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The Devil Within

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Be brave, be steadfast, hold on.

You're leaving too, and there's this urge to look back one more time. To look back just one more time as the sun sets. Just one last time. One last look back. Back to what once was, and a beautiful memory, from a time gone by.

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Fight Club on Wattpad

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dead by daylight

Well, we're all in prison of sorts, aren't we? It's the life we make out of it that matters.

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In the darkness there are no rules.

So tonight, do what you want.

Kill who you want.

And when morning comes,

will be....

reborn

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The plan was what?

To spend a weekend in New York.

What did it turn into?

The apocalypse.

The damn apocalypse.

As if God had said up there:

'You people down there, you've really fucked up. Like that. So from now on, from now on, see how you cope with my new creation'.

This is exactly what Noir would have liked to believe, that this was the reason, if she had believed in something like God or a higher power. But she didn't.

The plane Noir took that day to get from Dallas to Manhattan had made an unexpected stopover in Atlanta. An approaching storm that was difficult to assess. We were told that the flight was supposed to continue after a few hours, but it didn't because the storm had moved over Georgia far too quickly. All flights were canceled or postponed indefinitely, and as long as the storm did not move on, there was no information about when the planes would take off again.

This had been the time when Noir had thought she was being taken for a ride and that things couldn't get any worse. However, she had been completely wrong in her assumption. Completely. Only, she hadn't known until then that it really was going to get worse. And the very next day.

The next morning, having spent the night in a hotel near the airport, Noir woke up with a bad feeling. This feeling told her that she would not get to Manhattan today either. But it wasn't because the planes couldn't fly because of a storm, but because people had turned into walking corpses and started eating the people who were still alive.

When I see the dead man walking..... how fitting.

To make matters worse, there was no electricity, the telephone poles were dead and running water was sporadic.

It felt like it had been a long time ago. You could also have said in another world.

In a completely different time.

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Is anyone interested in a Brax | The Accountant FF?

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Nero

He existed, then he didn't. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. First a rumor, then a hero, and then gone. Just when people needed him most.

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Most didn't know where it came from or why.

We didn't know if it was a dream or a vision, but the majority feared that they had unleashed it themselves.

Because, it was the wrath that was to come.

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Death always has the last word.

≪━─━─━─━─ • ✠ • ─━─━─━─━≫

》 Liliana Torres

Santa Muerte

La Santísima Muerte

Doña Sebastiana

• ✠ •

》 Frank Castle

The Punisher

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I mean, it's not so bad, death is always there, it always will be, because in the end it gets us all, doesn't it? All of us, it's part of us, so why is everybody so horrified when they hear me say that I want to die, like it's something contagious?

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drag me to hell - A Bucky Barnes FF

Life simply cannot be planned, not in any way, so Avery's life turned out very differently than she had once imagined. Joining S.H.I.E.L.D., for example, wasn't one of them, but events from the past eventually brought her to the secret organization.

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Everyone chooses their own path.

Our values, our actions show who we are.

Never forget who you are and where you come from.

Because others don't.

What we do does not define who we are.

What defines us is how well we pick ourselves up when we've fallen.

We all need memories so that we don't forget who we are and who we once were.

Who we are is constantly changing.

We are the ones who decide who we are.

Avery sat silently cross-legged on the sofa in her room at the Avengers' new headquarters, examining her right hand from all sides and going over the events once again. Like so many times in the past few days.

Everything was there and nothing at the same time. The answer had to be there, and because Avery was far too preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn't notice the knock. Just like the first knock, she didn't notice the second until the person opened the door and stepped into her room.

"Agent Osborn. Osborn," Agent Maria Hill stood in the doorway of Avery's room for a brief moment and then disappeared again, but she came back when the dark-haired woman was still sitting in place, staring at her hand, "Osborn. Osborn!"

"Yes?" Avery replied absently, never taking her eyes off her hand, and only after a few seconds looking at Hill, who made no move to leave without her, "Yes."

"You should come with me," Hill finally gestured impatiently for her to follow, making it clear that Avery wouldn't be able to avoid it, "The Captain and Fury are already waiting."

Avery rose slowly from the sofa and followed Hill through the maze of corridors to a huge conference room where several people were already present. At the window, as so often or actually as always, Fury stood with his back turned and Steve Rogers was discussing something with Sam Wilson alias Falcon. The two friends looked up when Hill finally came in with Avery in tow and sat down at the table. Still pondering, Avery also sat down at the table, but at the other end, and pulled one leg up on the chair.

"Are you all right?" Rogers looked questioningly at Avery, who didn't react to his words, as it seemed she hadn't really noticed, "Osborn?"

"Yes? It's all right," Avery waved it off directly and, despite this, her mind was somewhere else entirely, "What is it?"

"Ultron," came from Fury, who finally turned to face the four of them and took a step away from the window, "After what happened in Sokovia, we need to develop new security measures to prevent this from happening again."

"We did exactly the same thing after Loki," Avery scoffed at the former director's words without looking at the people present, pulling her knee up to her chin, "Did it do any good? Absolutely nothing. We can't plan for something we know nothing about. Gods, mutated life forms, aliens, robots.... Robots that think they're God. We are human beings. Nothing more, nothing less. We can contain a catastrophe and try to minimize the damage, but we cannot stop it completely. Each of us has our limits somewhere, different for each of us, but we can't do more than we can".

A twinge ran through Avery's hand, as it had so often in the last few days. With half-clenched eyes, she squinted down at her wrist, where the veins were beginning to turn black. Like an electrical impulse or a shockwave that kept emitting pulses, her veins turned black from time to time and shone through her skin. Again and again, again and again. At the beginning, only her wrist had been affected, but by now it had spread halfway up her forearm. And it wouldn't stop there. Today, this type of seizure had passed quickly, but that changed with each subsequent one. As soon as it was over, she looked at her arm again, which looked as if nothing had ever happened. There were no burns or other external signs.

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Rock of Ages

The Palm Woods Hotel. Los Angeles. Hollywood. The dream factory. The place where dreams come true.... and burst very quickly.

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You need music to remember.

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I'm still looking for the perfect song, the perfect sound that makes you feel like you want to live forever.

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🎼 Marleen "Lee" Aura Beckett

⏭ The Nepo Baby ⏮

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🎼 James Diamond

⏭ The Pretty Idiot ⏮

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Like I said, I know myself better than anybody else because I'm the only one who lives here. And no one else knows me better.

inclusive

🎼 Fleed | Damien Beckett

⏭ The Legend Himself ⏮

SIGN HERE

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This is .... Where life sparkles....Where life fades.... A place where two worlds intersect....

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Nekronomikon Exmortis,

the Book of Death.

Written in blood and bound in human skin, this book described bizarre burials, dark incantations and passages about the resurrection of the demon.

It was never intended for the world of the living.

The book awakened the evil in the woods.

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The earth is older than most people probably think and, contrary to popular belief, is not of paradisiacal origin. Since

The beginning of time it has been ruled by demons.

The earth was their home, their.... their hell.

But in the course of time, circumstances changed and the way was clear for mortal beings. Humans.

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Havoc

Cobra Kai FF

Read here on Wattpad

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Black Queen [Once Upon A Time]

"I am living proof that the mind... that the mind is a terrible thing."

Many believe there were only two queens in Wonderland, White and Red, but there was another. The Black Queen.

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Wonderland.

A chessboard.

One white side and one black.

We know the Red Queen, who is known to shout "Off with her head" and who does not rule the country, but terrorizes it. A very pedantic, bossy and lecturing person, who for many is the equivalent to a teacher.

The White Queen, a noble and sensitive woman, but at the same time stupid and helpless, almost like a newborn.

Many believe that there are only the two of them, but there is another queen. The Black Queen.

Black against white.

Not red against white.

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After a quick shower, which did her more than good, Valerie wiped her hand over the fogged mirror and immediately took a few steps back, letting out a sharp scream. It wasn't her own reflection looking back at her, but a row of pointed teeth. The teeth slowly dissolved and single letters appeared in their place. First here, then there, without any connection. Little by little, words formed and finally a sentence. It is about time. No sooner had she read the sentence than it disappeared again and the same game began all over again. The fall is imminent. Again the letters disappeared, rearranged themselves and new ones were added. Reclaim what is rightfully yours. Nothing more came after that.

It was all a sign that Val was overtired. Mere fantasy, that was all it had been.

As if these hallucinations weren't disturbing enough, paranoia was added to the mix. Ever since Valerie had left the hospital and was on her way home, she had felt like she was being watched. But there was nothing to see. Nothing at all. Except a crow. Not one of the birds that had been so close to her since she left the hospital. Fortunately, this day would soon be over.

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A little manip for my fic

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Shipwrecked

A Orm Marius X OC FanFiction.

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Firework

Here on Wattpad

The earth rotates.

But we cannot feel its movement.

And then, one night, we look up.

A spark blazes its way and the sky is on fire.

.・゜-: ✧ :- epigraph

Fairy tales are not to be underestimated.

There is always an element of truth in them.

.・゜-: ✧ :- firework

The past can always come back to haunt you, but you never know where it will take you. All you can do is hope it's a place you like.

＊*-̩̩͙✩-̩̩͙*˚˚*-̩̩͙✩-̩̩͙*˚＊

Devon Poole

『 Shift 』

John Allerdyce

『 Pyro 』

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The earth rotates.

But we cannot feel its movement.

Then one night we look up.

A spark bursts forth and the sky is on fire.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The past is like a torch that lights our way.

Our ancestors have shown us the way so that we can follow it. Faith is the weapon our enemies fear the most.

For it gives our people the strength to rise up against all those who would destroy us.

＊*-̩̩͙✩-̩̩͙*˚˚*-̩̩͙✩-̩̩͙*˚＊

We are who we are because of our past.

Our past choices make us who we are.

.・゜-: ✧ :- sparkle

What has happened?

What has become of us?

As if we were strangers.

Without shared memories.

＊*-̩̩͙✩-̩̩͙*˚˚*-̩̩͙✩-̩̩͙*˚*

Team Punisher

Frank Castle

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Team Kingpin

Wilson Fisk

＊*-̩̩͙✩-̩̩͙*˚˚*-̩̩͙✩-̩̩͙*˚＊

This is our story.

This is who we are.

The sum of our choices.

prologue

The alarm clock rang until it suddenly stopped. There was no one there. There was suddenly a glass of water where the annoying little device had been on the nightstand.

Devon had barely pressed the alarm button to stop the annoying morning noise when her fingers were wet. Startled, she jerked her hand back, knocking something over and making a splash.

As quickly as Devon sat upright in her bed, no one could see. For a split second, she sat staring at the small wooden cabinet next to her bed. No alarm clock, just an overturned glass spilling its contents onto the floor.

What? .... This couldn't be. The alarm clock had gone off, Devon was sure of it, but there was only the glass. Another thing that couldn't be right. When she put something to drink by her bed at night, it was a bottle, a closed bottle, and it was on the floor. Nowhere else.

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Bored, Devon drummed her finger on the edge of the table and watched her law class. Was she going to take this class? No. Why had she taken it anyway? Parents. One day you'll thank us for telling you to take this class. You are learning for life, not for school.

So Devon sat here now. Week after week, day after day. And he just couldn't take any more of Mr. Porter's talk. The subject itself might not be bad, but a different teacher would have been nice.

While Porter talked about criminal law and the class half-heartedly listened to the fifty-year-old, a shrill scream interrupted the lesson.

Devon automatically lifted her head and looked at the girl sitting in the second row to her left who was staring at her in utter horror.

At first, all the students and Mr. Porter looked at Claire, wanting to know why the redhead had let out a scream. But when nothing came out and the girl just looked at Devon, the heads turned to her. Cluelessness turned to confusion.

The frame of the table Devon was sitting at was no longer metal but neon green and the wooden top was a skateboard.

Yes, he loved to be stared at. Especially when you had no idea what was going on.

Until now, Devon hadn't thought about the incident with the radio a good month ago, but now she couldn't take it lightly. There was something very wrong with her.

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As soon as a big blockbuster is released, there are countless OneShots.

Deadpool 3 has been out for a few days now and there is no Pyro FF.

Why?

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Idea based on the movie