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Another Fucking Nth BioBASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Unknown
Assumed name(s): The Doctor, "Alice Holmes"
Gender: Biologically Female, still acts male most of the time
Age and Birthday: 11,53, Unknown
Alignment: Chaotic Good
City or town of birth:
Currently lives: on the TARDIS
Languages spoken: English, French, German, Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Korean, Mandarin, Gaelic, Raxicioricofallaptorian, Huttese, Bocce... (you get the idea)
Native language: Gallifreyan
Relationship Status: Married to work
Special Somebody: Rose Tyler
Height: 1.45 m
Weight: 43.1 kg
Hair colour: Light Brown
Eye colour: Green
Skin colour: Dweller-Pale
Scars/distinguishing marks: None of note
Frequently worn jewellery: Left earring (lightning bolt sword)
Magical Aura: Only when regenerating
Magical Abilities: Friendship
Smoker? Not tobacco...
Drug User? Which? Yes, various hallucinogens, po
I love myself.I love myself.
My life is not always the best.
Sometimes it gives me a test.
But through fire and flames,
I'll rise up again,
And carry on my way in my quest.
Sometimes nothing feels fair.
Even feel like I'm gasping for air.
But I look to the sky,
And believe I will fly
And boldly, I accept my own dare.
Sometimes I feel so depressed.
Sometimes I just feel I'm a mess.
But my friends tell me, "No."
They say, "Please, don't go."
I feel loved then, you guys are the best.
People can say that I'm weird.
Well, those people can go take their fear,
And shove it somewhere
That they should not bare,
My madness is what I hold dear.
Yes, people can say what they like,
Call me what they will, could be right.
But I don't give a fuck,
We all know that they suck,
It's a fact that those trolls aren't too bright.
I'm clever, I'm kind, and I'm smart!
I'm relatively adept at art!
And in this I'll take pride,
No reason to hide,
The mad genius inside of my hearts!
For science, and justice I'll fight!
DnD HB Cahracter: Moxas MetalheartDnD [homebrew] Character
Character Name: Moxas Metalheart
Alignment: Chaotic Good [note: does not call herself "good." She knows that people Who consider themselves "good" are usually bad.]
Appearance: Rather tall for a dwarf. Long, rather filthy black hair. Very pale skin. Rather squishy. Wears several pairs of earrings.
Personality: Usually happy, kinda really crazy. Has a tendency to set things on fire. Generally listens to "dark" music, e.g. Drow, Dragonborn and Teifling bards. Really, really hates religious gits and popular "boy bards." Likes to give her allies hugs. Has a great sense of humour, if a bit inappropriate at times. Generally loud, boisterous and friendly. Constantly makes references to plays, books and bards. Considered a "geek" by most, but really doesn't give a fuck. Has been known to troll clerics and paladins. Also has been known to save children from dragons and shit like that.
Languages known: Dwarvish, Common,
'Shipping in Doctor Who: What I'm Fine WithShipping in Doctor Who: What I'm fine with
So as you guys probably are painfully aware of, I hate 'shipping. Especially Yaoi, but pretty much all 'shipping is gross to me. So, I'll go over relationships in Doctor Who and what I think of them. Allons-y!
River and 11
In my 'fics, I cast River as sort of a matronly figure, the behind-the-scenes helper that makes the Doctor great and gets him out of trouble. Which, to be fair, the Doc gets into a lot of trouble. River [at least as I cast her] is sort of a guardian, but also a caring friend. The relationship is more than friendship, but it's definitely not romantic. It's more like a mother-son relationship, only with less nagging.
Amy and 11
This one is more of a peer relationship to me, something along the lines of best friends in upper grade-school. Full of mischief, as the two tend to encourage each other to do crazy stuff, and they are constantly trying to impress each other. As I see it, Amy has a big crush on the Doctor, but is still
DnD Character: Sanus the GingerName: Sanus the Ginger
Appearance: Tall, rather wiry. Long red hair, tied back. Bright green eyes. Rather large nose for an elf. Has a feral, roguish charm about him.
Preferred weapons: Daggers or crossbows.
Fighting style: Pretty much a tactical rogue/ healic. Doesn't do much fighting. When he has to, it's agility-based, i.e. dodging and using the enemy's own actions against them.
Religious affiliation: None. While this seems very strange for a cleric, his lack of a specific faith actually helps him in that his magic isn't necessarily bound by one practice. Generally follows his own moral code and observations of the world around him. In short, agnostic.
Ares of expertise: Medicine, especially wild herbology and field medicine. Adept at traps, both disarming and making, as well as lockpicking and other thieves' arts. A crack shot when he needs to be. Has a way with words and people. Very knowledgeable in history, mythology, and really anything y
Bad Fanfic Contest!Alright, listen up, companions! I've got a really important job for y'all. Bring me the absolute WORST Doctor Who fanfics you can find [others are ok, but the prizes are different] And if you are lucky enough to find the ickiest, most vomit-inducing piece of shit on the internet, you'll be the happy recipient of 10 [count 'em, 10!] art prints of your choice, signed by yours truly, plus I'll draw ANYTHING you want for you. [even 'ships! Just no sex, plz.] Second place gets 5 prints, third place gets 3 prints. 4th, 5th and 6th place [if there's more than 10 contestants] will get 1 measly art print. Sorry. You can send in any number of fanfics, but be aware that if you send me one that has already been sent in, I'll only count the first submission. If there's a tie, I'll be nice and give both people their fair prize. Prizes for non-DW or Doctor Who crossover fanfics are 5 prints for 1st place plus a commish, 3 for 2nd place and 1 for third place.
The fics will be scored with a few types o
The worst Fusion: 2P-1P x Reader - Pt. 1(?)This is it. This is the conference you normally go because you're one of them, but at the same time not one of them.
At some point, Arthur, also known as England, thought it would be a wonderful idea to mix this world and smash it together with the opposite universe, which everyone in the conference room would call the second player universe. To be honest, the next day he started yelling at everyone about why no one stopped him. Simple answer: he was completely hammered to the point where one touch will send him into a rampage. And the same day he was screaming about the mess the spell caused. The two worlds literally fused together and everyone's belongings fell ontop of each other. Surprisingly, the houses were not affected. And since then, every nation were busy cleaning up a rather very large mess that the magic left in their homes.
And then there's you. The only puny (as small as Liechtenstein's) country, who is also just an island, that doesn't have a
A Rare Sense of Humor Ch. 10Dean squeezed him back, relishing the ability to do so with having to worry about unintentionally crushing him. Fora moment, he forgot about how they were standing on a road paved with m and m's.
First, it was like standng on his tip toes. Then his arms don't reach all the way around Sam's back, despite several attempts. He would have slipped, but he was still held tight by his hulking little brother. Two feet, one foot passed him by and he began to freak a bit. He finally stopped around what he was guessing was six inches. Same size Sammy had been. He was now standing in Sam's slightly shaky hand. His friggin' hand! Dean didn't want to look up, but he steeled his nerves and did it anyway. The sky was dominated by vast plaid leading up to a gigantic face frowning down at him in bewildered concern. The sight made him queasy.
"Fuck." He sighed. Dean flopped backwards in the car-sized hand, thoroughly exhausted by this size-changing business.
Sam stared down at his hand.
A Rare Sense of Humor Ch.11Castiel brushed hismelf off as he stood.
"Gabriel's spell.. I must have-" he stopped short, stoic features looking between Dean and Sam with deep concern. He looked confused trying to surmise on his own what had happened.
"Sam... Your head-"
"Cas, turn around." Dean interjected. Castiel immediately looked over his shoulder. Like a dog chasing his tail, he spun around in an attempt to see the bright, plastic blue angel wings protruding from his back.
Even Sam couldnt help but snicker at the sight, despite his own misfortune. Cas gave up trying to chase the wings and groaned. This was ridiculous. He was an angel of the lord, not an object of ridicule.
"Well," said Sam, dipping his head side to side, testing the weight of the antlers, "I guess it could be worse..." Castiel shot him a glare. With mild hesitance, the trio pushed onwards down the candy laden path.
One thing Sam had been right about was how everything was amplified, magnified to extreme sights, s
Mirror, Mirror Pg. 1
Author's Note: Hey guys, how's it going? I should really be working on the next installment of my main fic series and the next chapter of the truth or dare fic, but I felt like penning a self indulgent Zapp and Kif centered fic. I love those guys lol, we really need more fics about them here! I'm sorry I wasn't very creative with the title and just ripped it off of a Star Trek episode; titles are kinda hard for me to come up with... anyways, I guess this fic can take place sometime in early July or late June of 3012, maybe a week or two before Zapp hooks up with Leela's mother Munda. I hope you enjoy the fic; please leave a review and tell me what you think of it.
That's what Zapp was. Bored, bored as hell, bored out of his mind, just plain old bored. And tired too. Leaning back in the captain's chair, he yawned sleepily and glanced up at the screen in front of him. A small planet with green seas and yellow patches of land was in view. The planet was Placercon 7
American Regression: Part 1
"Mattie, why aren't you picking up? Call me ASAP."
"Dude, c'mon. Pick uuuppppp"
"Bro, this is really important. Pick up"
"Matthew, you dick. Get off your maple guzzling ass and pick up the damn phone!"
"I'm freaking out here, man! Call me back!"
The Canadian stared down dumbly at his answering machine, the red number seventeen flickering repeatedly on the display screen, each one having been left by his somewhat hysteric brother. He'd paused, one arm partially out of the sleeve of his favorite jacket when by the third message he'd stopped all movement, trying to figure out wether or not the messages were to be taken seriously. With an indulgent exhale, Matthew moved away from the machine, tossing his jacket over the back of one kitchen chair before sitting down heavily into it. The dumbass probably just got scared watching some horror movie again...
Amiga De Mi Asesino? (Jeff the killer) Cap.24No se quien había sido más rápido, si Jeff o Lluvia, pareciera que Lluvia limpio más que Jeff.
“Bueno, como nos quedamos sin leche, te apetece una taza de café?”
“Pero aun queda” Dijo Jeff agitando la caja de leche asiendo sonar el liquido en su interior.
“Pero Jeff, Ya lo chupo el diablo!”
“Ah, esta bien…”
“…Podria ir a comprar más a la tienda, pero dudo que este abierta tan temprano”
“Mmm… no esta bien, tomare cafe”
Abrí el refrigerador buscando algo con que acompañar el café, no habia mucho de donde escoger, había mermelada, mantequilla y huevos.
“Oye Jeff, te gustan los huevos revueltos?” dije sin despegar mi mirada del interior del refrigerador.
“Lo que sea estará bien”
“Entonces huevos será”
Saque 3 y se los pase a Jeff mientras yo buscaba el aceite y un
Loki goes to South Park - Ch.1: TweekIt was an average day in the quiet mountain town of South Park, Colorado.
For once, things in the town seemed calm. The birds were out and singing, the sun gave off a comfortable warmth that countered the chill of the snow, and the people of the town seemed to be enjoying the normality of the day thus far - considering it could be shattered in an instant with just the slightest chain of events. In fact, none were enjoying the day more than four local South Park boys - Token Black, Clyde Donavan, Tweek Tweak, and Craig Tucker.
The four had just gotten out of school for the day, and were all blowing off steam by shooting hoops at the towns local basketball court.
"And Clyde sizes up Craig." Clyde comments in a fake announcer voice as Craig dribbles the ball in front of him. The blue-hat'd boy gives a slightly competitive glare, and tried to get passed the other. Of course, Clyde was prepared for this, and with quick reflexes, knocks the ball out of the others hand, and sends the ro
Avina Meets Zero Blackfire Chapter 22The next morning was pretty normal Sketch and Avina had coffee together before the others woke up and Avina cooked a small breakfast for them before she got dressed and walked out the door. She was curious as to what was going on yesterday and she was going to find out, walking along the streets she was trying to sense things out, mostly humans humans humans. She caught the scent of a few others Apocs but she didn't go and meet them...she didn't need more in her hair even if she lived with three. She was looking around to either get higher or lower spotting a man hole cover she voted for under and smirked. She walks over to the cover testing it out and it was pretty heavy for normal people, she easily lifted it up and slipped inside letting it shut behind her she climbs down the ladder into the walkway. The smells hit her like a ton of bricks, but she can stand it it wasn't until she sighed softly climbing up the wall she hangs to the ceiling and scuttles along that.
Sitting on the roo
My g33ky immortal the fifth.Chapter 5.
STOP flaming! If u flame it means you are a Jock or have no sense of humor! The only reason Dumbledore yelled is because he had a headache and on top of that he was mad at them for swimming nekkid! In all honesty, the flaming is kinda fun Keep it coming, comrades!
_______________________doin' it 4 the lulz ________
Dumbledore made me and Ron and Derpina follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.
"You are not supposed to be in the lake! Also you're breaking curfew!" he shouted.
I grumbled and put a sugar scorpion in his pocket. Ron and I chuckled. When we went back to the castle Dumbledore took us to Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.
"They were swimming naked in the Lake!" he yelled furiously.
"Why were you out so late!??" asked Professor McGonagall.
"How dare you?" demanded Professor Sprout.
And then Ron yelled, "BECAUSE I LOVE SQUIDS!"
Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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