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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.
Ground zeroGround zero
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
the Blood of HeroesIt was the middle of the night and the lab in the Guardians headquarters was quiet. That didn’t last as the door opened and three young people entered. “Um, are we going to get caught?” Stupendous asked, looking around nervously. “And isn’t there an alarm in here?”
“Don’t worry, squirt. Polygirl’s sound asleep in Gordon’s room. There should be enough time to do what I need to do,” Hnekakal said as she went over to one of the machines in the large room. “And I took care of the alarm.”
“Are you sure you know how to work that thing?” Testament asked.
“Eyup,” the Native woman replied as she started pushing bottoms on the control panel. “I memorized how this do-hickey works. It only looked like I wasn’t paying attention.”
Testament crossed his arms. “I’m not sure that it’ll work the same way on you that it did with me.”
She turned to him and thumped
Backblast part 2In a secluded area of Stranger Industries where they wouldn’t be monitored or interrupted, the owner of the company was meeting with Warbuster’s pilot. “So what have you found out?” the masked man asked his employee.
“Well, I poked around the records and found several discrepancies in the inventory going back nearly a year and ending soon after Backblast appeared. So whoever he is, he probably works here since he knows how to manipulate our system, or at least has someone here doing it for him.”
“Hrmm,” the Stranger murmured unhappily. “At least Long-Reich had the decency to become a supervillain on his own time with his own money. Anyways, anyone know what you were looking for?”
“Nope, I kept the reason why I was doing it to myself. No one suspects anything.” Warbuster’s pilot paused before adding. “Well, I think Poly might. She actually found a couple of the discrepancies while looking for parts and p
TMNT 2012 Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You...Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger
Mona froze unsure what to do. There were at least thirty Foot bots on the front yard and that's all they could see, who knew how many more were on the roof or trying to get into the house right now. She glanced to her left, Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey were still really injured and lying on couches or chairs. Although they were hurt, their senses were on edge along with their bodies.
“Mona,” Lotus began slowly. “We need to try and talk to them.”
Mona looked bewildered at Lotus, “Are you crazy?”
“Look if we don't they are just going to attack. Nia and April can grab our weapons while we head out there and try to talk to them,” Lotus offered. “What else can we do besides stand here?”
Mona gritted her teeth, “April, Nia. Please grab mine and Lotus's weapons. If things get bad protect the guys at all costs. Notify Splinter and Casey of the situation.”
Nia and April n
Trust Machines Writers' GuideTrust Machines Writers' Guide v1.07
Imagine a TF booth with a twist. Outside is a single control, that sets the duration of the change. Put some money in (or any token - has to be an object, doesn’t much matter what), the duration display comes up. Set the time to thirds of a day, 1-3 days, 1-3 months or 1-3 years, touch to confirm. Two doors appear - bits of the wall of the booth just vanish, rather than sliding or irising out of the way.
Inside the booth, between the two sides, is a transparent interface panel. Once a sentient (to the booth’s definition - not drunk/stoned/too young to be responsible) person enters a side, the door vanishes again.
The interface is largely touch-based. The center is taken up by the currently selected image, which follows the movements of the person on the other side. An array of ‘bubbles’ around the edge of the image show variations on the central one. Touching one changes t
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #01"Hey guys!" the blonde girl called out and winked into the camera, the black haired boy next to her doing the same.
"So,-" she continued, "-it's been a couple of days, but now Johnny and me are back with the first episode of our video blog Venn-ything Goes. Since the last episode was kind of introductory, we've decided to label it #00. We got a ton of feedback by you and you had some really crazy-shit ideas regarding our next transformation. We'll tell you the winner shortly, but before, Johnny and me would like to tell you how the eight hours in each other's body felt. To do so, Steve has interviewed us shortly after we changed back. Here's the video!"
The image changed to that of a living room. On a couch, Amanda and Johnny were sitting, but in the next moment, they seemed to have switched place.
"Yes!" exclaimed Johnny, patting his groin. "It's good to have ol' Willy back!"
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Pah. Was it so bad having to give up your companion for eight
The Emissary With the sun’s smoking rays lingering at my back and the city disappearing into the storm-purpled distance, my eyes met the dusty twilight. Though my heart was drumming in the cage of my ribs with passion and verve, the girl in my arms was no longer breathing, her skin growing cold under my shadow. The desert under my feet seared my soles and served no other purpose than to remind me that I was going home at last. I looked over my shoulder, clutching her closer, knowing she was the only relic left from that city, from the city that took Nirestria. And she was the only thing that could nurse my forest home back from the smoldering mess it was left in the wake of the war.
Though I was ashamed to fathom the single remedy for my home was the very unholy thing that wrought its obliteration.
Huffing half in desperation and half in exhaustion, I fumbled forward on joints of glass and
JazzLensJasmine Fowl, a young woman, who regularly had a lot of lustful eyes upon her, was shielded by a number of scientists. She was at Deluxe City for a special experiment. Jasmine heard these people "geek out" on the subject of many different things, notably things like "probability," or "possible side effects," but they were too much for her 22-year old brain. All that mattered to her was which rich man she was going to see.
Jasmine found time to comb her long, curly black hair, as it ran down her beautifully browned skin. She looked like a copper woman, shining all around. She normally would be wearing revealing clothing, but she was wearing a pink shirt, with blue tights and white shoes. She had a well-rounded body, or at least, she figured.
"Miss Fowl, you understand that there are risks?" scientist asked. She only made the universal agreement sound. "Very good, it seems like we can begin."
A plump, blonde haired woman, possibly older than the scientists, walked up to her hear ho
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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