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Become History ~Human!Sly x Reader
Human!Sly Cooper x Reader
(Name) sighed, rubbing a hand through her (Hair Color) hair. She was so stressed out.
But who wouldn't be when your a six year old in an orphanage who is going to be presented to a couple who wants to adopted a child. Only one child. That means you've only got one chance to impress them or you'll end up still in the orphanage.
Ms. Puffin, the lady in charge, brushed her purplish gray hair back and ushered all the kids with a glare to the orphanage lobby.
The lovely couple smiled at seeing all the cute kids but their eyes widened when the looked in (Name)'s direction.
"That one; the little girl." The man said, walking toward (Name). (Name)'s eyes widened and she couldn't suppress a happy grin.
(Name) opened her small arms to embrace them but was surprised to see them walk right past her.
Nameless The older dragon let out a roar, stretching to show the full length of his thick wings, battering with strength against the blasting wind. It's younger son watched.
"Listen and feel for it," whispered Kryst, the older dragon. He had his test passed long ago, recieving his name proudly.
The young dragon has known for the moment to come. All dragons did. He was ready to receive his dragon name. Or at least, he thought that he was ready. Memories flashed in his head of the many times of when he hid among the rocks from the chilling air. Recently, he went out a little bit more, edging away through the cave-home he had spent most of his life in. His eyes briefly flashed with his father.
"Go," said Kryst.
The young dragon crept forward until he could see what all of the cliff edge had hidden beneath him. The wind was blowing harder now. He felt like a tiny star in the skies when it's dark. He slowly opened his delicate wings open, almost flinching when the air c
Biography Summary - Eilidh MacAuleyEilidh MacAuley is a Bosmer.
She's 173 years old and right now she feels every single one of those years and more.
Let me tell you what I know about her, although it's only really a brief sketch - (I'll fill in the gaps as I get to know her story):
She was born the youngest of six into a dirt-poor family grubbing an existence from the land in a tiny hamlet just east of Arenthia not far from the southern borders of Cyrodiil.
When she was six her father died of what we here would call TB and her mother was left to raise the children as best she could, but ultimately as these things do it all went wrong, and with her mother's downward spiral into Skooma-addled prostitution and crime culuminating in her being thrown into Arenthia's dungeons, the family was sundered and Eilidh then aged just 17 and with her family scattered, set off to seek her fortune.
Over the next few decades, as far as I can tell, she worked amongst other things as a maidservant and housekeeper, was a petty thief and ra
Unexpected VisitGlenn woke up this morning with a strange feeling of serendipity, as if he knew today held a surprise in store for him. Of course this didn't excuse him from chores. Speaking of which, he could already hear the tell tale wailing from the nursery of the orphanage. So many babies were going to need changing, and he hadn't even eaten his breakfast yet! Glenn yawned before getting up to fold up his sleeping pallet. "Boys time to fold up the beds and move everything back!" he called down the halls. To make use of the limited space in the orphanage, everyone had their own sleeping bag that they put away during the day so the rooms could be used for something else.
Sharian let out a sigh as she walked with her arms folded in front of her as she just looked ahead. "Somehow...this walk just seems boring...Gotta say, having nothing to do other than training is starting to get boring...maybe I should find something else to do." As she looks down at the ground, the sound of children nearby caused
A Little Decision-Contest Entry
This was his last sunset. His digits were ice-cold despite the warm salt-breeze. They dug into the limestone rocks at the cliff's edge. The cliffs had eroded back slowly for so long, losing inches every year. He imagined them disappearing in front of him, beneath him, crumbling into dust against sprays of ocean foam, the inevitable, dizzy fall-
"You could take the dive and defy destiny now." The cackling voice startled Bezaubert. "Or maybe that would just be giving into it. Being a coward about it."
"So are all the gods laughing at me, Zeus?" Bezaubert merely glanced at Zeus out of the corner of his eye. The lord oracle knew he looked pathetic, head bowed, wings crumpled into an impossibly small mass. There was no strength in him to bother for dignity.
The black dragon grinned coldly.
"We're all quite puzzled. This is well beyond the lesser deities." Zeus sauntered forward to take position to Bezaubert's left, clea
NightmareEver since she met the “Prophet” Ashe has had the same, reoccurring nightmare. She was back at the ruins, facing the man. His crazed smile, the bloody bandage where his eyes were supposed to be. And the book.
The red book would open and inky, black words would wrap themselves around her. Sucking her in. she would cry out, but 2K and Kaome couldn’t hear her over Scarecrow’s laughter. The words would continue to swarm over her as they dragged her in the book; which would slam shut, trapping her inside.
She would wake up screaming, covered in cold sweats.
A Gourmet ChefDay Three Hundred Thirty-Six
March 10th, 2014
Theme: A Gourmet Chef
Warnings: Female x female pairing
“Hush, you – such musings have no real purpose.”
Ayla adjusted her position slightly. Lying on her side upon a plush rug before Ambra's hearth, she bore her head in one hand as her elbow dug into the rich material. “I am serious, darling! I've never had cooking like yours, and I've lived more than three and one half centuries with a father who spoils me rotten. You could easily procure a position in the culinary field.”
“In the Nightwalker world? Ah, yes – serving raw steaks to dogs, mugs of blood to you vampires, and grilled field mice to myself. I would really get to test my skills, hm?” Ambra chuckled, sipping her wine in a mirrored position.
“Oh come now – we eat far more than that,” Ayla pouted. “I'm serious! You need something to do after all of this ambassador nonsense. And doing mi
Ode to Lost TimeBefore my parents came to America, before I was born halfway across the shining Pacific, before the emperor was chased out from the Summer Palaces in a haze of glass and rising industrialization, there was a house in the far country surrounded in a sea of lush bamboo.
It’s gone now. It’s a story like all stories, once upon a time. There was a beautiful place, a garden, a palace, and we were chased out of it. Like animals fleeing a burning forest, like grains spilling from a torn bag, like petals from a passing season, we left as if in a great hurry. Tricked from our homes, like rats from a flooded house, we made our escape. We were the bottled years of an old man who spent too much of his life around underwater palaces and jade embroidered worlds. In our escape, we unknowingly marked the end of an age fashioned from sheer gold.
I was born with a name made of feather and deep jewels. In America, they took one look at the nonsense on the papers before them and stamped it out.
14 de marzo…. 14 de marzo
Era la fecha que Gumball se repetía mental mente mientras veía el calendario
-Finalmente… el día esperado…. –Cogió su celular rosa, con colgante de pastel y marco el número de Marshall
Marshall estaba en la cafetería de Gumi, mientras comía unas fresas. Su celular comenzó a sonar, dejo de comer y cogió su celular verde con colgante de Fiona
-Oh! Hola Gumball!
-Que? ¿“Que día es hoy”?
-Hay…. Algo importante es este día?
Y no escucho más, puesto que el chicle había colgado.
-Eh? Hola?? –Se quedó extrañado mirando su teléfono- Que extraño es….
De pronto, un fuerte pisotón hizo que Marshall se girara, viendo a Gumball con un aura negra y su trajo de cocinero y un maso gigante
House-elf and cream of carott
Une délicate odeur anisée s'élevait du bol de grès simple déposé sans autre apprêt sur la table où le maître prenait ses repas lorsqu'il s'adonnait, comme ce jour-là, à quelques sulfureuses expériences. Le petit lutin domestique déposa à côté les quelques gougères appétissantes et dorées qu'il venait juste de sortir du four. Il aurait bien croqué à pleines dents dedans et goûté un fond de velouté, s'il n'avait tant craint la colère du sorcier. D'ailleurs, ne devait-il pas avant tout veiller à ce que le plat reste bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
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