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Name: Belladonna Frost
Birthday: December 21st
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 60 kg
Eyes: Steel Blue
Scars: Cut marks - upper arms, thighs, calves, hips, waist, ribs; Jagged, random scars across back
Personality: Mostly cold and quiet; withdrawn; secretive; caring; short-tempered; moody; controlled; sometimes pleasant if in a good mood
Weapon(s): Silver daggers - number changes daily; always hidden under clothes; easily thrown
Weaknesses: Multiple Personality Disorder; Excessive blood production - causes headaches, nosebleeds, insomnia, moodiness, excessive flushing, and sleepwalking; Compulsive self-destructive behaviour; Independence
Skills: Gymnastics; Self-Defense; Knives; Studious; Finding Trouble
Father: Carson Frost is a rich investor with a kind heart. Although he became a father while
To See the Sun: Rewrite
Year 26, Month 10, Night 1
It would figure that I’m late. Whenever I’m expected back, I always seem to be late. Whatever, they can’t complain, since I actually have a valid excuse.
Looking behind me, I find that I still have a few pursuers hanging on my tail, so I jump down from the roof I’d been running on and duck into an abandoned building before sneaking my way into the old sewer system. I stop to check my rucksack, making sure nothing inside is damaged or missing, and listen.
I can hear them shouting at each other, arguing, running around trying to sniff out any signs of where I might have run off too. Those bloody vampires are sure persistent. Slowly, quietly, I creep my way down the damp tunnel until I reach an exit far enough from my trackers that they shouldn’t pick up the scent again.
With a quick look around I scope out the area before taking off down several narrow alleyways. Working my way through all the convoluted twists and turns, an
A Dream's ReasonsCrystalline and amber hued
a sunset drop of morning dew
falling rain beneath the waves
of this lake's ocean blue
I sat upon a lily pond
questioned things of which I'm fond
and looked into the purple sky
and wondered how the spiders fly
The sparrow hunts a poorly fox
while bullrush reeds do knock
upon a door of softest clay
this is what I dreamed today
Taking FlightOh, ye child of Earth and Sky
Spread thy wings and learn to fly
Above the clouds ye shall climb,
Across the Earth 'til end of time.
Ne'er fear the coming storms
For t'was of lightning ye were born
Turn thy wings to the wind
follow the e'er swirling spin.
Let the stars be thy guide
And do not stray to either side
For one day, ye shall see,
The lights lead to thy destiny
And once thy true purpose has been found
Ne'er again shall ye touch the ground.
Name: Tabitha Ranges
Nicknames: Tabby Cat; Tabitha Twichet
Birthday: June 21st
Place of Birth: Oxford, England
Favorite Color: Pale blue
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 60 kg
Body Type: Hourglass
Bra Size: 32B
Dress Size: 6
Skin: Light Tan
Hair: Dirty Blonde, Mid-back length
Other Physical Distinctions: sparrow birth mark on front of left shoulder
Mother: Julia Ranges, Writer, Deceased
Relationship with Mother: admiration and love
Father: Colbert Ranges, Soldier
Relationship with Father: respect and loyalty; some strain due to his constant non-presence
Aunt: Elena Gregory, mother’s sister
Relationship with Aunt: close friends; live far away, but often write letters to each oth
Shocking TruthIt’s really no wonder we’d slept through the night after what we had done. When I finally woke up, the oil lamp had completely burnt out and all the sweat had dried.
I placed a hand on my abdomen. It still felt strange having all those eggs inside me. I felt them all shift as I slowly sat up and winced when some of them bumped my bladder. Shane had apparently felt my movement and sat up beside me.
He looked confused for a moment before he looked at me and realization hit him. He looked down at my middle and seemed absolutely gobsmacked.
“You weren’t that big last night,” he gaped incredulously.
“Of course not. The eggs grew, that is what happens after all.” I carefully maneuvered myself and started putting my clothes back on. I had a bit of trouble with the waist of my skirt, and I couldn’t lace my vest at all near the bottom. “Dula’s probably going to kill me.”
Shane had also put his clothes back on, and I noticed
The Replacement-TG Caption
Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
yandere!Bertholdt x reader: Devil's spoke INTRO
By now, someone should have rousted you from bed and thrown you into training. The scratching of your nails on the mattress brought you out of your slumber. Softly groaning, you forced your eyes open and rubbed your face, everything around you still quiet. Your fingers tapped the headboard that sat against the wall, and your eyes scanned every detail of the bunk above you as your mind tried to wake up enough to consider leaving your sheets. The absolute silence reminded you that no one else could be awake. There were snores, peaceful sighs and tossing and turning. You almost missed the sound of heavy boots stomping down the hall at night, your father never practicing the art of not shaking the house as he walked. A rather obnoxious sound, really, but a sound at least.
At last there was a noise other than yourself. You heard the bed springs above you creak and you looked over to meet blue eyes. Annie, the girl that slept above you, was leaning over the side of her mattress; her upside d
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7.5)CHAPTER 7.5
Slowly Donnie woke, blinking as he slowly sat up. looking across the room he bit his lip. Raphael had shifted, he no longer lay under the covers and blankets but instead sat sitting on top of them. he’d pulled on his underwear and pants with his shirt slung over his shoulder, while he held his head in his hands. As Donnie watched Raph's sides shook slightly. “R….raph?” Donnie’s voice made Raph flinch slightly, yet still the red turtle turned a little to look at him with one eye. “oh……sorry…….I…….I didn’t mean to……….wake you.” Sitting up a little more Donnie made sure to keep the blankets around his chest and neck; there was no need to remind Raph of what had happened the night before. “raph……..are you…….ok?” he watched as Raph took another breath his sides shaking. “I………I……….” h
words while sick
Mikey watched as in front of him Donnie coughed for a moment before letting out a gentle wheeze. “sorry……can't play……today.”
Mikey shook his head, “Downy be better.”
As he spoke he leaned over making sure the small blanket that was draped over his older brother covered as much of him as it could. Under the blankets Donnie smiled weakly. “I’ll…..be ok…… need rest.”
Behind him Mikey felt Leo and Raph shift, “we leave you now Donnie. Get better.”
Donnie nodded and closed his eyes, doing his best to draw in deep breaths but only succeeding in making himself cough more.
Mike felt his brother’s touch his shoulder, trying to get him to follow them out of the room. But he ignored them, shrugging off their touches as he moved in closer to Donnie. “help?”
Donnie opened an eye and looked at him. “m…Mikey?”
Mikey nodded, “how help?”
Donnie smiled wea
Quetzalcoatl: Part 10A dozen naga were positioned on the opposite side of the river, all holding spears and carrying deadly sabres at their hips. One naga slithered to the front of the others and planted the butt of his spear in the ground. "Running isss usselessss. Give usss the girl and we jussst might sspare your misserable livesss!"
"Over my dead body!" Tristan shouted back before taking off into the air, Demetri right on his heels. They flew as fast as their wings would take them, away from the spear-chucking serpents.
"Boss," called Demetri after several minutes, "I don't think my wings can hold out much longer."
"There's a copse of trees just past that ridge, we can hide there."
The two landed amongst the tightly knit roots just as Demetri's wings gave out. He spent several minutes hacking to the side as Tristan laid Cynthia on some soft moss. That was when he realized that the both of them were soaked to the bone.
"Hey, Demetri," he called to the boy just recovering from his coughing fit.
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