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Halloween MisadventuresHalloween Misadventures
How did I let myself get talked into this? I've always had a hard time saying no to people and this time I let things go too far. I sit in silence and glance shyly up at my dad as he drives me home from the police station. Ironically, I'm dressed as a slutty cop. My boobs are front and center for all the world to see, as are my legs and midriff. I sit with my legs crossed and look at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup is smudged and my long blonde hair is a mess. My dad says nothing as we pull into the driveway and go inside. I know he is going to say something eventually, but for now he is quiet. My mom hugs me as we walk in and takes me to the bathroom to get me cleaned up. She helps me take off my jewelry, remove my makeup, and brush out my hair. Since all of my clothes are at my apartment near the university, she gives me one of my sister's nightgowns to wear to bed. I take off my knee high boots, fishnet stockings, miniskirt, t
Pokemon Rant on PaulWhy I Hate Paul
The Paul I am referring to is a character in the pokemon anime, who is currently Ash's primary rival while the group is in the Sinnoh region. Paul is really a varied character: on the Serebii.net forums, the Paul character discussion thread has, at the time of writing, nearly spans twenty pages, though most of it is saying how "awesome" he is. However, I do not think he is awesome. I hate him more than I hate Harley from the same show. I want to strangle Paul and break one of his limbs. Most probably won't know why I feel this way, so I will explain.
First, Pokemon are sentient beings in this setting. As Linkara pointed out in his review of "Captain Planet and the Planeteers #3," if animals were truly intelligent enough to make their own decisions and follow orders, animals would easily be given rights. Considering that many pokemon in this setting are shown to be smart enough to qualify, pokemon should have a bill of rights. In the real world, Paul's trea
[ Ushijima x Reader x Oikawa ] Notice it
This story takes place during the Shiratorizawa vs Aoba Johsai match. Note that Oikawa apparently broke up with his girlfriend during training camp arc.
You couldn't help but feel sorry for Oikawa. He had worked so hard, and yet Aoba Johsai was still barely keeping up with Shiratorizawa. However, you couldn't help but also feel happy for Ushijima. He too, was your friend... or something like that.
You distinctly remember meeting the boys in junior high. You were in the year behind them. That time, Kitagawa Daiichi lost against Shiratorizawa, too. You'd comforted Oikawa whilst he was down, and approached Ushijima to give him a piece of your mind. To your surprise, although he was rather blunt about his egoistic views, he did end up apologising for supposedly offending you.
Somehow, you ended up keeping in touch... you never quite knew what kind of relationship you had with Ushijima. He seemed to consider you a friend of some sorts, sometimes inviting you to hang out or come
[ OneSided!Reader x Tsukishima ] A favour(bfn = best friend's name)
You were what people called a 'seer'. Born with the gift of being able to see the red string of fate, you were capable of severing and reattaching the strings as you pleased. Few people knew you had this ability - in fact, you tried to hide it as much as possible, as you'd been bombarded with requests to change people's fates before. The only one who knew was your best friend.
And here, we have our problem.
You, (bfn), Tsukishima and Yamaguchi had been friends ever since you could remember. From childhood to adulthood, the four of you had each other's backs.
You remember how it all went down. You, Yamaguchi Tadashi's next-door neighbour, were one day dragged along to meet the boy's new friend, Tsukishima, who was with (bfn) at the time. You and (bfn) immediately clicked, and it felt like you two were simply meant to be friends.
Remember how we established that you were a seer? When you met, you were quite taken aback at seeing your very own string - on
Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the WorldAres is not what I imagined her to be. The great man of myth, muscular and imposing, shining in his armour, with crested helmet and mighty spear, does not stand before me. Instead I face a young woman, hardly more than a girl. She is soft and delicate, with eyes so large they will soak up the world, and skin like spun glass, that glitters in the darkness. A warm glow radiates from within her, not quite visible, but strong enough for me to feel the heat on my face.
The sound of traffic wafts up to us from the street far below. Heavy clouds block out the night sky, reflecting back the poisonous orange of streetlamps and office blocks. The rooftop is high above it all, and we are invisible. That’s why I chose it, to be alone. The last thing I expected was a visitor, proclaiming to be a god.
“Ares?” I scoff, looking her over with something I imagine to be petulance. If not for the fact that she was so decidedly un-human, and that she had materialised on the rooftop with n
Rules of Manga and Anime#1 also known as *The hair rule*: Hair will be considered to be made out of steel in any circumstance unless:
a) it's length is enough to surpass the shoulders and there is wind or the character is hanging upside down.
b) the character has to put on a hat or helmet.
#2: if the words *Final battle* or *Ultimate enemy* are said, there will be another arc; unless the author dies or the company goes broke.
#3: if a character has a secret, such secret cannot be revealed unless it's the end of the arc, and chances are it'll be the next arc.
#4: the weight of a weapon is inversely proportional to its size and power.
#5: if protagonist is weaker than friend, and bad guy defeats named friend; then bad guy will be defeated by protagonist.
#6: there is no such thing as too much weapons.
#7: if protagonist is a bad guy, the series will end with his death or attempt of redemption.
#8: plans made in the last minute are ten times more likely to succeed than any plan that's been thought thr
The clocks were silent, and the day was almost over. Not quite, however. Not yet.
There was a faint noise of the hooves on the ground, the sky was dark and the pegasi had scheduled rain for the evening. Everypony was trotting back home from their jobs, schools, and their daily adventures. Not everyone though. Not yet.
Somewhere in the crowd, a light purple cloaked figure hastily moved through the bystanders, mumbling "excuse me" or "sorry" however faintly spoken, under breath in hushed tones. The cloaked figure made their way to the front of the crowd, trotting quickly toward the outskirts of town. They fell a couple of times, a couple more after that.
In the horizon, an old painted circus tent, with those classic red and white stripes and that musty smell, pleasantly nostalgic like an old memory. The pony in front of the entrance was the Ring Master. He waved at the cloaked figure as they approach. Everypony is in the tent before the rain starts to pour. Well, not everypony, only the
I'm sitting at the kitchen table on Friday afternoon eating a bowl of cereal while my parents scramble to pack their bags for their weekend trip to Vegas with the neighbors. I try to hold back my anticipation for them to leave so that I can spend the next two and a half days indulging in my secret hobby. Don't worry I'm not into drugs or drinking and I'm not planning to invite my girlfriend over to have sex nor am I planning a wild party. My hobby is dressing up as a girl. Now before you ask, no I'm not gay. I have a girlfriend and I don't dress up to meet guys. I enjoy crossdressing because I like the way I look as a girl. I don't want to be a girl, I still enjoy being a guy and doing guy things. This is just something I enjoy doing as a hobby, much like my dad enjoys golfing or my mom enjoys painting.
It all started when my older sister, who is currently away at college, dressed me up for a video project she had to do for school. While I proteste
[ Kiyoko Shimizu x Fem!Reader ] Girls like girls
Stealing kisses from your Mrs, does it make you freak out
Got you fussing, got you worried, scared to let your guard down
Tell the neighbors I'm not sorry if I'm breakin' walls down
Building your girl's second story, rippin' all your floors out
Honestly, at first, nobody would've expected you to be their biggest rival in love. After all, it was not exactly unknown that Shimizu Kiyoko was a beautiful woman, resulting in many men pining after her. When you'd occasionally stride up to her, quickly stealing a kiss in the hallway and leaving her behind a flustered mess, nobody knew how to react. Were the two of you a thing? Did you have more chances with her than they did?
People had told you it was wrong to love another girl. But why would it be? What was the harm in it? Your love for Kiyoko hurt nobody. You were simply that - two girls in love, the ones they loved just happened to be of the same gender. Screw what anyone said, your love would prevail.
Saw your face,