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Fill meI am a hollow man
A flawed man
A lonely man
Yet I walk my life
Looking for someone to fill me
As I would fill you
Someone to depend upon
As you could depend upon me
But you are just wind
Untouchable and barely there
When I see you
You're already gone
As if you never were there at all
But I keep chasing my wind
Hoping she could fill me
For I am a hollow man
And have been all my life
To Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader) ~ PrologueTo Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader)
In the dead space between dimensions, the warlord, Thanos, stood silent, staring off into the void, caught up in his thoughts.
“Master Thanos…” Using his super speed, The Other approached his master from behind.
“What brings you to disturb my thoughts? Shall I assume it is of great importance…” He said, without turning to face The Other.
“My lord, we have discovered a being with powers that are nearly equal to that of the Tesseract. She can control all of nature, including the weather, plant life… The light… The darkness… As well as all the elements…”
His patience disintegrating, Thanos sharply turned to face The Other. “And your point is?”
“My lord… I believe if she fights for our cause… With her powers… We will take what is rightfully ours…”
With his eyes narrowing, Thanos spoke. “Did you not believe the same
Modern AU! Levi X Reader |Deception| Chp 2
Doll btt x reader part 9The dark room of felianciano is quiet like always with the exception of the fast and rhythmic tapping of his masters fingertips on the chair that faces the window.
"Hey idioto want-a know who I-a sense?"
"............" Feli stayed quiet knowing that the subject of "the traitor" was a sensitive one and he would usually get punished for even speaking about him but there is one thing he needed to ask
"What-a are you-a going to-a do"
"Scheiße" I would of said something to but my attention was glued to (y/n) friend who was wide eyed and had her mouth hanging open and it stayed that way as we all fell into a awkward silence
"Are yo-you going to burn us at the stake?" (they aren't very caught up with the time period)
Of course that dimwit Antonio had to ask a
Requiem for a Jedi
The conversation replayed in her head hundreds of times. Each line echoed in her montrals as if they were spoken from all around her. 'This is something I need to do on my own; without the Council and without you.'
'I trusted you! I stood by you!'
Ahsoka Tano never doubted that she did the right thing by walking away from the Jedi Order, but she couldn't stop thinking about everything she was leaving behind. She walked for hours contemplating every detail. It wasn't before too long that she realized how much of an impulsive decision she had made. Yes, she did the right thing, but she did so with no plans for the future. She didn't even know where to sleep. All she had was a few credits in the pouch on her belt. She had enough to probably get a cheap room for the night, but then what?
She had to trust in the Force to guide her. Ahsoka knew this journey wouldn't be an easy one. Before turning down one of the many crowded city walkways of Coruscant, Ahsoka turned to take
(Invader Zim) Qwiz pt. 14Like any other kid, Dib never got excited getting up early just to go to Skool for five days a week, but when he woke up today he was more than ready to step into his day clothes and to get packed. He made sure all his homework was done and ate two pieces of toast for breakfast, all the while humming a joyous yet tuneless tune. It annoyed his sister and she smacked a spoonful of cold, hard butter at his face. It bothered him none—he was very happy this cloudy morning.
Class started as it usually did. All the Skoolchildren packed into Ms. Bitters' classroom, chattering and throwing paper airplanes while they all waited for the teacher to make it to class before the tardy bell rang and the day would officially begin for all of them. When Dib came in, everyone was there except for Qwiz; her seat was still empty. He thought nothing of it. She was probably a bus rider, and bus riders usually didn't get there till five minutes before the bell would ring.
Dib set his stuff down and took
A new addition [pt.11 - ending]“ACHOO!!”
“G-g-g-gezundheit… oh, oh my… ACHOO!!”
“You two feeling any better?”
Rabbit and Hatchworth glowered at an obnoxiously happy Spine carrying Junior in one arm and a pot of vitamin soup in his other as he walked into the room. A little revenge. Served piping hot.
Rabbit sniffed hard as a long gloopy strand of oil dangled from her oxidised nose, “Sh-sh-shaddup.”
The Spine held back a haughty laugh and set the pot down at their feet before tucking the blankets back around his snotty siblings.
“You were warned that this would happen…”
“M-m-m-meh,” Rabbit huffed, puffing a small cloud of steam and pulled the blanket up over her ears as she pinned them back with a scowl.
“W-w-w-well it-it w-was that or-or we wouldn’t g-g-g-get J-Junior b-back,” Hatchworth shuddered.
“That is true. And I really can’t thank you guys enough… honestly.”
“You were r
(Invader Zim) Qwiz pt. 13Hands folded over her belly and eyes fixed on the circulating fan over her head, Qwiz laid on her bed in the cool blackness of her bedroom. The curtains of her barred windows were closed, just how her mother always nagged for them to be. The lights in her room were off and she was enveloped in the very darkness that bestowed her tranquility and peace of mind.
Day after day, her room was where Qwiz spent a majority of her time, on her bed, in the same exact position. Every day she'd come home from school and immediately hole up in this area of security. All she would do was stare at the ceiling and listen to the sound of outdoor activity just beyond the walls, all while settled within the darkness around her. Yes, it did get quite boring. However, Qwiz had the feeling that she wouldn't be a threat to anything or anyone if she closed up in here without budging a centimeter. This was her choice, no one else's.
Confusion concerning Dib's sincerity weighed her mind down. Qwiz didn't
Saban's Big Cute Insectborgs episode 5 final pt 4(Back with Gyro and Larry...)
The tire wheel: (zip to the left and Gyro turns left)
Gyro: This is one fast wheel.
Larry: (as he turn left fast, she is seen hanging onto the right motorcycle handle) Whoa!
(When he drove straight, she land back onto her driver seat)
Gyro: Note to self, install seatbelts.
(The seatbelts automatically fastened on her)
Larry: Thanks, Gyro. You're the best.
Gyro: Don't mention it.
(Then, the tire wheel is on the bridge)
Gyro: I have to follow it.
(Then, Gyro drove on the wall and went under the bridge so both he and Larry were upside down)
Larry: Whoa! Talking about dizziness!
Gyro: I don't even know how I'm gripping.
(Then, they made it to the train that ran on the tracks until the tire wheel hop over it instead of crashing through it)
Gyro: OH, COME ON!
(Then, he hop over the train too and both he with Larry and the tire wheel are headed into the lake)
Gyro: Hopefully, it stops there.
(Then, they all splashed into the lake)
(In the lake, the
Invasion - PrologueDust settled.
The world was reduced to a blur of greys and browns and reds as he was carried through the carnage. He was headed towards the camp that was built as a temporary structure, but had been his home for the last month. This was what 'safety' meant now - a mismatch of ragged tents and congregated iron; a patchwork of broken materials constructed by broken men. The air was choked with smoke from recent battle and burning bodies. The smell of burning and death irritated his senses, but he was barely conscious enough to notice it. Ash fell from the sky in steady drifts like snow, settling in his hair and on his face until he looked like a ghost - or maybe he already was a ghost? He could no longer tell, now that death was so close he could almost touch it.
His shirt was bloodied and shredded, and the arms that carried him were smeared with mud. He saw people look at him as they walked past, but he couldn’t place their names. His eyes could no longer pick out the details of h
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