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~Pasado oscuro, Juegos de la Mafia~Cap12
Capitulo 12° : No quiero esto!!! ; Comienzan los Juegos.
No se lo que paso antes....no lo se..solo recuerdo que mi respiración volvía a salir de mis pulmones, que mi cabeza me martillaba con imágenes e voces, que también pedían lo peor¿por que....que se supone que es esto?"-Fionna¿no lo sabes?¡SOMOS UNA MAQUINA DE MATAR!" recordé..esa voz, es idéntica a la mía solo que, sus intenciones eran tan oscuras como el tinte de esa voz, tuve miedo, tenía miedo que "ella" volviera..la recuerdo ahora, antes sus crueles y spisicopatas palabras, me acompañaban en esa celda en la que me encontraba presa, en aquel lugar, donde tanto daño me hicieron, donde siento que gracias a "ellos" algo importante..muy importante olvide, ademas de habérmelo arrebatado
...yo..¡Yo No Seré Lo Que Es Voz Me Dice!..no quiero..por favor, por favor...te lo ruego, no me....no me obligues a
Except me - Greninja(contains vore, theres your warning.)
It was a warm summer evening as the sun made its last appearance in the day and vanished from the minds and hearts of the populace for another eight hours, as it would make another cycle and another for many, many more decades to come.
Alone on a small beach, were two figures. One was a young human girl, the other, her loyal Greninja, whom she had received a few years back when she first started traveling Kalos. The pair were known to be inseparable and it was thought that if they could, they would be one. No matter if it were physical or metaphorical, they, and everyone who knew them, could tell that was a fact.
The Greninja, whom had been named Hideaki, had an idea about how to do such a thing, which he was planning to put into practice in this quiet beach. He stayed close to his girl, named Jenny, and kept a close watch out.
Soon, the sun had set and the moon came up, only slightly illuminating the pair. It didn't matter.
Hideaki slowly stopped
That was all that was on my mind.
Don’t look back.
Don’t stop and breathe.
I didn’t look where I was going.
My headphones falling off.
My black hair covering my eyes.
I looked up and saw him.
One of his tendrils reached down and grabbed me.
I squirmed in his grasp.
But I knew there was no way out.
I closed my eyes.
Ready for my useless life to end.
They didn’t need me anyway.
That’s why they abandoned me here.
To become his prey.
But that was when I felt the throbbing pain in my head.
My eyes shot open and I was on the forest floor.
The faceless man not leaving a trace.
I felt dizzy.
My mind becoming clouded.
I could swear I saw the dark shadows moving.
Calling my name.
Wanting me to join them.
I stood up.
I then gasped.
I looked done and saw that I was way taller than before.
I looked at my hand.
Sharp with claws and paler
-hetalia sleeping with sheep help-
hetalia sleeping with sheep project.
for you who don't know or do know.
The sleeping with sheep CD is a hetalia CD from the series.
It portrays the countries putting you and other countries to bed by counting sheep.
Now these are completely in Japanese. And while they still sound amaze,
it would be nice if some of us could plug in our ipods and not have to turn them on to read subtitles.
this is where, you the viewer come in
we need people who would be willing to dub.
this is purely for communities sake so im sorry but i cant give you anything in return.
now, for the voices i need for now im pretty sure i need:
that's all i got for now
here are examples of the tracks
Not always with a smile Calles was so proud of himself. He just couldn’t stop staring at his chest,which was now big enough to start protecting it. It doesn’t really mattered for him what’s inside,the important thing was it’s big,and full of the stuffs he must’ve collected. The only thing,which made him sad was,that he couldn’t brag about it to noone.When he started to talk about his treasure chest to someone,they turned away from him. Oh,well,whatever,he still has what he needs for a life long. Suddenly a weird instinct told him to get the little thing out from his treasure chest,which Samusagi gave him. He was still curious what was it. He examined it,looked at it,but magical stuffs were still weird for him,so he simply threw it back,and closed the chest.
Calles went to classes,but when he pushed his hands in his pocket,next to his talisman there was the golden brooch,he got from Samusagi. He took it out with a shock
Innocent as she appeared to be, she bit her tongue about the heinous sight she had once seen as a creature so young. In her younger years, she was petrified of this monster, and she kept it locked in her treasure chest as if it would destroy everything that she had worked up for. What will her parents say? A monster? What nonsense. She should know better than to make up myths that have no relevant place amongst society.
Yet there she laid, all stiff and frantic eyes searching ever so closely for the sign of life. She needed to prove that she was not crazy. She needed to prove that the monster was not in her mind this time but in her room, where it could snatch and turn her fragile body into nothing but ash and dust. Even in her slumber was she conscious of her eerie bedroom. She listened ever so closely. She waited for the crackle of bones, the heart dropping sound of its slimy legs thumping on the hard, fridge, wooden floor. The atmosphere did not drop unless it made its presen
Mysterion Rises (Preview)Craig awoke to the sound of a heart monitor, the slow steady beep ringing in his ears. He looked around the run down room, noting that he was, in fact, in a hospital. The apathetic boy stood and exited the room. To his realization, he had grown substantially; from what he could tell, he was about 18. How long had it been since he was placed in this hospital? He could find out later, at the moment there were more pressing matter, Craig needed some clothes, he couldn't run around clad only in a hospital gown. The tall boy wondered through the halls, looking for just about anything to dress himself in. Eventually he came upon some camouflage pants shoes, socks, boxers, a black shirt and a baggy grey sweatshirt. After putting on the clothing he departed from the almost post-apocalyptic looking building. South park was in ruins, dead bodies scattered the ground and smoke rose from some of the buildings. Before Craig could get a good glimpse of his now destroyed home town, someone tackled hi
Omegle Adventures # Jeff and Jane ft.MaskyYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like Jeff the Killer, Masky, Creepypasta, Ben drowned, Jane The Killer, and Ticci Toby.
You: No, this is Masky
You: Who is this?
You: Oh.. wait.. Don't you hate Jane?
Stranger: When did I ever say that?
You: I just figured since she hates and tries to kill you most of the time. I thought she might be a pain in the ass for you
Stranger: Alright...Sometime she can be a pain in the ass... *Rubs the back of my neck*
Stranger: But I never said I hated her
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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