a/n: This is a new fic to an awesome Netflix series called Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts. If you’re not familiar with it, I can’t recommend it enough! This fic has changed a bit as new seasons have been released, but I hope you enjoy it all the same! —- Thirteen years ago… Perhaps …
Much to Zuko’s humiliation, his opening words to Katara when she visited for the first time in years, “So, um… how are… life things?” He really wanted to slap himself sometimes. The two of them sat opposite each other at a small dining table waiting for breakfast to be served. She looked at him blankly …
— a/n: A little note about where this story came from…I’ve often heard ADHD described as an inability to focus. But the most accurate description I’ve read is it’s more like having a focus cannon that likes to go off at random. Which is awesome when it’s aimed where you want; less so when it …
Gladion pressed himself into the corner of a small corridor, watching a pair of uniformed women pass by. They chatted each other up about New Year’s plans and the airport’s lousy coffee, but neither of them looked his direction. He slowly released the breath he’d been holding, to the detriment of his senses. The corner …
The two vampires met just before dawn, on the steps of the largest (and clearly, most expensive) abode in all of Forgotten Hollow. One male, white-haired and conservatively dressed. One female, who looked like she had recently been performing at a rock concert. Mohawk and all. While Forgotten Hollow was normally a quiet place, tonight …
“Step this way, sir,” the grunt behind Brock said, ushering him into the room. “And have you decided which merger you would like today?” Brock held in a laugh. Holding him at gunpoint, forcing him into this lab of theirs, and now Team Rocket had the gall to ask which Pokémon’s DNA he’d like fused …
Setting: The Southern Water Tribe, AG 172 Zuko reached out towards the roaring fire. He felt no warmth from it; only the sensation that the heat improved the circulation in his hands. Which, at his age, wasn’t a bad thing. It was Chief Tonraq and his wife Senna who had opened their home to him …
The Firelord needed three things: a strong mind, a strong body, and strong fire. Ozai’s beliefs were twisted in a number of ways, but on this, Zuko agreed with him. If their nation’s leader looked weak in any area, the nation looked weak as a whole. Weakness meant distrust in the monarchy. It meant panic …
“Hey, check this out!” Peridot burst into the room, waving some sort of papers in Pearl’s face. From what Pearl could make out from the waving images (and based on the location of all Peridot’s escapades lately), the green gem had made some kind of new discovery around the kindergarten. It just wasn’t at all …
Isla’s first thought was to simply mount her flamingo once they reached it and fly off, leaving her unwanted traveling companion behind. The paranoid wolf girl clearly valued stealth, and a giant pink war bird was quite the opposite of that. She’d be angry, but she’d soon give up and hopefully leave the area. Those … Continue reading
“No! Not again!” Voldemort’s screams of frustration echoed throughout the school. Or at least the room of requirement. No one else knew why they were here, not even the Death Eaters. They needed to duel – a real duel – and Voldemort had to win. He just… wasn’t. Harry was rather shocked himself. He didn’t … Continue reading
Wolf lifted the lid of the simmering pot and stirred gently. A puff of fragrant steam swirled around her and even pulled a rare smile onto her face. The pot contained a mixture of non-mute insects, leafy greens, and some centuries-old powdered soup mix. High in protein, more than palatable, and the spot she’d found … Continue reading
This is for the SimFic July Contest, in the Veteran Category. I wish I had more time to take the screencaps, but I like what I wrote. Hope you like it, too! I love hanging with friends until some weird hour of the morning. I love a mug of hot tea alone while raindrops race … Continue reading
Isla took several deep breaths, though it sounded to her more like she was hyperventilating: in-and-out-in-and-out. It was bad enough trying to calm herself down. Trying to calm down Wren too was a painful double duty. The little mute rarely panicked, rarely even worried. But the real possibility of getting caught sent her into a … Continue reading
Minerva McGonagall lay recovering in the infirmary. The battle for Hogwarts had not really been a battle at all. Once a hundred or so Death Eaters suddenly appeared in the middle of the school, even the most stubborn fighters gave in fairly peacefully. Voldemort gave a reassuring speech that he would continue to utilize the … Continue reading
The first place the footprints led looked like a swamp of some kind. Not as much greenery as one would think, but shallow water covered the area, creating puddles in patches of concrete and rusting the dilapidated fences. Oddly enough, there was an old water fountain sitting here. No, wait. Make that two water fountains. … Continue reading
It took Voldemort twice as long as he might have anticipated to convince his Death Eaters that Harry Potter was now a member of their ranks. First there was actually showing them, then there was shooting a series of curses in their direction when someone dared to question if he was sure about this. After … Continue reading
*ring ring* “Hello, and thank you for phoning Foul Play by Farceurs. My name is Francine. How may I assist you?” “Oh, um…yes. Hello. I’m calling to reserve a, uh…demise slot for a sworn enemy. Do you have any available?” “Oo! Indeed we do! Let me bring up my calendar. You know, this is usually … Continue reading
Scarlemagne’s palace in Las Vistas, two months before Kipo’s arrival on the surface… # Mmm…your brain waves taste nummy tonight… Isla hung her mask in its usual spot above her pillow. If she had her way, she would have burned the thing, but that would let the timber-cat out of the bag faster than anything. … Continue reading