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Host Episode 1: Transform and... Walk Out Pt. 1“Okay…”
Wait for it, wait for it…
“We can easily overpower them as soon as they cross around that bend. Everyone understand?”
Everyone did, times over. All of them nodded except one, his large, blue opticals too focused on the bend. The one who kept speaking, a large sharp bot, frowned at him. Around the small group, the cavern was black and much too cramped for five bots of their size.
The sharp bot laughed. “Oh, how we have hungered for this moment…”
Across the tunnel, the large-eyed bot caught a glimpse of shining blue up high, intermingled with a shining pink down below. He squinted, and he caught another glimpse, merely fleeting, but not a mirage, either.
He turned back to the others for the first time, and raised ten fingers.
He glanced back through the purple-soaked haze in front of him. The fleeting solidified into beams of color. A finger dropped.
The four other bots bristled around him. They were cramped in s
Truffula Sniffles Pt. 2There were no words to describe the feeling that ran through the Lorax when he realized he hadn't heard the thwack of a fallen Truffula tree for a full day. He realized this, paused, and turned to survey the huge factory Once-ler had built up in the last few months. Smogulous smoke still wafted from the top, but it was nothing close to the extent it had been only days before. Vans still drove off the premises to deliver thneeds, but there were nowhere near as many as before.
His heart sank just a tiny bit as he realized this could mean two things, really. Either something was going very right, or something had gone wrong.
He hoped with all his heart that it was the former.
With a backward glance at the shivering, choking animals behind him, he made his way up to the factory for the first time. His current duty was to the helpless creatures of the forest before anything else, and he'd had his hands much too full with them to expend all his energy on trying to even get near Once-ler when
The Mother's Day PhotographThere are three men and one woman in the photograph, and not one of them looks happy. It stands in such stark contrast to the other photos in the file labeled 'May 13, Mother's Day' that the officer has to pause and drop her professional mask, just for a second.
The file had been such a nice break from the others- full of pictures of people laughing, full of adorable little crayon-drawn cards, and devoid of the usual scientific banter that was beginning to make her eyes just a bit sore- at least, it had been a nice break before she'd gotten to the picture. It fills her with the overwhelming sense of sorrow even at first glance, and she can't imagine what turn of events could have possibly left such a broken, dismal bunch on mother's day. Even the background appears washed out in comparison to the bright, cheerful pictures that had come before it.
One of the men has this look of primal anger as he glares at the camera, arms folded, hair uncut and uncombed. The man next
The Animal Custody Battle Book"Mr. Once-ler, Mr. Once-ler," the high, almost stereotypical secretary voice emanated from the very walls of the thneed's creator's office. "You have a visitor requesting entrance. You have a visitor requesting entrance."
The Once-ler sighed, glancing up from the plans he'd been joyfully revising just moments before. "Who?" He always hated being interrupted the most when he was trying to draw.
"The divorce attorney, sir."
The divorce attorney
"Crap. I mean great. Send him in." The divorce attorney never had been and never would be one of his favorite people. This whole divorce business had been messy, and long, and hard, and very possibly not worth it at all. But when he thought like that he always tried to picture the Lorax in his head, and that always reminded him that it was worth it.
But that didn't make it any less annoying when one issue was settled and there was the attorney again, with something else to complain about. Once-ler figured it was the Lorax's annoying li
When Fears Come TrueIt had been so long since anyone had rang the Once-ler's doorbell that he practically fell from the chair he was perched in, unsure of what the sound even was. Normally it was painfully silent, excepting when a crow wandered into the area or some of his previous equipment or buildings were crumbling into pieces. This was obviously neither of those sounds, a deep dong-dong, not unlike the sound of a gong.
The doorbell. The words popped in his head suddenly. That's what my doorbell sounds like. Who would be here, after all this time?
His social skills had left him long ago, and he felt no need to straighten up himself or the room. His only need was to grumble as he moved in earshot of the door.
"Go away!" he hissed in the door's general direction. It was probably just some stupid kids who had wandered too far and would get sick of the pollution soon.
"Are you deaf? I said go away!"
Dong-dong. Dong- dong. Dong-dong.
Never Too LateThe sky looked less purple and polluted than it had in years, and the sun streamed through the window on the day of the Once-ler's wedding. He awoke alone, without the warm fuzz feeling he'd grown used to being at his side in the previous weeks, and shivered, reminded of the decades he'd spent alone, booby-trapping his house and watching as the land outside slowly crumbled and rusted into nothing. But he was calmed in seconds, for there was the sun streaming through the open window, and there was the sound of babbling downstairs between his visitors and his son, who'd let them in.
One of the many joys that had come with the reappearance of the trees and the Lorax was his son, William, who he'd always known existed but had never seen. One of the many thoughts he'd tortured himself with over the years were thoughts of what the kid could be like- the two ones that hurt him the most being one who had orange hair and hated him, who could never forgive him, and a black-haired one who was exa
Truffula SnifflesThe first time it happened was when Once-ler got sick.
He had gone out every day for a week at that point trying to sell the first thneed, the first solid version of the creation he'd been dreaming of for years. It hadn't gone yet, but that was okay. Success wasn't an overnight thing. So he just kept going every day, waiting for that one person who would finally open the door on his dream forever.
Then, when he hit the week mark, he got up as normal, began to reach for his clothes, took one look around, and fell back on the bed. The world swam around in his vision and breathing suddenly became an enormous effort.
He gave a cough. "Okay. That was weird. Time to sell some thneeds. Up we go!"
He sat up, began to reach for his clothes, took one look around, and fell back on the bed. The world was still swimming, breathing was still an enormous effort, and he coughed again.
"Okay," he reasoned, slipping back under his covers. "Maybe I can just sell it tomorrow."
It was undeniable that he wa
The Lorax Comes BackAt the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows,
the air feels slightly fresher when it blows
and Swomee-Swans have come to sing with the crows
on the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
trees have finally come back to stay.
And even the Once-ler has begun to come out every day,
truly proud of himself for the first time in his life
for he knows he's the reason for the end of the strife.
All because of him and one little boy
who'd come to him, bringing joy,
who'd taken the last seed,
who'd cared enough,
are what everyone needs.
Now they'd came back,
even pushed to the old forest,
which had used to be so black
and smogged and empty and dead
the kid too came back- and he said,
"Thank you for allowing me to do this,
there's just one step left if you want true bliss,
but, first, we must wait."
The Once-ler was stumped,
but waited he did,
and seconds later he heard a familiar sound,
that made him turn 'round
to that fir
Tunes and Fairy TalesNo one had a more beautiful singing voice than Mr. Rowan Everdeen. And no one, not even the young merchant's daughter who eventually married him, knew that better than Mr. Maize Mellark.
It was that gorgeous voice he was waiting for, after all, on a day that was bright and hot, but not humid. It was one of those days that made the merchant kids complain, the Seam kids excited, and the bakers barely even notice the difference from indoors and outdoors. It wasn't Maize's turn with the ovens, so he was outside, lugging supplies like flour to wherever they were needed. This was his least favorite job, so he was making like the usual merchant kid on the day, complaining to himself about whatever came to mind.
Just because I'm the oldest doesn't mean I'm the strongest. They know I can handle the heat in there. They know I'm the best with the ovens. I bet they wait until they get the heaviest load to give me this job, too. Just to make me mad.
His face was blank, unreadable, but his mi
Guard!EnglandxChild!Reader - Breaking AttentionArthur Kirkland stood against the wall, his spine erect and his shoulders back. His chin was lifted, and the strap of his tall hat wrapped uncomfortably around it. Despite the summer heat and humidity, he was clad in a wool guardsman uniform. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he even felt it soak into his undershirt. He was used it, however; this was what he was required to do every day.
Arthur was a Queen’s Guard currently stationed on the westward side of Buckingham Palace. He didn't know the fellows that accompanied him on his wall, nor did he care to make their acquaintance. He would much rather let his mind wander to his childlike fantasies than associate with his own kind—or really any kind. He was a loner. He wouldn't deny it. But he didn't really mind. It seemed, to him, much less bothersome with no one around.
Arthur heard a voice that caused him to groan internally. A little girl's voice bounced off the wall behind him and into his eardrums. He hated childr
Knowledge is Power (request)
Terrance was your massive, self-secluded bookworm. Every and any book you've heard or read yourself, he's read it twelve times over. His thirst for fantasies, immerse worlds and, more importantly, his will to learn showed no signs of stopping.
He was at the library on a fine Tuesday afternoon, checking out a stack of freshly pressed, and new books that the library had just gotten in. He slowly made his way towards the counter as if he were holding a glassful of water, trying not to spill a drop. At last, he heaved the stack of books onto the counter top with a loud enough thud to create a bit of shock through content readers.
"Welcome back, Terrance." The librarian said with a smile, since he was a well known regular.
"Hiya, Jillian." He replied with a slight sigh.
"I see you caught wind of the new releases we'd just gotten."
"Oh, you know me!"
She chuckled, "Let me go ahead and punch in some cards for these books right quick; they're still fairly new, after a
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 5
You woke up the next morning but stayed at bed, thinking of a plan to escape. Right then, you heard a knock at the door but you didn't care to answer.
"Hello?' the door opened slightly and a man peeked in.
The man wore a white mask with pitch black eyes and black feminine lips.
You were relieved that it wasn't Slenderman but you were scared of the masked man as there wasn't any weapon to protect you.
The man opened the door and stepped in, walking towards you.
"Are you... hungry?" he asked.
This time, you answered him by nodding. You were so hungry since yesterday and even refuse to talk when Slender offers you food which is a bad thing because you had to go through a night, sleepless while listening how hungry your stomach was.
"Okay, follow me." the man said and lead you to the hallway. You following from behind.
"I'm Masky. What's yours?" he asked but didn't get any responds. You were too thirsty to even talk.
Ones he brought you to the kitchen, you saw two men. The man you sho
Prussia X Reader : Romeo and Cinderella
This could possibly, slightly be suggestive. Just a quick warning, my friend.
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet.
Take me away into your arms. It's all I ask of you.
You sat on your bed in the dark, talking on the phone to your long-time, boyfriend Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmit. He was one of the few people you could trust in this lonely world of yours. You often felt trapped and confined no matter where you were. Unless it was in his presence; then you felt that you could fly to the moon if you chose.
I say goodnight to both my father and my mother.
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another.
I think its time for all the grown ups to go to bed.
"So, what time is it, exactly?" Gilbert asked. "My phone screen refuses to turn on for whatever reason."
You laughed. "Its midnight. Are you ready?"
You could practically hear him smirking. "Let's do this." And with that, you zipped up the jacket you had been wearing, and snuck downstairs, past your
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 6
All the running made you tired and also you were lost. You felt like your running around in circles so you stopped running for a while.
Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind. It was Slenderman.
"Let me go!" you bawled.
"And why?" Slenderman questioned.
"I want to go home!" you replied.
" I already told you, this is your home."
"No! I hate it here!" you whined.
"You'll like it here, I promise." Slenderman said as he walked back to the mansion.
You started crying, "No! I want my daddy!"
"How about this..." Slenderman stopped on his tracks and put you down, "Tell me five thing that you and your father like to do. Then I'll decide to bring you back to him or not."
You wiped your tears then nod.
"You may start."
"Me and daddy like to bake cupcakes everyday, we like to go out and have ice cream, we always had tea party, sometimes, we played the king and princess. And we also like to cuddle!"
Slenderman thought for a while, "Okay."
"But if he do something to
make me proud. kageyama tobio x reader
Kageyama Tobio x Older Sister!Reader ;;
"Tobio. Can you toss for me?"
The young boy of 9 looked up to her older sister who gave him a small smile. He didn't mind giving tosses to her sister; it was fun — and it helped her practice. As far as he knew, his sister was volleyball player in her middle school and was the ace. She said she needed to work on her spikes, but he didn't understand why she needed to keep practicing it — considering that her spikes were the best. Well, in his opinion, anyway.
He shrugged his shoulders loosely. "Sure."
She grinned and went to the backyard, Tobio following in behind. And as they arrived in backyard, she turned to him, the grin still plastered on her face. "You ready?"
Tobio nodded his head and [Name] passed the ball to him and as the ball was coming towards him, he extended his arms up above his head, positioned his hands in a diamond formation, spread his feet about shoulder width apart, and as the bal
.: Reader x John: 'Romance' :.Time: 6:37 P.M
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You name is ___ ___, and you wait in your living room lazily, dressed up with what feels like no place to go.
Your long time flush-crush, and now boyfriend, John Egbert, has finally accepted your romantic feels.
In return, he promised to give you 'romance'.
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You had no idea what that meant, but he said he'd pick you up around 7 p.m this evening.
So here you are.
tick, tock, tick, tock,
dicktick, tock ti-
You nearly jumped out of your seat.
Loud noise when everything was quiet.
Regardless, you stood up and pressed down on your clothes to attempt to remove the wrinkles you indirectly added.
Putting on a nice smile, you eagerly walked to your front door and saw John.
He was wearing his normal clothes and here you are, fancy.
You did a half deadpan as he was grinning at you.
"Hey ___! Wow, you look nice~!"
"Uh... thanks..." you sputtere
birthday kiss. oikawa tooru x reader
"Good morning, [Name]-chan~!"
Oikawa gave the girl a wave, but the girl merely looked away, trying her best to ignore him at all costs. Knowing that she was avoiding his presence, Oikawa entered the classroom and grabbed a chair and scooted next to her. Really close to her. Too close for her own comfort. But did Oikawa care? No, of course not. He never cares about anything but himself.
Which is why [Name] hated him.
"Do you know what day it is~?" he asked, paying no attention at how the girl was extremely uncomfortable by the space between them. Oikawa, however, saw the tint of blush appearing on her cheeks, and that only made him want to get closer to her even more.
"Friday." [Name] simply replied, or at least, tried to.
"Nope!" he exclaimed, that sadistic smile of his still plastered on his dreadful face. The students stared at the two
lovebirdsstudents, blinking at the scene. Though, this wasn't the first time Oikawa barged into their c
Mallory the MouthA young woman walked along by herself on the beach of a small, tropical island. She had just awoken and was leaving a large ship behind her. It had been quite a trip, and she had lost her only companion, and yet not a sad thought raced through her mind…
Quite definitely alone on the sunny beach, she happily glugged at a large jug of rum and smacked her exposed stomach as it filled with the drink. Even before she had taken her first sip that day, her girth was round and large. She herself was a bit plump, but her belly seemed particularly bloated.
It was quite clear that she had been wearing these same clothes for a while; outside of the colours fading, her brown pants were split down the side, and her belly spilled out completely under her red and white shirt. Even her generous breasts seemed like they were wiggling for freedom from the tight top; she’d obviously put these on at a time when she was a tad thinner. Even the bandana holding her dirty blonde hair in place had f
My Only Brother My Only Brother
Syrus leaned against the lighthouse where his brother usually stood... usually. He couldn't now,and it was all Syrus's fault. Or so he thought. It was also some other people's fault. There was Cammilla, for doing it in the first place, Chancellor Sheppard for giving him a key, and Dr.Crowler's for losing the first time. Syrus's eyes blurred up again. He was crying. He felt worse when he cried. When he cried it meant he was completely utterly miserable. But he already was miserable. Who wouldn't be? If their sibling got turned into a doll they'd be miserable too. But it didn't happen to someone else's sibling, it happened to Zane! Syrus was now mad. Mostly at himself. He got u
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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