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Elqui alien raceScientific name: Elqui (pronounced: L-quy)
Commonly referred to as: Stubs
Planet of origin: Quiddul
Common ancestor: Reptile
Average height: 5'1 - 5'7
Average scale colors; Green, dark tan and black
Average eye color: Purple
Physical description: They appear to be an over grown iguana, the size of a human being, that walk and stand like human beings
Preferred form of government: Organized tribes
Facts and theories: Recently, the home planet of the Elqui, Quiddul, was invaded by the Collians as the Collians mean to show that they are a powerful race by forcing the Elqui into their planet to mine it for the Collian State.
Important beliefs: A common belief among the tribes is that their people should remain peaceful among their people and others for as long as possible.
The habits of these beings: Elqui try to avoid all forms of fighting and are rather inexperienced with any weapons. This is a possible reason as to why the Collian State was able to overpower them in a rather short time o
Collian raceScientific name: Collians
Commonly referred to as: Sky Strikers, or Ghost shells
Planet of origin: Collithia
Common ancestor: Humans
Average height: 5'10 to 6'1
Average hair colors; Black, white, grey
Average eye color: Black
Physical description: Collians have thick sharp bones that protrude out of their finger tips and are usually very sharp (most manicure to get the perfect edge). They lack a nose, but bare two open, boney, holes for breathing. They lack skin around their noses and mouths, exposing their gums, teeth and mussel.
Preferred form of government: Totalitarian state led by a collection of governors and a leader with absolute power, the states man
Facts and theories: Collians first appeared on the planet Collithia. Most believe then to be a descendant of the Human race, thinking that the planet simply mutated their Human ancestors over a sort period of time.
Important beliefs: Collians are well known for their strange beliefs and traditions found through their peoples land.
Wade Paris (the sepratist ruler)File name: Wade Paris
DOB: 20 June, 2095
Species: Human, Caucasian
Eye color: Blue
Hair color/style: Brown, straight
Height: 5ft 11in
- Blue button up shirt w/brown tie
- Brown trousers
- Black dress shoes
- Silver tie clip
- Y shaped braces (1)
- Black over coat w/yellow belt
Back story: Widely known as the bastard price of Queen Mary Blackburn, Wade Paris is the second son of Queen Blackburn and currently the only possible heir to the throne of the Confederacy. Wade's mother had an affair with her husband resulting in two heirs, the twins: Wade and his brother Dale. Dale died after three after birth due to deformity in the brain. Wade grew up thinking he would be the next king until finding out that his parents never maried, excluding him from imediatly ruling after his mother's death. Wade lived with his mother in secricy until eight when the queens husband discovered him and banished him. Wade was force out of the space stati
Grians that we forgot Chapter 1(This story is a spin off of the 'We are the anthropomorphics' series in my a gallery. If you have not read the prolog of that series, I suggest you leave right now. Other wise, you won't know whats going on.)
This story contains scenes that some viewers may find disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised.
"Alright, you worms!" the Sargent called to his troops "Get your asses out that door and in line!" two large steal doors, no higher then seven feet, slid to the side to let the hot sun light of outside fill the inside of the ship's cargo hold . Then they marched out. One by one the troops marched out of the ship and on to the landing docks burning hot sand. The Sargent stepped in front of the troops as the then halted in line. sixteen men stood in line, front to back like brothers in arms. The Sargent step up to the front of the line and did and about face (1), looking at his troops. The Sargent wore a bandanna over his mouth and goggle that protruded forwar
DuelyClaimed name - Duely (DO-lee)
Closest Earth relative - wolves
Fur color - orange with tan stripes
Biological defenses - two extra set of incisors, increased speed and strength compared to normal anthro, think claws on feet
Habitat - Desert, waste lands
Females - The female Duely only have fur on their torso, tail and head. Most female Duely dress in attire similar to the Egyptian kalasiris (1) but in two pieces. One piece to cover their hips down and one piece to cover their breasts and neck. The two piece attire is so they can wear clothing easier if pregnant. Other wise, the female Duely will wrap her waist, arms, hands and face to protect themselves from the suns of their planet.
Males - The male Duely only have fur on their appendages and tail, opposed to the females. The male Duely usually wrap their feet in cloths in a form of a thick "boot" ending at their knees. Do to the male duties, varying from village, males wear long tan or brown robes and gloves, as well as cloth wrapping
Danial HathsAlias: Danial Haths
Also know as: "Jack boot"
Species: Human, Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue?
Hair Color: ---
POB: United States
Affiliation: Blue coats terrorist organization
-black leather gloves
-blue ACU coat with a confederate flag insignia on left shoulder and smiley face insignia on right shoulder
-brown BDU pants
-green jungle boots [possibly from the Vietnam war era]
-black aviator glasses
-OD green M40 field cap
-black web belt w/khaki utility pouch, assorted pouches, and black SS cross belt
Behind the mask of this individual is the face of a young man with a troubled life, says most people who read of him. Danial Haths joined the BC's some time in 2013, as when he started to appear in multiple crimes against his nation. While no one knows who he is (excluding his team mates), it is known that he has a strong feeling of hate against the UN, as he has a tenancy to write the letters UN and put an X
.: Reader x Sollux: Hack Wars (Masterpost) :."Must...
You muttered to yourself as you sat up in bed, groggily. Your hair was ruffled and you could personally care less.Though the fact was true, there was one thing you did care about. What day of week it was. You had a natural setting in your mind to wake yourself up around when you set your alarm clock to go off. Wait- your alarm clock didn't go off. What time was it? 7:05 A.M, February 25th, 2013. School canceled due to unexpected snow storm. Your digital calendar read.
You stood up and yawned, a small smile stretching across your face. No school today. Sweet. Just to be sure, you peeked out your window and surely enough, snow was everywhere. You hope your cat is okay...Yeah, you let her in last night. With another yawn, you shuffled over to your laptop and cracked it open.
Password wrong; attempts until auto-shutdown: 2
You stared at your screen; it took you a good five seconds to realize what
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
Ben Tennyson VS Avatar Korra The Battle
Kra: “The scenario has been made, the fighters are set, and it’s time to see which gritty kids show hero is more powerful."
Natalia: “It’s time to settle this debate once and for all. Avatar VS Omnitrix. Aliens VS Elements.”
Both: “It’s time for a Death Battle!”
Kra: “And remember folks; you can only watch this, ONLINE!”
Natalia: “Was that a shot at Nickelodeon? Kra, I’m proud of you!”
Republic City, Pro-Bending Arena
High above the churning crowds, an airship’s loudspeakers echoed an orchestra of brass music that carried throughout the arena.
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble: War
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcoooooooooooooooooooooooooome back Spectators! I’m your very own Pro-bending host, Shiro Shinobi, with continued coverage of the Nick VS CN contest of champions!”
The Dance Team pt. 3The next morning, Marisa woke up first, and she didn't waste any time before she began planning. She was good with plans, she always had been, and the one in her head was one of her best yet.
She buzzed around the apartment, trying to be quiet, stepping as lightly as her 280 pound body could manage, setting things in place, making phone calls, knowing full well it might all be for nothing. Gwen was crucial to all this, and when she woke up, Marisa asked immediately, hoping for a specific answer, "You still up for it?"
Gwen sat quiet for a second, and Marisa's anxiety rose, but when she answered, it was with a submissive shrug and an unenthused, "Yeah, what the hell, let's do it."
Marisa held her excitement to a slight grin, "Breakfast?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Marisa half-laughed, "Kinda, a little, yeah. Breakfast means heading out, and you, uh, don't look ready."
Gwen looked down at herself, and saw a mess. She looked a slob, staring down at the soft, exposed mass of her once-fit f
England x reader : KingI do not own hetalia or you~
The song is King by Lauren Aquilina
16 years old
I sat quietly right outside England's bedroom. I could hear him quietly crying. I felt my heart ache knowing that he still missed America. I know I'm not a strong nation like America...but I'm trying...I'm the nation of (c/n). I sighed and looked at the guitar next to me. I had written the song for England...hoping it would make him feel better. I stood and took a deep breath and stood. I left my guitar in the hallway and pushed open the door. England was sitting with his back to the door looking out the window. "England..." I said softly looking at his blonde messy hair. "(C/n)....come here love." He said. His voice cracked ever so slightly. I walked over and sat next to him. "You know...i never thought he would leave me...but he did...and now that I have you...all I'm expecting is for you do leave me." I looked at the side of his face. I watched a tear roll down it. "England..." I whispered. I lo
D is for DisintegrationI’ve always prided myself on being self-sufficient. I wanted to live off the grid- use solar energy for power and grow all my own food. When I accomplished this it was my finest hour. It had been hard, much harder than I anticipated but I did it. I had land which I farmed, a home built from sustainable materials, I was alone but happy- so busy that I didn’t have time to feel lonely. I felt an incredible sense of achievement for escaping the life most people led.
I thought most humans were greedy and gluttonous, so lazy in an age of technology that spurred nothing but anti-social behavior and a blatant disregard for our planet. I believe it was that disregard which brings us where we are today. I lived on my farm for less than a year when the earth was done with being robbed of its fossil fuels and had begun its disintegration.
It started with natural disasters. A host of seismic activity shook the world. Earthquakes ripped apart fault lines and great chasms were formed that
[Human!HungaryX Dead!ReaderX Human!Prussia] Reboot
A room the darkness has come to love.
A witch so hauntingly then appears.
She greets me only to turn then say goodbye.
The time the seasons began to freeze.
The days that never pass would pile up as snow.
I think about it all of the time.
The sun shone brightly on (town/city name), with hardly a single cloud in the sky. You were content with happily enjoying some ice cream with your friends Elizaveta and Gilbert. They often teased each other and you would sit back and watch, often video taping it on your cellphone. The happy days of summer vacation. You never wanted it to end!
You all did what you normally did- played pranks on neighbors and strangers, annoyed Roderich a little, and somehow even convinced your parents to let you spend the night at Elizaveta's (though, you didn't tell them Gilbert was coming, but that's just a minor detail~). That night, you all talked and laughed and played games in the dark.
"Hey, guys!" You got their attention, snapping your fingers in the mi
The Dance Team pt. 4Eight weeks is what it took.
They spent a full two months of preparing, working, lazing, growing, strengthening, and the effort had paid off.
They were in Marisa's apartment that day, they were less than modest, and their 'hard work' was clear to see.
There was food all around the room, but in a strange turn of events, neither woman was indulging. Gwen was in the couch, soft fabric stretchy shorts and no bra, deep in thought, and of the pair, she was the most clearly affected by the month and a half of training. Her gain had never been fast before, she'd had a slow, gradual, but continuous expansion for years, but the past few weeks, under the Marisa's mentorship, she'd positively exploded outward. She'd gained twenty pounds a month, two months in a row, and none of this new weight was muscle. Her bottom-heavy hourglass figure was more evident than ever, her genetics somehow holding it together in the face of her gain, but these days, the hourglass looked large enough to house ev
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
Random facts about the WATA universe Fact: Since the beginning of the anthro-human conflict, leather has become significantly more common and affordable to all civilians and soldiers. With the constant deaths of anthropomorphic soldiers, certain companies send teams to battle fields to retrieve corpses of; wolves, hyenas, foxes and others who are left diseased. Officers in the Earth Corp who are seen with leather coats, gloves, boots, bags, belts, etc are most likely wearing the skin of a long dead enemy.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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