'Hell Freezes Over' CC, Retaliation fic
Title: "Hell Freezes Over"
Characters: The Cobra Commander, some Firefly and Destro
Summary: Wherein we see what kind of physical and psychological effects the secret prison might have on its most notorious inmate. No one can endure such extreme conditions unscathed...
Logically, he knew he could not be cold. His suit was insulated and specifically designed to protect his body from freezing to death in the icy water of his stasis tank. Physically, his body was incapable of becoming cold. It was kept at a perpetually warm temperature, approximately 70 degrees, with only a small margin of variance. As long as he was in this prison, and in the special suit his captors had equipped him with, he would never, purely technically, be in physical discomfort.
Yet he was cold. He felt it every day, as it creeped into his body--or rather, he felt it through this single, never-ending moment that stretched behind and before him without beginning o
Don't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!Reader
Antonio sat in the park, his back against the tree as he tied blades of grass into knots. He was tired of all the labels that were put on him. Just because he raised and cared for Romano, doesn't mean that's he's a pedophile! Sometimes he wished he could just disappear. Whether they were jokes or not, they still hurt him. He loves children! They're wonderful and delightful to be around.
Suddenly a soccer ball rolled towards him. Turning his head, he saw a small group of children. After a few moments, the youngest walked towards him. Smiling, he waved at the Spaniard, who waved back.
"H-HI! Sorry for disturbing you....but can we have the ball back?" Antonio smiled and handed the boy the ball. Giving him a quick thanks, he turned to go back to his friends. But...he paused. Looking back at Antonio, and then back at his friends, he sighed. Waving goodbye to Antonio, he went back to his friends. After the game started up again, the Spaniard decided he had better find somewhere e
HPM: The 30thIt was the dark ages. It was the day plumes of smoke and ash commanded the skies. Pyroclastic flows snuffing out thousands of lives on one mighty gulp! It was, oh how it was! It was the darkest of days! The blackest, the most void of hope! Where was the sun!? Where was the joy of laughter!? Where was her youth?
There a body lay flattened on a bed of smooth shimmering sheet. The head which bore red eyes laid to its side as fingers played with subtle winkles in the fabric, chasing each wave of reflection till it ebbed or caught in shadows.
Around her body was a subtle yellow stola with loose fabric that did not hug her frame, and a loosely wrapped palla. Yes, she had chosen a feminine garb for the historical competition that had plagued the islands with worthless, and unrealistic, toga parties. Why, if they had all stripped naked and sped to the arena she would have found their antics somewhat more tolerable, if not just due to an accurate portrayal of ancient culture.
Supple lips pulled
genderless gingerbread figuresI was three times three years old and had three freckles on the bridge of my nose. My brother was three years into primary school and had just learnt his three times tables. Our parents had recently divorced and our father took us to the fairground to meet his new girlfriend.
My brother wouldn’t ride on the teacups with me because they were ‘too girly’, so I rode on them alone. I loved the teacups best of all because they made me feel really small, like Thumbelina trapped in a human’s china cabinet. I was bigger than my brother, with a belly starting to hang over my jeans like cake batter slipping over the rim of a mixing bowl, but spinning in a large pink cup with the world swirling into pastels like smudged chalk all around me, I felt as free and light as a dandelion seed being blown into oblivion. The nausea made me smile and I chastened the squeals of delight that threatened to escape, swallowing them down with gulps of air.
My brother rode on a ‘boy
~Help me with title~ (vent/mixed emotions)There is a young mid 20s lady who lives with her beautiful tri-lingual mother and three pets. This family used to be very very rich until about 4 years ago. For 4 years this family has been suffering with bad financial problems, even at times they can't afford food for themselves. The young lady has over several degrees just like her mother, but sometimes they can't find anything.
For the past couple of week the mid 20s year old lady and her mother were arguing, fighting, yelling at each other, plus at times smacking each other. The young lady doesn't know what to do anymore as she is shaking, crying, and having a big meltdown... The mother on the other hand is just yelling, screaming, saying bad words in Spanish and making the young lady scared of her.
This same lady is scared, shaking and doesn't know what to do anymore.. at times she feels like she doesn't exist.
Oh How She WondersShe wants to go to somebody, it’s strange she's never needed to before. Her names Araya and she had meet her biological father about two in a half years ago, she was only
14, and her birthday was in two weeks. It was his birthday when she met him, she was the present if a lifetime.
A few months pasted and everything was great but she had a weird feeling, one she shouldn't take. But she did one night when he showed the same feelings, he said he was scared and she said she was too because "It would be weird." But once they were all on the same page everything was okay, exciting and gay.
She took up on an offer she should have never done and kept an intimate relationship with him. She promised not to cheat but it was hard to be in a relationship she couldn't show. It killed her inside. And she dated a guy her age, broke her dads trust. She was never to do it again. Never to go out from under his wing again. And she didn't; at least for a little while.
About 8 months after being clea
Late Bloomer (OOOOOOOLD)"What's the point?!" I screamed, throwing the item I had been holding in my hand roughly against the wall, causing a shattering sound reciprocate. I turned on my heel quickly and glared daggers into the individual standing across from me, tears streaming down my face. I fell to my knees, "What's the point?" More gently this time. I looked up, seeing he had crouched down next to me. "I've broken..."
I jolted up suddenly, causing him to pull back quickly, realization washed over me, I was overwhelmed by the raw emotion of this very moment, the epiphany... It all became clear, the world seemed pointless. Nothing could save me in this mess we call life, nothing, he was gone and would never come back. I looked across the room, horror filled my facial features, I ran and picked up a photograph, what I had thrown. "No." I held it close to my chest, letting the tears come, "What has happened to me? What has happened to life?" I just kept questioning and questioning myself... Although the answe
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