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I had this doll for quite a while now. It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember. Because this is the one that would be the death of me. I lived a

    All is well in Stark Tower. There are no threats to the city. Everyone is safe. The Avengers are all relaxed. No one is on a mission. Indeed, everything is peaceful.    "LOKIIIIII!!!!!"    Everyone leaps up as you come storming into the lounge. Literally. A black cloud with flashes of light follows close behind you.    Loki stops reading when a pair of legs stops in front of him. He lazily brings his eyes upwards, trailing slowly over your figure before landing on a scowl.    "You touched my stuff." You growl accusingly.    "What ever makes you believe that?" Loki stares at you with a blank expression.    "What did you take, b

(A/N: Here is the link to the song: https://youtu.be/Ojt0eiFX1K4) For the first time in his life, Legolas was shaking. Afraid. His hands and boots were bloodied, his quiver empty. Through the piles of stinking, festering orc and human corpses, he searched for you. You were never supposed to be on the battlefield, but he knew how you felt about leaving the men to do everything, while you stayed back home, cowering. Somehow, Legolas knew that you would be here. Pelennor Field was vast, but never so for Legolas. He was on a mission. If he had to, he would search all of Middle Earth to make sure you were okay. But, you weren't. From only a sma

Verse: (The universe your character belongs to. Can be original or fanfiction. [Ex: Original : The name of your book, movie, game or whatever. Fanfiction: Pokemon, Star Trek, Naruto, ect.) Date: (The date this sheet was completed.) Full Name: (Self explanatory) Pronunciation: (Self explanatory) Nickname/Alias: (Does your character have a pet name, fake identity, or any other thing they like to go by? Put it here.) Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.) O

"Well, look what we have here!" You heard the voice behind you say. You sigh, rolling you eyes. "Ghirahim, what little prank are you going to play on me now?" You say, facing away from him. "Prank? What prank? I'm not playing a prank!" He said, folding his arms. You let out a sarcastic laugh, still refusing to look at him. "Oh come on, last time you said something like that, I ended up with about nine loftwing eggs in my hair, and it took three showers to rid the smell!" "But (Name), this time I am not willing to play a prank on you. Please turn around!" He pleaded, with a childish tone in his voice. "Ghirahim, no!" You say, stomping you

You panted as Kid assaulted your neck with pleasure. He kissed and licked and bit you in all the places that he knew would make you melt. You moaned loudly as your hands buried themselves in his silky, jet black locks. “Kid…” He groaned a bit as he smashed his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. He loved how smooth your (s/c) skin was. How you would moan his name. “Oh god, Kid…” “Kid! Kid!” You vigorously shook the sleeping shinigami before you. Kid gasped as he suddenly sat up, nearly panting. A thin blanket of sweat covered his entire body as he scanned his surroundings. “Dude, w

                                                                                                                       ~Repayment  Its been 5 months since the infection outbreak, first it started out with just reagular zombies, then the infection developed and made new zombies, we call them "Special Infected"....  You sat at your desk in the last known C.E.D.A lab, typing fiercly at the receant lab reports.It was your job to take the lab results and type them down, print them and file them.You also store all the reports on a flash drive for 'just in case' moments. We are desperatly trying to find a cure for the poor people who became infec

Crash (Death the Kid x Reader) “Alrighty!” You smiled broadly as the latch on your door clicked open.  The hinges gave off a slight screech as you pressed forward into the dark apartment.  Kid followed closely behind, his eyes a bit weary from lack of sleep.  “Now remember, my home is your home.  Just don’t go snooping through my dresser, okay?” Kid’s posture became rigid at the very suggestion.  “I would never—” he stopped mid-sentence as his foot became imbedded in some sort of box.  He tried shaking it off, but failed.  After a moment, you flipped the light-switch on to reveal that he

You sat on your red cloth couch flipping through channels on your T.V. waiting for your lovely boyfriend to return home.  He was running late as usual, probably off somewhere hunting down the sea-salt ice cream you were craving. Yes you were conforming to the stereotype, pregnant women looooooove ice cream. You however preferred tomatoes instead of pickles and were currently eating one raw now. You sighed and settled on your favorite show (Fave Show). After a few minutes of viewing pleasure, you heard a familiar motorcycle drive up to the outside of your apartment. You heaved your, currently, large self up off of the couch and onto your swoll

I see you from the sky And I wonder how long it will take me to get home I wait for an hour or so at the carousel I have a cigarette to pass the time 'cause the traffic's hell You body was filled with excitement and nervousness. It had been so long since you had last seen him. You were worried what he was going to say when you knocked on his door and he opened it only to find you. You had left rather abruptly, being forced to go on a mission in a country that was too far for your liking. Tony was even more upset than you when you said that you were going. You had no choice. Going on such missions was your job. Tony always insisted that you d

Draco Malfoy in love with a Muggleborn? That was laughable. He, Draco Malfoy the Slytherin Prince, absolutely did not have feelings for a certain (h/c) that resided in the Gryffindor house. He absolutely did not. He did not steal glances at her. Nor did he watch her as she laughed at her sister, Hermione, and their friends’ antics. No, he absolutely did not do any of those things. … Then why when she spoke, does his voice get caught in his throat? Or why he’s always rendered Immobulus when she looked at him? Why he can’t throw her a witty comeback whenever she insults him? She is his mortal enemy. Someone that he

“It’s nice to finally fight someone who can keep up with me.” Kisame grins as he blasts some more water sharks your way. As his words suggest, you swiftly dodge the attack. You’re sparring with the shark-man as you usually do; the other Akatsuki members don’t seem to have the same enthusiasm when it comes to just fighting, and not setting out to kill. “What about Itachi?” You ask, jumping out of the way of a torrent of water this time. It would be good to know that there’s some practice behind all of that power of his, rather than just him naturally being so much stronger than you. Even though

You could remember the day you met Jeongguk incredibly clearly, as if it were yesterday. You sat in the outdoor section of the little noodle café you always went to, when you heard horrible sounding screaming from up the street. Panicked, you stood up and went to go look at what had happened, to see if you could help. What you saw had been the start to what changed your life forever. Too dramatic? You were a bit bored at the moment, not too interested in the wall you were staring at. You had checked all of your social networks, played all of the games on your phone, and it was almost lunch time. The Bangtan boys were recording the melo