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I'm not another fairltale EnglandxReader

I’m not another fairytale
England x Reader

You were always the kind of girl who kept her nose in her books. You never really liked to be social in fact the only time you were was when you met the author of one of them. And today was no different. Just hanging out in your snuggie on your couch reading another book called ‘Where have they gone now?’ when someone had knocked on your front door.

You waited a little to see if anyone else in your family would answer it but no one showed so you got up and walked towards the door. Then saw the most breath taking man ever, he looked as if he popped right out of the pages fro

Nyapokalypse

Nyapokalypse

The small town of Seacliff in the year 2400:

Day 9 after the catastrophe:

Rumor goes through the internet that aliens have arrived on earth. Supposedly it all started with a meteorite crashing into a beach on an island.

What's more, people whisper about a shadowy organization having taken camp on said island. An organization pretty similar to Area 51, conducting various top secret experiments, including human experiments.

Apparently, after securing the meteorite, they had locked the discoverer of it into a chamber, together with his discovery.

Bits of information had leaked out over the net: The stone in the chamber had bee

Hope Among the Rain (Meganium Vore)It was a dark and stormy day in the city. Everything was gray and gloomy, and everything was smothered beneath the heavy rain. The black clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, and they showed no signs of relenting. The sun was completely blotted out, so it almost appeared as if it were night. Not many folks were out in this weather, and the ones that were wore dark rain cloaks that concealed every part of them, making them appear as nothing more than passing ghosts among the downpour. The people’s attitudes were affected by the rain. When the sun was shining, everyone would be cheerful and happy, but during the harsh season

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The Ring of the doorbell was answered by a young woman dressed only in worn black tee that fell past her thighs, her short brown hair and matching eyes smiled as she looked at the younger man at the door, a surprised look in the new arrival's face, Ryan. Ryan was a pretty average guy, black hair, brown eyes, normal everyday clothes.

"Why are you a girl?" Ryan commented as he stepped inside.

Nick shrugged, "I go back to work tomorrow, and they still expect me to be a girl."

Ryan gave a wry smile, "I think you like turning into a girl," he said dropping into an office chair opposite a computer desk.

Nick smiled cryptically, "

Dark Wings teaserScreams were coming from every direction, blood now discoloring the once emerald shaded grass. There was no hope left here anymore. The world of Aria, home of the Angels, was now a dying planet. Aria was teaching its residence the repercussion of soiling ones thoughts with false defamation. The verdicts seemed fair, for what they judged was deceitful from the very beginning.

But the blood, oh God, the blood, there was so much of it. Splattered all across the grounds, the shadowy aura of the one with dark wings suffocated the area, making the scene even more offensive.

SUICHI SHORT

SUICHI SHORT

By Yomero.

In their quest to know more about Meronii’s mysterious gloves, Suichiro along with the Tashi and the slave maiden camped near the shore of a river. After a renovating dinner, the group sat back and rested around the fire.

“Tomorrow we will arrive at the mansion at noon.” Suichiro stated. “But we need to begin our journey early.”

Sitting over a rock, Tashi interrupted the fighter while drinking from a small dish. “Why is so important for you going with this lord?”

“Meronii was her slave. He must be responsible of leaving her like this.” Suichiro responded.

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TGB: Sonic Youth

Paw pads weren't meant for stones, sticks, or bones... That was Otter's assertion of the day as he stretched his four legs and rose up at his usual early time. At least this day's events wouldn't require him to stick around the rocky Air camp. The ginger-and-white Guard wasn't scheduled today at his usual post along the western border of Air Tribe territory. Instead, one of the elder Tribal cats had requested that Otter provide supervision (and, if need be, protection) for two of his fellow ex-iles as they frolicked around the camp or explored the neutral lands. The two had appeared to be the youngest amongst the Air Tribers, from what Otter could recall of them, and the sienna-splashed shorthair had hoped to sleep in a bit later than usual in case the bundles of energy and youth were to tire him out as he accompanied them. Otter's whiskers twitched a bit as he shook off the grogginess

Knight of Fire Breath: the Dragons' BloodlineYou were staring at the moon, listening to the sound of the old clock near you. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. As the minutes were passing by, you thought you were gonna give up waiting, but the hope was still present in your heart.

Some time after midnight, you raised your head and opened the window to let the flying creature enter.
He quickly turned back into a troll, careful to not make any noises when he put his bare feet on the ground. You closed the window, and greeted him with a kiss.

"Hello, Kankri.

"Hi, Meulin."

Your secret matesprit was a dragon. He had the ability to switch between this form and a troll one. As all the dragons, howeve

The White Mage's Awakening - Aaron's StoryI walked through a swirling vortex of blue fog so thick that I couldn’t even see the ground I was walking on or my hands in front of my face. But onwards I stumbled, batting the vapour away, trying to find my way. But the mist was like an animal, surrounding me on all sides, trying to pen me in. I felt cold and alone, all the time knowing I simply had to get through.

Then I heard her crying out. An unseen voice; desperate and frightened, and very, very faint. It didn’t matter which way I ran, I simply couldn’t get closer to her.

“Aaron!” the voice called out to me. “Aaron, if you can hear me I

GentleGentle

His kind eyes are the color of melted copper. His bare chest glistens with tiny diamonds of sweat which reflect the sun's unforgiving rays.

He wears a pair of casual sport shorts- they are bright red, and baggy- I can see his navy blue boxers poking out, brushing against his abdomen.

His hair is messy, his square jaw covered with a new generation of facial hair. His massive hands rest at his sides, his great fingers clutching his shorts.

"You need somethin?" He asks in a casual tone. He smiles kindly and crosses his thick arms across his naked chest, looking me up and down.

I bite my chapped lip and shake
My head, feeling the swea

Shinigami x reader - pocky game (Shuuhei)Notice how his camera keeps breaking? This is where you come in ~
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"___________ stop squirming!" Rangiku dragged you to Shuuhei's Newspaper Department.
"I-I CAN'T!!!" you shouted
"Why?" Rangiku asked
"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C...." You started shaking with the pocky box in your hand.:iconamericafriesplz:
"What? You look like you saw a ghost..." Rangiku giggled.
And before you could answer, you passed out in Rangiku's arms with a red face. When Rangiku turned around, she understood what just happened to you... Shuuhei was behind both of you the whole time.
"Oh, you." Shuuhei narrowed his eyes at Rangiku.
"Look, I said I'm sorry!" Rangiku pouted.
"You broke a total of 38 of my cameras this week...how are you gonna pay up?" Shuuhei asked.
"Well, here!" Rangiku pushed your lifeless body towards Shuuhei as a cover to run away. Luckily, he managed to catch you before you fell to the ground.
"GET BACK HERE!" Shuuhei was about to run after her un

MotherGood Morning Mama,

What a beautiful day it is today
My God, the sunshine has this way of lifting my skin into pure bliss.
Don't you love it?

The gentle breeze?
The grass beneath your feet?
The smell of trees and berries?

Do you remember when I was afraid of the grass? or the dirt? Hell, I was afraid of the sun.
I would squirm around trying to burrow my face deeper into your belly.
It always made me feel safe.
Do you remember?
I remember

Your belly was always so warm.
Sometime I miss it.
The world outside can be cold.

Did you ever feel cold?
Probably not
You were always so warm.

I've made a buncha new friends, Mama.
You'd like them
Th

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Kisou fight seen

by ~greensalamander, Oct 9, 2012, 9:03:01 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Short Stories

The screams of the ravens slowly echo trough the empty church. I touch the gold altar and think of the bloodshed that swept over the land like a plague. "Tap", tap, tap My head turns to see a figure of a man holding a long sword his body covered in scars his clothing ripped and blood stained. "I heard there was someone out here, but to find out there is and they would come into my church and touch my altar." I feel my body loosening; the hairs on my arm standing up and taste blood in my mouth. "This is your altar?" I grab a chunk of the altar using black and green ruke. "well it looks like I tainted it" I look up to see Crows circling the top of the ceiling when suddenly they dive into the ground splashing around me into black puddles; from the black puddles spikes shoot out towards my head I duck avoiding them, then mixing black, blue, white and red ruke I force it into the goo from the altar slowly, while moving my hand as each section forms, I end up with a thin but strong object that resembles a sword. I slide out of the way of the second attack from the crows, cutting the middle of one of the spikes in mid slide, the spike falls apart as if the body of it was made of water and the head forged of steel. "So that's your trick" I turn around and cut the watery body of another spike the head falls the same as the first. From the side the demon slashes at me with his long sword, I put my hand out towards the sword and shoot a strong burst of black, blue, white and red ruke I turn the air into a solid the sword hits the air and the demon tries to push through. Black panel with blood splattered across it.

Kisou fight seenby ~greensalamander

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Hopefully this will be a teaser for green salamander please Critique it I was to lazy to do so myself.

Critique by ~Rozen-Guarde Dec 24, 2012, 5:11:46 PM

I was able to understand what was happening in the teaser, and just based on this one paragraph, I grade your originality high. Though, I don't know the whole back story. The writing managed to keep my attention, was easy to understand and suspenseful in the end. For improvement, I would recommend avoiding run on sentences, and trying make sure that your descriptions have the right amount of detail. Not too much and not too little. This will keep the audience from becoming confused from reading your work. Other than that, excellent job on doing a teaser! Keep up the hard work and I'll look forward to your next piece!

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