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Idon'tknowwhatthisisInvisible, unwanted, unneeded.
A blank space in the wall means more.
Ignored, rejected, superfluous.
Better results from melting ice.
Taken in, acknowledged, and then rejected; pushed away.
Did it ever actually mean anything?
Only let in after having asked to be allowed.
No volunteering to be done at other hands.
Pumpkin Nog RecipePumpkin Nog Presumably makes 3-6 servings
1 can (14 oz) Sweetened Condensed Milk
14 oz Water
1 can (15 oz) Pumpkin
1/4 tsp Cinnamon
1/2 tsp Vanilla Extract
Cocoa Powder (to taste- maybe as much as a 1/2 cup?)
Pour the can of sweetened condensed milk into a pot. Stir in the water (my suggestion, take the can that is now empty and fill it with water and that gets you what you need, and loosens up the sneaky last bits of the stuff to come out of the can). Set the stove to Low, Med-Low heat, and stir until it looks like normal milk. Add 1/4 Teaspoon of Cinnamon, 1/2 Teaspoon of Vanilla, and Cocoa powder to taste. Stir them in for a couple of minutes, and then add the can of Pumpkin paste. Yes, the whole can. Stir it in about a spoonful at a time, until you don't see the chunks of it in the liquid, and when all ingredients are stirred in, give it.. another three to five minutes, maybe longer, to heat up.
Back up v1 p7"Part of me wants to say we should just go straight to this tower, and part of me thinks we would fare better if we stopped by a few more villages and poked around for more details. A little more information wouldn't hurt anyone, even if we only get told more and more about the same things," Layton sighed, sitting on his horse as they headed South.
"Well, we may have to stop by a few villages on the way, to restore our supplies," Malcom nodded, "But I don't see any reason why we can't take the longer route to the Tower. Maybe we'll learn another way to avoid going mad thanks to it."
"The hard part is going to be finding someone with a boat that will go there," Kerrick grumped, "There aren't enough shards to pass out to everyone on a boat, and there's no way I'm going to suggest a crew go there unprotected. I'm thoughtless, but not evil."
"Then we work up enough funds to buy a boat that only needs a crew of four, and learn how to navigate said boat." Tha
Back up v1 p6It truly does seem that his intentions are well-meaning," Wren as she'd allowed Kerrick to call her, mused, "How it is you humans lost the accounting of how the Enda ceased existing, I'm not sure I want to know," she stood from the chair she'd occupied during re-recounting, and began pacing, "By the accounts of the People's other than the humans, the Enda were peaceful. Not complete pacifists, but peaceful. They were matriarchal, and all positions of true, lasting power were in the hands of the women. Their last chieftan was a strong woman, the most aggressive they had had in a while, but as most of it came out in a protective streak regarding her son, no one ever bothered her for it. However, because she was also cursed with beauty as humans see it, she was an occasional target of suitors past the one that gave her her son. No one knows why she stopped after the one child, as he could not inherit her title, but she never bore anot
Back up v1 p5Malcom was snapped back out of the memories at the sound of Layton's laughter. His youngest brother was laughing a little at something ahead of them, which dragged Malcom's gaze to where he knew Kerrick had been- and still was. It was a bit of a surprise though, to see Kerrick, atop his horse, sitting stock-still with a poleaxed look on his face. The middle child occasionally reached out a gloved hand and pressed against an invisible wall that seemed to be present between two trees spaced roughly thirty or so feet apart. After a few seconds of watching, Malcom looked at Thaliss, and asked, "Any ideas what the cause of that may be?"
Thalis started to shake his head in the negative, and then blinked. He tapped the fingers of the hand holding the reins against his knee, and the other hand traced shapes in the air in a seemingly idle pattern. A heartbeat or three later, he looked at Layton and called over, "Layton, Kerrick,
Back up v1 p4"So, you heard of the Enda, that they had the secret of immortality, and that they're dead," Malcom ticked off points on his fingers, then looked at the King, "And want to know what did it and how?"
"To put it simply, that will suffice," was the response, accompanied by a nod, "Really, any information would be useful, especially as the Seer attached to the Castle swears that my family line will end with me, for all that I have two children through which another generation can be traced."
"Well there ~are~ traditions that state that the line isn't continued properly until there are two to count," Layton paused, "Ah, as in, when Nethes or Leira has a child, they will have continued the line, so will be actual links, rather than just ends."
"Ah," the King nodded, "That explains some possibilities, but my Seer swears that it is as though I never sired either child. And I don't doubt my wife, healers, and my own senses. These two are mine in every way that counts. And
Back up v1 p3They were working on an assignment given to them by their defensive magics teacher. The woman had wanted them to figure out the best three options in a number of situations, and they were to also come up with the reasons for those options, considering power available, and the actual events occurring. During the process of hashing out their opinions, one of the younger students, a first year, snuck into the library alcove and gently tapped Leira on the shoulder, handing over a scroll sealed with the seal of the King, and then leaving as quickly as she could.
With him only being able to think of one person who'd be getting something from the King, he yelped, "You're the princess?" Layton looked at his classmate in shock, his voice breaking at the word princess. It wasn't that he disbelieved her, though a corner of his mind said he should. After all, it wasn't terribly often someone said they were related to the King- and seemed to have any grai
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 4 (FINAL!)
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 4 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
You glanced around, eyeing the men around you, distrusting eye’s making contact with theirs.
“ Full house.” Antonio eyed and placed his cars down.
“Ugh, Three of a kind….” Francis sighed.
“Hehe,” Gilbert moved his eyebrows up and down. “Four of a Kind…”
“Uh! No way!” Antonio cried and looked at the 4 Aces Gilbert placed on your dining room table.
“Looks like I von again!” Gilbert yelled happily.
“Not so fast mon ami, (Name) ‘as not yet put ‘er cards down and zhat smirk is saying somezhing.” Francis eyed you.
“As if she has somezhing zhat could beat zhing awesome me!” He said arrogantly.
“Oh really?” You began, arrogance taking over your voice, “Not even a Straight Flush?”
You placed your king, queen, jack, 10 and 9 of hearts down and smiled.
Tiny Lady (Loki x Baby!Reader)“I vow that everyone here shall suffer if someone does not remove this fiend from my person!” Loki growls as he tries to untangle your curious fingers from the silken edge of his pants.
Thor’s laughter is booming as he steps forward to pick you up and hold you in one of his large arms.
“Now brother, this tiny lady is no fiend,” Thor coos playfully, stretching out a single finger to tickle at your belly.
You laugh giddily, small fingers wrapping about his finger, a large grin on your face.
“Yes,” Sif says in that gentle baby voice everyone seems so keen on adopting when in the presence of an infant, “She’s a lady.”
Sif wiggles her finger over your stomach and you watch her silently before laughing and reaching out to take one of her fingers in your hand.
“Agreed!” Fandral throws in, sauntering over to peer down at your face.
You trill delightfully at the addition of third face, hands on a new mission as they stretch
Watch your step - Loki x Blind!OC
Watch your step - A Loki x Blind!OC drabble
Summary: Having lost her sight during the New York attack, a young girl deals with living in large city. Returning home one evening, she bumps into a stranger.
She was walking down the sidewalk, moving her walking stick in front of her to ensure that she wasn't going to bump into something or fall into a hole (not that it would be the first time it happened, anyways). She sighed lightly, feeling the chill evening breeze play in her hair. Pulling her jacket closer, suddenly her walking stick slipped, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. Listening closely, she tried to figure where it had fallen before she turned to the right, took a step and instead of bending down, she bumped into something.
Or...someone. From what she could sense, a tall person was standing right in front of her. She assumed she had bumped into their back because she felt movement as soon as she touched them as then she almost
Soldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - Survival
“For a long time we've been marching off to battle
In our thundering herd we feel a lot like cattle
Like the pounding beat our aching feet aren't easy to ignore
Hey, think of instead a girl worth fighting for” – Mulan
[f/n] was marching.
Left, right, left, right.
It was tedious, so repetitive and easy that she knew she could keep that pace with her hands tied and blindfolded. God, why she-
The girl tripped over a rock on the path. She nearly knocked Taylor down, who bumped into Braginsky. The Russian collided with Jones, which took the balance out of Kirkland, who smashed his nose into General Beilschmidt’s back. They all stopped for a moment, and then turned around, staring at her murderously.
If a pin was dropped on the forest ground right now, she guessed she’d hear it. The silence was not very comfortable either, now that she could feel everyone’s eyes on her.
“Sorry.” She squeaked before s
AtC: OverprotectiveThe familiar squeak of the hinge as you pushed open Rivaille's door made you smile as you entered, watching as your husband looked up from the window he was standing at. He glanced at you for a moment without greeting before turning back to whatever has captured his interest down in the courtyard below.
A playful smile danced on your lips as you strode over to where your husband stood, hands folded behind his back.
"I brought you lunch." You declared, setting a small basket of groceries down on the surface of his desk. Rivaille did not look up. You paused for a moment, observing him.
His brow was furrowed in an expression of frustration or mild anger, you weren't sure. His mouth was a taut line, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at the courtyard.
"What are you looking at?" You asked, though you already knew. You wandered over to the window, placing a small peck on Rivaille's cheek before gazing down into the courtyard.
A young lady, with dark feathery
By Sheer Chance (2P Romano x Seamstress!Reader)Everyone knew the name Lovino Vargas. If you didn’t that meant you were living a rock for the last few years. He was a famous fashion designer and some of his creations were seen all over the country, Europe, Asia, everywhere. He did what he did with pride and he was unisex and some of his creations cost almost nothing but some of his designs cost an arm, leg, and even spleen. Sometimes he would charity auctions, even a rumor that he once walked into a high school arts and crafts fair saw a that the drama and arts department were selling their costumes and other creations to keep the art programs open. He bought them out, gave them back and donated it all back within the same day. Everyone thought he was either genius or mad. There were other rumors too, that he was very difficult to work with. There’s was story where he made models run out of his studio in tears. One model regaled how she he told her that she wasn’t “It”. She was accepted everywhere and w
Throwing Punches (Thor x Reader One Shot)The punching bag swayed slightly as you battered it with a barrage of sloppy punches. You hadn’t spoken a word since the attack on New York, since you’d learned Coulson had died, and the Avengers were starting to worry. As a skilled tactician and a deadly martial artist, you’d been with the initiative from the start, a Shield agent paralleled only by Hawkeye and Black Widow.
You attacked the punching bag angrily and without proper form, ignoring the pain it caused your unwrapped wrists and fingers. There was only one person who could get through to you when you were like this and it just happened to be the very man you were grieving. Coulson had been the family you had never had, the friend you always wanted, and the mentor that you desperately needed.
The chains holding the bag up groaned as you landed a particularly forceful punch. You hated Fury for using his death as fuel for the fight. You hated Steve for not signing his trading cards before he died. You hated Lo
Cleaning and Sabotage Part 2 (Levi x Reader)“___, get back here!”
You giggle –or at least try to, in between huffs and gasps. “You’ll have to catch me first!” You shout back teasingly.
Levi doesn’t even bother to reply, but his pace quickens as he rapidly closes the distance between the two of you. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but you can see his eyes gleaming like a predator who’s found its prey, and his lips curled into a cold, calculating smile. You gulp, turning forward and pushing as much power as possible into your legs.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t keep this up forever. Your breath was coming out in heavy gasps now, and it felt like your lungs were going to explode. You could feel your muscles weakening, and your speed gradually slowing down. You figured you had at most a minute left before your legs would completely give out.
And judging by the threats streaming from behind you, you did not want to get caught by him.
Then, out of the corner of
Eyeless Jack X Reader pt.1
You turned off your alarm and got up to see what was today, Friday. You looked at the time and it was 6 A.M. in the morning and you had about 2 hours before school started. You went straight to the restroom to take a shower and other morning routines before you went back to your room to change into a (f/c) shirt, black jeans, (f/c) converse, and your (f/c) headphones. You finished changing and looked at the time and it 6:45 A.M. so you went downstairs to eat breakfast. You ate cereal and once you finished eating, you went straight back up to your room. You grabbed your brush and brushed your hair before you straighten your hair. After that, you grabbed your binder, backpack and your phone and looked at the time, it was 7:15 A.M. and you decided to walk to school right now.
You left your house and started walking down the street until a boy yelled your name behind you. "(Y/n)! Wait up!"
Fiery MeetingsOlcan was the sort to 'fess up when he was caught doing something. Most of the time. So when he was wandering towards a market stall to purchase things he needed for off hours living, and had his attention caught by a couple bemoaning their daughter's temper, he was a little surprised at himself for staying put as long as he did. And that he didn't immediately tell the father that yes, he'd been eavesdropping.
Eventually, though, he did admit it, and asked a fair few questions about the girl, her temper and the situations that led to it combusting. He'd never be quite sure what made the father calm down from righteous ire at his snooping, but the man had. And the ensuing conversation gave enough of a good impression that the man agreed to allow Olcan to meet the girl.
For his part, Olcan was just plain intrigued by her fiestiness. Growing up as he had, he was used to women with a bit more independence. With the first boss he'd had, he had gotte
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