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The Prize Machine -???-Nobody in town seemed to know where the machine had come from. It just appeared one morning in Toon Town's park, with no sign of whoever or whatever had brought it there. It looked just like one of the little trinket/candy dispensers in grocery stores where you put a quarter in and get something, but this one was huge. The whole thing was about a story and a half tall, and loaded with various toys and knickknacks, each one sealed inside a half-red-half-clear plastic capsule about the size of a sports ball.
A crowd surrounded the machine all morning. People were gawking at the machine, taking pictures of it, speculating about why it was there, and trying in vain to get it to dispense something.
Then Lizzie and Abbe arrived on the scene.
"C'mon, Sis!" Lizzie exclaimed, literally dragging Abbe through the crowd. "Everyone's talking about it! We've got to see it!"
Abbe said nothing. The blue wolf was also anxious to see the prize machine; sh
The Cardboard BoxWhen a child sees a cardboard box, he sees a rocket ship.
Or he sees a time machine. Or he sees a tugboat.
Or a portal to another world. Or an airplane. Or a mountain.
A secret hideout, a tank, a submarine, a race car, a dungeon. All of them are possibilities to a child.
When an adult sees a cardboard box, he sees a cardboard box.
Character profile: Makora"Watch this. I'm going to climb to the top of the chieftain's home and shake my rattle there to draw attention. Yeah, I'll probably get in trouble, but it'll be worth it!" --Makora
Type of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verse
Name: Makora Samakori (muh-KORE-uh SAH-mah-kore-ee)
Age: Around 15
Race/species: Banded rattlesnake (Mobian, Aganre-style)
Weapon of choice: Bo staff
Family and associates:
Eldest of four siblings. Daughter of Torimo Sakamori, one of the Aganre tribe's best woodworkers. Single; too young for Tests of the Gods.
Makora has the standard Aganre build. She has blue eyes. Her primary body color is a bright orange (#FF8000), interrupted regularly by dark gray (#3F3F3F) "bands" encircling her neck, arms, and body. The band:non-band ratio is about 1:2, and each band is a few inches thick. Her tail ends in a beige r
Character profile: Anya"Look at the fish. They recognize and avoid danger. They succumb to temptation. They can be tricked or ambushed. On a certain primitive level, they are just like us." --Anya
Type of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verse
Name: Anya Marasaka (all the A's are short)
Age: Between 25 and 30
Race/species: Reticulated python (Mobian, Aganre-style)
Weapon of choice: Spear
Family and associates:
Second-oldest of five siblings. Single; has never tied or lost a Test of the Gods. May or may not have a crush on Jaro Kanoso.
Anya has the typical Aganre snake build (round head, serpentine lower body without legs, etc.), and her eyes are blue. Her coloring has a "background" of dark green (#00B300), and four thick stripes of a darker, almost-black green (#004D00) that start on her forehead, branching out in an X shape, and proceed diagonally
Character profile: Jaro"They say an army marches on its stomach. They obviously didn't have the Aganre tribe in mind when they came up with that sentiment, but I can certainly understand where it comes from." --Jaro
Type of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verse
Name: Jaro Kanoso (JARE-oh kuh-NO-so)
Age: Around 25
Race/species: Lowland swamp viper (Mobian, Aganre-style)
Weapon of choice: Katana
Family and associates:
Eldest of three siblings. Single; would like to find a mate, but hasn't been chosen for a Test of the Gods yet.
Jaro has the standard Aganre snake build, with a round head and a serpentine lower body without legs. His eyes are green, and he has small white fangs.
His markings are standard for a viper of his species, but still hard to describe. His "base" color is a light brown / dark orange, around #CC9900.
The Aganre SnakesOverview and History
The Aganre (uh-GONE-ree) civilization consists of a village of Mobian snakes of many different species; they skirt a curious line between tribal and modern, and a large part of their culture is centered around battle training (more on that later). They withdrew themselves from the world long ago due to belief that it had grown weak, but have recently realized how cold and primitive this living style has made them. Since then they have attempted to modernize and become more welcoming to visitors, although they still maintain many of the old traditions.
An Aganre snake is built with arms, but no legs-- it has a serpentine tail for a lower body, like a naga. The females of the race do not have breasts, and apart from eyelashes are visually indistinguishable from the males. An adult snake's full body length is about two and a half times the average Mobian's height. Their eyes are normal, and t
Siren's Song -Trade-"A bottle o' rum and a seaworthy ship, that be what you need for a fine pirate trip... that BE what you NEED for a... aargh, no, no! Th' rhythm on that be all wrong!"
Havoc Down let out a sigh. The Calico Anne was currently passing through uninhabited waters, nary an island or rival ship in sight. The Mobian pirate wolf was attempting to stave off the boredom by trying to compose new sea shanties, but wasn't having much luck stringing anything workable together.
That lass from the Valley made songwritin' look so easy. Alright, from th' top...
Taking a deep breath, Havoc began his makeshift song again, then again, but couldn't produce anything that sounded like a proper shanty. Just as he was about to give up, an uncannily pleasant harmony of words and melody entered his head. A smile crossed his face as he began again.
"Come here, oh sailors, follow our song, come for a visit... and... ... ...wait a sec, that be no pirate shanty. How in
They Caught YouThey've caught you.
They've turned you.
You're one of them now.
You're bound to their world now. You can never leave.
You will live out the rest of your life in their world, as one of them.
Not a day will pass by that you won't miss your home and your old friends and family. You know you will never have a chance to see them again.
They will try to comfort you. They will try to convince you that being one of them isn't so bad. But it won't help in the slightest.
You are one of them now, and will be forever.
(Still image of you as one of them, looking very sad.)
TracksWhen I was a child, my mother took me to see the frozen carcass of a wolf hit in the winter. The train had cut the animal clean in half - it’s forelegs and head lay on one side of the tracks, it’s hindquarters on the other. It was petrified in time and perfectly preserved by ice, its mouth still curved into a startled snarl. Those tracks had scared me ever since. But they didn’t scare you. I don’t think anything did.
You held out your hand, bare feet on wooden planks and metal. Drunk on Birthday Cake Vodka (stolen from your sister), we’d tumbled into the forest in nothing but our bikinis and wandered to the tracks. You laughed and said you’d done it a thousand times, promised I’d love it.
I took your hand hesitantly. My palms were cold and sweaty - a fact which always made me self-conscious. You didn’t seem to notice as you tugged me down the twisting path. The rocks between planks stung as they poked into my feet and the metal was icy co
ConnectionsI rifle through the vinyls, letting my touch linger on each one before moving on. They all feel cold and lifeless, inhuman and unfeeling. I can sense a faint call in the base of my brain, a plea for companionship. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, trying to pinpoint where it's coming from. My hand hovers over the bin to my right before I reach in, my movements cautious. My fingers glide against a cover, and this one feels different than the others. I pull it out, sliding the case off and turning the record in my hands. It's old, and I can see the lines where its previous owner placed the needle. Some parts are denser than others where the song was played hundreds of times.
The cashier looks at me strangely when I bring it to the front, no doubt wondering why I didn't get any of the vintage, mint condition, collectible records. She asks whether I want a bag and I decline, opting to carry the vinyl close to my heart as I walk home. The sky above is grey, and I can smell an oncoming
Meal: Six (6) Maine red lobster tails
One (1) bowl of black caviar
One (1) glass of Chardonnay
One (1) scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, topped with dark chocolate ganache and a Maraschino cherry.
Comments: Garbage. I always knew rich people were full of shit.
Meal: One (1) pepperoni pizza from Little Caesar’s.
One (1) waffle cone, chocolate
Meal: One (1) bottle of Clear American, Fuji Apple flavor
Two (2) Payday candy bars.
Meal: Two (2) fried chicken legs
One (1) bowl of mashed potatoes, brown gravy
One (1) bowl of creamed corn
One (1) glass of milk
One (1) slice of peach pie
Comments: Just like Mom used to make.
Meal: One (1) bowl of tomato soup
One (1) grilled cheese
One (1) serving of spaghetti squash
One (1) Jello vanilla pudding
Meal: One (1) bowl of spaghetti
Two (2) Olive Garden breadsticks
One (1) bag of buttered popcorn, dusted with
America X Reader Emergency First Aid KitAmerica X Reader Emergency First Aid Kit
“Alright, let’s get the emergency travel kit ready”
“Do we really need it?”
“Yes we do, now let’s go through the check list”
“Fine, I’m ready”
“Alright, band aids?”
“Do we really need that?”
“Yes, now do we have it?”
“…Alfred, why are condoms on the list?”
“Cause we’ll need ‘em”
“No we won’t”
“If not then what are we supposed to do?”
“Sight see, maybe visit a few historical places”
“But I want to have sex”
“No condoms, No sex”
“What was that!?”
Hetalia x reader Prologue
The schoolbell rang throught the hallways of your school and all the doors flew open. That means one thing: A schoolday was finally over. As the doors opened everyone walked outside. Some were running happily and some were taking it slowly, including you. You walked out with your schoolbag around your shoulder and sighed in relief. You were glad that it was finally, because for you it was really boring and you couldn't wait to read some Hetalia fanfiction on your laptop. You waved your best friend goodbye with a smile and walked away with a tired smile.
You walked inside with tired (e/c) eyes and a frown on your face. You leaned against the door, looked down at the floor and sighed. You never felt so tired after school.
"Are you okay, honey?" A voice said. You looked up and saw your mom in front of you with worried (e/c) eyes. She walked over to you and put a hand on your forehead. "Hmm. No fever. But you really don't look good." she said
breathing the deepPapa isn't coming home again tonight.
He said to me over the telephone that the road is too long, and that it takes too much time for him to get from his office to mommy's place.
Last week he'd said that the streets are too dark, and that there are some things that even grown-ups are scared of.
The week before that, he'd promised me and said that he was coming, yes, definitely, but then he never showed up at all.
But maybe next week he'll come.
Yes, next week.
Julia, you really should be going to sleep.
I know, mommy. I think I'll wait by the window for a little longer.
Just in case.
Hetalia x reader part 1
You don't know how long you both looked at each other, but it felt like forever for you. His eyes later softened and he smiled. He suddenly walked towards the bed and your heart started to beat faster as he came. You also started to blush as he stopped in front of you.
"It's good that you're awake, aru." he said as his smile widened. Your blush increased and you really want to hug him, but you couldn't because your head still hurts and you didn't want to surprise him.
"Who are you? What are you going to do with me?" you asked timidly. You knew who he was, but you didn't want him to know that you already know him from Hetalia and from your dreams. He frowned at you as he saw your fear in your (e/c) eyes.
"It's okay. Me and my friends don't want to hurt you, aru" he said softly. You knew that he and the others don't want to hurt you, but you thougt that they were the ones that kidnapped you. Your fear decreased a little and you nodded in under
Electronics Company Buys, Evicts OrphanagePower Button Electronics, the multimillion-dollar company behind the PowerPhone and the PowerPlayer game console, has announced yesterday that it has purchased the property known as the Maple Leaf Orphanage and will be evicting its entire population of 34 orphans to the streets.
In an interview on the same day as the announcement, spokesperson Bertram Button has stated that PBE is planning to convert the location into a new retail store. He has declined concern for the orphans' well-being, stating that "orphans are too poor to afford electronics and too young and unskilled to perform any sort of work, and therefore are of neither value nor interest to the company".
The orphanage's former owner, Donna Star, has said she opposed the sale at every juncture, but PBE used (in her words) "some legal gobbledygook" to go around her and purchase the property anyhow.
This is not PBE's first interaction with the orphanage. Last year, Donna requested that the company donate a small col
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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