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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
1PtaliaxReaderx2Ptalia: Gakuen Madness PT. 1[A/N]: Aaaand here is the start of using slangs. Y e ah
"Fucking Christ! We're going to be late! Vlad, hurry the fuck up!" You screamed as you sprinted out of your house. You are (First Name) (Last Name), also known as South (Country Name). Vlad, or Vladimir (Last Name) is your older brother, who represents North (Country Name). Your brother soon caught up with you and smacked you upside the head. "Don't talk to your elders like that!" He growled. You elbowed him in response. "I can talk to you however I want, punk!" You growled back. Neither you nor Vlad are the morning types, so you usually take your grumpiness out on each other.
World's International Academy, a school both you and Vlad goes to, is the greatest school in the world, so you say. The building is split to two, one for the 'first players', another for the 'second players'. Three years being in school, you and Vlad still didn't quite understand it, but didn't really felt bothered by it, because let's face
The Alverdale Tangle - Act 1. Chpt - 1Laying Down The Law
Robert Blake's tranquil solitude is shattered by the invasion of his sister— and she comes bearing a most displeasing of ultimatums.
The sombre and musty rooms of Greyvale Hall failed to swallow or muffle the shrill tones of Maris Barnham as she shrieked her daily disgruntlements. The afore-mentioned Mr. Robert Blake reclined in his lounge chair, the lengthy columns of that morning's unread news occupying his full attention. He often took to the library simply to avoid his sister's reprimands, and since returning to the ancestral home after his years away as a practising barrister, the untouched volumes of literary knowledge housed upon those shelves had been his silent, unread, companions.
Mister Robert Blake was content to have it remain thus, for silent company was by far the best, in his far from
Missing ScarvesThe young troll sprinted through the grocery store, Weaving in and out of the aisles she struggled to keep sight of the thief. Her footsteps slapped loudy against the tile floor and other customers growled at her when their feet were stepped upon. Wincing, Nyra (the troll) swiftly apologized whie sprinting. Her long grey scarf loosened around her neck but it went un noticed. Arms pumping Nyra dove forward and caught the back and grey stripped feline in her arm.
~Place Skip Brought to you by a insomia stricken author~
Eridan yawned and stretched his arms above his head. Gamzee had towed him, Karkat, Sollux and Terezi along with to the store for some damn reason. 'Land dwellers make no glubbin' sense some times' the royal troll thought in annoyance. His scarf draped fabulously over his shouder and glasses perched easily upon his face Eridan strode after Gamzee as
Prelude- The RegulatorRegee stubled through the abondoned house.
'Damn. Stupid demon. Oh well. A couple scratches was worth it for 11 souls.'
He continued through knocking over some pans. They crashed to the floor.
Soon after came a loud screech and rapid footsteps, so big that the ground rumbled. A giant head poked in through a window. Regee turned to face his opponent. What he saw was what looked like a dog that went through the devil's blender.
The thing opened what looked like could be a mouth, and a demoic voice said, 'What's your name, pet. I always like to know my next meal's name, pet.'
He had to give it credit. For giant slobbering, disgusting demon dog that looks like a relative of lady gaga, it had some manners.
'Well if you insist. I am Regulus Leeubul, also known as the Regulator, member of the DWMA and personal weapon to Lord Death. And who are you?'.
The thing chuckled. 'Dorsow. 3rd
Savior-Final 1D Trollfic-Chapter 18maklemore:Let's recap:
We all wicked and desire sin
But imagine a world where no one kept there desires in
If something was called right cuz' simply we desired it
When yo' right goes against my right, who's right would win
As for being born that way
I should never see ya'll
Ever see use a word like "retard"
To describe someone who was born a little differently than we are
I guess down syndrome really isn't a thing ya'll
What do we call yo' syndrome?
Oh, that term is offensive now when it hits home?
So, what gives you the right to call the way he was born a defect?
I call yours a defect, you feel it's disrespect
You don't believe in God?
Hey, the universe says if we all gay
We either die off or have to do it God's way
And God loves you no matter what you struggle with
At least struggle tho, don't just give up and quit
Forget how you were born
We were all born in sin
But Christ died for your sin
You can be born again (Praise God for forgiveness)
We were all born in sin
But Christ died so
The All-Alex Rejects Chapter 5“And here we are,” Alex Jr. said, “The Eastern Brain Penitentiary.” Alex Jr. lowered the paper. Paeton, Morgana, and Alex Jr. looked at the building. It was a dark and forbidding place, constructed of concrete and metal. The sky was pitch black around it. “Erm…Maybe Mars is somewhere else. Somewhere…less forbidding.”
“Hey, you got the map,” Paeton said, “You’re the only one who knows where he went. And if you wasted 2 hours trying to get that map, then we are sure as Hell going in there and finding Mars in there…” She grabbed Alex Jr. by his tie. “Or I will strangle you with your own tie. Understand?!”
“If you do kill me, could I have a last request of getting to cop a feel?” Paeton started to tighten Alex Jr.’s tie. It became harder for him to breathe.”Okay,” he choked, “I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Paeton let go and he loosened his tie
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Tale of a Dog Ch. 5 Throwing up is a very natural thing to do after coming to your senses. If you had flakes of meat that you didn’t know were there, and were from some unknown animal, you would have done it to. I’m certain that others of my kind can go on and on about the taste of blood, or the feel of flesh, but it must be an acquired taste. What no one bothers to remind you is that blood contains a lot of iron, and tastes like it quite a bit.
The vomit burned both the ground and my nose with its stench. The snow around it steamed away, and soaked the bile into the soil. I wiped my mouth with my arm, little bits left over on my fur. I quickly rubbed it off onto the snow, and got up slowly. Every muscle hurt from it. Not a serious cramp like before, but everything was tender.
My eyes adjusted to the dim glow of the moon, lighting the snow like a candle
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
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