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BreachI have never written before. Not even to dear old mum, before she, dad and the dog burned down in the decrepit old house I grew up in. Not even a letter to get the stinking job that I've been dragging my ass to every morning for the past 15 years. Every single essay I was assigned in school I stole from some poor sap of a kid who didn't want me to pound his face in every morning. But I'd feel bat-shit crazy telling this to anyone to their face. The looks they'd give me would eat me up inside, and I wouldn't sleep for a week. Fuck that.
May 13th, 1987
It happened again. Just about got my head ripped off for it, too. Damn fucking super didn't know what the hell was going on, he just pulled me into his office and slammed the door. Fat-ass just about broke the window. Started giving me the usual rundown of bullshit security questions to cover his own ass.
"Have you been
The Lay of NidhogNidhogismal
The Lay of Nidhog
1. Loki lay slain spewing life-blood
on the grassy plains of generals
gods and einherjar fallen and gone
to final rest in fair haven above
2. World sunk far in waves below
came rushing back from waves uncovered
lush and rich with raging life anew
with few to see what was left
3. Heirs of the jotun killing hammer Mjolnir
met on green fields finding
Blind Hod and beautiful Baldur waiting
to regale each other with tales
of days long gone and dead
4. A man and woman of Midgard-land
hight Lif and Lifthraser set to
fill the world again
CurbsideI walked up the front steps of his apartment complex, passed the stark white railing that the landlord had installed the week before. I had never seen him like this before, wrapped in a red fleece blanket, puffy eyes. Empty plastic cup on the arm of the chair he had curled himself into slowly moving toward the edge with the rapid tapping movement of his foot, shaking the entire living room.
Same old, same old.
Same old, same new?
I feel empty, like I have no meaning, no purpose.
He shrugged and looked away. We discussed and idealized, talking circles around a subject we both new we couldn't explain, or avoid. Cliches spewed from my mouth. I never understood people when they were like this. I guess it just wasn't in my own psyche to feel that way, so it was hard to empathize with what he was going through. Stories floated through the room, getting absorbed into the artw
Reader x Dave: Puns"Hurry up ___! Do it! I want to see how this goes!"
"Shut up John! Give me time! Go make some cookies or whatever!" You hissed at your friend, John Eggbert, as you stared at your computer. The two of you were trying to figure out a way to get you to cleverly admit your love for none other than Dave Strider, the cool 'swaggie' kid.
'I got this...'
-- -_ [ -_ ] began pestering turntechGodhead [ tG ] at 12 : 37 P.M --
tG: holy fuck what do you want ___
-_: I am trying to impress John and everyone by thinking of puns! I know that your irony can help me, right~?
-_: Oh what?
tG: can you do algebra
-_: *___ sighs loudly at what (s)he knew would lead up to this* yes Dave, I can do algebra. I'm not the best, but I can get you at least a C on that math report you have on Wednesday.
tG: sweet okay who do you need puns for
-_: literally everyone! All the trolls and the rest of you kiddos!
tG: dont call me a kiddo
France X Sick! Reader - I'll Be There For You
Alright, let's see what I can do~. Hopefully I'll do good.
France X Sick!Reader - I'll Be There For You
You lay in your bed, stomach pains and a constant nauseated feeling. You've already puked twice today and you feel like you don't want to anymore. You sigh and hear a knock at the door. You got up and your head pounded, causing you to hold a hand to it. You walk to the door and open it to reveal your flirty, best friend Francis or better known as the personification of France.
"'Ello (Y/N)! 'Ow are you doing?" Francis asked with the accent that you found pretty cute. Okay you admit, you have a giant slight crush on the Frenchie. "Terrible." You simply replied. "Oh? What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm sick. That's what. I think I have a stomach virus." You replied, grumpily. Sickness messes with your emotions, makes you kind of grumpy.
"Do you 'ave a fever?" Francis asked as you moved aside to let him in and you closed the door. "I dunno to be honest." You replied. "Zhen you must ta
Poland X Child!Reader
Okay, first time writing Poland! Let's do this!
Poland X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.
"Hey, are you, like, okay?" A male voice asked.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at a man with soaked straw blonde hair sticking to his cheeks and bright green eyes, full of life, curiosity and worry. He was dressed in a salmon pink collared, button up shirt, black pants and black shoes. The girl looked at the man in confusion. "Are you talking to me?" She asked. The man nodded and said, "Yeah, like, who else would I be talking to?"
The small girl shrugged. "I dunno. Why are you worried about me anyways? No one else has been..." She said. The man felt a tug at his heart and picked the small, cold, wet girl up. She didn't protest. "Because I have a heart, unlike some of these people..." The man said. "Wanna, like, come to my house? It's totally warm there and I could, like, get you some totally cute clothes." He asked the girl. The girl simply nodded. "That'd be
When life gives you CreepyPasta. XIIIAfter smelling the beautiful scent of food, you took off into a run towards the dinning room, the slobbering Smile dog right on your tail. Ignoring the small giggle from behind, you slid into the dinning room, almost sliding into the table but succeeded not to. Mentally cheering, you victory was short lived, something came out and made contact with the back of your head, a noise echoing in your ears. "Nien running in zhe house!" Grabbing the back of your head, you let out a whine and curled your toes. Sure, you knew who it was that whacked you- as if it wasn't obvious enough, but as a natural reaction you turned around. You got an eyeful of a sigh you'd NEVER forget! There stood Slenderman in all his glory - pride probably shot - wearing a pink apron, with hearts. Pursing your lip, your head craned back as if you were trying to decide whether this was real or not. If you could see his eyes, you would imagine them squinting as be leaned over towards you. "Vhat? Vhat are you staring
Attack on Titan: Erwin x reader x Levi Pt.1There was a feeling of pity in sitting heavy in your stomach.. and your chest. You sat outside of the closed off door and leaned against the frame. The sight was burned into your memory. Erwin had been so covered in blood, no one could tell if it was from a wound of his own or from the comrades falling around him. It was disturbing when a shaky voice called out his name, and he didn't move, he didn't look like he was breathing. Your mind began to swim in hysteria again before you opened your eyes and took a breath. You were safe in the building, he was safe in the building.. He was alive. You honestly struggled to remember how Levi had found the both of you as quickly as he did, but.. Thank God for that little man. A sharp exhale pushed through your lips as you turned around and opened the door quietly, catching sight of Levi sitting on a stool next to a steel bathtub. Erwin still being unconscious, Levi took it upon himself to take care of the commander.
He wore his uniform, onl
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 1How the hell did you get to this place? Heck you didn’t know…it was weird and dark and spooky and you swore you heard creatures somewhere.
All you remember was laying on your bed, enjoying a good book and sipping some lovely tea then BAM! You were falling from the sky and landed hard on the greyish ground, clenching your book as if it was going to save you. And on the floor you still laid, before regaining yourself and standing up, wiping off the dirt– or whatever it was off of your being.
“Bloody hell...” You cursed, a deep frown marring your face and your nose crinkling in slight displeasure. Still clenching your book, you took off towards…was it the south or the east? Whatever! You didn’t care about directions, as long as you could find a way out of this place.
You shivered at the night wind, and wrapped the bathrobe around you, since you had forgotten that you were still in a nightgown, and that was indecent for a lady to wear out in publ
Hetalia X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.Hetalia X Child!Reader- It's Going To Be Okay.
A child no more than five walked around in the downpour outside, dressed in what used to be a light shirt and shorts. Her wet, matted (H/C) hair plastered to her face by the rain. She was deathly pale and her dull (E/C) orbs showed no spark of life. The few strangers on the streets payed her no attention. She was used to it. No one cared for her. She saw a bench so she climbed onto it and sat down and closed her eyes.
Until she heard a voice.
The Peryton (Peritius borgesi) is a species of herbivorus pterosaur indigenous to Ophionia.
The Peryton superficially resembles a deer, and is 5 feet tall with a 25 foot wingspan. It's body is mostly covered with dark green pycnofibres, with white on the underbelly. The wings are mostly white with black tips. The back legs are long, with yellow feet. It's head is mostly black with white on the lower jaw, and around the ear holes. The head's most prominent feature is the branching, antler-like crest.
As there are no deer, or similar mammals in Ophionia, Perytons have evolved to fill their ecological niche as browsers. Perytons live in large flocks, and communicate with a series of roars and cries. They are notoriously agressive and have been known to gore humans to death with their crests. Mated pairs tend to build their nests atop high cliffs, and are fiercely protective, driving off any intruders including other Perytons
lEYEbraryA bare light bulb, hanging from a grand and arched ceiling, creaked silently as it imperceptibly swayed back and forth. It's bleary light casting but the wannest of light on the thickly layered dust of the shelves below. Private old books, in piles or alone, kept their bodily secrets close and confidential. Ancient ladders endured moments of inevitability that led to the end of their short lives. In an aisle between bent shelves was an aisle in ancient dust, carved by a mote of human existence. Watchful scrolls on forgotten bottom shelves, with quiet disinterest, noted the girls passing. One-eyed and battered, empty cotton stuffing in a monkey skin acquiesced itself to be dragged behind a dispassionate child; Neither with nor without. Knowledge, infinite in it's tiny words, drew her forth, endlessly...
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