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A New Partnership - part 7I didn't follow Grovyle right away, as I was still slightly worried.
(Such cold eyes...)
I looked up, surprised to see Togetic. It was then I realised I had been standing in the dining room longer than I thought.
"I'm sorry!" I said hastily. "I'll leave right away!"
"Oh no!" Togetic said, shaking her head. "I just wanted to ask you to do me a favour."
"Yes. You see, I'm supposed to bring this to Grovyle's room..." She showed me an apple, just big enough for one pokémon. "...but I really need to check the storages right now."
"Do you want me to check the storages for you?" I asked, relieved and delighted Togetic asked for my help.
"No, I would like you to bring this to Grovyle's room." She gestured at the apple and I nodded.
"All right! Leave it to me!" I answered cheerfully. I took the apple and hopped off, soon lost in thought.
(This apple must be for her, whoever she is. Would she be Grovyle's room mate? Wait! Where is his room?)
I spun around.
A New Partnership - part 6I didn't spare my partner another glance. It felt like a cold hand had closed around my heart. I stopped at the entrance of the corridor that led to the rooms of the guild members.
(Monty... doesn't have the right to know.)
I shook my head.
(I need some fresh air.)
Monty was still in the dining room when I climbed up to the highest floor of the guild. The only floor above the ground.
The sky was dark blue, littered with stars. I stared at them, surrounded by the sounds of the night and the torches burning behind me.
"Ah," I said softly to myself. "How long has it been since we watched the stars together? Will we ever be able to do it again, I wonder?"
"You shouldn't be out this late."
Without turning around, I answered: "Isn't it the same for you, guild master?"
Red eyes lit up in the darkness.
"Team Mudvyle seems to be doing well."
I didn't reply. ( I haven't searched since I met Monty...)
"Let us go inside," Ninetales said before disappearing into the guild. I followed without
Betrayed BloodEvery morning, Bandersnatch escorted me to the fields and every evening, he would take me back to the camp of his pack. Every time, his pack mates would stop in their tracks to watch us leave and arrive again. Their eyes were red and were glimmering with arrogance, hatred and joy, like those of Bandersnatch. I ignored their insults and their snarls. Despite the fact I was their prisoner, I kept my head high. Despite the fact I was deeply ashamed, I didn't spare them a second glance. Despite the fact I had no chance of escaping, I walked with proud strides, imagining my enemies to grovel at my feet, bloodied and begging for mercy. Mercy they wouldn't get. I didn't expect my pack to save me. In my opinion, they should let me live in shame between the rotten spirits that we called our rivals. I knew they wouldn't give me up that easily, as I was their treasure. Their fighting beauty. They would save me like they would save anyone, just to prove their minds were clean from the cruel though
Boundless BandersnatchHer eyes were like the sky. An never-ending blue, tinted with sadness, sweet, sweet sadness. Her fur, silky and soft, carried the color of a starless night. Blacker and more beautiful than the shadow side of the moon. Even the three small scars on her muzzle, forming like a triangle, couldn't affect her beauty. And she was ours. We had snatched her away, right from under the noses of our rivals. The thought of the expressions that would lie on their faces when they realized we had stolen their treasure was enough to thrill me. I wanted to howl to celebrate our victory and to mock with our enemies. I didn't, however.
She was sitting in the grass, not far from me. Simply looking at the bugs flying from flower to flower. It was my task to watch her. She glanced at me with her gorgeous eyes, reminding me once again she was my prisoner. Her pack mates were endless paw steps away and I was known as the fastest runner around these parts. Every effort to escape would be in vain and she knew it
A New Partnership - part 5Ninetales still wouldn't let us scout new areas, so we simply caught a rampaging Ratata and returned to the guild.
"Oh, Grovyle," Monty said suddenly. "I have a name for our team! Mudvyle!"
I stared at him.
"What?" he asked. "It's a combination of 'Mudkip' and 'Grovyle'. Isn't that awesome?"
I sighed and shook my head. "Fine," I said, "Whatever you want. How did your former partner even put up with you?"
I smiled, but to my surprise, Monty looked a little somber.
"You don't have to tell me," I added quickly.
"It's okay," he replied, "It's only natural you would like to know. The truth is my partner didn't."
Monty refused to look at me.
"But you were a fine explorer," I said, confused, "Otherwise, they wouldn't have placed you here. Didn't they "
"Exactly. That's why I went away and my partner stayed. Our personalities just didn't fit together. We had fights."
I was completely dumbfounded.
(How could anyone get into a fight with Monty? He's irritat
A New Partnership - part 4I watched Grovyle leave, confused.
(Did I say anything wrong? I only told him about the cries I heard Does that mean he did hear them? But why wouldn't he tell me?)
I shook my head and wanted to search for Bidoof.
I quickly spun around. Grovyle had turned as well.
He hopped past me.
"Let's do this," he grumbled.
Even though he didn't look like he was very happy with his decision, I was.
"All right!" I exclaimed.
Grovyle looked at me before he checked the bulletin boards.
(I think his eyes softened just now,) I thought, (And did I see a smile? A very small smile?)
"I'm starving! I bet Togetic has made something delicious again. Don't you think so, Grovyle?" I said.
We had just returned from our first mission together. I was glad I already had some experience, because Grovyle was fast and strong.
(He would probably have left me if I stayed behind too much )
"Food is just necessary for survival," my partner answered grumpily. "Without food, one becomes weak. I e
Apostate Little GhostWe awoke early. The sun had just begun to rise. We left our cage and waited. The sun slowly rose into the sky. We hated the light.
After the Masters had woken up, the pups were trained. Every time a new one made a single noise, the Cutting Tentacles hit their backs, until we pitied them.
We walked to them. The Masters stepped back. The new ones yapped and whined. We tackled them. We scratched, pushed and crushed them, but never bit. Never barked. Never warned.
When they were too weak to speak, we brought our faces close. "Hush," we said. "Hush." The Masters gave us raisins. We removed our masks and harnesses. We ate, we danced, we sang. The Masters watched. They smacked with their Cutting Tentacles. We didn't listen. Not this time.
I perked my ears. Someone answered our song. But no one heard. I sneaked to the fence. No one saw. An outsider was standing there. No one smelled. She looked at me. No one saw.
Her pelt was white. Like the snow that made me shiver. Her eyes were
Ghosts of OmbraWe crept to the entrance. The windows were dark. The Masters kept sleeping while our nails ticked on the ground. We could hear the footsteps now. A cloud shove before the moon, engulfing us in the shadows.
The group split up behind me, one half going to the left and the other half going to the right. They hid behind the fences and waited. I sneaked up the boulder in the middle of the gate. My harness rattled softly in the wind.
Ten two-legs were approaching the camp. They looked a little like the Masters, but didn't have the same Cutting Tentacles. Their deaf ears didn't hear our paws. Their blind eyes didn't see our silhouettes. I stared at them.
The cloud disappeared and we bathed in the moonlight. The others came closer without making a noise. No growl, snarl or snort escaped our throats. The two-legs stared at our masks. I could see the fear in their eyes.
Ghosts. That's what we were called. The Ghosts of Ombra. We came and faded like the mist.
No sound was made. No face was shown.
Unwanted LoveI breathed heavily. My fingertips slipped a few inches. I helplessly struggled to cling at the ledge, the only thing that kept me from falling into the ravine beneath my feet.
"I don't want to die," I whispered softly. It was true. I still had to discover the meaning of the amulet dangling around my neck. But I couldn't call for help. Idris would be faster than my holy protector. Rabbit would never be there before him.
I cringed when I looked down. The endless depth gaped at me, inviting my sore body hanging above him to join the cool darkness. It was alluring to just let go, not having to worry about Idris or my necklace.
"It looks like you're in trouble."
I slowly looked up. My muscles screamed in silence. My fingers couldn't hold on any longer. They let go.
A strong hand closed around my arm before I could fall. Idris pulled me on the ledge, grinning.
I fell on my knees when Idris released my arm. I gasped, shocked.
"Are you okay?"
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies Prize
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies
Mattie or Matthew turned to see a girl with (hair/length) (hair/color) hair and (eye/color) eye running toward him. He waited for her to get to him and catch her breath. When she did she smiled at him.
“I did it” she says holding up a paper
“Did what (Name)?” he asks
“I signed up for the food fair and got the country I wanted” (Name) answers
“Cool, which country did you chose?” he asks curiously
“Canada” she says simply
Matthews’s cheeks turn pink.
“What are you going to make?” he asks
“I have a bunch of maple flavored recipes I’m going to make and I have already started the info poster”
“I can help you if you want”
“No thanks, I want it to be a surprise”
(Name) winks at him the strolls away. After that Matthew barely saw (Name). She would wave at him, they would talk for a bit then she would leave and whenever he as
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: Battle
The Mystery Machine was driving down a bleak road in the middle of the forest. Shaggy and Scooby had to do all of the Mystery Solving, since the rest of the gang was on a vacation. They were looking for a rest stop, or, at least, a place to eat. Scooby had eaten all of their food for the trip.
"Jeez, Scoob, why do I have a feeling this might be more difficult without Fred, Daphine, and Velma?"
"Raggy, look, a sign!"
The sign spoke of an exit, about half a mile away. Shaggy stopped for a minute and examined the sign.
"On exit five, turn left, and you will find a small town, home of Freddy Fazbear's pizzerea. This famed Pizza restaurant makes some of the best Pizza 'round. Though make sure to leave by closing, as the restaurant is not responsible for any dismemberment and mutilation."
Scooby ran up to the window closest to Shaggy.
"Rid you say Pizza?"
"Yeah, Scoob! Let's go there, and besides, I wasn't paying attention at that last part anyways!"
Shaggy leapt into the front seat, and sta
A Letter from your SongsAnother oldie... Not a poem this time, but a letter written to song artist Stevie Nicks, (who has been a favorite of mine and a big inspiration to me for a very long time...since my teen years).
The letter is written to her using her songs. (which are shown in bold)
Has anyone ever written anything for you?
I have, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for: The beginning of The dance. For being there at the Edge of seventeen of my life. For showing me the sparkling beauty of the Silver spring. For the contrast of Leather and lace . For introducing me to Sarah. For embracing the world within your Dreams . For knowing your Destiny : and being the Kind of woman that you are; giving, Unconditional love. Even though Outside the rain wreaked
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)(WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a man turning into a woman. If this puts you off, feel free to pass this up.)
The Pogona Institution for the Magically Inclined; call it your real-world Hogwarts equivalent if you will. This was a prestigious college, located in far off in the Canadian wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and mirror-like lakes, beyond which the snow-covered mountains rise to dominate the skyline. The college itself was not unlike your modern campus grounds, only it featured more of an elegant decor than most other public educational establishments. Despite the absolutely beautiful view, this school was particularly private, and only those who prove themselves to be truly capable of wielding arcane forces are allowed to enter. This process is full of all sorts of challenges and troubles, but some people manage to make it in by the skin of their neck. Two such people are new students Aaron and Bennett, who had just enrolled a week ago.
America x reader: late night grocery shoppingI do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old, you are England's child
I felt my arm being shaken. "Hey...hey (name)...wake up!" I heard an American voice whisper. I opened my eyes slightly. "Alfie what time is it...and how did you get into England's house?" I groaned. "I picked the lock...come with me to the grocery store!" He said. I leaned up. "Okay...why?" I asked lazily throwing my feet over the bedside. "Because I ran out of coke and I need more but I don't wanna go alone." He said. I nodded as I tugged on a hoodie and held my arms up. "Carry me." I said. Alfred laughed and let me hop onto his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched everything move by me. Soon we got to the car and he put me in the passenger seat.
We drove quickly to the grocery store, however I didn't get to be carried because an angry woman yelled at us when we walked in with me on his back. So Alfred got a cart and let me sit in it. "Dang...someone needs a happy meal." Alfred said in a snappy t
Rentals"And that's how I ended up on this shelf!" I made sure to say with a smile on my face. The man across from me just tilted his head in confusion. "Is something still wrong? I thought I did a pretty good job at explaining why my head is here."
"Yeah, but..." he said while crossing his arms. He seemed to be at a loss for words. "Okay, I get that you're only being rented out and not actually for sale. But why are you actually.. ya know.. on?"
"What?" It took me a second to realize what he meant. But I got it. "Oh! Well that's easy. Since I volunteered for this, I'm left on so I can let people know why my head isn't for sale. I uh, hold on." I needed to blow my hair out of my face, since my hands were else where in the store. I wasn't getting much done, but thankfully the customer brushed my black hair behind my ear and out of my hair. "Thank you! Now where was I? Oh right. Normally there are a lot more rental heads out on display, but we are near closing time and I seem to be the last one
Barefoot Benefits 6It was a pleasantly hot summer day. Sally was in her backyard role-playing with her pokémon while Amanda and Brenda watched from foldable chairs.
“The brave heroes had finally made it to the giantess’s lair. As they rushed forward, the loud thuds of the giantess’ footsteps could be heard and grew louder and louder. The heroes skidded to a halt as the giantess walked forward into sight, eyeing them angrily with her club gripped tightly and her pet sitting upon her shoulders,” narrated Sally as she, Growlithe, and Lillipup each played their parts and Treecko rode on Sally’s shoulders.
“Growlithe growl, growlithe!” shouted Growlithe.
“Pup!” shouted Lillipup.
“Never! Your princess shall be my slave for eternity! Begone or be crushed!” said Sally.
“Treecko tree!” said Treecko with a nod.
Growlithe and Lillipup replied by growling angrily and standing ready to fight.
“So be it!” shouted Sally befor
The First One to Die
"I won't let you go any further."
His words cut through the silence. I looked at him with suspicion.
"What do you think?" I asked a nearby subordinate.
"Judging from the tail, head and stripes, this is a Collkubi, believed to be an extinct species. Probably the last one of it's kind. Body is made for jumping and fighting. Can't run very fast due its short legs and long neck. Hunts by jumping from high places and surprising its prey. Kills by biting in the neck of its victim while pinning its nails in the back. Has an incredible stamina and stubbornness. Doesn't give up before it or its opponent dies," he quickly analysed.
I nodded and thought for a second.
"What are you doing here? Our business doesn't concern you," I said.
"I'm just protecting what I have to protect."
"And that might be?"
"My hunting grounds."
It was clear he wasn't going to retreat, whatever I would say.
"In that case, you'll be the first one to die."
"We shall see," he answered.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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