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Thunderbolts: RoguesTitle: Thunderbolts: Rogues
Summary: Baron Zemo is back to remake the Thunderbolts, and restore them to their former glory. Or maybe even higher.
In a dark bog far from human settlement, something neither man nor monster stalked between the gnarled and mossy trees. With each step it squelched against the wet earth as its hulking form of deteriorating vegetation, clay, and vein-like branches stumbled through the low fog. Its limbs did not catch on any branches or trip over sunken obstacles. Where there was no space to move, it simply squeezed effortlessly between whatever blocked its path. Its globular red eyes, too large and round to betray any real malice, took in the darkness with ease as it prowled its new home, already growing used to the moist terrain.
He was called the Man-Thing by some, and the Vorgonus Koth by a very select few.
Taking in the larger trees which might offer some degree of shelter, he felt st
Silent but Awesome--Prussia x Mute!Male!Reader-PT2
Previously: ' "You know,you're going to have to take care of him. You conquer,you raise." He pointed out,his eye brow twitching. The albino stood and stared at the sobbing mess on the couch,one thought running through his mind repeatedly.
This was going to be un-awesome.'
It had been silent for over 5 minutes which,with Prussia,was a new record. Germany stared worriedly at his older brother who seemed to just stand and stare,poker faced. He didn't know what to do first;Snap his brother out of his trance or stop the poor crying,frightened capital. Yes,Vienna is still sobbing and wreathing on the couch. Clearing his throat,Germany attempted to get their attention.
"Bruder...you should probably,oh I don't know...comfort the poor guy?!" Prussia nodded reluctantly,and sat down on the couch. Vienna jumped,casting a glance at the albino,who in return just smiled.
"I'm the AWESOME Pru-" Prussia st
Daddy are you proud of me?Daddy are you proud of me?
Daddy are you proud of me? The only phrase I recite as I lay here. The only question I think of, glued into my mind, as I stare into the abyssal swirls of the ceiling, in my new-found sanctum. A runaway at 18, thought of as a joke. Think about it… I have achieved high grades, some A’s, B’s and 3 D’s. That was my problem. Those D-isgraceful marks on my grade sheet, that’s what every top university really looks for. Not the A’s but the D’s. So now I know my chances for life and how I will now never make it in life. Daddy, are you proud of me? It’s a simple question really. I tried my best and messed up. So my best is a joke, my life is a joke and my education was clearly… a joke. So as I lay here, slightly delirious but seemingly clear minded, I ask myself. Daddy are you proud of me? ‘I did my best, just like my rest, but just couldn’t handle my final test’ were discarded word cluster
FoolishlyMy mother was an interesting women. She was always happy. Even with her disabilities she was happy.
I walk through the door, my school bag hung over my right shoulder. It was a long day at school, my mind was stressed. Now that I was a senior next year I would graduate. I couldn't leave my mother alone. She wasn't stable to be on her own.
"Hi mom. How's your day?" I call out to no response. "Mom?" Cautiously strolling over to the living room. Mother sat on the coach, staring at the television. There was nothing but static. "Mom?" A heart-wrenching laugh escaped her gut. Glazed-over baby blues still locked to the never changing screen. "What are you doing mom?" I asked, my voice sounding higher then usual. She just grinned. I look to the screen. Small pixelated black and gray dots chased each other continuously. I look back towards my mom. "It's just static, mom. There's nothing there." She continues to stare. Her gin gradually growing. Her tender skin glowed and dimples arose
The Letter(you're gonna cry)Hey! I'm Alanna Elisabeth Spot. I'm going to tell you something about me. Chris' next death anniversary is gonna be soon so I've decided to tell you the whole story...
I was born in Mexico City. My parents were Miranda and Patrick Longman. They died during my college. Before forming the Spot Stars mob/band with my daughters, I used to be a solist. During the world tour I met Christian, my first love ever. He was a meerkatmunk just like me. He was born in France and spent half of his life there. We kept talking to each other, sending messages and after three years we finally got married! We moved to Botswana. I had always wanted to live into the Africa. The Kalahari Desert was dangerous, but during the rainy seasons worth living. My husband had straight, a little bit spiky, pale red fringe covering half of his face with a dark brown stripe. His eyes were dark red, even hazel. He was my only partner that had black glasses. I'm never gonna forget the day our first child was born, a daught
Un petit peu de JujuJulian est le cadet d'une fratrie de trois garçons : Mattew l'aîné de 28 ans, Shun âgé de 25 ans, et lui le petit dernier de bientôt 23 ans.
D'aussi loin qu'il s'en souvienne, il a toujours été le "vilain petit canard" de la famille. Il n'aimait pas se battre, et n'appréciait pas particulièrement se mêler aux gens, préférant la compagnie des Pokémons en qui il pouvait avoir confiance : pas d'hypocrisie, une chose dont il a horreur.
Contrairement à son père et ses frères, qui se donnaient corps et âme à la protection des habitants de Céladopole, lui préférait surveiller les oeufs de Caninos et chouchouter les Pokémons de la Brigade de police dont sa famille avait la charge de s'occuper et d'élever.
Il n'était pas non plus particulièrement bon à l'école, mais se donnait toujours à fond pour ne pas décevoir son plus grand frère Ma
The Story of DevinThe Story of Devin
This side of town has always been rural. In place of large skyscrapers there were acres of farm. Some held large tracks of crops while others may hold livestock such as cows or sheep. The town may have been made up of peon farmers and moonshiners, but that doesn’t mean the people there were behind the rest of the world. The people knew of all the technology of the outside world and had some of it themselves, but the people down here prefer good ole hard work in comparison to a machine doing it for them.
A tall, lanky kid lived down there by the name of Devin. He was always a little different compared to the other kids. While the kids from the city were short, plump, and pale, Devin was tall, skinny as a pole, and tan. He was the odd ball, but he never seemed to care. He was always that smart, quiet kid in the back of the room, who seemed to have no friends.
Nobody really messed with him. He just sorta scared people just by being there. I believe he made people
The Mortal and the Immortal 4I screamed as I hugged my knees to my chest. I locked myself in the bathroom an hours ago, to hide. Taine and I had stayed away from one another. We didn't speak and when we did, we would start fighting. Today I asked Taine a name for the child.
"Why would I care? It's a burden."
"It? It?! Taine, it's a human being! At least it isn't a bastard!" I cried.
"A mistake! That's what it is!"
Tears leaked out of my eyes and I cried. "My friends were right. Mortals do disappoint you..."
By then I had run up to the bathroom to hide. I had my hands on my face, looking into the mirror that was the wall in front of me. My face was puffy, red and my eyes were swollen. I placed my right had on my stomach.
A bulge that wasn't there yesterday that had formed. I screamed out in horror.
"Sable?" Taine knocked on the door. "Are you alright?"
I shook my head.
"Sable, let me in."
I crawled to the door and unlocked it, then slid back to the corner. Taine came in, a white box in his hands.
As Long As You Need Me It was raining. Or rather, pouring. Not that she really noticed; after all, it suited her mood perfectly.
Emily sat in the ugly, overstuffed green chair by the window, her face pressed to the glass. The rain was coming down so hard she could barely see a thing; just an ugly grey blur that seemed to ripple with the torrent. And the noise... it sounded like a hundred bongo drums on the roof, an endless cacophony that made her ears ring.
Hard to believe, Emily thought, how beautiful the day had been. It was the beginning of May, and when she'd woken up that morning, the sky was sapphire-blue, the sun blindingly gold. She had walked slowly to her car, letting the sun warm her skin, and drove to school without a care in the world. Until she saw the ambulance blocking the main entrance...
With a choked sob, Emily shook the image from her mind. God, it was hard to believe it had only happened n
Happiness For HalloweenAll the kids at school were gathered around in groups, talking and laughing at all the Halloween plans they had. For some kids it was there favorite time of the year and others were scared too much to do anything. For one girl, it didn't matter though, she sat, huddled at the back of the the classroom with her hood pulled up over her head.
"Hi, Emma!" One of the kids greeted, plopping down beside her and starting to eat her package of crackers. He was tall with black, messy curled hair and bright brown eyes shining as though he knew of no wrong in the world. "I think I want to be a ghost for Halloween, what do you want to be?" He asked, curiously.
Emma looked up at him as her green eyes lit up and a small smile pulled up her lips. "To be honest, Jared, I'm not sure but... I think... I want to be happy." She told him.
Jared sighed, the spark fading from his eyes as he pulled her into a hug. Her hood fell down, reveling her blood red hair and the darkness under her eyes wasn't just
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