover or A Fighter - MemeTaken from: AuroraBlix, Here: http://zeela-winters.deviantart.com/art/Lover-or-Fighter-Meme-364531006
1. Your OC can't touch the interviewer for whatever reason you choose. (West will not like that….)
2. You may use multiple OCs but it was created with the idea of one OC.
3. This was created for those who have killed. If they haven't killed, get out. (Well duh.)
4. Made to test the reactions of OCs. (Oh boy xD)
6. IT IS COMPULSORY TO POST THESE RULES. (OKAY WHAT THE HECK DOES COMPULSORY MEAN THEN?)
Agent West Virginia -
1. "Hey, what's your name?"
West: Rook, who’s asking?
2. "How old are you?"
West:……… 25… *Grumbles*
33 " And your gender?"
West: Your kidding me? Female, Duh!!
Pieces ~ Part one - Bad Luck NebieNebraska sighed as he glanced over at his partner for the mission, Agent West Virginia. Bullets flying over their heads, Nebraska’s robotic hand clenched around his rifle. “West can you flank them?” He asked, “Who put you in charge exactly?” West questioned
. Nebraska responded in a emotionless voice “Logic Ma’am, if you flank while I keep them pinned down you can throw a grenade and take them out.” He said.
West paused, then responded, “Very well.”
Nebraska pushed himself up getting his legs up and over the wall as the next hail of bullets came his way, he ran and slammed his shoulder into the next column with a loud thump. As the metal of his armour hit cement. He took a quick second glace around for the White armour of West, and spotted her 40 yards away hiding behind the factory crate. He glanced back towards the Rebels in modified ODST armour. He slid around the column s
Floating Life - RvB Challenge 1.Zireena starred at the capsule in her hands, the room was dimly lit and a few small lights flickered over the pod in the dark. She glanced around the room and quickly hid under the table as a Guard passed by, she climbed up onto the Table and eased the air vent open it made a loud creek as she did each sound making her tense…A quiet snap followed as it came off and she gently laid it down trying not to make too much noise. She got one boot up onto the wall and propped herself up as she climbed inside the vent, the sides and roof of the vent pressing against her back and sides she tried to make herself smaller. But the Capsule kept digging into her ribs like a knife, she grinded her teeth and edged forwards slowly….
She suddenly realized she had no idea where she was going, What was I thinking? This plan is stupid… She rolled over with some effort as her white armour scrapped on the vent sides, and pulled the capsule out. Looking at it with her helmet light,
NightMare TrainZirena Dexter sighed as she jumped over the pool of water forming on the muddy ground, city walls surrounded her and the bricked ally way with a small street lamp at the end. Like some light at the end of a nightmare tunnel, only as she made her way towards it the wet ground soaking her it only led to more horrible buildings. Darkness, and water. She sighed I’m only 10…I shouldn’t have to be here… She remembered why she was here…The memory struck her like a blow, her parents death and she pushed it away. She clutched a cold shaking blade in one hand, and wore a white and brown hoddie with black jeans and black boots. She jumped as it started to rain hard, the light shower quickly turning into a hard pounding as the water struck the roof’s and ground.
She muttered a curse under her breath pulling her already soaked hoodie over her face. “Closest place….Train yard….Guards there…Probably inside though.” She
SPN: Reader x angel boys: ice bucket challengeSupernatural: reader X angel boys: ice bucket challenge
A/n: with all the ice bucket challenges going on why the hell not XD
You sat there in the bunker, two buckets of ice water next to you, Castiel had been browsing the internet for a while after you learned him how to and came across something called “the ALS ice bucket challenge” and wanted to try it out. You had decided to join him; hey it was for a good cause anyways. You turned on your camera and began to talk
“Hi everyone, my name is (Y/N) and this is my friend Cas” Cas made a little wave to the camera “And we’ll do the ALS Ice bucket challenge for you” you looked at him “ready?” “I’m ready (Y/N)” you picked up one of the ice buckets and he did too “On three, one, two three!” on three you each poured the buckets empty over one another. You gave a little shriek of how cold it was, cas just spluttered some. You laughed some “wow,
Light bringer| Lucifer x reader|3
A week had passed, and Lucifer had become a frequent visitor. Seriously, he was in your house way more than usual and you often felt very awkward around his presence, as if one wrong slip up could end your life. It was weird, he seemed to have this weird playful mood sometimes, and it confused you whenever he flew into your apartment only to mess with you. He had popped up behind you when you were doing the dishes and you ended up breaking a few plates, which only made him laugh.
For not liking humans, he seemed to enjoy making your life a series a jumpscares.
"(Y/N), Don't you work." He had asked, lounging lazily in one of your chairs while you sat on the bed playing games on your phone, which had a shattered screen. He had learned your name some time ago, trying to get on a first-name bases with you since you already knew his name. "You don't do anything, but sit around and waste your life away. It's kinda sad."
"Why does it matter to you?" You asked bravely, barely glanc
Monster Tony Stark x Demon!ReaderHis little whispers, love me, love me
That's all I ask for, love me, love me
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something
Stark Tower was filled with SHEILD agents who were celebrating the saviours of New York, everyone was there except for ____. She instead was busying herself with experiments and assignments that were weeks due. Math and algebra methods and answers were drawn in chalk over her black desk, but she couldn't work a simple question out due to distractions. She could see Tony Stark and his blonde girlfriend of six months laughing with other couples. She despised it, the way he'd look at her like she was treasure, the way he'd sneak a lingering kiss with her whenever he had the chance just to annoy ____, the way he'd ignore her whenever Jennifer walked into the room and pulled him away from their experiments. Frustrated, she felt her literal inner demon about to seep out. She remembered all the ti
Light bringer|Lucifer x reader| 4
what....what is that sound?
What IS that sound....
You groaned, lifting you head off your pillow to gaze into the darkness of your room. Your bedroom door was cracked and light was seeping out from the hallway and creeping across the floor. Whatever that sound was it was coming from the livingroom.
You already had a pretty good idea of who was in the livingroom so you laid your head back down, fluttering your eyes close.
You tried to sleep, you really did, but the sounds coming from the hallway were way too distracting. "What is he doing?" You mumbled to yourself,pushing off the bed and wrapping the covers around your shoulders as you shuffled into the hallway.
Lucifer was an on and off switch with his playfulness lately. He could be all shits and giggles one moment then the next he could want to snap you neck the next moment. It was all so bi-polar and made you head spin because you had to always refrain what you wanted to say.
Without YouSetting: 2K14 Turtles!
Warnings: Spoilers for the movie
Dust drifted in massive clouds from the ceiling to the floor. Down amongst the rubble of their invaded home, Leonardo blinked rapidly, his blue eyes focusing on where Shredder stood a short distance away. A mouthful of the grime was unintentionally pulled into his lungs. Coughing, the leader watched as a Foot soldier stepped forward to speak with his master.
"Where is the fourth?"
Shredder's voice seemed to echo throughout the lair. His question prompted Leo to gaze over his surroundings, searching for his brothers. Donatello and Michelangelo were to his right. Both were struggling against the group of Foot soldiers pressing in on each of them. But Raphael was nowhere to be seen.
"He is dead."
The words made Leo's stomach drop and his eyes instantly snapped back to his metal-coated enemy. He prayed that he had mishear
.:The Darling Deer - Part 1:.It was dark. Too dark for her liking. But what could she do, her settings weren't on free roam and the darkness was all she knew. After the horrid storm took down her home, partners and everything she once knew, what could possibly be waiting for her now? She was in a crate, on a moving truck headed to the great unknown, she didn't know whether to be excited or afraid. After hours of being jerked around by the sharp turns of the truck and bumpy terrain it would drive over, it came to a complete stop and shut off. Hearing the creaky front door open, she heard footsteps over soft rock approach toward her but came to a halt. Being in neutral mode, all she could do was listen to the sounds around her, she couldn't react, move her body parts or even talk. She listened closely to the sounds around her, waiting to finally be brought out of this horrid crate. Hearing a door open, she turned her attention back to the delivery man, "Hello there, I am with U-Haul here to deliver a package to Fred
Lauren and ScottLauren left cheer practice completely unaware of what lay ahead of her. She had planned her afternoon to just sit at home, text her friends, Instagram, Twitter. But she came across something-a flyer. It was posted on the fence enclosing the practice field. What caught her eye was the image of the guy she had a crush on: Scott Hanley. He was in her Chemistry class and she of course classified him as 'super-cute' in her mind. The flyer read:
Help wanted-Magician in need of an assistant. Pay: $10 an hour.
And it had his phone number and address below. Excitement took Lauren and she smiled at the thought of being Scott's assistant. She took the flyer and stuffed it in her purse. She looked up the address on her phone and started for his house.
Once Lauren arrived, she hesitated and quickly knocked on the door. She stood in silence for a minute until the door opened. Scott was standing in a tank top and shorts. Lauren blushed and giggled.
"Hey! Lauren!" Scott g
The Lustre Unicorns of SanqtauriA Brief History / Overview
The Lustre Unicorns have been around for centuries. It is unknown how they first came to Sanqtauri, however one of the creation stories passed down through the generations tells of a stallion who got separated from his own herd and wandered for days till he came upon a fairy. The fairy saw into his heart and, upon seeing into the depths of his soul, blessed the stallion with a horn filled with magic. This stallion went on to have 13 foals - each one blessed with a colour of the rainbow. It is from these sons and daughters that today's unicorns supposedly came.
So far, there have been 6 Kings of Sanqtauri - 1 of which was in fact a mare. The last king of Sanqtauri, Iclandig, was a philosopher who perhaps thought too much. It was said that he drove himself mad with speculation, and it was in his madness that he put in motion decrees that would eventually lead to the Great War, and his subsequent death.
The Great War was a civil war between vari
Human SuperWhoAvenge x Doctor!Reader
____ sat in her TARDIS, hugging her knees and leaning against the console. The machine whirred comfortingly, turning up the temperature and throwing out a her tweed jacket. She had lost the kindest people in her life, Amy and Rory Pond. Oh the Ponds, her family were now gone because she was too late, too cowardly...again!
She stood up, wiping her eyes and staring into the console's beautiful energy source, the orange hue glowing, the whirring soothing her.
"River, they were your parents, I'm sorry." She rubbed her arm comfortingly.
"I'm fine, but promise me this Doctor; don't travel alone."
"You could come with me."
River shook her head gently, her curls bouncing.
"One psychopath per time machine, eh?"
____ nodded, feeling her stomach fill with butterflies and nerves as she dropped River off. The curly haired woman bounced out of the machine, swinging the doors open as she was taken back to her cell.
"River?" She called.
"Don't be a stranger."
River hugged he
You Think You know Fear~ShadowWhisperYou Think You Know Fear
"Oh you think you know fear?" ShadowWhisper whispered into the young decepticon's ear. "You think your everything, you think your evil, you think you know how to make any bot brake. But you don't…You know…NOTHING. Nothing! Little Bot, your are pathetic!" He growled the words slow and clear, as piercing as ice. The decepticon bot squirmed and struggled in Shadow Whisper's grip. But the autobot had him pinned, and his extra strength didn't help the bot, the decepticon's name was SharpEdge. Shadow Whisper, or Shadow for short grinned showing blood covered teeth, as he pressed his claws harder against SharpEdge's neck. SharpEdge looked nervous, "I thought you were an Autobot…" He said "You guys don't kill…U-Unless you have to. I surrendered! " His voice was high, Shadow was covered in bot blood, his visor came closer to SharpEdge. As he whispered in his ear "I'm not an autobot you fool…I was like you…Like your kind… A decepticon…Do you know what they did
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