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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
[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
Fitting RelationshipFitting Relationship
Mesmerized, Ben strode through the small aisle, his gaze sweeping over the sparkling gowns and dresses displayed left and right. His heart was beating madly, and part of his excitement was the fear of being caught, of a shopkeeper or other customer spotting him while indulging in his most secret fantasy.
It had happened several times, and each time he'd wished to evaporate on the spot, the sneer or disdain on the shopkeepers' faces when they expelled him from the store hurting like a thousand stabs with a knife. Each time, he'd swore anew never to do this again, but his cravings were too strong, and after a few weeks at the uttermost, he'd be strolling through the clothing stores' ladies sections again.
The reason for his frequent sackings was obvious - when th
Life in a Lugia (Lugia vore) - CommissionWARNING: This story contains soft, safe, non-fatal vore. If you don't like vore, DON'T read this story.
It was a lovely Sunday, and Luke woke up at 8:00 AM, gently pushed down of the bed by the sunlight that entered from the the window. He yawned and went out of his room, still a little sleepy. He went down of the stairs and a dish with 4 waffles was literally waiting for him on the table. "Waffles! Thanks, mom!" these were the first words of his day, "I know you like waffles, and I have another surprise for you" his mother said, and he looked at her with begging eyes. "Let's play a little treasure hunt. Make 10 steps on left, 5 on right, and then other 10 on south" she explained, and he immediately started counting his steps. "One, two, three..." He said, looking at his feet the whole time, "And.... ten steps on south!" he said, and looked around, but he didn't see anything, "Ehm, where's the surprise...?" he asked confusely. His mother giggled, "It's right behind you!" she said, and
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?"
Hema's Balloony Morning
Hema woke up on a sunrise when the morning light shone over her face. She yawned and stretched and got out of her bed. She wore her royal yellow nightgown and opened the windows.
"If only I could fly like morning birds," she sighed happily and dreamed about it as she watched the birds fly past the castle.
She wondered how she can fly like a bird for a minute. She soon came to an idea as she remembered of obtaining B.I. (Body Inflation) pills. The pills she has were the ones she secretly sneaked due to her adoration for round things.
"These will do," she said shaking the bottle of the B.I. pills and took one.
She swallowed the pill and got herself a glass of water and drank it.
The pill she took began to kick in. Her body felt like it's starting to balloon up her body as if she is inflating like a balloon. Her nightgown began to stretch with a few minor rips and tears. Her feet lifted up from the floor as she flew up a few feet in her bedroom.
"Here I go!" Hema giggled and flew out of t
Danny and BrieDanny paced back and forth clutching his swollen belly as Brie warmed the water in the birth pool. His contractions were about seven minutes apart and getting closer together each time they happened. He was actually more bothered by trying to walk with such wide hips swaying back and forth. He didn’t know how girls could do it, and wasn’t used to this female body shape even after over nine months of it.
Danny and Brie were an odd couple. For one thing, Brie was tough and serious, yet also sweet on the inside. Danny could be easily mistaken for a lesbian. He had a bowl-shaped boyish haircut and a very feminine face. He wasn’t muscular at all and had very narrow shoulders like a girl. But Brie had the most unusual attribute, for she was a witch, and had the power to switch one’s gender or sex role. That is, she could take the genitals of a boy and a girl and switch them. In this scenario, the girl would be on top during sex.
And that’s precisely what she and
The Last Tickle Warrior: Chapter 1"Hahahahahahahahaha! Be careful moron! That tihihihihihihickles!" giggled Arianna, scrunching up her toes cutely against Sam's rubbing fingers.
"Yeah, yeah," Sam said in a bored tone, not really listening to anything that she was saying at all. The two were sitting underneath the big oak tree in the center of the Temple of Life, Arianna was leaned back against the tree with her hands behind her head, and she had her feet in Sam's lap and he was rubbing them for her...against his will.
"Don't take that tone with me, buster!" Arianna said smugly. "You lost the bet, and you promised to do whatever I said. So put on a smile and rub my feet!"
Sam rolled his eyes, but he did as she had ordered and forced a smile onto his face. Arianna smirked at that and nodded with approval.
"Good boy!" she said slyly, she then lifted up her left foot up and poked Sam's nose with her big toe, causing Sam to cringe, but he
I Looked at Him and I Saw Myself"Did you hear what they said?" Lambkit turned to her brothers, who were all huddling together under some sort of weird, twisted, twoleg-made tree, watching the Medicine Cat and the Deputy as they fretted over the newly arrived kits.
Pantherkit was less intrigued with the conversation, his paws feeling uncomfortable on the fake grass that twolegs used in their nest. "Hm?" He pondered, looking up at his sister.
"They said Spiderstep is dead," she explained to her dark furred brother, who cast his eyes down towards his paws again. Nightkit's ears drooped. How many others found the same fate as Spiderstep? It had grown silent in this oddly shaped nest, the Queens making small sounds to keep their kittens calm and distracted. But there were no queens, no mothers for Nightkit and his littermates. Both of their fathers were fighting in the battle.
Though he didn't know Spiderstep personally, Nightkit did know Clearkit. He padded up to his friend, who had tear-filled eyes as he sat closeby his
The Neko Outbreak Part 4
The Neko Outbreak
Part 4: The Confrontation
Hi, everyone. Jack speaking. I ran into Tina, but still managed save my mind…not to mention my male identity.
But, you really would’ve looked cute with cat ears and a tail-nya.
…Anyway, Emily’s been taken by whom Tina claims to be her “big sis.” Just, what is going on here?
I don’t care what’s happening, let’s get on with it.
…Well, guess there’s no time to waste. Someone’s getting tired of being kidnapped. Take it away narrator.
“Do you remember which way your big sis went,” Jack asked as Tina had a death grip on his hand.
“I-I’m…p-pretty s-sure big sis w-went that way-nya,” Tina stuttered as she pointed to a vague spot.
“…There are several buildings there,” Jack remarked. “It’ll be hard to tell which way you’re really talking about.&
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
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