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I Felt Like Uploading This'There was a fallen and wingless angel.'
'And her only hope was in the hands of the Devil.'
'She never knew that the promise she made, would eventually destroy everything she hoped for.'
We've all heard of the angels that fall back down to earth when Heaven seems to no longer want them. We all know the tales of how these celestial beings come down to the Earth to provoke harmony and well being. But have you ever sat back and thought about the rules that might be placed upon these winged humans that came from the heavens? Perhaps not. There's not many rules that these fallen angels need to listen to, but there is one that is so important that it could ruin the life of all who is involved... Just what is that rule? Well, it's quite simple...
Never fall in love with a human.
The consequences are dire, the hopes are shattered. Dreams are crushed, wings become useless...
Where am I? It's so dark...so dark...
Where was she? She had no idea. Where was she going? She had n
Survivaltalia Chap. 1"Aw man, that World Meeting was sweet!" America said, loud as usual.
"Da," Russia piped up, finally after a few minutes of silence. "We made good progress."
The plane was headed to Siberia, where the crew of five nations would go for drinks at Russia's house. Canada sat towards the back of the small plane, tenderly stroking the pages of a magazine while he listened to America's jokes. Japan and Russia sat together, neither talking to each other, but listening to each other's comments, carefully examining them for insults. And then, there was England who was flying the plane.
America fell silent for a moment and stood to walk into the cockpit. "Hey, England, what's up? You've been pretty quiet lately. Something wrong? Have your scones burned?"
England narrowed his eyes at America, "No they haven't burnt." With this, he put intense emphasis the last word, making sure America recognized his grammatical atrocity. "So would you kindly go back to your seat and leave me alone before yo
Told Ya I'd Do ItThere was a guy named Nick who fell in love with the female version of Russia. This so called female version of Russia was also in love with this guy named Nick. So the two got married out of love.
But they felt as though they needed somebody or something else in their family. So they adopted a handsome pet. He was known as Cain the Gay Dog Butler Thing.
After they adopted Cain the Gay Dog Butler Thing, female Russia and Nick had sexy fun time at night that either resulted in happiness or Nick getting a lead pipe shoved up his ass.
Blame Alfredo"Hello young minnows~ My name is Alfredo. I am a proud Chicunea, which means my mom was a guinea and my dad was a chicken~ Now, settle down, eat some sweet and pumpkin churros and let me tell you idiots a story....~"
"Si, stick it right into there...~ Good boy, good, good boy...~" And then a small plop sounded from the bowl of orange punch that was sitting on the table. A slight chuckle escaped the beak of Alfredo the Chicunea as he put the last traces of opium juice into the punch that America had made for his party.
He had remembered the plan perfectly. "Just put a drug into the punch!" Liru had told him before he set of to get to the American's party. "Then you'll have the chance to mess around with a high Puerto Rico and score some hot fun~" Oh yeah, Alfredo was gonna get what he wanted tonight.... The only thing... America would be there, as would Italy and Romano.... Along with his beloved Puerto Rico.
Alfredo just s
Liru Tells A Story..."Now, now, gather around little yogurt heads~ My name is Raindew Liru, or just Liru. Or you can call me a combination of the two-thousand and thirty-six words I know! So please, enjoy this little story that I am about to tell you~ And yes, this is all true.....~"
The diminishing warmth of Russia's house soon faded as I silently walked out into the snowy night. I fluffed out my brown feathers as best as I could, but it just wouldn't work... I missed Russia's warm arms wrapped around my little, feathered body. But that didn't matter. My craving for gerbil flavored yogurt was too much for my little brain to take; I needed the delicious yogurt to feed my gnawing hunger.
Stepping into the deep, white snow that came up to my breast feathers, I trudged along...alone in the silver, bleached light of the full moon.
"Liru, Liru," I muttered my name as I walked on, dreaming in my head about the delicious taste of the yo
I Hate....I hate how this will take up some of my day and distract me from role-playing.
I hate how I'm so addicted to role-playing.
I hate how my addiction keeps me away from outside.
I hate how I only like to be outside when I'm alone.
I hate how I'm so shy.
I hate how I never get out of my room, unless it's something I have to do.
I hate how I always feel weird around the human race.
I hate how I can only connect to animals and not to humans.
I hate how my mom picks on me for being so shy.
I hate how I hate my dad for doing the same thing.
I hate my sister for being a stuck up brat.
I hate how my parents always find a way to get me in trouble when it was really my sister who did it.
I hate how my parents pressure me.
I hate how my parents imply that I'm going to fail at life.
I hate how my parents tell me I'm dumb for liking anime and manga.
I hate how I can't tell my 'true friends' about my problems in life.
I hate how I only have two true friends in real life, but I love them dearly~ xD
Threat and Promise: Chap. 4The Negative shrugged his shoulders and then gave a yawn to make it seem like he was bored to death already by the other Spain. "Why should I listen to someone who's weak and too childish to even act like the boss to a weak country?"
"Romano's not weak! He's just not as strong " The Spaniard looked down and sighed a bit. He hated when people called Romano, and Italy, weak and stupid. Closing his green eyes, Spain gave a sigh. "Just leave Romano and the others alone."
Romano blinked a bit, wincing a bit as if he could feel the tension in the air that ran from Spain to Spain. His amber eyes narrowed a bit and he grumbled, glancing at the Spain that was in the door.
The one that was in the door blinked and looked at Romano. "Ehh ." He glanced behind him and spoke a few words that were inaudible to Romano. He then blinked when he heard a response. Spain had brought somebody back with him.
The Spain that was in the kitchen narrowed his green eyes a bit, looking at the other Spain
Threat and Promise: Chap. 3"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" Peck, peck, tap ..tap tap!
Grumbling, Romano picked his head up off the pillow, blinking his amber eyes a few times before glancing over at the window.
He squinted his eyes a bit, allowing the sunlight to glimmer around his sight. He grumbled a tad before blinking a bit of the light out of his eyes.
Tap tap! The noise that had awoken him came again, just louder and more clear. Romano stiffened a bit, not knowing what might be at the window this early in the morning. He glanced over, making out the body line of a quite large, Purple Sandpiper bird. He tilted his head a bit. Spain had told him that Sandpipers lived out in marshes and stuff Maybe this one just so happened to get lost and ended up here.
The long-legged bird tapped at the window again, making Romano grumble a bit. He slowly sat up on the couch, blinking a bit when he noticed somebody walk over to the kitchen. "Spain ?" He blinked a bit and turned to look around.
Threat and Promise: Chap. 2Night had fallen by now, and a few owls hooted around to each other in the distant trees. The stars shone brightly, only a few wispy clouds floated under them, yet the shine was still able to be seen from the ground.
A slight, fresh aroma of tomatoes and clean, night air floated around, making Spain contently smile as he walked home. He had been with Prussia and France all day, just hanging around for the heck of it.
The Spanish country stretched and hummed as he walked along the dusty path that led to the back side of his house.
"I wonder how Romano's been today~" Spain chimed to himself as he walked up to the door, looking up at the cloudy sky for a moment before gripping the doorknob and turning it, hearing a small click as it opened the door. He blinked a few times before walking into the house. "Romano~?"
A slight grumble that indicated Romano's presence came from the darker part of the house.
Spain blinked his green eyes a bit before walking along to the room t
Prank war (Martin.F/Reader vs Benedict.C/Andrew.S)You sat beside Martin reading over the script for the last episode of Sherlock season 2.
“Hey Martin” You said looking over at him.
“Yes?” Martin replied putting down his script.
“How pissed would Andrew be if I slap-cam’d him?” You asked smirking slightly.
“I have no idea” Martin shrugged.
“I need your assistance!” You grinned standing up. Martin rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. The two of you planned where and when to slap cam Andrew and went out to buy some whipped cream and a pie.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You looked at Martin who nodded.
“Definitely” Martin replied holding the cream pie in his hand.
“Ok then is Mark in position?” You asked. Martin looked over at Mark Gatiss and saw him standing there holding up your phone.
“He’s either waiting for us or playing Angry Birds” Martin nodded.
“Ok then…..There they are!” You smirked pointing
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marco, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
F.A.C.ExReader Randy Jackson!
You were bored so bored and didn't know what to do
You can't watch T.V. There was nothing interesting showing so you couldn't watch anything
You couldn't play any games because you felt like playing horror games but you knew you were gonna have nightmares and stuff
So since you couldn't do anything you were just walking around while wearing a long brown coat
"What am I gonna do? It's 5:00pm and I already ate dinner early...hmm maybe I should buy some Manga?" You suggested to yourself then you remembered , "I don't have enough money..." You then grumbled ,"Wait, Maybe I can call Eliza and maybe hang out with her!" Then you pulled out your phone and called her , "Hey El--" You were cut off by hearing the message thingy , "Tsk She's not available "
"Hmm " You said and remembered you actually had a boyfriend , And it was Alfred . F Jones!~ , "I should call him and play horror games with him!" Then you dialed his number on the phone you still had in your hand , "Hey
Taco Trama (TonyXreader oneshot)"What's the answer to number eight?" Your friend asked while handing you her homework.
Star Trek Prank Week II (Reader x Chekov X Sulu)
You hummed to yourself happily as you almost skipped onto the Bridge.
Jim turned when he heard humming then paled when he saw you. "Mr. Spock, take the conn."
"Um, Keptin...Mr. Spock just left ze Bridge." Chekov told him.
"Damn you, Spock." Jim seethed. "Then, Mr. Chekov. You have the conn." he told him before he ran to the turbo lift.
You smirked to yourself, proud that the Captain was afraid of you. But he wasn't the target for Prank Week. Oh, no the target was Chekov. "Hey, Pavel." you said sweetly as you slipped into the helm section. "Did you hear about Sulu?"
"No. Vhat is vrong vith him?" Chekov asked with a confused expression on his face.
"He's really sick. So, sick he can't get out of bed. I asked him what would make him feel better and he said that he wanted his fencing equipment brought to the Med Bay so Bones could give it to him once he's out of isolation." you lied smoothly.
"Sulu eez in isolation?!" Chekov asked, shocked.
You nodded. "I'd bring the equipment but Bones ba
Bremon's Fruit Bowl BlunderOlivia is a medium for the gods in human form. She uses her powers to predict the future of mortals on earth by posing herself as a fortune teller. Being part of Olympus really has its advantages, especially when all of her predictions came true for every human she talked to.
Bremon is a Succubus, a female demon who seduces men. Not only does she have the right body for the job, she's also a trickster to boot as well. She plays tricks on humans and even the Gods themselves.
However, one day, one of her pranks gets the better of her.
Olivia was predicting her fortunes to humans, while Bremon was planning another prank in her realm.
Bremon: *walking back and forth* "What to do, what to do on this particular day?"
She noticed her sister, Demonia, who was listening to death metal.
Bremon gives her sister a wedgie to notice her and, hopefully, stop the music.
Demonia: *fixing her underwear* "What the hell, sis?! Why did you do that for?!"
Bremon: "Because I'm trying to think of a way t
The Gilded Age- Part One“That was a really fun day, Ferb.” Phineas said. “What should we build tomorrow?”
“Perhaps a stable.” Ferb said.
“That could be fun.” Phineas said. “We could invent a robot horse to live in the stable.”
“And my cow.” Ferb said.
Phineas pushed open the kitchen door and the two of them went inside.
“Wow, it’s already almost one in the morning.” Phineas said. “I had no idea we stayed out that long.”
“It’s easy to forget how much time has passed when you’re playing giant pool.” Ferb said.
“Ferb, that’s it!” Phineas said. “Tomorrow, we should build a-”
“WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO TURN ME INTO AN ICE CUBE?” Someone yelled.
“Uh oh.” Phineas said.
The boys ran upstairs and skidded to a stop in front of the upstairs bathroom door. Perry was standing in the doorframe with a towel wrapped tightly around his middl
Lia: TUA (Ch. 6, The Labyrinth Part 2)The flattened Rinko pushed the equally flat Lia away from her. Lia landed face down into a neatly folded heap. As Rinko was about to lift herself up, a curious-looking tube popped out from behind one of the nearby wall's stone bricks. The tube extended, placing itself over Rinko's mouth. A sudden blast of air escaped the tube and found its way inside Rinko. The continuous flow of air began to puff her up back to normal.
Unfortunately, Rinko couldn't seem to remove the tube from her mouth. As she pulled relentlessly at the tube, the air began to swell her up to gigantic proportions to the point where she resembled an airship's balloon floating over the Labyrinth. After a good five minutes of this, Rinko finally managed to pull the tube from her lips; she was surprised she hadn't burst at this point. The air quickly began to escape her body, blowing her in every possible direction as she slowly deflated. Before long, she landed elsewhere in the Labyrinth with an unspectacular *THUD*.
Adventures of Gaga and Envy 2Envy yawned, looking at Lady Gaga through narrowed eyes.
"Envy!" Gaga screamed, picking up a dust bunny.
Envy looked up from where he was, narrowing his dark purple eyes even farther as he spotted the dust bunny. "What's that...?"
Lady Gaga smiled, throwing the dust bunny at Envy. "Dust bunneh!"
"AHHHH!!!!" Envy fell to the ground with a hard thump. He flailed around, hitting his head against the wall, floor, and anything else. He tried to punch the dust bunny, but it sticked to him.
"Keep it down," Gaga retorted, not noticing that Envy was in pain; very bad pain.
"Get! It! OFF!" Envy screamed in agony, throwing the evil enemy into Gaga's hair. He gasped in relief.
Lady Gaga turned to face Envy, opened her mouth like a machine, and a disco stick popped out. "GAGA GO!" She screamed, and the world then exploded.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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