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GG 2: A Glorious StuffingGrace sat on the couch in the living room reading a book, relaxing by letting herself drift off into her novel. Her bright purple eyes from her contacts flicked back and forth, absorbing each and every word and forming her own world from them. Months had passed since the incident with her sister Gloria that involved her being blackmailed to being her servant. She tried to put the even out of her mind since then though, and continued on with her usual everyday activities. She continued to read in the cozy and dim lit living room until her mother entered the room from hallway.
“Okay Gracie, the food should be about done and we have plenty more in the pantry if you need it.” Her mother said as she pulled her purse over shoulder. It was Friday night and Grace had invited a few friends over for a small get together to celebrate the end of their test week in school. Her parents also decided to have a night out and were going to be gone for quite a while.
Oh thanks mother, that
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 16
Author's note: My sommer holidays just started and I'm in this situation of being overtired, because I watch anime the whole night
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
The life with my crutches is way easier now that have them for a while. Although the pain is not so strong every time I move. That’s why life is more comfortable for me and walking around is not such a big problem any more.
Walking out of my bathroom after doing my hair I slowly make my way over to my bed just when a knock on the door is heard and “I’m coming in.”
Dumbfounded by this sudden intruder I froze in place and watch the door gets opened. This day the one who brings me my breakfast is Akashi.
Stepping inside first he looks at the bed with an emotionless expression. Then he looks worried, because I’m not laying there and after that his features turn angry when he notices me standing on the other side of the room.
PVC Demons - Written InfoAPPEARANCE: Skin and body
Their skin color can be a bright color, but not to the point where its an eye-rape. ( so this means nothing raibow ). Mostly their skin consists of about 3 colors in which one is the main skintone, and the other two the markings.
Usually the main skin tone is a lighter one, while the markings are usually darker.
As for markings, they can vary from stripes, to blotches, to spots, and much more.
They always seem to be having FIVE finger-toes and normal human hands with five fingers, though they're adorned with sharp black claws.
PVC demons get their name for the black PVC clothing they always seem to wear.
Every PVC monster owns a mask, either it be normal or a gas-mask. But its not to hide a foul mouth or anything. They just have a normal mouth really, the only oddity in it being is that they have a black tongue and sharp teeth.
The mask and pants are both ALWAYS black, though it may have some bright colored extra's. ( in example, additiona
Sidathe Esphimel: Bio (Remake)
Name: Sidathe Esphimel
Hometown: Elmysia, the City of Riches
Weight: Hates to reveal
Eyes: Light Blue
Personality Traits: Spoiled, selfish, sarcastic, rude and immature. She is mean in the outside but inside, she has a soft side and is kindhearted and cares about others but always hides her sweet nature. She shows that she has a fondness of foxes and wants one of her own someday.
Likes: Treasure, money, being wealthy, foxes, having whatever she wants, eating course meals with no limit.
Dislikes: Poor quality products, being called "cute", not getting things her way, being poor, not eating enough food courses to satisfy her hunger.
Attributes: She is an expert katana user with excellent melee skills is sword fighting combat. She is atheletic and agile.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence gets the best of her,
Revenge-Behind the ScenesAdrian looked at the ground. "Well...you see...Jordan and I were very close..." he smiled slightly. "And...we found that we are alike." Adrian looked up at the brothers as his eyes flashed a familiar, haunting crimson.
"CUT!!!" Velvet yelled into her megaphone. Backstage workers came onto set and began to gather props and roll out the scenery.
"Jordan!?" Adrian exclaimed before kneeling down on the grave Jordan was buried under.
"Can someone get me out?" Jordan's muffled reply called, and two men began to dig away the dirt that was placed above him and his coffin.
Velvet got up from her seat and brought the megaphone to her mouth. "That's a wrap!" she called before heading towards the dressing rooms of the stars of Revenge. She had just finished her sequel to the famous story, and she had plans for a third.
The young fox hybrid fixed the beret on her head and knocked on Dan's door. There was then a series of self-praises and laughs from the
Bucky X Reader: Facing My Demons (part 3)The drive was just as long as it had been before. Bucky stayed quiet in his seat, his eyes staring at the road ahead. The conversation was very limited so you started fiddling with the radio. You weren't one to listen to music during car rides since you thought it was distracting, but this time you wanted something to help loosen the quiet tension in the air. Bucky paid no mind to your constant dial twisting so you assumed he was okay with it.
You flipped through several stations, pop, country, rock, and even some good 80's music, but when you flipped past a classical station Bucky quickly asked you to turn it back on.
You did as he asked and listened as Frank Sinatra's voice filled the car as he sang 'Our Love'. Boy, how old was this station?! This was something your grandparents would've listened to. You almost wondered aloud but looked over and saw that Bucky was no longer sitting stiffly in his seat, looking ahead at the endless road. Instead he was leaning back, his shoulders ease
FIOLEE: Don't need saving Ch. 6Don’t need saving Ch. 6
“Dude, she’s here again.”
Marshall looked up to see his friend Wendell watching him with concern. “I can’t do anything. She is free to do what she wants.” He replied.
“No, you don’t understand. She’s outside this door. She wants to talk to you.”
Marshall looked at the door and let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine, I’ll talk to her.” Floating toward the door he opened it and found the white haired girl he had once thought he loved standing there with her hands clasped behind her back. “What do you want?” He asked in a stone cold voice.
“Hey Marshall,” She mumbled. “I came here to talk.”
Crossing his arms over his chest he waited for her to continue.
“I know that what I did to you was wrong and I’ve realized now that I haven’t been with you that…that I love you.” She pause
Testing Ch.3 (Revenge Back/Side Story)The next morning, Jordan awoke to voices outside of his room. He sat up and looked around, realizing he was still in Dan's lab. He figured Dan was discussing with his parents.
Quietly, Jordan got out of bed and approached the door before cracking it open. He peered outside, and he saw Dan standing before the door talking to Herobrine and Katharine. Jordan stayed quiet and remained hidden behind the door, listening in on their conversation.
"...I don't think punishment is helping his condition," Dan said, fixing his glasses. "Sheobadr seems to get energy from what he feels. If his emotions get too out of control, it could become dangerous."
Katharine glanced at Herobrine, who remained silent.
Dan looked down at the floor. "I still wish to experiment on him. He's not willing to go back as of now. Of course, you can always try to get him back, but I doubt there will be high success," he put in.
"We still want to talk to him." Herobrine replied.
"Very well," Dan said, stepping aside.
-JUEVES 3:00 AM-
-Agencia Secreta num.15-
Sonidos proviniendo de los computadores en esa gran sala, maquinas, armas, todo lo que un buen espía utiliza, sin olvidar los relojes para que vean la hora exacta. Varias personas trabajaban a pesar de que era muy temprano, una jovencita de aproximadamente unos 19 años iba directamente a la sala de prácticas, donde se encontró con una chica pelirroja que practicaba la puntería de sus armas, mirándola con asombro, ver como jalaba el gatillo y daba muy cerca del blanco exactamente, con el minúsculo sonido de su voz, volteo de inmediato mostrándola en la mira haciendo que esta diera un pequeño salto.
-¡BAJA TUS ARMAS FLYNN!- Dijo mientras se cubría la cara con sus manos.
-Ah, eres tú-
Comenzó a bajar sus armas, de eso soplo su flequillo haciendo que se levantara y quedara como normalmente lo tiene, guarda sus armas en su cinturón que estaba alrededor
Sonic VS Eggman: A Story by Featherism "Do you ever think we'll get married, Sonic?", Amy asked as Sonic cradled her in his arms. They were curled up in a large, wool blanket on Lover's Hill-- a hotspot for couples wanting to spark up some romance in their relationships. Sonic pondered the question, then replied, "Yes. When I get enough rings, I will buy you a diamond ring and make you mine. Darling, you are the love of my life and I want to satisfy you in every way I can". With this, Sonic began gently caressing Amy's thigh with his unnaturally large gloved hands. "Oh, Sonic!" Amy playfully protested as the hedgehog worked his way up her body, rubbing her down like a god damn dog. Amy blushed with excitement and started to moan softly. Sonic, feeling a little adventurous, decided to do something that he had never done before: go full anal. He pushed Amy down and held her arms against the ground and began ripping her panties off with his teeth. "Oh fuck, this is going to be so good!", Sonic muffled with the di
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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