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HearthfireMy body groans with weakness; it has been nearly three days since I have eaten. Thank the Fates, I was forced to flee during the hearthfire season. While the deep snowfall has made travel difficult and rendered food scarce, it has also ensured that my waterskins remain full. Had I been chased out of Hewden in the opendoor, I may not have been Fated to subsist so long. Nevertheless, I fear my journey is drawing near to its end. If I cannot locate food before next moonrise, the Fates will surely reclaim me.
This ancient forest will serve as a better place than most for that. The trees here are old and frail, so there is little reason for any Hewdian to traverse it. Thus, they will never be granted the satisfaction of knowing the Fates have retaken me; my body will remain here, essenseless, until warmer times return to take it back into the ground. I pause to survey the surrounding portion of the forest. In the distance, I can see the exposed roots of a long-dead oak. They appear to rise
Not Your CanvasStupid, stupid steel--always in my head
Drawing pictures on my brain
of pictures it wants to draw on me.
Get the fuck out.
You are not the artist; I am not your canvas.
Ashes to AshesI am a pile of ash
Burning briefly as a phoenix
Before finding myself
Reborn, through flames
A pile of ash once more
AuthorshipPeople attempt to glorify authorship. So often you find writers proclaiming, "It feels so good to write again! It's been too long!" And in some circumstances, they're right. When you craft elaborate fictions entirely from your mind, it may be enjoyable (whether the thrill comes from creation or sharing), but that is not true writing.
True authorship is written in red from a silver pen--a pen that is first driven into the author's chest to draw ink from their still-beating heart. When it is completed, the author lies still on the floor, all they are poured into the words they penned.
True authorship is a curse; true authorship is Hell.
Till the World Got Us FallinSo they were wrong. All those crazies thinking they could predict the end of the world, they didn't know anything. According to their claims, the end of the world was in precisely twenty-three days. Obviously, they were wrong, because this was the end of the world.
Darryl was dumbfounded. For once, he had been confident in their predicitions, but now he had no idea what to do. All around him people were screaming and running in every direction. To where, he had no earthly idea. If the world was ending, what use was running? Better to spend these final moments...doing what? What was worth doing with the end so close?
Finally, it hit him--the one thing he had heard over and over to do in a time like this. Countless songs proclaimed it.
The world was ending; it was the last night of his life.
And so he danced.
You're Ridic"And here. We. Go."
"Can you please stop saying that like the Joker?"
"I'm fairly certain that I cannot."
"Jake, that's ridiculous. Just stop."
"Um, excuse me?"
"You're ridic. You. Are. Ridiculous."
"Ugh. I regret ever shortening a word around you."
"Whatever. I've about had it with your antics today. You're driving me crazy."
"Do you want me to lose it right now?"
"I want to be the very best."
"The best at what, Jake? Making people hate you? Ticking people off? Being an immature, annoying idiot?!"
"Like no one ever was."
"Just answer the freaking question."
"To catch them is my real test."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"To train them is my cause!"
"Is that th--"
"I will travel across the lands, searching far and wide."
"Are you singi--"
"Each Pokémon to understand the power that's inside!"
"Yep. Pokémon theme song. Yet again."
"Pokémon! Gotta' catch 'em. It's you and me!"
"You sing this song ev--"
"I know it's my destiny!"
Phantom SpiderYet again, Phillip was up at two in the morning, aimlessly flipping through channels. Thousands of channels and never a thing to watch. How that was possible was something he would never understand. Inevitably, when he did find something worth watching, he found about a hundred things all on at the same time. The whole system was irking enough that Phil decided to be done with it alltogether, but that decision fell apart quickly when he tried to actually go through with it. So, regardless of how it annoyed him, he kept his myriad of channels and continued his routine of searching for something he could stand to watch.
Phil knew he should just go to sleep, but knowing that had never changed his odd sleep habits. Instead, he finally settled on watching a documentary about arachnids. He was pretty sure he had seen three others like it before, but it was the best option he could find.
After watching countless spiders bind their helpless prey in webs, Phil could feel the miniscule footsteps
Child!Canada X Mommy!Reader: Waiting
Matthew told himself that he would stay up all night waiting for you to return home. He was still upset over the fact that you hadn’t allowed him to come to the meeting that you were attending that day. It wasn't that often that you actually allowed him to tag along, but when you did, he was always excited to come along and travel to an unfamiliar place where he would meet your...unusual friends. Even though he was pretty shy and wouldn’t talk to most of them, he still always enjoyed the feeling of going somewhere with you.
This time however, no matter how much begging he had done, you simply refused to allow him to come with you. So he was left in the house alone, bored out of his mind, searching for things to keep himself occupied, like eating or watching TV.
You told Matthew that you would be back at around 7 p.m. Now it was already well into the evening, and he sat on the sofa in the living room with the lamp on next to him, staring at the blank TV screen and hugging a
Broken (BuckyxReader) One-ShotDistant stars
Come in black or red
I've seen their worlds
Inside my head
The only sound in the old apartment, was the TV that was left on some infomercial channel. Outside cars honked as they tried to get past one another, and the stars somehow managed to shine bright despite the bright New York City lights. You cocked your head to the side as you watched a couple walk hand-in-hand down below. You wondered what it was like to be love, to have someone to cherish.
“Could you step away from the window?” Bucky, your former partner, grumbled.
He was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV. He was not quite looking at what was on however, he was trying to clear the war that was raging in his mind and heart. After Hydra had been terminated, you and Bucky had escaped to somewhere deep in the city.
Until now, Bucky had always been the Winter Soldier to you. That was his codename and the only name that people ever addressed him as. After battling Captain A
Avengers x Child!Reader A Little Party
Avengers x Child!Reader A Little Party Never Killed Nobody
You stared up at your father, Thor, with your wide (e/c) eyes. He stared back.
"Daddy. Let's have a tea party." You suggested. Your father stared at you oddly.
"A party of tea? I am quite busy, (y/n). I do not think I have the time." You pouted and folded your little arms.
"(Y/n)?" Your father asked. You just glared at him.
"Are you giving me the silent treatment again?"
Silence. Thor sighed.
"Fine. I'll participate in this party of tea."
You smiled happily and took his hand. You led him to your room and he gasped as he saw who was inside. There, huddled around the little table, was all of the Avengers.
Bruce sat next to Clint who was fiddling with the tea cups. Steve was trying to fit into the tiny chair and Tony just opted to sit on the floor and play Angry Birds on his phone. Natasha was sitting across from the others, her face stoic.
There were two chairs between Steve and Natasha which were meant for you and your father. Y
Speak the Truth (BrucexReader) One-ShotEver since you were little, people had always took advantage of your kindness. They thought that you were very willing to do what they asked for and so they kept making you do things that you really didn’t want to do. Whether it was doing their homework, letting them cheat off of you in a test, or even now by giving you all of their work when you needed to leave your job early for your cousins birthday party.
You didn’t know why you let everyone step over you, but it just happened. A part of you wondered when you had become like this. You knew you were like this when you were a child but why? Why did you let people walk over you like this?
As your co-worker Moira strolled over to you with a plastic smile on her face, you tried to sink into your seat, not wanting to be bothered by her. When she approached your desk, you pretended that you were busy with something. You really were busy in fact and tried to finish the work you had for the day. Moira clearly ignored this and sw
My Treasure - Winter Soldier x Child! Reader
“Ouch! That hurts”
“Right in the jaw, Cap!”
“Dang! That’s gonna leave a mark!” you stated observing the fight between Captain America and some villain with a metal arm.
The way the two fought made you watch in awe. How their bodies could take that much hard hits left you amazed.
As Captain America used a right hook on the villain, his mask flew off.
Your hand flew to your mouth. Even though the punch wasn’t directed to you, you could imagine the pain. After all that was the reason you left the orphanage…
Looking back to the fight, you saw the villain’s face. Your eyes widened.
Chin length brown hair accentuated his sky blue eyes. He was very handsome; probably even more so than Captain America!
However, his eyes seemed strange. Like he was lost. This struck your tiny heart. It reminded you all too much of when your parents- ‘No I spent months
Didn't Mean It (StevexReader) One-ShotWhen Fury had ordered you to step aboard the Hellicarrier with the rest of the Avengers, you knew that you were not going to like what was in store for you. So you avoided all contact with the others, wanting to stay out any trouble that may arise. You were happy to be able to help out with your talents however Fury hadn’t exactly told you why you were here. You were in the main control room with the others, looking outside the window and at all the clouds that drifted by.
“Agent (l/n)?” Maria Hill called.
“Yes?” you turned around to face her.
“Director Fury wants to see you in the main lab.”
You nodded and began to walk down to the lab where you were greeted by the Avengers except for Captain America. When Loki had attacked the lab to steal the tesseract, Steve had jumped in the way to prevent him from doing so while Clint tried to get the other scientists to safety. In the end, Dr. Selvig and Steve had been placed underneath Loki’s mind
Misunderstood!France X Reader: I'm Not A Rapist 8
“So based on what I have been told, you punched a girl in her stomach because you deemed her to be aggressive and a threat to yourself when she made a statement to you that you disagreed with,” said one of your school deans, subconsciously tapping a pen against his desk. “You had been called in to his office not long after you arrived at school and were currently sitting in the somewhat small chair in front of him, staring directly into his eyes with a blank, emotionless stare. “As a result of your aggressive behavior she had fallen on the ground and received injuries to her elbows as well as her legs. Care to explain why you thought it was right to punch her in the stomach?”
“I did not punch her in the stomach!” you blurted out, your blank gaze immediately filling with shock and anger. “Most of what you said to me is a bunch of lies. Who told you this?”
“The girl you injured as well as two of her friends,” the dean answ
Avengers x Reader Ignore Tony DayAvengers x Reader Ignore Tony Day
"This is so mean! Why would you want to do this, you sick people!" you yelled at your fellow Avengers (minus Tony). They stared back, unfazed.
"It'll be fun." Clint said simply. You sighed in defeat.
"Okay, I'll do it." Tony was, for some reason, not in the Tower that day. About five minutes ago, he called saying that he would be back soon. After that, Natasha and Clint got to scheming and things went crazy from there.
You all decided that when Tony got home, you all would act as if he didn't exist.
"Wow. That was easy. We hadn't even asked you yet." Natasha said. You shrugged.
"I'm easily swayed."
"Or we're just very persuasive."
"Look, we have to have some ground rules for this," Clint said,"first off, no contact with Tony. No eye contact, no nothing. He does not exist. Understood?" You all nodded.
Tony walked in a while later and saw you all in the kitchen sitting around the table. He saw that his chair was missing, but he didn't think
Italian Wrath! (Shy! Bullied! Reader X Italy)
____(y/n) gasped as she was slammed against the locker again, falling to her knees and lowering her head. She didn't dare look into the eyes of her bully, Allan F. Jones. He grabbed her by the collar, picking her up and sneering at her. "Where's my homework, doll face?" he growled, setting her back down roughly. She squeaked and pulled a paper out of her bag, shakily handing it to him. He grunted and walked away, and the ____(h/c)-haired girl fell to the ground, curling into a small ball and weeping lightly. She jumped when the bell rang. Had it really been that long?
Meanwhile, Feliciano Vargas was in his first period class, chatting eagerly with Ludwig and Kiku and searching for his precious ____(y/n). The Italian had been crushing on the shy girl since he moved to the new school, first falling for her beautiful face, and afterwards, falling for her amazing personality as well. He was determined to get her out of her shell one day. He 've'-ed sadly
Pallet Evening NewsApril Hawthorne was born in late September, which put her just outside the cut off date to being her adventure alongside her friends, Julia Linderman and Nina Pike. This meant she was the rare eleven-year-old in the following year's group of hopefuls. April began her journey with a squirtle, but always dreamed of training a weepinbell, a jolteon and a pikachu to perform in pokémon contests, because her favorite color was yellow.
Alongside April were 10-year-old twin brothers Blaine and Brock Richards, named after the late Kanto gym leaders. These young boys grew up constantly scuffling and each was determined to best the other in a challenge to become the next official Pokémon Indigo League Champion. Blaine, true to his name, selected a charmander as his first partner, and Brock set out with an eevee by his side that he has rescued and nursed back to health when he was only seven.
These three children set off on their journeys almost two months ago. None of their parents had
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