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On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a

Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
This is for: ~bah1301

“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!

2p England x Insane!Reader - Chapter 1 - Purpose

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"color"
"red"
"where?"
"everywhere"
"who?"
"Mathew"
"and?"
"Me"
"who else?"
"Alfred"
"Dead?"
"Dead"
"feeling?"
"satisfaction"
"Feeling?"
"Happiness"
He sighed."You never learn DO you _____?" He grimaced as he stood up from his fold up chair."I suppose not." You retorted returning back his grimace but with more taste of hatred and dispute.He folded the chair and walked out the room,closing the door behind you.It had been years since you had seen the world,life other than your professor and the hor

Cassandra-81 C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready.

She didn’t know how long it would take, or how long

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Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long

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Note*= This is a Prologue.

You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.

Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,

Creepypasta X Half Wolf!Reader [Part 1]The tall being stroked through the thick trees; reaching out every now and then to shield his blank face from the scratching branches and twigs that snapped backwards and hit him with each step he took.
Everything was blissfully silent - save for the crunching of leaves beneath his shoes, the almost inaudible squeak of mice and the occasional crow squawking out its dreadful, distorted melody.
If he had a mouth, he'd let out a long, defeated sigh. He'd taken this walk not in search of victims - but to escape the beat-up old house that he shared with numerous other outcasts.
There was Jeff, the insane 'human' who couldn't quit smiling. It was hard to tell whether he was human or not, but Slender Man believed him to be. There was also that beastly dog, Smile. Then of course that immature little elf, or pixie, or whatever he was named Ben. And then there's Jack, Hoodie and Masky.
It was a house for all the misfits, outcasts, 'monsters'. It was the house for those who didn't belong with thi

PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon

imaginary conversations I“But it’s not like you just say, ‘oh, you have the attributes which I seek in a mate, so I will now proceed to fall in love with you.’ You can’t turn love on and off like flipping a switch. It doesn't work like that.”

“In a way, it does, though. Because any kind of real love—not a crush or an infatuation: real, deep, lasting love—centres around a similarity in the core of their being and the core of yours. You have to have a reason to love someone—to really love someone, I mean—whether it be their integrity or fortitude or kindness or intelligence or something else entirely. A

Brothers!Pru + Ger X Reader X Nordics - Part 5"So (your name)?" The Icelandic male spoke, placing a few of your belongings such as your books, writing utensils and other things onto a wooden desk that was pushed up the side of the wall in the spare room. Everything you had was mostly unpacked, and the room was finally starting to look as if someone lived there.

You glanced up to meet his purple gaze, wondering what he wanted. "You're taking things rather bravely..." Emil started, sitting on the edge of your bed that you had never slept in as of yet. He frowned at your straight face, wondering where all of your emotion's had gone. Surely, you couldn't have suddenly became like Norway. At

Brothers!Pru + Ger X Reader X Nordics - Part 4Matthias stopped the car. The whole car ride had been completely silent - which was a surprise considering Matthias was in the car.

You were now parked outside a large house - which seemed much bigger than the house that you and your brothers lived in. You stared blankly out of the window, thinking of the things that your family would have to say about it. Gilbert would probably comment on how 'big' and 'awesome' it was. Ludwig would probably just stare up at it with those pretty blue eyes of his.

Matthias lay his arms on the steering wheel as he pulled out the keys from the slot. "(Your name)..." He started, but flinched when you turned yo

The Master and His Butler RI Ch.6: The Last Chance

"My lord, you couldn't mean." Lau seemed very surprised.

"Yes."

----------- Somewhere in the town of London ----------

"Undertaker." You read the sign aloud that was on the building.

"So, where are we,” Lau questioned.

"You acted like you knew where we were going!" Madame Red sounded irritated.

"The only reason we came here was to ask the Undertaker few questions." Ciel headed for the door.

As Ciel opened the door, you scurried behind him and looked inside. It was very dark and there were piles and lines of coffins all over the shop. As everyone else came inside, you heard a creaking noise. Ciel

In your heartIn your heart- A letter to say goodbye

When the stars flicker and the moon shine, you know I’m looking down at you, over your shoulder protecting you forever. When the sun shines and the flower blossoms, you know I’m smiling at you, dumbfounded by your beauty and your soul.
Trust me when I say “I won’t go” but still trust me when I’m dead and gone, because you know in your heart I can never leave. I won’t break promises I swear I won’t lie, if you’re losing faith just look up at the sky.
Remember the good in me and forget all my scars. Make a wish to bring me from the dust and from the ash. Sorr

*Paranormal*Aberrant red infusion colours sky, inexplicable!

The New Monk-chapter 6-The sun was rising the other morning. The monks had to wake up early, as planned , they had to go to Jack’s evil lair to get back their stolen Wu. Omi, was the first one to get up. He went in the other monks rooms and woke them up. Kimiko, Lydia and Clay woke up, but Rai had troubles. While the monks were dressing up, Omi yelled at him

“Raimundo, get your backside up now, Master Fung must not see us!”- Omi said as he rushed through his room.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”- he said as he snuggled in his pillow and continued to sleep.
Kimiko went in his room and, of course, managed to get the lazy Brazilia

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51. Sport

by ~mortaz, Nov 15, 2009, 3:43:53 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction

He'd never been very good at sport... not for lack of effort. Him and sport just didnt get on. He always ended up falling flat on his arse or face. Basketball, Soccer, Gym, Track, Swimming... all of it. Though he'd always somehow managed to keep in shape. Now it was alot easier, jumping around the stage on a regular basis, and of course the... "exercise" he got when at home with his lover. That happened every night unless they'd had a particularly exausting gig. One of those times was now, Maya laying on his couch with Aiji's arms wrapped around him, both just watching TV, although the blonde was almost asleep, eyes half closed as he snuggled closer to the other, moving onto his side and burying his face agasint that firm stomach. His lover had always been good at sports, sometimes he went and played soccer with Miyavi and the GazettE guys as well as some other PSC people. They may be on a different label but LM.C and the PSC bands were very close. He supposed it had something to do with the fact he used to be their 'Senpai's' support guitarist. Besides, everyone in the music industry knew everyone else on a first name basis.

Suddenly Maya pushed Aiji's top up a little, letting his tongue dart out to lick his stomach, the other letting out a gasp and shifting slightly. Well... he supposed there was a sport he was good at... it might no be a recognised sport... atleast... not to anyone but himself. He licked the other's stomach again, making the older man laugh lightly, trying to squirm away dispite the fact that he was trapped beneath his blonde lover.
"Maya! Stop that! It's irritating! You know I don't like being tickled."

Yes. This was his sport... Annoying Aiji.

51. Sportby ~mortaz

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction

Title: 51. Sport
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Band: LM.C
Pairings/Characters: Aiji/Maya.
Warnings: Aiji Annoying.
Disclaimer: If I owned them do you think I would be WRITING about them? No. I would film them >D
Summary: Maya is good at his sport.

~Mikan-desu Dec 20, 2011

Haha so true. He al¨ways find a way to annoy Aiji ^^

*katdarkshines May 2, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Firstly kyaaaaaaa

and also lol Maya does have annoying Aiji to an art ^^

~MomoMeisei Apr 23, 2010

Haha. Aww, it's so true xD
He's so good at annoying Senpai<3

~mortaz Apr 23, 2010 Student Digital Artist

hehe yep!

~desperation Nov 22, 2009

Adorable! xD

~RoseRosa Nov 16, 2009

Once again, very cute but then again it is fluff lol.

Corrections:
excersize - exercise
lable - label

and you accidently put spot instead of sport some where.

Still very good.

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