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a hero's legacy episode 2Kyo was sitting on the roof of his house thinking about that strange dream. 'Their coming' he thought he didn't tell rio about it because he didn't want her to be scared.she was still young 'their coming for your sister' those words never left his head.
His thoughts were interrupted when rio called out to him. "Kyo" she said "yeah" he replied "can we go get the ice cream shop?" She asked kyo nodded and jumped down "sure" he said and they both made their way to the city.
(Short time skip)
Kyo and Rio reached the ice cream shop got their ice cream. Both of them choosing vanilla as they were enjoying their sweet treats they were greeted by a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Hello" she greeted. "Um.. h-hello" Rio said, Kyo just stared and observed her "are you Kyo and Rio?" She asked. "Who's asking?" Kyo spoke.
"I just came by to say hello" she smiled, "my name is Star it's a pleasure to meet you" she said. Kyo just looked at her. "Do you mind if I hang out with you?" She asked.
Ichiro x male reader(Name) ran for his life through the forest his only source of light was the full moon illuminating the night sky. He jumped over tree branches and stumps taking deep breaths he had been running for a long time without taking a break.
He couldn't take a break he had to keep running no matter what. He soon tripped and fell over "your a fast runner (name)" a voice chuckled. (Name's) eyes widened there's no way he could have caught up to him so quickly. But there he was hanging upside down from a tree the vampire boy ichiro.
"Are you done running?" He asked, (name) got up slowly and just stared at ichiro. 'It's over he's got me' (name) thought. Ichiro hopped down from the tree and used his vampire speed to appear behind (name) he ripped off (name's) shirt and pinned him to the ground.
"P-please l-let me go" (name) begged. Ichiro chuckled lightly "afraid I can't do that" he smirked leaning towards (name's) neck. He licked his neck before sinking his fangs into his neck.
"S-stop p-please" (n
male reader x mitsukuni chapter three'Great' (name) thought 'i come to a school meet a few people and now I'm being trained to become a host can things get any better?' No don't be fooled these aren't happy thoughts.
(Name) looked around the room observing everyone hikaru and kaoru were sitting at a table, kyoya was on his computer, mori was reading a book, tamaki and haruhi were talking and honey was sleeping.
'Looks like a kid acts like a kid and takes afternoon naps like a kid it's hard to believe he's seventeen' (name) thought walking over to honey senpai before he got to close to him tamaki grabbed his arm.
"What are you doing?" (name) asked "don't get to close to honey senpai" tamaki said (name) could here a little bit of fear in his voice. "Why?" "Honey senpai wakes up in a very bad mood after napping".
(Name) looked at mitsukuni and back at tamaki "fine" he said (name) noticed that mitsukuni's bunny rabbit was on the floor and picked it up.
When he grabbed it mitsukuni had woken up and tamaki ran behind the couch
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic b
A Rapist Wears PinkA rapist can wear lipstick, make up, dresses or skirts,
Her nails can be painted brightly, her eyes can still harbor hurt.
A rapist can walk with heels, that click as she drags her feet,
A rapist can have a feminine voice, that comes pouring from her vile teeth.
A rapist can be a woman, that much should be clear,
Yet a few ignorant people, will choose not to adhere.
A rapist can pick her victim, as easily as the next,
She can claim she’s just lost or stranded, then force you into sex.
A rapist can cry wolf, as long as she cries feminist first,
A rapist can ruin your life style, make day to day living worse.
A rapist can put you in jail, with one tear of her eye.
A rapist will claim that you’ve hit her, that you wanted her to die.
A rapist is a liar, she hides behind her make up.
A rapist will be in your dreams, even when you wake up.
A rapist has the ability to avoid the clutches of the law,
A rapist can claim you’ve hit her, if you didn’t stand for her at
The gentleman with the paper napkin rose!Lonely and heart broken,
I was that night.
I walked out of my hotel room,
right into the bar and into it's magical atmosphere,
beautiful belly dancers,
I sat down and got me a drink,
wanting to drawn,
all of my feelings,
my love, my life.
wanting to be cold,
not wanting to feel anything,
betrayal is a painful
thing to remember!
So I wanted the ability to forget,
since forgiving was much too soon
for my broken heart.
So intense was this pain,
many years later
I still carry it's scars.
and without looking I was at the distance,
welcomed by someone's interest...
There he was looking at me,
and for the longest time
I could not look away, I got hypnotize
by his Indian eyes...
From a paper napkin he made me a flower,
I thought of this detail for hours.
He walked to me and reached for my hands,
placing the object of his creation between my fingers.
He must have made this flowers a thousand times,
because as he did,
he never stopped looking at my eye
everything is temporaryi have never been one to yell, it hurts my throat, or maybe i just lack the passion to get that mad at something. you always did bring out things that i never knew were inside though. we had matching bloodshot eyes, and the same fuck the world attitude running through our veins as if the world owed us something. it didn't then. but it does now. my blood is thick and burning and i want to try and flood it into yours to get the colour back into your cheeks that i just watched drain. i kicked the wall, and opened the window and screamed at the sky-scrappers and i don't know how the world can just keep fucking turning without so much a skipped rotation or a fucking stutter.
you turned small, minor things into giant fucking events that made my chest even tighter. a tickle in my throat, a spreading wildfire on the nape of my neck, a distinct lack of words or feelings to anything more than a lingering heaviness. i lost count of how many times i contemplated stepping in front of that car, bus,
My alter-egosYou see, I have these beings in my head I call alter-egos. They're parts of me that appear whenever I need them. They represent me, they come from the deepest side of my soul. It might seem crazy, but that's the best way I can describe them. They're very different from my other OCs (Vince, Renka, Alice, ete); they're very special to me. Sorry, I'm not good at explaining things myself...
Keiko: can I? Can I explain it? Pleeeeaseee?
Okay, go ahead.
Keiko: okay, we are special beings that live inside Sandra's mind. We were formed of her subconscious, so that makes us different of her other OCs she created herself. We're here to protect her, to make her feel better when she has her episodes of depression. Recently, she decided to make us public because we told her it was a good idea.
Now we will show a list of all the alter-egos Sandra has:
-Abyss (Gloomy Apocalypse): Demon
-Angel (Pulsar Majoris): Male version of Sandra
-Astrid (Star Lollipop): Birdwing
-Dana (Harmonic Holic): Human with
... and nobody cares.Can you see these empty eyes, screaming for help? No you can't.
Oh come on, you're not sick! I can't see it! Your answer was. You're thinking of me as a malingerer, don't try to tell me otherwise. You think I'm one of the comfortably sick to get through life easy.
Have you ever asked yourself why you (still) live? What is worth for living? When all problems hail down on you at once and you threaten to suffocate, seeing all your plans and dreams destroyed, you won't consider giving up, don't you?
Come get your ass up, lazy f*ck and get a job again, I once heard you yelling at me. Afterwards I'm asking myself – do you, so called friend, even know me at all? Do you know that the pressure of my past has crushed me into an unstable pile of mood swings, suicide thoughts and psychosomatic sickness? Probably not, because if you'd know me you wouldn't hurt me with your words.
But there are loads of therapists out there, don't whine into my ears any longer, go get your hea
Prayer For PeaceThis is not a pledge for peace, though I wish it was.
A pledge is adhered by everyone, those low and above.
I guess this is a prayer, something that I hold true,
A prayer for peace for everyone, for peace for me and you.
I’ve seen this world and its twisted ways,
I’ve seen more than 295 lives vanish in just days.
I’ve heard of the bombs flying across borders,
Making the lives of the innocent, quick and sorter.
I’ve seen the leaders of the world turn away,
Perhaps they’ll help out if they’re given better pay?
I’ve seen planes vanish, and fall from the sky,
I’ve seen their families mourn, their villages and cities cry.
I think to my self, is this the world God has made,
Is this the world we live in, if so, what have we paid?
We’ve ruined it with wars, hatred and destruction,
We’ve plagued it with chemicals, violence and combustion.
So I do not ask, nor pledge for what I want,
But I pray for peace, for a world that is so gaunt.
fellow adventurers and others who want to donti know its been a long time sense she commited suicide but i just recently found out about Amanda Todd the poor girl she just couldnt handle it anymore i wanted to say that it gets better i should know and today im gonna tell you my story
it was an ordanary day in the dew household yes dew as in mountain dew anyway i was deppresed tho that wasnt unusual for me knowing my past it was diffrent this time it was like my deppression was worse then ever i went into my brothers old room to look at pictures because hes at collage so i was missing him then i noticed his clouset was open now ya see he had a real sword in that clouset and i saw it i thought to myself i-its to much i cant handle it anymore i picked the sword up and almost drew it getting ready to drive it right through my 9 year old chest but then i thought to myself why am i doing this all its gonna do is make my family missrable and i dont
am I in love ?I think something's wrong with me, no matter where I go I still have the same miserable and emotionless expression my face and most of the things I say are insults.
I think it's because of my childhood since I was always alone because of my shy nature and when people try to be friends with me I always turn them down because I don't know if I can trust them.
But one day this girl wanted to be friends with me so I said we can be friends, we've been friends ever since that day and whenever I'm with her I'm always happy and smiling and laughing.
I think I'm in love with her but I'm afraid to tell her because she might not feel the same way and we can't be friends anymore.
When I'm with her all the sadness disappears.
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