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Wake Me Up, Please.....Chapter One: Something smells fishy
I do not own characters or settings and Lyn is an OC belonging to :iconTarnisis:
The woman was sleeping peacefully in bed as the younger girl slipped into the bedroom.
Sunlight streamed in through the red curtains and made the white carpet of the room a light rust color. The younger girl had light reddish blonde hair and dark blue eyes, and moved with the simple grace of her six years. Her skin was pale-more pale today than others-and she wore a simple nightgown and coat, the nightgown not being much more than a thin dress.
The woman, on the other hand, was a different kettle of fish. She had short black hair with tight curls from many style changes, while the young girl's hair had stayed long and straight. Her eyes, though nobody would know now, unless they knew her, where a dark chocolate brown. Her skin a light brown.
She woke with a start as the girl bounced o
Ranger's Apprentice Themes: Part OneAs a reminder, all Characters and songs belong to respected owners. I own only my opinion. This first one will be (hopefully) for the heroes and heroines of the series Ranger's Apprentice by John Flanagan.
Will Treaty: Hall of Fame; The Script Featuring Will.I.am. Will was a hard one to pick. He does so many things in the books, but is a Ranger, and they hate the spot light. So, there. Nuff said.Horace Altman: A Star is Born; Disney's Hercules. I am going to get so much hate for this from fans who cry "Foul!" over the use of a Disney song for a character as far from Disney as you can think. But hear me out. Who hasn't heard this song and read the books-Most notably Book one-where you haven't thought of Horace? Halt O'Carrick: Had Enough; Breaking Benjamin. Like Will, Halt was a difficult choice. He is such a mysterious character, and we don't learn much about him....until(spoiler) book eight! Commander Crowley: Here's to
Crowley's DaughterPrologue: The Baby
In no way shape or form do I own the Characters or Settings used in the story.
You guys are going to kill me.....Yes, I do know that Crowley does not get married in the series. This is an idea that I got reading another fanfiction named "The Ranger's Daughter". Deal with it, or leave!
15 years prior
Crowley road Cropper through the green of the forest quite pleased with himself. He had left Halt-a Hibernian, and close friend-to practicing with his knives. He sighed contently. He loved the life in the saddle of a horse, and being a Ranger.
But these days, nothing was normal. Infants and young children had been dying or abandoned in the forest, their mothers or fathers unfit to raise them. Most of the time, the lucky ones ended up in Remount with Baron Arald, and in a Ward made specially f
TT OC Emily Jean Wilson BioReal Name: Emily Jean Wilson
Anti-hero Name: Night Watchman
Appearance: She has golden hair that reaches the middle of her back, and brown eyes. She has semipale skin, and is thin. When in costume, she wears a navy blue cloak, a yeoman' s outfit. She also wears a navy blue bandanna and wool mask.
Love Interest: Speedy (Formerly) Cyborg
Family: Slade Wilson (brother)
Interests: Archery, Reading, fighting with her brother, spying
Abilities: Can control water and fire, archery
Personality: Is somewhat like Slade's, only she can reign in her temper a little better than he can. She can be a great ally, but a terrible enemy. Can be shy when meeting new people.
History: Emily Jean Wilson was born to to loving parents. When she was 5, Slade lied about his age, and joined the army. When she heard that he'd been used for an experiment, and had been discharged from the army a year later, she got scared and ran away. Slade found her three years later, in Jump
Black Butler: Chapter 4''-If I could receive help from you in a total of 12,000 pounds-'' Mr. Damiano started, but Jasmine stopped him. She had listen to him talk for five minutes about how the amount of money he wanted would be profitable for her company. Only to hear his asking price and become frustrated, though none of what she felt was shown on her face. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
"That's a little much, Mr. Damiano." She said. "Maybe we could bring that down a tiny bit?" She opened her eyes and looked at the man across her mahogany desk. He looked uneasy about working with her, though bitter experience told her that he was biting back nasty phrases.
"Well, Madame," He said, smiling slowly, "we need the money to hire more workers."
"But you should have plenty of them." Jasmine argued. "I made sure that every single one of my factories had plenty workers, and that said workers were getting paid." She frowned. "I heard in one of my reports that the factory you are-"
Can't I Come, Too?Chapter 1: Beginning to Rise (Part One)
A Robin Hood Fan Fiction. I do not own characters or settings in the story.
"McKenzie?" The man yelled. "McKenzie! Where are you?"
The McKenzie in question was his little sister, McKenzie of Gisborne, who was five, had shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. The man was Sir Guy of Gisborne, and he was having a hard time learning the rules of hide and go seek. The Sheriff looked at him.
"I think the rule is you have to go find her." Vasiey said. "Like this." He walked around the room, looking in the nooks and crannies of the area. He spotted a pair of feet under his desk and went over and went on one knee. He grabbed one of the ankles and pulled, revealing a laughing girl.
"You got me!" She said, and hugged the Sheriff.
"I think it's nap time." Guy said, and McKe
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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