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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
SPN: Reader x angel boys: ice bucket challengeSupernatural: reader X angel boys: ice bucket challenge
A/n: with all the ice bucket challenges going on why the hell not XD
You sat there in the bunker, two buckets of ice water next to you, Castiel had been browsing the internet for a while after you learned him how to and came across something called “the ALS ice bucket challenge” and wanted to try it out. You had decided to join him; hey it was for a good cause anyways. You turned on your camera and began to talk
“Hi everyone, my name is (Y/N) and this is my friend Cas” Cas made a little wave to the camera “And we’ll do the ALS Ice bucket challenge for you” you looked at him “ready?” “I’m ready (Y/N)” you picked up one of the ice buckets and he did too “On three, one, two three!” on three you each poured the buckets empty over one another. You gave a little shriek of how cold it was, cas just spluttered some. You laughed some “wow,
Light bringer|Lucifer x reader| 4
what....what is that sound?
What IS that sound....
You groaned, lifting you head off your pillow to gaze into the darkness of your room. Your bedroom door was cracked and light was seeping out from the hallway and creeping across the floor. Whatever that sound was it was coming from the livingroom.
You already had a pretty good idea of who was in the livingroom so you laid your head back down, fluttering your eyes close.
You tried to sleep, you really did, but the sounds coming from the hallway were way too distracting. "What is he doing?" You mumbled to yourself,pushing off the bed and wrapping the covers around your shoulders as you shuffled into the hallway.
Lucifer was an on and off switch with his playfulness lately. He could be all shits and giggles one moment then the next he could want to snap you neck the next moment. It was all so bi-polar and made you head spin because you had to always refrain what you wanted to say.
Light bringer| Lucifer x reader| 5
The late autumn rain was pouring outside and you couldn't help, but flinch at the lightning that temporarily blinded you and lit the whole world in a white light, for only a milisecond, before dying away. The boom of thunder followed the lightning, and you couldn't help, but groan in irritation.
Here you were, sitting in a silent diner while it poured outside. You had driven pretty far from your hometown, in a stolen car, before you ran out of gas. Then you walked and it started to rain and then you found this place. Lucifer hadn't given you much help, to be honest. He just told you to keep moving and don't stop because then you'd get caught.
Well screw his advice You growled to yourself, slouching in your seat. The diner had these classic checkerboard like tiles and the tables were wooden and set up so two people could sit across from each other. There was an old man in the corner of the diner, eyeing you cautiously, and a teenager greedily eating a hamburger with his mot
Human SuperWhoAvenge x Doctor!Reader
____ sat in her TARDIS, hugging her knees and leaning against the console. The machine whirred comfortingly, turning up the temperature and throwing out a her tweed jacket. She had lost the kindest people in her life, Amy and Rory Pond. Oh the Ponds, her family were now gone because she was too late, too cowardly...again!
She stood up, wiping her eyes and staring into the console's beautiful energy source, the orange hue glowing, the whirring soothing her.
"River, they were your parents, I'm sorry." She rubbed her arm comfortingly.
"I'm fine, but promise me this Doctor; don't travel alone."
"You could come with me."
River shook her head gently, her curls bouncing.
"One psychopath per time machine, eh?"
____ nodded, feeling her stomach fill with butterflies and nerves as she dropped River off. The curly haired woman bounced out of the machine, swinging the doors open as she was taken back to her cell.
"River?" She called.
"Don't be a stranger."
River hugged he
FidgetBridget Full Bio
Verse: CreepyPastaverse (not sure what difference this makes >.>)
Alias: The Doll Master, Mistress Bridget, Patchwork doll, Patchwork Scientist, Fidget Puppet, Heart Rotter, Striped Scientist.
Sexual Prefrences: Pansexual
Age: 19 (died around 16 or 17)
Birthdate: Sept 2 1996
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Affiliation: Zalgo/ PRM puppet
Occupation: Mad Scientist
Birthplace: Northside Seattle, Washington
Figure: Tall, Average size.
Hieght: 6ft 5 inches
Skin tone: Her natural skin is very pale
Eyes: Her own eyes are deep blue
Place/ Type of residence: Seattle underground
Laguage spoken: English
Favorite color: Red or Green
Fears: Rabbits, Slenderman, Lonelyness, drowning, PRM
Good or Bad?: <
Keep It Slim Bucky x Bullied!Reader
~.I'm going through a rough breakup with you know who and I found out he's been flirting with this girl whilst dating me. I feel really betrayed and depressed and I just needed to write some fluff to take my mind off of it.
Warnings: Self Loathing, bullying, physical and verbal abuse and strong and sensitive language.
You have been warned, enjoy.~
A deep pang of self loathing hit her in the face. Her school was so pathetic, they ignored the hate blogs about her on the school website, the endless torment through lessons whenever they'd put pictures of her and draw repulsive things with it, Photoshop her, destroy her work and throw verbal and physical abuse at her. The entire school hated her for no reason, other than the fact she was in the Avengers. They made her feel guilty for her powers that she had no control over. The girls would call her roasted at the stake, her powers being able to control fire and sources of light. The boys would beat her physically, shoving her into her
Fullmetal Kingdom ~ Chapter 103
Chapter 103: Wings Overhead
"(maniacal laughter) Now this IS a pleasant surprise, the Freezing Alchemist, paying an old war buddy a visit!"
A few weeks ago, before Isaac's forces attacked Central City, Isaac went to a prison, where he spoke with a prisoner, who was also a State Alchemist turned traitor…
"A 'war buddy', please Zolf, I knew no 'buddies' in the Ishbalin Massacre, I only knew the bastards and their mad dogs." Isaac explained. Zolf then asked, "You do realize I'm no different, right?! That I'm what most liberators AND doctors call a 'mad dog'? The names are as they come; Zolf J. Kimblee, the Mad Bomber of the military, the Red Lotus of Ishbal, and let's not forget my main title, the 'Crimson Alchemist' (snicker)."
Isaac then said, "You also took pride in what you did! You ripped those soldiers apart with your alchemy, didn't you? You must have had a reason-!"
"Let me just stop you right there before you keep blabbering like a dick!" Kimblee said before he went on, "Yo
the tickler 4
"Are you ticklish dear?" wonders Hilda. "Why?" wonders Lucy. "Did you not hear me before?" wonders Hilda pointing her walking stick at lucy. "Y...yes." gulps Lucy. "Then are you or not?" wonders Hilda. "Yes..." says Lucy leaning back. "Good." says Hilda setting her walking stick down. "I keep telling myself not to come and what do i do? Say it out loud!" thinks Lucy.
Fairy tail guild....
"Erza wheres Lucy? Did you get rid of this tickler lady already?" wonders Natsu. "no. She took Lucy inside and shut the door on me." says Erza without emotion. "Lets get her then!!" says Happy flying up. "We cant tell until a couple hours from now." says Erza. "What was that?" wonders Natsu grimly. "I said....if you mind! We cant tell if its a prank or not so after a couple hours we will get her out of there!!" says Erza slamming Natsu into the wall. "Y...yes maam!" says Natsu staring up at her grim expression.
Hilda looked lucy up and down and smiled. "I chose the right girl to tick
Community Service (GT): Chapter 1All I saw was a flash of tan as the human bolted out of the cardboard box that I had promptly set on the floor. I didn’t even get a good look at him before he vigorously careened across the carpet, under the nearby sofa. I watched with wide eyes as the scene unfolded. This is way too early for this crap. I hissed inside my mind, letting out a frustrated huff. Community service—Please. I had to do this, just get it over with. Better than paying those crazy fines; they would leave me completely broke. Take care of a human—fine, no problem. I could do this.
Gritting my teeth, I watched the tiny, four-inch tall human slip under the couch, ragged, green trousers disappearing into the dust and darkness. Why he was running away was beyond me—he hadn’t even given me a chance yet.
I knew that basically my assignment was to help—what was the word they had used—repair, a human stolen illegally from Earth. I had the least idea what they meant by “rep
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
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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