Dinahshadows

          For the first time in a long, long time, Musashi had been allowed to spend his lunch period with the other inmates. At first, due to his rather shy, withdrawn nature, you weren't sure how well things were going to go. It had taken less than five minutes for all of your worries to vanish. Had the inmates of building 13, cell 13, not been more than happy to make Musashi feel welcomed, that might not have been the case. With lunch now over, however, the two of you sat on the monorail as it made its way back to building 4. With no one else on-board, the monorail was almost completely silent. Suddenly breaking the silence, Musashi cleare

          For the first time in a long, long time, Musashi had been allowed to spend his lunch period with the other inmates. At first, due to his rather shy, withdrawn nature, you weren't sure how well things were going to go. It had taken less than five minutes for all of your worries to vanish. Had the inmates of building 13, cell 13, not been more than happy to make Musashi feel welcomed, that might not have been the case. With lunch now over, however, the two of you sat on the monorail as it made its way back to building 4. With no one else on-board, the monorail was almost completely silent. Suddenly breaking the silence, Musashi cleare

"Yes." "No way." "Uh-huh." "Never. You're crazy." Po walked past Tigress and Viper. Tigress snapped her jaw closed, eyes wide. Po smiled at them. "Hey Viper, hi Tigress." "Hey Po." Viper greeted. The panda left them, and Tigress slumped, sighing after him. "It's cute, Tigress." "Oh, shut up Viper." Tigress stood up, plucking a dandelion. "'If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation.'" Tigress dropped the flower, striding away. "'It's ancient history. Been there, done that.'" Viper snatched up the dandelion and slithered after her. "'Who you think you're kidding?'" Viper san

"So, if he gets too rough, just say something, and I'll shut him down. Okay?" [Name] nodded eagerly, lifting her fists and clenching them tight. Dirk offered a tentative smirk in return and backed away from her, to the far edge of the field. Their "battle zone," as she referred to it, was an empty dirt field in the middle of the woods, not far from [Name]'s home. A single wildflower grew near the center, and an old fallen tree ran along the length of the eastern side. It was otherwise unremarkable. Dirk sat on the aforementioned fallen tree and toyed with the remote control in his hands, fiery eyes focused on the two opponents standing acro

you look behind you and saw ... ... A rose , it was beautiful, to say the least , and somehow glowing in ethereal light. You took a step closer, too afraid to touch the perfect flower. Somehow , you remembered your departed friend , how she was much like the rose that lay on the foot of the tree. Beautiful , glowing and plucked far too soon. The rose , as you noticed was not even in full bloom yet, its bottom stem showed it was plucked by hand , not by shears as it should have been. The rose would easily wither by sunrise. "A rose... by any other name would smell as sweet." you didn't realize you where crying till you felt a sob wrench th

It was a cool summer morning when Erik had stumbled across you in the gardens of the institute. At first he wasn’t sure if had actually seen a person, what with him having sleepless nights and stressful days, he felt that it was natural that he’d start hallucinating at some point. But when he approached the rose bush in which you had disappeared behind, he saw you. Your (e/c) eyes snapped up to his, looking curious, shocked, and embarrassed all in a flurry of seconds. “I’m so sorry!” you said, nervous smile gracing your lips. “I didn’t mean to cross into private grounds. Actually, um….” Yo

-Moth gro-Bagol sits on the steps outside the mountain walls of Markarth, enjoying the sunlight regardless of the threats of dragons having returned to Skyrim. He stares up at the puffy white clouds in the sky as they drift slowly over the mountains. The Orc is the Jarl’s personal blacksmith. His sister Ghorza runs a forge just below Understone Keep for Markarth. A horse suddenly neighs in the distance, catching everyone’s attention. A snowflake dapple gypsy vanner gallops up the stone pathway leading to Markarth with a body slumped over in the saddle. The men at the stables murmur amongst themselves as the horse trots up to the s

Avengers chat room x reader (Tony has created a chat room) (Clint, Natasha, Y/N, Thor, Steve and Bruce have logged on) (Tony) hey guuuuys :3 (Natasha) Stark, what is the point of this. We are in the same building. (Tony) yeeeessss, but I'm too lazy to come downstairs to talk to you guys (Y/N) Tony's right, it's way too much effort. (Tony) yay, friend *brofist* (Y/N) *brofist* (Thor) I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF THIS SO CALLED CHAT ROOM (Y/N) Basically it's where we can chat over the internet without having to meet up in real life. (Steve) Well it's a stupid idea to me (Clint) *Gasp* who taught cap to type (Bruce) Y/N (Nata

Title: 7 Minutes in Heaven Dragon Age - Zevran Author: LilSisSyd Game: Dragon Age characters/pairing: Zevran x Reader Disclaimer: Bioware owns anything associated with Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot. (y/n)-Your Name (h/l)-Hair Length (h/c)-Hair Color (e/c)-Eye Color               A sly smile tugged insistently at the corners of my lips as I made my way to the helmet of junk and goodies. This game sounded interesting from the beginning, especially if I manage to get the item of a certain fun-loving male elf. I briefly glanced up at said elf only to see his molten amber eyes focused in on me. My smile grew slightly bigger, t