The Sun Thief (redone)
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The Sun Thief (redone)
Long ago, before humans walked the earth there was a evil creature with beautiful pearly skin. This creature loved its own beauty more than anything else in the world and constantly worried about its looks. It was full of never ending greed and envy, and so it stole countless amounts of gems, jewels, and diamonds to decorate itself with, but no matter how many it stole it always wanted more and more.
After many years of watching the sun rise and set the creature became envious and angry that it did now own such a beautiful object. The sun shined more brilliantly than any gem or diamond the creature had ever seen, so he grew more and more greedy. He believed that the sun should belong to him and that no other should be able to gaze upon its beauty but him! The creature decided he would steal the sun from the sky and all the animals of the world to keep for himself.
At night, when the moon shined bright and the sun rested, the creature made a deal with the moon. He told it to stay set fo
Shatter Me- Ch 10
I was stunned. "Wh... What...?"
"Will you go to the ball with me?" he repeated.
I stared at the rose in his hand. It was a really pretty shade of pink and it had a pleasant scent. Then I looked back at Sonic, who was looking anxious again. "I... um... wow. You really caught me off guard."
I took in a deep breath and smiled. "No one's ever asked me before... I'm flattered."
"Never?" he asked.
"Nope. I usually go with the gang anyway," I explained.
"Oh." He looked crestfallen. "I see."
He started to turn away. Realizing what my response sound like, I grabbed his arm. "Wait!"
He stopped and looked at me. "Yeah?"
"I didn't mean... oh, never mind. I'd love to go with you!" I beamed.
A huge grin blossomed on his face. "Really?!"
I nodded eagerly. He let out a "WOOHOO!" of excitement and then gave me the rose. I twirled it between my fingers and inhaled its sweet scent. Sonic looked really happy and relieved. "I'm glad you said yes, Robyn."
"You looked really pa
The Dark Secret: Ch 3
Riding in a police car was very nerve-wracking. Every time I tried to ask Lorenzo a question, he would ignore me. He was very focused on getting to the station. His police radio chirped several times asking for backup and other officers would respond almost immediately. To keep the edge off, I called Mark anyway and told him what was going on. Going into lawyer mode, he told me not to say anything until he got there.
Half an hour after that call, I was sitting in the interrogation room. Lorenzo was outside somewhere preparing to ask me whatever he needed to ask me about my brother. I glanced around the small room and caught my reflection in the one-way window. I looked like hell- my clothes were rumpled and my hair was in disarray. I tried combing my hair with my fingers but that didn't seem to help much. My hair had a mind of its own.
Finally the door opened and Mark nearly stormed in with Lorenzo behind him. "If you're not going to charge her with anything,
"BARRY! Slow down!"
"What's the matter, Braelyn? Can't keep up?"
"Why do you think I'm asking you to slow down?"
Barry Allen laughed and skidded to a stop. He turned around and saw a familiar blonde figure jumping from tree to tree. As she got closer, her hands glowed faintly and several nearby tree branches stretched up to her. She jumped on top of one and rode it down to the ground. Barry watched in awe as the branches returned to normal.
"Well, there's one difference between you and Oliver," he said.
Braelyn smiled and brushed several strands of hair away from her face. "I'm not as scowl-y as he is either."
"Very true!" Barry chuckled.
The two began walking further into the forest. Braelyn glanced at Barry for a few seconds and then looked back to the scenery. "So what's up?"
"Not much. I just figured I'd hang out with you today," Barry answered.
As they walked, Barry's eyes drifted to the silver ring on Braelyn's left hand. The sapphire stone set in it gleamed brightly. "
Darth Vader vs Shao Kahn
Darth Vader, second to the galactic Emperor, kneeled in front of a large hologram projector, eagerly waiting for his master to respond. The recent months in space have been quite promising. With the recent defeat and capture of two powerful warriors, now currently in captive hibernation on the cloning facility on Kamino. It would seem that his master would call to check the progress of these individuals, but Lord Vader knew better than to think that. There was a disturbance in the force, and must be dealt with swiftly before endangering the Emperor's plans for the future of the Empire. The hologram of the cloaked figure appeared before the masked Sith, looking down at his pawn with a distasteful yet angry frown.
Darth Vader: What is thy bidding, my master?
Emperor: The time has finally arrived. The beast who nearly ended my life has returned from the darkest depths of the galaxy, with forces strong enough to match your own. He has taken custody of a nearby im
Injustice Super Power BeatdownGandalf: Leave this place.
Darth Vader: Who are you to order me?
Gandalf: I'm trying to save you!
Darth Vader: The ring belongs to the Emperor.
Gandalf: It belongs in the depths of Mordor!
Darth Vader: You are an old fool.
Darth Vader: Stop wasting my time!
Gandalf: You shall not pass!
Darth Vader: Submit or die!
Gandalf: Your anger blinds you!
Darth Vader: The ring calls out to me!
Gandalf: You'll suffer just the same!
Gandalf: Enough, Anakin!
Darth Vader: That name has no meaning!
Gandalf: Return to your master!
Darth Vader: Not without that ring!
Gandalf: I don't want to kill you!
Darth Vader: An unwise decision!
Batman: I have nothing against mutants.
Wolverine: So this is personal?
Batman: You left me no choice, Logan.
Wolverine: Outta my way, Bats!
Batman: You know I can't do that.
Lost Together (RanmaXRyoga)(Alternate Universe)Ranma was not having a good day, having walked for hours without stopping to rest or eat was bad already, doing so in her girl form while carrying a backpack full of camping gear -with no food in it we must add- only made it worse. The only positive she could think about was the fact they were finally leaving Jusenkyo, and that the guide had offered to buy them boat tickets back to Japan as compensation for not being able to find the cursed spring that would cure them.
The one thing Ranma couldn't really understand was Genma's urgency to return to Japan; all the old man had revealed was that a friend of his was ready to give him something, and that it was very valuable, a property of some sorts, it seemed. The young Saotome had figured they could sell it and use some of the money to return later for a cure and besides, it wasn't as if the curse was deadly or anything, and Ranma knew he -or rather she at the moment- could deal with it for a couple of extra months.
She still was pretty h
An Admirals Last Day
Thomas stood frozen, shocked with fear thinking at speeds that he couldn't even process. His thoughts racing repeatedly through his mind as podracers do around a track. Thomas realized for the first time that his time has come; he was going to die. Thomas was on the bridge of his Star Destroyer looking out through its perfectly transparent windows watching identical Star Destroyers explode or implode while hearing the screams of their captains from the comms station nearby. TIE fighters were everywhere, hundreds of them were deployed into combat. Unfortunately, the rebels had hundreds of their X-wing fighters which easily outmatched the TIE fighters. This paved the way for their Y-bombers which swiftly overwhelmed the Star Destroyers. s Thomas stood frozen in shock as he heard a faint voice grow louder and louder filled with fear as it approached him. This had Thomas dazed until he was violently shoved back into reality. He reflexively turned around unholstering his blaster pistol brin
Wonder Woman ReviewWarner Brothers has been trying to respond to the criticism that started since Man of Steel. As they say, third is the charm, since this time they actually pulled it off without repeating the same mistakes or making new ones, giving us the film that Man of Steel should have been.
Diana brings something new in a super hero protagonist. Rather than going the predictable route of her dealing with a bunch of sexist strawmen. Her being a woman comes up a occasionally after she's left home but it's far from her most important trait. Diana's main obstacle is that she's a naive fish out of water trying to do good in world she doesn't understand. Sometimes with her complaints she is in the right, and sometimes she's wrong. Her belief that World War I was all caused by Ares makes a good character arc as she goes about seeing the worst humanity is capable of, and predictably learns there was no single bad guy behind everything. Just as important, she learns she can help people, but she cannot sav
Nukid101's Top 10 Games Of 2016: 5 - 1
5) Titanfall 2
Y'know, EA has done some really stupid shit over the years, but releasing this game between Battlefield 1 and Call of Duty: Infinite Warfare was one of their most bone-headed moves ever. There was no way this game was gonna do well when it was close to release of those two juggernauts, and that's a crying shame because not only was it better than either of those games, it was one of the best shooters I've played in a long time.
And yes, if it wasn't obvious by now, I liked it more than Doom.
I talked before about how despite loving Doom it did start to get repetitive towards the end for me, and that never happened with Titanfall 2. In fact all I wanted when it was done was MORE of it. Not that it's necessarily a 'better' shooter, but it is a different kind of shooter. Both games have variety but in different respects. Doom put more emphasis on a variety of weapons and used similar-ish environments throughout the game, wherea
Bill Nye Destroys The WorldBill Nye’s recent episode on his Netflix show, “Bill Nye Saves The World” has left me as well as many others both shocked and disturbed.
As a millennial who grew up watching this guy in the 90s this is very disheartening to me. To be honest, I used to enjoy his children’s show on the local family channel, “Bill Nye the Science Guy.” He made science education fun and for years was an icon for children’s education. Like many, I respected the man and was grateful as an adult to have such individuals on television when there is so much garbage.
It is amazing to me how the image and reputation of a person can be ruined within a two minute video, but for me, that is exactly what happened.
As an adult, I was well aware that Nye had many criticisms of the Christian religion, but they were widely held scientific theories. As a Christian myself, I of course had my differences with Bill, but based on this, I was still able to respect him.
Now he has broug
The Cure for Death is Life
In the world of the show The Walking Dead, an airborne virus has spread throughout the earth and has become part of the surviving humans. The virus becomes fully active once a person dies and they become zombified, a reanimated corpse. One can imagine a zombified person to itself is the most free. It is free of many of the things that make us human. Free of responsibility, free of emotion, free of law and order, among other things. It can focus solely on its desires.
Sin is like that virus, in which once a person dies spiritually it takes hold and transforms that person in similar fashion. Sin, like that zombie virus is relentless, indiscriminate, and all consuming. Those that have been given over to sin can see things the same way. Free to do as one's heart desires, without fear. However, those who are on the outside (survivors if you will) see things with a much different perspective. They can see how that "freedom" is more of a bondage and how destructive it is to the host and
Howl x Reader: Vixen (Part 6)
Howl x Reader: Vixen (Part Six)
“What do you mean Vixen has two heartbeats??” Calcifer’s normally wide eyes were as round as saucers, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
“Exactly what I said, Calcifer,” Howl said patiently. “Vixen is still pregnant.”
In the wizard’s arms, (F/n) rested, cradled close to his chest, and for that the woman turned fox was quite relieved. If he had let her go in that particular moment, she most certainly would have collapsed in a fit of nerves. As it was, her tears would not stop flowing, even though she’d received the life-altering news almost thirty minutes prior. It was too much. . . Too much to comprehend or fathom.
“But how can the V be pregnant?” The fire demon asked with confusion. “She’s been a fox for over a year. Surely she would have had the kid by now, if she was still carrying it?”
[REQ] SPN: Blood and Grace. [Demandriel]Summary: I almost lost you. | I’m here.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Dean/Samandriel [Demandriel]; implied Castiel/Sam [Sastiel]; unnamed witch
Word Count: 1,154
Tags/Warnings: implied violence; injured!Dean; sad!Samandriel; angst; flashback!fic; hunt!fic; why is it always witches?
“Mmm, angel – whatcha doing?”
Dean had felt himself being slowly extracted from the blackness of his dreamless sleep – a pleasant blue haze filling the dark void.
As the hunter’s awareness had begun to sharpen, he could feel the tender skimming of fingertips brushing the exposed skin of his back.
Fingertips that did not pull away at his sleep-slurred words, but did seem to momentarily tense.
Opening his green eyes, Dean focused into the soft grace-lit eyes of his angel.
“I was checking to make sure your injuries had effectively healed.”
Dean let out a
Levi x Reader - Life's Handicap
(AU Note: For maximum effect, listen to this)
Getting to Levi’s home was always a hassle. The loud blares of car horns punctuating her father’s curses, she cringed as time moved ever so slowly. Pressing her cheek against the passenger window, she silently watched the bustling scenery roll past. There was massive foot traffic today given that it was the weekend. Girls wearing pretty dresses were talking and laughing in groups, heading to the shopping malls to check out the newest sales.
She didn’t hold the same interests as most girls but she would be lying if she said she didn’t envy hanging out with a girl group. Like the three young t
Human three caballeros x reader (Part 18)
"-Shrug- Is there anything you want to do chica?" Panchito asked.
"How about to play a game of true or dare, until we will fly again?" She suggested.
"Truth or Dare? You really wanna play that chica?" Panchito smoothly said.
"Truth or Dare! What's Truth or Dare?" Donald asked cluelessly.
"Truth or Dare is an old party game when everyone takes turns to either ask someone to tell you the truth about something, or dare them to do something. And no matter what it is, they'll HAVE to do it." Jose explained.
"I already don't like the sound of this game" Donald said grumpily.
"Oh come on Donald! Give it a chance! I'm sure you'll like it!" Panchito gave with a happy smile.
"In fact, since you suggested it, how about you go first chica?"
"Okay, I will ask...Doanld" She pointed to Donald who looked in a surprise gaze to her.
"Why me? Can't you ask Panchito and Jose instead?" Donald said with a nervous grin.
"Stop trying to talk your way out of this Donald! Go ahead chica. Are you gonna ask him t
Damned And Divine (Five)Lena could see the fear come upon Baldwin and Magnus's shadowed faces in the dim light. "Bertrand, stop scaring them," she poked at her cake with her spoon.
Bertrand chuckled. "My apologies," he smiled, "I could not resist."
"Um..." Magnus looked down nervously, "what do you mean? About the dark secrets?"
Bertrand's smile grew wider. "Of course this place has dark secrets. A very long line of witches have made their home here."
"Oh..." Magnus looked slightly relieved. He picked up the piece of chocolate he had dropped and sighed.
"And of course Lena has had her moments, too," Bertrand added with a grin while the fear returned to Magnus's eyes. Lena stared at him from where she sat, glaring. "She is probably one of the kindest you will ever meet, but don't anger her." He chuckled as he passed them by.
Lena saw that Magnus was now looking at her warily. "He's joking," Baldwin sighed at his younger brother.
"How do you know?" Magnus asked, and Lena could still feel his eyes on her
ACTIUM: United - ACT 6ACT 6: Eden
“I don't trust him.”
As they walked away from the humans, Dhai Khax replied to them, “Whether we trust them or not, he's our best hope at finding it.”
One of the other Anima faced off with her, “You're smitten by him!”
Suddenly, Dhai's expression turned dark. “You... wish to repeat that, Sheq?” The two continued to butt with each other until the elevation transport arrived. Their language couldn't be understood by the humans around them, so they spoke freely. Now inside, another complained about walking around, how uncomfortable it was. “Bear with it. This is the human's world. They walk and are very discouraging towards those of other races, especially ones that don't walk. We must try to be as human as possible.” After a pause, Dhai faced the group, “Remember, we've been carefully chosen for this mission. I'm sure it will become more apparent as time goes on, so we must be patient. The
LiesShrouding the harsh truth from a loved one
Hiding the shame you’d bring upon yourself
Making someone else feel better
Proud people are cowards
Proud of their lies
Their fabricated happiness
Telling a lie
Is much easier than shattering someone's heart
You can never look at someone the same way
After a lie is told, everything changes
You’re a coward, a cheater, and a thief
You believe you’re helping someone
But you are really hiding them
From the reality they will face one day
Wearied Warriors - PoemVivid visions vacillate in the face of the uncertain
And wearied warriors contemplate
Why the choices chose just are not working
At last you've grabbed your shield
But alas it is too late
The battle washed away your dreams
And you cannot fix past mistakes...
Gone away in silence
So slowly hope had slipped away
Will you ever dare to try again,
On this or any other day?...
Not every aspiration
Will surely be achieved
Yet every wish, ambition
That is fulfilled starts with a seed
Perhaps your first desire
Was not the goal you'd been meant to reach
But perhaps that burning fire
Still can fuel the passion that you need
In every failure - purpose
And even if you've fallen down
You'll find the strength to rise again
No matter how hard you've been knocked down
Nothing More to Say - PoemFallen
What do you care?
Why does it matter?
Never stopped to think
And now it's scattered
What once was whole cannot be mended
The times once had
They now are ended
You had held treasure in your hands
Yet it all slipped through them just like sand
Lost to the desolate expanse
Taken by a gust of wind and blown away
Now there is nothing left to do
And there is nothing... more to say
XanthicYellow is the gentle sunrise brushing against fluttering eyelids.
Yellow is soft smiles and laughter, gentle nostalgia and memories of innocence.
Yellow is the petal of a dandelion rubbing against the cheek, a dance through a fountain.
Yellow is the dreamy afterglow of a party, the taste of vanilla icing lingering on the tongue, the scent of sugar cookies.
Yellow is the dream of joy, the lightness of step.
Yellow is the warmth of a fire, a calm caution and peaceful guide.
Yellow dances in barefeet on fine sands, skipping across dunes in deserts miles wide.
Yellow tastes of banana and lemon, melts as smoothly as sweet butterscotch, bites as sharp as cinnamon.
Yellow is light, both harsh and soft in the same breath.
Yellow is happiness, spite, challenge, and velvet.
Yellow is a memory, smooth to the touch, optimistic to a fault.
Yellow is carefree, boundless, and mischievous.
Match Ideas: The ScotsmanSamurai Jack is home to a lot of interesting and colorful characters, but few match the popularity of the Scotsman. As always, spoilers especially for the recent season.
We first see the Scotsman appear when Jack is crossing a giant rope bridge when he hears some bagpipes, and can't stand as the Scotsman comes into view. Jack asks if he's anywhere close to the end of the bridge but the Scotsman says he's nowhere close. The bridge is to narrow for either of them to walk around the other, Jack holds the idiot ball and doesn't suggest just jumping over the Scotsman, but the Scotsman isn't being reasonable anyways and insists they fight. Jack tries to talk his way out but the Scotsman insults prove too much even for him to put up and starts to hit back.
So they fight. And fight, and fight. Fight fight fight fight fight fight, for three days without stopping until neither of them of has the strength to keep fighting. The Scotsman of course denies it and insists not finishing is givin
An Introduction to The Amastereth
The Amastereth (as it is known by the Osenta) is a collection of historical accounts and writings that which outline the history of the inhabitants of Senetar. From the era of the founding of the cosmos, up until the modern Fifth Era which began with the reconstruction acts of Varenkara.
The Amastereth begins with the records of Etaium, the first of the all the Osenta and father of the Shadow-makers, that which outlines the works of his forger, the deity whom they call Na-do-ya, and how he forged the cosmos out of the material of the darkness – from the forces of the positive and the negative into all things both living and inanimate, fluid and solid.
Etaium and his contemporary, Manuth (the first of the Earth-carvers) would use their divine wisdom to bless the early Osenta with the written word and mathematics, becoming the first scholars and scientists. From here
Mind and Soul Ch. 1Mind And Soul
Day in and day out, it was the same. The crying, the pain, the fear, it never goes way. The worse part was the loneliness of a small dark empty cell that closed in on me everyday. Everyday those walls pushed me together until it squeezed the very life out of me. The only time when there was actual air was when the cell door opened, but it opened to a world of pain. It usually ends with an injury that was deep within the soul. A young girl in the corner shivers in fear and pain, hoping one day that she would see the sun again, but that hope quickly diminished when the men in white robes grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the “Dark Room of Pain” where they poked and pried her head and her eyes. They put sharp things in her arms and eyes, they stabbed her in the head without a care, they kept her strapped in a chair and left her there as punishment, and they used a bright light to shoot into her eyes rendering her with blinding pain. The pain was s
Hot and sweaty.
The weather I hated.
I had always hated summer; it was too hot, and the humidity in my home town was always constantly fluctuating. It was always high, and the groggy moisture got into my eyes.
There was never anywhere with enough water to swim either; it was always dry, hot and arid. Even our shower ran dry and I had to bath in what little water I could squeeze from the rocks in our backyard.
Which was pretty much nothing.
Summer reminded me of death; constant death, rotting corpses, dead and decomposition, maggots, flies, stink.
Oh how that stink stunk. Whenever a cow on our small, dead and dying farm died, we had to leave it to the weather to deal with. We could never make it close enough to do anything about it, mere minutes of death in this heat resulted in smells of nuclear-proportions, as the body released its fluids in the form of gas that decided - as if to mock us - to hang around the body, as though it were feeding off the smell of rotting meat.
Summer-ChildThe heat boiled the sweat right off my face; another of my perfect Australian Summers.
I loved them.
It kind of ticked me off how Summer would be so evenly matched by the Australian Winter; the way the climate changed infuriated me! One moment, the Sun would burn you like a sausage on the barbecue, but the next, the wind could slice your face clean off!
It was insane, but it was home.
Most argued that Autumn and Spring were the best months; not too hot, not too cold. I agreed too, they were pleasantly warm months, but I would kill to swap them all for a constant Summer.
I know, it would be like living in an oven if Australia experienced 365 days of Summer in succession, but I guess I must be the rare type, and would prefer to be roasted than frozen.
Well, that's me. The Summer-Child.
It happened one day at school; a sudden shift in temperature and a strong wind from the South; a cold Antarctic wind that sent chills up my spine, causing my brain to freeze over.
I dropped my large pile o
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