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Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.
He only had one problem: He was cursed.
At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to happened to have had a bad day.
Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.
That was until his thirteenth birthday.
The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched hi
ReaderXEngland I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good
Witch!Reader X Wizard!England - I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good
You and your two friends were talking in the Gryffindor common room late at night. All of the other Gryffindors had gone to their dorm rooms, and fallen asleep. You were playing Wizard's Chess with one of your friends Francis, while your other friend Tino watched you two while petting his white puppy Hanatamago.
"So, (f/c) do you still 'ave zee Marauder's map?" Francis asked you. You nodded, "Yeah, why?" You asked. "I've seen zat Black Sheep of Europe from Slyzerin sneaking around zee corridors-" Francis started to say but Tino stopped him mid sentence, "While you were doin
Tsundere!Reader X America - My Hero...
Tsundere!Reader X America - My Hero...
It was just a regular day at the world meeting, France and England fighting with each other, Germany trying to get everything in order, America ranting about how he's the hero and how everyone should listen to him. You found it a bit cute. Yes, you did have a crush on the loud, annoying American. You were so busy staring at America thinking about things, in your own world, you didn't notice Canada, your best friend along with America, tapping you on the shoulder. You were finally snapped back into reality by the Canadian waving his gloved hand in front of your face.
"(f/n)?" He said in his quiet voice
(Before you start reading....
Takk: Thanks/Thank you
Jeg elsker deg: I love you
så søt: so cute )
You were a young girl who lived in one of the small villages in the Norsk country, you had to work around outside in the cold most of your day's. One day while you were working you stumbled over something in your field "whoa!" you fall on your knee's " the hell was-" you look over and see a small boy "hmm?!" you scamper to turn around and look closely at the boy. "Little boy?" you softly touch his shoulder, he grumbles a bit and curls up more. Yo
Died for youDied for you.
He caressed her face, looking into her eyes in complete shock.
There was no way... Sure he could see fairy's and unicorns, but never before had he been able to touch- or even see- an angel.
And that's what she was to him, an angel.
"[y/n], you're beautiful..." He whispered with a small smile.
She blushed and smiled. "Thank you Arthur. You're rather handsome yourself."
He breathed a small laugh, and leaned forward to give her a short and sweet kiss.
She smiled shyly at the kiss.
He smiled and dropped his hand back to his side, his fingers gently stroking her smooth skin as he did so.
"Good night, [y/n]. I hope to see you
Hero"Your son wants to be a dragon slayer!"
Behind the closed door, at his favorite eavesdropping spot, Caleb shuddered. It was always bad when his mother referred to him as his father's son, even worse when she felt she needed to inform his father about it.
"Well, what are you going to do about that, John?" she went on, and Caleb could picture her frowning just by the sound of her voice.
"I'm going to disinherit him," his father said evenly. "You hear that, Caleb? Open that door and listen to this properly: if you run off to be a dragon slayer, I'm going disinherit you."
Caleb's destiny had been decided before he was born. The eldest son of a highly reputable brick-maker, he'd naturally grow into his father's trade, learn how to make bricks that would not crack open in the kiln and wouldn't break under the weight of three-stories worth of bricks layered on top of them, and eventually he'd inherit his father's kiln, tools, helpers and customers. There were people far worse
Leg Hair-Jake x Reader You were sitting next to Jake,who was reading a book about the Amazon,and you were staring at his leg hair.'Why are his legs so hairy?'You thought.You reached your hands towards his legs and started petting his legs.They were so soft!It felt like kitten fur.Jake shifted his legs out of reach.
"(Name),stop that."He said.You did and you flopped back into the couch.
"Hey Jake?"You said.
"Why don't you shave your legs?I mean,I have nothing against them it's just that they're so soft.Like kitten fur.Do you shampoo your leg hair?"You asked.He put down his book and opened his mouth.Then he closed it.He did that several times.
Seastars Shine - Mermaid Transformation
The sea, as anyone will tell you, is a place of mystery. Of change, charm, and challenges. Change: the magnificent way in which the water's workings astound us. Charm: the way the creatures of the deep can make us smile, then lurch back in terror. And Challenge: the difficulty in exploring it all, or even attempting to. To the people of the Candlelit Coast, the seastars were all three. Like a veil of glitter across the ocean water, the seastars were countless lights, shimmering upon the surface, bright enough to rival the stars of the sky. A yearly phenomenon, and to understand it was a Challenge, certainly, and its Charm went without saying.
Warmth In Winter(Warning, contains dragon vore)
An arrow struck the gap in the stone brick wall, narrowly missing the one it was intended to impale.
Septen moved back, crouched behind the large wooden support in the castle's entryway, reaching for an arrow of his own.
It seemed that others interested in retrieving the artifact said to be kept in this place had already done him the favor of incapacitating one another, if a little too thoroughly.
"Atlas, anytime you're ready!" Septen called out.
He had hired a guide to lead him here and fight alongside him; for this particular situation, the crow had gone in search of a vantage point to snipe out the team
Papa's Little Helper
Papa was never home, and he had not been home for the past seventeen years of my life. I know I shouldn’t think of him as a bad man, a good for nothing man, or anything negative about him because of how mom brought me up, but I can’t help but feel resentful about his treatment towards us. Towards me, actually, because he gets along with mom greatly.
I hardly thought of Papa now that I was a teenager, it was trouble in my younger years, but I now understood. It wasn’t because I was older that I understood, it was because mom had explained to me why Papa was never around. He couldn’t be around not because he wanted to b
Snakeskin Bracelet [Naga TF]Noah came home happy that day. He just had a long day with his girlfriend, after she came back from a month-long trip to Cambodia. It was an exciting day, but he was grateful for rest at the end of it all.
As he sat down, he felt a small box in his back pocket press against his butt. Yelping from pain, he jumped up. He reached into the pocket and took the box out. The box was a gift from her, but he haven't yet seen what was inside. Lifting the lid, he found a small snakeskin bracelet, dyed a deep blue. This bracelet looked really old and tribal. It had threads of yarn dangling from it, each end with a colored bead.
'Probably used for snake worshiping', he thought. His girlfriend did share a lot about Cambodian history during the time she was away.
He unclasped the bracelet, and put it on. It fitted on quite nicely, and Noah was pleased with it.
'Time to go shower then'. He got up from the sofa he was sitting on.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly lost control of his legs, and fell
Goofing AroundTommy and one of his good friends Jasmine were bored one day. They had nothing to do, no place to go. The ultimate boredom of there lives. Sure they could go outside but its summer and hot as hell where they live. They'd end up getting nasty sunburn even if they went out with sunscreen. So decided to stay in and flip the t.v. channels.
"So bored." Tommy said flipping past nickelodeon to another network.
"I know right, wish we could have some fun you know but it just to dam hot outside." Jasmine pouted in her chair crossing her arms moving her long soft brown hair from her eyes.
"Yeah." Tommy said scratching his spiky blonde hair. "So bored
Rescue from a Life of Pain (Request) It was a fresh new day in the forest. The sun was just beginning to peek over the edge of the horizon. Its light bathed the world in a cheerful yellow glow. However, not many Pokemon had stirred to see it, as it was still so early. Chances were, they were still sequestered in their dens, snoozing away. The time would soon come for them to awaken and begin the day. Unfortunately, not all of them would live to return to their homes at the end of the day, as was the course of nature. Nevertheless, the sight of such a wonderful day approaching held much promise.
Despite the hour, there was a Pokemon about who was not asleep. In fact, h
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Eva's mind was going a mile a minute. Could she have been any stupider? Reaching out to touch Mike, he probably thought that she was trying to pet him. "Stupid," she groaned, walking into the 24 hour convenience store. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she went on, smacking her forehead. She wouldn't have surprised if he made a break for it while she was gone. She wouldn't have blamed him either; she was making mistakes all over the place.
It took a good ten minutes of scrubbing or so, but soon Mike had his hair significantly less greasy, as well as the rest of him smelling less like the inside of an old cigar. "Wel
BoomThere were days it was almost easy.
Streaming lights seemed to fill the gaps as he advanced through the barrage at a full sprint, dodging over and around every obstacle as if pulled by fortune's ropes, and each shot ripped the air as it cleaved forth to flesh. The world was a blur of raining fire and blood, and time passed too fast to see- much like the enemy's shots. The Manda was with him.
Darek went down in the next moment, faceplate blown in, shards driven through his eye. He lived, to his dismay- dying gloriously in battle would have been the achievement of his youth. But he rose, crimson blood streaming over his blue Crusader armor, a
Snippets againPirate: Why must the human brain, or at least mine seem to be so prone to anguish its self by being bothered by things which aren't important? Or which it blows out of proportion?
Sergeant: Picture a magnifying glass. Now picture a nuclear explosion outside the city, and a diamond on the ground. The magnifying glass does nothing for the nuclear explosion- linear examination of the far and great things of Proportion and Importance simply fails to process right. But the diamond, so close, so many edges and shapes, that's interesting, that's observable, it can be quantified and magnified and seen in a way something so direct and minuscule could
Scrap. May evolve later."Sir," the lad protested, "the Lady informs me of assaults from the nether-"
"I'm quite sure you're practiced with assaults on ladies' nethers," the Captain replied dryly, "and I don't frankly care."
Attempt at family-charting.Parents:
Artur Morstrife- Philosopher and father
Ignatius Zan Morstrife- Colonel of ceremonial Guard contingent, mother
Children of the Morstrife(s):
Theasusius Morstrife- Eldest brother, first child, received gift of "Good Fortune". Disappeared into Colonies and is the content, unconcerned mayor of a village along the coast.
Beatrice Morstrife- Eldest sister, second child, received gift of "Unrivaled Beauty". Was so disturbed by all the men and women trying to seduce her for it that she became a priestess and swore eternal abstinence. Has not been seen in decades; is believed to have changed her name and fled to the UnderDark.
Extras that never happenedHe stared in an emotion of mixed horror, violation, bewilderment, and surprise at her.
The her that ought not be.
The her that was, apparently, him.
Or to put it another way, a woman that looked enough like him as to be his identical twin, only even trimmer, beardless, and... well, female. But the height was the same. The breadth of the shoulders. The sheen and shadow of the eye. From the white tunic and black overrobes down to the steel-inlaid black combat boots, she was dressed like him, looked like him, smelled like him. Moved like him.
And she was clearly equally restraining her equally perturbed and disturbed feelings on the matter.
Is it quarter decent poetry?A black cat on a tower shield
A sea of spears on golden fields
A rain of arrows piercing flesh
A waste of men and armor mesh.
Thundering trumpets high resound
Clarions calling for renown
Hawks hungrily hark and hunting hail,
As craven ravens scarf flesh pale.
A woman on a silver stair
Long of leg with long honey hair
Slinks in jewelry and brazen silk
With eyes of blue and skin like milk.
This Queen descends another curve
Another flight of fancy round the verve
Ancestral portraits loom above
Nowhere the King who is her love.
For he was fighting in the dale
Under the banner upon the rail
The shield of cat is his alone
And protected him from
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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