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Mavourna McG and the Slytherins pt 2Just as Marcus had said, the dorms were delightfully cool. Mavourna and Draco claimed a corner as their own before heading to their dorms to sleep. When she woke, Mavourna stumbled to the girl’s lavatory to get ready. She grabbed her books and went down to the commons. Draco was waiting for her. He offered his arm to her which she accepted, slipping her hand in the crook of his elbow. “Good morning, Mavourna. Sleep well?”
“Good morning, Draco. I slept pretty well. What about you?”
He smirked. “My sleep went all right.” His smirk turned into a genuine smile. She smile back, glad to have a friend to lean on. They wandered through the dungeons towards the stairs leading to the Great Hall. “Hey,” he whispered stopping before the Grand Staircase. “Don’t let anyone here get you down, ‘kay? You’re pureblood and that makes you better than any of those losers.” He smiled. Mavourna kept her head down as a group o
Mavourna McG and the SlytherinsPlease approve mathaír. Please approve. Please approve, please don't be disappointed in me. Mavourna prayed silently as she stepped up to the stool to await the Sorting Hat. Her ebony hair hung over a shoulder where she nervously twisted it. Her emerald eyes caught those identical to hers. She knew her mother could see her fear and worry plainly there. The stern woman gave her a subtle nod while placing the Hat on her head. Mavourna stifled a yelp when a voice sounded through her head.
"Aah, another McGonagall. I wondered if I'd ever see another."
Please. I want to prove I am worthy of my name.
"Yes, I can see that, as well as a yearning to succeed by any means possible. It's all planned out right here, you know. Hmmm, interesting. You would do well in Gryffindor, plenty of courage and a sense of nobility. Or perhaps Ravenclaw with how eager you are to learn. Definitely not Hufflepuff, you're temperament’s wrong for that. You would do well in Slytherin, especiall
Past Live Are a B*tchI remember my first life so well. The crowded dark forests under which a maze of caves grew were my home. Oh how I exalted the run through the winding paths, chasing my prey with infrared sight fit for a superior predator such as I. The shadows hiding my form gave me shelter, and my foot steps were mutes by the abundant moss. There, ahead in the near distance, ran my prey, my future mate. I just had to catch her. And catch her I did, arms wrapping around her waist as I twisted and fell bringing her down with me. When I leaned over her, the soft smile let me know: She was mine forever.
The second life turned the tables. I became the hunted. My movements were too loud, too clumsy. My ears strained to hear over the pounding of my heart. Tree branches scratched my face and arms. The moss caused me to slip, stumble, trip. Too well did the darkness hide my hunter, and the silence aided them in their pursuit. A tradition of decades demanded I run. My future mate had to catch me. An undergroun
Silent lament to silenceHow long does it take a soul
To slowly lose itself?
How long does it take for gentleness
To rot to acerbic acidity?
The words spoken, cutting deep
Without ever meaning to
Are a sheild for the world.
Mistrust's not a crime.
Double-edged and two-faced,
Very few know the truth.
No one said polyamory
Was a fault in this world.
When pointing at my spots,
Keep in mind they cannot change
And my claws mean not to maim.
Polyamorous I may be,
I won't deny it ever,
If you're for it, that's all right
Just don't compare a chopstick to a spoon
(That really makes little sense).
Sweetness is a flaw
Kindness brings the fall
Akward words to akward friends
Who yet still need those words.
If hurt and happy work together,
Then kindly give them both.
And if you really want that,
Then fight for it, my dear.
'Cause simple things have greater wings,
Which in the night take flight,
Oh, twinkle twinkle little bear,
How I wonder why we care.
There are many things I don't sayThere are many things I don't say
That you should really hear
But I know you'll just brush them off
Saying it's because of my "jealous" ways.
You hear say sarcastic things then run off
To sulk and stew over the overtones
Instead of stopping long enough
To hear the invitation offered.
Those who taught you, taught me a lot
But skipped out on the major plots,
Like socialization skills and making friends,
The ups and downs of relationships,
And the Rules of Sisterhood.
I know you blame me for him leaving,
Though you'll never say it aloud,
Yet you can't see how cruel he was
With all things he's done and said.
I watched how you interact
And let yourself be fooled.
I'm telling you now no one
Should watch their loved ones
Mess around with other people.
You think I know nothing of the Scene,
But that's where you're wrong.
I know what goes on, what the rules are,
And how often folks are fooled.
You say that I am in the scene,
Though "not as much as you".
I am not, and here's why so listen close
Another Fairytale part 13After three days’ time had passed, word arrived at the house of Darin’s full recovery. This news cheered the women’s moods. Boke had been forbidden to run for the day and a half after her fever broke. The Caprinu was anxious to get out again. She darted all over the town running errands and delivering messages between townsfolk. She laughed feeling the wind in her hair and the ground under her feet. She jumped over a stack of crates and turned towards home. The Caprinu couldn’t help but to let out a holler of joy. To run so freely was exuberant and uplifting to her spirit.
Frieda greeted her at the shop with a reminder to wash her feet before entering. It endeared the girl to the woman’s heart further to see such pure, unadulterated joy on her face. The war, as things were escalating quickly towards, weighed heavily on all; so to see even the smallest moment of respite eased the mounting tension. She gestured the girl over. Boke tilted one ear down. Her ey
Turn LeftTurn Left
I felt like writing a little explanation was relevant. The title, 'Turn Left' was inspired by a Doctor Who episode where Donna's entire life was altered by one decision: Should she turn right or left? I wrote this as an alternate timeline to our, where a Sorcerer's simple decision led him to a very different fate. So there, that's it X3
"Ooh, I don't wanna miss this one." I heard Ty say. I could practically see him leaning forward on his desk. He so seemed like the type of guy who'd do that when he got excited. "I know Kyle started that Jimmy thing, so don't try to pull that crap on us - what's your real name?"
"Yeah, dood, what is it anyway?" Jerome asked. "I've always been kinda curious."
I saw myself at a crossroads. I could go two ways from here. I could tell them and we could become better friends, or I could remain shrouded in mystery. Although the latter seemed totally badass, the prior seemed
SWtCW: A Question of Loyalty pt.5Surface of Naboo, Theed, Royal Palace
Queen Jamillia jumped as the door to her study slammed open, looking up from her desk in alarm as three figures burst into the room.
“What is going on?” she demanded, coming to her feet. “Who are you what do you—“ she stopped as she recognized Padme. “—want.” she stiffened as she realized that Senator Binks was also in attendance. “How dare you?” she asked coolly.
“Queen Jamillia,” Padme began, her voice emotionless. “You are guilty of conspiring against Naboo and the Republic, you will be removed from the throne and your vestments stripped from you.”
Jamillia's eyes flared slightly as she looked back from the gungan to Padme.
“You have no authority to make such outrageous claims and accusations Senator! You serve by my appointment!”
“I have the same right of every citizen of Naboo.” Padme replied. “As to authority, we will have that sh
Spider-Man Hail to the King Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen: Maximum Goblin.
"Osborn you bastard..." Mary Jane says as she and Peter's other family members looked on the television screen in their prison cell as they see the green gas turns those who breathe in it into laughing goblin-like mutants. They also see the muatated Goblin thugs mutate further in symbiote/goblin hybrids.
"Hey, you got a new cellmate." One of the goblin thugs said as the open the cell and push in Frances Barrison who looked drugged and had different bandages on her body.
"Shriek?!" MJ says in some fear as she remembers Shriek from Carnage's rampage.
"Not any more." The thug snickered as he locks the cell down.
It was then they see Frances huddles in corner with tears running down her cheeks from the horrors Jackal had put her through.
While this was happening, on the streets, Carlie and Lizard were now on the surface to see what the gas was doing.
"So he weaponized the Goblin gas. Clever bastard." Carlie growled as they now can see the utter destr
Oh No Sally 23 : by DruSally felt great. It had been a wonderfully successful week, with the FBI Director now behind bars and her "approval rating", according to Bill, going up and up. But even though Sally had defeated her most dangerous enemy, his appearance...and in such a position of power...made her wonder how many other evil villains were out there undertaking nefarious activities.
But Sally wasn't just after the glory jobs. She knew it was really important to look after the little things too. This is why Sally had shown up on Good Morning America without notice and announced her intention to conduct a national crackdown on bad driving.
"The death toll on our nations roads is already too high this year. From midday today until midday tomorrow, anybody endangering others with their driving shall have their vehicles confiscated."
Honouring her word, Sally hovered high over New York and watched the clock in Times Square click over to noon. As soon as it did her work began...
Though it was only noon,
Battalia: HuntsmanGrannde Enterprises was an old building, one that had been out of production since the war. It was home to Battalia that had protected Westkeep and the nearby area, closer to town than the Derelict Industries base was to Mechanicsville. Even so, it was heavily guarded, and yet...Something had broken through, and more shockingly, destroyed the Battalia units within.
Outside the base, a young man named Chase Sabre stood there. He was a traveller, chasing the very monstrosity that had caused this damage. Along the way he had seen more than his fair share of destroyed robots and wreckage, but what was scariest of all was the fact that someone he loved was arguably the cause of it all.
Still, his hunt was only half the reason he was there, the other half was the wrecked Battalia he had encountered on the dusty trail, Maria.
Chase recognized her as an awakened Battalia, ones that had adapted beyond the already powerful stock versions called “Blank slates”. They had observed human
LoE The Blackest Night = Bad Moon Rising
Aquastria; The Coral Castle of King Leo shortly before dawn six days after the Battle of Appleoosa.
"Are your instructions clear?" The old royal seapony asked, his voice sounding like a rumbling undersea volcano. The officers of the court floated next to the resting king who faced eight seaponies clad with the gold and silver bands and harnesses of the diplomatic service of the Kingdom of Aquastria.
"Yes majesty. Perfectly clear." Whirlpool replied. She closed her eyes and began reciting from memory her mission. "The royal envoy is to proceed to Manehatten and with aid of our magic wielders and the unicorns, then proceed to Canterlot where I am to give the Royal Sisters your majesty’s plea for aid against the monsters."
"Highness? Would not a pegasus messenger be more rapid? The Island of Feather Glow has a number of them from the Equestrian Guard for such messages."
The king nodded and gazed into Whirlpool's eyes. "An envoy is needed to show just how desperate
Gamma World: Tempus Fugitive: Chapter 8
With the omega city behind them and the open road stretching ahead, Cera was able to sit back and enjoy the journey. It was early summer and the scenery was actually quite pleasant. The land consisted of low, gently rolling hills covered with patchy forest of pine and assorted deciduous trees. The old highway cut through it in a straight line from east to west. Some of the low hills had exposed sections of rock, showing where the land had been blasted and bulldozed in the distant past to clear the way for the road.
About twenty kilometres down the road from the first bridge they encountered, they crossed another that was even shorter. The water beneath was more marsh than a river, and the span was so low and solid that Cera couldn’t tell the difference between highway and bridge. The asphalt was filled with cracks and there were some patches of exposed ground and grass growing here and there, but otherwise the ancient road had survived the last fift
Gamma World: Tempus Fugitive: Chapter 9
As she stood on the old weathered highway and looked around, Cera felt a deeper appreciation for her human friend’s people, the Ancients. After fifteen decades the road was still intact. The asphalt was cracked and patchy and for long stretches it was reduced to being hard-packed dirt and gravel, but the road remained. It had been built to last. They had passed many smaller side roads since leaving the ruins of the omega city. The network that had been left behind after the Great Disaster was staggering.
And this Trans-Canada Highway, the Tee-Can as her folks called it, to her it seemed indomitable. It just went on and on without end. Garadun had proudly informed her that it had been the longest national highway in the world. It wasn’t merely a road. It was what had once connected the people of a great nation, an integral part of their society and identity. And it had been built with the needs of travellers in mind. All along its length were p
The Keeper chapter 2I guess I'll first tell you about here,
By here I mean what people refer to as the Shadow Realm. Because everything here is made up of shadows, even I am a shadow. There is absolutely no color here.
We re basically just a bunch of Zombies walking around endlessly.
It s tough surviving here too... Some don't even try...
The woods that I love to take evening strolls in, is infested with their lost souls. They wander around aimlessly, crying out for someone to save them.
While the others like me who are still alive live in shabby shacks we call homes and cover ourselves with the rags we were given from the Keeper and his council. Most people are starving, but I ve learned how to keep myself a float and barely get by. We re all hopelessly doomed to die like this, but despite that. Everyone who can remember is hoping that one day things will change. One day everyone hopes that we will be able to see the light again. To feel the sun on ours skins. To see flowers, to see leaves changin
Dystopia vs Utopia IIFree, free at last! Finally out. Where to go? Which way? Who cares? Just go! The figure walked along the road under smog-laden skies. It followed the wreckage of asphalt and twisted metal. Whatever lay ahead had to be better than the ruins behind it. It found a strange device in one car, a board with wheels. It tested the durability, and then stood on it. After a few tries, the figure was moving much faster. It gave a hum of pleasure. The scarf fluttered behind it. Traveling made easier, the figure pushed on hoping to find another city, one that wasn't destroyed. It doubted such a place existed. There couldn't be a place where the air was safe to breath and food readily available. Crows called out in indignation as they were interrupted from their meals. The figure didn't care.
The sun sank slowly below the horizon, the lamps lit up, and the figure continued reading. The elderly woman kept babbling on about something coming. It turned another page. It would not move or care unti
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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