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Sunny DaysIt was a lovely warm morning, a rarity these past few months, and many people were taking advantage of it. The streets were bustling with people and merchants trying to sell frozen treats and fresh fruit.
Even Paul had deigned to have his breakfast in the garden. Having had the servants bring a table and chairs there, he was now sitting in the shade, enjoying a cup of coffee and the quiet morning. Until Darren came bursting into the garden, cursing and muttering profanities.
"That little wretch. Good for nothing... If I find him," Darren cursed, pacing back and forth in front of the table.
With a sigh Paul set down the cup and prepared for a rant, "Is something wrong?"
"I'll wring the bastard's neck when I find out who it was," Darren said, stopping behind one of the chairs and gripping it's back until his knuckles turned white. Paul sat quietly in his chair, waiting patiently for his friend to continue.
"You remember that theft I've been planning?" Darren asked after
A Wish"I wish I had some work," Darren said lazily.
"You can go and clean up the stables if you need something to do," Paul said without taking his eyes off a book he was reading. No doubt another dome packed full of history of philosophy.
"As am I. Look, if you need work then go out and find some instead of sitting here all day long and complaining."
"That's easier said than done," Darren laughed sourly. "You know very well that what I do is considered illegal by most people, the king among them."
"Then do something that isn't illegal."
"Well,"Paul began to say, finally taking his eyes off the book, when a servant entered.
"There is someone to see you Sir."
Darren, having been lounging in an armchair up until now, suddenly sat up straight.
"Front of back door?"
The servant frowned. "The front door," he said without even trying to hide his annoyance.
Darren frowned as well and sank back into the chair with a small grunt and a look of disappointment on his face.
Can you hear me?In which Darren faces the prospect of being shot and eaten.
"Can you Hear me?" Darren yelled at the innkeeper. The white haired old man standing on the other side of the bar didn't look at him and continued cleaning a beer glass.
"HELLO?" He tried again, this time waving his hand in front of the man.
"Stop yer shoutin'! I can hear ye just fine," the innkeeper snapped, finally noticing his customers, "Whadda ya want?"
Darren let out a sigh: "Just a glass of whiskey."
"Whiskey!" Darren growled, his patience worn thin.
"Oh. Why didn't ya say so. We're fresh out of the stuff up here. If ya want any you gotta go down them stairs into the basement," the innkeeper gestured behind him, "And bring a cask back up. My back isn't what it used to be."
"Really? You don't look that old and frail to me." Darren remarked. The innkeeper was as big as a bear and most likely had the strength of one as well.
He got angry at the remark, began to say something then b
Locket SirensIf there's something I'm not supposed to be doing, I've forgotten. The locket rests, heavy and cold, on my palm. I shiver, gooseflesh prickling my bare arms as the wind shifts course. In a frenzied game of tag, the curls I slaved over this morning dance and flatten across my face and I squint, trying to see through the thick locks. The locket hums again, haunted, and grows colder still. Frowning, I flip my palm upside down, trying to rid it of metal. The chain binds my fingers closed. The locket doesn't budge, but hangs instead from the gap between my life and heart lines. A pain, like pinching and releasing the skin, pricks across the flexes of my hand.
"You can't let it go now, Lees," Koto whispers beside me, his chrome-tinted eyes bulging and riveted to the necklace entangling me. There's a sheen to his lips I've never seen before; as I watch, his tongue sweeps across them again. A nervous habit.
Despite myself, I chuckle--a clipped, haughty sound that falls from behind my teeth lik
[Hypnosis] Bolstering Defenses"No means 'No', Kenny. I don't like it when you do it to me and I'm not expecting it. Like hell I'm going to actually let you do it to me willingly!"
If it hadn't been made abundantly clear to most everyone in the jungle up to this point, Tarot was not fond of cuddling or hugging of any kind. He also wasn't fond of being hypnotized . Thereofore, the odd combination of the two that made up one of Kenny's favorite pastimes would make most anyone wonder why Tarot stuck around like he did. Even Tarot didn't know why sometimes, though that may have been less to do with him being a glutton for Kenny's cuddles on his own, and more because Kenny had left the desire to be cuddled in Tarot's subconscious like a Seven-Year Itch. Being the Monkey King didn't help since obviously it made his subjects all kinds of suspicious of their ruler; mostly that they were worried he was being slowly led into being made a meal of despite himself. Tarot had assured them multiple times, though, that this was not
[Growth+Crossover] Payback, Big Time"If you're trying to hide, whoever you are, you're not very good at it."
Tarot had had the feeling he'd been followed for a while now. It was definitely not something he wasn't used to; you didn't meet as many people (or more importantly piss off) as many people as Tarot did and NOT expect someone to be out for blood. This time didn't feel threatening. If it had been, he would have been attacked by now for sure. He was alone in the jungle, looking for that damn crown that Kenny decided would be HI-LARIOUS to hide somewhere. Of course, being alone like that made it very easy to pick out when he was being followed. He turned around fully and pointed to the tree his would-be stalker was hiding behind. "Come on out, whoever you are. You're not fooling me anyway."
Tarot watched and waited, dissimilar eyes focused on the trunk of the tree for a few seconds before he saw movement. After another moment or two, the figured peeked its head out, revealing a rather...well, interesting person. The
Sleep TherapyShe'd liked to have blamed it on the fact that she was sleeping in a new room, in a new bed. She could, if she wanted to, come up with all kinds of psychological reasons why it was taking her so long to adjust to her new bedroom in the Friendship Rainbow Kingdom Castle after having spent years sleeping in the now former Golden Oaks library, which could turn into a lecture that would bore most of her friends and new subjects to sleep.
But Princess Twilight Sparkle knew that the reason she was having trouble sleeping wasn't the new surroundings, the new bed (which, despite seemingly made of crystals, was surprisingly comfortable and boasted sheets that were so soft and cozy that they would make a Saddle Arabian weaver jealous).
It was everything associated with it.
Somehow, she'd been okay with being a princess, so long as she still lived out of the library, could walk normally among the other ponies...so long as she could live a relatively normal life. Of course, there
Five Nights At Stitch-A-Bear ((Wonders))I began to hear noises in the supply room, buttons falling and needles dropping. I didn't bother go in the supply room I was listening to the voice mail.
'Hey there um I wanted to recored a message for you to get you stared with the new job. My name is Sky... Or Adam... Listen you don't have to worry you'll be fine! The mascots do move around a bit but they won't bite! Well there teeth are made out of sharp plastic Sooo... Um HEY look at the bright side! There are cameras so I think you should look at them for a while, just don't waist all your power ok? Anyways you'll be fine they won't hurt you unless you don't go anywhere but here. I'll talk to you soon!'
I sat there paralyzed... Why didn't they tell me this!? Why do they wanna hurt me? So many things spun in my head. I looked at the clock. 2:45, I looked at my power 87%.... I checked the cameras again and saw that one was gone. I quickly looked threw all the cameras and I couldn't find him, that husky! I panicked a bit and checked
John Egderp x Reader- IT'S EGBERT!John stood before you, arms crossed. You two were arguing... AGAIN. It was about something from a movie, and whether there was going to be another movie in the future or not. Either way, you two were STILL fighting.
In the end, John eventually gave in, sighing in defeat.
“Fine fine fine. Shut your mouth about it, okay? I don’t want Dave to start teasing me about it.” His arms were still crossed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I won’t tell anyone.” You ruffled his hair just to see him even more annoyed with you. You found John oddly adorable when he was all annoyed with you. He kinda seemed like a raging mouse when he was angry.
“Oh yeah. Speaking of the demon, what’s up with you and Dave? You guys are hanging out too much, and he’s starting to rub off on you.” He started almost angrily.
“Ohohohooo. Is Egderp jealous? Ooooo.” You teased, laughing afterwards.
“See?! You’re acting just like him! And st
Giant Nights With Freddy (Open RP)A friend of yours, who is an aspiring scientist, has been informing you that they were conducting experiments on turning different beings and creatures into humans. Their first test subjects are a few animatronics that they had found in an abandoned family pizza place called "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza". Whether you knew about the place or not, you ignored it knowing that no one had been there for a while and the robots were shut down... at least you thought it to be.
A week passed and you got a call from your friend. You thought that things were going to be normal when you noticed the sudden urgency in your friend's voice. You couldn't hear them well due to the bad reception, but you could make out, "Get away from here.... run.... they're going to get you-" before the phone hung ups. Suddenly, the ground started to vibrate as a voice seemed to call out from outside:
A) "W-Where am... I?" A rather soft-spoken, if not loud, male voice called out, although it seemed that the owner of the voi
Flowers for an AngelThe necklace is stunning despite being crafted by mortal hands. Pure pink sapphires rest in delicate gold settings hanging from an ornate gold chain. It sits proudly in the shop window, resting on a shiny black pillow. Sunlight glitters from it as sunlight streams through. He had been focused on getting himself some food but seeing this trinket had caused him to stop to admire it. He spies a little white place card by it. The card says the necklace is four hundred gold pieces.
He chokes. That is quite a bit of gold but he is well aware that gold jewellery isn’t cheap at all. Pink sapphires aren’t either.
But such a thing would be worth the price. There isn’t a woman who wouldn’t love it and Lirasael would surely smile if he presented it to her.
He reaches into his pocket but receives a smack of reality. He doesn’t have enough. After paying rent and buying supplies, they hadn’t had very much left over this time around. What money he did have was barel
Karkat x Reader ft. Sollux! [SADSTUCK?] I thought.Karkat stomped towards Sollux's hive, furious and angry. His face nearly turned mutant red from the amount of anger filling him.
Sollux promised to fix Karkat's husktop nearly two weeks ago! He should've been done by now. He had been having trouble communicating with [Name] on Trollian. So, without his husktop, she'd think he's ignoring him! A low growl could be heard as Karkat approached the hive, beginning to pound on the door.
"SOLLUX. GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE." He yelled, recieving no reply. This only made him more infuriated.
"FUCKING SOLLUX. JEGUS, JUST OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND CHOP YOUR LISPY TONGUE OFF." Again, no reply.
BASH. The door hit the ground, hinges ripping off. Karkat marched up the stairs, a rageful expression consuming his face. All he wanted was his husktop back and fixed, and Sollux hadn't provided that for him.
Smacking his hand against his room door, he slammed it open, the anger in his face quickly turning to fear and sadness.
50 Word Mini Sagas"What are you doing?"
"What does it looks like I'm doing? I'm trying to... argh... see if I can... oww... get to the roof... bloody nail... from this window."
"But does it have to be the window that's facing the street?"
"Think of it as advertisement!"
"Look Bob, Darren's up to something again."
"I've been tellin' ya: if ya need somethin' done hire Darren. He'll get it done and for cheap! Unlike the rest of 'em cut-throats down at the docks."
"Didn't ya say the same 'bout Mad Mort yesterday?"
"My god, Martha, what is this city coming to? First people climbing out of windows and now beggars fighting in the middle of the street! Where's the watch when you need them?"
"I'm telling you, dear, it all because of the pollen."
"You're probably right, dear."
"All right, you proved that you can get to the roof. Can you come down now? People are starting to gather."
"Say... are these yours?"
"How did they...For god's sake give me those!"
"I didn't know you were into such
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