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Heroshipping...Pokemon fan fiction short
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only right one!” Sam interjected, crossing her arms stubbornly.
“Of course you would say that.” John muttered.
“Heroshipping.” The new kid answered, still glaring up at Ray, “Believe me, I hate it too.”
“Say what?!” Everyone else demanded, mouths gaping at the news.
Stained Happiness: Dedicated to the Day of SilencePokemon Fan Fiction short
‘Can we walk like we have somewhere to go?' John thought impatiently. It always pissed him off how slowly people would walk in the halls. He wanted to get to his next class as quickly as possible; out of six classes he only had one without his sister and that was last period. ‘Finally!’ John spotted a break in the line of snails walking in front of him and shot through it, not caring the slightest when he accidentally bumped into the one who had moved to close the gap.
Less than a minute later John was walking through the door to his next class. His gaze instantly went to the part of the room where he and his sister sat side-by-side. She was already at her desk, but her head was down, he shoulders shaking a little; she was crying.
“Kenzie!” John cried, running over to her, tossing his books listlessly onto his desk as he whipped past it, not caring when he heard most of his things hit the fl
I was boredPokemon Fan Fiction short
A Long Time Ago...
Just… a little… farther…
At the last second Tristan lost his balance and fell a good seven feet to the ground, landing on his back; just barely missing the ripe Pecha berry he was reaching for to give to his sister-in-law’s waiting Jolteon, Hiro.
“Ow! Man, and I was so close too!” Tristan said aloud, blowing back his dark brownish red hair in slight frustration, as he starred up at the lightly swaying tree branches.
“Are you okay?” A soft and very familiar voice inquired, steeping over to Tristan.
Tristan glanced over to his uncle Nick, his fair face scrunched up in consternation.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He mumbled halfheartedly with a wry smile.
“Are you sure?” Nick asked his grassy colored eyes scanning Tristan critically, “That was a pretty hard fall.”
When he finished speaking a stray lock of long, pale green hair fell in front of his face
Starlight, Star Bright: Ch. 8Starlight, Star Bright
Ch.8: Welcome to My Life
NOTE: if you are just reading the story for the first time now STOP. Skip to the BOTTOM of the page, click the link (FIRST) and start from the beginning please. I write with assumption that everyone knows what's going on already from reading everything before this.
“No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I’m happy, but I’m not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work, it was always there
You don’t know what it’s like [what it’s like]
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
To be kicked, when you’re down, to feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down and no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like
Welcome to my life.”
~ “Welcome to My Life” by: Simple Plan
Ray had never been so confused and at war with himself
When the Snow Falls: Chapter 2“Gah! The one bad thing I can say about snow is that it makes it almost impossible to pick up a good scent.” Chitsa complained as she searched in vain to find any clue to the pups and her brother in the frozen air.
Light gasped, “Chitsa, Look!”
Chitsa’s golden brown head snapped up, her indigo eyes frantically searching the direction that the palomino mare had indicated. There, at the edge of the newly frozen lake, were the tiny, indistinct forms of Chesmu and the pups. Chitsa bounded down the snowy slope that separated her and Light from the lake shore. As she approached she saw that River, Forest and Chesmu had already ventured out, onto the frozen surface. Shade still stood on solid ground, but she obviously intended to follow them.
“What are you doing?” Chitsa demanded hotly, although she already knew, they were seeing who dared to go out the farthest on the thin ice, too thin, even for such young ones.
“Um…” Shade began,
The aging leader of SmolderClan lifted her head from her paws at the sound of her medicine cat’s voice.
“PebbleStream, come in my friend.” She replied.
A beautiful gray and brown mackerel tabby she-cat walked into PatchLight’s den, a grave look clouding her face.
“The time has come again.” PebbleStream told her cryptically.
“What do you mean?” PatchLight asked her ears pinned back in the fear of what she thought PebbleStream was talking about.
Many, many moons before a great danger had come that had threatened the existence of all five clans, but one cat had come from outside the clans, destined to save them; IceStorm, and she had. Near the time of her death a prophecy was given that such a cat would come for more times, once for each clan.
“The time for a destined cat from the outside to save us all has come once again.” PebbleStream replied, confirming PatchLight’s fears.
HOW TO MAKE A GOOD BFDI OC (IN MY OPINION.)Hola. I think this journal was well needed. I've seen enough terrible BFDI OCs, and I wanna put a stop to it. So without further ado,
HOW TO MAKE YOUR BFDI NOT LOOK LIKE IT WAS MADE BY A 6-YEAR-OLD.
AKA: How to make a good object OC.
1.This is vital. Your character needs a trait that no one else has.
This is big IMO. Your character needs a special trait made specifically for THEM. A good example is Bubble from BFDI. Hers is that she pops easily. Or maybe icicle from OU. She can freeze things. It has to do with the object, though, so not like have a water bottle and have him be able to barf rainbows or something.
2. Avoid Cliches.
Also vital. I am SICK of seeing people that are filled with cliches. I understand that it's hard coming up with a character, but you can't just waltz on and say, "My OC is nice to everyone and just wants to have fun and he's kinda athletic" or something like that.
AAAND NOW, LUNARNARWHAL'S TOP
Name: Anya Patton
Age: 15 Years
Shirt Symbol: a cloud
Strife Specibus Weapon: Umbrellakind
-> Umbrella combined with a roulette wheel
How Modus Works: "Based upon the nervewracking game of manipulating precariously-placed blocks, this Modus uses eighteen captchalogue cards, which are dark blue and violet. When the Modus is selected, it spawns a Jenga tower made of 54 Captchalogue Blocks (54 being the number of blocks in a standard Jenga tower). Each item, when captchalogued, is assigned to three random blocks in the tower. To retrieve an item, its three blocks must be removed. When an attempt is made to retreive a specific item, its blocks are highlighted. If the tower is toppled, all items assigned to completely toppled trios of blocks will be ejected. This system appears to be extremely unwieldy, due to the likely difficult
Please Don't Leave Me "It's after midnight," Eddy said casually to Bobby who lay beside him on the bed while Eddy sat up on his laptop.
"Mhm, I'm glad you can read a clock, Eddy," Bobby said with a grin, his arms folded comfortably behind his head.
"Do you know what today is?"
"Tuesday?" the thief asked after a hum. "Do we have something to do today? I thought we weren't heading out until Friday?"
Since they'd finished their job in their current town, it wouldn't be long before they cleared out of their hotel room and hopped a plane to their next destination.
"No, it's not that!" Eddy laughed, turning to Bobby who was moving to prop himself up on his elbows, looking at Eddy with his head tilted. "You really don't know?"
"Like you said, it's after midnight. I'm tired, my brain doesn't work as well when I'm tired." Bobby said, trying to keep a straight face as he gave Eddy his horribly lame excuse.
PMD-U Team Melting Pot Official Written AppRESEARCHERS GUILD: Team Melting Pot
Date Joined: 9/30/13
Current Funds: 6 St
-Characteristic: Somewhat vain
Gender: Male Age: 26
Ability: Immunity- Is heavily resistant almost to the point of being fully immune to most toxins and is not easily poisoned by any stretch of the imagination.
Strength: 2 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 4 (2+2)
Total Points Left: 1/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma
Hone Claws- He scrapes his claws together to make them cut better, although this does not allow him to cut small trees sadly.
He tends to do this between his strikes with his claws, making his claws progressively more and more potent.
Shadow Claw- He manifests his feelings of anger/grief into his cla
Prelude: King Ryan vs. King Lief
Dan: A king. A man like a god, immortal and all too mortal at the same time. Perhaps no figure in history can compare to the wealth and glory of a good, wise king.
Lacie: Sometimes, there are.. odd kings. They arrive and they claim the throne for their own purposes. Some claim it to battle a greater evil.
Dan: Some are the greater evil. On tonight's episode of Death Battle, we see two of the most different yet similar kings face off in a final duel.
Lacie: Trust me, you're gonna see some stuff.
Dan: King Lief, Deltora's Hero and the slayer of the Shadow Lord.
Lacie: King Ryan, better known as BM Vagabond, and The Mad King.
Dan: Yes, Lief from Deltora Quest is fighting Ryan from Achievement Hunter. Lacie's the worst, y'know?
Lacie: Wait, weren't we doing Aeon vs. V-
Dan: I swear if I have to see another black-clad philosophical movie I am packing my bags and beating up Young, I have had it.
All About SamanthaGeneral Information
First Name: Samantha
Middle Name: Zariah
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy
Code Name: Nekomancer (Alter-ego), Kittymeowton (SoT)
Race: Caucasian/ Japanese
Species: Human Neko (cat shapeshifter)
Birthday: February 17th
Star Sign: Aquarius
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Nationality: American/ Japanese
Languages: Japanese, English
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Height: About 4'5"
Weight: 82 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Face Shape: Rounded
Hair Colour: Red
Hair Length: Long
Hair Style: Down
Eye Shape: Asian (though I don't draw it like that >.>;; )
Eye Colour: Aqua green
Body Shape: Average but with a pudgy belly
Waist: Slimish, pudgy belly?
Breast Size/Chest :
The Secret Weapon: Part 5Only after a few hours, almost every Skylander was wounded, bleeding; defeated. All that was left was Spyro and Grim Creeper. Sabrina then jolts out of the arena, roaring loudly as the purple and gold dragon came into view. Spyro sneered. "Wha - ?! A evilized night fury!? This can be quite troublesome!" Sabrina roared, lunging towards Spyro flinging him to the left, damaging him greatly as his back hits a wall. "Sabrina... Stop this... Now.." The fury froze hearing the familiar voice, soon jerking her head back to face the speaker; Grim Creeper. "Did you come to join me, or perish?!" She snarled, snapping her jaws slightly. "That's just it Sabrina, I won't join the forces of evil, but your letting it control you!" Sabrina narrowed her eyes and roars, charging towards her lover. With great haste Grim Creeper dodged and grabs a hold of her collar; allowing him to climb upon her back. "Grrr! Get off!" Sabrina jerked around, before running and stopping with a sudden
Death Battle Host Royale: Meet The GentlemanThe camera starts rolling, fixated on a sharp dressed man as he takes his seat and adjusts his tie. The white haired man with the bowler hat dabs the contents of what appears to be a Sweet 'n' Low pack of sugar into his coffee. He takes a sip; a satisfied smile dances across his lips. The Gentleman gazes at the camera with a coy, knowing look, accompanied by a very Cheshire-esque smirk.
"I'm often asked what makes a decent host. Being the second longest running host, behind only the honoured Ray, I believe I can provide a rough outline of an answer. Interns, pay attention."
Duels Young Samurai, sparks flying as steel clashes against steel - cane sword against katana -, but ever the champion fencer the Gentleman is quick to disarm his foe and smash a hard kick into the younger man's chest. Saiyan Assassin throws a fist, but the punch is caught inexplicably inside a gaping void... inside the Gentleman's bowler hat. Suddenly, a monstrous demonic black panther lunges from the darknes
For those of you reading "Don't Look Back" I don't want you to get the completely wrong idea about Embric. So I wanted put up this profile with, I guess you could say it's kind of her theme song
She doesn't even really know why she's so horrible sometimes.
The truth is in her memories that she can't consciously remember
we all have them, like me, I can't actually remember my Father going basically crazy cuz of his PTSD from the war and choking my mom, she's says I saw it though, so I know I did, and it still affects things I do, the things that scare me (like men yelling)
Point is, that's Embric's deal
She's hurt and lonely and she can't even remember why, she just knows that she feels that way and she takes it out the people (i.e. Alaric) around her.
She was too young to remember the very close friend she had a young pup
I mean picture Plad and Ember, that kind of close friend and all I'll say on that is that apples don't fall far from the trees here
Now that friend is gone, Embric ca
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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