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Split DecisionsThe sun was high and yet the day was cool in the northern Italian farmlands. The harvest was in and the hot days of summer were a thing of the past. There of course were still things that needed to be done around the farm...there were always things that needed to be done on a farm...but the harder work of tending the fields was, at least for a few months, put on hold.
The old man sat in a well-worn wooden rocking chair and gazed over the bustle of his extended family as they prepared for the traditional harvest dinner. Small children ran about playing while being watched by a select few of the older children. His wife oversaw the seeming chaos with a practiced hand.
It was inevitable that his island of quiet would be disturbed as the small children’s tornado of activity made its way toward him. Soon small, gasping faces beamed at him.
“Tell us a story grandpapa”
The Fisherman MageLife hadn't turned out quite the way he thought it would when he was twelve.
The cell was near pitch black, with just a sliver of light coming from the slit of a high window. Anson had been lying in his bed, wide awake, for several hours. He was waiting for the door to open...when he would either be led to freedom or "made tranquil."
The plight of mages in Kirkwall had always been tenuous, but over the last few years --since the Qunari killed the Viscount-- Knight-Commander Meredith had become even more harsh. Anson had been stuck in Kirkwall since the Blight, as the Knight-Commander had repeatedly refused his request to return to his home: the Circle of Magi in Ferelden.
Anson had of course heard the whispers about the Mage Underground. It was a group of mages and Templars working in Kirkwall to sneak mages out of the Gallows. But he had his doubts. Were they really leading to freedom, or was this merely a ploy to kill
To Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader) ~ PrologueTo Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader)
In the dead space between dimensions, the warlord, Thanos, stood silent, staring off into the void, caught up in his thoughts.
“Master Thanos…” Using his super speed, The Other approached his master from behind.
“What brings you to disturb my thoughts? Shall I assume it is of great importance…” He said, without turning to face The Other.
“My lord, we have discovered a being with powers that are nearly equal to that of the Tesseract. She can control all of nature, including the weather, plant life… The light… The darkness… As well as all the elements…”
His patience disintegrating, Thanos sharply turned to face The Other. “And your point is?”
“My lord… I believe if she fights for our cause… With her powers… We will take what is rightfully ours…”
With his eyes narrowing, Thanos spoke. “Did you not believe the same
Modern AU! Levi X Reader |Deception| Chp 2
Requiem for a Jedi
The conversation replayed in her head hundreds of times. Each line echoed in her montrals as if they were spoken from all around her. 'This is something I need to do on my own; without the Council and without you.'
'I trusted you! I stood by you!'
Ahsoka Tano never doubted that she did the right thing by walking away from the Jedi Order, but she couldn't stop thinking about everything she was leaving behind. She walked for hours contemplating every detail. It wasn't before too long that she realized how much of an impulsive decision she had made. Yes, she did the right thing, but she did so with no plans for the future. She didn't even know where to sleep. All she had was a few credits in the pouch on her belt. She had enough to probably get a cheap room for the night, but then what?
She had to trust in the Force to guide her. Ahsoka knew this journey wouldn't be an easy one. Before turning down one of the many crowded city walkways of Coruscant, Ahsoka turned to take
Uninvited Feelings IntroYou yawned and sat up in your recuperacoon, hair a disheveled mess around your (shape) horns. With a groan, you hauled yourself through the opening and into your respite block, wiping off the spoor slime with a dirty shirt. You looked at your husktop and checked the time. Just as your eyes met the screen, your Trollian was bleeping off. Without bothering to get dressed yet, you wander clumsily over to the desk, not quite used to being on your feet from the night of deep sleep. You were still cleaning the slime from your hair when you sat down and opened your Trollian. It was an unknown account. You frowned and opened the message, sighing as you wiped more of the green slime off your face.
hiddenHandle (HH) has started trolling yourHandle (YH)
HH: Hey, lazy ass, get up.
YH: What do you want? Who is this?
HH: Oh, you know me. I just can’t show you who I am yet.
YH: And why not?
HH: Don’t worry about it.
HH: Look, I’ve had some major black feelings for you for a
To Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader) ~ Chapter 1To Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader)
(PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION IF YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON! IT’S LOCATED AFTER THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!)
“Loki!” Thor Odinson rushed into the living room of Stark Tower. Loki was currently lounging on the couch, reading Shakespeare.
Looking up, Thor’s adopted younger brother groaned, and marking his place, he closed his book and turned to face the god of thunder. “What is it, Thor?”
“I’ve come to shake your hand, brother. Aren’t you pleased that you are finally a member of the Avengers?”
Rolling his eyes, the mischief-maker sarcastically responded, “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you hoping that I would be bouncing off the walls of this tower with joy?”
Thor laughed. “Come now, Loki. It wouldn’t kill you to at least smile.”
Loki Laufeyson just kept looking at his brother with a stoic expression on his face.
Thor, ignoring his brother&
Doctor Who and You: The God ComplexYou wake on the ground. Your limbs are sore as you stand. You’re not sure where you are, but it looks to you like a hotel. You look round, spotting a staircase. You proceed to go up them, taking careful steps as you stretch your muscles. The stairs seem endless as you climb, that is, until you see a hallway. Walking into it, you can see doors. Just doors, normal doors, with room numbers on the plaques. You wonder, where are all the people? The people that rented rooms in this hotel, where have they gone?
“Hello?” you call out, hoping to get an answer. When you don’t, you panic. You’re in an abandoned hotel on a planet or galaxy or wherever you are that is yet to be known to you. You navigate the doors. Each door has a different number, which aren’t in any particular order. First comes door six, then door thirty. Running your fingers along the plaques, you try to decide whether to open the doors. You don’t know what will happen if you do, but yo
(Invader Zim) Qwiz pt. 18A lot happened after that. Shortly after the whole fiasco, Ms. Bitters found Dib and Qwiz in the court yard and was more than willing to dish out an extensive list of extracurricular punishments for the both of them. The horrific mess of Room 13 was talk of the town, metaphorically of course. Ms. Bitters definitely wasn't pleased with the demolition. The witnesses to Qwiz's psychic insanity claimed to the school board that the girl had gone beserk and trashed the room with her bare hands (thankfully, they weren't very accurate witnesses, so Qwiz's secret was surprisingly secure). They even noted that Dib was telling her what to do, encouraging her destructive behaviour. The principal and his faculty pretty much sunk their teeth into the story and approved Ms. Bitters' list and ordered for both kids to fulfill everything on it by the end of the nine weeks.
Qwiz's mother threatened to pull her daughter out of the school, declaring that the Skool was nothing more than an establishment tha
(Name): Of the Valley of the Wind - Part 5
The morning after the crash at the sea cliffs, an army of ships, the same as the one that had crashed, flew in formation, the sun glinting off their metal wings. One of the ships soared through the clouds, and began to signal another ship with a flashing light. The ship receiving the message responded to it, and the army continued flying towards their destination.
In the fields of the Valley of the Wind, almost everyone in the village was searching through the crops and grass and everything else, looking for spores that the Tolmekian ship might have released when they crashed. Men carried torches that were lit, ready to burn any spores that anyone found.
"Over here!" A small boy yelled, lifting his head out of the grape crops to yell to a passing man. "I found one!"
The man who the boy had yelled to ran over, as the boy crouched down to inspect the spore. It had stuck to the trunk of a plant, clinging to it tightly, looking like a mass of spiderwebs. "Right here. I guess there we
Pokemon Fanfic IntroWelcome to the world of Pokémon! Though it was not always this way. This world used to be full of interesting animals, and over industrious people. They ruled this world with a fury like a plague run rampant. There was a time that we thought this world would fall to ruin. Then one day, it did.
A series of natural disasters wiped out most of the world's life, including many animals and humans. Scientists, fearing the planet would not survive without an ecosystem full of creatures, used the DNA of some extinct animals, along with the surviving animals, and through Gene-splicing experiments created a "super-creature" that could survive the harsh living of the planet, and some to assist humans in rebuilding. Through some sort of experiment gone awry, it had gained powers unlike anything seen before. It gained some form of psychic ability, and was able to control all the elements. They decided to call the creature “Mew” due to the first sound it made upon awakening.
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Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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