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Once upon a time,
The ultimate and legendary Dexzernq79 was walking down the street with his Nike's. Then, an elderly guy walked up to him. "Jolly good day, right, mate?", asked the elder. "Yes, it is quite lovely indeed!", replied Dexzernq79. "Hey, would you like to follow me, jolly good sir?", asked the elder. "Uh, okay, sure.", replied Dexzernq79. The elder lead the way, and the two walked for a few minutes. Then, the elder opened up an underground hatch that opened up to a set of stairs which lead to a dark room. In the room, the elder told Dexzernq79 to walk into a laminated glass door. He did so, and then the elder locked the door. Then, Dexzernq79 found out that he was in a glass cage, labelled "Anime Users". He wasn't the only one in the cage. Three others: InvincibleForever, NapsterGastly, and Inspiringly were also stuck in the cage. "That guy. He's evil. He locked us in this cage, and locked many others in different cages.", said InvincibleForever. Dexzernq79 looked around and found her statement was correct. There were many other cages. One cage was labelled "Drawn Users" and had Idunno, TheImbecileOfLife, and a few others. Another cage was labelled, "CGI Users", and Cilidiaz was stuck alone in the cage. There was even another cage labelled, "Realistic Users" and had Mr_Awesome_Riley and Keela in there. There were many other cages, and they all had different users trapped in them. Lots of other cages in a dark, dark underground hatch. Dexzernq79 immediately thought about escaping. But how? He asked some of his co-kidnapped users. "So, how long have you been here?", he asked. "About five days", replied NapsterGastly. "Three days.", said InvincibleForever. "I've been here for two days.", said Inspiringly. "Well, in that time, have you thought about a possible escape plan?", asked Dexzernq79.
Part one- Voltron: Legendary Defender fanfic (includes my OCs Ashton, Maria, Queriso, Akame, and Stacie)
Crashing in the golden sand in the mechanical dragon thing isn't the worst thing that's happened to me in 10 years, but now I'm alone. I have no idea where I am. I'm 10 years old and at this age I have been spiralled into an inescapable conflict.
It sucks being the princess of the Galra empire sometimes.
I lay my head on the dashboard, willing myself not to give up. I drag myself out of the pilot seat and walk to the exit. Jumping out onto the sand, I turn around slowly to see a hut near the water.
Realising I'm not going to get much sleep tonight, I climb into a nearby palm tree. I watch the waves until about seven the next morning.
I hop down from my perch, preparing to fix my dragon. But there's someone here already. A boy with almost blonde hair and a girl with a long dark braid.
"Oh, so this place does have existing life forms."
"Obviously. Where are you even from?"
I look at the blonde boy, whose sparkling green eyes are glowing with curiosity.
"I'm from a planet near the centre of the universe. Zabira."
"Mm. Sounds fun."
"My name's Ashton. What's yours?"
"Queriso. This here is my sister Maria."
The dark haired girl turns to me and smiles.
I'm going to like this place I think.
-SEVEN YEARS LATER-
I shut off the call to Akame and Stacie- I swear they're drug addicts or something- and set my laptop on the desk next to me. I turn on my side and see my best friend starting to wake up.
"Mmh- morning Ash."
"Morning. Sleep well?"
"Lance, you know I haven't slept since Shiro disappeared a year ago."
Lance furrows his eyebrows, remembering my teammates, Takashi and Matt, who went missing on a mission to the moon of Pluto. There were rumours saying it was a pilot error that caused them to crash, but there's no evidence of a crash there.
I write fics on tumblr... mainly Klance... you will be inundated with Klance fics within a week most probably. Some of them are smooty so yh just a heads up if that's not your thing, but there's a lot of floof.... gay floof mainly.... hopefully that fits what you want to read
One long and sexy day in a small town that very few know of, FistWolf was born a man cursed with wolves for fists. AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA! He ripped his chest hairs out and exclaimed, "AMERICA!" And then a big freaking explosion happened. As he saw the bright, red flame, he gasped and said, "If only I could turn into a duck and fly away!" The man thought as he looked out the window. Then he turned into DUCK, with FISTS instead of legs! And then he started to sing, "BEEP! BEEP! I'm a Jeep! Chicken nugget, poop is cool. BEEP! BEEP! I'm a Jeep! OH MY GOSH THE BLOOD!"
And then a spooky skeleton popped out. "Stay turnt, Ponyboy!" He said, and then he ate Nicholas Cage. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!" The duck shouted.
After that, something very peculiar happened. Both of their families agreed, and the world saw the first marriage of a skeleton and a duck.
And that's where babies come from!
Part five of my Hunger Games fanfic.
Here I am. The Hunger Games. Right in the middle of a big arena, with tons of people watching me. Three tributes have already died, believe me or not. The girl from District 2, Petunia Thornewater, the girl from District 5, Zanna Meadowsand, and the boy from District 4, Branch Wildgaze, all because they stepped off their metal circles. How pathetic. I learned from three other games that my siblings were in to wait for the gong to ring, then run to the Cornucopia or run to the forest. Running to the Cornucopia gives you a chance to get some supplies, but there's a chance you might die. Running into the forest first gives you a lesser chance to die at first, but you have no supplies. As I was thinking, the gong rung. I immediately stepped off my metal circle, and ran to the Cornucopia. The first thing I grabbed was a medium-sized black drawstring bag, and a halfway filled water bottle a few feet from the bag. I was about to grab some more stuff, until I looked to my left, and saw a boy about a year or two younger then me laying on his side, an arrow right through his body. Two girls were next to him, also with an arrow through their bodies. I don't know who did that, but I'm not sticking around to find out. I quickly stuffed the water bottle in the drawstring bag, put the bag on my shoulder, and ran as fast as I could to the forest. I stopped running about 7 minutes later, removed the drawstring bag from my shoulder, and opening it, removing the contents from inside. A bag, filled with three apples, a bottle of emetic, a small green sleeping bag, a small black box, and the water bottle. I was about to open the box, until I heard some leaves rustling. I looked behind me, to see a girl, with hands behind her back. "Finally." She said, walking closer. "I've been looking for you."
Part four of my Hunger Games fanfic.
It's the last day of being in the Capitol. Tomorrow is the start of the Hunger Games. The day I fight the other 23 tributes in the Games. The day it's kill or be killed. The day my life will change forever. Naturally, I was nervous. The way I calm my nerves is pacing back and forth for a while, so I stepped out of my room, and started pacing the halls. The interview was good. All Fellord asked me was the regular junk, like, "How did you feel when your name was called?" "How are you liking the Capitol so far?", and all that. Before the interview, I made sure to flirt with Neptune a few times. When my sister, Dove, was in the Games, she always flirted with the boy tribute, Colt, and even pretended to have a crush on him. It was convincing, but I knew it was because she wanted gifts from sponsors. And it worked, because she got at least 7 gifts. Training was good too. I usually use knives to make jewelry back at home, so I'm pretty good with a knife. I practiced knife throwing on a straw dummy in training, and I made the target almost every time. Moxi told me that if I got a hand on a knife or two in the games, that I'd do well for sure. So all I have to do is fight 23 other people for a sharp object if I want a chance to win. Nice. As I was thinking about those events, I heard someone ask, "Juniper? What are you doing?" I turned around, seeing Neptune. "I'm just nervous." I answered. "Well, I don't blame you. I'm nervous too. In fact, who isn't?" Neptune explained. I nodded in respond. "This is just so unfair." Neptune started. "I can't believe they make us fight to the death for their entertainment. Especially Amber, that 12 year old girl from District 9." I nodded again, since I agree. It is unfair. I'd say something in response, but I decided to go back to my room before someone heard us. Besides, I need some good sleep for the Games tomorrow.
Part three of my Hunger Games fanfic.
"So, what do you think of your dress?" The designers, Blue Dusktide and Neon Thornefeather, asked me. I looked down at the dress they made for me. It's a simple light blue dress that goes down to my ankles. "I like it." I answered while smiling. They nodded and smiled back, walking away afterwards. The train ride to get here was fantastic. I loved the food the most. Lamb legs drizzled with sauce, juicy apples, hard rolls, and sparkling juice. It made my mouth water just thinking about it. Blue and Neon dressed me up for an interview with the announcer at the Games, Fellord Willsmith. I was about to find Blue and Neon to thank them, until Willow shouted from somewhere, "Juniper! Neptune! It's time for the interview!"
Before the interview, all 24 tributes have to be introduced. As I was standing in the chariot with Neptune, I looked at the other chariots. Only a few stood out to me. A girl with long wavy blonde hair from District 7. A boy with hair as black as the night from District 3. A girl with long frizzy red hair from District 10. But the worst was a young girl who looked no older then 12 from District 9. She had straight black hair that went to her shoulders. She reminded me of my late sister, Opal. She was only twelve when she was picked for the Hunger Games, and she was one of the first to die. I closed my eyes tightly, to try to fight back tears and push the memory out of my head. As I opened them, I was sitting across from Fellord. With the look on his face, I could tell he was impatient, and wanted to start the interview.
Starstorm was a small black cat with white speckles, akin to the starry sky, which is how he got his name. He was a young warrior, yet experienced enough not to be an apprentice anymore. Enough about him, though. Let's get to the story.
So anyway, Starstorm was sneaking out past ThunderClan borders, but first, he needed to drink from the Blessed River. It reflected the moon so beautifully, because it shone with the spirits of the great souls of the past leaders, and all of their loyal followers. Once he was done, he walked over to a bush. Once he got there, he tried to walk through it, but it was thorned! He MEOWLED in pain, and tried to get to the medicine cat center without hurting himself more. Once he finally got there, he told the medicine cat, named Greenstripe, that he needed help with a thorned bush, and she took the spikes out of his back and paws, rubbed some leaf oil on him where the spikes were, and sent him on his way. (Part 1)
-WHY ERERI SHOULD BE ERMIKA-
(ATTACK ON TITAN / SHENGEKI NO KYOJIN)
Eren: Levi heichou I love you
Levi: Fuck you
Eren: don't want to admit it?
Levi: I'm totally straight eren you know this
Eren: straight? AS A CIRCLE MAYBE
Levi: shut up
Eren: you wish *grabs Levi's whiskey*
Levi: aren't you too young to drink that?
Eren: aren't you too short to clean the top shelf?
Eren: ... OMG I DIDN'T MEAN IT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
Levi: too short? TOO FREAKING SHORT?!!!?
Eren: I didn't mean it!
Eren: LEVI WTF PUT THE KATANAS AWAY
Levi: MAKE ME!!
*Levi cuts his head off*
Levi: ha ha eren now who's short now?
LEVI WOULDN'T HAVE KILLED HIM IF HE WAS WITH MIKASA ERMIKA IS REAL LOVE!!!!
The Calbel Blitzkrieg: Part Three: Prolouge Continued Again
So, I was going to go to school the next day, and I saw this formation on the side of the school. One side was wearing red outfits, and the other side was wearing blue outfits. "Anonymous, you need to choose a side to stay on. There are teams Treflight and Aqueolight. Go to Treflight is you want Calbel Land to be rebuilt. Go to Aqueolight is you want Calbel Land to stay the same", said Muddy, who was wearing a blue outfit. "Which colour is which side?", I asked. "Treflight is red. Aqueolight is blue.", replied Muddy. I knew I had to choose a side, as much as I didn't want to. I knew I had to, or else life will get a lot more miserable for me, and people would probably be enemies with me because I didn't choose their side. I gave it thought, and then came up with my choice. "I'd like to be on team Aqueolight.", I said. Some Treflight members glared at me. Muddy gave me a blue outfit to wear, and it was actually kind of comfortable. Then, the Aqueolights went to some underground lair that they had originally had for Calbel meetings. The Treflights had their own lair as well. "Well, I didn't think that we would be here so fast", said CrystalMajestica, who was in our team. "Yeah, me neither, but all of the debate in the last few days has really caused some excitement.", replied Idunno. "Well, since we're here, what should we converse about?", I asked. "Well, Treflight doesn't seem too savage yet, so we can just hang out in this area right here. How about we turn on the news?", replied HurricaneJ. He turned on the television, and there were two buttons that appeared. One said "Treflight" and the other said "Aqueolight". I was surprised how they already installed the two sides into the television. HurricaneJ selected "Aqueolight", and we watched together for a while.
The Calbel Blitzkrieg: Part Two: Prolouge Continued
The teacher walked in, and told us to write an essay about how we are unique. But, after the instructions, there were people raising their hands and asking about the debate we had in Shower Thoughts class. Not too many people in my Shower Thoughts first period class came to Does Anybody Else second period, so that meant people must have talked to eachother about the topic in transition between classes. Yet again, the class was arguing about whether Calbel Land should be reconstructed or not. Until the end of the period, people were arguing. Then, the bell rang. I went to my third period class, Stories, and the same thing happened. In their stories, they wrote about Calbel Land getting reconstructed and in other stories, Calbel Land staying the same. It was chaos. Then, the lunch bell rang. Even though I only had toast for breakfast, I couldn't really eat because the students were still arguing. In fourth period, Dreams, I started wondering how the simple topic of Calbel Land changing could have turned into such chaos. In fifth period, Would You Rather, people were making Would You Rather questions about changing Calbel Land or keeping it the same. In sixth period, Random, people were going all over the place with their comments about burning down Calbel Land or keeping it the way it is. Then, in seventh period, Category Ideas, people were suggesting that a category about the argument was added to the website. Even after school, people were arguing. When I arrived home, I immediately went upstairs and plopped on my bed, thinking about how me and a few other classmates have caused such a crazy event. The next day of school, the same thing happened, and a few days after, people on the news were talking about what had happened in school. I just wanted everything to be peaceful again. But, little did I know, everything was about to get worse.
Hello! I am the anonymous guy who created the story about me waking up in a dark room with Wanker in it. Well, I have seen Cilidiaz's comment to make the story a series, and even though only one person said so, I will make a series! Also, Cilidiaz, you can be in it. Enjoy the story:
The Calbel Blitskreig: Part One: Prolouge
Hello. My name is Anonymous, and I live in Calbel Land. I live in Anonymous Neighbourhood, where all the other anonymous users live. It is very peaceful around where I live. At least, it was. But, that's too far ahead. Let's stick to the beginning of the story. My name is Anonymous. Oh wait, I already did that. Okay, so I woke up at 6:00 AM one school morning. I attend Calbel.com School, which was designed by URockMyWorld. I have to get to school by 6:45, so I started my daily routine and went to school. The bell rang, and I started getting ready to go to my first period class, Shower Thoughts. When I went there, we were discussing the life of Calbel Land and our assignment was to find some interesting realisations about the life. So, me and some other anonymous kids were discussing such matters. By the way, the users with identities don't really like anonymous students, so I couldn't pair up with them. So, we were discussing how we were just in the middle of nowhere in the Internet. We were discussing how there was only one school in all of Calbel Land, and that there are many people here, so we need more schools. We kept discussing and discussing, and we started realising that the land needed some cleanup. So, my group decides to ask the teacher and some other students for their opinions on the matter. The class seemed to be divided in two: the ones who wanted the reconstruct Calbel Land, and the ones who thought it was fine the way it was. Then, the bell rang. When I arrived in second period, Does Anybody Else, I kept thinking about the discussion in the last class. But, class was starting, so I decided to brush the thoughts off.
I don't know how I managed to stumble upon the bloodied door, but I must have been even more stupid to go down there. I slowly walked down the long stairway, closely examining messages which I could only assume were written with nothing but blood. As soon as I got to the bottom and opened the seal, I was hit by a foul smell. I took a step forward, into the bathroom. The entire room was filled with corpses to the brim. 'My God,' I whispered to myself. It was then that I realised I was not the only one down there. I knew what must be done. Pistol drawn, I slowly but quietly walked down the corpse littered corridors. I heard a muffled scream, coming from the room ahead of me. I cautiously made my way over there, checking behind my shoulder occasionally by partially instinct, but I must admit, mostly fear. I got to the door, I hesitated. I was aware of the horrors that existed within this now famine stricken world. Since the war had started, there were many strange creatures. Reluctantly, I moved my hand to the doorknob, but at that moment, the door was flung open, and what looked to me to be an elephant-unicorn crossbreed charged me. I struggled to find my pistol. The fear I experienced made me forget that it was simply in my hand. I finally got myself together, took aim and fired. Whatever it was died instantly. I was about to take another shot to confirm the kill, until I heard rapidly approaching footsteps from the same room. I reloaded my pistol, and prepared for the worst.
There I was, sitting in a dark room. I knew I shouldn't have done such a thing. I knew he would capture me. My mind started racing with things that I could have done instead of what I really did. I knew that it wasn't going to work. Oh well. There he was, coming out of the darkness. I'm dead meat. "Well, did you think you could get away with such a thing?", said Wanker. "I would think you would be smarter than that, because of that dreaded lesson Dusty taught you." "Dusty's lesson was not the reason I had such power, Wanker! It was the bloody knife!", I yelled. "Wow, telling me all you know, huh? You know who else did that? Poor old URockMyWorld. Remember what happened to her? That might be you." I tried not to cry after thinking about what happened to URockMyWorld. She was so young. Then, out of nowhere, the door opened, and there he was. DinoDudeMike. "So, remember that old school I was talking about? You know, Calbel.com School? The one that was destroyed many years ago? Yeah, well I found the bloody knife in there.", he said. "Give it to me. Now!", hissed Wanker. "No way! This is Idunno's! Also, this is one of the idols! I can't just give it to you!", said DinoDudeMike. "But Idunno is dead!", yelled Wanker. "Is he? Oh, never mind! This is still not going to you!", yelled DinoDudeMike. Even though he was persistent, I knew that he was not going to achieve that, because when Wanker pulled out that gun, I knew it was the end. He pulled the trigger. There went DinoDudeMike, falling to the floor. I wish I could just save him, but it's too late. Or is it? Or is it? Or is iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii- Sorry! We couldn't tell you the rest of the story because of some difficulties. Please wait a little while.
So, do you want me to make a series out of this? Tell me in the comments!