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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
Awesome Mix Peter Quill x Tomboy!Reader
A/N: Set after GOTG, where the crew are chillin' in ____'s ship.
"Beverages and required substances have been prepared and accomplished in the 'kitchen'." Gamora bowed before letting everyone be seated, the meal was finally from Earth.
"Damn this looks good." ____ immediately stuff the double bacon cheeseburger in her mouth, the meat slightly falling out of said mouth. Gamora cringed at her unlady like actions but cautiously toyed with her salad. Groot stared blankly at the meat, Rocket had devoured his and Peter was munching through.
"I second that." Peter said with a mouth full.
"So attractive." ____ muffled back.
"That's why you're dating me babe."
"Two reasons to be sick right now, fuck my head hurts." Rocket said sarcastically, rubbing his head exaggerating as per usual.
_____ and Peter looked at eachother straight away, their eyes locking with mischevious intentions.
"I am Groot."
"What do you mean I shouldn't of said that?-"
"Hey (hey) What's the matter with your head? yeah.
A Late Night TG Part 2 (Final)
Ryan was your average everyday guy. He had a good job and went to a nice college as well. Tonight he had just finished playing video games online with his best friend Ted. They had just now called it a night and he was relaxing now on his couch from that intense session.
"Ah, man tonight was fun. But man those mobs nearly kicked our butts." He chuckled thinking to himself of new strategies for tomorrow. "Good thing its summer vacation otherwise I'd so sleep in and be late for classes but I'm not so who cares." He shrugged dismissing the thought of school like most would.
After that thought Ryan lounged around for a bit before getting up heading into the kitchen fixing up a late night snack. He easily settled on some buttery popcorn putting it in the microwave standing back waiting. "Oh man, I can smell it already." He said staring at the popping bag filling up with his favorite snack.
The microwave buzzed and Ryan opened it, immediately sticking his hand in the open bag getting a handf
Mistake G/TSeveral years ago, there was a curious human child who found a shy giant child in the forest, living with a human family. The human family doesn't know where the giant came from, but they told the child he was friendly and kind, and also told her not to mention him to anyone.
The giant and human became friends over time and things were going well...until the 'event' had happened.
The human, now a young teenager at the time, was about to be attack by another human when the giant saved her. The way he saved her though, had terrified her, since his behavior was completely different from his gentle and kind nature. When the giant tried to comfort her thought she freaked out and ran away, calling him a monster. This hurt the giant deeply, and he didn't know what to do.
The worst and biggest mistake was after she ran away from him...she sold him out because she was scared. After she sold him out though she regretted it and she wanted to warn the family but it was already too late. The giant
How to Become A Slender Proxy(Disclaimer Note: the Slender Man and his proxies are a work of fiction.
Please, do not take this seriously.)
~ WARNING: IF YOU STILL RETAIN SOME OF YOUR SANITY, DO NOT
TAKE PART IN THIS RITUAL. IF YOU ARE WILLING TO ACCEPT THE
RESULTS OF THIS RITUAL, PLEASE CONTINUE. THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE TO QUIT. ~
Define Proxy: a servant and/or helper to the mythical creature, the Slender Man. Proxies are said to be the Slender Man's only human connection to the outside world. A Proxy's duty varies depending on what tasks their Master assigns to them. A few examples are: maintaining order in the Slender Woods, translating their Master's thoughts and speech to others, even going as far as 'taking care of' those who are in their Master's way. Whatever the Slender Man wants, it is the Proxy's job to make sure it happens, cleanly or not. It is assumed by many that the Slender Man sees its Proxies as simply nothing more than personal
Stolen TreasureStolen Treasure
Part 1: The Big Day.
Warning: M/M, Light Tcest.
Characters(Main): Michelangelo, Raphael, Usagi, Leonardo.
Pairing: Usagi/Michelangelo, implied Leonardo/Michelangelo.
Michelangelo sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a long black kimono with orange and white flowers down this sides of it. It was his wedding day. Today Michelangelo was marrying the eldest son of the Royal family, Miyamoto Usagi. It was an arranged marriage that Michelangelo father, Splinter, had agreed to. Splinter believed that Mikey would make a fine partner for Miyamoto Usagi. Splinter was Usage master and trained the young rabbit at an early age. Mikey and Usagi had known each other and been friends since they were little, but Mikey didn’t realize Usagi was in love with him until the day Splinter told him that he would be marrying Usagi.
A gentle knocking at the door brought Mikey out of his thoughts. Slowly Mikey
Fullmetal Kingdom ~ Chapter 105
Chapter 105: Similar Saviors
On the rooftops of Traverse Town, Alphonse finally reached Edward, who was on Isaac's trail! Al jumped to his side and said, "Brother, the Transmutation, it seems Isaac is-!"
The Elrics were caught by surprise as Eastern Liberators popped out of the windows and doorways to pump them full of lead! As the brothers dodged, Ed asked, "Sorry about the intermission Al, can you repeat that?" Ed punched the nearest gunman while Al batted away two more and said, "Isaac's Transmutation was designed to freeze over the entire city, including the military base!"
After driving his foot into a Liberator's stomach, Ed said, "I've noticed the Ice walls curving and connecting, there must be a few Circles hidden around the city. We crush them, the city's safe, but we still need to catch up with 'Mr. Brow'-!" As soon as Ed clocked someone from behind and threw him at Al to slam to the ground, Al reported, "Isaac's our priority, Sora said he'll deal
For StarClanScorpionfang was pushed out of the nursery by a fussy Mossfire, who demanded him to give her some space. His ears fell flat and he sighed, but she smiled and licked his cheek in reassurance before heading back inside. Scorpionfang's ears perked back up and he swished his tail slightly before padding away from the nursery. He had hated it in there as a kit. But now that he knew he would soon be a father, he couldn't stay away. He turned back to the nursery, hearing a warning hiss from a nearby kit, Burningkit, who was tired of Scorpionfang intruding on the already crowded nursery. The kit was even sitting in a nest outside the nursery big enough for only himself. Rolling his eyes, Scorpionfang flicked his ear dismissively at the kit before finally walking away and grabbing a rabbit off the fresh kill pile.
Spotting Scorpionfang's familiar dark pelt and curled tail, Marigoldflame narrowed her green eyes. She walked straight past him in the most obvious and furious way that she could, bef
Insomniatic“Move over.” “I’m hungry.” Where is daddy?” “Ow, that was my tail!”
Please be quiet.
“Stop pushing.” “Mommy, he hurt me.” “I don’t like mouse.” “It’s cold.”
Please be quiet.
“Do you wanna play?” “Come back.” “Don’t touch that!” “Don’t scratch your sister.”
“Where’s the food?” “I wanna be leader this time.” “This moss is wet.” “Don’t lick me!”
“I feel sick.” “Stop it!” “Mommy, wake up!” “Where did he go?”
The loud chatter of the nursery suddenly fell silent and all eyes were turned to the small light ginger tom who was panting heavily. The calm and quiet one who never spoke. The one who was too tired to deal with this.
Burningkit turned around and ran out of the nursery, Will
S3 - Attack Of The Loli's!!!It was a glorious morning as the sun rose over our little town here. The birds were chirping, morning dew was set, and kids were off to school. Including Mimi and her friends. They were in middle school and all so they had to head off like any other person despite saving there town half the time. But anyway we begin with Mimi heading out her pink and black highlighted hair a mess walking to school slowly.
"Uggggggh, this sucks I hate school." Mimi groaned next to Izzy and Jenny walking.
"Hehehe, cheer up Mimi it'll be alright. Another great day to learn!" Jenny said brightly receiving a grunt from Mimi.
"Suuuuuuure," Mimi said rolling her eyes. "At least tell me your sane Izzy?" She asked him.
"Oh trust me Mimi I'm fine. I can sympathize I am a bit sleepy." Izzy sighed a bit walking next to Mimi.
"Oh come on maybe if you both didn't stay up playing 3ds all night then maybe you'd be awake." Jenny said sticking her tongue out at the two.
They all continued to the school until they saw ki
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
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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