A/N – Please note –* VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* this chapter is extremely dark – it explores content that could be uncomfortable for some viewers. Feedback is always welcomed good or constructive!
This is a story written from the scene where Georg discovers his request to start work at Bremerhaven and has to report first thing in the morning. They plan to escape - but does all go to plan? Very dramatic take on what could have happened!
The Adventures of Penny Dreadful, Vol. 2 – Short Stories
Dreadful Fan Fiction or How I became a writer
Mild warning: Remus being Remus
Chapter two: Planet Vegeta
Chapter One: The Beginning
Now the race that I am going to be talking about is the one that killed my home world and my people. This is actually called the frieza race. No matter what I do I will never forget the feeling of my home world and all of the glorious warriors dying out. The frieza race has three transformations. Their first form is usually the weakest and if you are not a proud warrior you would target the being in that form but you would still have to possess a great deal of strength in order to survive a battle with them. Their second form is similar to the first form but looks more hideous and shows more of the being’s true power. Lastly their third form is not known as their third form it is known as their final form and this form is the most powerful unless they unleash their full power which has all the bulky muscles that will slow them down in battle. Their final form would either kill you or if you are a true warrior then you would learn how to adapt to the situation which might mean undergoing a little transformation yourself if you are part of a race of people that can transform into a different form with each bit of a power boost. The first form has two horns on the top of their heads. The second sprouts four more horns and makes all horns large. Now I know what you are thinking these horns should slow them down right? I can assure you that this is not the case for since they have such a high power level they can move extremely fast in this form but not as fast as their final form. Their final form is one that has no horns but gives them a bald headed look but do not be fooled this form is the most dangerous because the speed and power are both increased exponentially. Not many who turn on these ones from this race survive if they do survive they live in constant fear and they were forced into slavery by this race and have to do what they are told or they are to be executed on the spot. My father only narrowly missed the destruction of our home world. He had gotten lucky that he had left after having to take on quite a few of the evil emperor’s men to try to get to his ship or else I would have lost both my parents that day and would have to face my brother alone and without any support from anyone. When I think of the horrors that my people were put through I can not help but get angry over everything and wish that we could have destroyed the evil emperor before he had gotten the chance to destroy our people. I use this type of rage to fuel my training and will continue looking forward to the day that I get to face him and beat him at his own game. Now all personal feelings aside if you want to learn more of what this evil race had done to my people help me get my book published once it is completed. I do not ask that you pay for it but give me good rate costs for certain publishers. I hate having to talk about the race but my knowledge has expanded further into each of the alien races and these things will dredge up the worst of memories inside me but some of them will have dredge up the most positive memories. It all depends on the person’s point of view.
After putting together his special art project, Virgil left his room sheepishly. He looked at the card in his grasp nervously uncertain of whether or not Patton would actually like it. It wasn't until he felt his body smack into that he looked up. As he did so, he was surprised to see Logan holding a fruit basket with a bow on it.
Hi my name is Lee and I write adult contented fan-fictions, my fan-fictions are primarily gay as I prefer to read gay fanfictions about the marvel characters, reading my works and as time goes on you will realise at any one time I’m obsessing over a fandom and will mainly write about two characters, right now I’m indulging in the fandom stark/peter and for a few weeks to months this will probably be what I write the most.
Jimin was exhausted. He couldn't recall the last time he'd gotten a proper night's sleep. He set the feather pen between his lithe digits down on the desk as he leaned back against the large oak wood chair he was seated in. Letting a soft, tired sigh escape between his plump, pink lips. His eyes slid closed as he tilted his head back to rest against the soft cushion of his chair. It was quiet in his study, save for the soft crackle of fire from the fireplace keeping the space warm in the dead winter cold that surrounded his kingdom right now. After taking a brief moment of pause, his long lashes fluttered upwards to reveal his pale silvery colored eyes. Looking almost white, an inhuman color but a sign that he held a curse in his blood. He stared upwards as the massive portrait over the fireplace. A happy family. A young boy, himself, seated in the lap of his mother as his father was holding them both in a loving and protective manner, a small lizard-like creature rested in the young Jimin's lap. Jimin stared at the panting for a long while before his eyes narrowed. That was a time that had long since passed. Jimin slowly pushed himself and the heavy chair away from the desk with surprising strength that one wouldn't expect from his small frame. He moved to stand as he walked around his desk, he needed some air. He wanted to clear his mind of the annoying memories that would threaten to creep up on him from looking at that painting. Jimin knew he should take it down. Burn it away along with the memories it harbored, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do that. He supposed all of his emotions couldn't be erased completely. He just hated to be reminded of a time when he was happy. When there was peace and a warmth over the kingdom. Now it was a cold and unforgiving place, just like him. Jimin slowly walked towards the door off to the side of the room. Pushing his hand through his silver colored locks, slicking them back briefly before they fell back into place over his forehead.