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Udi - EBC Written AppName: Udi
Age: 1.2 years
Species: Jaguar x Cheetah mix
Appearance: (I'll have a image in a couple weeks.) Pale fur, large brown strip down back and across sides, lots of cheetah spots. Stripe under eye, and brown muzzle.
Pale fur, back stripe, cheetah spots
one black-paw brown tail stripes
Green eye’s, albino, black tail stripes
Current Apprentice: None
Other Apprentices: None
Past/Current Mentor: ???
Personality, Biography, and History
Personality: [Sarcastic] [Energetic] [Flirty] [Loyal] [Kind] [Impulsive]
As he grew up sarcasm started out as a simple way to break the awkward silence, he never was around a lot of cats his age growing up. But soon it became a habit, and people laughed when he made jokes or said sarcastic things. So now its simply apart of the way he talks.
It seems, des
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,
Just a shop worker Sam x Shy!Reader
Throwing on her favourite black hoodie, she rubbed her wrists and tugged on some sneakers. She slipped on some glasses and grabbed the flask which contained coffee, the waking beverage.
Soft, autumn leaves fell before her, scattered across the floor. She was going back to the bunker with Team Free Will. Nervous was an understatement. It was her day back after being submitted into intensive care at the hospital after a rowdy hunt. Vampires and wendigos weren't the nicest things to go against alone. Now she had a scar going from her back to her chest, twirling.
Oh she may be weary
Them young girls they do get wearied
Wearing that same old miniskirt dress
But when she gets weary
She was nervous as hell, Sam was a big crush of hers and he always kept an eye on her, sharing the first genuine laugh and smile with her.
Shaking her head, she was oblivious to the fact that he loved her dearly and would do anything for her.
Clouds cleared the air and the ho
Dont Leave Me Dean X Angel!Reader
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WARNING: GORE, SPOILERS FOR 9X23.
The knife plunged into Dean's chest, and her world ended. The pain in her chest increased as she ran to his side, right now she didn't care if she went against God's orders, Dean was her main priority and she needed to save him.
"Dean!!" She screamed, her wings fluttering behind her.
His body collapsed into her arms, and she began sobbing.
"Dean, stop it!" She cried, shaking his body.
"H-hey ___." He spoke weakly, his hands limp either side of him. Being the daughter of Castiel gave her the same compassionate feelings but she still felt the pain of human emotions.
Holding her jacket to the wound, trying to hoisting him into her arms.
Everything froze, the world flashed in front of her.
Cas and ____ teleported outside of the bunker, Cas giving his daughter some tips.
Blossom Castiel x Reader
Snow fell delicately onto the grass, ice caking the pavements as Dean struggled to swipe the sleet off of 'baby's windows. Christmas morning dawned and Sam began cooking pie instead of the traditional Christmas meals. The Christmas tunes blasted through the house as ____ changed into black jeans and a white tank with a burgundy cardigan and a matching hat, courtesy of Sam. Tightly wrapped presents were placed under the tree, the festive lights gleaming colours of red, green and white. Her grin couldn't be any bigger as she saw Castiel pile in with Gabriel, who had a bucket full of candy of sorts.
"Gabe, you're the best." She grinned, picking out a stick of pocky and chewing the end of it like a rabbit with a carrot. Castiel slipped off his shoes and stood with a tense back.
"Cas!" She smiled, pulling him into a hug which he immediately complied to, holding her close. Ever since he met the adorable girl, he'd fallen for her beautiful heart
Superman (Superhero America x Reader Songfic)
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that nïeve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
You had known Alfred for years, and everything about him was absolutely perfect to you. His hair was always sloppy, but that's the way you liked it. His ocean colored orbs always looked so defined behind his glasses, but you also loved it when he didn't wear them. That dorky smile he put on gave you goosbumps, of course, in a good way.
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy
To be me
But, through all those years, you and Alfred had a secret from the rest of society. A secret that only the CIA and FBI wonder about. A secret that little boys and girls fantasized about.
Alfred was, in fact, Superman. He was the Hero everyone wondered about. Whenever he yelled out "I'm the hero!", he was telling the truth. But, because of how silly he actually acted, no one ever took him seriously. He would go home each day and sulk about i
HurryHe was still standing when I rounded the bend, but the assailants were long gone.
I ran to his side just in time to feel his scrawny body fall against me, weak paws gripping at my body with intent of desperation. We both lowered to the stone pavement, and I held up his head for support. By now there was no energy left in his legs.
A scarlet flower was blooming on his sweater, growing more with each second. I stared at it, not fully comprehending what I was looking at. I found myself picking at the edge of his sweater, slowly peeling it up to reveal the damage underneath, and his dark shaking paw stopped me, still self-conscious as ever, even now.
I gritted my teeth and forcefully yanked the fabric up, shoving his paw out of the way to see the deep slice that marred right under his lung area. It was messy, smudges already all around the vicinity of the wound and still pumping the liquid life in thick rivulets down his thin torso.
I found myself shaking.
Dash had gone out by himself toni
Magic Remote - 2 I awoke the next morning with my mind completely void of anything that had happened the night before. I was cradling Jessie in my arms. Then as I tried to kiss the top of her head-and kissed my pillow instead, I remembered.
I sat up and stretched.
"Aww-fuck-" I groaned. I looked down at Jessie's headless body. She was still naked. And then I looked down at myself-so was I.
"Jess-" I said wearily, looking for her head. I looked over and saw it sitting on my night stand, her long, straight brown hair hanging down. I thought it was so cute. I leaned forward and gave her a kiss.
Her eyes opened slowly
"Hey, baby." She smiled
"Last night was fun, huh?" I smiled back
"Oh yeah." Jessie looked at her body.
"I need clothes." She yawned
"So do I"
I stood up and opened my night stand, pulling out socks and underwear. Then I found Jessie's bra and her jeans. I tossed them to her and she began to dress herself although her head was still detache
You and IYou and I
Setting: Franky's Room in the Penguin Band's Igloo
Date: June 30th, 2013
Time: 5:04 AM PST
(Point of View: Franky)
I woke up with a jolt, sitting halfway up and looking at my alarm clock. It's only five. I still have awhile more to sleep, but I'm just not tired. I want this day to start now.
I looked at my yellow puffle, Lily, who was sleeping in her puffle-bed peacefully. She wasn't having any trouble sleeping. She never does.
Must be nice to be a puffle.
I sat all the way up and stayed sitting for a minute, then got out of bed. I put on my green hoodie and zipped it up over the blue t-shirt I'd slept in.
I quietly pushed open my bedroom door. Nobody was up yet, so I waddled out to the kitchen and put on my purple-and-gray high tops. Then I went outside, closing the door behind me.
I didn't go far-- in fact, I only waddled a little ways down our street before stopping and sitting on a bench. I just need some fresh air and I want to clear my mind.
I played with
Come Back To Me (Comatose!America x Reader Songfic
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
It's been months since you've heard your best friend's voice. Each day, you would sit by his bedside and tell him about current events. You would go on and on about work, and how Luciano wouldn't get off your ass about Matt asking to marry you already.
Every now and then, you would think about the incident.
Him, Matthew, and couple others were in the car, taking a drive. Matthew was driving, and seemed to swerve off the road.
Everyone was injured and awake, while Alfred was put in a coma.
You were visiting your boyfriend, Matthew, in the hospital that same night when he told you what happened.
"I-It's...It's all my fault. I'm the reason everyone's in this mess...", he explained, beating himself up over it.
I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes.
It was another day
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
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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