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…My Falling Star… …:::~ CHAPTER 1 ~:::… A massive cloud bank was blowing in over the island of Diego Garcia. As of four years ago today, this place was nothing more than a US air force base used to protect the West coast. Now, it has become a center point for treaties still being made between the human race and a species of sentient machines from a planet know as Cybertron. The leader of these creatures (or this particular squadron anyway) is Optimus Prime. A massive and proud being that would at first appear to the untrained eye as coming off as God-like in any way possible. But even as people would show him more than e

Bunny stilled as the music reached his ears, the brush in his paw hovering over the egg he was currently painting. He stared ahead, taken by the sudden tones that filled his home. It had been so long since music had traveled over the green landscape around him, but the music felt so home, as if it had never stopped playing all those years ago.   Getting up, the Pooka abounded the egg he been so fixated with only moments before and began moving towards the sound, wanting to know where it was coming from. He traveled across the hills, coming nearer the river of color.   He perched himself on top of a large stone, gazing out across his home.

"(y/n), it's time for bed." Dean said, standing in the doorway of your room. "But Daddy! Santa is coming!" You whine. Dean laughs entering your room, "He's not going to come if you don't go to sleep." "Okay Daddy." You climb into your bed. Your father comes over to the side of your bed, grabbing the blanket and covering you. He bends down, a smile on his face, "Goodnight Baby Girl." He kisses your face. You giggle, squirming under your father's touch, "Eww! Daddy! You're kisses tickle!" Dean laughs, "Alright. . . Settle down and get to sleep." Dean leaves the room, closing the door behind him. __________________________________________

     Tyrion entered Sansa’s chamber gingerly, not wanting to make her uneasy by his presence. He simply wanted to see if she was getting along alright. Their conversation earlier that day about her murdered family had ended with her running away to find seclusion. Perhaps, he thought, his efforts to console her had done more harm than good.     But now he just wanted to be sure…she was safe. That she was not contemplating doing any harm to herself. That she was not too terribly angry with him. It was true he was a Lannister, and she a Stark, and there would forever be bad blood between them on that account. For many years he had

 Joker (c) DC Comics You (c) yourself All adaptions of the characters are free to use! "Step on it, Harls!" Joker commanded as he glanced back to see if the Gotham police were still chasing them. It was nothing more than another typical day of robbing Gotham City Bank, draining it of its money and playing a few tricks onto the workers. Harley dived into the driver's seat and slammed her foot onto the gas pedal. The purple Lamborghini roared to life and zoomed off, zigzagging through the streets. "I need some help here, puddin," Harley snapped, swerving away from the incoming bullets from the police. "I'm trying the best I can here!"