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Cursed

Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.

He only had one problem: He was cursed.

At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to happened to have had a bad day.

Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.

That was until his thirteenth birthday.

The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched hi

Tsundere!Reader X America - My Hero...

Tsundere!Reader X America - My Hero...

It was just a regular day at the world meeting, France and England fighting with each other, Germany trying to get everything in order, America ranting about how he's the hero and how everyone should listen to him. You found it a bit cute. Yes, you did have a crush on the loud, annoying American. You were so busy staring at America thinking about things, in your own world, you didn't notice Canada, your best friend along with America, tapping you on the shoulder. You were finally snapped back into reality by the Canadian waving his gloved hand in front of your face.

"(f/n)?" He said in his quiet voice

ReaderXEngland I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good

Witch!Reader X Wizard!England - I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good

You and your two friends were talking in the Gryffindor common room late at night. All of the other Gryffindors had gone to their dorm rooms, and fallen asleep. You were playing Wizard's Chess with one of your friends Francis, while your other friend Tino watched you two while petting his white puppy Hanatamago.

"So, (f/c) do you still 'ave zee Marauder's map?" Francis asked you. You nodded, "Yeah, why?" You asked. "I've seen zat Black Sheep of Europe from Slyzerin sneaking around zee corridors-" Francis started to say but Tino stopped him mid sentence, "While you were doin

Child NorwayXReader

Child NorwayXReader
(Before you start reading....
Takk: Thanks/Thank you
Hva: What
Havfor: why
Ja: Yes
Nei: No
Mor: Mother/mom
Natta: Night
Jeg elsker deg: I love you
så søt: so cute )

You were a young girl who lived in one of the small villages in the Norsk country, you had to work around outside in the cold most of your day's. One day while you were working you stumbled over something in your field "whoa!" you fall on your knee's " the hell was-" you look over and see a small boy "hmm?!" you scamper to turn around and look closely at the boy. "Little boy?" you softly touch his shoulder, he grumbles a bit and curls up more. Yo

Leg Hair-Jake x Reader You were sitting next to Jake,who was reading a book about the Amazon,and you were staring at his leg hair.'Why are his legs so hairy?'You thought.You reached your hands towards his legs and started petting his legs.They were so soft!It felt like kitten fur.Jake shifted his legs out of reach.
"(Name),stop that."He said.You did and you flopped back into the couch.
"Hey Jake?"You said.
"Hm,"He replied.
"Why don't you shave your legs?I mean,I have nothing against them it's just that they're so soft.Like kitten fur.Do you shampoo your leg hair?"You asked.He put down his book and opened his mouth.Then he closed it.He did that several times.

Seastars Shine - Mermaid Transformation

The sea, as anyone will tell you, is a place of mystery. Of change, charm, and challenges. Change: the magnificent way in which the water's workings astound us. Charm: the way the creatures of the deep can make us smile, then lurch back in terror. And Challenge: the difficulty in exploring it all, or even attempting to. To the people of the Candlelit Coast, the seastars were all three. Like a veil of glitter across the ocean water, the seastars were countless lights, shimmering upon the surface, bright enough to rival the stars of the sky. A yearly phenomenon, and to understand it was a Challenge, certainly, and its Charm went without saying.

Hero"Your son wants to be a dragon slayer!"
Behind the closed door, at his favorite eavesdropping spot, Caleb shuddered. It was always bad when his mother referred to him as his father's son, even worse when she felt she needed to inform his father about it.
"Well, what are you going to do about that, John?" she went on, and Caleb could picture her frowning just by the sound of her voice.
"I'm going to disinherit him," his father said evenly. "You hear that, Caleb? Open that door and listen to this properly: if you run off to be a dragon slayer, I'm going disinherit you."
***
Caleb's destiny had been decided before he was born. The eldest son of a highly reputable brick-maker, he'd naturally grow into his father's trade, learn how to make bricks that would not crack open in the kiln and wouldn't break under the weight of three-stories worth of bricks layered on top of them, and eventually he'd inherit his father's kiln, tools, helpers and customers. There were people far worse

Warmth In Winter(Warning, contains dragon vore)

An arrow struck the gap in the stone brick wall, narrowly missing the one it was intended to impale.

Septen moved back, crouched behind the large wooden support in the castle's entryway, reaching for an arrow of his own.

It seemed that others interested in retrieving the artifact said to be kept in this place had already done him the favor of incapacitating one another, if a little too thoroughly.

"Atlas, anytime you're ready!" Septen called out.
He had hired a guide to lead him here and fight alongside him; for this particular situation, the crow had gone in search of a vantage point to snipe out the team

Awoken Rythian had thought that he’d hit his lowest point when he and Zoey had been separated after he had yelled at her. The enderborn had paced the marble floors like a caged animal, slowly becoming more ghostlike with every passing day. He had been a plant without the sun, and the darkness had been made more sinister by the fact that he had known warmth and light. He had thought that it could never be worse than it had been back then.

He was wrong, this was so much worse.

“ZOEY!!!!!!” his voice was breaking as he screamed out for her, his violet eyes searching frantically among the ruins of what had been their h

Papa's Little Helper

Papa was never home, and he had not been home for the past seventeen years of my life. I know I shouldn’t think of him as a bad man, a good for nothing man, or anything negative about him because of how mom brought me up, but I can’t help but feel resentful about his treatment towards us. Towards me, actually, because he gets along with mom greatly.

I hardly thought of Papa now that I was a teenager, it was trouble in my younger years, but I now understood. It wasn’t because I was older that I understood, it was because mom had explained to me why Papa was never around. He couldn’t be around not because he wanted to b

Snakeskin Bracelet [Naga TF]Noah came home happy that day. He just had a long day with his girlfriend, after she came back from a month-long trip to Cambodia. It was an exciting day, but he was grateful for rest at the end of it all.
As he sat down, he felt a small box in his back pocket press against his butt. Yelping from pain, he jumped up. He reached into the pocket and took the box out. The box was a gift from her, but he haven't yet seen what was inside. Lifting the lid, he found a small snakeskin bracelet, dyed a deep blue. This bracelet looked really old and tribal. It had threads of yarn dangling from it, each end with a colored bead.
'Probably used for snake worshiping', he thought. His girlfriend did share a lot about Cambodian history during the time she was away.
He unclasped the bracelet, and put it on. It fitted on quite nicely, and Noah was pleased with it.
'Time to go shower then'. He got up from the sofa he was sitting on.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly lost control of his legs, and fell

Goofing AroundTommy and one of his good friends Jasmine were bored one day. They had nothing to do, no place to go. The ultimate boredom of there lives. Sure they could go outside but its summer and hot as hell where they live. They'd end up getting nasty sunburn even if they went out with sunscreen. So decided to stay in and flip the t.v. channels.

"So bored." Tommy said flipping past nickelodeon to another network.

"I know right, wish we could have some fun you know but it just to dam hot outside." Jasmine pouted in her chair crossing her arms moving her long soft brown hair from her eyes.

"Yeah." Tommy said scratching his spiky blonde hair. "So bored

Rescue from a Life of Pain (Request) It was a fresh new day in the forest. The sun was just beginning to peek over the edge of the horizon. Its light bathed the world in a cheerful yellow glow. However, not many Pokemon had stirred to see it, as it was still so early. Chances were, they were still sequestered in their dens, snoozing away. The time would soon come for them to awaken and begin the day. Unfortunately, not all of them would live to return to their homes at the end of the day, as was the course of nature. Nevertheless, the sight of such a wonderful day approaching held much promise.

Despite the hour, there was a Pokemon about who was not asleep. In fact, h

Take Me Home: A Worthy Gamble 3Take Me Home: A Worthy Gamble 3

Eva's mind was going a mile a minute. Could she have been any stupider? Reaching out to touch Mike, he probably thought that she was trying to pet him. "Stupid," she groaned, walking into the 24 hour convenience store. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she went on, smacking her forehead. She wouldn't have surprised if he made a break for it while she was gone. She wouldn't have blamed him either; she was making mistakes all over the place.

It took a good ten minutes of scrubbing or so, but soon Mike had his hair significantly less greasy, as well as the rest of him smelling less like the inside of an old cigar. "Wel

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~Ask-us-E Nov 4, 2012

Awe....

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~Chastawildheart Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

;w;

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*JasperLizard Nov 4, 2012

Aw, poor Copperberry

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~Chastawildheart Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Yeah

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~MynameisDragon Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Is this a new comic that you are gonna do? :3

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~Chastawildheart Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

No its just a mini story. Did the words not show up?

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~MynameisDragon Nov 10, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

no

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~Chastawildheart Nov 10, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

D:

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