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Poisoned Love .:Prologue:.--Raven’s POV--
Say, did you know that every game has rules? Rules that are meant to be broken. There are rules for those who don’t play the game, too. I await your participation. You can’t refuse. So let the game begin.
The Black Joker banged on my cell door loudly, forcing me to wake from my dreamless sleep.
“Thought you might be hungry. Here.” He held out his hand, which had three candies in different colored wrappings.
I hesitantly slipped my hand through the cell bars and quickly took the candies out of his hand, eyeing him carefully.
The Black Joker smiled as I unwrapped a candy and examined it to see if he has tampered with it before giving it to me.
“You don’t need to have your defenses up all the time, Raven. I have my reasons to keep you alive.” He walked away.
I shrugged and popped the candy in my mouth and made a face to myself.
There’s no coating on it. Let alone a taste.
My tongue caressed the c
Izou x Szayel -A glimpse of the past This has some Male x Male mentioned in it. Don't like, don't comment!
Szayel played in his room with a couple of his friends.
“Hold up.” Szayel said to Kain and Abel, peering out of the door.
Szayel saw a tall man with spiky, short hair. His eyes were a dark red. His skin was pale. He wore a white long sleeve shirt with a red vest over it and a silver tie shown under his vest. A light pink mark was placed on the left side of his vest. He wore white pants and black shoes.
Szayel tried to quickly slip back in the room, but the man noticed him and placed his hand on the young prince’s shoulder.
“Hold up, honorable prince.” He said formally, in front of Kain and Abel. “I want to talk to you.”
Szayel felt uncomfortable with this man the moment he saw him. This man was always up to no good with him around.
“Um…Can we talk outside of the room, Teivel?” Szayel asked, feeling uneasy that he can’t
Xavier Cillias [Bio] [updated]Name:
Is interested in someone <3
Xavier is tsundere. He's very sweet, caring, very shy and keeps to himself. He has a bad temper when crossed and tends to be cold and hostile towards people, but tries not to be that way all the time. (Typical tsundere traits)
Xavier has long hair (like Aoba in Dramatical Murder.) His hair is two-toned with purple on top and green underneath. He wears a green jacket with blue sleeves. On the jacket, there is a blue "X" on the left side of the jacket and a rabbit with "x" for it's eyes on the right side. Under the jacket, he wears a blue T-shirt. He wears neon purple pants with a blue belt and a green chain hanging on the right side oh his pants. He wears green high tops with purple and blue straps. He has a black stripe on both of his cheeks. He has neon blue eyes. And he has a light blue snake bite on his lower lip. And he wears a neon purple fingerless glove on his left h
Ulqui [Bio] Shadow PawtailName:
Unknown [for now]
In a relationship with Tora
He's very aggressive and tends to show a violent streak [though he'll never lay a harmful hand on Tora.] He's very possessive of Tora. He tries to make friends but scares them away because of his black scleras and black pawtails. He's silent most of the time. When he gets upset, he tends to forget what some words start with and replace the first letter with "w" (ie. like "Leave" he makes it to "Weave")
Taking Back What Is Mine .:Prologue/Preview:.--Izou's POV--
I heard Szayel scream in agony.
"MOM! BEHIND YOU!!" He screamed out, no one was there except for the darkness.
"This is one twisted king. Hypnotizing the little prince and replaying the death of his dear parents in his head." My master said, behind me.
"I couldn't agree more, your Highness." I said, eyeing King Teivel, the bastard that took my love's throne away from him.
Szayel continued to scream at the memory.
"NO NO NO!!! Mother!!!" Szayel held his head.
"Tsk tsk tsk. It's a shame that your dear mother couldn't comply and hand you over so quietly, my dear prince." King Tievel walked over to Szayel, who was paralyzed and stuck in the memory, holding up his sword.
"Leave him alone!" Master yelled out from behind me.
"But it's a shame that I have to kill you off myself. You're not a demon and you're not worthy of taking the throne!" The king stopped at Szayel and smiled slyly.
"Good night, my prince. Thanks for letting me see you one last time before you die." His swor
About the Kingdom of TenebrisPast guardians of the Kingdom:
Grandfather of Szayel Szilamér, father of Gargous Szilamér.
He is a demon
He was a guard of Gargous Szilamér.
He is deceased.
Grandmother of Szayel Szilamér, mother of Gargous Szilamér
She is a demon
Her position in the kingdom is unknown
She is deceased.
Best friend of Szayel Szilamér
He is a demon
He was Szayel’s butler and playmate
He is deceased.
Current guardians of the Kingdom:
Deceased rulers of the Kingdom:
King Kabal Diablo
Father of former Queen Lilith Szilamér, Grandfather of Szayel Szilamér
Years ruled: unknown
Queen Jezebel Diablo
Mother of former Queen Lilith Szilamér, Grandmother of Szayel Szilamér
Years ruled: 205 years
Queen Lilith Szilamér
Mother of Prince Szayel Szilamér
Age: 26 (but looked younger)
All I Was Able To Give (part 2)He watched as his mate struggled. Day in and out Mikey was sluggish, depressed, unwilling or unable to train for longer than an hour or so. There were times when Raph would catch Mikey holding his stomach as tears trickling down his face. Those times Raph would hug Mikey. Would pull the young turtle tightly against his body and whisper how much he loved Mikey into the turtle's ear.
It was slowly destroying them, both of them. They had wanted a baby for so long. They’d hoped and dreamed of having a child of their own, just as their brother's had, had with their mates; the news that it was almost impossible was a near fatal blow to them. And while Mikey slowly fell into depression Raph found himself becoming more and more violent. At night when he went out on patrols he would bellow and rage at thugs and gangsters. Normally he tried to show some restrain when fighting with them, but now that was gone. He broke bones, fought dirty, did whatever it took to try and release the pent up
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 5)
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide, Autumn Leaves
I took in a deep breath, completely nervous for what is about to happen. I know that I was early, I wanted to prove to Alfred and Mattie that I am healthy enough to do things on my own. I got dressed, ate breakfast and left for the meeting an hour before it started, of course leaving them a note so they don’t freak and think I faded away.
We had flown in yesterday; the meeting was in Beijing, China. I actually wished I could stay longer and marvel at the beauty around me but my doctor refused to let me out on a trip like this for more than three days. At least I could see Arthur again and meet all the other countries I have yet to meet, or at least the one’s that will be at the meeting today.
Pulling out my small compact mirror, I checked to see that my make-up was alright, it didn’t even look like I was sick, thankfully.
Wanting to touch you
High above him they twinkled, each one looking like a diamond floating in a sea of darkness; shining so brightly that they made the night seem less dark. Blobboid looked up at the stars a feeling of odd childlike wonder filled his mind. He could not help but wonder, were the stars in Michelangelo's dimension as beautiful as the ones here in this one?
He’d always felt a kind of connection to the stars. No matter how bad things got, the stars never changed they always shown down with such beauty and grace. When they been younger, still children, before they'd begin developing their powers and before sliver had gone evil......he'd begun to teach his son's about the stars. Not just what they were, but the constellations and their histories. While his other brothers had somewhat disinterested Blobboid had clung to his father's every word. Something about the twinkling diamond lights above his head fascinated him; they held a kind of power over him that made him want to look up at them
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 8
Chapter: 8 The Lost Love
7:00 am Arendelle
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, MICHAEL GOLDENHEART.
"Alright! Alright!", I jeered as my wife and I entered the bedroom.
Victoria followed us in, but Elsa shoved her out and locked the door. "Oh come on!", she whined.
"Not now, sweetie.", sneered Elsa. "Daddy has some explaining to do. And depending on his answer, I may become a self-made widow!" She turned her head so fast, it looked like it had spun 180 degrees. Her blue eyes were soaked in emotion, both anger and sadness. Before I could speak, she shot an ice beam from each of her hands, freezing me to a chair. "I was such a fool. I should've been suspicious of all of your 'missions'. A tear ran down her face. "How long have you been with her? Months? Years? How long have you hid this from me?"
"You misunderstand! This isn't an affair!"
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 11
Chapter: 11 Cave of Evil
A boisterous, nasally voice spoke up. "Lights...camera...action! Hellooooooo galaxy! Desiree DazzleDaze here with the latest in interstellar news." She quickly twerked her butt implants back into place. "Breaking news. Are the Galactic Guardians finally beaten? Recent reports show that the Phantom has attacked the famed Admiral Jetson's cruiser. Not only was the hero killed, but the Guardians were late to the party...AGAIN. It seems the pony doctor's drones were a flop, and the GoldenHearts?.....No shows!" Her audience laughed and chortled away as she giggled with a snort. "It's bad enough that Queen Elsa threw a fit at her royal ball when another queen attempted to woo her hubby. Speaking of which, where has the king gone off to? Who knows, he may be running off with that curvaceous Madrisian queen. Careful Elsie, Mikie's slowly....but surely....dumping your icy
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 9
Chapter: 9 Blackout
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDEHEART.
The Snoopers had flown in to pick us up on Arendelle. Their ship, the Always Faithful, was regal yet intimidating. We followed Doctor Whooves' coordinates to the Admiral Jetson's cruiser. The entire Guardian ship was under blackout, drifting aimlessly through space.
Galleth Snooper cracked his thunderous knuckles. "This is undoubtedly a trap."
"True, but as a fellow Hanna-Barberan, Admiral Jetson's safety is of the utmost importance.", replied his mother.
Suddenly, my wristcom blipped as Kira whispered, "Elsa?"
"Yes, Kira. It's me."
"Thank the stars. They ambushed us. We're all scattered throughout the ship. Meet me in the detention block and-....wait....wait..."
A stern voice yelled, "There she is! Blast her!" The transmission ended.
I turned to Super Snooper, who was at the wheel. "Y
CHAPTER 8 MEMORIES AND TESTSCHAPTER 8
In front of them the cave stood; enormous in size and eerie in atmosphere. Glancing at Donatello Mikey spoke.
“what is this place?”
Donatello looked to him and spoke.
“this is the tunnel of Yubi. It was carved out of the mountain centuries ago and represents the darkness that must be overcome in order to see light.”
Next to him Mikey felt Leo shift uncomfortably. “and we have to go through it?” Donatello nodded.
“yes. It will take us to the castle. But it will not be easy.”
Mikey cocked his head.
“what do you me-”
but his words were cut off as a dull roar passed by them carried on the winds.
“I will explain more; but we must keep moving.”
Stepping into the cave Mikey felt his skin crawl; it was unnaturally cold and damp; and every step he took it felt as though he was being pulled deeper and deeper into oblivion. As though they were stepping into an entirely new world. Glancing back he found himself
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 12
Chapter: 12 The Queen's Bodyguard
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDENHEART.
I flung open the doors and entered my castle. Anna leapt up from her seat, "Sis? What's wrong?" I hugged her tight.
"It's Michael. He's out of range and Loki....and...and..-"
"Slow down, Elsa.", worried the redhead. "Breathe. What happened to Michael?"
"Loki's behind everything. The attacks...the Phantom. All of it. He has a plot against Michael and now I can't reach him. I'm setting course for Dagobah, and I'm bringing him home." I broke free of my sister's embrace and raced upstairs.
"Wait, Elsa. This could be a trap!"
"I don't care, Anna. He's my husband and I'll travel to the ends of the galaxy for him." I looked at my wedding ring, gaining motivation from it. "I'll love him forever. For better and for worse. Anna, you are in charge if.....until...I return." I packed my bags
Darkest Depths: Part One - DissolutionThe lake spread out before him as far as the eye could see, an endless silver and black mirror reflecting the face of their god above. Gealach was an immense presence, drowning out the light of any stars with moon’s light. The Moonwatcher seemed concerned, peering down on the travelling pair with close scrutiny, and for good reason. Berach and his apprentice, Crowe, continued their journey through the heart of Oathbreaker territory on the old stag’s quest to find his daughter.
Elspeth had not returned from the Swan Doe’s Kingdom, and the emptiness in Berach’s heart from her absence ate at him. It plagued his soul, growing ever darker, consuming his thoughts and dreams. The darkness had always been a part of him; the loss of his leg had sown the seed but Muirín had been there to shed the light of hope within him. Her love, and later the love of their adopted daughter, had opened his heart and his mind. Muirín had shown him how to accept the gifts that t
Notice Me, Senpai .:Preview:.--Ronku's POV--
"What the hell are you...wearing?" I asked Roka, eyeing her outfit
She blushed a crimson red.
"You would degrade yourself to something like this?" I used the end of my sword to lift up her skirt a bit.
She still didn't say anything. Her eyes dropped to the floor and clasped her hands together.
"And you," I pointed my sword at the man before her. "don't you touch her with your filthy hands."
He scoffed and walked away, "It's no fun when someone like you interrupts my fun."
I sighed and glanced at Roka, who was sitting on a bench, her jacket buttoned up.
"Explain something to me." I said, sitting next to her.
She looked up at me, her blue eyes burning with embarrassment.
"Why would you put yourself in an outfit that is so reveling and inviting to gross men like him?"
She sat in silence and turned her back to me.
"It was...to get you to notice me...I thought that if I did something ridiculous as this...you would notice me...it kinda backfired...since you're scolding
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.
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
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