Toxic-Awsomness

HALO THREE CHRONICALS -Before the storm - Re-enforced, ammo topped up and ready a hell for the next round you drove the Chopper in front of the LVR Warthog that Chief was riding in. The atmosphere was heavy as we drove through the tunnel, but that can easily be said when you are apart of a convoy of warthogs and soldiers armed to the teeth. You could see the tunnels opening closing in and on que Commander Keyes radios in with the mission. "Chief, the Prophet of Truth has found the Ark. Our only chance of stopping him is a surprise aerial assault. Clear this sector of Covenant anti-air defences. Make a hole for the Admiral’s ships. Goo

 ~ (y/n) pov ~ At first, your body was purely numb but you could hear battle cries in the distance. Come on fingers, MOVE! You thought as they slowly twitched and like a stone cracking you slowly started moving them, your arms followed after. Now that they were free you could feel the immense power that started to flow through your veins and with a loud cry a stone like substance flew off your body. Gasping for air you clasp your chest with one hand while the other grabs the pole behind you, it was an absolute rush as you pulled yourself to your feet. Raising your head you could see Mystogan holding off the two bandits that brought you to th

The train rocked slightly as it travelled at high speeds through the country side. It was becoming late and Mystogan had fallen asleep with his head in your lap, it was honestly cute. From your window you could see the moon well above the mountain pass you had just travelled though. Getting lost in the past was a pretty easy thing to do when your only company was currently using your lap for a nap. A low groan brought you back as Mystogan shuffled in your lap slightly and you were forced to hold down a fangirlish squeal at the sight. Looking above you, your stored bag was sitting up there all smug as Mirajane’s packed (fave) sandwiches

HALO THREE CHROLICALS -No room for slacking off- Coughing roughly you pull yourself forward slightly, squinting you heave yourself to your knees. The entire room smelled of dust, dirt and small traces of smoke. Several hands wrapped around your weak frame, their voices blurred by the ringing in your ears. Your centre of gravity could easily be compared to a newly born foal as the hands lifted you to your feet and helped to keep you steady. A nasty cough left your mouth as everything started moving forward, flashlights moved around in the darkness as the ringing sound in your ears slowly faded out. Trying to keep steady you look over your sh

HALO THREE CHROLICALS -CHAPTER 3: let’s get to work gents- The following moments were a haze as you hung your head low and blocked out Commander Keyes orders. Playing the film clip from the game in your head over and over was not helping figure out what in the bloody hell the Profit of Truth mean by a guardian? Shaking your head, you tried to clear your head from those thoughts you tightened the bag straps while rolling your shoulders. As Keys gives the order Johnson looks over to you, then the Chief… and you again. You had a bad feeling just now. Looking over your shoulder you see Keyes with her hands on her hips, raising one h

Sighing in annoyance you look forward to the all famous Ouran Academe, the all supreme place for the children born into and wealthy families. Aside from the endless curricular choices and fancy food there was only two things that were extremely wrong/ wacked up in your opinion. The school was painted in pink and the girls uniform looked like puffed up yellow mushrooms. Not including the price tag on the buggers the uniform would have been a no straight up, so here you were in in the middle of the first semester in a decent looking outfit looking at your new school. Growling you made your way through the school barely making it to lunch withou

RECAP: With a sad smile Loke wraps his arms around you. Awkwardly you pat his back and he moves back allowing you to look back at the others. Makarov hummed while deep in though as he held his chin, you were more focused on Gray and Natsu who looked like they were ready to tare each other apart. Smiling softly you made up your mind then and there, that if this was going to be your new life you would make every moment count. ~~~~~~~~~~ Begin ~~~~~~~~~~ Yawning you stirred in your sheets as you tried to shake away the sleepy state that clouded your mind. Blinking a few times you look around the room that held furniture that was not your own a

HALO THREE CHROLICALS -CHAPTER 2 the warm up- “kilo-two-three what’s your Eta?” Johnson calls over the radio as he grabs a gun from the nearby storage unit, standing ready with your backpack, you were about to follow suit when a heavy hand was placed on your shoulder. Looking over said shoulder you see The Master Chief watching you through his visor, now that ticked you off a little. “there a problem?” you ask with a slight growl without much response Chief roughly grabs you by the arm, forcibly removes the needler from your hands and drags you back into the building. “OW! What the hell?!” you yell

{AN: story begins before the first episode. } It was a Friday afternoon as you were dragging your sorry ass home after a long day at school, several cuts and bruises decorate your back and abdomen accompanied by the large gash along your left shoulder. You weren’t even at the bottom for the food-chain in school but the exact moment you had let your guard down the popular people always had the lower beings do their homework and your new battle scars were a result of resistance and after a small bout they shoved you into your locker and left you behind. It  was no small task but having the necessary tools on hand makes it somewhat quicke

A.N: swearing will be frequent in this story because of Levi (mostly) so you have been warned! also (f/1) and (f/2) and two friends of your choosing} The large trees hid most of your existence as you stumbled through the forest, each step disturbed the quiet entity of the surrounding wildlife as several Titan corpses lay only a few meters away from the seventeen Meter titan that stood admits the leftovers of the battlefield. The harsh bone structure that ran from the wrist the elbow was slightly oval in shape and sharper than a blade.  Accompanying this deadly set of weapons was a small amount of bonelike armour that covered your knees, elbo