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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
Wait till the Bass Drops! TG
Kazuto loved dub step, no he adored dub step from the snares to the chilling base drop just gave him the feels. After all who can't resist Skrillex, Knife Party, Waterflame, and Flux. Dub step was so amazing to Kazuto that he shared it everywhere, from social network to just showing his friends and soon all the boys in his school were listening to the form of electronic music. Whenever a new album or EP came out the boys would rush to iTunes or GooglePlay to buy it or even preorder the EP.
Kazuto sat at the stairs of the library at his school watching the boys share earbuds and headphones, when a smile crossed his 14 year old face. Kazuto was 5'9, average muscle for his age, light brown hair around medium-short length just enough that it hung off his head and swayed in the wind, he had bright aqua eyes, and an athletic build to him. He liked to play soccer at break and lunch, but more or less listened to dub step with his friends.
So he smiled as
New School New You TG
Rin hated this idea. The idea of a move, a move between countries at that. His parents were after all Japanese, but that didn't mean he had to move there. He would lose his friends, his life, and hell even his school! That's how much he hated the idea. But despite his protests his parents did not oblige, they just brushed him off and told him to pack for the flight.
Inside his room, Rin stuffed his clothes, chargers for electronics, and other "personal" items as he huffed to himself, "Why must they decide my life for me!" His eyes shot to the door as footsteps grew louder. He zipped the suitcase and his dad appeared in the doorway, "Hey son." He said plainly.
"Hey Dad." Rin's eyes looked away and back to the suitcase as his medium length black hair whipped into his eyesight. Rin was 15, a sophomore in high school, he had a athletic build despite his heritage from japan. He was 6'0 and weighed 189 lbs. Yet he didn't like to run nor play soccer, in fact he was
The Note TG
Hiro watched the bustling streets as cars passed and pedestrians walked. He loved the city, he loved the atmosphere, the new places to explore, and the way of life. Because of these reason he decided to live in a metropolis: Tokyo, Japan. He got up stretching from the hard bus bench he was sitting on and said, "Where to next." Hiro was 20 just graduated from college, he wore geeky glasses, messy blonde hair sat upon his scalp, he wasn't muscular nor athletic, he was school-smart which didn't make him good with girls. Yet he retained a positive attitude despite how bad his social life was. He did though work for Apple because of his Master Degree in Electronics at MIT which allowed him to travel to Japan for his job.
He sighed as he walked to his favorite restaurant; Ukaitei. On his way there a sudden gust of wind blew a certain piece of paper into Hiro's face.
"What the hell!" He exclaimed snatching the paper off his face. "What's this?" He wonde
TracksWhen I was a child, my mother took me to see the frozen carcass of a wolf hit in the winter. The train had cut the animal clean in half - it’s forelegs and head lay on one side of the tracks, it’s hindquarters on the other. It was petrified in time and perfectly preserved by ice, its mouth still curved into a startled snarl. Those tracks had scared me ever since. But they didn’t scare you. I don’t think anything did.
You held out your hand, bare feet on wooden planks and metal. Drunk on Birthday Cake Vodka (stolen from your sister), we’d tumbled into the forest in nothing but our bikinis and wandered to the tracks. You laughed and said you’d done it a thousand times, promised I’d love it.
I took your hand hesitantly. My palms were cold and sweaty - a fact which always made me self-conscious. You didn’t seem to notice as you tugged me down the twisting path. The rocks between planks stung as they poked into my feet and the metal was icy co
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
Tainted | Snk x Male!Reader [Chapter 1]
Don't forget to go read the prologue.
The sun shone brightly against the backdrop of a baby blue sky; clouds hovering overhead in all their fluffy glory. It was hot enough to be wearing short sleeved shirts, but the uniform of the Trainee Corps restricted the access to having a cool day. It didn't help that the trousers were scratchy and tight, and it didn't help that the jacket clung to their scrawny arms. However, none of the recruits seemed to be complaining. Each had a dream; each had a goal to accomplish. There wasn't a single soul stood on these particular ground that was there just to simply be there. Some had the hopes of making it into the Military Police, where they'd be safe in the center of the walls and never have to worry about dying a painful death to the Titans. These young men and women could be viewed as cowards by some people, but others admired them. Whilst other people chose to deal with lives in their respective district, the people stood here at lea
Germany x Albino!Child!Reader x Prussia Ch.11
The guards inside the security room sat in their chairs, spinning around in boredom. The small TVs covered the walls entirely, individuals showing hallways, doors, rooms... A control panel laid on the desk, with a few donuts beside it.
A loud blaring sound then filled up the room, making a few of the guards cover up their ears. One reached for the control panel, and flipped off the alarm. He checked what caused it.
On one of the screens, it showed a bunch of people pouring in from the original entrance. His eyes widened, and he zoomed in. "We have an intruder!" he announced to his companions.
"Who is it?" one asked.
The one manning the screen at the moment gritted, and then turned back to his partners. He had a bit of a timid look, along with shock.
"The countries found our hideout."
ConnectionsI rifle through the vinyls, letting my touch linger on each one before moving on. They all feel cold and lifeless, inhuman and unfeeling. I can sense a faint call in the base of my brain, a plea for companionship. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, trying to pinpoint where it's coming from. My hand hovers over the bin to my right before I reach in, my movements cautious. My fingers glide against a cover, and this one feels different than the others. I pull it out, sliding the case off and turning the record in my hands. It's old, and I can see the lines where its previous owner placed the needle. Some parts are denser than others where the song was played hundreds of times.
The cashier looks at me strangely when I bring it to the front, no doubt wondering why I didn't get any of the vintage, mint condition, collectible records. She asks whether I want a bag and I decline, opting to carry the vinyl close to my heart as I walk home. The sky above is grey, and I can smell an oncoming
Gaea the Goddess 5 (WG) Final"So who are you, really?"
The chubby ninja pouted as she sat there in the center of Gaea's room, her arms strapped behind her back and her legs held together by several constricting vines. Her pudgy belly, round and fluffy like a bowlful of pudding, splayed itself over her lap. The goddess tapped her on the head with one finger.
"Are you hiding a cyanide pill in there? Come on, open up!"
"W-What? Of course I'm not! I wouldn't let myself die! I wouldn't normally get caught in the first place!" snapped the ninja, and then she frowned, "It's just...I..."
"You didn't expect we'd cut open your girdle, huh?" Gaea replied, raising an eyebrow.
The ninja sighed. "No...and I'd been trying so hard to hide it too..."
Tabitha stepped forward to speak. "I know her. She's from the same guild as me."
"Tabitha, you can't go and spill a ninja's secrets! It's against the code! I'll be beheaded when I return home!"
"You're not a ninja! Last time I saw you a few years back, you were one of my fan-girls!" T
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
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