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The Angel who dared to loveIn the hopeful morning of the world, when all things were new-made, the Lord looked down upon His Creation – and lo! – it teemed with life. And He summoned one of his angels and spake to him out of the great winds of the air.
Go thou forth and teach My children so they shall know My Law and abide by it that their days in the Earth which I have given them be long.
And the angel bowed before his God and went forth among the children of men that they might learn. And he was glad, for they seemed to him fair, as having the outward form of their Creator and they were willing to hear and to learn and he had much to teach. And they prospered and their numbers grew and all the things of the Earth were theirs. But soon mankind grew proud and covetous and strife arose among them.
And the angel returned to the Presence and was greatly perplexed.
Lord, Thou hast given Thy children all the Earth – and yet it is not enough. Tell me, O Father, how I may teach them to love Thee
YOU'RE A SQUID NOW. [Inkling TG/TF]
“Crap! My soaker is jammed!” Tim Cameron lamented as he tried to clear an oatmeal jam in an old Super Soaker CPS 2500 that he had since childhood. “I told you that using the Nickelodeon slime recipe was a bad idea, Scott.” A quick look inside of the loading tank confirmed the worst fear: the oatmeal component of the orange ‘slime’ had settled in. “If we start now, then we MIGHT be able to have these tanks cleared before the actual game comes out.”
Scott Cousteau, no relations to the French oceanographer, shook his CPS Splashzooka in similar frustration. “The chemistry for this mixture is completely sound.” Scott, a major in chemistry, didn’t want to admit that a small miscalculation on his part took an already absurd plan and made it even worse. “Give me a few minutes to fiddle with the dilution of the ink.” Tim tossed over his super soaker quite aggressively. “Look, I know that we’re already runn
Corporate Over-Sight: A Tracer/Lena Oxton TG/TF
Jeffrey Kaplan, vice president of Blizzard Entertainment and director of Overwatch, had a serious problem. His position to assert his creative control over the project had generated controversy. He had acted to remove an element of the game entirely based on one comment from the forums. The atmosphere around the office was quiet that morning since the CEO and President of the parent company, Robert Kotick, was reportedly on his way to ‘solve’ the issue. The code monkeys handling inserting meme-centric cosmetic skins hid in their cubicles in hopes that they wouldn’t be cut like the employees in the ‘underperforming’ studios. Even Jeff went out of his way to lock the door to his office in the corner of the main ‘productivity’ floor. He had requested for IT to temporarily disable his internet and phone line until ‘the internet stopped being mad at him’. However, the best laid plans of mice and men are nothing compared to the power of t
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
Rochelle Transformation (Planes TF/TG)
Caleb was visiting an air race with his school when his group had decided to take a tour of the plane hangars. The students chattered and walked around the hangar while the engines of the racers roared overhead. Caleb watched in fascination as the planes banked and turned around the checkpoints, ignoring the rest of his group as they returned to the bleachers. As the racers flew off, his attention was drawn back to the ground where he realized that he was now alone in the hangar. He began to jog back towards the group, only noticing the oil puddle in the center of the hangar after it was too late. He slipped in it and landed face down in the puddle, barely catching himself before his head hit the concrete. With his chest now covered in oil, he attempted to push himself up, but he quickly realized that his arms were growing immobile.
As panic began to set it, he felt a wave pass through his mind, like the whole world had just shifted. He looked back at his arm
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
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.
Lunacy: Becoming a WerewolfBy the time we managed to pull out of the little cabin that Krissie’s parents lived in, the sun was pretty much gone. I couldn’t really tell if it had set yet- spring was always the middle ground of sunset, not too early but not late- due to both the woods of northern Minnesota, and the overcast sky. By the time I turned our little Impala sedan on the highway south towards Minneapolis, it was starting to rain.
I kept down a sigh as I turned on the windshield wipers, only to see an empty road.
“We could have just spent the night, you know,” Krissie said from the passenger seat. “Mom and Dad always love having guests.”
I huffed. “Don’t worry, it’s just some rain. Besides, there’s some stuff I had planned when we get back… Not to mention, your dad was getting a little hard to deal with.”
“Oh, Martin,” she sighed. “I know you guys don’t see eye to eye, but you don’
Cool Cat TGs the Kids: [Peridot TG/TF/MC]
Cool Cat garnered quite a fair bit of attention for his recent deeds. He stopped a bully from bringing a gun onto school campus, won $100 from a writing contest and won class presidency! Everyone loves Cool Cat and Cool Cat loves everyone!
“I’m bored.” Cool Cat said aloud while staring at clouds in the backyard. Neither a nap nor exercises managed to overcome his melancholy. “How can I help the kids if I have already saved them? Butch is in jail and everyone is happy!” The existential dilemma tormented his very core. “But I’m not happy… Why?”
Daddy Derek opened the backdoor with unexpected guests. “Hey, Cool Cat! The police sent over someone to ask you to help!” One of the figures was an adult male with a slight beard and sunglasses. The other