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The Final StrawJason Rathen almost ignored the gentle taping on his office door, thinking that the sound originated from further down the hall, but the hesitant sound came a second time, only slightly more audible. Rathen stood and opened the door to be greeted by the person that he least expected and most hoped to see. "Hello, Jessie!"
Jessie nodded, worrying her lower lip in thinly veiled distress. "I... I'm sorry about practice, earlier," she said, rapidly forcing the words out.
"Why don't you come in," Rathen suggested, gesturing towards the other chair in his prop- and book-stuffed office, "and we can talk about what happened earlier this afternoon, if you'd like."
The suggestion was more of a mild order, but Jessie either didn't notice, or ignored it as she nodded and gingerly perched on the edge of the offered chair, grasping her books against her chest.
Professor Rathen took his time in mostly closing the door, and resettling a stack of papers that had been distu
A Slightly Dramatized AccountA Slightly Dramatized Account of a Very Real Feeling
I woke up to despise the world that I once loved. The sound of the fan in the next room is deceptively similar to the sound of the gentle rain that has gently woken me these past few mornings. For one blissful moment longer, I can pretend that things have not changed, and that when I open my eyes, the dim autumn lights will be filtered through the thick canvas wall of my rug lined pavilion. The thought is a comforting one until the undisturbed quiet is broken by the harsh blaring of my painfully electronic alarm, reminding me that cannot be so. Blindly, I reach out and silence it before rolling over, pulling my heavy wool cloak back over my head in the same motion. It is entirely too early to face the fact that I'll be pouring myself a bowl of overly processed, prepackaged and artificially preserved cold cereal instead of the usual boiled grains prepared over a crackling fire, built from yesterday's carefully covered coals. It is an
No LongerIt was too warm, the blankets of clouds too comfy for the sun to rise. We'd told ourselves he wouldn't be long, he'd be up soon. We've been telling ourselves that for three years. I, for one, am tired of lying. Because I dared to voice this one thought, this one collection of innocent words, I found myself instantly at odds with everyone whom I had once held in great esteem. Truly, I am a castaway in these swiftly dying lands- so close to home, and yet so utterly far away.
They will not hear the truth, even when the world shouts it with every struggle for each new day. We have ravaged the lands that we should have cherished, and now we pay the price for our sheer stupidity. Poisoned ash coats the once fertile fields, soot lines our lungs, and the skies are filled with clouds that are colors that they never should be. The truth is so clear, and yet no one will name it for what it is, for fear of facing our inevitable fate, the cost of our indifference.
No longer will I live this l
The AwakeningI’ve been set loose; drifting in search of my lost self. The words only began to hint at the hopelessness that surrounded the young girl. Things hadn’t always been this way, Calricia knew, but even that memory was fading. At first, the staff were gentle with the frail child, not quite nurturing, but taking enough time to notice her and to ensure that she felt some form of support. There was a regular routine, and every person there had a part in it’s ebb and flow throughout the day. The orphaned children wordlessly accepted their matching outfits of either all dull blue or all dull back- orphans didn’t wear (the unspoken thought lingered that they didn’t deserve to wear) colors- from a heap of such articles. After dressing, each child resumed their occupation of their place against a wall on the floor. For a short, comforting time, the staff member who regularly adjusted the unmarked bank of switches near Calricia’s unofficially assigned
Mountain KingsIn the valley of the mountain-kings
Where the winds blow ever fierce
And the sky remains ever clear
Where the birds cry their songs to the heavens
The realms unknown to all.
In this haven peace reigns ever free
Save for when the kings of old
Make their presence known
Among the woodlands and the streams.
Then does strife rear its head
And war come crashing down
Citizens young and old alike
Band together as never before.
In the the valley of the kings
Ringed by mountains proud
And winds blowing fierce
The kings of old wait.
Faire Realities Pt 4For a moment, no one moved as the ear-piercing alarm continued to deafen everyone. A moment later though, found the dorm lounge in barely controlled chaos as everyone haphazardly threw their computers, cords, snacks, dice, character sheets, notes and caffeine into backpacks and shoulder bags before heading for the doors. Several minutes later, we had gathered in the middle of the back parking lot, the adrenaline coursing through our bodies waking us up more then any amount of caffeine could have.
Mark turned to Josh as we stood in the worsening rain, trying to make sure that all of our electronics were protected. "Your lounge is never busy this late, is it?"
"No, it's not. My floor's dead quiet, unlike the craziness that your floor gets up to," Josh replied, nodding towards where Mark and Adrian stood. "Were we done with session though, or...?"
"It's up to you folks," I replied. "I've got enough stuff prepared to finish off the campaign tonight."
"Weren't you saying s
Loki x Pregnant! Reader Icy Colds
Loki x Pregnant! Reader Icy Colds
“Loki, Loki!” (Name) called from the living area, rubbing her large tummy contentedly (as stereotypical pregnant mothers seem to always do). It was hardly a second before a very familiar figure teleported into the room. Then a rather chill handed rested on her shoulder gently from behind.
“You called, my love?” He murmured as she giggled. That is, until she felt a sneeze coming on.
“U-Uh, yeah, but you should really move back!!” She replied with a shove, and pushed him backwards as she let the lovely sneeze out. “ACHOO!!”
“…(Name)…you just froze…you just froze my boot!!” He exclaimed, pointing at her and then at the now ice covered shoe. She blushed lightly, offering her lamest grin yet.
“Sorry, Loki…that’s actually what I wanted to show you, to be honest.” She admitted as he stepped closer to her, examining her body.
“And how exactl
Tiny Lady (Loki x Baby!Reader)“I vow that everyone here shall suffer if someone does not remove this fiend from my person!” Loki growls as he tries to untangle your curious fingers from the silken edge of his pants.
Thor’s laughter is booming as he steps forward to pick you up and hold you in one of his large arms.
“Now brother, this tiny lady is no fiend,” Thor coos playfully, stretching out a single finger to tickle at your belly.
You laugh giddily, small fingers wrapping about his finger, a large grin on your face.
“Yes,” Sif says in that gentle baby voice everyone seems so keen on adopting when in the presence of an infant, “She’s a lady.”
Sif wiggles her finger over your stomach and you watch her silently before laughing and reaching out to take one of her fingers in your hand.
“Agreed!” Fandral throws in, sauntering over to peer down at your face.
You trill delightfully at the addition of third face, hands on a new mission as they stretch
Loki x Reader You're Reading...
Loki x Reader You’re Reading…
“…A what??” Loki asked as the laptop quickly snapped shut in front of his face. He cast a glance over at the lovely damsel known as (Name), who had an embarrassed blush creeping up her face.
“I-It’s nothing worth looking at, really!” She replied as she made an attempt to high tail it out of there ASAP. Unfortunately, Loki had other ideas.
“No, (Name), I want you to tell me; What was that Loki x (Name) piece of electric literature I saw on your page a moment ago?” He half-asked, half-demanded. She couldn’t help but gulp as she gave in to his intimidation.
“I-It was a fan fiction.”
“A fan fiction? What kind of fiction is that?” He asked curiously, her fingers drumming along the top of the laptop nervously.
“A fan fiction is a story where people will take two characters or people and put them together in a story. Sometimes it’s a character and the
Depressed!Romano x Reader- Whiskey Lullaby
He had kept all your letters.
The normal, almost automatic like thing people would usually do when they receive letters is to read them once, or skim them over again just to make sure that they had read it entirely right, quickly soaking in the words that had been written or typed by a loved one or friend. Even a bill of some sort would be quickly read through and paid in no time, leaving the white strip to be tossed into a nearby trash can- And the only time people would usually send letters is to wish someone a happy birthday, or to congratulate the person on some life accomplishment or simple goal that they were aiming to achieve, like finally bearing a child or graduating from high school and entering the college of their dreams. Simple letters had been getting scarcer the more technology through the ages has progressed into a world wide fenominom, leaving pieces of paper with conversations people would treasure and hold near to them to diminish little by little. It was on
Neko!Dave X Reader: Give Me Love!
(Y/n) sighed and stretched.
“Fiiiiinally, I’m done!” She exclaimed.
She closed her laptop and sighed again, getting up.
“Guess I’ll go watch a movie.” She thought to herself.
She began heading down and went to take her favorite drink, some popcorn and of course, some apple juice for Dave.
As she entered the living room, her eyebrow twitched.
Dave’s ear twitched at the sound of (Y/n) calling him. He looked at her.
“Why are you without a shirt?”
Dave shrugged. (Y/n) sighed and went to the sofa, sitting in it. Dave sat beside her and slowly got closer. (Y/n) didn’t say anything, she knew what he wanted.
“Here.” She handed him his apple juice.
Dave slightly smiled and snuggled in (Y/n)’s neck as a thanks. He then drank all the juice.
(Y/n) started the movie and placed the popcorn and the drink in the small table next to her.
Then, she felt weight in her lap. She knew what it was.
England X Reader: Teach Me How to Ice Skate
“Arthur, can you finally tell me why you decided to bring me here?” you asked, turning your head to the side to look at your emerald-eyed companion who walked next to you, your gloved hand tightly holding on to his.
At the sound of your voice, Arthur shifted his gaze, which was previously focused on the path ahead of him, over to look at you, and upon seeing the eager and slightly impatient expression on your face, he let out a tiny smile. “You’ll find out soon, _____,” he replied, turning his gaze back in front of him.
You pouted slightly and clenched your fists impatiently, causing your grip on Arthur’s hand to tighten. “You’ve been telling me that ever since we walked out of the house, and I still don’t know why.”
“I’ll tell you once we get there,” Arthur answered simply, not even turning his head to look at the slightly disappointed expression on your face.
You let out a groan and removed your hand from h
(Butler!Dave x Reader) Ironic
That’s a fancy name for a butler, she thought. Then she notices another letter inside the envelope. It says :
We forgot to tell you that one of the actor which is working with us agreed to marry you~ He is a fine men, don’t worry.
Dave Strider, your new butler will teach you about the movie world business!
The engagement is in a month~
P.S. You can’t refuse, and don’t start an argument with us.
Love, Mom and Dad
Now that’s surprising. She frowns, feeling angry inside. Why didn’t her parents ask about her opinion, at least? But then, she just sigh. She knew she doesn’t stand a chance against her parents.
Just as she’s about to put the letter inside the envelope back, she heard a knock on the door. That must be Strider.
The said man opens the door, revealing himself. He’s pretty good looking, with platinum blonde hair. But unfortunately, he wears a pair of aviator shade
The Mirror (Loki x Reader)
Loki has no idea, you’re certain, of how lonely he is. You watch him pace about his chambers—as you always did—clearly unsure as to what to do with himself. He feels angry, betrayed, and confused. And always he forces himself to carry this burden alone. His sits down heavily on his bed, head in his hands, and you move to obtain a finer view of the man. Perhaps you should reveal yourself to him, let him know someone was there for him. But you knew full and well how skittish he could be, both untrusting and unwilling. You run a gentle hand down the edge of the glass, tracing the outline of his defeated reflection. You sigh heavily as you pull away from the mirror, washing the image of the man from it confines, leaving only a copy of your lone image.
The knock at your chamber door pulls from your reverie and elegantly you glide over to answer its call. It’s Sif. She grins at you and you can’t help but smile back as you invite her in.
“How have you been?
My Boss' Secret 8 (Modern AU! Rivaille x Reader)
Scratchy and ticklish, that’s how I would describe the fibers that reached up and itched my cheek. There’s one major problem with my current sleeping arrangement and of course, the perpetrator also happens to be the very source of my recent problems. I don’t think there’s any need to elaborate more on that fact.
“You’re a terrible host, I hope you know that.” With my voice low and still recovering from my sudden wake up call, I called out to the man stretched across the bed.
“The alarm was ringing for ten minutes and you were still off in whatever sick world you dream of.”
“Who wakes up at six in the morning on a Sunday anyways!?” I cried in utter displeasure and found the strength to pick myself of the carpeted ground.
Seeing that I was ready to get up and moving, Rivaille removed himself from the bed and began to push me towards the bathroom.
“Hurry up and get ready, we have cleaning to do.”
Oh somebody ple
Friends and MemoriesAs was his habit, Frodo shut himself in his study, fulfilling his promise to Bilbo. It was the 6th of October, the anniversary of the Weathertop attack. It was not until evening that anyone realized the significance of the date, but Frodo had known early on. Bitter pain flooded his arm radiating from the morgul wound. With his opposite hand, he groped for the pendant that Arwen had given him. When at last his fingers found what they had searched for he found strength to block the whispers from his mind, finding peace in the memories of his friends.
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