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Claire Victoria's profileClaire Victoria's Profile
Name: Claire Victoria
Occupation: Spy for S.H.I.E.L.D
Hair: Brunette; always in a pony-tail
Eye color: Blue
Attire: (I'll show you in the artist comments)
Relatives: Father (died while she was 17), Mother (alive lives in Germany) and younger brother (alive, 24 and a terrorist)
Backstory: Claire was born from a bloodline of spies (try to imagine since the American Revolution), she is the first female. Claire was trained by her father about everything her father does as a spy. Claire was around 6 when she was given a younger brother, who was completely envious of her because their father trained her and rarely focused on him. Claire was given a fire scar on her by her then 6 year old brother, who then trapped her in a ring of fire (which is why she's pyrophobic). When she was seventeen she became a spy for an anti-terrorist gr
New RP character (avengers based)New rp character
Note: I haven't seen avengers in a long time, but I recently played Resident evil code veronica X. I thought up a good oc based off the character Claire Redfield. This is her introduction if she were in the movie.
A young woman ran through a long hallway. Her brunette hair tied back in a pony tail, meanwhile a man with an eye patch over his right eye began to explain who she was and why she could be of "great use" in the group. "Her name is Claire Victoria, she was named after her grandmother on her father's side, but that doesn't matter. Her father was a spy before her, but he unfortunately died. She was trained to by a spy by him, the best out there. Which is why I need her alive!"
Hilary gasped as she saw two helicopters with big Gatling guns, an announcer came on yelling, "Claire Victoria, we are an agency that will not hurt you! However if you won't come we will shoot you!" a voice yelled, making Claire run as the guns began to go off, two of the soldiers getti
Facts about Marceline
Facts about Marceline
*Marceline's favorite flavor of ice cream is chocolate
*Her favorite food is spaghetti with her mother's home made meat sauce
*Marceline's favorite shifter doll (which is basically Mori's mom, dad and brother Akalex)are her grandparents
*Marceline loves learning about her shifter heritage from her dad (she feels that her grandparents and uncle Akalex are with her when she learns more about her heritage)
*Marceline's favorite juice drink is grape
*Marceline loves playing hide and seek with the dolls
*Marceline's specialty in school is math (possibly that shifter heritage )
*Marcy loves sleeping with her parents (as in taking a nap!!)
Explaination on Stacy and her Family
Explanation on Stacy and her family
This will give a clear up on who Stacy and her family are and why they hate the "poor people"
Stacy is a seven year old girl, who believes that because she's rich she can get away with very thing. She is the daughter of a man named Adam Jackson and his wife Emily, both who teach their daughter that it's ok to treat everyone like scum. Stacy especially picks on Marceline because she finds her to be ugly and how she doesn't deserve the three shifter dolls her mom made for her.
Here's the original scene from the starter: Marceline held onto her dolls as she played on the swings, laughing as she flew higher and higher. She stopped as she saw Stacy take her dolls, "Give them back!!" Marceline screamed, being pushed to the ground. "Why should I, you're a freak show and you're poor so...You don't deserve them!" Stacy said, throwing mud on Marceline, making her cry. She watched through her tears as Stacy walked off with them. Marceline cried harder as she
RoTG Shift (Monsters Inc. parody)
RoTG Shift (Monsters Inc. parody)
Marceline was in the Warren, "terrifying" Bunnymund. "Hey, get down there, big bunny!" Marceline yelled, pointing to the ground. Bunnymund quickly scooped up the girl into a basket and hopped off towards North's workshop.
When Bunnymund arrived at the shop, Marceline was "introduced" by Bunnymund. Jack and Sandy were a bit terrified, Bunnymund looked over and saw what Marceline reached her arms out for, "Oh these stuffed toys, here ya go!" Bunnymund said, tossing all three of them. Marcy smiled as she held onto her three shifter dolls, but looked saddened as Jack took them, "No one, even you isn't gonna touch these three dolls!" he yelled, some part of him felt guilty for doing this, but then again, Marceline's father did almost "kill" them. Bunnymund looked like someone scared him as he heard the little girl starting to cry, like he was going to die, "Jack...Mr. Guardian of Fun...Give her the dolls!" Bunnymund stated, covering his ears.
I Remeber You (HilaryxMori version)
I Remember You (HilaryxMori version)
You have to listen to the Adventure Time song "Remember you", it will make you cry. Plus in someway it got me thinking of HilaryxMori.
Hilary and Mori both helped Jack get to her home. Hilary had a feeling Pitch could use this opportunity to get to Jack, especially true since he was in his "human form". Hilary and Mori were arguing about who's fault it was that Jack got hurt, "For a shifter, you behave like a stubborn ass!" Hilary yelled, Mori laughed at the way she sounded. Hilary sounded completely nervous, like she never called anyone an ass before. During the argument, Hilary glared at Mori as she saw him pick up her music box. "Give it back!" she yelled, jumping on him, but the box fell to the ground, opening up.
You're so annoying, you pitiful shifter
I'd like to help you, but I don't know
If I can I thought you were really nuts
But you're really, really, really
Every time I move eventually you find me and,
Start hanging around, jus
she shall inherit"Your meekness is sensual."
The words caught her off guard, especially since she had been lost in her normal reverie: the imaginary world she lived in while walking, shopping and eating among the throbbing crowds of citizens that packed this city from wall to wall during business hours.
But they caught her off-guard in another way, and it took her a second to realize it. For some reason, she wasn't offended at being called "meek" by a complete stranger. It was true, but that doesn't mean a stranger should address it. Maybe it was because of the suave and confident way he delivered the sentence. Maybe it was his Ivy-League good looks and high-end business suit. Maybe it was the calm, slightly smiling expression on his face. She didn't know. But she wanted to hear him explain what he meant.
So, she put down her paper cup of tea and just looked back at him through her slightly too-thick glasses. He started to look somewhat familiar, b
Stare at the ScreenStare at the screen, hands hover over the keyboard.
A tiny sigh, hands are drawn back, instead to tug down the long sleeves of the thermal. As if to hide from the world, even in broad daylight. It feels distant. They feel out of reach. Have things changed? Was a memo missed?
Corrosive thoughts tear at the mind, have done so for years. No stopping it, no stopping the abject feel of loneliness and despair ripping at the very veins that pump life. The feel of disassociation, of not being good enough. The bittersweet wistful feel of experiencing touch. Affection. Anything.
Stare at the screen, hands hover over the keyboard.
Keyboard smash, forehead to follow suit. There is nothing to say, nothing to do. Get to your own feet, girl. Stand up, quit burdening the others with your petty seasonal depression disorder. They have better things to do, than listen to you rip yourself apart. How many times have you brought them down, with just a word or phrase? How many times hav
Your FaultSydney made a mistake eight months ago. They both did. And if they hadn’t, the sequence of events that followed wouldn’t have led him to three rows from the front in borrowed dress clothes.
He was taking her to a doctor’s appointment. They had the music turned up and the windows rolled down. She was laughing, both hands clutching her hair to keep it from whipping around her face. She wasn’t looking out of the window or looking at the buildings they were passing. It was him she saw, not the pick up truck that sped through the red light.
“It’s not your fault,” his father kept saying.
“It’s not your fault,” his mother kept saying.
But he remembered December and the things they did. And he remembered Sage yelling at the hospital, “Save my baby! Save my baby!” He couldn’t hear Allison from where the nurses held him down, trying to stop the bleeding, but he was sure she was saying the same thing.
“This is you
She is the best friend.
The one who sticks by your side,
who washes your hair when you're sad,
the one who sings with you in the kitchen.
She is powerful.
Her words work into your bones,
you are drenched in her odor.
She is your personal warning sign.
She calms your heart and
she keeps you company but tries to leave,
only to find herself back home.
She knows your hard work, your dreams.
You work under the shadow of her motivation;
she tells you to write poems about her, and you agree.
She is a buckled down frenzy,
She is a wildfire.
She is intelligent,
and she does not deserve you.
She tries to get away.
She claws away from the grey sheets that you both share,
but you hold her captive with the shackles that she handed to you.
In the mornings,
she melts back into you,
and the both of you go brush your teeth, shower, and write about her some more.
Something's, you only can get rid of,
when you get rid of yourself.
Shingeki no Kyojin- Levi and OC. Part 2
I haven't written in a while, but here is the second part to my story. I don't know if it will be chapters or I'll just post as much as I write on the day. Hope you like any way ^_^
I lead the way to Commander Smith’s office with Alex not far behind. The woman has a skip to her step which echoes through the empty halls.
She catches up to my and leans forward while walking, just enough that I can see the smug grin on her face. It’s going to be a long day.
“So, how have you been Levi?” She asks with the sort of cheer in her voice that turns my stomach.
“It’s Captain or Corporal, don’t call me Levi” I retort.
She laughs, how is that funny. I never did fully understand this girl. She irritates me and yet I enjoy her company all at the same time. It’s confusing.
“Yes Sir.” She walks past me to turn and face me while walking backwards. “The title definitely suits you. You’re looking
One Second LeftOne second. One second left on the clock. I watch as they all line up at the line of scrimmage, half the players in red, the other in white. They line up, and everything goes silent. We, my team and I, are anxious. If they made this field goal, the game is over and we’ll have lost. Damn the refs for giving them this Hail Mary. But instead of cursing, I stand and watch as silence descends upon the field and the audience.
They launch into movement, helmets and pads crashing together. The ball flies back and is set for the kicker. It’s flying, arcing through the air. I follow it and know it’s going to fall short. I jerk forward, stepping into its path of travel. My eyes are trained solely on the ball, my arms snagging it from the air as it falls. I’m running, running out of my teams’ end zone and towards theirs, the muscles in my legs bunching and releasing, carrying me across the ten yard line. Ten down. Twenty down. Thirty. Red uniforms come into my path an
Healing Wounds: An Untold Loki VignetteHealing Wounds
An Untold Loki Vignette
"Then am I not your mother?"
“. . . You’re not."
"So perceptive . . . of everyone but yourself."
Those had been her last words. Her last touch had been as ephemeral and elusive as flowing water. Loki had watched his mother's eyes, brimming with unshed grief, dissolve into nothingness. Conjuring illusions. A talent they shared.
"Frigga is the only reason you are still alive, and you will never see her again."
He blinked, eyelids taught. His skin was uncomfortably tight, as if it were straining to contain him. Dry, sweltering. Loose strands of jet hair fell limply into silver eyes that bore into nothing tangible. All the world had melted around him, yet he was painfully conscious of his vitality. He could feel his lungs expand as he breathed, heard and felt the blood rushing through his heart and veins. Every hair on his body was erect, sensing the atmosphere around him and reacting accordingly. His stomach contracted, moaning for food t
The Little OneHe’d been through hell on Earth several times when he was deployed to various areas that had outbreaks and he always came out alive. Some dubbed him as a man who was fearless and brave but right now, he was a big bundle of nerves as he paced around in the hospital suite. Being chased out of the operating theatre just after he heard the cries of his son was a terrifying experience. He had not even gotten a glimpse at his child when complications developed and the nurse placed her palm on his back to escort him out of the room, forcing him to release his grip on his wife’s hand.
It had been two hours since he last saw his spouse and despite pestering the nurses about her condition, all they could say was, “She’ll be wheeled in later.” Did that mean she was alive? They had barely begun their new journey together and it almost felt like all of his happiness was slowly going down the drain.
As if it was answering his prayer, the doors to the suite opened
Even in Death
Even in Death
Marceline was now born, crying and wanting her mother, who was busy talking with her family members, the only ones that wanted to see Marceline. She was crying as many people showered her with gifts, too many people were calling her "cute" or a "sweetie". Hilary picked up her baby, walking off to the bathroom to breast feed her daughter. Hours later, Hilary and Mori were asleep, Marceline awake and sucking on her pacifier. Her green eyes focused on something that moved, three animal spirits. She smiled up at them, reaching her arms out for them. She heard the doe speak, "This is my granddaughter...I love her!" The buck, big and strong, like a Bruise Willis of the shifters snorted, "She's part human, Angelique, I don't think I can like her!!" it said. Angelique glared, hating how her mate, Matthew, "Dear, I don't care if she's part human, she is our granddaughter!" Matthew snorted, but Marceline smiled up at him and Angelique. "She likes you, Matthe
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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