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Welcome to St Nicholas's Market, where you are greeted by worn metal pillars marking the entrance and demand you ' pay down upon the nail'. Chequered scuffed floors and a small grand entrance that house so much.
Hot spicy sauces to blow your head off, metaphorically speaking. Hats, bags and t-shirts bearing modern inscriptions sit next to gloves and scarves designed not made long ago.
Bristol Blue glass that made its name a household one. Speaking of household names, Banksy's priceless artwork on t-shirts sit next to a store long thought dead - the last remaining hardware store.
Every possible item and accessory you could possibly need to make your very own bicycle, just bring the frame itself. Small period toys that look older than the fossils hacked and broken from who knows where.
Looking for a present for an aspiring Goth? Silver jewellery, Celtic and pagan to accent elegant metal attire.
Incence sticks, scents and oils send your mind flying to the mystical, before a greas
as i was walkingWalking up the steep hill and basking in the golden glow, from beautiful Bath stones in the afternoon sun.
A soldier stands poised, ready with bayonet to strike. He defends his patch of grass but everyone walks on by.
Jets of water streaming from dolphins and Pan, their movements flowing freer than they ever can.
Behind them your host looks out, standing like a statue on his plinth.
Watching lions guard the way, flanking their king and protecting the way. Cold grey steps lead you up, whilst heavy lanterns from a Dickensian novel will light the late traveler.
Approach the pillars that could have come from Ancient Rome and enter; let the entertainment commence.
As you leave spare a thought for those you have passed by. Looking out they can never look behind.
.: 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
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
[Human!HungaryX Dead!ReaderX Human!Prussia] Reboot
A room the darkness has come to love.
A witch so hauntingly then appears.
She greets me only to turn then say goodbye.
The time the seasons began to freeze.
The days that never pass would pile up as snow.
I think about it all of the time.
The sun shone brightly on (town/city name), with hardly a single cloud in the sky. You were content with happily enjoying some ice cream with your friends Elizaveta and Gilbert. They often teased each other and you would sit back and watch, often video taping it on your cellphone. The happy days of summer vacation. You never wanted it to end!
You all did what you normally did- played pranks on neighbors and strangers, annoyed Roderich a little, and somehow even convinced your parents to let you spend the night at Elizaveta's (though, you didn't tell them Gilbert was coming, but that's just a minor detail~). That night, you all talked and laughed and played games in the dark.
"Hey, guys!" You got their attention, snapping your fingers in the mi
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
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
watching people6 foot tall. Graying hair shows some white. Shaved back and sides a clue to the past; a military build. Wrinkles here and there, not bad for his age. Long black coat, utilitarian clothes. Nothing fancy. Working clothes. This is a working man.
In good condition, his steps do not falter. Grey eyes that have seen to much. Holding back; does not let you in. Pain; old pain but still there. A confident approach, calm, calculating, looking to get to the point. Straight forward. Stand up straight. Eyes focused on the job. Every move specific to the task at hand.
Ready to more. Like a snake ready to strike. Waiting to strike. Will strike when necessary. Eyes are piercing, looking constantly, trying to figure out what's going on.
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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