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Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marco, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
The Metamorphosis To A Monster
Nikki Davidson was fuming mad, it had been one of the worst days in her fairly young life, she’d only been alive for 20 years and already she’d seen her father get killed in front of her eyes, she’d left the only true friend she had in her life, Auld for a position in Space Patrol Delta, where she was the Blue Ranger up until a few hours ago where Commander Cruger relieved her of her duties for, apparently, “breeching SPD regulations”.
The hypocrisy was that the day she was relieved of her duties, Nikki heard that a new B-Squad had entered the SPD, she’d heard rumours that they all had some sort of genetic ability, then it hit Nikki like a bolt of lightning, she was a normal human being, apparently being skilled at hand-to-hand combat and being able to use any gun or sabre she had at her disposal wasn’t enough because the new team all had special abilities, they even had a new Omega Ranger, all of this was making Nikki want to puke, she wasn
Honesty To A Dear Friend
“Auld, I know that this isn’t the most important thing at the moment but could we, possibly, move up in the world because we’ve been here ever since we split away from Gruumm and there’s not a damn thing to do here!” whines Nikki Davidson as the renegade ex-SPD blue ranger was practicing her kicks in the way that a karate student did with their master watching, even though Nikki and Auld were equals and best friends, the blue armoured alien was always keen to drill his mentally unstable human best friend, and he wanted Nikki to put him through drills, as far as the two were concerned, they trained together, travelled together and tried to destroy SPD together.
The two mercenaries had been hiding out in a warehouse on the outskirts of New Tech City and the two had turned the wide-open warehouse into a sort of Headquaters for them, with Auld setting up a whole host of technology that would put Dr. Kat Manx, one of Nikki’s former friends in SPD, to sham
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 39When considering costumes, do your best to keep black (or very dark grey) as one of the accent colors.
60 For 60: The Naval TreatyA/N: ...it seemed rather a piquant thing to us to chevy him about the playground and hit him over the shins with a wicket.
“I believe you used to play cricket with Percy,” said Miss Harrison as we strolled round the grounds.
I recalled stumps wielded on youthful shins and smiled weakly.
“Perhaps a friendly game with me?” she said.
It took two weeks to recover from my injuries. Miss Harrison turned out to be adept at what was later known as the googly.
CHR 103 - Assignment Three “You've all made your mockups, save for two, and today you're going to bind it to yourself and make your first two storage compartments, all at once. Once you've made those compartments, which may make a try or so, you'll move the spell on the clock hand to your own enhancer."
Darvenel was probably the only student residing in OtherWorlde who did not conduct magic.
He never really cared for it. He lived his life without it, and sorcery only proved to be a hassle. He’s drank wrong potions, been fired on, had a spell cast on him, even been cursed once. Magic, in his world, existed only to stop him from running. He ran his life on his legs, and he fought with his fists. Even when he confirmed that magic was a true feat, he still tried to avoid it as soon as possible.
So when the professor told them to transfer a spell from a clock hand to his own, Darvenel nearly fell out of his chair.
Despite his unnatural condition, Darvenel regarded himself with the abilit
Temptation, temptation'Do you love me?' she asked him for the umpteenth time.
'Completely.' he answered, 'But don't ask me again; I might be tempted to say no.'
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