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The mind of deathSilence. That was all that was. An all-encompassing silence. There were no birds chirping, no trees sighing, no brooks whispering.
Some might find it eerie, perhaps even scaring.
But not Sammael. He found that he preferred the silence to the constant roars of battle or the dredging sounds of the humans talking. The noises that humans seemed incapable of avoiding.
He was sitting in a forest. Well, at least an image of a forest. It was open, with light streaming through the canopy of leaves above him. a small brook was flowing near him, and the sweet-smelling grass was soft beneath him. The trees all around him were birches, still fairly young, with smooth, white bark.
He loved the forest. It was free of the influence of humans. There was silence and sound, both at the same time. There was no noise of machinery, no roar of battle, no footsteps rustling through the bushes and leaves.
But there was still birds chirping, leaves whispering, and water rustling.
But not now. Now, there was sil
Valentine's daySouth was walking in circles in his room, wondering what to do. It was Valentine's day, February 14th. Every year he would sit in his room with Norn and watch movies on this day.
But not this year.
How would he do it? Just walk straight to the door and ask? Wait until dinner and see if she came to the mess hall?.
In the end, after a lot of pondering and walking, he chose to go with it as it went. He put on some half-nice clothes - proper jeans, a white t-shirt and a simple green zip-up hoodie - and went out in the corridor, attempting to avoid all the other freelancers. He was so deep in thought that he walked right past the door, before stopping ten minutes later, wondering why he wasn't there. He backtracked until he was at the door, where he froze for a few minutes, suddenly unsure. "Come on, South. Just do it." he thought, attempting to pick up the courage to do it.
He raised his hand and knocked once, twice.
He knocked again, two times. Still nothing.
Agent South DakotaName: Lukas Berg
Alias: Bjami (Meaning bear in Norse)
Date of birth: November 16th 2523
Occupation: Besides freelancer, he is a smith
Hair colour: Pale, pale blonde
Eye colour: Icy blue
Height: 7' 2''/ 2m 15cm
Weight: ca. 130-140 kg (Mainly muscle)
Medical or mental problems: Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED)
Blood type: AB-
Appearance: Short hair, one scar running from the abdomen the the left shin, twisting to the calf, a triple scar running from the left side of the chin to the right shoulder, Muscly build (Not like top bodybuilders, but like one who exercises regularly), Usually wears camo shorts and white t-shirt when not in armour.
Personality: A bit of a hot-head, South is a loner as well. He usually keeps to himself, and cares little for others. It takes time to get to know him, and even longer for him to trust you, but if he actually names you a friend, his true personality shines forth. Once a friend, you will never have any friend more loyal, and he is willing to
FCC - HalloweenSouth was sitting in the mess room. Alone. All the freelancers had been given the day off. It was Halloween, October 31st.
Where was New Hampshire?
Not that it mattered. Before South had met New Hampshire, he had been all alone.
Suddenly, the light in the mess hall went out. ''Nydelig. Helt flott.''
''Lovely. Just Perfect.''
He went out, intending to find the fuse for the power in the mess hall. It was dark in the hallway as well, but he had no problem with that. He was used to darkness from earlier night-time missions.
He walked down the corridor towards the fuse room when he heard something. It sounded like a dull grunt of pain. He went to investigate it, wondering why something was making a sound like that. He followed the direction he meant the sound came from, and ended up in front of his own room. Stealthily, silently, he opened the door.
What he saw made him fall to the ground.
New Hampshire, standing over Norn's body with a hunter's knife in his hand. Norn's skull was ba
No more spartansActivating translator....
Language to translate: Norwegian to English
''Glem det. Eg kommer ikke tilbake.''
''Forget it. I'm not coming back.''
''Lukas. For ni år siden sa du at du skulle trekke deg tilbake for å tenke. Jeg kjenner deg, du bruker ikke så mye tid på å tenke.''
''Lukas. Nine years ago you said you'd pull back to think. I know you, you don't use that much time to think.''
Two men were standing in a kitchen. Both of them had the same icy blue eyes, both of them were from Norway. Both of them had bodies scarred from fighting. The difference was that one of them had fought his last battle nearly a decade ago, while the other one came fresh from one.
''Kanskje eg gjør det. Eg e ikke frilanseren som dro for ni år siden.''
''Maybe I do. I'm not the freelancer that left nine years ago.''
''Og tatoveringen på brystet ditt? Når jeg møtte deg for femten år siden hadde du en tatovering av et bjør
RookieSouth walked towards the briefing room when a boy, perhaps 17-18 came next to him and asked ''Excuse me, have you seen Agent South?'' South stopped and looked at the kid, measuring him up and down. The kid had black hair and brown eyes, and was wearing a rookie insignia on his shoulder, a silver R.
''That would be me.'' Said South.
''Great, I've been assigned to y-hugh'' South was holding the rookie up after his neck. And this time, no armor or A.I. to help him
''What?! Assigned? to ME?!'' South held the rookie with one hand and begun to squeeze harder.
''South! Stop!'' The voice rang with authority.
''F*** you Sammael!'' South yelled back into the microphone, but he felt his grip loosen. He managed to keep it tight enough to hold the rookie up, but couldn't tighten it further. The rookie was trying to pry South's fingers loose from his neck, failing.
''Who said you were assigned to me?!'' South yelled at the kid.
''Thh cphtn'' the kid managed to wheeze out. So
SPN: Reader x angel boys: ice bucket challengeSupernatural: reader X angel boys: ice bucket challenge
A/n: with all the ice bucket challenges going on why the hell not XD
You sat there in the bunker, two buckets of ice water next to you, Castiel had been browsing the internet for a while after you learned him how to and came across something called “the ALS ice bucket challenge” and wanted to try it out. You had decided to join him; hey it was for a good cause anyways. You turned on your camera and began to talk
“Hi everyone, my name is (Y/N) and this is my friend Cas” Cas made a little wave to the camera “And we’ll do the ALS Ice bucket challenge for you” you looked at him “ready?” “I’m ready (Y/N)” you picked up one of the ice buckets and he did too “On three, one, two three!” on three you each poured the buckets empty over one another. You gave a little shriek of how cold it was, cas just spluttered some. You laughed some “wow,
Monster Tony Stark x Demon!ReaderHis little whispers, love me, love me
That's all I ask for, love me, love me
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something
Stark Tower was filled with SHEILD agents who were celebrating the saviours of New York, everyone was there except for ____. She instead was busying herself with experiments and assignments that were weeks due. Math and algebra methods and answers were drawn in chalk over her black desk, but she couldn't work a simple question out due to distractions. She could see Tony Stark and his blonde girlfriend of six months laughing with other couples. She despised it, the way he'd look at her like she was treasure, the way he'd sneak a lingering kiss with her whenever he had the chance just to annoy ____, the way he'd ignore her whenever Jennifer walked into the room and pulled him away from their experiments. Frustrated, she felt her literal inner demon about to seep out. She remembered all the ti
Light bringer|Lucifer x reader| 4
what....what is that sound?
What IS that sound....
You groaned, lifting you head off your pillow to gaze into the darkness of your room. Your bedroom door was cracked and light was seeping out from the hallway and creeping across the floor. Whatever that sound was it was coming from the livingroom.
You already had a pretty good idea of who was in the livingroom so you laid your head back down, fluttering your eyes close.
You tried to sleep, you really did, but the sounds coming from the hallway were way too distracting. "What is he doing?" You mumbled to yourself,pushing off the bed and wrapping the covers around your shoulders as you shuffled into the hallway.
Lucifer was an on and off switch with his playfulness lately. He could be all shits and giggles one moment then the next he could want to snap you neck the next moment. It was all so bi-polar and made you head spin because you had to always refrain what you wanted to say.
Light bringer| Lucifer x reader| 5
The late autumn rain was pouring outside and you couldn't help, but flinch at the lightning that temporarily blinded you and lit the whole world in a white light, for only a milisecond, before dying away. The boom of thunder followed the lightning, and you couldn't help, but groan in irritation.
Here you were, sitting in a silent diner while it poured outside. You had driven pretty far from your hometown, in a stolen car, before you ran out of gas. Then you walked and it started to rain and then you found this place. Lucifer hadn't given you much help, to be honest. He just told you to keep moving and don't stop because then you'd get caught.
Well screw his advice You growled to yourself, slouching in your seat. The diner had these classic checkerboard like tiles and the tables were wooden and set up so two people could sit across from each other. There was an old man in the corner of the diner, eyeing you cautiously, and a teenager greedily eating a hamburger with his mot
Human SuperWhoAvenge x Doctor!Reader
____ sat in her TARDIS, hugging her knees and leaning against the console. The machine whirred comfortingly, turning up the temperature and throwing out a her tweed jacket. She had lost the kindest people in her life, Amy and Rory Pond. Oh the Ponds, her family were now gone because she was too late, too cowardly...again!
She stood up, wiping her eyes and staring into the console's beautiful energy source, the orange hue glowing, the whirring soothing her.
"River, they were your parents, I'm sorry." She rubbed her arm comfortingly.
"I'm fine, but promise me this Doctor; don't travel alone."
"You could come with me."
River shook her head gently, her curls bouncing.
"One psychopath per time machine, eh?"
____ nodded, feeling her stomach fill with butterflies and nerves as she dropped River off. The curly haired woman bounced out of the machine, swinging the doors open as she was taken back to her cell.
"River?" She called.
"Don't be a stranger."
River hugged he
FidgetBridget Full Bio
Verse: CreepyPastaverse (not sure what difference this makes >.>)
Alias: The Doll Master, Mistress Bridget, Patchwork doll, Patchwork Scientist, Fidget Puppet, Heart Rotter, Striped Scientist.
Sexual Prefrences: Pansexual
Age: 19 (died around 16 or 17)
Birthdate: Sept 2 1996
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Affiliation: Zalgo/ PRM puppet
Occupation: Mad Scientist
Birthplace: Northside Seattle, Washington
Figure: Tall, Average size.
Hieght: 6ft 5 inches
Skin tone: Her natural skin is very pale
Eyes: Her own eyes are deep blue
Place/ Type of residence: Seattle underground
Laguage spoken: English
Favorite color: Red or Green
Fears: Rabbits, Slenderman, Lonelyness, drowning, PRM
Good or Bad?: <
Keep It Slim Bucky x Bullied!Reader
~.I'm going through a rough breakup with you know who and I found out he's been flirting with this girl whilst dating me. I feel really betrayed and depressed and I just needed to write some fluff to take my mind off of it.
Warnings: Self Loathing, bullying, physical and verbal abuse and strong and sensitive language.
You have been warned, enjoy.~
A deep pang of self loathing hit her in the face. Her school was so pathetic, they ignored the hate blogs about her on the school website, the endless torment through lessons whenever they'd put pictures of her and draw repulsive things with it, Photoshop her, destroy her work and throw verbal and physical abuse at her. The entire school hated her for no reason, other than the fact she was in the Avengers. They made her feel guilty for her powers that she had no control over. The girls would call her roasted at the stake, her powers being able to control fire and sources of light. The boys would beat her physically, shoving her into her
The Lustre Unicorns of SanqtauriA Brief History / Overview
The Lustre Unicorns have been around for centuries. It is unknown how they first came to Sanqtauri, however one of the creation stories passed down through the generations tells of a stallion who got separated from his own herd and wandered for days till he came upon a fairy. The fairy saw into his heart and, upon seeing into the depths of his soul, blessed the stallion with a horn filled with magic. This stallion went on to have 13 foals - each one blessed with a colour of the rainbow. It is from these sons and daughters that today's unicorns supposedly came.
So far, there have been 6 Kings of Sanqtauri - 1 of which was in fact a mare. The last king of Sanqtauri, Iclandig, was a philosopher who perhaps thought too much. It was said that he drove himself mad with speculation, and it was in his madness that he put in motion decrees that would eventually lead to the Great War, and his subsequent death.
The Great War was a civil war between vari
Fullmetal Kingdom ~ Chapter 103
Chapter 103: Wings Overhead
"(maniacal laughter) Now this IS a pleasant surprise, the Freezing Alchemist, paying an old war buddy a visit!"
A few weeks ago, before Isaac's forces attacked Central City, Isaac went to a prison, where he spoke with a prisoner, who was also a State Alchemist turned traitor…
"A 'war buddy', please Zolf, I knew no 'buddies' in the Ishbalin Massacre, I only knew the bastards and their mad dogs." Isaac explained. Zolf then asked, "You do realize I'm no different, right?! That I'm what most liberators AND doctors call a 'mad dog'? The names are as they come; Zolf J. Kimblee, the Mad Bomber of the military, the Red Lotus of Ishbal, and let's not forget my main title, the 'Crimson Alchemist' (snicker)."
Isaac then said, "You also took pride in what you did! You ripped those soldiers apart with your alchemy, didn't you? You must have had a reason-!"
"Let me just stop you right there before you keep blabbering like a dick!" Kimblee said before he went on, "Yo
1: BeginningsSouth entered the mess hall, seeing immediately why it was so named. There were thirty or forty tables, accommodating the 50 other freelancers, who sat in pairs, groups, and some, alone. He could see several empty tables walking towards where the food was.
Now there's a nice welcome. He thought, looking at the food. Fiskegrateng. There was melted butter and potatoes beside it as well. South grabbed a plate and filed it as good as he could. It had been a long trip to HQ, and he was hungry.
Having stuffed his plate with food, he found himself a nice, empty table and sat down, beginning to eat.
If it keeps going this way in foods, this should be a nice stay.
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