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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.)
Guide to Enchanted CostumesThank you for purchasing an enchanted costume from Witch's Wardrobe. The costume can be put on just like any other: simply insert your head and limbs into the costume and zip up the zipper on the chest or back. The similarities end there, though: once the costume is fully on, it fuses to your body and the zipper falls off, meaning you now ARE the creature you're dressing up as!
When you want to take the costume off, simply press the zipper back into place. This will reverse the enchantment and separate the costume from its wearer, allowing it to be taken off normally.
Is it safe to wear a costume over another costume?
Yes. In fact, you can stack as many costumes as you want with no ill effects-- just try not to lose track of who you really are!
My zipper got lost or broken! Am I stuck in my costume forever?
Of course not! Costume zippers are interchangeable, and you can buy replacement zippers at any Witch's Wardrobe
Discord's Counter-Agent -Gift-When the D virus infected ~lizardman22's gallery, one character in particular was on to it almost from the beginning.
Hisspan Down was the perfect counter-agent against Discord, the corporeal avatar the virus had sent into her world. Besides being the wife of the virus's target, she was friends with pretty much everyone in her setting, so she always had someone to go to when she needed a particular service. On top of that, her ability to detect blood pressure fluctuations and see in infra-red made spying all the easier.
As Discord stayed in the Valley of Venom, awaiting his chance to strike, Hisspan was setting things in motion herself, things that would eventually lead to the virus's defeat.
It was the day of Discord's arrival, shortly after he'd been shown around town. Hisspan opened the door to the house of Oceania "Teardrop" Otter without hesitation, glancing over her shoulder as she did. She closed the door as soon as she entered.
Living A Nightmare -Trade-"NO!"
Wolfen's heart pounded as he sat up in bed, his fur damp with sweat. The expression on his face was one of fear and uneasiness.
Beside him, Hisspan stirred, then woke up as well.
"The nightmare again?"
"The nightmare again," the wolf moaned.
Very recently, a recurring nightmare had started to plague Wolfen's dreams. In it, he was a roboticized wolf again, on a murderous rampage through the Valley of Venom. He was an unstoppable killing machine, slaughtering adults and children alike without mercy. Then he ran into Hisspan, who begged him to stop... and he killed her just as mercilessly. That was always when he woke up.
Hisspan shook her head. "This has to come to an end. Whatever's causing that nightmare, we've got to put a stop to it."
"I couldn't agree more. Does your mother have any remedies for nightmares?"
"No... Marie deals more in physical issues. Why don't you try Tashako? He's a great listener; telling your woes
Sadie and the Bus CrashMy name is Sadie, and I'm a sorceress in training at the Dragon's Glade Academy of Magic.
I've already told you the story of the day I missed the magic bus to school, only to turn myself into a griffon by accident in my attempts to arrange alternative transportation for myself.
For days after that, I devoted my spare time to reviewing that spell and figuring out how it happened. I rewrote the spell a bit, working out the kinks and making the whole thing much simpler. I even touched it up so the transformation could undo itself when I touched down at home; that way I could "commute" both ways.
I haven't ridden the bus since. Flying to school and back as a griffon is a heck of a lot more fun than spending twenty boring and awkward minutes stuck in a stagecoach car; it's also faster and more convenient. I've never even gotten in trouble for it.
Well, okay, that isn't quite true. There was this one time.
I was flying to school as usual, tagging along with the
Sadie Misses the BusMy name is Sadie, and I'm a sorceress in training.
If that sounds exciting, I don't blame you. I was excited, too, until my first day at the Dragon's Glade Academy of Magic... and after that it was really boring.
The art of crafting and casting spells is... well, to compare it to a more mundane level of study, it's very similar to computer programming. Spells are written in a special magic language and compiled just like computer code. You craft your first "Hello World" spell and from there it's all uphill.
Still, I try to be a good student. I pay as much attention as I can in class (which isn't very much), I do all my homework, and I study at home.
I'm a horridly antisocial person, so I don't live on campus. I commute there and back via magic bus. Well, it's not so much a "bus" as a multi-car stagecoach drawn by two pegasi. The cars are enchanted to be virtually weightless, so the pegasi can fly the bus through the air without strain.
Death followed my father home.Death bought a new pair of shoes from my father. It left and hit a woman right in front of my father’s store. It dragged her thirty feet across the parking lot before speeding off, leaving her to bleed in front of Target. It brought my father out of his shoe store to direct traffic around the body, blood trickling against his shoes. It tapped the shoulder of an employee with CPR training. It got blood all over his clothes and sent him home early for the day when there was nothing he could do.
Death followed my father home. It called my father’s cell phone with an invitation he couldn’t turn down. It put a new playlist in my father’s Pandora shuffle that brought him to tears. It picked out the finest formal wear my father owned and laid it on the bed. It cancelled the plans my father had with his grandson.
Death gave my nephew an empty balloon. My father took it away before he could choke. It wheezed a skeletal laugh and patted the boy on the head.
a youth without flowerswake up, dress in your sunday best - that white church dress with the ribbon collar wound tight like a noose around your neck. don't wince when mamma pulls your hair back into twin tails, even though your scalp feels like it'll split open.
get in the back seat. wonder why your uncle is driving the family car down wheezy roads, but only wonder silently. from the back seat you see his fat old stomach wobble as the ford jostles down a gravel road toward church. apologize to mamma when your head smacks into the window - it's your fault, anyway.
smile like your daddy is the preacher, but don't seem too happy. mamma told you that today is a sad day. this thought rattles around in your tiny head; it doesn't make sense. how can the sky be as blue as a bird's belly on a sad day? there aren't many clouds in the sky.
don't fuss when mamma pulls you away from the kids playing ball underneath the big oak tree. she's only doing that to help you - you wouldn't want those pretty black shoes to get scu
Blood Regent: FaithfulThe beads were cold on his fingertips. The old brick of the church smelled of mold; corroded by the decades of winds breezing up from the loch.
“O my God, I am heartfully sorry for having offended thee,” he rolled the bead along the edge of his finger. The words spilled from his lips, memorized but still genuine. He lifted the stick until the candle finally breathed flame.
“- and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment, but most of all because I have offended Thee my God…”
“Garrett,” a voice called from behind him.
“- Who is all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve…”
“Garrett, haven’t you asked enough?” Garrett felt a hand brush his shoulder. His scar rubbed against the cloth and the feeling was unpleasant.
“That is the point of repentance, Duncan. It will never be enough. Leave me to my prayers, please.”
Garrett watched Duncan’s shadow dance across the walls. He p
Generations - Through the Years1956
“So tell me, do you think I can get away with this on the beach at Nice?”
Helen Forbes looked over at her daughter and said “I don’t know – you don’t think it shows a little too much?”
Katherine smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Nah – I don’t think so,” she said with a smile. The sleeveless white blouse was open at the neck, the lapel folded back, and her red shorts had little pockets at the front. Her outfit was completed with a pair of white heeled sandals.
“I still think it’s a little showy,” Helen said as she went back to packing her daughter’s case. Her mother was wearing a blue blouse, the neck open and the lapels pressed back, and a knee length red cotton skirt that buttoned up the front, with white open toed shoes.
“Come on Mum – what did you wear when you were my age?”
“Short dresses, long socks and pigtails,”
Not a Date, simply an InteractionA lanky, slightly scruffy yet well-dressed man sat in the ornate cast iron chair provided him by the street-side cafe. His icy blue eyes were squinted with the kind of hatred only confidence, or arrogance, can bring a man, and his form is covered with a crimson and black pinstripe suit. This man had shooed away his waiter several times that evening as he gazed at the other tables, absent-mindedly sipping the merlot in his fluted wine glass. He was about to move over to a table where a lone, middle-aged woman sat when his vision was blocked with a feminine form dressed in blue. "I hope you don't mind the company," the stranger said politely, her voice like silk ribbons dancing in the ocean. "But I saw you were alone, and thought you could use the presence of another human." The man sneered, looking over the woman in front of him. She was clothed in an backless, single shoulder indigo-transitioning-to-cobalt dress, and her clear blue eyes were surrounded with smoky make-up of a similar h
SethEn la oscuridad del origen del mundo definí mi destino
La llave de la verdad yace enterrada en lo profundo de mi alma
Mi sangre inerte clama por el conocimiento perdido.
.:Selfish:.I’m just a little bit cowardly
A little bit selfish
Holding onto a blind wish
I’m the one who cries while others laugh
Counts the cars that pass
Hands out my trust too fast
I’m the one who chases down falling stars
Dreams too big
Loves too hard
I’m the one who notices everything
Yet nothing at all
The one who would jump off a cliff
Just to see who stops my fall
I’m the one who wishes-
Wishes a lot
That whenever I say “I’m okay”
You would just hug me
And say, “I know you’re not …”
But I’m also the one who laughs
Even when I have no reason to
The one who smiles
Because there’s nothing else to do
The one who spends all her days
Wanting it to be night
And all her nights
Just waiting for morning light
I would wait for hours just to talk to you
Even if you wouldn’t do the same for me
I would complement you daily
Until you finally agree
And that is why my
By the sea shoreThere's a sound like the ocean when you put your ear to a conch shell. Or it's supposed to be the ocean. Lynn's always thought otherwise.
It's the sound of pulling and pushing and sighing and rushing.
Feral, fierce echoes.
There's a bone in your ear that's shaped like a shell. Lynn thinks that's why the conch is so special; it’s a link, a familiarity that grasps as deep as your bones.
She found her conch on a trip to Cedar Key, with Tommy and Lizzie and Helen. They wandered along the sand, skipping in and out of waves, watching the water eat the shore. Lynn liked the way each wave flattened along the beach, grasping greedy at her toes. Tommy and Lizzie whooped war cries at seagulls. Helen chased a hermit crab from the tide line to a tidal pool. Lynn gathered driftwood and seaglass, searching for the perfect natural knicknack. The conch shell was half-buried in seaweed. She washed it, standing calf-deep in the body of the
Commission: veenderEverything was dark. All he saw was darkness. Painbolt was conscious. His sight was hidden by a black blindfold. The young brown haired man tried to move, but his body was bonded in tight ropes and was seated in a wooden chair. Painbolt moved his lips, but what came up were muffled cries and grunts. Where was he? Why was he tied? And more importantly, why was he kidnapped?! Finally, the gag and blindfold were ripped from his face. Painbolt opened and blinked his eyes to see a group of scientists standing in front of him.
He shouted, “What’s going on?! Who are you people?!” The people didn’t answer, but they moved a bit and a woman walked towards him. Painbolt recognized her. It was his annoying rival The Muse. She was a redhead with a black dress with yellow outlines.
The Muse smiled very mischievously, “Hello, my friend! Guess what?! I have a new experiment I want to show you!”
Painbolt grimaced, “Oh, god! Not one of your s
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