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If Uther Had a Journal.......Morgana, light of my life, suggested I take the afternoon to relax while she and Arthur take care of my duties this afternoon. Such a sweet and loyal disposition my Morgana has. Surely none other is so beautiful or kind as her. Arthur has grown into a fine young man. He will be an excellent king. He has proven himself over and over again in battle and with the law.
My only true concern is that he seems to be too much attached to his servant. Such a dull-witted boy I have never known; but Arthur goes to great lengths to save him or protect him. I am at a loss to explain this loyalty to a servant. The servant does have the same intense loyalty to Arthur and that is something.
My war wound is aching more than usual today. I should ask Gaius to make me a stronger potion. Now he is a loyal servant worthy of attention. A true friend and ally helping fight against magic.
If Morgana Had a Journal......I cannot stand to be much longer in the company of fools and hypocrites. To think I once cared for them. Why didn't I kill Uther when I had the chance! The hypocritethe man who is my father and yet refuses to acknowledge the blood tie between us. Arthur is as ignorant as ever. He continues to dote on me as if I were his sister; which I am but he has no knowledge of that of course. Any love I once had for him died when I realized that he would follow Uther blindly in whatever he set forth.
Gwen has become a means to an end. She loves Arthur, and he her, and that relationship is of use to Morgouse and I. I must be more careful with how I treat her or she may begin to suspect me. While she would never be able to convince Arthur or Uther otherwise of my pure intentions it would make the illusion easier to maintain. She is the only possible regret in this master plan of my sis
If Gaius Had a Journal.......Lord Lichtenstien requests a remedy for a tightness of his chest. (It would be best if he did not each so much fine food and find some looser pants). Insists that I have a potion for him.
Lady Bronte and Constable Lewis requests sleeping potions.
Remids me when I would make Lady Morgana's nightly sleeping draught. It pains me to see the road she has decided upon. I cannot help but remember her as a bright child and kind spirit. To see such a drastic change is most unsettling.
Madame Austin requested something for headaches. I have suggested that she stay out of the afternoon sun and put a mixture of herbs in her tea once a day. Merlin will fetch it for her on the morrow.
Sir Alcorn's wound must be seen to this afternoon. He had a very bad scrape with Arthur during practice yesterday. Of course if Merlin had been paying attention to where he was stepping it would have never happened.
If Gwen Had a Journal.......It was washing day today. It needs to be done but I cannot say that it is my favorite day of the week. Some of the Lady Morgana's dresses are particularly difficult to wash. All of the silk and fine cloth catches the dust and everything else; which reminds me my own home needs to be cleaned of the dust and grime. I have been working more at the castle than usual, except for today. Morgana gave me the evening off.
I am afraid I can no longer trust my Lady Morgana. I fear she means great evil to us all and yet who could I possibly tell? Breathing a word of my fears to the king would result in my head rolling on the ground. I can tell no one but Gaius and Merlin, who have confirmed my fears. I am terrified, and yet I can only think about the kindness she used to bestow upon me and Merlin. She helped save his village and stood up for my father when he was accused of being a sorcere
If Merlin Had a Journal......I swear. There are days when I truly believe that there must be another Prince Arthur that I'm supposed to protect and who will be this amazing king because it's not this one.
I don't know how his other servants put up with him! Throwing things (dull and sharp) at my head, insulting me constantly (at least I insult him back), and all of the work he gives me! Between him and Gaius I sometimes think they want me to drop dead. Not like Arthur would care.
That's not quite true. He has helped out a few times. Like when I drank that poison and he went to get the only flower that would cure me. Or when my village was in trouble he fought for them. Can't forget when I was supposed to have been thrown in jail. I think I just disproved my own theories. He's still an arrogant pratt of a clotpole. Every so often he does something that makes me think that the Great Dra
I'm constantly surrounded.
Not that I'm complainin'
Considerin' the two that sleep in my bed.
My life-long dream!
A passion realized!
Not to mention a
Very cute girl besides.
Adventures every day
With interestin' people to meet.
Everything was practically perfect
Well. Except for last wek.
I feel so lost without him
Cutter I meana man who'd never bend.
He was so much more than my professor;
So much more than my friend.
But we have to go on
Because we have no choice.
Anomolies still appear
And the media can't have a voice.
We'll make it through;
Not only for the world's sake
But for us and Cutter too.
It'll be a large slice of cake.
Spirited Away: Epilogue
Chihiro looked around at her new school. She was starting in the middle of a fall semester and she was all alone. Her parents had dropped her off at the front entrance for her first day of school. "I miss Haku, and Lin, and Kamajii," Chihiro sighed. "I think I would even be glad to see Yubaba." It had been a week since she had left everyone behind and Chihiro was feeling a little homesick for everyone. She knew that it would be dangerous to go back but that didn't stop her wishing that she could go back. Chihiro took a deep breath and began to walk up the steps into the school. It was a madhouse inside with children shouting and screaming.
"Excuse me?" Chihiro said to a woman who looked like she was a teacher.
"Walk! Don't run!" the lady yelled to two boys who were having a race down the hallway.
"Excuse me!" Chihiro said a little louder. When the woman finally looked at her Ch
I'm sorryI'm sorry.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy;
My brain sometimes turns off
And I blast other people.
I mess up.
I am human.
It takes me so many tries
And yet I feel as though I am
SUPPOSED to be perfect
ALL OF THE TIME.
It takes me a while to get it right.
I shouldn't always feel as though I,
Am in the wrong.
I can't stay and I can't go.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy.
I am sorry that I was born this way
And that I take so long to change my evil ways.
He Loves MeHe loves me,
It is true!
He loves me.
I know it, I truly do.
He said so to me
(To sometimes invisible me)
Tonight in the garden
As he hugged me, you see.
It was spoken out of friendship,
I also know this is true,
But the words still warm my heart
Like nothing else can do.
I now know that he does care
And this is all have every really wanted.
I cannot stop smiling
By those words I'll be forever happily haunted.
He loves me.
It is true!
He said it to me
And I believe him; that I do.
Curiosity Created a CatMeowstic TF
Commission for Justakitsune
Warning! Contains TG!
Kyle ran down the neatly paved road, each step sending up a burst of water. His red-brown hair was stuck to his head and face, and he hugged his arms against his body in a vain attempt to keep warm. Rain poured down from the heavens, and Kyle was caught in it. Miles from home, and not a soul would lend a ride or a few minutes indoors.
To put it bluntly, things were miserable.
Kyle felt he was a few minutes from death by chill when, through the droplets cascading to the earth and the handful of cars speeding past, heard a door open.
"Come in, lad," said an accented voice, "you'll freeze out there!"
Kyle looked in the direction of the voice, and saw an older man wearing grey pants and a turtleneck sweater standing on a stone porch. His door was open, a warm light was behind it. Kyle ran to the building, eager to escape the storm and ignoring the dangers of accepting the offer of a person unknown to him.
"Th-thank you, miste
The Sleep-Eater"Come on, girl," Samantha Berger said to another woman, "Must you and your butt block the lane?"
The woman she was talking to was Alyssa Campton. This woman was quite plump, at 380 lbs., but most of her weight was in her butt. It was easily the largest body part, working well with her thighs, which were very soft, and often rubbed each other as she walked. Her belly was moderately chubby, as were her breasts, though initially they were smaller than Samantha's a while ago. Still she often wore long pants (which always became snug) because of her massive lower half.
Samantha, on the other hand was nearly half of her Alyssa's weight. In width alone, she would be as wide as one of Alyssa's thighs. This was something that bothered Samantha. Unlike Alyssa, Samantha often wore outgoing outfits, while the former wore figure-flattering, but more secretive attires. Normally, Samantha would wear a black bustier over a revealing midriff T-shirt, along with black shorts.
Samantha saw Alys
On the Doctor's Day of Christmas... Rose's eyes flew open. Actually she wasn't sleeping, it was just some kind of dozing - every child is so very excited on Christmas night, unlike their parents. What was the reason? It was almost midnight, the hour of magic. And she just knew it that something was going to happen, despite her "being a big girl". Twelve isn't such a large number, and even adults sometimes let themselves be children.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Click.
The clock's long hand met the small one. Rose's heart skipped a beat. And not for nothing.
A rush of freezing wind flew from the open door, and there was a small rumble in the neighbour room. Not in her mother's bedroom, but in the living-room. Something was definitely on... Should she go and look? Did anything happen?
Rose climbed out of her bed and tip-toed to the living-room's door, straining her senses and with her mouth wide open to breathe very qui
Senseless storySusu: Oh Gott, was macht Tante Bird?
Rebecca: Halts Maul Waschbär!
Susu: das war gerade ziemlich unfreundlich...
Rebecca: ah.. für dich reichts.....
Susu: Aber wir sind doch noch Freunde oder Rebecca?
Rebecca: Das macht dann nochmal 50 € extra
Susu: oh mann... konzentrier dich auf Tante Bird!
was hat sie vor?
Rebecca: Bitte unterbrech mich nicht wenn ich dir den Mittelfinger zeige
Susu: Verdammt Rebecca, Tante Bir wird und umbringen was sollen wir tun?
Rebecca: *sing* Haut'se Haut'se immer auf die Schnauze!!!
Susu: haah okay... kann ich dur eine retorische Frage stellen?
Rebecca: I must go Susu! MY PLANET NEEDS ME!!!
Susu: okay ich habe ein Plan.
Rebecca: WOHOHOOOW der Idiot hat ein Plan! Sprich geschwind du hässliches Kind
Susu: Das hatten wir schon mal...
Rebecca: Hehe Ja war auch nur.. Spasch.
Ich mochte dich schon immer
Rebecca: die Chemie hat zwischen uns noch nie gestimmt aber dafür war die Physic klasse
Susu: Ach du hörst mir s
Haran Strait 12:01:42 Tenebrae-Immortal Empire Battle Front, 2056
As with anything else time brought changes and those changes for the science fleet operating just outside of Immortal empire space changes brought a certain weight to their role in the ongoing conflict. The formal declaration of conflict had been issued a few months prior, admittedly less an actual declaration but rather a statement intended as symbolism. The folks up to who signed it understood it was more or less a cold war declaration. If the Immortal Empire didn’t actively initiate aggression there would be none in return. The flux however, were included in the declaration had already initiated aggression and they were not granted the formality of a cold war status. Even the flux’s botched negotiations attempt which ironically went through all the wrong channels seemingly demonstrating an utter lack or regard for the culture with which they attempted communications further aggravated the situation. When one a
Whom the gods would destroyIn his throne room in Asgard, Odin was slumped down in his throne, brooding. At his right ear was Huginn (Thought), one of his ravens which brought him news from the mortal realm, and at his left was Muninn (Memory), the other one. He was deliberating on a course of action. Some time ago, he had learned of a mortal’s spirit existing in the spirit plane, a realm that is very close to the domains of the gods of myth. He considered this an affront, as mortals had no business being where the gods tread. What made the situation even more intolerable is that the Thunderbird Spirit had made friends with the lowly being. He raised his head as he finally came to a decision. He dismissed his ravens and then picked up his massive spear, Gungir, which had been resting again his throne. He then strode out to complete his goal: the destruction of Quebec Star.
Gerald Bouchard, the first person to be called Quebec Star and who empowered the subsequent ones, floated in the void of the spirit real
christmas OC specialenjoy >w<
Moco: on da 12th day of Christmas, my power gave to me, 12 twinkie boxes!
Elzira: 11 Evils footsoldiers
Tori: 10 chainsaws roarin’
Jessiewen: 9 lovely roses
Sanguine: 8 deadly toxins
Kardath: 7 rotted plants
Sunkiller: 6 stolen lightsabers
Tamaya: 5 big machine guns
Arbuldar: 4 big nukes
Daegon: 3 fatalities
Lord Garret: 2 conquered worlds
All: AND A BRAND NEW YEAR!!!
Rothera Weekly Dispatch======================================
| Transmission Date: 06-27-2055 |
| Transmission Time: 09:38:00 hours |
| Transmission Source: 001A-AGP |
Territorial Navy increases patrols.
Early this morning it came to our notice here at Rothera weekly that the Territorial navy has tripled its patrols in recent days. In establishing a remote division on the other side of the spatial rift we have seen significant delays in shutting material and personnel to the Ancerius galactic locations. The tightening of security has gone to the point of extreme scrutiny of personal items and authenticating documents. While the Sector Authority has released a number of documents regarding what one is to have ready for inspectors if they choose to travel it seems as if the information required is a bit much. Some have called it rightfully thorough however others have been caught flat-footed by the changes in national
If Arthur Had a Journal......Hmmmmmm What should I make Merlin do today? I think I had him clean my armor yesterday but it wouldn't hurt to make him clean it again. I should also make him hold my targets for knife throwing today as punishment for messing up my dinner last night. Faeries stealing my foodhow stupid does he think I am? Never mind that. There are times when I truly believe that only half of his brain exists in that thick head of his.
Then he has these moments when he acts so wise; like he knows things that I don't know which is of course ridiculous. I do have to admit, where no one else can read this, every so often he shows true insight into matters of all kinds. Perhaps Merlin plays a fool sometimes to make me think he isn't all that smart.
Not possible. No one is that stupid to try that.
Except for Gwen perhaps, but she doesn't need to stop to such low methods. One look at
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