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HEROMAN: HEROIC :Fanfic:
Summary: IN YOUR MINDIN YOUR MIND</i>
Warning(s): Rape, mentions of sex, gunviolence, general violence, kinks, homosexuality, death, excessive language, sexual references, mentions of child abuse, flashbacks.
Summary: A seperate universe, a seperate planet. An entire planet that's been ruled for thousands of years by a single man. He's tyrannical, he doesn't care about his people beyond the desendents of those who helped him take over. He holds beliefs that few follow and choose to believe in, but these beliefs are Absolute. You don't say 'no' no matter if he persecutes you or the one you love. You shut up and deal.
Only he has the power to live for as long as he chooses.
He does unspeakable things that the people know of- known secrets. Never discussed but always known.
He could probably go on doing what he does forever.
But he took one action that sets forward two people to finally take him out.
Warning(s): Pedophilia, incest, pedocest, blood, violence, language, transgender, homosexuality, suggested/implied rape, reference to rape, mild sex references, ukes/shotas, semes, catboys, verbal abuse, pedorape, cliches, alternate universe.
Summary: An Alternate Universe Japanese government came upon the idea to bioengineer their soldiers- train them from a young age with mental and physical abuse and experiments galore. They take children from all walks of life at varying ages to test how they react, and see who's the strongest.
They work in a partner system, much like the Loveless battle system, though not with word spells.
They're put into battles to see who succeeds- how they survive.
A weapon to a master, one cannot be replaced should they die. If a weapon is terminated, so is their master and vice versa. Rarely is there reason for you to live after your other half has died.
And on a rare, rare occassion, your m
Warning(s): Transgender, crossdressing, language.
Summary: Melissa Sanvey is seventeen years old and attending boarding school in British Columbia of Canada. She's been sitting on the fact for years, trying to drive it out of her mind. Change it. Change herself.
Because in all reality, Melissa's a boy with the body of a girl.
AwaYIt's all black outside. Little stars twinkle through the cloud cover every so often but mostly hid from everything.
Vhi peeked outside his door, looking for people. There weren't any. Not any at all. It was late and most people were asleep. It made him a little sad that no one was around, but in the end they would've run away anyway. They always ran away. He'd almost had a friend once.
But she was just as afraid as everyone else in the end.
He'd tried to cover his face- hide it. But you can't hide that kind of thing. People are curious- they ask questions.
Or the little hope that says "Maybe she'll be okay with me." speaks up and controls you for a moment.
And then that moment makes it all bad.
There was always hope in Vhi's mind though- that maybe someone wouldn't be afraid. Flower wasn't afraid.
Flower had never been afraid of him.
Silence and loudness were a good match.
"Hey! Move it jackass!"
Vhi looked at the guy whom Flower had yelled at. The man turned arou
Speak of LoveLet us speak of love!
Think of love!
Let us be one with the one we love!
And never let hate shatter us!
Kisses and hugs and gropes and
from there on
Starts off small,
should ever matter.
Of where you live,
of where you're "legal."
But it all does.
So we take our stand-
Stand and speak of love!
Let us all love who we wish to love,
Love and what goes with it.
Never let the hate in.
Soul Eater Drabble FestPAIRINGS
Big breasts, big butt, curvy body.
Everything Maka wanted, her friend had.
From being envious to girl crush...
Then the crush grew. She blushed.
A crush wasn't a crush anymore.
"I think I love you!"-Maka
Tsubaki just stared. She couldn't speak.
She didn't know what to say.
It was the last thing expected.
Lost for thoughts, lost for words.
She couldn't respond. Truth or lie?
Will and pride made him strong.
There were sides only she saw.
Tracing his skin, she felt scars.
Not that he hid them. Just...
He never made show of them.
He was afraid- only she knew.
He's loud, she's not. A balance?
His energy would always amaze her.
Screw symmetry. She drew him in.
He didn't want to change her,
although he still twitched about it.
He saw all of her. She didn't.
She should just listen to Medusa.
Would it be better? Probably not.
He wished he had a human form.
+CHRIS TAMERTHON'S Point OF View+
I grab clothes from my closet- it's at least three in the morning. Took me two hours to get the clothes in the first place.
They're on my bed now-
Denim skirt. It's simple- goes about to midthigh, restricts movement- you can't run in it. I like it anyway.
Pink shirt. It's a spaghetti strap- tight to the skin, would be emphasizing my curves if I had any to speak of. A bra wouldn't help this case- it would just squish and be awkward. I can't stuff- looks even faker.
People would call me a crossdresser- maybe. Maybe not since I can't even convince myself to put the stuff on. I've wanted to ever since I was little but I couldn't. Jen keeps a close eye on me at all times. I think she suspects something- or that I'm gay- which I'm not.
I'm a girl... but I don't look like a girl- I have a... penis for the love of God!
If I got a boyfriend... not that I can- but would that make me gay? Would he be gay?
Hoped on RomanceHoped on Romance
+Chris' Point of View+
I wish girls would stop hitting on me... Stupid, STUPID body of mine- tells everyone one thing... they can't see the other.
If a boy came to hit on me, I'd probably blush really bad. Then I'd get called queer and fag. Even though I'm not- maybe I'm strange compared to what the norm is but I am not gay. I like boys. I don't like girls like that. Not that I really have a problem WITH people like that but... I don't want to be called gay! I think Mom already thinks that of me though...
Romance novels suck. They suck REALLY bad. It's all love and happy and sex and then cheating and then more sex. That's all they are. There's nothing more real- definately nothing I can relate to.
Setting the book back on the shelf, I start walking around the department store again. I'm here because Dad wanted to get out, and I wanted to get away from Mom. And I need new track shorts- the ones I have are so stained with blood from tripping when I wa
Utter Non-sense: A Poem you wont understandHellur?
In your face
in the sky
Where we fly high
when the moon seems to shine
But the clock ran out of time
like you had to much wine
For every time you dine
you're in love
When push comes to shove
bells go ring, ticky ticky ting, bitzabellla
And it's time for the slurpy lip smack of stratachella
sleepy random rhymingTickle the pickle...mittens the kitten...ring of the king...the givers dead on the riverbed...goodnight midnight..I yawn at dawn...time for a deep sleep...
Epic Hetalia Rap Battle - Germany vs. AmericaEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!
Germany, Japan, Italy vs. America and England!!
Allo zere, ze name’s Germany
Ze best emcee of Hetalia for all eternity
I won’t need a manual to crush zis worm
I’ll torture you viz my vhip and make you squirm
I’m killing zis mic and it’s about to get worst
And Alfred, you can go suck on my bratwurst
Ve all know who’s raps are purer
So I’ll just sit back and drink a beer
You may be the hero, but I am your Führer!
Oh you wanna play this game?
Well it’s 2P yo!
I’m a superpower, biatch!
Check out my sick ass flow!
You think you’re so manly with your Mawaru dance?
But truth be told, you’re more gay than France
While you and your boyfriend Italy were Painting it White
I’m dropping bombs like it’s World War 2, dude
You lost the fight!
You won’t escape, you can’t possibry reave
Journal of a DogPeople are horrible for this planet. I mean, they're always throwing these round pieces of garbage on the ground. I think they call it a ball. They throw them on the ground! So I, caring for me planet, decide to pick it up. I bring it back to them, so they can put it where it belongs. And they throw it again! I finally got frustrated and chewed it up.Then they got mad at ME for making a mess! They called me a bad dog, and put me in the kennel. That is the last time I'll care for this planet.
Melanin Songhe has too much red melanin
and now he looks like crap
long hours spent out in the sun
have boilt the strong man’s back
he looks tough now but when he’s old
his skin will all but crack
and then it’s off to meet the Reaper
where he’ll feast on Lobster meat
does it sting you close to home
the fate of Crooked Jack
than do not loiter in the Sun
and let the wind be at your back
Liquid SquidHello mister liquid squid,
How are you today,
Mister liquid squid?
I see you like tea,
Mister liquid squid
And your magnificent colors are to die for,
Mister liquid squid
Your grace is amazing,
Mister liquid squid
You sound so smart,
Look that way too,
Mister liquid squid
Oh, mister liquid squid
Tell me how you got such a majestic air!
The talent you behold is stunning,
Mister liquid squid!
Take me to your ocean,
For I believe it would be a grand experience,
Dear mister liquid squid!
Can you teach me to dance,
Mister liquid squid?
What an amazing thing,
Our dear mister liquid squid
Ah, mister liquid squid,
It was lovely seeing you,
I see it is farewell,
Mister liquid squid!
I do hope to see you again,
Mister liquid squid
FiF: Anielskie skrzydla Rozdział 2
-Strzelaj Fin! Może i to są ćwiczeni, ale jak oberwiesz to boli jak cholera!-Darła się na Flynn'a szefowa jego oddziału.
-Koniec!!-mówi generał młodzieżowej jednostki specjalnej Rixon, strzelanina ustaje. Obolali rekruci ruszyli do swoich pokoi. Jako że Fineasz został zwerbowany ostatni, dostał mu się pokój razem ze dowódcą swojego oddziału.
-Sam poczekaj.-mówi zdyszany Fineasz doganiając dziewczynę.
-Czego chcesz Flynn?-pyta brunetka, nie zwalniając kroku.
-Minęło już trzy lata odkąd się poznaliśmy, a ja nic o tobie nie wiem.-zaczyna Finieasz.
-No i co w związku z tym?-pyta Jessica bez emocji.
-No…może byś mi coś o sobie powiedziała?-chłopak próbuje nawiązać rozmowę. Dziewczyna nie odpowiedziała, nie lubiła opowiadać o swojej przeszłości, ale
EFF THE CHEESE... I think...I like you,
and I like cheese.
I like cheese as much
you hate cheese!
I don't know how!
But you do!
And it makes me sad!
I like you...
so I can't hate
I just really
that this doesn't
Get in the way,
of our relationship!
Cheese and dumpster-love.
Ain't that healthy?
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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