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Amy Destiny MitchellAmy grows up in a crowded house with numerous siblings. Despite the crowded conditions and common fights, Amy cares for her half-brothers and half-sisters. Her mother is unmarried and all of her children have a different father (with the exception of the twins, Riley and David), but there is a man that lives with them and that all of the children call “Dad.” He’s the only one who seems to not be anyone’s actually father. Growing up, her biggest dream is to be a proper mother. When she is 13, Amy begins to develop her abilities as a supernatural. Her eyes, which are already an oddly bright shade of blue, begin to lighten and brighten as she grows more skilled. Abnormally light, bright blue eyes mark her as a “static shifter,” or a shapeshifter that has a visible trait that makes them identifiable. This is due to having human genes mixed with shapeshifter genes and is only found in impure shifters. As she spends most of her time in the “real worl
I Think That the World Just Ended Ch 4Mutated humans gather around you, piling together so that they can all hear Dave. It takes a moment before the crowd settles down to stare at the pale boy in front of them. The quiet whimpers don't completely disappear, but at least you can hear over them now. When Dave finally begins even those soft voices seem to fall silent.
"Houston hasn't always been the safest city health-wise, but that's a no-brainer. We've all had to breathe the smog, we all know what a nasty place this is. Maybe that's what made whoever was in charge think that they could get away with this."
"With what?" one of the more developed mutations calls out. "All you've done for the past few days in talk in circles and that's all you're doing now! Get on with it!"
Many others join in with strained cries and start to shuffle about. More pained groans join the arguments for a moment, all immediately followed by an undercurrent of soft shushing and shifting feet. Dave doesn't speak another word until everyone has their
Twisting me 'round
Inside my head it's spinning
Tearing me down
The demon faces grinning
InterferenceThere's so many people here. They talk and they walk like they know what they're doing. Words come out of their mouths all of the time, never ceasing. It is the world of people who wait for their turn to talk. Never are you heard, for they do not care to listen to you. Voices just cover yours and drown out your sound. That's all that they do, you know. These voices that we use, while they carry information in the form of sounds that we recognize as words, are just that. Sound. Sound waves, to be specific. Constructive interference is when the crests of the sound waves combine and stretch until they echo so loudly in your head that you cannot escape them, no matter how loud you scream. Destructive interference is when the troughs of those very same waves meet and cancel each other out. Eventually there just isn't anything left to hear. That's all that talking is. That's why we are never heard.
Love, I could never hate youLove you. I do. You're horrible.
"Lyra, you need to calm down."
No please stop it, this is cruel.
"Lyra, I would never hurt you."
I know, I know, don't come near me.
"Lyra, stop it!"
I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you that hard. It's all your fault what do I care you deserved it. I'm sorry. Ryan, forgive me please. Oh no, no that can't be what it looks like. Please keep it away from me. Stop, go back, go away, go far away! I don't want this, I don't want you!
"No, Lyra wait, I'll put a bandage on it. See, like this. My blood won't hurt you, I promise."
Get away from me! I'm begging you Ryan, stop this now!
"Please just calm down, just once, please."
I'm sorry, Ryan, I can't do this. Don't worry; I know that you love me. I love you. I've always loved you. I always will. You're my one and only love, forever and for always, bound by hugs before hugs became terrifying.
"For once I just wish that we could see each other without this fight. It's like I can never be good enough for you. You n
What a Joke"I'm sorry John, it just isn't going to work out."
"Yeah, I understand. It's fine."
"I just feel really bad for-"
"Jacob, let it go."
He stared back at you for a heartbreakingly short moment before looking down at his shoes. There wasn't much else to do, so you turned around and left him standing on the porch. You didn't stop when you hit the sidewalk, there was no car waiting for you, you had to walk all the way to the bus stop. Truthfully you were glad for the extra time that it took to get home. Facing any of your friends right away wouldn't have ended well.
With a sigh, you banish the memory, open your eyes, and down the last of your drink. It's one of those fruity ones with a silly name and a lot more alcohol in it than they want to tell you about. You don't like to drink, but you needed to get out of the apartment and you were sick of walking around in the park, so it seemed like a great idea to hang out here. They don't card, so you don't care. There's a vibrat
Rewind Please Ch 3turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
TG: damn it youre asleep arent you
TG: come on
TG: wake up john
Cracking your eyes open at the noise, you groan and reach over to grab the goggles. Still only half awake, you reply quickly.
TG: the matrix has you.
It takes you a moment, but somewhere in the back of your mind you manage to connect the reference.
EB: very funny dave.
TG: bros alive
Wait, why would this be news? Isn't his brother always alive? Since when has Dave been Captain Obvious? After a second your brain clicks on and you get it. Bro is alive, but in the game he got stabbed through the chest by a huge dog human demon thing with wings. Your dad was in a similar position back then, but he's fine now.
EB: my dad too
EB: was bro waiting for you?
TG: no thats now how things work around here
TG: didnt see him till i woke up
TG: he just handed me a plane ticket and told me to pack my shit
EB: what? where are you going?
TG: ticket say
Reach Ch 2 Green light blinds me, flaring up suddenly and pulling me apart, atom by atom. I wonder idly if I can die like this after reaching god tier. It isn't as if I've had much time to figure that shit out. Rose is gripping my hand so tightly that I'm seriously losing feeling in my fingers, but now isn't the time to care about that. Jade grabs Rose's free hand in one hand and reaches for John's hand with her other. John squeezes her hand tightly and reached out for mine. I try to grab it, I really do. It isn't my fault that the universe decides to take a shit right then. There's even more light now and so much buzzing that I can't think straight. At first it surprises me, it isn't a huge boom like everyone thought it would be. Just this damned buzzing that pulls your mind away from anything and everything important, blurs your vision, and generally fucks you up. Long story short, I miss.
Rewind Please Ch 2Normally Dave absconding that quickly after such an outburst would have you worried out of your mind, but your mind isn't on Dave at this point. No, you're more interested in the man in your front yard. Nobody else has passed onto the lawn, giving you a clear view of this man. He is dressed in proper businessman clothes, a fedora resting on his head and a pipe in his mouth as always. As you stare at him, trying desperately to push away the memory of the last time you saw him, he raises his hand in greeting. That's about all you can take. Without another moment of hesitation or much thought to the action at all, you send your self flying towards the ground. In your haste you miscalculate slightly and run the rest of the way into his arms. You know that he doesn't understand why you're crying, he assumes that you're just happy to be home. As much as you wish he would remember what happened, what matters is that he's alive.
"Who are these people?" you ask, hearing your voice crack through
Tinkering Little Emil (Reader x Toy! Iceland)
Tinkering Little Emil
(Mrs. Clause! Reader x doll! Iceland)
A holiday story
Song(s) ‘Opus 20’ from Dustin O’Halloran (Please listen to get the spirit of the holiday’s going or else you may not get the full feeling!~)
“You know, you should throw that old toy away, I think you’ve done enough damage as it is Peter.” An English accented voice rang through a large manor.
“Nah uh! Emil is so much fun to play with, plus uncle Berwald gave him to me when I was three!” A softer version of the previous voice
Creepypasta x Half Wolf!Reader [Part 8]"I never would have thought that a girl would be good at this," BEN mumbled, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He cast a sideways glance to the young female beside him, who was staring at the TV screen with a triumphant look. "I mean, we got up to round 47," he continued. "I usually can't even get past 10."
[Your Name] turned her head and smiled happily at him. "I really like games like this," she giggled. "I've always found them really fun!"
"So have I," he commented. "And you know... We would have survived if you had just came over and revived me when I was down--"
The young girl frowned. "It's not my fault if you die every ten seconds and there's a huge-ass swarm of zombies behind me."
"Ten seconds?" BEN repeated. "I do believe that I survive longer than that."
"You died in the first round."
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I LIKE TO DIVE DOWN STAIRCASES. IT WASN'T MY FAULT THAT THERE WAS LIKE FIVE OF THEM ZOMBIES WAITING FOR ME EITHER."
"It was rather amusing to wa
Coincidences- Bruce x Reader Chpt. 1This was officially the worst idea you had ever had. You didn’t know a thing about New York even though you’d been born here. Your parents had sent you to boarding school in England at a young age and it was there that you had grown up, gone to college, and pretty much lived your life. That’s not to say you weren’t loved or that you were abandoned, your family visited you often, but since you didn’t like to fly they always came to you.
You looked up at the buildings that towered over you ominously, it had definitely changed since then. Being lost wasn’t actually such a bad thing or well it wouldn’t be if the sky wasn’t drenching you with water that was threatening to turn into snow as the temperature crept lower.
You cursed yourself for all the mistakes you’d made today- leaving without your warm outer coat, losing your wallet at the checkpoint, letting your phone run out of batteries, pretty much this whole day was a mistake.
The Unknown Companion- Doctor x Reader (Chap 6)
“(Name)!” Rose’s voice rang out, “Where are you?”
(Name) had slowly wandered through the opera house when she finally heard Rose calling her. She changed directions and headed straight to the voice until she saw the face of her.... ‘friend’. She couldn’t really tell how close they were, but something nagged at her mind. It wasn’t a big issue right now, but it was still an issue all the same. Rose looked at her and smiled.
“(Name),” she sighed, “Where were you?”
“I should ask the same.” the (h/c) haired woman countered in a calm tone.
Rose laughed lightly, “Looking for you. Do you think we should leave here?”
(Name) shook her head, “No... I have a feeling he’ll be here. I don’t know when, but he’ll show up.”
Rose shrugged slightly but went with the statement, “And until then?”
“We buy tickets to the next show.”
(Name) and Rose bo
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 5It was only a couple of hours before John looked up from his computer to find you dozed off, pencil in hand, the activities of the day finally catching up with you. He slid the sketchbook off your lap, glancing briefly at your work- an array of sketches of him, Mrs. Hudson, the head, and quite a few of Sherlock- before setting it and the pencil on the table beside you.
You stirred when he did, groggily mumbling, “Just let me sleep here,” as you pulled yourself into a ball around your hand and shifted to rest your head on the arm of the chair.
“You could take my room.” John offered, to which you grunted and rolled so your back was to him.
He gave a half smile, ever since you were a kid you had liked to sleep curled up in an armchair because you felt safe in the small space. He covered you with a blanket and then went to bed himself, leaving you in his chair and Sherlock on the couch with his eyes closed.
Once John was gone his eyes snapped open and he examined yo
Coincidences- Bruce x Reader Chpt. 2Once you were both in the elevator and the doors had closed you pressed the button for Tony’s floor and Bruce’s heart fell. You were probably one of his many girls, he reasoned, wondering if you knew that Tony seemed to be pretty committed to Pepper.
He was about to hint at it when you calmly stated, “Jarvis dear, would you please let Tony know that I’m here?”
The AI’s voice promptly responded, “I’m sorry Miss, I’m afraid I can’t. He’s in his workshop and has asked not to be disturbed unless it is an emergency.”
You closed your eyes and let your breath out slowly, trying to calm your frustrations, “Jarvis I just got on a plane for the first time in over 20 years I think that constitutes as something worthy of disturbing him.”
“Of course Miss. I’ll let him know right away.” The voice answered just as the doors pinged open.
You sighed as you took in the layout of the floor and then strod
Coincidences- Bruce x Reader Chpt. 3While Bruce processed this, you hip bumped Tony, “Mind if I set up Eva?”
Tony grinned, “I think Jarvis would find a way to murder me in my sleep if I said no.”
“That is a fair assumption sir.” came the AI’s response.
You laughed, pulling a small tablet from your shoulder bag to flick at its screen happily.
Bruce looked between you and Tony, hundreds of questions crowding his brain, “I didn’t know that you have a sister.”
Tony gave a secretive smirk, “Not many people do. Shame really. Would you look at how adorable she is? She’s like a female version of me.”
You rolled your eyes, “I’m much prettier than you Tony.”
Your brother’s eyes narrowed, “ Because you’ve had a rough day and I am so excited that you’re here, I’m going let that one slide.
Bruce spoke up again, “How did she end up in England and not here with you?”
You answered this time, try
Love of a Giant: Chapter SeventeenA week had gone by since meeting Bloodshed’s friends. Soundwave had kept a close eye on the princess and the prince and his friend whenever they were alone together. So far, she seemed safe with the two giants and Bloodshed made sure that Novabomb did not lay a hand on her. And the prince didn’t seem to be interested in her sexually, which was a relief.
Still, she had to remain alert. She never knew if Bloodshed was simply acting the part. There were always those types of men who would be sweet and kind one moment before turning violent and sadistic the next. Christ, her own deceased husband was like that. And if that turned out to be the case with Bloodshed, then Soundwave would do everything in her power to protect Thornstriker from the same abuse she had faced with Razorcut.
Soundwave was watching from the parlor Thornstriker chatting with Novabomb out in the garden. Bloodshed had been with them a few minutes ago, but a servant had told him something that made him get up
3 -- LightThis light. It burns. I don't understand why because everyone always says that light is good. It doesn't feel good. It feels like pain. It shows me the truth of everything that I don't want to see. The scene of a murder is found in the daylight. The lonely child stands under the streetlight. The runaway teenager leaves by moonlight. Tearful wishes are made by starlight. So why does everyone say that light is so good? I think that it would be better if we were all bathed in darkness
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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