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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 Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov
Air Vents Clint x ReaderAKA Five times you met Clint in the air vents and one time you didn’t
1 When you first moved into the tower
It was hard to believe it had been almost a week since your cousin Tony called to invite you to stay at his tower. It was even harder to believe that it also housed the Avengers for the time being. Of course you had only met Bruce and Steve, seeing as Thor was back in Asgard and everyone’s favorite assassins were on a mission.
“I wonder why Tony made this air vents so large.” You mused aloud as you easily crawled through them. It was like he was asking for you to sneak into his lab and re-paint his Iron Man glittery pink and glittery purple. You were so deep in thought that you never even noticed that somebody was in front of you until they cleared your throat.
“You must be (y/n).”
“That’s me and I’m guessing that you’re Clint.” You replied smiling at him after blowing a stray
France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7][Male Name] [Last Name] was the prince of [Kingdom Name]. He was a rather handsome young man, complete with silky [hair colour] locks and dazzling [eye colour] eyes. He was the son of king Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Héderváry. Truth be told, he was adopted by the king and queen of [Kingdom Name]. [Male Name] was adopted when he was roughly ten years of age. Just a young, abandoned child. Roderich and Elizaveta had brought him their family, and brought him of them up as a respectable young man. [Male Name] was now eighteen, and was set to marry.
He was engaged to a princess from the neighbouring kingdom. He had never net her before, but he knew her name. She was Alice Kirkland, a Brit. From what [Male Name] was told, she had blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He had tried to picture her in his mind for quite some time, but he was unable to conjure up a decent image.
He had never wanted this arranged marriage. As soppy as it sounds, he had wanted to marry out o
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
A Fan-Fiction by ketzle
It took all of your willpower not to scream out in agony. The pain was excruciating. All you knew was something knocked you in the head, hard. Now all you felt was the infliction that was brought upon you. You had never felt anything like it. The pain was like a searing fire that pushed its way through your skull. You knew that you were crying, sobbing even, but you couldn’t hear that. You couldn’t even hear your own voice as you comforted yourself.
You screwed open your eyes to see bodies lying motionlessly around you. Cars were turned over on roads and night lamps were bent in places that were not normal. You tried to pick yourself up, but your body refused to move. So, you just lied there and took in the crystal blue sky.
You're Special (Egypt x Disabled!Reader)
"H-hello?" you asked when you heard a small knock on the door.
"Yes, room service," a quiet voice said behind the door.
"Come in," you said, getting up and trying to find your crutches. Your leg stump began throbbing as you hopped over to the door, opening it. You smiled as a tanned face made its way into your hotel room, pushing a cart in front of him.
You sighed silently as his eyes slowly crept over to your leg stump, bandaged up.
You got that by a boat accident, where a bratty 14-year-old boy crashed into your tiny boat, also causing slight mental retardness.
And you hated it when people questioned or tried to look at your stump.
You were still human, right?
"Thanks for the room service," you grumbled, now grumpy because his eyes were still on your leg. You hopped over to the bed, sitting on it.
"What happened?" the man asked suddenly.
Your eyes widened at the sudden question. Everybody who questioned your stump would either come up to you and have a slight conversation before slow
i am alpha and omegaShe stands up, dizzy and drunk. Wonders when her heels came unstrapped, and grips the glass she's got in her hand tighter than she holds her rosary on sleepless nights. Her vision hazy, she trips over her own twisted ankles trying to stand up and pulls the bottom hem of her dress down because her mother taught her two things: One, a lady never shows her ass in public. Two, a lady only drinks the strongest of whiskeys. That was before she had skipped town to pal around with her new boyfriend that had pockets deeper than Lake Baikal, if you know what I'm saying.
The silence is heavy as she slowly makes her way out of whatever hallway she had found herself in, stepping over someone else's body that's marinated in liquor for only god knows how long. It takes an effort not to tumble down the stairs in her shit-faced state, and she barely makes it out alive. There's a door. Opens it. There's a city outside cast in the glow of a purple sunrise,
Another Damsel Dilemma TrioYou know the drill by now. Three short stories of 1,500 words, each focusing on reader requests and/or OC's of other artists which I admire. Enjoy!
Squirrely and Softpaws
“So what daring adventures are you developing for our readers this week Dina?” Tom asked as he applied the finishing splashes of colour to another of his pictures.
Dina bit her top lip in frustration as she stared at the blank page on her computer monitor. “I’m really struggling to think of a new story this week. Eurgh, I hate writers block.”
Tom noticed her frustration, and abandoned his art to instead massage Dina’s shoulders through her purple polo top with the collar turned up. “Don’t worry about it gorgeous. You’ll get a surge of inspiration from somewhere I’m sure. Why don’t you put the writing away for a couple of hours and relax a bit?”
Dina found herself tempted by Tom’s s
Japan x Fem Reader So Long Part 2“I’m so late,” you yelled as you sprinted across the street, “Mr. Kiku, please still be there!” you bumped into a countless number of people and was almost hit by 3 cars before finally reaching the sakura forest, “Hello, is anyone here?!” you called, “Mr. Kiku please, if you’re there answer me! Kiku, no. This is all my fault.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. You cried for a long time before a hand gently lay on your shoulder.
“_____-san?” you opened your eyes, looked up and there he was, at least you thought it was, it was hard to see through your tears.
“K-Kiku?” he gave a small smile and nodded. You were so overjoyed to see him that you that you hugged him and cried tears of joy “Oh Kiku, I was so scared I’d never see you again. I missed you.” Kiku blushed.
You’re in my personar space again.” You laughed as you slowly
Japan X Fem Reader So Long Part 1You woke up in the middle of a sakura tree forest. ‘Where am I,’ you thought. Apart from the teddy bear you had, you were all alone. “Hello,” you asked with your little voice, “is anyone here?” You suddenly heard a rustle in the bush and out popped a little Japanese boy with raven black hair and chocolate brown hair. He looked at you as if he’s never seen a girl before. “Kon’nichiwa,” the boy said “my name is Honda Kiku. What is yours?”
“Oh hello,” you squeaked, “my name is ________.”
“Hajimemshite (nice to meet you) _______-san.” He came out of the bush and bowed away, “My aporogies but I must be going.”
“Wait Mr. Kiku” you came to him and gave him your toy, “I want you to have this.”
“You do? But we just met.”
“Can we meet again here in a few centuries, I really want to be your friend.”
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.
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