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Conversation with a Unique Mind.Ooh, they want me to talk to autonomous Pokémon? That’s pretty cool. And since I’d get paid for this, I might as well. I give a nod to the other Alexander (who I will call Alex so nobody else is confused), before I begin fluttering my wings.
Now to find an autonomous Pokemon… OW! WHO FLEW IN MY WAY?! THAT HURT! ARGH! …So did the trashcan… Now I’m covered in filth… “I’ve heard of a moth to a flame, but this is new.” Hey, who’s making fun of me?! Ow, ow, ow… I’m stuck.
“Hey, uh… Could you help me out, whoever’s taunting me? Please?” Silence… Of course, I’m gonna end up dying here, then- IT’S MOVING! WHAT’S- OW! Oh, it stopped… I’m free! Yes! I’m- oh, the bin fell. Anyways, gotta shake my wings, clean it all up…
But who saved me? I’m looking around, and- Woah! A Porygon! And it’s shiny! Amazing… “I’d ask if
Eternal FearDo I have to? I did agree to this, but really? I don’t want to do this… Can I just go home? Well it can’t be too long, Alexander. Just keep a straight face, and speak. Alright? “The giant statue thing is friendly.” Don’t believe me, just keep walking. Dammit, they listened. Oh well, just need to do this for… An hour, damn it! That means I just started! Oh well, just keep the banner up…
What’s that noise? It’s the… The statue… Standing above the city, why am I helping it? I don’t trust it… I don’t understand why anyone trusts it… Especially when it rampaged through town… I got such a massive fright when it first moved underneath me… I flew right away.
It attacked the city, destroying everything in its path… Oh, I’m getting scared just thinking about it… I kept trying to hide. And hide. Then hide a bit more. It would always eventually smash through my hiding spot,
The Master of Deceit's Manipulative Show (Task 1)
“Pull up a seat, Hane,” the Mawile suggested for the last time, watching the Skarmory near her pacing. She was getting irritated by it, how jumpy the massive bird seemed to be. “It’s just me heading out there, afterall. You can just sit behind the curtains.”
The Skarmory, Hane, shook his head in irritation. “But do we know how far it actually goes, Azamuku? You might not be able to get all the way before I’m dragged along into the crowd.” He seemed insistent about this problem, whatever it is.
“I’m sure we can get 10 feet apart, so just relax!” The Mawile, Azamuku, seemed irritated, standing up. She was about ready to walk up to him and force him to sit down. That is, until she heard another voice.
“Aza… Mawile! You’re up!” She looked over to the curtains, nodding as she took her veil, placing it right on her head. She checked that the bow was still wrapped on the back of her head, then pushed the
Introducing our Newest Scarves in the Kid's Range!Alright, stay calm. You can do this. Breathe. “Next up is… Phillioune!” Oh darn! It’s me. I don’t want to, why did I even agree to this…? Well, it seems like I don’t get a choice as I’m pushed past the curtains, and into the light… Heading back to the curtains seems really nice right about now… No, you can do this, just breathe…
They’re all staring at me… No wait, remember what you’re doing. They’re staring at my scarf, the fashion show… Alright. Take a step forward. Another step, just keep walking. There, you’re getting there. You’re the centre of attention now, so show them. Lift up the scarf, and… Smile.
There, they seem good with that. See, your little scarf is good afterall. “There you have it, a scarf for your kids to wear!” Oh yeah, there’s fashion for children… “Better yet, it won’t ever fly off into the wind! Customnamesunavailab
Alexander wants Ice-Cream.“Hey you.” Huh? Who said that? Oh, it’s that guy. The Weavile. “What’s your name?” Oh, he’s pointing at me! He wants my name!
“Hey Leader guy, I’m Alexander.” I wonder why he called out to me specifically. It must be pretty important. “Do you need someone who can fly?”
What amazing skills do I- Wait, why is he shrugging? “Name’s Sundance, and honestly I just need someone who won’t tell on me. Can you do that, Alex?”
Aw… So I’m a random fellow to him anyways… Wait a second… “First of all, it’s Alexander. Second of all, what makes you so sure I won’t tell on you anyways? I can fly beyond your reach then talk to… Uh…” Darn it, I don’t know anyone else’s name… Quick, say something! “…The Furret dude! Him…”
“I can draw you a picture, to show my appreciation?” Does… Does he reall
Alexander's Team Application FormHUNTERS GUILD: Alexander’s Team
Date Joined: 6/07/2014
Current Funds: 4 St
-Characteristic: Somewhat Stubborn
Gender: Male Age: Like I’d tell you!
Ability: Shield Dust (While I get a pummelling, extra stuff don’t bother me!)
Strength: 1 Agility: 5
Intelligence: 3+2 Charisma: 1
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Intelligence -> Poison
Poison Powder (Poison scatters out of my wings, poisoning those unfortunate to be underneath)
Venoshock (I spit some poison onto my foes, which briefly burns into them, but loses it’s poisonous touch after a few secods. It burns worse if it mixes with any other type of poison, like from my Poison Powder, for example)
Infestation (I like to swarm, alrigh
Bad Hair Day (BuckyxReader) One-ShotIt was a Monday afternoon during the month of July when you noticed a particular agent strolling down the halls of Avengers Tower. You were no stranger to such agent. In fact, you knew quite a lot about him. While you were finishing up today’s paperwork at your desk, you stole glances at him from time-to-time whenever he was close by. He looked distraught. Something was definitely on his mind. You wanted to ask but Bucky wasn’t the type to go ahead and confess his feelings to someone. He bottled them up as usual.
Even after you, Steve, and Sam helped him re-adjust to this new world after the incident with Hydra and SHIELD, he still wasn’t the same. Steve had told you many stories about Bucky and what kind of man he used to be. You knew that it would be a long time until Bucky was himself again. But this new attitude he had wasn’t bad either.
“Hi, (Name),” a gruff voice said.
Your typing slowed to a stop and you looked up to see Bucky standing by your
Heat Wave (SherlockxReader)Summary: It's a bit warmer than usual and John and Sherlock aren't too happy about it and it leads to shenanigans involving water balloons.
In the flat of 221b, a certain army doctor and consulting detective were grumbling and complaining. The weather was a quite a bit hotter than usual, and with no air conditioner the heat inside was merely growing. They were very irritated with the heat, but even more irritated with you because you were paying no attention to it.
“Look at her sitting there so calm and complacent, acting as if it doesn’t feel like a furnace in here,” Sherlock said to John.
“Sitting right here Sherlock, I can hear you,” you said as you kept your eyes on your phone.
“Well I’m glad you can hear me because I would like to point out that you are being ridiculous,” he responded.
“You’re the one with a bag of frozen peas on your head,” you retorted.
“They’re not peas they’
Cool Dad (Tony x Teen Daughter!Reader)‘Your mama don’t dance and your daddy don’t rock ‘n’ roll,’ you sang as you flipped your flapjacks, dancing around the kitchen.
Tony walked in, happily watching as his daughter made a fool out of herself. She made him proud, whether she was dancing around in her Black Sabbath t-shirt and boxer shorts or not.
‘Your mama don’t dance and your daddy don’t rock ‘n’ roll / When evening rolls around and its time you hit the town/ Where do you go --- You gotta rock it!’ you belted out, still not aware your father was watching. ‘Your old folks say that/ You gotta end your date by ten-‘
Community Service (Avengers x Reader)‘Stark, Barton, (l/n), Romanoff, Rodgers, and fancy pants over here,’ begins Fury, nodding over to Thor. ‘Welcome to day one of Community Service! Thanks to your failing to follow orders repeatedly, yes I am looking at you in particular, Stark, (l/n) and Barton,’ he paused, ‘You have all landed your sorry asses here.’
‘How come Bruce isn’t here?’ Tony whined.
‘Banner was given a day off because unlike you six, he didn’t do things like put laxative in my food, did he Stark?’
‘So, community service huh?’ you challenged smiling. ‘In a park? Why here? Oh, lemme guess, we’re on garbage duty!’
‘You will be helping the groundsmen by lopping down trees and putting them in the pickup. Make sure only to knock down the trees marked with a red ‘X’. The area is closed off to the public, only you and the staff are allowed in the perimeter is that clear?’
Staring Contest ||Eren X Reader|| Blue...nooo...green, no..TEAL! No...Wait....YES TURQUIOSE! You squinted your eyes, focusing your attention on the German boy. You were trying to figure what color his eyes were, but every time you thought of a color, there was always another that was closer. You groaned loudly, trying to catch his attention, but all he did was continue to talk to one of his childhood friends, Armin. You pouted and knocked your cup of water over.
"(Y/n)? Why did you knock your water over?" Krista, the girl that was sitting next to you asked. You ignored her question and continued your gaze towards Eren. He suddenly jumped, and looked at his elbow that was resting on the wooden table.
"What the? Why is my elbow all wet-" He looked at your spilled cup of water, then up to you. "Why are you staring at me like that (y/n)?" You stayed silent, and blew a loose strand of hair out of your face. He faintly blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhhhh....(y/n)?" You put your hands on your chin for supp
Modern AU! Armin X Reader~ Stand Up
Modern AU! Armin X Reader~ Stand up
"Welcome to tenth grade History."
The classroom was dead, students hunching over their desks like zombies; some drooled on the wood as they decided to catch up on sleep. A selected few decided this class was worth enough to stay awake, and then there were the straight-A or council students sitting in the front, planning on sucking in every ounce of knowledge the teacher will give them. This particular class had a large percentage of 'Rogues', a category in the school that classifies the delinquents in the grade. They chose to sat further away from the front, shielding their faces from the teacher's line of sight.
A tall figure stood in front of the chalkboard, his arm extended out to write on the green surface with thick, white chalk. His other hand was in the left pocket of his dress pants, making his movements the perfect balance between professional and casual. His white collared shirt was tucked un
REQUEST: His Keeper (Part 1: Loki x Teen!Reader)His Keeper
“How much longer?” you ask softly as you stare at the clock on the far side of the wall, it was the last day of classes and you couldn’t wait until the start of Summer vacation.
Finally the last bell of the year rings and you bolt out of your seat, run out the door and you head straight for your locker. At last you no longer had to worry about homework, midterms and more importantly finals! At least for a while.
“So whatcha plan to do on your summer?” Leslie, your best friend since you two were in diapers asks, she leans against a closed locker next to you and her bright green eyes stares at you expectantly.
“The honest truth? I’m looking forward to sleeping in. Maybe I’ll wake up at ten or noon. Noon would be cool.” You joke, Leslie smirks and playfully punches your nearest arm, “But seriously I don’t want to do anything that requires a lot of thinking, I just want to have fun maybe final
Hide-and-Seek with a Side of Terror (SamxReader)Summary: During a game of hide-and-seek Sam in unable to find his own spot and makes you share yours.
It was a hot day in Sioux Falls and you and the Winchesters had decided to enjoy the nice weather. After Dean had found a deck of cards, you and Sam set up a playing table on the porch. You had asked Bobby to join you but he said he had some repairs to do and had disappeared in the salvage yard. After a few hours of games, you eventually grew tired of cards and began looking for something else to do.
“We could build a card house,” Sam said throwing his cards on the table.
“It’s too windy look,” you said, pointing at Sam’s cards that had began to slide across the table.
“I’m sure we can think of something. Something simple though,” Dean said as he leaned back in his chair.
“Tag?” Sam suggested.
“No too much running,” you replied, taking a sip of your lemonade.
“Duck duck goose?”
Sick!Iceland x Reader: Laughter (Ch.1)
Emil is a very close friend to you. You've known him for many years and you're even considered a part of his family. You began to date him a little over a year ago. It's awesome dating your best friend. And you love being a part of his life.
But about one month ago, Emil became very sick out of the blue. His brothers thought of it only as a stomach flu. Vomiting five times or more a day was not a normal symptom, so he was checked into the hospital right away. Now that's where he spends most his days. You miss the times you would hang around his house, travel in family vacations, or even talk on the phone. Those things are now difficult to accomplish dealing with Emil's sudden sickness.
You make your way to the front counter of the hospital and ask for assistance. Its a big building fairly easy to lose yourself in. A kind nurse leads you to his room. "He's sleeping right now." She whispers, smiling. You thank her before she returns to her job.
You quietly walk into Emil's room. The sun
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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