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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
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x FACE - Confusion
"Wait here while I buy you ice cream." Matthieu said.
You nodded as you watch Matthieu walk to the ice-cream track. When he's out of sight, you walked over the swing and waited there.
Your smile grew when you realized that you can also have a brother and sister time in the evening. You already had fun at the park. You even played fetch with Blackie.
Your thoughts were interrupted when someone puts their hands on your shoulder. Expecting it to be your brother, you immediately turned around but you realized that it wasn't him. The man looked like Matthieu but his hair is shorter and he wears glasses.
[2P/N], it's time to go." the man said, almost in a whisper.
"Back home." the man picked you up, putting you on his shoulders and walked away.
"Who are you again?" you asked, making sure this isn't Matthieu.
Matthieu walked back with two [Favourite Flavour] ice cream cone but noticed that
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
Good Morning, Crystal Beach! (Request)
“Good Morning, Crystal Beach! Today, it looks like it will be smokin’ hot at 92°, so don’t forget to put on some sunscreen, hit the beach, and enjoy yourselves! With that being said, continue to enjoy the rest of this fine morning by listening to these summer classics on 93.8 Platinum.”
I groan as I get out of bed. Besides not having a good night’s sleep, I’ll also have to endure an entire day of heat. Shrugging, I turn off my radio and head off to my kitchen.
As I make myself some breakfast, I decide on what I want to do. I could always stick it out inside by watching TV or browsing the internet, but then again, I’ve been quite the shut-in lately. I haven’t seen or talked to my friends lately, nor have I gone out just to have fun.
I look out of my window, and I sigh. Though I don’t live right on the beach, it’s only about
Derrick considered the question carefully, “a maternity store of some sort?”
Keeping her attention to driving Charlie shook her head slightly. She smugly grinned, “No, you’d think they would be a good place to go, but usually not.”
“Alright, I give up?” he shrugged.
“Guess!” Charlie insisted.
“I did, I got it wrong.” Derrick smiled helplessly at Charlie.
“You only took one guess! Alright, a clue,” Charlie narrowed her eyes conspiratorially, “it’s ironically named.”
Derrick stared blankly back at Charlie in the driving seat. “Ironically named? What’s that suppose to mean?”
Charlie sighed. She repeated her clue, “It’s IRONICALLY named.” She stressed the word ‘ironically’ and then looked over to Derrick as if comprehension would suddenly blossom. It did not.
He favored her with a sour stare. “That’s not really helping, I heard you the
The Quiet Car
“All aboard train 42 bound for Washington!” yelled the conductor. I ran down the station platform. I can’t miss this! It’s the last train of the day, and I’d have to walk otherwise!
I jumped onto the doorway just as the train begun to move. The conductor looked at me with a bit of a frown, but it was nothing a $10 bill couldn’t fix. “Right this way, sir,” she motioned me as she pocketed the money. “Would you prefer a general seat or to sit in our new quiet section of the train?”
A quiet section? That sounds awesome! I had so much work to get done on the train, so an area without babies or children would be lovely. “Quiet please,” I said.
“OK, please remember no cell phones or loud discussions,” she said leading me to the car on the far end of the car. Inside were all girls, but it was nothing I hadn’t seen before – girls tended to like quieter areas. But, wait… No cell phones… th
Manic DepressiveI woke up and discovered ‘her’ hovering over my bed like a impatient hummingbird. Today she’s a teenager with shocking white blonde hair, tan legs and mischievous eyes. I can only imagine what she’ll try to bribe me into this time.
I call her Manic.
She’s practically jumping out of her bones; she’s so damn thin and perfect. I turn over on my side away from her. “I’d rather stay in bed today, thank you,” I mutter.
“Oh no you don’t,” I hear her answer determinedly. She pulls me out off the mattress with surprisingly strong arms. I end up on the floor swaddled in my own comforter.
Giggling Manic says “C’mon, we’re going to have some fun tonight.”
I cringe inwardly at thought. When it comes to Manic, fun can mean almost anything.
I force myself to dress, to brush my teeth, to even try to make something of my face and hair. Manic is fluttering behind me. The feeling in my chest tightens. I’
Spain X Reader Can We Keep it
Spain X Reader Can We Keep it
“Pretty please, with a cherry on top”
“For the last time Antonio NO and I don’t like cherries”
You were just hanging out in the living room of your shared apartmentwhen your boyfriend Antonio came in ambling about something. By the time you got him to calm down you noticed something in his hands. It was a turtle. Naturally he wanted to keep it but you can’t.
“Please, I promise I will take good care of it” he pleads
“A big tank, tools to clean it, food, and money for veterinary visits” you list
“A portion of the requirements needed to take care of a turtle” you inform
He smiles again.
“Don’t worry, I can handle it”
Just as you expected Antonio was having a hard time. The first problem was that the tank he bough
Btt x shy!reader : new girl 1I do not own hetalia or you~
I stood looking at myself if a full body mirror. I was wearing black shorts, a (f/c) tank top and a grey cardigan. I had just put the finishing touches my small amount of makeup. I looked at myself sadly in the mirror.
I was to attend hetalia academy this year and needless to say...I was terrified. I was not much of a person to defend myself or reach out to talk to people. My two best friends had moved away and now I had...nobody. After they had left I became very depressed...and started cutting to ease the pain and my mind. The last thing I wanted was for someone at this new school to see my cuts and hate me. "(Name)! Are you ready to go?" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. The academy was holding a picnic barbecue type thing before school actually started the next day. "Y-yes!" I shouted back before slipping on my (f/c) vans and running to get into the car.
The school was not far away from my house and we got there quickly. I glanced a
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 2)Chapter Two: The First Step
A high-pitched whistle was blown in a quick, sharp burst, causing the people around me under the shade of the pavilion to venture out into the morning sunlight. Not wanting to seem like a black sheep, I fastened my Camelback around my shoulders and hurried onto the field. I spotted Marco holding up his hand and calling, “Clarinets, over here!”
There were a good twenty or so people in the section, all of which saving Armin and Marco being girls. Armin was going over a sheet of paper in a blue binder, and Marco was counting the members of the section. He stopped when his eyes fell on me, and he smiled and said, “Morning, _____,” then resumed counting.
“Looks like everyone’s here,” he said to Armin, who scribbled something down before putting away the paper and setting the binder on the ground.
“Today we’re just going to go over marching fundamentals,” said Armin. “I know you all probably know al
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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