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Sober!Gamzee X AnyGender!Troll!ReaderYou didn’t suspect it. He didn’t ask for it, so you never knew. Now you were terrified, your mind screaming at you. You can hear the honks, loud, then soft. Your bloodpumper jumped at every honk you heard. “(Name)!” He yelled. His voice was dry, and cracked, but very high and giggly, like a child’s. You cut down an alleyway, throwing yourself at the fence and scrambling up the damned thing, losing your shoes and your weapon, which was a fold up axe umbrella. You swear, and then land heavily on the other side of the fence, your ankles screaming with protest. “We’re not playin’ motherfucking hide and seek, [Name]!” He yelled. He’s close; you can hear his juggling clubs scrape against the ground and his steps. You dive into the nearest trash deposit, landing on something squishy. Whatever it was, the liquid drips on your arm and seeps into your clothing. You almost scream with disgust. But a sudden honk makes you jump and burrow
Deadlox x Reader Part 1 (?)A/N Hey, this is my first fanfiction and I'm new here, so keep that in mind when you read this. Feedback, whether good or bad, is appreciated. Just don't hate. *gives a cookie*
You trudge through the snow, every step sinking a block, making it hard to walk. The freezing wind bites at your bare hands, and your fingers grow numb. You stuff your hands into the pockets of your (f/c) hoodie. Most of the clothes you own you're wearing at the moment, which isn't a lot: 2 T-shirts, 2 hoodies, and a pair of torn jeans. Despite the pathetic attempt to stay warm, your teeth chatter and you're shaking uncontrollably.
The whirling snow flurries in the wind make it hard to see, and you stumble over something and nearly fall. Your legs scream in protest as you struggle on, leaning into the wind. You stumble again and fall this time, sinking into the cold, soft snow. Your tired mind screams at you to get up, but your body stays still. Your eyes start to close, and the last thing you remember is
University time: cap 14University time: cap 14
Cuando termino de decirme todo lo que sentía por mi, solo pude mirarsu rostro, y lo único que pude ver sus ojos color camersi, cosa que nunca me había dado cuenta de ello, ’’son hermosos’’ pensé en ese momento, mi corazón latia tan rápido que incluso me falto la respiración por un momento, hay momentos en que sientes que el mundo a tu alrededor va en cámara lenta, y sientes tu corazón con un palpitar poco común, y encuentras otro corazón que va a la misma frecuencia. Después de todo aquello que paso en menos de una respiración, solo pude responderle:
Fionna: ma... marshall... yo.. yo.. tambien te amo
Marshall me miro a los ojos de manera muy ilusionada, intento besarme, le esquibe, muchos se preguntaran ‘’¿Por qué?’’ lo hice solo porque de momento pensé lo que finn diría
noah drabbles1. Alone
Thinking he might be left to his own thoughts, he forces himself to remember that she’s still there
under the filtered light, lying still, drone of daytime television drowning out whatever’s become of the other residents
He had hoped that there might be a better life for them waiting at the end of it, that there might be a helping hand just around the corner, just around the next week, or year.
The curtain clips the end of the bedrails but he isn’t quick enough to catch it - watching it return to its place against the wall, silently.
If only he could touch her - just once - and gather himself whole again.
and when, on still cold nights,
she would lift her chin and stare into the stars
if she were a wolf she would howl long, nose pointed at the star he once was
but through her
the weight of someone at her shoulders, close enough to smell
like their ancestors, now dead and dust
he should have been a star with them
but when pe
La verdad-Permarie 1Me siento responsable por lo que le paso, si tan solo no hubiera permitido, que fuera con él; sabía que no tenía buenas intenciones. Permarie, que no te das cuenta, lo que sientes por él puede ser o no ser amor, lo único que sé es que no importa lo que trate de hacer tu lo sigues a él, me pregunto si algún día te eh de interesar, que me dejes de ver como tu mejor amigo, pero me da miedo; pero quiero intentarlo. Aunque aún me tengas en shock, no me pueden quitar esta sensación de que nadie en este planeta te merece, eres realmente inocente, me hierve la sangre y me dan ganas de llorar por que lo tuviste que pasar en aquel día…
Era una mañana de noviembre, era bastante fría; yo traía una bufanda azul muy larga, en estos días nunca me la quito, realmente me encanta traerla. Caminaba a casa de mi mejor amiga, que como quisiera que fuera más que eso; llegue a su c
Oc's interview - Marcela
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------* Reportage's music: active mode * XD
Angelina: Hi all again! Welcome to another edition of: "Oc's Interview"! Where we inquired about the secrets of a character! This time we have a very mysterious wolf, her nickname is "The Night Princess", with you: Marcela!
Suddenly a ray goes from nowhere and destroys the tape where the music sounded and then Marcela comes with a finger smoking...
Angelina: Wow! D:
Marcela: Okay! Finish this quick, I have three things to do ¬¬ And do not play that music, it irritates me.
Angelina: Well, who would say, Marcela, you are very different that Fairyfoo! You are... :T
Marcela: More sexy and mature than her? Yes, that's obvious, that girl looks like a 5 year old! XD Anyway... Quick with the questions... I have to go to kidnap a little boy named Timmy! >:3
Angelina: Well, uh ... O_O? You kidnap Children?
Marcela: No, only o
Silence CHPT 1It was yet another hot day in Burbank, California. The sidewalk was sizzling. On one corner of the street you could see three furry creatures, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot, humoring themselves by frying actual eggs on it. On the other side of the street was a mime, who was panting like a dog.
But not everything was all pretty and happy, for every sunny day there is a dark cloud.
A man with a black hoodie glared angrily at the giggling Warners from a secret door by a tree. This man is GB, a mysterious guy who hates the WB studios. Nobody knows why he hates them. But he does. He hates every single WB employee, and he REALLY hates the Animaniacs cast. What a sourpuss.
Keep this man in mind, he’s important. Because this is how the story begins
“Aaaaaaaargh! I hate this stupid day!” GB hollered, pounding the table. His assistant, Janet Kluff, a beautiful cat toon who has black fur and short shiny blue hair, flinched at the sound. GB glared around his gloomy room, i
Entrevista a un Oc - Marcela
Entrevista a un Oc!!!
*Músiquita de reportaje modo activo XD*
Angelina: ¡Hola a todos de nuevo! ¡Bienvenidos a una edición más de: Entrevista a un Oc! En donde nosotros indagamos por los secretos de un personaje! En esta ocasión tenemos a una lobita muy misteriosa, su alias es "Princesa de la noche", con ustedes: Marcela!
De repente sale un rayo de la nada y destruye la cinta en donde sonaba la música de reportaje y entonces viene Marcela con uno de sus dedos humeando...
Angelina: ¡Wow! D:
Marcela: Terminemos con esto rápido, tengo cosas que hacer ¬3¬ Y no pongas esa música, me irrita.
Angelina: ¡Bueno, quién lo diría, Marcela eres muy diferente a Fairyfoo! Eres... :T
Marcela: ¿Más sexy y madura que ella? ¡Sí, eso es obvio, esa chica parece una niñ
the boy watched as Amber’s body fell.
Figure out which one fits
the boy; after a few hours; came back to the battle site.
He looked around and saw the thousands of bodies of his fellow soldiers. He looked at the body of the Zoroark that he killed. He looked, and found the small dust piles of the Zorua that died. He was thankful that there was no wind today. He started gathering up the dust piles. After he got one pile picked up, and he we placed it near Amber’s body and went to the other pile. He picked up that one and did the same.
“I'm sorry…” he said lowly. His voice cracked as he talked. He took off his helmet to show (describe derrick). His legs buckled and he fell to his knees. He sat on his feet and watched the Zoroark and her two dust piles for children. He imagined that the dust piles would swirl around and reform the small Zorua and the Zoroark would stand up and hug her children. He blinked but the body was still a body and the dust was
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