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misunderstandings keep me young I looked around. The vicious sun stung my eyes, made them water. The cornucopia was still littered with goodies, I didn't need to suck the Capitol's dick for sponsors with all of this shit surrounding me.
I raised my voice, I made them know we had to get moving, and then I went to pick around for other things I could get my hands on.
"Excuse me," I heard behind me, as Thad tapped my shoulder. I turned to see him snarling at me, his face all made up like a dog that had his favorite squeaker taken away, "Who the fuck do you think you are around here, giving orders?"
My response came as quick as a whip, "Oliver Green?" I cocked my shoulder and gave him a smile to go along with my p
HGOCT: Training 4/4
Ol rode the elevator down for the, what felt like, thousandth time with her district mate, Haze. Some days, they were silent. This was not one of those days.
"Okay so you're telling me," she was saying, "that the soccer team in Mexico is better than ours, based on the sole fact that they have Cortez and we don’t, period."
"Yes, that's what I'm telling you."
"You're a lunatic," she stated with absolute certainty, a less than amused expression besmirching her face while they both left the elevator. She slurped her juice pouch and handed it off to Haze, who promptly dropped it.
"I am a man," he said, "and men don't drink pink beverages. Be gone, woman, and return with something brown."
Ollie laughed out loud, "Don't make me sock you," she said between breaths. They opened a door, leading to the same rectangular, cramped side room that they had seen on the way to the training center every day, only now, there were benches erected along the walls and most of the tributes were already
HGOCT: Training 3/4Ollie rode the elevator down, stretching her arms by swinging them back and forth before her. The sound of her neck cracking made Haze wince a little but otherwise, the ride down to the ground floor was silent. Ollie didn't even notice the awkwardness; she was too excited to get out there and see the training room again. It was every career's wet dream, really. The first few days of training, she had sized everyone up, and continued her ritual as usual, as though the others weren't even there. She also learned how to start a fire, which was cool. Maybe one of these lovely children would be lucky enough to stumble on her when she made camp in the arena. The non-careers had to worry about smoke giving away their position in the field, but Ollie said, let them come, so she could fry up their asses nice and crispy.
She was already a pro at fishing, knew her way around a spear so well she made sharks out to be as easy to kill as household pets, and with how many rounds she could go with the
Final Round: Heroes (Written) I was intensely glad to see her. She had come out of nowhere like a hero, leaping onto me, even though I'm sure in our time apart, she had gained some injuries of her own. Like I had. Her eye was well on it's way to swelling shut, and those icicles did her back no favors. She rolled off of me and sprawled beside me. I couldn't move either but in a moment, we were forced to sit up. Noises came to us from the other side of the lake and we couldn't afford to let our guard down. I turned to her and I felt my face go white looking at her. She was in horrible shape. And by her expression, so was I. But that wasn't important-- I couldn't possibly sustain all of these wounds and survive, and even if I could, I didn't want to. Not if that meant that she would have to die in my stead. It would not have been wise to put the ointment directly on her eye, especially as it continued to bleed profusely. Blood slid off her face and was caught by her torn up shirt, but I cleaned it too, a
Tried to WalkIt’s been a while. My hand ghosts the curtains for a minute before I pull them all the way shut with my one arm. I try not to think about it, but it’s like not noticing if someone sprouted an extra head. There’s plenty to distract me though, like the fact that I could no longer hold a wand without fumbling, or that I pretty much came out to my family and admitted that I’ve been crushing on this guy I’ve known since before Hogwarts (and he happened to live with me now, so that didn’t make things much better). More pressing was the fact that my best friend had passed away almost a year ago.
I thumbed the drapes, praying to a god I wasn’t even sure I believed in to make things like they were before the war, but as usual, nothing happened. I deserved to be happy, I thought, although maybe I’ve been self-centered. Is that really a bad thing? I leaned my head against Marshall’s window pane and looked out. He liked his room the best, even
HGOCT: Swan Song (Written)Solemn the drums
thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
As the stars that
shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry
in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
(Robert Laurence Binyon)
My name is Draken Fortier. I am thirteen years old. I’ve been stabbed three times, maybe more. I am lying in the melted snow, cradling the corpse of a girl I’ve known for maybe all in about twelve hours. I should be dead. Why am I not dead?
I ask Renee this question maybe a dozen times, mingled with the apologies and sobbing I offer. She, of course, says nothing, stays limp like a grotesque rag doll. If I didn’t know any better, I could say that she was alright, just sleeping. Her face was still flushed with blood, and there were no horrible jagged wounds crisscrossing her chest like there w
OllieollieoxenfreeShe had spent all night at the academy. Again. But training came first, and she would keep doing this until she was eighteen. She was going to volunteer, but this year went to this year's favorite—Teresa. The academy gets a lot of applicants; kids who want glory for their district, their family, a mansion, the works. Seems cool right? Well it is. But for career districts, volunteering isn't just something you do, you have to be the best of your group. A panel of victors, and other judges that were around from when the games were new have to pick you out from a small ocean of other kids who want desperately to raise their hands and cry out "Pick me!" when assembled at the reaping. Oliver had it in the bag for next year—so much so, in fact, a lot of the girls from her division and age group dropped out because they didn't want to waste time trying against someone so obviously destined to win. Even the boys were a little nervous. There could only be one victor in the hunger games,
To the future. To you and Wesley.Curtis doesn't usually 'dress nice' but lately, he has been. Since the discovery that a suit on a man is pretty much the male equivalent of wearing lingerie, he makes an effort to look sharp. Today, however, was his wedding day. He thought he honestly never looked better in his life, though that was nothing to his—his stomach did a backflip—husband, Wesley Fletcher. He took off his tuxedo jacket (par Wes's request, really, but it was getting sort of hot on the dancefloor) about an hour ago, and his new life-partner was thumbing his suspenders idly as they talked. They almost couldn't keep their hands off of each other. The vows were kinda hard to get through because holding each other's hands and saying such heartfelt, meaningful things was impossible not to chase it down with a kiss.
"You had to wear these?" Wes said after a pause with a smile on his face that had been there since the moment they said 'I do'. Hell, before that even. The planning phase was bliss, the propos
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah (Written)I can walk, I can see just fine, and I can run if I need to, but I’m not at all strong. It’s been maybe a day or two since Caleb died, and since then, it’s been hard for me to breathe. I felt like his death was dragging me into a veil, like water sucking down on something, pushing it under. I’m drowning 24/7, I can’t sleep and I twitch when I’m on my feet, so badly Elicia is no doubt getting annoyed with me. I can’t help it though. I can’t help screaming his name when I sleep, crying myself awake and vomiting up whatever I ate before bed because I swear I can still smell his blood on my skin.
I am wrecked. If it wasn’t for me, Caleb would be fine—or not ‘fine’ fine, since he’d still be in the Hunger Games but, there’s a difference between waiting everyone out and killing. Now more than ever I’m sure I won
“I’m done with you! This was your last chance and what did you do?! You screwed up again!” You yelled into your phone at your now ex-boyfriend. He once again cheated on you for the third time along with gambling, smoking, and buying useless things. He was using up all your hard earned money and you let him thinking that he had really changed this time. It always seemed like he had for a couple weeks but then things would change as soon as you started to save up your money and it seemed like you would have extra to spare which he would take form you instead of using the money he had. You really loved him but it was time to move on and not let him back into your life. You felt hot tears whelm in your eyes as you looked up at the sky. Finally, you decided it was good to walk for a bit to clear your mind.
As you walked, you soon came to Venice, not realizing how far you had walked form your home. You live in Italy for years and spoke the language well but you preferred to
Raising a Beast (RP)On your journey's, you all of sudden come across a small fragile looking creature. It appeared to be alone, no mother, no father, just sitting in it's nest/den staring dead at you with eyes of curiosity and wonder. It would begin to crawl out of it's nest/den towards you. When you tried to shoo it away, it would just continue to pursue after you like duckling chasing after it's mother. You eventually gave in, guessing that the beast had been abandoned.
A. Merchant - You go from one city to the next, selling you wares to the local towns people to make money for food, clothing, and a warm bed at an inn.
B. Solider - You serve in your allegiance military being moved from one stronghold or camp to the next, often going off to battle to then return wounded or with a few scratches.
C. Bandit - You robe and mug people for a living, your group in constantly moving to keep up with cravens or royalty to robe or kidnap.
D. Alchemist - You wondered the world to study the races, plants, mag
[NOTES] Zero x Reader (Part 1)
As you entered the classroom filled with Day Class students, you didn't expect the events that would take place over the course of the next couple days. Sweet, sweet unsuspecting you.
As usual, you headed to your seat beside Yuki Cross, greeting both her, Yori, then Zero who sat behind the three of you. You knew nothing about vampires, but had become close with Zero anyhow.
Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was just your typical morning... that is, until you opened up your black spiral notebook.
There, on a fresh sheet of unused paper was a small envelope with a red, heart seal. Though its appearance surprised you, you didn't think too much of it and began to open up the small thing, seeing no need to hide it from or reveal it to anyone.
However, once you read the contents inside of it, you quickly closed your notebook, cheeks as red as a tomato. The sudden motion also caused Yori and Yuki to look at you with startled, confused expressions which you imme
Being Put Into PlaceAUTHOR'S ADVISORY: The following story contains soft vore and is not suitable for all tastes and preferences. Viewer discretion is advised prior to reading.
The late morning sun fell across my face, forcing me to get out of bed to begin the day. Life had become relatively slow over the past two weeks since having received my eighth badge and thus finishing my first gym circuit, though I would have been a fool to think the stresses of life had gone with the speed, for a new problem had arisen. One that would ultimately reshape who I was, and how I interacted with my friends. By the way, my name is Ted.
I pushed myself out of bed and proceeded to get myself dressed. With any luck, I'd be able to get out of the house before Mara, my Milotic and the one that I was having so many of my problems with found me. Soon, I was dressed and I stepped out into the hall. It was silent enough that I could'
Dragon TF You can't help but look around in wonder as you enter the mouth of the cave, glistening rocks covering the walls and bats chirping quietly from the ceiling. "This place is beautiful," You whisper, pulling a small LED torch from your leather satchel. With a smile you continue searching the cave, the beam of your light searching the rocks and revealing multiple crevices and little creatures running around the floor and the walls. Ancient inscriptions and symbols cover the walls, never read and undisturbed for hundreds of years. Until now... You smile
You turn as you walk, hoping too look at everything you can but not noticing a plinth behind you. With an incredible smash, the blue stone that had been perched atop it splintered as it hit the ground, the dragon imprint shattering into pieces. You gasp and turn quickly, covering your mouth with your hand at whatever artefact you had just clumsily destroyed.
"Oh no..." You murmur, your eyes darting around though not noticing the pale
Princess Lemon Berry
Hema sneaked into the kitchen without her father on watch. She wanted to find something to snack on like her usual favorite deserts. She smelt a fresh lemon cake sitting on the counter and helped herself.
"This cake is the tops," she chewed with her mouth full.
The lemon cake became nothing but empty with crumbs sitting on the cake holder. She wiped her mouth clean with a napkin and let out a cute burp.
Suddenly, she felt something strange happening to her body. Her skin pigment changed into a yellow color like a lemon from her face to her arms, legs and hands.
"I'm turning yellow!" Hema gasped and watched herself change color on her hand.
Hema swelled up larger and rounder with her clothing stretching out and grew almost to the size where she could almost touch the ceiling.
Now that Hema is a giant round yellow ball, she is now a huge lemon berry.
"Did the effects of this particular cake do this to me?" Hema rolled a little.
Her hands and feet sunk into her round body as she cannot mo
TG Caption This: Turned Into a Kitsune Deity!
"Hey, I'm going down to the shrine!" I yell through the house. I perk up my ears and just hear my father call back.
"Ok, Be safe out there!" He's probably out in the garden, trying to keep the birds off the plants. Since mum died he's had it rough, having to get enough money to pay for looking after us, I've been doing my bit to help but, it's been hard.
"K" I call back and walk to the porch, slipping my shoes on before I leave.
"Onii-chan, onii-chan!" I turn to see my Imouto running up to me, almost tripping over her own feet.
"What's up squirt?" There's clearly a reason she's stopping me, if she wanted to come she'd have her coat on.
"'nii-chan, can you take these with you?" She's standing there holding an envelope and her... ahem, unmentionables, out at me.
"Why do you want me to take a pair of your underwear with me?" Now don't get me wrong, she's about six so she's requested some strange stuff of me before, but this is very strange.
"They're an offering, baka."
"Why those though?"
Sonic And Tails, The Unbreakable BrotherhoodIt was a sunny day in Mobius, and Sonic was sitting on his couch, watching TV with his cat Star on his lap, as he continued to watch TV, the phone rang and Sonic answered the phone, "Yo!", Sonic answered, "Hey bro, this is Tails, how's it going?", Tails replied, "Hey little bro, I'm just chillin' here, how about you?", Sonic asked as he relaxed, "I'm fine thanks, anyway, I was thinking, why don't you and I hang out all day tomorrow, just like what bro's do", Tails asked, "Sure thing little bro, that sounds like a great idea", Sonic replied, "Cool, see you then bro", Tails said as he and Sonic hung up.
Night had came, and Sonic was in bed, with his dark blue nightcap on his head and gloves, socks and shoes off and his cat asleep on Sonic's chest, Sonic watched some more TV and then turned to the weather station, "Tomorrow there could be a slight chance of a strong to severe thunderstorm, so if anyone has any plans outdoors tomorrow, you might wanna keep it to a minimum", said the weathe
The Neko Outbreak Part 3
The Neko Outbreak
Part Three: Felis University
Hey, folks. Jack speaking. Actually, ladies first.
My, aren’t you a gentleman. Anyway, I happened to bust my daddy’s car (which reaked of cigarettes anyway). And I’m still running for dear life. But those reading, don’t you dare even think I’m a damsel in distress. I’m plenty capable of fending for myself. But thanks for the concern. Back to you narrator.
Wait. I haven’t even told my side of the story. Oh, whatever, I think you all know it well enough. So, now I have a neko at the edge of my coat. What could she possibly want? Narrator. Do continue please.
Before he could take a bite, he felt a tugging on his coat. He turned around and froze at what he saw:
Looking at her, she was about half his height. She has silver hair, wore a pink sailor school uniform, and sported black cat ears and tail. Her expres
Chasing the sun homeGuilt had nothing on Noah Valentine. Guilt couldn't even hope to describe his emotions when he came jumping up the front steps to the lobby and hurtling up the stairs because the elevator was taking too long. They weren't living the life of luxury, but they were together in a tiny, cramped apartment he paid for in more ways than one. His body was screaming in protest at the extra exertion. He was exhausted, too exhausted for this, but he still sprinted to the door and fumbled to get his keys in the lock. Quidditch had lost all of its fun now he had to do it nearly every day and still try to beat the sun home in time to tuck his new baby in at night. He came silently through the door, dropping his duffle bag noiselessly by the welcome mat and slinking off like a shadow to one of the rooms. This door squealed mercilessly, but he peered in hopefully and….
The blonde baby was in her crib, with her thumb in her mouth, tangled in her favorite blanket that would change color with her mood (on
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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