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The Times, They Are A-Changin'Danny, the representation of California stood in front of a news crew wearing an old suit. He pushed his messy blond hair out of his face again and leveled a steady look with the camera in the front.
“We have to admit that if things continue the way they are, we are going to have a problem!” Danny shouted, slamming his hand down. “And if everyone helps with this, America won’t drown in this problem!”
He turned and left, leaving the reporters behind. As he walked, two others joined him, states Nevada and New Mexico.
“Times are sure are changing, huh, Mexico?” Nevada said, a small smile on her face.
The blue eyed Connecticut, Ryan, sat with a note book trying to write as fast as America spoke. He was trying to make sure that his newspaper got the story before any of the others papers.
“Dude, don’t write this down!” Al said, grabbing the book. “This hasn’t even started, watch and take notes in your head.”
Final HeroMy name is Eden McCord and I am the last hero. I didn't use to be. There used to be heroes everywhere. Ones that had super powers. Ones that risked their lives for little to no pay. But that was before.
It happened on a day like any other. The three of us that had banded together as a group of sorts were just relaxing that day when a call came through for two of us to get a criminal that was in town. Without much thought, I volunteered with my best friend, Dex.
Dex was an odd girl, who prided herself being a weapons master. She could pick up anything and use it to fight. Even a stick. One thing that really set her apart from the rest of the us was that she was one of the rare normal people who are heroes. I'm close to them, but only slightly. I have bird wings but they are useless in most fights, so I'm usually using chemical mixtures that my dad sends through my twin brother Marshall.
The call was to the edge of town, which was normal for us. These calls are usually from the cops when
Important to All my WatchersWell, here's one for you all to enjoy. Everything's either on hold or canceled. My Toshiba decide today to fry it's hard drive, so I'm without any of my work on anything. Nuzlocke first comic gone. Work on Daughter of Evil/Tear of the Sword/Alluring Secret gone. Files on Black Arrow and Black Bird: Gone. I'm searching my email to find what I've sent over the year to different people, but I won't have all my files so most of my projects I'm canceling. If you're curious if the reason you watch me got cancelled or just on hold comment. I'll tell the truth and if you want to un-watch me go ahead.
(And apparently :iconstories-of-lives:'s computer fried to so we're both using her old dell. (Yeah we're rooming together for a bit).)
Costume Ideas For AHS Short MoviesRuby: Hair short and down. Red shirt that is easy to move in yet still looks good and would be practical if in a fight. Dark jeans tucked into pair of black boots. Sword with red hilt. Red spade somewhere on her that is able to be seen but not right away.
Ken: Short. White button up with blue scarf around neck. Black Slacks and dress shoes. Later on a gun with blue details added. Blue diamond somewhere that is visible but not seen right away.
Clover: Hair let down and straightened. Green dress that goes down to right about the knees. Black ballarinas. Crown with (if possible) green gem in it. White tights or leggings under dress if actress want them. Green earrings welcomed. Green club like others.
Allen: Blonde wig that can be pulled into ponytail. Yellow pollo with shorts and sneakers. One half of a yellow heart somewhere on his neck, hidden slightly by hair.
Alice: Blonde wig that is the same as Allen's. Yellow sundress with white sandles. White bo
Story of Evil (Scene One)Scene One
Once upon a time, there was a spoiled princess who ruled over a yellow Kingdom.
All the princess ever did was spend large amounts of money and have fun.
And anyone who defied her was murdered as a traitor.
The terrible princess became known as the Daughter of Evil.
The people were deprived of both money and food so they became greatly troubled.
At that moment, a swordswoman with red armor captured the princess.
The princess was to be executed in front of her people, causing them to rejoice.
But the one to laugh hardest at the gallows was the Daughter of Evil.
In the end, her final words were: Oh, it's tea time.
When the church bell tolled three times, her reign was over.
Peace returned to the land.
Everyone was happy.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Voices in my MindThere are three voices,
Two of which I listen to,
The third forever ignored,
The first voice I call Solita,
She usually is crying or laughing,
No good middle ground with her,
The second is Barb,
She's either mad or stotic,
Never showing a smile,
The ignored voice is mine,
Because the second I listen to it,
I don't know what to do.
Do You Think...Do you think,
Based off their book?
Do you think,
Off their careers?
Do you think,
O Goggles! My Goggles!O goggles! my googles! where ever have you gone?;
It's only been a year now, the prize we sought hasn't been won;
The day is near, the coplayers I hear, the people all dressed,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the costume grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where do my dear old goggles lie,
Lost and forgotren.
O goggles! my googles! Come back to me;
Come back--for without you I'm done--for without you I'm through;
For you are the most important peice--for you are the prize winner;
For you are need, to win this contest, to make their egear faces turn;
Here googles! dear googles!
Where ever have you gone;
Is it some dream that you are gone,
That you'll never be seen again?
My goggles never come back, search as I may,
My goggles never see that victory, they may as well be dead;
The trophy is still here, safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful looking, the victor cosplayer, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
The Story of Tall JackIn my home town there was the story of Tall Jack. He got his name because he was the tallest teenager in town. Jack was only fifteen, and of course, always causing trouble in the small town. Now, Jack was in love with the mayor's daughter, Lillian or Sweet Lily. Mayor Johnson didn't like his daughter and Jack together, so he had the cops frame Jack for a murder.
No one on the jury questioned it, and Jack was sentenced to death. In the town of Moonstone, there was only way to kill someone, hanging. Jack's hangman was his worst enemy, Kaien Hill.
Jack's execution wasn't quick. Kaien tied the noose so it strangled him, not break his neck. They didn't stop Kaien from slowly killing Jack, only turning away from the gruesome sight.
The story then says than Lillian found where he was buried, and cried herself to sleep beside the grave. A wolf found her, and ended her life next to her lover's grave. They say late at night, you can hear Sweet Lily crying and see a tall figure running around the
Sentiment (Loki X Reader)
~5 years old~
“All hail king Loki!” You cried enthusiastically as you knelt before him on the grass.
He smiled. “Thank you my loyal subject! You may rise!”
You giggled and stood up before laying on your back on the grassy hill. Staring at the sky. Loki did the same. You looked over at him and held his hand.
“One day you’re gonna be king. I know it.” You said as you stared in his eyes.
“And when I am you’re gonna be my queen.”
You smiled and looked up at the sky. “We’re gonna be together forever right Loki?”
“Forever and always (Y/n)....Oh and by the way I made you something! With magic my mom taught me!”
You sat up. “You did?”
“Yeah! Here!” He said handing you a small gold ring, surrounded by emeralds.
You grinned and put it on your right hand. Loki then teleported it on your left ring finger.
“So people know you’re
South Korea x Reader - Pray For
A tribute to the Sewol victims and their friends and families in South Korea.
Links and information can be found in the description.
"Yong Soo... Yong Soo, please, you have to eat..."
The words that left your mouth coated in the desperate sound of your voice seemed to have no effect on the Korean man, for instead it seemed to mingle together with the hundreds of unheard screams and grief-stricken wails that lingered and echoed in the confines of his mind. Your voice was nothing but another bruise to his already battered state, tearing open the still fresh wound.
You eyed him for a response, for anything – maybe a small movement, such as a slight perk of his ears or a subtle twitch – anything to let you know that he'd acknowledged your words, but there he remained, hunched over on the couch like a statue with his face buried in his palms.
"Yong Soo..." His name was constantly uttered by you, more often than not being said in every sentence as you approac
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
A Song For You (Daddy!Slenderman X Reader)"Shhhh, it's alright, daddy's here...." said Slenderman as he tried to calm down the small baby in his arms, a few months had already passed since he'd gotten her and right now he was trying to get her to fall asleep but to no avail.
Even as he spoke soothing words to the child her wails did not cease and only further strengthened the slender being's headache. Splendorman who was coincidentally just passing by outside the room stuck his head in and watched as his little brother try to unsuccessfully calm down his crying niece. He walked into the room covered with cream colored walls and with a crib and a lot of stuffed toys in the crib itself and on the floor.
"How about you sing for her? I've read that babies usually fall asleep when their parents sing a lullaby" he suggested to the younger Slender sibling.
"Then what do you suggest I sing her then?" Slenderman was desperate enough to sing almost anything just to get his wailing child to calm down and get some sleep.
"I know just the
We Fight Together (HiccupxReader) One-ShotThe sound of rocks crashing upon the island of Berk, mixed with the roars of dragons was heard. The black sky was covered in thick, grey smoke that made your lungs burn each time you inhaled. You tried to stay focused, tried to keep on running as your boots became covered with mud. The village houses had been set ablaze. Some were caused by the dragons who missed a target by accident, the others had been set on fire by the enemy.
Your eyes darted left and right, searching for your friends and most importantly, the one you loved with all your heart, Hiccup. Due to all your running, your (h/c) hair stuck to your forehead with sweat and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. But you couldn’t stop running. Not now when Berk was under attack.
The Outcasts had gathered up their strength and were now currently attacking with Alvin the Treacherous as their leader. You cursed underneath your breath and you dived to the ground in front of you in order to avoid being hit wit
Norway x Reader: Actions Speak Louder Than Words*Squeeze* "GAH! What the he-" *Poke* "Um, please sto-" *Squeeze*
______ glares at her friend from the coffee table, him on the couch and her on the floor. "Lukas.", ______ warns in a deadly tone. It was a normal day in the (l/n) household, well, except for an unexpected visit from a certain Norwegian. Lukas lets out a flicker of a smile, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. "Yes?", he asks, with that same monotone voice. He mentally smirks, but kept up the infamous poker face.
"Stop poking meeeeee. I need to finish my book", she pouts as she held (f/b) up, him noting that she looked cute like that. Lukas ignores the command and squeezes her cheek again. "Hey, ______? Do you know the phrase, 'Actions speak louder than words'?" ________ looks at him strangely, but nods slowly.
"Well, what do you think this is telling you?", he asks, and gently pokes her on the arm. She scowls and swats his hand away. "I'm fun to annoy?", she tries, the annoyance clear
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Canada
His room was only a few doors down from yours, room number 221. Matthew Williams or Canada was staying in that room. He wasn’t noticed much but you almost always talked to him, to make him feel included. You knew how he felt since you were once like that, an almost unnoticed country. So you were sure he wouldn’t mind you if you did pay him a visit this late at night and he’d be happy to help you out.
You reached his room and knocked three times on the door. Creaking and a muffled sigh could be heard from the room. You knocked again, this time slightly louder.
“If he doesn’t answer I’ll just go back and deal with this on my own,” you mumbled to yourself. “It couldn’t be that bad.”
Thankfully you heard a yawn followed by footsteps walking towards the door. The door opened to reveal a half asleep Canada. His blond hair was ruffled, glasses were askew and he was wear a white shirt with. . .
“Oh _____!” He squeaked and
Manhunt (AvengersxReader) Pt. 3Steve turned around slowly, trying to remain calm as he came face-to-face with the lidless boy from earlier. But now that he had a better look at him, he could tell that he wasn’t a normal teenage boy. He had long, charcoal black hair that looked coarse to the touch. His skin was paler than the moon above and the dark rims around his eyes chilled Steve to the bone. But the thing that stood out most to Steve, was the carved in smile on his face that stretched from ear-to-ear.
“Hey there, soldier,” he said hoarsely. “Before I kill you, how about I give you the pleasure of knowing your killers name?”
“I’ve kicked Red Skull’s ass before, so I think I can handle you,” Steve said firmly.
He didn’t have his shield on him right now, but he didn’t think he would need it at this moment. The boy in front of him pulled out a long kitchen life whose blade reflected the light off of the moon.
“Don’t be so confident,”
Request!NordicsxReader Egg hunting
Request NordicsxReader Egg hunting
Today was finally easter which was one of your favourite holidays. Well you liked all of them but Easter was the one on Spring and it gets warmer so you don't have to wear your winter jacket and also it doesn't get dark as early like in the winter.
Today you will spend the day with Tino, Emil, Mathias, Lukas and Berwald. Your other friends refer to them as the Nordics since that is where they come from. You guys have known each other for as long as you could remember. So you always hang out during the holidays.
Today you were going to have picnic and after that there will be egg hunting! You have already prepared your eggs. You even put the flags that represent the country they come from. It wasn't that hard, all the flags have the nordic cross which symbolize Tor's hammer only the colours are different.
You have been waiting for them for 5 minutes now. You said you will meet on the field outside town. You were about picking up your mobile to Call Tin
America's Journal, Boston MasacareMarch 5, 1770
I'm getting sick of the BS Arthur and Ben are making me go through. Arthur is forcing me to follow his rules and make the kids follow them too. And freaking Massachusetts decides to cause trouble every time he gets the chance a new rule is broken.
Today's one is the respect of the British Military. Guess how he managed that one? He decided to attack them when a crowd gathered outside the customhouse. The group made the sentry nervous, so he called for help. One of the soldiers that showed up fell, causing the others to panic.
Five dead after the British men fired into the crowd. One of those Son's of Liberty name Paul Revere is calling it the Boston Massacre. Almost fitting...
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