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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
Thanksgiving Dinner:Hetalia Guys x Reader:
-Hetalia Guys x Reader Oneshot-
"PASS THE MASH POTATOES!"
"HAND ME A TURKEY LEG!"
"WHAT DOES A GUY HAVE TO DO TO GET SOME GOD DAMN GRAVY!"
Everyone sat at a very large table, gathering food, and laughing amongst themselves.
"VHERE ARE ZE BEERS AT?!"
"CAN I GET SOME SODA?!"
"WHERE'RE THE TOILETS AT?!"
Some people where left in the kitchen, cooking a bit more food for the large crowd. An angry Arthur stood outside the kitchen as a certain (Hair Color) stood in front of him, not allowing the blond to pass by.
"I just want to see how things are coming along!" He defended himself.
She shook her head lightly as a small laugh escaped her lips.
"Nu-uh. When you went to check on it earlier, you ended up burning our first turkey. Those shits are expensive, so unless your willing to pay for another, you're not going in there."
Arthur scowled her before heading back to his seat, which, unfortunately for him, was in between that
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 3
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 3 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
A week went by after the ‘accident’ and you had begun to worry now. Sure they could talk now…. But that was still….. weird. Garfield was a liar…. Talking cats were weird. Arthur would be back to check up on the 4 of you tomorrow, and hopefully he would have the reverse spell.
It was late now and you sat on your couch watching whatever program was on. One of the trio members would occasionally go “STOP! I like this movie.” Or “NO (NAME)! This show is great!”
You would just roll your (eye color) and wait until one of them playfully attacked the other and than would start channel surfing again.
“It’s getting late…. You should start to head bed chica. Its getting late.” Spain said and looked at you, green eyes looking into yours.
You glanced at the clock and saw it was past midnight. “Hmmm…..” You nodded and c
2PCanada x Wolf! Reader: Right By His Side (RQ)
You ducked behind a tree as a bullet was shot hitting the tree. “It’s the wolf we need to hit not the tree!” You heard one of the hunters yell as another shot was heard. You took off running through the snow before the hunters could get another shot at you. “There it goes!” You heard as you looked back still running before you felt your paw hitting an uproot causing you to tumble down the side of a steep hill. You felt the pain shot into your paw as you got up to run but now with your front left paw in pain it was harder to go as fast as you were before.
“Look it’s going slower.” The other hunter told his buddy as another shot was heard but this one grazed your back leg which slowed you down even more. You took off as fast as you could trying to ignore the pain when you came upon a cave that was cover by a fallen tree. You took shelter in the cave as rested for the little time you had. You knew it wouldn’t be long until the hunters
NordicsxAbused!Reader- Your SaviorsQuick note; I do not think child abuse is funny in any way or something to take lightly. It’s a serious and real issue.
You walked into your new kindergarten classroom, followed by your mom and dad, than stopped to look around. There were a bunch of kids sitting at the circular tables, all talking with each other. You were about to walk to the seat where you saw your name tag sitting at, but you were stopped by your father’s hand.
“Remember _________, if you misbehave or get in trouble, well...” he said, and made a fist with one of his hands while glaring at you. You gulped and nodded, knowing how seriously he took his threats. You than continued to walk to your place at a table, and took your seat while your parents left the room.
“Hello, I’m Mr. Yao. You must be __________,” someone said. You turned around to see your teacher, a tall man with black hair tied back in a ponytail, smiling at you.
“Hello,” you said,
Jack x Reader - A Night to Remember 1
Sneaking in through the nearest window I gently placed my feet on the wooden floors and quietly cursed to myself as the floor faintly creaked under my weight. Yes it was quiet, but to me every little breathe, creak, or even scuff echoed through the house like it was put on speaker phone for the whole world to hear. Of course that sounded the same to everyone who was doing something they knew they weren't suppose to be doing.
Nimbly climbing the stairs I smirked at how I made no sound before turning and making my way down the hall, scalpel in hand ready to slice someones throat open then feast on there insides. There were only two things standing in my way; a door made of oak, and a protective kitten named Twix. The door wasn't an issue since the lock wasn't set, but the second I creaked the door open the hiss of a kitten sounded from within the room. I wasn't a full monster, I had a heart for animals. Especially when it came to young ones, but
Grub!Karkat x Reader
…Karkat. Oh lord. I went to pick him up out of the basket by his cute wittle candy red grub body, only to have him bite the hell out of my finger. “HOLY SHIT OW GOD DAMN IT KARKAT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!” I screeched, sucking on the bitten finger while glaring right back at the little grub. His pure red eyes were kind of alarming though. I was about to punish him when I heard him sniffle. I sighed, dropped my hand, and gently massaged his head, being wary of his horns. When he started to purr, I carefully picked him up and held him to my chest, like you would a baby. I thought he might bite again, but he didn’t; he just snuggled up to me, while looking me directly in the eye. “Sleepy my little guy?” He squeaked, and began nibbling on my shirt. I silently giggled, and made my way to our bedroom. I slipped him into the slime after giving him a quick reminder to not ingest that crap,
F.A.C.E x Reader: Kirkland Family Reunion Pt 1
If you have yet read the first 3 F.A.C.E series please do before reading this fic. Thank you
You ran as fast as you could through the halls of the abandoned building. You heard footsteps getting louder. The coldness of the air was getting to you as you looked for a way out. You spotted a door as you ran for it but something or rather someone blocked your way.
“Hello, Poppet.” You saw the strawberry haired Britain with his bright blue eyes swirled with pink. He looked so much taller then you remembered. You started backing up when you heard the laughter of the redish brown haired American as he was holding his nail filled bat over his shoulder. You smelt the scent of cigarette smoke as you turned to see the sloppy Frenchman standing with the hockey stick wielding Canadian. They all looked taller then you remembered.
“Nowhere to go now.” Matt told you as the four started walking towards you closing the gaps for you to run. The laughter sunk in as the four
Teacher!Austria x Student!Reader : SymphonyWARNING: Lime-ish. Honestly, I don't know what to classify this as, but there's a bit of sexual touching. :iconpervyfranceplz:
A perfectly polished, glossy piano sat, waiting eagerly for your touch.
You sighed softly, running your fingertips over it.
You couldn't bring yourself to admit it, but you had begun to lose interest in your piano playing.
Nights were spent slaving over dozens of complex, advanced musical notes, but despite all your efforts and attempts to peak your interest, you still could not keep that once fiery, burning passion for your music.
This’ll be my last lesson with Mr. Edelstein, you thought with a hint of remorse.
Said man entered the room, nodding as you quickly sat down and prepared your music.
“Good afternoon, (Y/N).” He sat down in his chair, adjacent to the piano.
You couldn’t help but ogle his perfection, and the calm, melodic accent made him all the more desirable.
You gulped, chasing these inappropriate thou
EnglandxReader- Just My RoommateYou pulled your tattered (f/c) coat closer to you as you walked down the streets, lit only by lanterns. You were just wandering around aimlessly, not having anywhere else to go. Your parents had decided to kick you out and you didn’t have any friends since you had recently moved to this neighborhood. Your breath billowed out in clouds of steam and you rubbed your arms, this cold was not making your situation any better.
“Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” you muttered to yourself. Than you felt two people roughly put their hands on your shoulders. Me and my big mouth, you thought as they led you into a darkened alley. They turned you around and you saw to men in hoods, and a shadow was cast so you couldn’t make out their faces.
“Hand over your valuables and you don’t get hurt.” One of them growled, and you suppressed the urge to laugh. You had no valuables.
“I wish, but I don’t have anything. But if
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...
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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