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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
Lying Figment Peter was in the house looking around the rooms. He was getting a strange eerie feeling around the house. A sheep was tagging along with him trotting at his side. Though oddly he didn't see any of the towns citizens around. It,just seemed void and empty. While strolling around he caught a glimpse of of light. He looked into the mirror and for a second he thought he saw the image of a wolf behind him. He spun around only to see nothing then he heard what sounded like sped up whispering until a dark mist started to leak from the floor boards "you're fault" the shadow whispered in a low echoed tone. "If only you'd thought about what you did it spoke.." As the shadow called Peter out on his past the mist took on a more memorable form of a wolf inching closer and closer to Peter "n-no"was all Peter could mutter starring at the wolf. He gripped his head trying to calm himself and felt a nudge on his leg. He looked down and saw his sheep though it didn't seem to notice the
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