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UBERMONT: reprise, page 3UBERMONT!
Falchion climbed out of the dwarven lair and started sharpening his spear against a boulder. When he was done, he left the forest, lightly singing a tune:
"Herp, derp, I will go!
derp derp, super slow!
nerp slerp, rapin' sow!
jerp, gerp, I don't know!
herp herp, banged a crow!"
Quickly, a dark figure crept up on Falchion. Despite the fact that he was in an open field, Falchion was completely unaware of the oncoming traveler.
"What a song you have there. Would you mind telling me where you've heard it from?" The cloaked man said, almost scanning Falchion head to toe with his eyes.
"Why, I made it up myself. I am a genius after all!" Said Falchion, looking braindead. The cloaked figure had the look of shock in his eyes, being that they were the only part of his body showing, and he quickly dismissed himself back out of the open path. Falchion didn't think about following him, even though a dyslexic squir
UBERMONT: reprise, page 2UBERMONT!
As Falchion walked paced through the petrified forest, he felt no signs of suspicion. As he found a fine looking strip of wood, he tripped over something unseen, but shrugged it off. He picked up the wood and started carving it against a stump.
"Oi! Watch where you are going, or I'll bury my ax right where the sun never shines!" A short person said, who was standing before Falchion. Falchion looked down at the midget and laughed.
"Do you know who I am? I am the great former King Falchion! Invincible I am to your threats!" Falchion smiled.
"Invincible, eh? So you said KING Falchion, right? So you're a guy?" The midget said.
"Obviously..." Falchion patted the swarthy looking midget who obviously wasn't a child on the head as if he was one.
"No reason" The midget said as he kicked Falchion in the "acorns" (censorship *trollface*) Falchion fell unconscious to the sound of the midget laughing.
UBERMONT: reprise, page 1UBERMONT!
King Falchion sat upon his poorly crafted throne, looking out of the stained-glass windows to the horizon. His very few troops looked at him with the utmost anger, being that they were summoned an hour ago.
"Err... King Falchion... you called?" One of the guards muttered, almost to himself.
"WHAT IS IT!?" Falchion called from his throne, glaring at the guard who had the audacity to speak out. "What could be more important than the wars to the south? I have no idea how to stop teh ghettoness... and they only move further forward day after day..." Falchion sunk into his seat. "What could be more important than to soon have our lands filled with trailer parks an reruns of jersey shore?" Falchion shuddered.
"Sir, it's just that you called us an hour ago... what was it?" The same guard asked.
"I'm going to join the south wars! None shall come with me, and none shall stop me! Bye my friends!" And with that, King Falchion stormed out the door
Binding transformations part 2"come on, we have to keep moving, if we keep going at this pace, we may get out of the turtle lands in two days." Huck said.
"what use is it anyway? No matter where we go, there is no safehaven for normal humans. We have been looking for a year already, in the shadows, waiting, watching. And all we have ever found was half-humans, the ones that want to transform us, and just work for their petty needs tirelessly" Tiren said.
"So what do you want us to do? Join them? No? Okay then, shut up" alena said. These and four others were part of the last group of humans. Normal humans, anyway. One thousand years after the alien sealed the races off form each other, they have tried to find other was to get over the barriers. But there was a secret they did not know about. Normal humans could pass through the barriers, and go to the other lands. If any of the races figured this out as they captured them, they would surly use it to try to become the dominent race. So they must keep travelling, tryi
Binding transformationsBinding transformations
The world could not be any more split than it is now. or at least that's what Lon said a hundred years before our tale happens. The world was at constant, never ending civil war with itself, for the newborn humans had racism planted in their heads as soon as there eyes open. But not the racism that you probably are thinking about. No, skin color was very small compared to what really was going on.
"Halt there you wolven scum!" Lon shouted, raising his sharp, scale covered arms at the pack of wolf people advancing on draconic land. Lon was a draconic commander, who had to claw (no pun intended) his way to power in the dragon army. Yes, he was human, also dragon. Same with the wolves advancing on his territory. At birth, children of the different races are often forced to transform into a form alike the rest of their own country. There was no choosing sides, there was no going back, you were born fighting for territory, and you would often die. The wolven forces w
final fantasy 1 reviewFINAL FANTASY 1 (nes)
overall, I actually thought this game would suck. I just beat it, and its pretty good for 5 bucks. I thought it would suck becuse I beat ff 12, and thought the game just beat itself with the gambit system. But anyway, now for the reveiw
after looking at this game you may say "why the FUCK did this turd head rate this an 8?!" well the game is from 1990, so im talking about its graphics THEN. But really, they are okay, they get the point accross, even in 2010.
This game has a pretty good battle system, since it didnt have much to copy off of (it DID have dragon quest, wich is a game series I HIGHLY reccoment over the ff series) But the low amounts of MP got annoying, and the ways tht you can instantly die by bad luck can make one's mind spin. There are too many enemys with 1-hit-kill moves that automatically go first, so they can wipe out your whole party before you have the chance you attack. But else than that, very go
The Clockwork Heart (Germany x Doll!Reader)
"What am I?"
Not who, but what.
"A doll. I made you."
You ingest this news with an impassive face, though since it is made of sheet metal, the blonde man supposes that it would be hard for you to properly emote. You lift a hand to inspect it. It is meticulously crafted, as would be inspected from one of the top engineers around. It would almost be able to pass for a real human hand, if not for the obvious artificial joints used to craft together your fingers and knuckles. Now another question comes.
"Why did you make me?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't answer because he just can't bring himself to tell you he did not mean to bring you to life.
"Who are you?" you now ask, taking in the features of your apparent creator.
There is a slight tint of pink to his pale cheeks, which offsets his somewhat somber expression. He glances at you with piercing blue eyes, this mechanical miracle, and he knows that he owes you as best an explanation as he can offer, under these strange circumstanc
Involuntary Game Testing: Janus into Samus TG
Involuntary Game Testing; Janus into Samus
A Smash Bros TG Story by JanusofthePaleFlames
It was a nice Friday afternoon in his somewhat-small existence as a semi-proud New Yorker. The breeze was strong, but it carried a southern warmth that pleased his cold-ridden hide, which had not two weeks ago braved below-freezing temperatures, followed by two major-degrees of common, yearly illnesses. Such was the price for conserving extra time for hobbies.
Janus was sitting at his desk, comprised of fake, smoked glass, silver metal frames and a shelf loaded with writing books, a dictionary, and a “borrowed”, wooden, dinning chair. Like always, he checked his email, website messages, and at least one of the several on-going web comics he liked to view. Since it was Friday, that meant it was also payday, so he spent an extra couple minutes viewing his bank and credit card accounts to make sure things were in order. As a part-time writer, and a full-time thinker, h
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
11th Doctor X Reader: Steampunk“So let me get this straight. There’s a planet called Janus, where the citizens are look like humans, they’re dressed steampunk style 24/7, and we’re headed there right now?”
“Yep!” the Doctor said. “And, we have just landed!”
“Great!” you said, running down one of the TARDIS’s hallways.
“Oi! (y/n)! Where are you going?”
“Getting dressed-won’t be long!”
“That’s what you always say,” the Doctor murmured in a whisper that was too quiet for you to hear.
You finally made it to the TARDIS’s wardrobe, and started searching for the perfect outfit. Your passion for steampunk began when your friends took you to a steampunk festival, and you saw the beautiful outfits they wore. You were a writer, and you wanted to be clothes designer, so it seemed like the perfect world to escape to. After that day, you started drawing your own steampunk dress. You had been saving up your
Way WAY Too Many Apple PiesThe spirit of autumn was in full effect as the Fall Festival lasted well into the evening hours. This was when things really started to pick up. Everywhere one looked, one could see the homemade lamps hanging from the clotheslines on high along all the beaten paths, illuminating the booths and pavilions in an ambiance of natural and artificial light. More guests arrived as the golden sunset took center stage. Every so often, a cool breeze would carry with it scents of lavender, pine, and cinnamon; a seasonal bouquet perpetuated by the merchandise of the many vendors and booth owners present on this festive evening.
“Ugh…” Diamond Tiara rubbed her groaning belly as she made her way through the park. “Explain to me again why exactly I let you drag me all the way out into the boonies for some hick festival?”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” Chirped Silver Spoon, placing her hands on Diamond’s shoulders as she walked closel
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Ghosts of the Past
Title: Ghosts of the Past
Game: Mass Effect Series
characters/pairing: Garrus x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all things associated with the Mass Effect series. You own you. I just own the plot.
Garrus groaned as he crouched behind the wall, clutching his wounded side, hoping to slow the bleeding as he caught his breath. It was hard to believe that it’s come down to this. Hurt. Cornered………….Alone. Garrus clenched his free hand into a fist at the memory of what happened……...the pain still fresh and raw at the thought. His entire team, gone in nearly one fell swoop, the few survivors dead minutes later. He felt sick to his stomach…..he failed everyone……...it was a joke to think he could be a l
Jelsa Edo-jidai AU: Cherry Tree's Branch
Fifty years of a mortal's life
Would be but a fleeting moment
Contrast with the life of Geten
It is nothing but a very dream and illusion
But once they are given life from God
There is no such thing that do not perish
Unless we consider this very seed of awakening
It is a grievous truth indeed
That was the only way Jack was able to summarize his situation upon his arrival at Toketsu Castle.
The Tenshu (main castle tower) was three-stories high, and though small, demonstrates the design required of a castle during periods of war. Standing tall with the height of 164 shaku (164 ft), Jack realized it looked even magnificent up close. The stone walls with large moats and four layers turrets encircles the inner tower of plaster, especially built in order to prevent enemies' siege to scale the walls. But that wasn't what discouraged him the most—It was the size of the annexes and the gard
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
ubermontKing jake sat on his throne in the ubermont capital, looking upon the horizon through a window in his throne room. He started sweating as if for no reason, his veins popped out and looked like he was turning purple.
"Sire! Sire, are you alright?" one of his royal palace gaurds said.
"what? Ya, i was just holding my breath, you were saying?" Jake said. He looked back up at the window, his eyes shaken.
"The maverick is out there, so is the fulcrum. But inbetween them, is teh gettoness!" Jake said.
"teh ghettoness?" one of the gaurds asked.
"no! only i can say teh!" jake yelled back.
"oookay... the ghettoness?" the gaurd said. he looked at the other gaurds with a wonderous look of "why do i bother with this idiot?"
"teh ghettoness is a not so organised organisation that plans to shut down and annialate the ubermont, fulcrum and maverick." jake said, the thought made him shudder.
(aka i got bored)
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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