Tumblr Prompt: Lucifer dies saving everyone. His dad brings him back 3 days later, Jesus-style. Except there's no tomb to crawl out of-- just a casket in the center of what's about to become a really, incredibly awkward funeral.
Poetry that so many people on this earth can relate to, it's filled with experience and emotion... Comment your thoughts!
This story is a slendytubbies story where po comes back after the Guardian "kills" her and she finds laalaa, im not explaining anymore because ill spoil it all, enjoy</3
This is a fanfic about the Pokespe characters living in the same house. Lots of antics, funnies and cool stuff. If you want a book with an actual conflict and stuff like that then look further because this book will have no evil characters or big plot twists! (Well, maybe a few ;) )
¤One last perfect verse, yet still the same old song. Oh Christ how I hate what I have become.¤"The two faced are a series of discarded genetic projects that developed severe side effects. Unpredictability and impulsivness was one of the most common. They were more than just 'hyper kids' they were monsters with faces. Or to be correct, two faces. And they knew it."¤Percy Jackson was part of the government project "hyper project one" under no consent as well as many other children. Ripped away from his home, he faces trials and outlash from his superiors and who knows how much he-all of them-can take?"¤"I don't know she t expect from you! You're out of control, you two faced freak, who are you?"
(This is apart of my own universe based of the KND, but my version.) After Numbuh 4 confesses to Numbuh 3 on accident during a concert, Numbuh 3 starts ignoring her.[A/N]06/23/2024Heyo! I've planned another story focusing on Numbuh 4 and Numbuh 3's relationship, so get ready for that! And I've also edited some bit here, so yeah.
Hi, my name is Ljyryn. in best friend with Loki, well at least I was, you see 11 mounths ago I was banished from Asgard you know that planet with the big palace made of gold yeah well that's were I grew up. I was a simple house girl I ran from house to house from palace to palace to deliver the mail really anything important but even know my parents didn't like it I secretly practiced weaponry I soon became a really good armmsmen well woman in my case. One day I was running late it was on of my days of but I had promised Mrs and Mr Kaurreik that I would watch there children when they went out and got some thing for the house. the first child was Drarl he was 7 well he is 700 in Asgardian years and then his younger brother Skym he is only 5 also only 500 in Asgardian years. they had begged me to take them out side only for them to run around threw the market place when I had chased them trying to catch them hint word trying (the gods weren't very favourable in that one) when I had bumped into someone they had grabbed my upper arm to prevent me from falling I shoved him of "don't touch me" when he had asked if I was aright as I stormed of aft the two meddling kids I had noticed that the person I had bumped into was infact male and that he had stunning green eyes when I looked into them I saw a meadow and his long midnight black hair that's when I had noticed that the fact that that man was infact LOKI the Asgardian PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!! He had probably never been so insulted in his life as I walk past a armour shack I see in the reflection of a shield that he is watching me while the others were making fun of him probably because Thor has all the woman all over him while Loki repulses girls. well not me, that was about to change.
Порой оказаться не в том месте и не в то время даже хорошо. Даже хорошо, что ты не родная в своем доме. Кто ты ? И в ледяном городе лежат все ответы на вопросы, а у предложившей контракт миледи есть скрытая цель. Весь путь и все ответы лежат через тернистое сердце снежного лорда?
Sup up your beer and collect your fagsThere's a row going on down near sloughGet out your mat and pray to the westI'll get out mine and pray for myselfThought you were smart when you took them onBut you didn't take a peep in their artillery roomAll that rugby puts hairs on your chestWhat chance have you got against a tie and a crest?Hello-hurrah, what a nice day, for the Eton riflesHello-hurrah, I hope rain stops play, with the Eton riflesThought you were clever when you lit the fuseTore down the house of commons in your brand new shoesCompose a revolutionary symphonyThen went to bed with a charming young thingHello-hurrah, cheers then mate, its the Eton riflesHello-hurrah, an extremist scrape, with the Eton riflesWhat a catalyst you turned out to beLoaded the guns then you run off home for your teaLeft me standing, like a guilty (naughty) schoolboyWe came out of it naturally the worstBeaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirtWe were no match for their untamed witThough some of the lads said they'll be back next weekHello-hurrah, there's a price to pay, to the Eton riflesHello-hurrah, I'd prefer the plague, to the Eton riflesHello-hurrah, there's a price to pay, to the Eton riflesHello-hurrah, I'd prefer the plague, to the Eton rifles