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Madgie, what did you do? LIV: Radioactive Rainマッジ、あなたは何をしたのですか？LIV？放射能雨
I awoke in a smoky wasteland, near devoid of life and the fading smell of something charred. Something just happened here, recently, though not too recent. I walked about, looking for any sort of familiar face but finding none. As I had wandered around, it started to rain. However, said rain felt hot and burned, leaving behind red markings. In terrified state, I rushed about, darting into the nearest shelter. I sat there, trying to sooth the burns to little avail. In the midst of sitting there, I spotted a shadow move past the window. At first, I was terrified and sat still. Outside, I heard a small anguished cry and then someone familiar walked through the entrance. Antoinette, who appeared to be rife with scars and covered in bandages, and she was holding an umbrella. "Mademoiselle Lap
Epitome of PrettyWell, then, I'm sorry
I don't meet your hoity-toity expectation
I didn't know you wanted to a "pretty girl"
So tell me, what would make me homely?
I suppose a lot of things really
I'm short, about five feet even
I'm chubby, weighing in at 156.6 pounds
I'm fiery and jaded, being both hotheaded and bitter
I don't wear makeup
So tell me, would you prefer me skinny and taller?
Would you prefer me painted up, like a doll?
Or would you prefer me to be soft and sweet and perky?
Well, I ain't neither
If THAT is the epitome of pretty
Then I feel sorry for you
There are all kinds of pretty and you've walked past many of them
What about that poor girl, to the left?
She seems nice
Or that one right behind you?
She's awfully funny and is fun loving
Or that one to the right, the one you shunned?
She's nice, strong-willed, but nice
Yet, you've shunned her
They are decent girls and had plenty to offer, believe me
Yet, you want the epitome of pretty
EscapeThis darkened world
Offers no hope
I suppose there is no other escape
I shall wait, though
I'm no in rush to escape
It will happen at some point
Maybe some time soon
Or some time late
Someday, there will be an escape
One made for me
And, then I'll be free
Little Cousins from Russia Lubov, Anya, and Seraph
One day, after the snow had fallen, Toki opened the door to three little girls. In Russian, they spoke, "Zdravstvuyte , ledi, eto nash kuzen domoy??" Naturally, she had promptly let them in and opted to try to make sense of what they said. She hasn't much learning of Russian but the words she could make out in translation was "cousin home?" She thought about it and told the girls to sit down and that she'll go and get their cousin. "Ethelinda, you have three little girls in the living room for you." she said, while in the same room as Bunny. Bunny sighed, mumbled something under her breath about her cousins not learning how to take care of their children. Toki showed them where they were. They were waiting attenti
A Review for the movie Ride Along
What's up, this is a review comin' from Raziline, AKA Raz, to you. I am here to review the movie Ride Along. It had everything youse could really want. It had comedy, action, plot twists, and a whole lot more. I recommend you go an' see it and, after you do, I'll get back with ya'
Lucidly DreamingWouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be?
Be nice to escape this disillusioning world and...
....create one's own?
Really, I think it would be
It weren't a dream
I'm a lucid dreamer, you see
And, as I sleep, I make a new world
A world that isn't so dreary
Listen, I want out of this one
But, the freedom in which I crave cannot be attained
I want out but....
....I'll have to settle for lucidly dreaming
Lucid Dreams VII: egamI rorriMHello there
I knew you'd arrive here
After all, you've looked into the mirror
maerd ym ot rorrim ehT
You looked into the mirror
And, now, there is no escape
You're trapped in my realm
I dreadfully apologize, really I do
But, when I awake, you won't
I wonder, when you came here?
?noitcelfer ruoy saw tahW
I am dying to know, really
Actually, don't tell me!
You don't have to tell me, really you don't
I know what you saw
You saw your bloody handprints
The handprints you left behind
Trying to get out
You saw yourself being trapped here and trying to escape
You're a fool
Thinking you could escape!
!eurt yltsenoh ,em esuma uoY
You are now your own reflection
A Bird with Clipped and Broken WingsI am a bird, yes
But I cannot fly
My wings have been clipped
It's insufferable, really
But they can never see it
I mustn't show it
For they are the ones that clipped my wings
I've been stiffled and chained, so I've abandoned all sorts of sentimentality
In regards the things I can no longer use to fly
I wonder if they are satisfied
I also cannot fly away because my wings have been broken
Broken like shattered hopes
And abandoned dreams
And a broken heart
I desire freedom and yet neither are attainable
It is impossible to fly with clipped and broken wings
It's unsufferable for me but I know no other existance and I cannot trade this one for another
I can only hope they're satisfied
Even the Winter is Far Warmer Than IAs I write, I cannot help but to feel so cold
I feel cold, just so cold
This is hell living like this
The winter is even warmer
Even death is warmer
I just feel so cold
I just feel so cold
I feel even colder with tears rolling down my face
Death is even warmer than this
Even the winter in its cold feels warm
I'm living in hell
It is hell to live in silence, because speaking will only trouble
It is hell doing all you can to help and please and people still treat you badly
It is hell living, feeling hideous with anemia and alopecia
It is hell running futily
It is hell living in uncertainty
It is hell resenting an innocent child
It is hell feeling helpless in a winter that is far warmer than you
It is hell being alive!
I feel so cold
Death doesn't feel this cold
The winter feels even warmer
Yet, I feel so cold
Curse this immortality~!
All in all, even the winter is far warmer than I
Let It Go (LokixReader)
Let It Go
"I don’t care, What they’re going to say..."
You sang cheerfully, looking at yourself in the mirrior. It was one of those weird winters where almost every time you looked at the Weather Channel, TV program or website, it was ass freezingly cold outside. And, I say ass freezing, as in ASS FREEZING. It was almost 16 degrees out to begin with, with a wind chill making it feel like -10.
And yet, here you were, going out to see Frozen in theaters.
Thankfully, you weren't going alone.
You slipped your hair into a braid, Elsa style, as a familiar head rested on top of you own, arms snaking around your shoulders.
"Hello Loki." You sighed. You saw him smile in the reflective glass.
"Ello (y/n)." He said gleefully. He always seemed chipper, a little out of character, when he greeted you. "Now, let me tell you, unlike the last time, I refuse to be late to a movie."
"Oh please. Endless Love wasn't THAT bad." His shocked expression made you rethink
Road To Mentality~WARNING, this story has scenes that will disturb some people, read at your own risk.~
It was seven PM, a day at the orphanage had finally finished, but it was another disappointment for Jack. It was was a cold, snowy December, the coldest weather England has ever had, and still no sign of his mother. Even though Jack was 15, each day he was hoping that his mother would come back for him, but she has not seen him since he was born. He was usually patient, and maybe hoped that another loving family might welcome him with open arms and hearts, but that was when he was ten. Jack knew that he had little chance of being adopted at such an old age, he couldn't even go to a foster home for the fact the caretakers labeled Jack as a trouble maker for wetting the bed and hiding in places that were out of bounds, like the time he was found under a counter in the kitchen for three days. The stench of urine that lingered on him would put anyone off him anyways.
A Normal Day at the Ahnenerbe Cafe part 1Prologue
It was a beautiful sunny day outside as the café Ahnenerbe as the place was busy as always. Course for one of the customers, things could be better.
Kirito aka Kazuto Kirigaya sighed a bit as he was looking at the Want ads in the newspapers.
Kirito looked and smiled a little to see Wing.
“Oh, hi Wing,” said Kirito, through there was a hit off from his normal cheerful tone.
Wing noticed this as she raised an eyebrow a bit.
“You all right?” asked Wing, “You seem down for some reason.”
Kirito paused for a small moment before he sighed.
“True is, I’m having trouble finding someplace to work at,” admitted Kirito.
Wing couldn’t help but smirk a bit.
“You? Looking for a job? I thought you said your main forces was going to be school with how long you’ve been trapped in Sword Art Online,” pointed out Wing.
Kirito nodded a little.
“It was. But see, I’m hopin
Mike's Backstory: Part 7Mal groaned and sat up. He touched his shoulder; which had now been tied up in a tight bandage, and winced. It was in agony. The room he awoke in was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was cold, damp and not only was there basically no light, there wasn’t even a single window. Mal raised his hand to his face. It was so blurry. As he rubbed his eyes sluggishly in an attempt to restore sight, he realised that the bang on the head didn’t seem to have done him any good at all.
Despite all this, the malevolent one grinned, the eerie smile spreading far across his face. He wasn’t alone in this room. A boy, looking about two years older than him, sat awkwardly on a bed. He stared at Mal quietly, trying to think of reasons as to why a toothpick like him could end up in gaol. He stood and made his way over to the younger teenager and decided to make sure that he knew his place.
“Oi! Yeah, you!” He stood before Mal and placed his hands on his hips. Mal eyed the bo
Mike's Backstory: Part 6I stared in shock. Mal had appeared in the sub-conscious. He was holding his shoulder tight and his eyes were squeezed shut. I tugged on my chain mercilessly. I swear, if he came close enough to me, I would kill him for what he did.
Mal stood and looked around, dazed and expressionless. That feeling didn’t last long however. He snapped back into reality as quick as he lost it. The malicious teen grinned in satisfaction and he walked by us all, his hands cupped together.
“Well, well, well.” He stopped at my boulder and I shot him a ravenous glare. How dare he talk to me… He had no right!
“It looks like you have all been reduced to this state due to my appearance. Oh, it makes me feel so powerful compared to you.”
He kneeled next to me. I never wanted to talk to that criminal, but there was a question bugging me and I had to get it out.
“Why are you here?”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Got shot and knocked myself out.” His sp
ATWC's Final Fantasy VII part 1Prologue: The Rosary
“I know there are an infinite number of universes out there. Some similar to ours while others are completely different. But what would happen if someone was brought to a different universe is something I have always wondered…”
It was midnight in the city of Paris as most of the citizens were asleep. However, it was a different story for someone else.
Outside a mansion, three figures were on the roof tops, two of them jumping onto other while the third appeared to be floating for a bit before landing.
Moments later, one of the figures was climbing down a rope to the lower level of the mansion. The figure jumped down to a dim light, reveling to male grey raccoon wearing a black eye mask, a blue hat, blue gloves with golden bands around them, a golden belt with a blue raccoon symbol on it, and blue shoes with a golden hook cane in his hands. This was Sly Cooper, a raccoon from a long line of master thieves.
He glanced around the area
MLP: The Not-So-Great Outdoors
Deep within the beautiful golden city of Tambelon, lies the headquarters of a certain popular scouting group that is devoted to helping young fillies and colts discover their very special talents...along with earning badges in many different activities and having plenty of fun along the way: The Cutie Mark Crusaders.
Founded years ago by three little fillies, their club has grown quickly in such short time; So many young ponies and more have joined to have fun, find their cutie marks down the road as they take part in special events, and make new friends to share in the adventures they may find.
But now, the CMC has continued to gain new members...including six very special little foals that are really looking forward to an exciting weekend...because for the next three days, along with twenty other CMC scouts, they will be going on an camping trip way out in the woods a ways away from the city, near a lovely little spot called Alicorn Lake.
How to Name Your Character (Divergent)When you name your characters, you should focus mostly on the faction they are born into, not the faction they choose.
Amity names are usually soft, peaceful. You could use names like Sofie, Andy, Luna, Paul.
Erudite names are usually very matter-of-fact. Names like (yes, I'm stealing from the book) Fernando, Cara, Wilson, and Agatha would do just fine.
Abnegation usually use names that say "Don't look at me" Names that don't really bring attention. No flashy, different names really. Names like Jack, Alyssa, Tyler, and Caitynn. ('Cause that's how you spell Caitlynn. Good spelling gurl.)
Dauntless have very extravagant names. Like from the book, Uriah, Marlene, Lynn. Names like that. Heather, CJ, Yasmine, Rori
I believe Candor should be able to use any names they would like, they are Candor. They value honesty, so they should be honest with their children's names by using what they would like.
Mike's Backstory: Part 4I awoke in my sub-conscious, alone and scared. The silence was unsettling. I attempted to walk, but some force was preventing my body from moving. I turned, a gasp escaping from me. I was chained… to a boulder… unable to leave. I looked around me. There were four other boulders, all with a chain… that wasn’t empty.
S`vetlana looked at me, tears in her eyes. She attempted to speak, but Manitoba motioned for her to stay quiet. He walked about a metre forward, just before the chain pulled him back. He knew my question and he adjusted the fedora on his head, not losing his serious expression.
“The Malevolent one…” He forced his gaze to Vito, who was shocked into silence. A rare moment of quiet for his normally exuberant, egotistical personality. Vito stared at the treasure hunter with uncertainty.
He paused, pushing his gelled hair back out of his eyes. His sudden fear turned to anger and he screamed at me, eyes flaming
She sat alone in her room. She is frail and thin. She wears a hat to cover up what little hair she had. Her brothers had left her, for, visiting hours had ended. The doctor said she had 3 weeks to live. She was watching the 1988 movie, Grave of the Fireflies. She looked outside at the nighttime sky and watched the fireflies. She would catch them in a jar but, to her sorrow, they would die. When the fireflies died, she buried them in her flowerpot. After awhile, she stopped catching them but she left the window open so she could see them up close.
Toki was alone and frail and fireflies were her comfort. "Am I a firefly, too?" she would ask herself. She knew one thing about fireflies, they only lived for 3 weeks and that was the doctor said exactly how long she is supposed to live. A lone firefly flew into her room and landed on her finger. Toki was surprised but glad she had something to talk to.
"Hello, my name is Toki. You have a short lifespan and I have three w
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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