FeliciaVargas010

I frowned as I stared into a mirror in the room that I had ended up in. It was great to stare at myself. I was clearly the most attractive demon in this, and every other, world. I was literally nothing but an analog clock with an eye for each number. The pupil of each eyes was the number that it was supposed to be. I was black as night while my eye-numbers were (f/c). "Jeeze i really am amazing, aren't I?" I asked myself with a laugh. Obviously my mouth wasn't moving since I didn't have one. Then, I decided to face the person who had summoned me. "So...kid. Is there any particular reason you summoned me here?" I asked the admittedly attractiv

A/N These are just funny little tidbits that are in no way in character. I tried to make them a bit in character, but they're really just meant to make you laugh. (And yes, I put Harry Potter in this. He's not really a superhero, but shush. Batman "So Mr. Wayne." I said in a peppy voice with a bright smile. "Tell me about your parents." This was usually a good way to get people to talk a bit more openly about themselves. "They were shot in an alleyway in front of me when I was a child." I blinked. "Okay?" ---------------------- Superman "So Mr. Kent. Tell me an interesting story from your past." I commanded in a bubbly tone. "When I was a ch

 Serena Lunar, age 18, sat in her family's large and well protected garden. As the next in line to be the don of the Lunar family, she was well protected by others. As unusual as it was for a female to be an heir, there was not one person who would dare question her father. Her father, while not quick to anger under normal circumstances, was not an enemy you would wish to have. People did, however, talk. They wondered why she was chosen, and not merely married off. Those questions were put to rest upon meeting her. This girl had plenty of untapped potential. She had a bright mind, and was unsentimental when deciding when and how an objective

“Wendal!” I exclaimed, knocking on the door. “Wendal where have you been?” He had returned home yesterday. “Um.” I heard the uncertain voice of my childhood friend begin. “Who is it?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Wendal? What do you mean? It’s (F/N).” I heard what sounded suspiciously like a bark before I heard his voice again. “Go away!” I stepped away from the door a bit in shock, my eyes widened. “Wendal?” I asked softly. “Are you alright?” When nobody replied, I sighed heavily before beginning to walk down the hallway. What was wrong with him

"You do realize nobody cares enough to read you diary." Sherlock stated, not asking a question. I resisted the urge to smirk. "Just as much as I realize you can read this with no effort." I commented, swishing my pen as I continued writing in a pig pen cipher that most people would assume to be some archaic language. "Then why would you waste time on something so tedious?" He asked. I suppose he was asking to see if I would stiffen or something along those lines, but I didn't. Since I wasn't looking at him he couldn't deduce that particular reason. "There's no fun in telling you." I informed him, still not looking up. "Is this a game?" He dem

"Artemis!" I yelled. I couldn't hear it, but I knew he sighed with irritation. "Artemis if you don't get in here I'm going to burn your computer!" "I highly doubt you would burn my computer as it is in my study and you are not." He replied, annoyance obvious. I smirked, though he couldn't see it. "Artemis Fowl the Second, you underestimate me. I am more than capable of breaking into your study. Besides, if all else fails I'll just burn the whole room." "And the house with it." Artemis replied drily, finally giving up and walking over to me. "Please. I giveth no fucks." I replied, glancing at him who was clearly unamused. I decided to drop it

Dress Cloak Staff I panted as I ran through the woods, looking quite a bit beat up. I held my staff in one hand, happy that my dress had an inconspicuous slit on one side. It made movement much easier. I lost my master, Saruman, a little while ago, but I kept running lest he send an Uruk hai after me. Saruman of Many Colors. I thought bitterly. I wanted to learn from Saruman the White. I glanced down at my new attire before deciding that I at least got something out of this...though I was a bit confused. (F/N) the Monochrome. I guess that means I'm not an apprentice any more. So...I no longer have to refer to Saruman as my master. I wouldn't

"Swan. Emma Swan." The girl who appeared to be checking into Granny's stated. In my mind, so many things were flashing. Memories. Of a past life. My name isn't Alice Gold. My name...is (f/n). I was the apprentice of Rumpelstiltskin and we fell in love. ---------------------- "You know what I want?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Of course I do, dearie." I grinned. "Then what is the price?" "No need to worry about that, dearie. Just sign the dotted line." Rumpelstiltskin said, making a contract appear out of thing air. I raised an eyebrow at him before I grabbed the contract, reading it. "Really? For you to teach me how to use magic, you want..

"Marama?" I heard a male voice ask questioningly. I sighed and pressed the button that brought up the security footage of my front door. A relatively short man stood outside my door. "What do you want sweetie?" I asked in a sultry voice. "Um, hi. Can I come in?" He asked. I stared at him for a moment before I raised an eyebrow and buzzed him in. I stood up and walked to the door as he walked in. "Well, since you're obviously not here for drugs, what do you want?" He looked confused for a moment before he shook his head, I guess deciding not to question it. As he opened his mouth to respond, I held up my hand. "Hush. Come along with me." I sta

Sight I wandered aimlessly around Hogwarts, unable to really see much of anything. Everything was a blur. Sight is a wonderful gift. I thought with a sigh. One that was clearly not awarded to me. It got old pretty quickly, not being able to see anything. "Ouch." I groaned, running into yet another thing. "That's it. I am done with life. I am so sick-" As I was ranting, I attempted to continue to walk, but the object that I had run into, whatever that was, grabbed my arm. I'm assuming person? "(F/N)?" The voice asked. I smiled in the general direction that his voice came from. I'm lost. "Harry." I said, voice full of relief. "Where am I?" He t