I'm not going to go into a whole schpeal about it right now, but I will say this:
This is NOT a good idea. At all.
And I thought Microsoft's new Xbox was the craziest thing I read today.
GuardDisclaimer: The Teen Titans animation is the property of Glen Murakami and Warner Bros. Animation.Guard by ~Arctimon
"You think that everything is fine, child?"
The cloaked girl looked up at the giant demon in front of her. "No...you can't be here."
"I can, and I am. You seem to think that you could escape me, dear Raven? Think again."
"Get out of my head!" She shot a large beam of black energy at the entity, but he deflected it with a wave of his hand.
"Silly girl. Your powers have gotten a bit more formidable, but they are nowhere near my level."
"I beat you once!" Raven's eyes grew dark with magic. "I can do it again!"
"Yes, but you had your friends with you then," the giant demon cackled. "How will they save you when you're all by your lonesome?"
He bent down to view the teen, who was now being dwarfed by his entire head. "Does it hurt to know that you will never truly escape who you are? I may n
And We Always WillDisclaimer: The Teen Titans animation is the property of Glen Murakami and Warner Bros. Animation.And We Always Will by ~Arctimon
The events depicted in this story do not represent actual events taking place after April 15th, 2013.
You know...because they're fictitious.
Starfire slunk further into the couch.
The faces and pictures from the events over the past few days scrolled across the screen like some horrible movie. Chaos. Suspicion. Turmoil. It seemed like a never-ending cycle sometimes.
"Sometimes" being far too often for a certain Tamaranian.
She wanted to turn the television off. To make all of the bad pictures go away.
But there was a saying on Earth that Cyborg had told her that was true even here: As horrific as some things were, there was no other option but to keep looking.
He had also mentioned something about a car accident, but that just flew over her head.
There was one clip that she had watched over and over
This Crazy Little Thing - Chapter 2Apparently, after I put this on FF.net last week, I forgot to put it on here. Whoopsie daisy.This Crazy Little Thing - Chapter 2 by ~Arctimon
Disclaimer: All characters are not my property. The awkward situation? Totally mine.
Chapter 2 - The Deals on the Bus
Step one: Get Ginger alone so that he could talk to her.
Turns out that he didn't even need to try for that one.
Baljeet walked onto the bus to head home. As per usual, the students on board were in a ruckus, talking to each other in the loudest voice possible. His assigned seat was second from the back, usually with Buford.
However, the bully was nowhere to be seen. He knew that Buford had attempted to break the world record for hot dogs consumed on Friday, and it had left him with a severe case of indigestion. He had been well enough to make the trip to school today (and wedgie him in the morning), but perhaps his attempt to make it through the entirety of it had been futile.
He strode down
This Crazy Little Thing - Chapter 1Disclaimer: It would be most recommended if you read the supplemental stories to this before you begin this one (The Clothes Make The Man and Window).This Crazy Little Thing - Chapter 1 by ~Arctimon
All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan Povenmire, Jeff “Swampy” Marsh, and Disney Channel.
He didn't need to talk to anyone else.
Because that would take another week and another story to do.
Medium awareness? Baljeet needed to get away from that.
The weekend (and with it the conversations he had with his mom and Mishti had been good for him in terms of getting his mind back on track, but that feeling was rapidly leaving. Monday had arrived, and knowing his mind wouldn't be able to take any more, he decided that he would have to think of a plan.
Two weeks ago, Baljeet had gotten a present from whom he had now surmised to be Ginger Hirano, one of Isabella's troop members. It was someone who he had a friendship with, but that had bee
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer by ~EvilpixieA
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I