Figures Dancing Gracefully...

*I've decided to try my hand at uandishi shabiki fiction with this, I hope wewe like it! wewe need just minimal knowledge of the Hunger Games Series to enjoy this really. The story will be told from the POV of various tributes, and the story title is a bit of a misnomer, as there are some other animated characters in this.*




District One

My dreams were terrible, awful phantasms of black fog and aquamarine Grim Reapers, scythes carving an enormous number one in my chest. Then I was being chased around last year’s arena kwa an enormous pair of red lips that screamed at me to wake up, baring its sharp...

Dec. 4th ….. 3 weeks ‘till Christmas...

“Flynn, wake up!”

Flynn’s younger sister, Kayley’s demanding voice broke into his sleep, but Flynn pretended to still be asleep; hoping she would go away. She didn’t. Kayley shook him violently.

“Wake up!”

Flynn groaned and opened one eye to look up at her. “What?”

“You have to pick Hiccup up from school.”

Flynn rolled over and pulled his blanket over his head. “No.”

Kayley sighed in frustration and pulled his blanket off. “Come on, Flynn! I don’t have time for this. I have to get to work.”

“Dad is supposed to pick him up.”...

Aurora and Ariel ran down the hall peeping in every classroom door trying to find Meg. They looked in their room and in Adams, but nothing. They couldn’t find her anywhere. Later that siku Aurora and Ariel headed to Fairy Godmother’s to return their dresses when the most peculiar thing happened. They found Meg. She was talking to Belle and Milo.
“Meg! Where have wewe been?” asked Ariel. Meg turned around and Ariel noticed she was wearing the sandals Adam gave her again. “Why are wewe wearing the sandals Adam got you? wewe alisema wewe never wanted to see them again”
“Well, it turns out...

Meg nudged open the door with toe of her high heel. The curtains were pulled closed, only letting in a crack of light from the mitaani, mtaa light outside. The light shone on the bed, revealing a leg sticking out from under the blanket; a fishnet stocking, pantyhose was rolled halfway down the calf. Meg shifted the clean sheets she was carrying into one hand and then reached over and gently shook the leg. There was a groan and the leg slipped back under the blanket.

"Vanessa!" Meg hissed. "Wake up!"

Another groan. Meg shook her head and walked over to the window. She quickly ripped open the curtain casting a light...

Alright this is an makala that I'm putting with my new crossover entitled Disney Religion. What gave me the idea of this is from going to church and than spending most of my time here making crossovers. I thought to myself if I really care about Jesus why don't I spend zaidi time thinking about him instead of spending time with crossovers? Is what I'm doing here really important? Shouldn't Jesus my savior be zaidi important than Disney crossovers?
At first the image I made was a way to bring religion to the place where I spend my time. But it turned out zaidi of a message for everyone who wants...