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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 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
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.
Random Sexual Offenderman short storiesThis is just a collection of small stories about smexy, most involving him interacting with Arc in some humorous way, a few of which were even released on his tumblr account. I figured these little stories had been building up in my notes long enough, so i might as well release the lot.
Before I was named as a “proxy”,
(heck, i'm not even sure if he had really known much about proxies back then to begin with, and if he did, i know he hadn't really been considering it)
Smexy had made a different sort of offer to “claim me” within the boundaries of our deal.
Fall was just starting to really come into its own, the leaves in the process of changing their colors and the college campus humid and muddy from a recent rain. We were just kinda hanging around in the dorm room. I sat on the floor with my laptop, while Smexy was draped across the bed like some sort of big lazy cat, looking over my shoulder to watch the cartoon or whatever that was playing o
Fat BloodNadina could only hear her feet quashing the swampy ground, as she traveled through a dense part of a forest. Clad in a blue armless top, adorned with logos from sponsors, and equipped with black shorts and shoes, Nadina forced herself through a tricky path. As soon as she reached the end of it, she got through a cave, proving her nearly-inhuman acrobatics.
As soon as she found herself at the edge of a scenic cliff, Nadina smiled, finally being able to climb Mt. Unreal, Alfatare's biggest mountain. "It's over," she said, "I conquered it all..."
Then, as the tanned blonde slowly turned, the area she stood on broke off. She yelped, and then screamed, as it came far too sudden for her to recover. Nadina screamed as loud as she could, praying there would be help.
"Get her to an ER! Get her to an ER!"
Trust Machines - Office TeaseAdrian Gilner yawned, rubbed his eyes and looked at the old-fashioned analogue clock hanging on his office's wall. It was already well past 7 p.m., and that on a Friday, to boot. Normally, he was leaving his office at 4 p.m. on Fridays, but when you were the CO of a small electronics company, sometimes you didn't get to choose your quitting time.
In this instance, one of his company's subcontractors had screwed up spectacularly. The battery manufacturer had delivered one hundred thousand batteries, and all of them had a disastrous flaw which would almost certainly make them fail in the first two months of operation. The good news was that battery manufacturer had agreed to back the entire charge and refund the full price, plus a luscious penalty. The bad news was that the battery manufacturer didn't have the capacities to replace the faulty batteries with working ones right now.
Which would leave AG Electronics with a massive bottleneck in production rate for the imm
Trust Machines - Venn-Ass #00The youtube video started with the display of two teenagers, a girl and a boy standing in a mall, a Venn Machine's spinning planets behind them. The boy was gangly and tall, well over 6 feet, with a thin face but humorous eyes and dark-black, scrubby hair. The girl next to him was considerably smaller and a bit on the homely side, she sported long, blond hair and her blue eyes twinkled with wit. Both were dressed in their generation's typical garb, the boy with jeans and sweater, the girl with leggings and a sweater-dress.
"Hi guys!" she greeted the camera now with a cheerful smile, "Welcome to our first installment of 'Venn-Ass'! I'm Amanda and my companion here-" she pointed at the boy, "-is my boyfriend Johnny!"
"Hey there, whazzup?" the boy garbled and Amanda grinned.
"He's normally a bit more talkative, probably stage-fright or such, anyway-" she had to stop for a moment because she had to evade a playful blow on her shoulder "-both of us are big fans of the old
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
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
TMNT 2012 Chapter 15: Where to Go, Where to HideChapter 15: Where to Go, Where to Hide
Smoke billowed from the pile of rubble. Lotus made it to the pile first and began to dig. Soon Nia, Mona, and April began to dig as well. Nia stopped and stood as she used her telekinesis to start to move larger pieces of debris.
Splinter ran up, “Please we must leave! The police will be here soon!”
April stopped and turned to him, “If we leave the guys here, if they are alive, they'll be caught and caged Sensei! We have to try and find them!”
Nia swayed as sweat dripped down her face. Mona, April, and Lotus continued to tear rocks away from the smoking heap. As the pieces of rubble began to fall away two broken walls had fallen and made a tent like point. Nia tried to move these pieces but they wouldn't budge, even with her ability.
“Guys get the rocks out of the way from those two pieces there,” Nia ordered pointing.
Mona, Lotus, and April complied and clawed through the rocks. Lotus climbed up and started to
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
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