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“We’re going to have to retrieve her ourselves,” mused Hercules as he watched a tangled mess of thick fur sniff at the meal leftovers he had tossed onto the ground. The fur, merely a stray cat dressed for the weather, seemed hesitant at first, but then ate the small morsel. Kiku apologized, a habit that Hercules was more than used to. However, sometimes he found the politeness a bit unnecessary at times. “Estonia-san was either unable to obtain her or simply chose not to assist us,” Kiku sighed, looking at his grey mittens as snow melted on the fabric. Hercules sighed; he had hoped to be on an airplane home by

It was school play season at Talia High School. This year’s theme was a classic, Romeo and Juliet and everyone in school legible to audition.  Many girls tried out for many parts, mainly the most covenant role of Juliet. Most of the boys went out for other positions like stagehands and set makers. Though there were a few boys who wanted to actually act. Alfred for instance wanted to be the Nurse. “Anything to wear a fuckin’ dress,” said Maximo. “Fuck you,” he growled. “By the way, great fuckin’ party Friday,” “Right? I didn’t think it lasted that long,” “Or how

A/N: There is a bit of Violence and Gore in this chapter, just a heads up. P R E V I O U S L Y Allistor and Gilbert were finishing up their conversation when the ship suddenly felt as if it hit a huge rock. You heard the crew members shouting and yelling, this caught both Allistor's and Gilbert's attention. Gilbert ran over to the cabin door, and opened it. The scene before him was horrifying. There before him stood Lord Braginski. ~ Gilbert jumped back on instinct.  "How did you get on my ship!?" He demanded, Lord Braginski, as they called him, was smiling like a small adorable child. To you, he didn't look like he was that scary, what

~*~*~*~*~*~ Got a secret Can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save Better lock it, in your pocket Taking this one to the grave If I show you then I know you Won't tell what I said 'Cause two can keep a secret If one of them is dead… Why do you smile Like you have told a secret Now you're telling lies 'Cause you're the one to keep it But no one keeps a secret No one keeps a secret Why when we do our darkest deeds Do we tell? They burn in our brains Become a living hell Cause everyone tells Everyone tells… ~*~*~*~*~*~ "Have a good night, lass." The ginger-headed Scottish man gave you a two finger salute, cigarette held firmly

(AU Note: For maximum effect, please listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ-QLl5qjLg) I stood on top of the wall, looking down at the city of Trost. I had chosen this particular time to do it because all the guards at this position of the wall would be out for lunch. Nobody would witness my leap here. Listening to the sounds of the bustling crowd below, I was once again tempted to stop this madness. I shook my head vigorously, banishing the thought. I had resolved myself to the situation and would not back down. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, the balls of my feet now precariously balancing on the ledge

        The harsh wind spreads across the sea, the waves shifting above as you surface out from the deep. Your hair, tossed over your shoulder remained moist with droplets that fled down to the peaks of your open lips, and from afar, you could see the city that was plagued with memories of a man you had met long ago. A memory that had tapped against your sanity, a memory far past all that you once knew. By the way, the name's Deadpool. What's yours babe? You shake your head, dragging your body forward unto the shore where your body now rested. Disheveled and out of breath, your eyes watched the bright specks of the night above, your chest r

:bulletblue: Ciel x Reader: Sneak Attack :bulletblue: (F/n) smiled to herself as she stalked towards her prey. Her feet were muted against the fine Persian rug, as she crept forward. Her hands clenched the fabric of her dress tightly, keeping it from touching the floor, in case she needed to scuttle away in a hurry. Though her mission was most likely to be a success, she couldn’t allow herself to become lax. One wrong move and she’d be thwarted . . . or worse rejected and reprimanded.   The young woman silently made her way through the familiar corridors of the great house. Never once did she falter. After all, she had spent many