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Jack and Harley First MeetJack was nervous, he wasn't going to pretend otherwise. He had been dropped off at the corner as his mother had went on her way to work. She had a lot of clients to see that day, and a lot of money to make. It was something she had reminded him of when he had clung desperately to her hand, and tried to pull her to the school gates with him. She was going to have none of it though.
So, he had made his own way to the gates and walked into the school grounds himself, holding tightly onto the straps of his backpack. His clothes were creased and threadbare. Although it was his first day at school, nothing he owned looked brand new. Nothing he owned was new, and Jack knew that he was probably going to get a lot of hassle from the other students. He was just waiting for someone to start picking on him.
“Ya okay kid?” Jack looked up as he heard a kind voice. There was a girl who looked to be his same age wearing blonde pig tails with a black hat on her head wearing a red dress with
Joker Diaries Entry 5Dear Diary,
Breaking News! A reporter is love on the scene inside Arkham Asylum where we have received reports of a fight to the death! Uncle J?
That's right Worthless, I am here live in Arkham Asylum where Harvey 'Two Face' Dent is about to engage. Wait, HAS engaged in a fight with none other than the infamous, well. Idiotic excuse for a cross species union, The Penguin! That's right, the penguin is currently have his ass kicked by Two Face. This is so spectacularly BORING!
That's your excuse for news? Breaking News? I'll show you breaking news...
I feel that it is important that is noted that the Joker, after this diary entry, hospitalized Oswald Cobblepot by use of a table and the snapped off leg of a chair. Mr Cobblepot is now receiving treatment for his wounds and recovering in the hospital ward.
The Joker has been detained in solitary confinement until further notice.
Additional Notes written by Doctor Stanford James Hardley.
Dia's Commission continuedWhen Diableret woke, her eyes fluttering open to once again see that oh so familiar ceiling of her own room, it was to find that she did feel a lot better than she had earlier. The experience that she had gone through was so foggy, and she was struggling to recall the details.
She stretched her arms out, feeling the few cracks in her elbows and shoulders as everything shifted back to the correct places. It was a satisfying feeling and when she was done she swung her legs out of the bed and stood up, heading straight for the bathroom.
She pulled open the door, her eyes widening at the sight inside. There was blood smeared all over the white tiles and a heavy coppery smell in the air.
“What?” She whispered, hesitantly taking a step into the bathroom. The entire place had been trashed, and for some reason the bath was filled with water and the remnants of foamed bubbles. There was something very, very wrong here, and Di just couldn’t figure out what it was, other than th
The Death of Oswald CobblepotYears had passed, so many seasons had came and went, and the people in Gotham had changed. Gotham itself had changed, and nothing was the same than it had been before. Even the graves had became worn, eroded by time and the memories that clung to them.
An older man now, a weaker and broken man, Jack had approached the graveyard, guilt resting heavily on his shoulders. He looked around and sighed heavily, pulling his hat down over his eyes. He could barely stand to be back here, after everything that had happened.
Most of the people in the graveyard had ended up there because of him, his hands were dripping with their blood and it would not go away, it would never go away. So many lives, destroyed. So many friends, ruined. So much love, eradicated.
Jack’s stride was long and so as he was consumed by his thoughts, he walked, expertly navigating and weaving a familiar path through the gravestone’s. It did not take him long to reach the two that he had came for.
There they lay,
Queen of His HeartLight from the flickering candle
Reflects and pulses on glowing walls
Safety and comfort no longer resides
In the place where only loss calls.
Years before this tragic time
The room was different
No sorry mime
Only joy and new promises.
Into this happy picture bounds
The introduction of new life
Yet sorrow and pain mounds
Upwards to untimely destruction.
What should have been perfect
Began quickly to turn
Before I knew it she was gone
Leaving behind memories and an urn.
She granted to me my longed for gift
A son to take up my mantle
Then for her God seen fit to lift
And carry her to a paradise.
Now I am left alone
To begin the search once more
How can I though after being shown
The purest woman alive?
I thought I knew love well
After those passionate ladies of past
When I found my light
I had prayed it would last.
Ghosts begin to cloud my mind
From precious love I must turn
And with heavy heart move to find
The new Queen of My Heart.
The Stone GraveIt had happened. She had known that it was going to happen at some point, but she had never thought it would be so soon.
After he had passed away, she had been left with only herself for company. Her life had suddenly changed from light and happiness to darkness and a land she did not recognize.
Now her feet were cut and bloody as she stumbled along the rocky terrain. She did not know where she was, nor did she care to find out.
There was no sun above her head, nor was there a moon. The sky burned with the light of a thousand stars that she used to guide her way.
She did not know where she went, but all she knew was that it was a compulsion. She walked forward, onward and upward in a place where time had no meaning.
Night moved into night, and further into the night. She did not know if there even was a sun, or light other than that of the stars stretched above her.
Still she walked to a place unknown with thoughts of a land where her fears roamed, ready to swarm over and torment
Prelude: Dan Hibiki vs. Magikarp
Dan: The underdog, the greatest fighter held back by the world. They've battled oppression their entire life.. but in a clash of unleashed potential, who would pull off a victory?
Lacie: Magikarp, the.. God-slaying.. Fish Pokemon.
Dan: Hibiki Dan, self-taught assassin artist of the Saikyō-ryū style.
Lacie: I'm Lacie, that mad bastard is Dan, and it's our job to analyze each fighter's lack of weapons, armor, and skill to see who would survive..
Dan: A DEATH BATTLE!
Lacie: You're an idiot, Dan. A big dumb idiot-head. Screw it. Non-canon it is.
(Dan: You've never heard of me? Give me a break! I'm Dan Hibiki!)
Name: Dan Hibiki
Height: 5'10'' | 177 cm
Weight: 163 lbs. | 74 kg
Occupation: Dojo Master of the Saikyō-ryū style
Defeated Chun-Li, Balrog, and M. Bison
Defeated Sagat to ave
Creepypasta OC Bio SheetCreepypasta-Misery: A little Original Character Bio Sheet for the Proxies/Pastas out there. (mainly for people like me who can’t draw their Reference Sheets because I lack the talent ;-; but anyone can use this)
Meaning of name:
Date of Birth:
Place of Birth:
Occupation (before becoming a Pasta):
Are They Dead:
If Yes, How’d They Die:
Date of Death:
Place of Death:
*artist feature series*
(APH) PruHun- ZemstaFeliks od lat był złodziejem. Był drobnej, wręcz niewieściej budowy chłopakiem o dużych zielonych oczach i złocistych włosach. Koledzy zawsze przezywali go damą, co strasznie urażało jego dumę. Niestety, z wiekiem jego tężyzna fizyczna nie wzrosła zbyt wiele, przez co nie nadawał się na chłopca okrętowego. Pewnego razu usłyszał od kilku marynarzy, o cechach jakie powinien mieć dobry doliniarz. Wtedy po raz pierwszy zrozumiał, jak może wykorzystać swoje atuty.
-"Ręce delikatne jak u damy by móc wyłuskać monety, pewne ruchy, by nie zdradzić się okradanemu, oraz serce odważne jak u lwa"-był pewien, że miał wszystkie. Z początku kradzieże szły mu opornie, często cieszył się z tego, że osoby okradane są pijane lub strasznie nieuważne. Ale im większą mia
Cold's ForestCold's Forest- 9/27/2014 usa 1:47am
The world seemed completely deprived of any kind of light both on the world and inside of everyone's hearts. The world basked in coldness from the night taking away the days heat. Outside there was nothing but echos waiting for someone to speak letting them out; for no one to hear. A hoodie holding a cold soul wan't heard screaming, asking to go inside. It was speechless and unable to cry out that the cold was to much. The hoodie was only able to keep it's inside warm thanks to what was inside. A boy- teenager- man? Someone who knew to much and learned to little. Walking out in the cold late at night was a normal occurrence for this individual as things like this didn't bother him, just the things before and after a midnight's walk consisted had effect. Walking through fields, hopping over fences, and climbing on top of building many who knew him could think he was very brisk when not around him. He wasn't that person anymore. For a matter of fact he
My Little Profiles: The Sanshinshou
Supporting Characters of My Little Pony: Clash of Light and Darkness
Group Name: 三神将 / The Sanshinshou (Three General Deities)
Name: 隠れ 大将軍 / Kakure Daishogun (Left); 翼丸 / Tsubasamaru (Center); 無敵将軍 / Muteki Shogun (Right)
Titles: Patron Deities of Neighpon / Protectors of the Land of the Rising Sun / "The Sacred Ones" (referred by the Japanese)
Ages: Over 4,000 years old
Species: Kami (formerly earth pony for Kakure Daishogun, pegasus for Tsubasamaru and unicorn for Muteki Shogun)
Alignment: Lawful Good
Current Status: Unknown
Allies: Neighpon, The Spirits, The Guardians, Great Mythical Chi Beasts, Amareterasu
Enemies: Amon, Youkai, Any who threaten Neighpon
Powers: Holy godlike p
Beauty and The TyrantrumCh. 1 Prologue
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. Then one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him, not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is from within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress named Naga (Fire Emblem Awakening).The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for Naga had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous monster and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the monster concealed inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. T
The Joker Diaires: Entry 3
So, tell me about your day?
Well, my day is an amazing day! Brilliant and genius! It is celebrated every year and people greet each other on the street happily. "Happy Joker Day!" they say.
No? That isn't what you are asking about? Well golly darnit! Joker Day is far more interesting.
You see, everyne loves Joker Day. It is better than their birthday, far superior to Christmas. Not even the ghoulish fun of Halloween can beat Joker Day.
Thee are people laughing and dancing, with pies being thrown in faces and prat falls. It is a wonderfully large circus, and it is all dedicated to fun and laughter.
HAPPY JOKER DAY TO YOU!
I'LL HANG YOU IN A ZOO!
YOU'LL BE EATEN BY A MONKEY!
AND YOUR BONES PISSED ON TOO!
That is MY day, and what a day it is.
That one there was just for you Old man Hardley. You should feel very honoured, not just everyone gets a song written about them.
Can I undergo my treatment with Doctor Crane yet?
Doctor Crane! Who on earth is he? Good old
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