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Cronus x Reader At Least You Remember MeHe stared at his face that was reflected by the mirror and smiled. He did it. He finally did it.
" I'm..... I'm finally human..... Novw.. Novw she'll have to lowve me! "
He touched his face once more and accidently whiped some of the paint off. He growled in annoyance and looked at himself once more. " I need to make some more adjustments..... "
* BACK IN TIME! *
" VWHY! VWHY VWON'T YOU LOWVE ME!? " You flinched back in due to shock and sighed. " Once we complete the game, you will disappear forever! Besides! If we all do make it out alive! I don't think that intertwining the speices is a good idea! Rose and Kanaya may have already done i
Leave A MessageSherlock was galloping through his deductions when Lestrade’s phone rang.
“Hold on,” said Lestrade, and then paused. “That’s odd.”
He showed the display to John.
“Number withheld: please pass phone to Sherlock Holmes,” John read out.
“Don’t answer it!" shouted Sherlock.
John stared at him. “Is this something to do with Mycroft?”
Sherlock turned abruptly and strode away.
At the lab they bumped into Molly. Almost immediately her mobile rang.
“Um..?” she said gazing at the screen.
“Message for Sherlock Holmes?” asked John.
“Turn your p
Gamzee x YellowBlood!Reader NORMAL VISION!You are a yellow blood in this. More YouTube reffs. I know you like it, don't denniiieeeeeee.
You sighed boredly as you were forced to stare at the computer screen. Karkat was forcing you to watch another one of his crappy RomComs. GOG! You wanted him to cull you now, to put you out of your misery.
You groaned in annoyance as Karkat shushed you.
" _____! Pay attention! This is the best part! "
No one dared to save you. They would only be pulled in to watch the movie becuase of Karkles.
The Knight of Causing Bordem.
" Is it almost done yetttttt? "
" _____, it's still in
Hetalia Writing Meme 9Choose 10 characters:
1) You wake up and open your eyes, immediately you see  before your eyes. What do you do?
France: *leaning over me a bit, smiling flirtatiously as always* Ah~ Bonjour, mon cher~ Did you sleep well?
Me: *not amused*.....Francis....What the FrUK are you doing in my room?
France: Honhonhon~ I 'eard you mumbling in your sleep, and decided to check it out. Some'zing about wanting your boyfriend to--
Me: *blushing hard, though thoroughly pissed off* You have 5 seconds to get out of here, before I frickin' murder yo
AmericaxReader-Plots,Plans,and Answered QuestionsYou looked at your partner in crime, closest comrade, and best friend Catherine with disbelief. In all the year you had known her, all the adventures the two of you had, you never expected her to betray you like this. She had chosen to tell you such in a secluded spot at lunch at least. The two of you always ate lunch by a tree a good distance away from anyone else in your high school. Not that it was much of a challenge as most people didn’t bother with you two.
“You what?” Your voice was starting to hit a register so high that only dogs heard.
“I may have…let slip to…a certain person that you happen t
ForesightDebra Mae was an astonishingly good programmer.
Her code always worked correctly the first time, and she never missed a deadline. Her workspace was immaculate, but curiously devoid of personal effects. No framed pictures, no toys, just her small collection of pens lined up according to color and an inbox for the occasional old-school paper input.
Her computer was equally immaculate. Nothing extra on her desktop, no stray icons. If one peeked at her browser history there’d be nothing there but work-related google searches and company stuff.
She dressed neatly but very plainly. I suspected she had four dresses in her wardrobe an
Morby infinito-Mira, Mordecai, compre esta nueva máquina del tiempo- dijo Rigby al entrar al cuarto con un nuevo aparato como el que se había destruido.
-Me dijeron que tenía un pequeño defecto, pero fue gratis, así que lo tome.
-Te amo Rigby
Mordecai y Rigby confesaron su amor el uno para el otro, se abrazaron y se dieron un beso de forma muy apasionada, pasaron el mejor momento de sus vidas.
-Desearía que esto volviera a repetirse- dijo Mordecai
-Tengo la solución- dijo Rigby
Rigby acciono su máquina del tiempo y regresó minutos atrás antes que Mordecai le confesara su amor.
-Mira, Mordecai, compre esta nueva máquina del
Morby al reves, es decir, MarleenMargaret y Eileen se encontraban trabajando en la cafetería, pero como no había ningún alma alrededor empezaron a conversar.
-¿Quieres ir a mi departamento esta noche a jugar?- dijo Eileen
-No puedo esta noche, voy a ir a ver a Mordecai en el parque ahorita y lo voy a invitar a salir
-¿En serio?- dijo Eileen en un tono molesto
Eileen sabía que Mordecai el arrendajo era un chico cualquiera, que por más que saliera Margaret con él nunca se fijaría en su mejor amiga, solo la hacía pasar malos ratos por demostrar que ella existía para el plumífero.
-No vayas co
Merida And The Princess DollMerida and the Princess Doll
By John Paul Dodds
As the cameras stopped rolling, Mickey Mouse came dancing out of the eponymously named House of Mouse.
Some primal mouse instinct warned him and he jumped back a second before a pair of hands reached out of the bush to grab him. “C'mere ye lying wee rodent, ye”. The heavy Scots brogue was instantly recognisable. Mickey backed up as a rather peeved looking Merida clambered out of the bush she'd been hiding in. “Errr... Hi... M...M...Merida”, Mickey mumbled, trying and failing to sound his normal, cheery self. “Err... What can I do for you”, he sounded b
A British Chicken in New YorkWalking down the street one day
I saw a chicken in a tree
Wearing a black-felt bowler
"I say, chicken, what are you doing?"
To which he calmly replied, "Hello sir! Fine day, fiiinneee day! I am watching butterflies for the duck."
"Oh, I see. Of course, of course." Then, "Ahm, pardon me, chicken-"
"Please, call me Andrew."
"Right! Andrew. Umm...do you happen to have the sports page?"
With some fluttering of feathers, Andrew tossed the sports section down to me.
He said, "I see that Manchester lost their rugby match last evening. Bloody rout by the opposing team."
"Hm, yes. Ah, chic-"
"Quite right, old chap. Andrew..
A Welcome Letter From DeathHello Claude.
I hope this letter finds you well. In fact I'm certain it will. See, you've managed to escape my icy grip once again, Claude. And I'm not pleased about that. Not one iota. That's the third time you've cheated me this month.
But I digress.
I'm not writing this letter to chastise you, Claude. Not at all. In fact, if anything, I should be congratulating you. It's rare indeed that someone of your ..... shall we say "intellect" ..... one-ups the Grand Reaper himself. (And remember, not just once; not twice; but three ..... count 'em ..... THREE times!) That's one highly impressive feat.
But in all seriousness, Claude. How DO you do it? I've tried to figure it out. I've watched and rewatched the video feeds; I've played them forwards, I've played them backwards; I've sped them up, I've slowed them down; I've run through them frame-by-oafish-frame and I just. Can't. Figure it out!
Now, the first time? I can understand that. I mean it happens all the time. Guy goes out with his f
TonyXReader: Texting Before TraningI saw someone do something like this with Marvel before and see what it's like.I'm testing this out All rights belong to that person who started this.
8:19 am Monday May 16th 2013
Tony: Ok, So what I'm gonna be bored for 6hrs?
You: Hey do you want me not to join shield?
Tony: Um, no I like you here and you're the only one who can calm Royal pants down and the Jolly green giant. But I don't see why I can't get you home schooled.
You: ?_? Now you wanna keep me hidden to yourself?
Tony: That would be nice, Besides it's great here.
You: Hey I didn't know I was talking to Loki! And when were you capable to have a Girlfriend with out having one nighters?
Tony: -Sniffle- Well I'm sorry "Natasha"
You: Damn you beat me on that one.
You: Great now you're Thor.
Tony: I bet I can hammer you better than he can.
You: Tony... Still not sleeping with you.
No Honor Amongst Heels"Before you play the music, don't even bother you stupid wankers!" the thick Australian accent of Victoria McKenzie rang out as she and Heather Flynn stepped through the curtain, both with microphones in hand, Victoria was wearing some tight blue booty shorts with a matching sports bra type top with a touch of white, the 20 year old Australian was also wearing black knee pads and plain black boots as she scowled at the fans
"Got somethin' to say ya' fat bastard!?" barks out Victoria to a booing fan as the smaller Heather Flynn rolled her eyes and said to the taller Australian
"Hello! Earth to the reject roo! Anyone home!?" snaps Heather, ev
My efforts to become an Italian man are meeting with mild success. I now go around the workplace saying, "Eetsa gooda pizza pie! Eetsa gooda spaghetti! Eetsa gooda fettuccini! Eetsa gooda meatballa! Eetsa gooda ravioli! Eetsa gooda I dona worka with any Italians!" Everyone super-appreciates the European atmosphere I'm lending the storeroom.
I can actually feel the first signs of tomato sauce trickling down my arms. I'll be shooting spaghetti out of my sleeves in no time. Ooh, and I may have to visit The Olive Garden at least once if I want to get the exploding meatball upgrade. That would come in handy whenever I need to deal with mouthy non
Little HarryLittle Harry, the President of Going to Bed
"Little Harry, it's bedtime," said Little Harry's mother. "My tucking hands are ready to send you spiralling into the dream world."
Little Harry didn't want to go to bed. As he saw it, the night was young.
"Harry, man, think of all of the great things that you can dream about. Think about how bright and fresh the morning will be. Sleeping is the best. It lets you skip the boring nighttime and live in a world of light and color."
"I like nighttime," Little Harry pointed out.
"No, you don't."
Little Harry was surprised he didn't know his own opinion, but he didn't argue. He decided to tru
Sandalis the GladiatorThe Emperor of Rome had a big, booming voice. The best use for a big, booming voice at the time was to announce a fight at the Imperial Arena, so he announced an awful lot of them. Lately, however, he'd been listening to musicians and poets because his wife was tired of getting blood on her garments.
"Come on, I'll hire more seamstresses and have you in new outfits every day, just let me go back to watching bloodsports in large venues. My friends called me a pansy. Sure, I had them killed, but their taunts are still ringing in my ears, and I fear the only way to make it stop is to replace that ringing with another sound, namely that of sword
Classic JokeSo Doctor Karate Chop and his homie Rapper Caspian C walk into a bar. "Ouch," they both say as the bar shoots them.
Being dead, they wend their way toward the pearly gates. Saint Peter isn't there, but only a note saying, "Back in 5 Eternities."
"There's no way in hell I'm waiting 5 eternities for a punchline," says Doctor Karate Chop.
Rapper Caspian C tries rapping on the pearly gates. No answer for 3 eternities.
"Just kidding about being gone for 5 eternities," Saint Peter says as he takes down the sign. "I hope you're not disappointed that we've run out of punchlines and have to resort to kidding."
"As long as you open up we won't be.
The Living Room"Natalie, where's my mirror?" called Jason from the bathroom.
"I think you left it in the living room," Natalie responded. "On the coffee table, by the remotes."
Sure enough, Jason emerged from the bathroom, then from the hall, to spot the mirror exactly where Natalie had thought it was located.
"You were right. It was in the living room, on the coffee table, by the remotes. You must have a sixth sense when it comes to mirrors."
Just then, her true sixth sense--the ability to detect dark beings from beyond the grave--kicked in. She could feel the monstrous presence descending on their living room, feel it filling it, even expanding it.
MortalityYoga Mayfair dreamed about living forever. His best friends were all vampires, and he wanted to be one, too, but he was one of those unfortunate athletes without a neck. An experimental surgeon across the bay claimed he could provide Yoga with a neck, but Yoga didn't know if he could save up that much money for something that might not even work. The doctor could promise a neck, but not a neck that was susceptible to immortality. With living forever being up in the air, Yoga started to want to die. His vampire friends were taking full advantage of their immortality, and meanwhile he wasn't making any use at all of his mortality. "We all have
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