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30. Strike (Pirates Drabble)30. Strike
His head was aching, his chest felt tight, and his limbs felt slightly numb. What had happened? He was starting to remember something... thunder? Yes, a thunderstorm! It came on so quickly, they hardly had time to prepare. Not only that, but with all the clouds and rain, it was hard to even see let alone tie a decent knot. The only light they had were the flashes of lightning around the boat. He hoped not all of their supplies went overboard.
Number Two had said something about heading inside. It was very windy, with the rain coming down hard, feeling as cold and sharp as a cutlass.
Wait, the wind. It had blew his favorite hat clean off his head. Someone shouted at him when he went to go get it. Did he catch it? He couldn't remem- wait! Yes, he did, and then-
... What had happened after that? He didn't know, but the pain was still there. It was like being run through and jumping into freezing cold water at the same time, sending all of his body into shock but still feeling t
29. Disguises (Pirates Drabble)29. Disguises
Chests were a common thing on pirate ships, but what most of them were used for on their ship wasn't quite as common.
"Oh, I remember wearin' this thing," said the Pirate with Gout, holding up a sombrero from their Adventure with Mariachi Bands (one of his personal favorites. Not everyday you get to help chase down a group of bandidos and learn how to play the trumpet).
"I found some ladies clothes," the Albino Pirate called out, holding up a girl's guide uniform, a fancy dress with the color slightly faded thanks to some sea water, and a sunhat with a wilted flower pinned to it. "Do we need any of these, Captain?"
The Pirate Captain thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Nah, just keep looking for those suits. I know they're around here somewhere."
As the crew continued searching, Mr. Bobo and the Pirate with a Scarf brought down another chest. "I. Think. We. Found. Them," Mr. Bobo said with his flashcards.
"Great! Open it up then!" The manpanzee nodded, and as s
28. One More Chapter (Pirates Drabble)28. One More Chapter
It was a slow day on the pirate ship. A bit cloudy but nothing really exciting. There were no stops or adventures planned, so it was more or less a day off for the crew. It was a perfect time for the Pirate with a Scarf to get some reading done. Now, most pirates didn't include reading in their list of hobbies, but the crew wasn't too judgmental about it. Scarf had started reading an adventure book, and while it wasn't as exciting as some of their adventures, it came close and it was enjoyable to read. He only had a couple chapters left, and he was pretty interested to see the ending.
No sooner than ten minutes after he opened his book, he could hear an argument starting downstairs. At first it was pretty quiet, just a bit of yelling, so he paid no heed to it. But soon, he could hear tables being flipped over and bottles being broken. Since it was his duty as Second-in-Command to alert the Captain and help break up any fights, Scarf folded the corner of the page he
27. Run (Pirates Drabble)27. Run
The creature's heart was pounding. She could hear the sound of heavy footsteps behind her, and quickly darted into the shadows. Not moving a single feather, she watched as her pursuers came closer. "Where did she go?" "I know I saw her go this way!" "Look, one of her feathers!" She gulped. Suddenly, a head poked into her hiding spot. Thinking quickly, she pecked his nose (not too hard but hard enough to stun him) and ran off. As she ran, she stepped on several flashcards that read "I. Found. Her. Ow!"
If she could get to higher ground, they would give up at least for the afternoon. Running up the stairs, she nearly right into a red, fabric-y trap. Luckily, she was able to stop in time and go the other direction. "Grab her!" "You're the one who's closer, you grab her!"
She could see the main sail now, she just had to climb it and- darkness! Darkness completely covered her! She tried to run but whoever had caught her had a strong grip. "Alright, no more games, Polly." Light retur
26. Reflection26. Reflection
She always hated looking in the mirror. She didn't hate her body however. She liked that she wasn't all skin and bones like the other ladies around the town, and although they sometimes attracted unwanted suitors, she liked her curves. She liked her blonde locks, letting them bunch up and bounce around, looking much better than the other (and rather boring) hairstyles she had seen.
But she didn't see these things when she looked in a mirror. She saw a tight corset around her waste. She saw a dress that was way too grey and ruffle-y for her. He lovely light yellow hair was straightened and strangled, sitting on top of her head like a knot caught in a robe. She saw all the make-up, covering her face like a thick, greasy blanket. Now, she liked make-up just fine, a little lip gloss and maybe some blush now and then, but the girl she saw in the mirror looked more like a circus clown! She was also boring, doll'd up and totally not her.
But, after she started wearing clothes t
25. Sea (Pirates Drabble)25. Sea
"Number Two? Do you think any pirate has sailed the entire ocean?" It was a thought that had been bothering the Pirate Captain for quite a while, and if anyone would know, it would be the Pirate with a Scarf. "I mean, any old cove could sail the seven seas, but when you put them all together, the sea is... well, really big! Do you think anyone's seen all of it?"
"I don't think so, Captain," the Pirate with a Scarf answered. A task like that seemed impossible, even for their crew. "But, you know Sir, we have seen a big portion of it." Standing near a shelf full of maps and a few doodles from whenever the Captain felt like drawing, the Second-in-Command pulled out a map.
"We've sailed the Spanish Main several times, and we've sailed all around Europe, the Americas, and even parts of Asia and Africa. And I don't believe any other crew has been to Australia."
"Ah, yes." The Captain picked up an old boomerang, remembering that particular adventure. "You wouldn't think boomerangs wou
24. Protect24. Protect
Once he had realized how stupid he had been, all the Pirate Captain wanted to do was to get his Polly - and eventually his crew - back, no matter what the cost was to himself (although, no serious injuries would be good). After he and Charles had knocked out the chef, Polly returned to him without a second thought smiling at him and happy to be hugged by him. 'Such a good bird,' he thought for a moment.
Unfortunately, the rest of the plan didn't go as smoothly, and now they were both plummeting towards a pretty messy end. There would be only seconds before the end. The Pirate Captain looked at his trusty dodo, and she looked back. It only lasted for a split second before he covered her tiny head and body with his arms, at the same time making sure he would hit the QV1's propeller first.
'This was all my fault,' Pirate Captain thought as he closed his eyes for probably the last time, 'the least I can do is try to protect her.' And so, he braced himself for the hit... and onl
More Pirates Drabbles (18-23)18. Sequel
The studio set was completely destroyed. The giant squid put up quite a fight, destroying thousands of doubloons worth of equipment, and it took every member of their crew (plus a bit of rope and some dynamite) to get the beast back in a cage where it could do no harm.
Luckily, things were starting to look up. Darwin was just starting to regain consciousness, and the Pirate King was able to roar again, which was a good thing too otherwise none of them would ever see the light of day again. But even so, the Pirate with a Scarf had a feeling his headache wouldn't go away anytime soon.
"Well, that definitely could've gone better," the Pirate Captain stated, "Well, live and learn! Now we'll be more prepared and experienced for our next show!"
The Pirate with a scarf took the wet washcloth and gave his captain a stern look.
"...Alright fine! There won't be a second episode. But I still want to do a holiday special!"
(In case you didn't get it, this takes place after the short tha
Maddie and Robbie OneshotThe bluejay pulled into the parking lot. Finding a place close to the school, he parked the car and got out. He didn't have any jobs that day, so he wasn't wearing any clothes except for a dark blue jacket since it was a bit windy. 'I wonder what happened this time,' he thought, but not in the way you would think.
If he had an attitude closer to his ex-boss', he would've been annoyed, angry, frustrated, or (most likely) all of the above. But, he was a laid back bird. He also had a daughter who hardly ever got in trouble at school, and when she did, it was usually something a little more exciting than just skipping class or caught cheating. So when he wondered what his daughter had done, it was more in an interested way rather than a tired and angry way.
"Mordecai! Yo, Mordecai!" The bird looked over his shoulder and saw his best friend since kindergarden running towards him.
"You got called here too?" Mordecai asked.
"Yeah," Rigby said, scowling, "and just when I was about to beat my h
Its Watching Me - Monster? Levi x Reader
In a night without the moon
a certain monster lurks
It watches intently
And when the moon is blue and full
You couldn’t explain it but you felt a certain set of eyes staring at you when you went to sleep.
Everyday you would go to school, do homework, and sleep. Repeat that routine five more times and that was your whole school week.
You always longed for something interesting to happen in your life but as usual with wishes nothing happened.
And no you weren’t a lonely or unsociable person. You had a great set of friends but namely the people you trusted your life with was Levi, Erwin, and Mikasa.
They were almost always around to talk to even though they had their own lives to deal with.
You sighed into your hand while doing your homework on your bed. “Highschool sucks”
Finally finishing homework, you put down your stuff and turned off the light.
And there the monster lurks
.: Reader x Sollux: Hack Wars (Masterpost) :."Must...
You muttered to yourself as you sat up in bed, groggily. Your hair was ruffled and you could personally care less.Though the fact was true, there was one thing you did care about. What day of week it was. You had a natural setting in your mind to wake yourself up around when you set your alarm clock to go off. Wait- your alarm clock didn't go off. What time was it? 7:05 A.M, February 25th, 2013. School canceled due to unexpected snow storm. Your digital calendar read.
You stood up and yawned, a small smile stretching across your face. No school today. Sweet. Just to be sure, you peeked out your window and surely enough, snow was everywhere. You hope your cat is okay...Yeah, you let her in last night. With another yawn, you shuffled over to your laptop and cracked it open.
Password wrong; attempts until auto-shutdown: 2
You stared at your screen; it took you a good five seconds to realize what
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
The Dance Team pt. 2Marisa was talking to a short, busty blonde when she saw Gwen storming out from the back.
Marisa held up a hand, motioning for the girl speaking to hush, apologizing, "Sorry, Tara, but I gotta cut you off. She just came out."
Tara understood, she nodding quickly and walking away from the scene.
Gwen was looking good, Marisa thought, hot as hell, and entirely pissed off. She didn't move towards her, just watched, enraptured, as her friend moved in her direction, wearing what must have been tonight's scheduled work attire, a blue, strappy bikini, the breasts studded with sequins and all of it entirely too small for a woman of her size. This last fact was more evident than ever just now, with the way she was walking, raging, conscious of the way her her thick, exposed body was jiggling with every step, but not in the mood to care about it. She looked furious, to put it lightly, her forehead was wrinkled with rage. She still had that hourglass shape, but it was a very thick hourglas
Ben Tennyson VS Avatar Korra The Battle
Kra: “The scenario has been made, the fighters are set, and it’s time to see which gritty kids show hero is more powerful."
Natalia: “It’s time to settle this debate once and for all. Avatar VS Omnitrix. Aliens VS Elements.”
Both: “It’s time for a Death Battle!”
Kra: “And remember folks; you can only watch this, ONLINE!”
Natalia: “Was that a shot at Nickelodeon? Kra, I’m proud of you!”
Republic City, Pro-Bending Arena
High above the churning crowds, an airship’s loudspeakers echoed an orchestra of brass music that carried throughout the arena.
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble: War
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcoooooooooooooooooooooooooome back Spectators! I’m your very own Pro-bending host, Shiro Shinobi, with continued coverage of the Nick VS CN contest of champions!”
The Dance Team pt. 3The next morning, Marisa woke up first, and she didn't waste any time before she began planning. She was good with plans, she always had been, and the one in her head was one of her best yet.
She buzzed around the apartment, trying to be quiet, stepping as lightly as her 280 pound body could manage, setting things in place, making phone calls, knowing full well it might all be for nothing. Gwen was crucial to all this, and when she woke up, Marisa asked immediately, hoping for a specific answer, "You still up for it?"
Gwen sat quiet for a second, and Marisa's anxiety rose, but when she answered, it was with a submissive shrug and an unenthused, "Yeah, what the hell, let's do it."
Marisa held her excitement to a slight grin, "Breakfast?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Marisa half-laughed, "Kinda, a little, yeah. Breakfast means heading out, and you, uh, don't look ready."
Gwen looked down at herself, and saw a mess. She looked a slob, staring down at the soft, exposed mass of her once-fit f
England x reader : KingI do not own hetalia or you~
The song is King by Lauren Aquilina
16 years old
I sat quietly right outside England's bedroom. I could hear him quietly crying. I felt my heart ache knowing that he still missed America. I know I'm not a strong nation like America...but I'm trying...I'm the nation of (c/n). I sighed and looked at the guitar next to me. I had written the song for England...hoping it would make him feel better. I stood and took a deep breath and stood. I left my guitar in the hallway and pushed open the door. England was sitting with his back to the door looking out the window. "England..." I said softly looking at his blonde messy hair. "(C/n)....come here love." He said. His voice cracked ever so slightly. I walked over and sat next to him. "You know...i never thought he would leave me...but he did...and now that I have you...all I'm expecting is for you do leave me." I looked at the side of his face. I watched a tear roll down it. "England..." I whispered. I lo
D is for DisintegrationI’ve always prided myself on being self-sufficient. I wanted to live off the grid- use solar energy for power and grow all my own food. When I accomplished this it was my finest hour. It had been hard, much harder than I anticipated but I did it. I had land which I farmed, a home built from sustainable materials, I was alone but happy- so busy that I didn’t have time to feel lonely. I felt an incredible sense of achievement for escaping the life most people led.
I thought most humans were greedy and gluttonous, so lazy in an age of technology that spurred nothing but anti-social behavior and a blatant disregard for our planet. I believe it was that disregard which brings us where we are today. I lived on my farm for less than a year when the earth was done with being robbed of its fossil fuels and had begun its disintegration.
It started with natural disasters. A host of seismic activity shook the world. Earthquakes ripped apart fault lines and great chasms were formed that
The Dance Team pt. 4Eight weeks is what it took.
They spent a full two months of preparing, working, lazing, growing, strengthening, and the effort had paid off.
They were in Marisa's apartment that day, they were less than modest, and their 'hard work' was clear to see.
There was food all around the room, but in a strange turn of events, neither woman was indulging. Gwen was in the couch, soft fabric stretchy shorts and no bra, deep in thought, and of the pair, she was the most clearly affected by the month and a half of training. Her gain had never been fast before, she'd had a slow, gradual, but continuous expansion for years, but the past few weeks, under the Marisa's mentorship, she'd positively exploded outward. She'd gained twenty pounds a month, two months in a row, and none of this new weight was muscle. Her bottom-heavy hourglass figure was more evident than ever, her genetics somehow holding it together in the face of her gain, but these days, the hourglass looked large enough to house ev
"I'm telling you I'm a pro at it!" the pirate with gout protested.
"That's baloney!" retorted the Pirate who liked Kittens and Sunsets. The other pirates were getting into the argument. Some of them believed that there was no way Gout could do it, no one was that good! Others claimed they had seen him do it.
"Why don't you prove it then?" the Pirate who liked Kittens and Sunsets said.
"Fine!" shouted Gout, "I will!"
"Oh, I'll go fetch the dart board!" the Albino Pirate chimed. The pirates all took their seats in anticipation. The Pirate with Gout left the room while Albino Pirate hung the wooden circle and collected the darts.
When the Pirate with Gout returned, he was holding a red piece of cloth. Balancing himself on one of his crutches, he wrapped the cloth over his eyes and held out his hand. Albino Pirate placed the darts in Gout's hand, and the pirate smirked.
Pulling his arm back, he threw dart and it landed right in the middle circle. Bullseye. The pirates all ooh
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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