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Demar's Story - Chapter 1The whole Chrysindile Clan was not of royalty. You could tell who was of royal blood and who was not by how they looked; it was like this in all clans. Demonwirks of royal blood were larger, and had more ‘stature’. All royal families had different stature, different bodily frames. The royalty in Chrysindile were tall and fit, with slender bodies; often times, they had darker ‘skin’ tone than the rest of the Demonwirks, but this wasn’t always the case.
King Hinghi – with a name meaning ‘Great’, given by his father, the former King – had skin that was smooth, like the shell of an insect, and was more of a dark, dark grey shade, bringing it to be partially lighter than most other Demonwirks’. He had hair that was a midnight blue – appearing black, but also evidently not – and went down his long neck, almost like that of a horse. Unlike most Demonwirks, royalty often wore clothing, and the King was no different. A long
Demar's Story - PrologueHave you ever heard of a Demonwirk? Have you ever seen one?
It’s not likely; but it’s quite possible that you have.
In the deep caves beneath the soil of the earth, their separate clans thrive, unbeknownst to any creatures above; any creatures whom aren’t their prey, that is (In this case, were you the ghost of their last dinner, I’m sure that you have in fact seen one for at least a short moment of their taunting, self-centered sneers that they caught you).
Of all the clans beneath us, there is one that is above all others – the name of the Chrysindile Clan was one that all creatures with knowledge of the Demonwirks existence would know and fear, for they are the highest of the clans. The rulers of the Demonwirks, whom at the snap of their sharp, sharp claws they could mend all clans into one deadly tribe. It was destined to happen, and it was well known. The world of Magics feared this day, and many of the wisest knew that it was coming soon; many
What a Name... (One-Shot)No one knew what his name meant.
All Demonwirk names had meaning… Dihnij meant ‘Loving’, just as Kahkei meant ‘Strong’. ‘Demar’ had no meaning; nothing that made sense.
The inscriptions on the wall told ‘Demar’ as many strange riddles.
‘Weak but heartless’.
‘Hatred without sentiment’.
‘Burning but flameless’.
‘Sin without reason’.
That was why he had received his name.
‘Sin without reason’.
A twisted leg meant weakness. A twisted leg at birth meant worse. A supposed heir to the Demonwirk clan born with a twisted leg had to be sin. And there was no reasoning as to why they were cursed with such a horrid sin. So he was forgotten. No wonder no one came looking for him. It was their fault that the humans had tainted him. Their fault. All their fault...
Demar stood over the bloody heap below him, still panting hard. His claws dripped with blood, but not the same blood th
ParaNorman One-Shot - Celebration“You’re a sourpuss, you know that?”
Ombre huffed, shaking his head. He was leaned against the doorframe, in his usual attire even though Sheera was wearing a longer dress than usual, which was strictly black. She wore black heels with it, different from her usual ones but still similar. Also, she wasn’t wearing her witch hat, for once. “I don’t like crowds. And, last time I checked, neither did you.” “C’mon!! I wanna give it a shot; besides, I wanna meet Normie’s little ‘girlfriend’.” Sheera teased the brunette even when he wasn’t there, and she almost wondered if he could sense it from his own home.
The town was celebrating the second year anniversary of when Norman had lifted Aggie’s dreaded curse on the town, by holding something similar to a festival in the center of town. There would be treats, souvenirs, dancing… And, of course, the whole town. Which meant a huge crowd of people in on
ParaNorman AU - Blind Sight - Prologue“What’s happening now?”
The familiar voice of Norman’s Grandmother rang through Norman’s ears, just above the screams and chomping noises in the direction of the television. Norman himself stayed in his spot just in front of the television, listening carefully for a moment before answering. “… The zombie’s… Eating her head?” he guessed. “You got it!” Grandma answered with a chuckle, continuing with her knitting from her spot on the couch. Norman let out his own chuckle, keeping his attention on the television’s sounds. “Norman…” he heard his dad groan out not too long after, along with the sound of the door to the kitchen squeaking open. “Didn’t I tell you to take out the garbage?” he wondered, his voice gruff and annoyed. “Yeah, coming dad!” Norman called back as he carefully got to his feet. He turned in the direction of the kitchen, which he had learned to
Ombre's Story - PrologueNever had there been a solar eclipse this dark before.
People on the streets of the small town carried around flashlights just to see in front of them, the streetlights barely making the town seem any brighter. Many people made up reasons for the darkness; that it was a punishment for something they had done, that it was an omen for something terrible to come… Of course, this happened to be the day that Sheila Nighthawk had her child.
Her husband, Charlie, was pacing outside of the bedroom impatiently. It was too dark out to drive, and rushing a woman who’s in the middle of having a baby to the hospital on foot isn’t exactly the best idea ever, so they had to do things the old-fashioned way and call someone over to deliver the baby at their own home. The man let out a long sigh of worry, running a hand through his light brown hair in an attempt to calm himself as he slowed to a stop, stealing a glance at the door once more. It had quieted down… Was it done? Wa
ParaNorman - Howling At The Moon - Chapter 7Lumarelle had suggested to everyone after the howl that they wait back at the hideout for the sun to come up, so someone wouldn’t see them change back to normal or anything. Norman, as worried as he was about Courtney or his parents finding out that he was gone, heeded her warning and stayed with the other werewolves for the remainder of the night. Once he saw sunlight leaking in from the entrance, however, he quickly bid farewell to everyone and rushed out. He hid in the trees for a short moment as he changed back to normal, slightly shocked that it didn’t hurt all that much. He hadn’t actually been awake while changing back before, and considering how much changing to his wolf form hurt, he was expecting a fair amount of pain for reverting as well. It still felt strange, of course. But he didn’t have time to ponder on this for long. He had to get back home. He rushed back as fast as he could, not actually all too shocked to see that he was a lot faster than he
ParaNorman - Alternate (Bad) EndingNorman Babcock didn’t know what to do. Here he was, at the town hall, protecting the same zombie puritans behind him that he had earlier thought were going to eat him – which, he recently learned, was in fact a mistake – from the angry mob that the town had created, everyone swinging torches and multiple household items that they were using as weapons around in the air, their angry screams completely droning out Norman’s protests. They didn’t understand… This was what the witch wanted.
“He’s in league with them!!”
“Let’s hang him!!”
“We can’t hang him, stupid! It’s the twenty-first century!”
“Then let’s BURN HIM!!”
Norman barely heard his mother yell at the crowd in annoyance (“Can you stop being a mob for just ONE MINUTE?!”) as he felt his fear bubble up. They couldn’t do this…! “Just listen to me!!” he begged desp
ParaNorman - Ghostly Universes - Chapter 3“This is bad… This can’t be happening…”
Ombre paced back and forth, biting his lip nervously, Demar and Courtney watching him with unimpressed expressions from the couch. Sheera was pacing as well, though Neil seemed to be handling the situation a little better. His panic and worry was clear as day on his face, but he had simply gone into a shocked silence, sitting next to Courtney and staring at the floor as he took in their newfound information the best he could. “You think it’s bad? Try living through it for three hundred years.” Demar groaned in response to Ombre’s rambling, his head lifting up slightly from where it had been resting on his clawed hand. “I can’t believe this… I-it’s just… Not like the Norman we know!!” Sheera exclaimed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm the oncoming headache she was getting. “It’s not like the Norman we knew eit
The Little Girl in the Yellow Nightgown GTChristoph let out a soft grunt as something tiny and warm pressed into his abdomen. Frowning with confusion, the young giant began to sit up in bed, careful not to lose focus on that little tiny feeling on his skin. Rubbing his dark facial scruff, Christoph reached with his other hand to flip the switch of the bed side lamp- he gasped as light flooded his tired eyes, and waited for his pupils to adapt…
The giant then gently removed his bed covers, and gazed down at his bare stomach and breathed out sharply.
The sight before him was astonishing- a girl, a tiny little thumbing of a girl lay shivering on his skin… She had dark long hair, the color of a panther's coat, and skin (much tanner and darker than Christoph's) which was as warm and brown as golden hot chocolate.. Christoph felt his eyebrows furrow as he thought, 'How in the universe has such a little morsel ended up here?"
Christoph was never fond of eating humans- squirmy, fatless little things… B
Embroidered 11 ( LevixReader AU)
You called Petra over after you had taken care of Levi and sent him to bed. She didn't waste time to make it over after you mentioned that Levi was already over your house. You opened your door to get the mail just as Petra rushed from her car to your porch.
"Oh thank goodness! I was afraid that I'd be stuck out here." Petra exclaimed removing her soaked hood from her head.
"How is he"?
"Well, he's sleep right now...I think. You know come to think of it, that little fucker is really quiet."
"[Name]! You didn't bother to check on him"!?
"Haha oh Petra calm down alright. I checked on him. Now get your butt in here it's cold dammit." You said to stepping aside so that she could get in. Light thunder crackled in the distance as Petra made her way into your family room and switched on your t.v.
"Hey [Name], would you like to watch t.v.? Oh sure Pet, here take the remote why don't you." You replied sarcastically.
"Aww, [Name], You shouldn'
Neither A Light, Nor A Heat - Part 1Cold wind whistled through the gorge that cut through the Ascarlin Mountains, sending a shiver through Lyne that rattled all the way down to the bone. Below, autumn colors were settling into the woods that surrounded the city of Negav. People were tending warm hearths, cooking dinner as the heat radiated out into the room and melted off the chill starting to settle in. Snow was rare in Felarya's only permanent human settlement, but that knowledge did little to make the winter rains less frigid.
Lyne pulled his cloak around him and hunched forward, trying to keep his hands from the iron barrel of his rifle, which refused to hold any heat. His shirt and pants were at least warm enough to keep the chill off of his wire-thin body, and the mop of loose, curly hair was thick enough to hold in what heat he managed to acquire.
"Liven up, son," said the driver next to him. He dug his elbow into Lyne's side, and about knocked the young man over. "You look like you're keeping a graveyard watch."
Marry Me! -Capitulo 2 - Parte 3Se encontraba refugiada a la fresca sombra de un enorme árbol, en el lugar citado la noche anterior, unas horas antes de la hora marcada. -¿Porqué había llegado tan temprano?-Se preguntaba a sí misma en voz alta.
-Porque la puesta de sol de hoy es muy hermosa y quería compartirla contigo.- Contestó una voz de tono varonil desde unas ramas arriba del árbol.
Alzo su vista, divisando al dueño de aquella voz tan seductoramente madura y dulce.-Eres demasiado cursi ¿No crees?- Sonrió burlonamente, sin poder notar la reacción del hombre que se encontraba sobre el árbol, pues éste llevaba una capa gris con el gorro puesto, por lo que este último escondía celosamente su rostro con la sombra que provocaba.
-Debes admitir que es una hermosa vista.- Insistió aquel hombre, haciendo caso omiso al comentario de la vampiresa.
-Sí, lo es…-Respondió la Reina Vampiro
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
Embroidered 12 ( LevixReader AU)
You, Petra and Levi had moved your little group project upstairs in the family loft. The storm had gotten even worse as time flew by. Working by nothing but the light of the candles and flashlights you were just about finished with your group project. All you had to do was print out the statistics and pie chart and you all were done but of course, the power is out and there's no telling when it's going to come back on again. Your laptop was the only source of entertainment but no one could agree on what movie to watch. And no one meaning You and Levi. So here the three of you were. Sprawled out on the floor in the loft staring into the sky light watching as the rain tapped violently against it and the lightning flashed. Normally, thunderstorms would put you to sleep but this is totally different. Your teeth began to ache due to the munchies you had gotten and your stomach cursed you out loudly for neglecting to fill it up. Levi and Petra both heard this and exchanged looks at ea
Myth City Role-Play: Part One
(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought. But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )
This was done between :iconShadowdancer172: and :iconJessica-Rae-3:. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.
Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.
One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.
When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this p
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Myth City Role-Play: Part Two
(I love the pic still! )
It wasn't until about a week later when Judy was sitting in her office that she got the phone call. She was chewing on some gum while filing down her nails since this was her break, but of course someone would call at that moment. She shouted at the other cubicles, "Phone call!"
No one responded.
She sucked her teeth and then answered the phone with a grumble, "Mythos Taxing Relief. This is Judy Sanders. How may I help you?"
Adair paused, sighed, and replied, in a slightly strained voice (it took a huge amount of effort to degrade himself this way), "I'm having a little trouble, paying bills." He took another breath. He supposed he'd have to tell her the reason, then... "My family has acquired a debt, and I don't have the money." He said shortly, irritation in his tone. He knew he was supposed to be 'polite' or something like that...but it was so difficult, when all he felt like doing was picking a good
ParaNorman - A Witch's Curse - Preview"Neil, we've been going around for hours. It was probably just you're imagination getting the best of you!"
"N-no I definitely saw something!"
Norman rolled his eyes, groaning in annoyance as he continued to follow Neil around the forest. He had called Norman up frantically, claiming to have seen something near the forest that looked like something the Witch would conjure up. Though Norman had a feeling it was just something he had done with his new-found powers by accident, he didn't bother suggesting that to him. After all, that would've involved telling Neil about having the Witch's powers, and right now Norman didn't feel safe telling anyone yet. Not even his parents knew about it. The only person that did know was Courtney, but that was only because she was there when he found out about it. She had promised not to tell anyone as well, and so far she had kept that promise, which surprised Norman a little. After all, his sister was into gossip, but he didn't bother putting too
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