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Ryders Prt4Izzie walked into the large circular room that served as the Academy's auditorium. It was a room she knew very well, and even before she got into it, she knew exactly what she would be seeing.
Students from the ages fourteen to nineteen filled the room, all in groups. The younger students stuck by their parents, while the older ones talking with their friends. Most of the adults stayed with their own circles: the dragons with the other dragons, the hippogriffs with the hippogriffs, and the rocs with the rocs.
Each family had its own look, whether it was the tattoos they had on their skin, or the clothes that they wore, each had its own traditional appearance that had been passed down from generation to generation. This was not only with the otherkin, either. Many of the humans came from honorable lineages, and wore the garb and symbols from their ancestors. For instance, some men cut their beards a certain way, or the woman wore their hair in a very memorable fashion.
At the front of t
Ryders Prt3Contrary to popular belief, dragons are not hatched from eggs. They are born in the same way that humans are, and for reasons unknown to humans and dragonkind, look indistinguishable from human babies. This goes the same for all otherkin. Sometimes it may be the custom for a certain clan of otherkin to mark the child with tribal tattoos, or piercings, or something to single them out as a non-human. But upon arriving from the womb, all babies, human or otherwise, look the same.
In fact, until they hit puberty, there is absolutely no difference between humans and otherkin. Once in adolescence, humans begin developing: girls become women, and boys become men. Otherkin go through a similar process, but with an added phase: they begin to look more like their parents.
Dragons may grow scales, whereas griffins may grow feathers, and unicorns fur and manes. No two otherkin develop at the same rate, or develop the same features in the same order. One dragon may start growing his wings as young
Ryders Prt1The day that Isotta went to school was one of those regrettably rainy days, which only had a negative effect on the already foul mood that was festering in the car.
It was the morning of the first day of the new school year, and Isotta, who more commonly went by the nickname Izzie, was entering into her squire year of the local military training school, which just so happened to be the closest to her house, and also several miles away from any sort of civilization.
The school, Percival Academy, was named after said hero of legend. Students entered into it the same time as other students entered into high school. However, when high school lasted four years, Percival Academy lasted six. These six years were divided in half, where the first three years went pretty much the same way as high school. The classes took place in the right part of the building, were pretty much the same as classes that they would take in high school, only more challenging, and the years had the same names: fresh
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
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
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
Dont Leave Me Dean X Angel!Reader
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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.
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
The Broken Remain Broken“Sleetkit! Vinekit!” Jadesnow’s scream rang through the camp as the nursery collapsed on her two youngest kits. “No! My kits!” She threw herself at the rubble of what was left at the den and started violently tearing at it, her claws becoming bloody from tearing at the tough rocks and roots. The yowls of the beginning battle were drowned out to her, only the echoing scream of her kits and the blood pounding in her ears. Her vision blurred with tears and as the other queens ran to safety, Jadesnow stayed as she clawed desperately at what she refused to believe was a useless attempt to save her kits.
“Jadesnow!” Spiderstep’s voice broke through her haze momentarily only for her to be bowled over by an attacking warrior. The fall scattered her thoughts for a moment and she felt a sharp pain shoot down her abdomen. “Jadesnow! Stay down!” Jadesnow lifted her head as Spiderstep jumped over her and swiped his claws at the face warrio
Ryders Prt2Percival Academy was located several miles from the closest town, called Walla Walla, in the state of Washington. Technically, it was also part of Walla Walla, but most people who lived there didn't even know that the school existed.
It had been formed somewhere around the time the state of Washington was founded, only about a hundred years prior. The building itself definitely looked a hundred years old, and it had been built in the old European style of baroque. Ivy vines grew over its walls, and it was hard to tell where the building became the trees that grew against its walls. In fact, it was a hard building, even when looking directly at it, to spot.
The Academy didn't look exactly like a military fort, nor did it look exactly like a castle, but something in between. It was very large, and divided into two buildings, the right wing and the left wing. The two wings were connected by a large circular section, which looked like a cathedral on the outside, but worked like an auditori
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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