Odd, world stops spinning. Life continues.
Death Battle: Olimar vs. Ant-Man
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It's time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
Central Park, New York
To the human eye, all was well in New York's great expanse of green. People strolled through it to get away from the bustle of the big city, some with significant others others just going solo.
Had they been able to see below the green grass that spread throughout the area, they would have seen a completely-different world entirely. In this world, mere blades of grass were more akin to trees in size and volume and pieces of soil were analogous to rocks and boulders. Average-sized puddles after a day's rain were massive lakes that were near-impossible to cross in a day.
It was the world of the smaller organisms of the planet--a series of ecosystems that man could not witness with casual gazes.
In a small "clearing", a small object no bigger than a soda dropped to the ground--a rocketship from a dist
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M
My Baby Sitter [ab/dl]Disclaimer: ab/dl story, read at your own risk
“A babysitter?!” I asked, incredulous that they would even suggest something so childish. “Mom, Dad, I’m fourteen… I think I can handle you being out of town for a night.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, trying to give the impression I wouldn’t budge. Mom and dad were standing in the hallway door frame, dressed up nicely for a night out on the town. Mom was in makeup, dad had a tie, and they both smelled like perfume and cologne.
“Listen, Thomas,” dad started, a stern look bearing down on me. I didn’t like the sound of this; father only used my full name when I was in trouble. “Your teacher e-mailed us about your grades. Do you want to pass this year or not?” How was this even remotely related?
“I-“ father cut me off mid-sentence, like I didn’t exist.
“You’ve also lied about what you’ve been doing when you ride o
Sasuke x Shy!Reader
Well just so you lovely readers know... Sasuke might be a little OOC....
I'm not sure how this will turn out...
so um yeah... ENJOY!!~
Oh please comment if there are any spelling mistakes or if you wanna tell me your opinion of this!!
"(Name)-CHAN!!!!!" A voice yelled. You glance up from your book and notice your teammate Naruto running up to you. You pull a strand of your (hair color) locks behind your ear. You smiled "H-hey N-Naruto." You stated. "Sakura and I were going to Ichiraku for ramen!! Wanna come??" He asked. "Sure." You replied. Naruto grinned. "Great!!" He said grabbing your hand and pulling you off the bench.
~.~ At Ichiraku ~.~
Naruto walks in and notices Sasuke with Sakura. You blushed brightly. "Who invited him??" Naruto asked. "I did." Sakura replied. Sakura looks at you. "Oh hey (Name)-san!" She said smiling. "H-hey Sa-Sakura.." You stutt
Pacifying PerfectionThe first thing Jasmine noticed was her pounding headache. Too many vodkas the night before at that party. It swam up through her unconscious state rousing her from her dreams, she groaned and tried to raise a hand to massage her head only to find her hand wouldn't move. Still being partially asleep this didn't bother her for a moment, although a dream induced uneasy feeling began to mingle with the headache. She tried to roll over in bed only to find she couldn't move and her orientation felt skewed. Perplexed but still very much half asleep she opened her hazel eyes.
Instantly she was wide awake. She was in her dorm room in her white night shirt and grey shorts, she even had her pink fluffy slippers on, but she was tied to her desk chair. Thick rope bound her. Sat on the opposite side of the room was her dorm room buddy Carrie. A short stocky woman with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She wore a p
AoT: Embarrassing Heichou [Levi x reader]You always wondered what could possibly embarrass humanity's strongest soldier. No matter how perfect he may seem, there must have been some flaws in him and something that could make him embarrassed right?
And so that's how you started to think about the possible things that could embarrass Levi. You shared your thoughts with Hanji and she evaluated whether it could embarrass him or not. You carried out the experiments that Hanji told you to do that could embarrass him but none of them worked.
Furthermore, you were the one who always ended up getting extra chores and running laps. How on earth did Hanji not get any of those punishments? You started to think that Levi has this grudge against you for pissing him of for like a million times.
'Damn.. I'm starting to feel hungry...'
You were cleaning the stables and horses after running for 3 hours straight with no lunch. When you were brushing the horses, you looked at it.
"Hmm. I guess Eren was right... Jean does have
How you used to (Gaara x Fem!Reader)
Gaara stared at your peaceful sleeping face as he held your hand. Your hair created a (h/c) pool under your head, some strands flowing down the white pillow like a stream. Bandages were wrapped around your head, arms and torso, all stained with crimson blood. Your chest rose and fell, going in rhythm with your breathing. Your rose petal lips were parted slightly, air rushing in and out of your mouth.
If only he was there at that moment to protect you... if only he paid more attention to you... you wouldn't end up in the condition you are currently in. His grip on your hand tightened. The redhead cared for you so much... You were always there whenever he needed comfort... Your laughs and warm smiles never failed to bring a smile to his face... And most importantly, you were the first person to accept and understand him. You made him feel what it was like to be loved.
"______, please, wake up," he pleaded, although he knew that you could not hear him.
Gaara sat on one of the swings, s
Brooklyn's Holiday Weight Gain- Part 1I tugged sheepishly at my shirt, begging it to stretch and stop clinging to my bloated belly. My family and I had been decorating Christmas cookies for a while now, and I felt my bowl of dough had gone more into my mouth than into shapes of reindeer or bells. I justified it by saying it was the holidays, now is the time to indulge. And even so, I was still pretty thin. I’d just put on a few pounds from the sugar filled goodies covering our counters this time of year.
“Brooklyn, if you keep that up, you’re gonna need new jeans for Christmas!” My mom said laughing, pointing at my straining button when I had reached across the table for the icing, my shirt riding up. I spooned a whole scoop of icing into my mouth in mocking defiance and she rolled her eyes playfully. My family wasn’t too particular about weight, especially since I had maybe put on five pounds since Christmas break started.
“Everyone gains weight during the holidays,” my dad said,
~Never Leave Me~ Alois Trancy x Reader
"[Name] darling! Please try to hurry! You don't want to be late, do you?" Your mother called as you began your descent down the staircase.
"Oh, of course not, mother." You replied sarcastically.
"Don't be that way, [Name]. Earl Trancy is a fine young man." Your father stated as he took his place beside your mother.
"That doesn't mean I have to marry him." You tried to argue.
"This topic is not up for debate. You are to marry Alois Trancy upon his 18th birthday, and that's final. You know our family needs this in order to move up in the world." Your father said, his voice stern. Rolling your eyes, you made your way to the front door.
"[Name]." Your mother began. It was her way of trying to reason with you.
"We should leave now. I wouldn't want to keep my fiancé waiting." You replied, sarcasm tainting your words, before walking outside and towards an awaiting carriage.
The ride to the Trancy manor was long, boring, and monotonous. Not to mention the extreme tension that w