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Loki : dance of deathAsgard, despite being a city of gods, wasn't used to witnessing any showy display of magic skills.
Magic, after all, was something that just women practiced: instead of wielding swords they drew runes, and everyone agreed that it was something that had to be kept in secret, to be a better and more lethal weapon when the occasion occurred.
But Loki was no woman, even if he mastered every secret of seid, the ancient art of sorcery.
Yes, he wasn't really eager to show off his skills either, but sometimes the mead he drank was sufficient to make him lose any self imposed restrain.
He didn't care being called an argr, an unmanly one, he didn't care about being called a witch those were probably the nicest among the appellatives he was usually given.
The few times it happened for him to be drunk and in the right mood during a feast, those times he was finally able to enjoy it, from those who usually scorned him to enjoy their admiration and it tasted so sweet, even if he fancied
The Raven PrinceYugi limped home from school late one afternoon. Ushio and his goons had ganged up on him again
Yugi winced as his leg complained underneath him, he didn't understand why they hated him so much. He hadn't done anything to them Yugi sniffed as he turned into the park, not wanting to go home to the empty house, Grandpa had passed away a few months ago, Yugi was being watched over by a guardian who would check in on him every other month. But that guardian was the Father of the bullies. Yugi was so lonely.
The woods were always calming for Yugi, especially now, even though he was in the middle of a large city the woods drowned out any sound and let Yugi be wherever he imagined to be.
Yugi hissed as he sat on a tree stump by a small pond, the pond had a mossed over statue of a frog sitting on a toadstool. It used to spray water from its grey mouth but no more, the pond often dried up in summer droughts, so there wasn't much life living in the waters.
Yugi looked into the water
Elliot, George, Leo and Alexander were starting a seance. They were huge paranormal buffs and loved learning everything about the supernatural so they arranged a sleepover at Elliot's house and started a seance.
Elliot leaned forward hastily.
"Listen guys if we mess this up, spirit's won't come ok?"
The rest of the group nod and the hold hands and chant and with that a bolt of light comes crashing onto the floor, the first spirit was summoned. The wait in silence for the spirit but then something much more strange happens to Elliot, his hair starts growing.
"Uhmm Elliot?" Alex said
Elliot touched his head and felt his hair growing abnormally fast.
"Guys whats going on!?"
Then he notices to big bulges growing on his chest suddenly two large breasts burst out his his pajama shirt.
The others back away slowly as Elliot's hips and thighs start to tear through his clothes as they widen. As Elliot screams the others notice that his screams get more and more high pitch
Takeo's PajamasTakeo's Pajamas-TG/AR/TF story
Contains: Age regression, Gender-change, Mental rewrite
The streetlight turned red and the arrow signal appeared, signaling the time for safe crossing. Tanya Richmond brushed a lock of long hair from her face as she removed the ear buds from her small ears and pocketed her portable player into the book bag that hung at her side, hefting her book bag and crossing to the other side. The tall limber girl crossed with long strides, a sway in her hips as she walked calmly to the other side of the street and reached for her ear buds yet again and resumed the song she paused before she crossed. She sighed contentedly as the music lifted her mind away from the stress factory that was known as High School. The book bag filled with textbooks thicker than her wiry but firm arm grounded her to reality and faintly reminded her of the studying she is to do this weekend in order to prepare for her final exams, but for now
Losing You"You are too funny, Jesus!" Alice laughed.
Jesus smiled and scooted closer to Alice. "What else do you want to talk about?"
"Well...I know this is totally weird and off topic, but I wanna talk to You about fears."
"Fears? Sure! Do you have any?"
Alice giggled. "You know, Jesus! Only You know; I may be scared of things that I don't even know exist!"
He smiled and said, "Yes, but I just want to hear you say it."
After she melted over how cute His smile was, she said, "You first. Do You have at least one fear?"
Jesus looked at her. His eyes reached deep in to her very soul and He said, "Yes."
Alice shuddered by the power in His voice.
"What are You afraid of, Jesus?" she asked gently.
His eyes never left hers and He simply replied;
One Word - Crowstiel fic Three times Crowley offered to help Castiel forget about the Winchesters and one time Castiel accepted.
"You're gonna tell me where to find the bloody Alpha whether you like it or not," Crowley said, "Really, kid, you might as well give it up now and spare yourself the agony." As he spoke, the former crossroads demon paced across the floor of his makeshift interrogation room. It pained him to see how dirty the once-white tiles had become, now stained with blood, and he narrowed his eyes at the silent werewolf. Even bound and starving, the monster refused to talk, staring blankly at the wall behind Crowley. "So, this is how it's gonna be."
Raising the silver knife in his hand, Crowley stepped forward. Just as the werewolf cringed away, the door to the chamber flung open and slammed against the wall with such force that Crowley paused for a split second before driving the blade into the werewolf's heart. Tied to a metal table a few feet away, another werewolf shut its
Go Away"Leave me alone."
"I can clean you up. I can protect you."
His child curled up in to a tighter ball.
"I don't know why You're still here." he barked.
Jesus opened His mouth, but there only escaped a soft groan.
"I can be your Shepherd. I can watch over you."
The child grew irritated.
"Look, just shut up already. I don't need anything, especially from You. Can't You get the hint?"
Jesus looked down and took one step towards His child of the night.
"I can hold you. I can heal you."
The child flinched.
"Stop...stop it..." the child whispers, fighting back tears. "Go away. Go away!!!"
Jesus jumped slightly from the tone in His child's voice. He watched as His child rose slowly, his legs battered. The child fell because of the anguish he felt in his legs.
"Please." Jesus said as He extended His hand towards the child.
The child didn't even look up. He crawled away from Jesus as fast as he could, only to hide behind a wall further from where Jesus was.
He wasn't giving up.
AppointmentsI'm a little early for the appointment. I'm supposed to meet someone after they finish with their engagement. The problem with arriving early is that some people don't take it well; and I don't like being hasty. Sometimes, I'd rather not have the meeting.
While I wait, the city moves around me. People pass me as they briskly walk to their destinations. They hardly pay any mind to their path; instead they are mesmerized by the cell phones and devices they carry. Some don't even notice when they nearly graze me. Anything could happen, and everyone is so hyper-focused on their own self, that they wouldn't notice.
Traffic clogs the streets in somewhat organized lines. Vehicles crawl, protesting with horns and shouting. Everyone is in their own world, even in the cars. A distant siren occasionally adds to the cacophony.
If I listen carefully, I can hear some noise at the end of the alley. They're a bit indistinct. I sigh as I realize I was much earlier than what I liked. The sounds stop sho
Bride of ChristThe chair was too stiff for me, but I dared not move.
Behind me, the shouts of hundreds demanded I be condemned. "Whore!" one of them cried, another "Liar and trickster!" The words stung, in part because they were true.
A gavel pounded down, barely silencing the angry crowd. I looked up only with my eyes, and saw Satan, beautiful with temptation and terrifying with sin, looking down upon me.
He smiled, and it was cruel. I knew my time had come. I could do nothing to save myself. What I had done could not be erased. I looked down at my hands, both resting lifelessly on my lap. They were covered with dirt and blood, the form of my sin made real on the hands of the one who committed them. They were heavy, and I could barely move under the weight of my sin.
Though I had no mirror, I knew I was bloodied and made dirty with every sin. Even my face