Hello and welcome to my page
Voltron Legendary Defender Seven in Heaven -Intro
“Well, it looks like the castle's power is going to be off for quite some time. I'll have it fixed as soon as I can, but I'm afraid that's not going to be any time soon.” Entering the darkened room, Coran let out an exasperated sigh. “Might as well find something to do until then. I'll tell the refugees to get comfortable.”
Allura offered an idea not even a full second later. “This is the perfect opportunity for you all to work on your training and teamwork. You all need all the help you can get.”
“Come on man, we train all the time.” Lance groaned, completely disenchanted with her suggestion. “We should use this time to do something fun. Besides, with the power out we can't use the training deck.”
“We could still train.” Keith crossed his arms and scoffed at Lance's protests. “You're just making excuses.”
“I'm with Lance on this one.” Before Lance could defend him
Relinquish [Yandere!Alucard x Noble!Reader]
He merely grabs your wrists, and that alone makes you realize the sheer power within his form.
And this does not even contain a fraction of it...
The silver moonlight streaming through the window, the white and coral lace of your curtains, the licking of the golden flames within your hearth, the black of his coat and his pristine shirt, wrinkling beneath, all become a melded blur of nothing.
All you note, all you perceive is the smoldering of his crimson eyes, and the glimmering of his pearled fangs.
Despite his many nocturnal visits, you speak not a word of this to your family of noble birth. After all, the golden band adorning your finger binds you to another. Your fate is tied to someone of your parents’ choosing, someone who can continue your family line, someone who brings status to your noble family name. Day in, day out, you are under their intense supervision. You feel trapped, unable to escape.
Until the veil of night encircles you, a shadow creeps int
Cool [Genos x Sick!Reader]
Frankly, hot was not even a strong enough word to full depict these grueling sensations your body tortured you with, but honestly, your mind was too much of a muddle to conjure up anything else.
Falling ill as a child proved, in its own strange way, a vacation. You at least did not have to go to school and face responsibilities.
But, as an adult, with those responsibilities piling high, sickness proved nothing more than anxiety inducing, if not panic attack worthy. All you could obsess over were the unanswered e-mails and letters, the taxes, the rent, the texts and voice mails cramming your phone.
All the obligations...
All the responsibilities...
“I think I’m dying...”
“You have contracted a strand of nasopharyngitis, otherwise known as the common cold. While frequent symptoms include coughing, sore throat, nasal drainage, and fever, it is not considered fatal.
The Portrait [Noble!Sebastian x Artist!Reader] AU
"An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them."
Inheriting nothing but an easel and brush, telling the story of the world around you through color and patterns was the only source of income you could provide for yourself. In a simple, vacant cottage did you dwell, accompanied by the rambunctious sounds of the city: the clacking of horse hooves against stone roads, rattling the carriages they pulled; the laughter and screaming of little ragamuffins, cheeks stained with dirt, as they batted their hoops down the sidewalks; dogs barking at every passerby; mothers huddling together at the corners, whispering the latest gossip.
Perfect scenes to reach the little universe that was your canvas. Here, you could emulate the beauties and the darkness hidden within the unseen crevices of life, fissures only seen by the strange, magnified vision given to artists. These creators, with only a stroke of a brush or tainting their parchments with blac
Signed [Juuzou x Investigator!Reader]
“Can I sit with you?”
So long had you spent staring at your fingers, gripping the wooden chopsticks, you failed to realize the world of reality surrounding you. Triggering a little jump in your seat, a lithe figure practically hovered over you, boring his stare into your skull.
“Juuzou!” you piped. “You scared me! I didn’t hear you!”
“It’s alright!” he said with a grin. “I just want to sit with you! Is that okay, investigator?”
Scratching the back of your head, you took a minute to observe the boy: crimson eyes, wide and gleaming, snowy hair tossed about his shoulders, fastened back with vibrant pins, and vibrant, vermillion yarn threaded into his placid skin.
He was known not only for his extraordinary physical ability, but his fits of insanity, his sadistic streak, his boundless energy, and reckless conduct. Despite his advancement in years, he resembled such a young, imaginative lad with his head
Exquisite [Amon x Ghoul!Reader]
A beautiful, deep shade of red, like the most luxurious of velvet or the richest of wines ...
A smile tugged at your lips as you gazed into the Investigator’s eyes.
Deep pools of blue doused in hues of green, like the clear waters of a nighttime oasis...
Skin pale like the glow of a full moon, and locks ebony like the midnight sky...
It was strange of you to love someone from afar, especially one out to exterminate your kind.
But, his strength and passion for his work sparked something inside you.
For once, you found a little meaning in your droll life as a ghoul.
Finally, you could dispose of your role as the hunter,
and become the hunted instead.
Running from him sent chills down your spine. Hiding from him gave you the same thrills as a child playing hide and seek in the dark. You adored watching his expression of extreme frustration as he failed to locate you, the clenching of his fists, the bulging veins beneath hi
101 ways to annoy shadowthis is for all of you shadow fans!
101 ways to annoy Shadow the Hedgehog. *
1.Call Maria a fat cow. (could get you killed)
2.Tally up on a piece of paper how many times in one year he says I am the ultimate life form then show it to him on new years day.
3.Shock him with a joy buzzer.
4.Make him play tea party with your sister, niece, or cousin.
5.brake his picture of Maria and graffiti on it with a sharpie marker.
6.Yell bleep every time he cusses.
7.Act like his mom and send him to the naughty chair every time he tries to do something desrtuctive.
8.Make his T.V. stuck on PBS so that he goes stir crazy.
9.Beat him at his own videogame.
10.Bring him to my school and make him sit through our history course.
11.Tell him that he got invited to the Kids Choice Awards and laugh when security kicks him out.
12.Tell him youll give him $130,000 if he kisses Amy, then if he does it have your fingers crossed.
13.Put paint in his shoes; blame it on Knuckles.
You're My Monster: Shadow x Reader Ch. 1Chapter One: Catastrophe
You clamped your teeth down on your tongue to contain the yawn that threatened to escape.
Class had been going on for about two hours now, and you were already dead tired and wanted to lay in bed. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to stay up until two in the morning while playing games with your roommates, but it was too late now and you paid the price. You guessed it was worth it though, you did have fun last night. Plus it meant you were getting closer to your roommates.
Several months ago, your parents sent you to this boarding school. No, it wasn't because of some punishment reason or something like that. It was because the school was known for sculpting intelligent students who became successful later in life, and your parents wanted you to be like that. They often pushed you, sometimes a little too hard, to get good grades and to always study, so they thought going to the boarding school would be good for you. It didn't really matter if you agreed with the
Feel It In My Bones (Undertaker x Reader)
Feel It In My Bones
(Undertaker x Reader)
(Author’s Note: This was a request from “JustCre8ive22”. I hope you enjoy it! This is my first Undertaker x Reader…so sorry if he’s OOC [I am not very familiar with his character]. Thanks for reading n_n!)
You glanced around the dreary funeral parlor with a look of skepticism about you. There were cobwebs everywhere, the lights were dim, and coffins were strewn everywhere. None of these things really scared you, though. Actually…nothing scared you. You weren’t overly courageous or so stupid that things didn’t affect you; you just didn’t feel fear like a normal human.
You heard a low creaking sound and turned to see one of the coffins slowly opening. A hand curled its way around the edge of the lid and you saw the shimmer of a golden eye. You arched an eyebrow as someone stuck their head out.
“Greetings!” The person chuckled. It was a man with pale ski