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Lost worldA victim bound to ropes to be scarred throughout the ends of his life
Sooner or later to be bound in his own chains with his scars, to disappear alone.
With imps and demons around to fight alone, the only weapon around is the environment, and a knife.
Imps with the power to possess their own victims, would only use him for their evil gain in a cursed zone and encourage
his hate to linger on.
With remedies of fulfillment and options on how to get them, there are many curses across the doors in the zone that is cursed, and each curse has it's own toll.
A binding contract between good and evil, a label between hero and traitor, a world that is the opposite of his birth and
the world that he was tied to within.
Nobody but yourself, can make you hate yourself for what you have become.
Healing light and sorrow of the past that he lost, never to forget that he had others who followed him years ago.
Fairy dust and healing memories of his sad and sorrowful past, a sorrowful of strong words coul
Winter pains and depressionsWinter pains and depressions
It acts like cancer and it takes what I want from me.
Pain and suffering, is the thing that follows me, day and night.
It will do what it can to take everything from me,
Make me feel powerless without a fight, easy to give in.
Never playing by the rules, so the game goes on, and the rule means:
Neither can I play by the rules.
You can't run from your curse that took you over
You can't run away from your past.
You can't escape from your nightmares, but the only thing you can do about it is fight it, or lose to it.
Win the battle of your life, and take the gain, or lose the battle, and learn from the mistake that was made.
Winter pains and depressions is a battle that follow around day by day.
By the flying daystar that I follow,
The battle that I once fought was a battle of win or lose.
The daystar that came to me,
Was the star that broke the depressions that I suffered.
The winter pains that flew like a thousand knives froze my soul
But the fire that I coul
Message to Mother and BrotherLiving up throughout a past of haunting memories, I once thought to myself that I couldn't do it, but my heart of good that I once had was torn apart. I thought I would be known for my knowledge and strength in my past, but if I broke my past from the friends I used to have, then that would mean that I would lose everything. I didn't have a end to give once my good was taken away from me. Every new friend I made, things got mysterious and suspenseful. It was like I was artificially being torn apart only to end up becoming a monster. I didn't really care on how much you knew, because when you raised me, you knew better before my father died. And I knew you weren't bad, you chose to let yourself fall for the corruption of my brother's dad. I do not like to be hostile, but you never understood me from years ago, and still haven't. Beating never solves anything, and that's why I have the problems I have. It doesn't matter what the reason is,
you were lucky to be supported by the stupid sta
Ice drops of sadnessWith crystal teardrops falling from the sky landing on the ground,
The drops of crystals represent the tears that I once shed.
With the crystal teardrops that were in my own hands,
The drops extinguished the fire that set is upon me.
With the crystals that I set on the table,
The beautiful and natural look of the crystals is a sign of natural friendship.
With the crystal teardrops looks as beautiful as light,
It glows with a strong natural presence that can be seen with a close look.
With a meditative look on the crystal, the crystal is a natural presense of healing.
With a negative and ruined look on the crystal, the crystal is a artificial presence of mystery.
With the crystal teardrops as calm as the wind, the teardrops are as cold as ice.
With the wind blowing at a slow pace, the breezing wind is as cold as snow.
As dark as the cold wind is, the journey of life begins on ends of many roads.
As dark as the moonlight is, the crystal teardrops drop to the ground to reveal a gifting su
Past memories of hateI'm asking you right now, you realize the damage you've done to me before? Because I know the damage you've done to me before over the years. You never remembered to take responsibility for what you are doing?
I did not learn my behavior from you, and I also did not follow my own mother, I follow my own path. But why did I choose not to follow the two of you? This is because my father is a belief that I share, and I know my father is in good heart.
This was before his death. That was before my stroke, which will soon be the cause of my memory disability.
My tears are not tears of blood, the tears are a sign of my cries for pomoschi.Vy never once wanted to help me as a family does, but you chose to break me down and let me be this "monster" that you wanted to see me.
Once I was a great person to you for years, and what you did to me made me change my way of watching you for the rest of his life. What you do not see, my true inner self. Because you're fucking blind.
I mean the business a
Corruptional mistShrouded in a mist of corruption and darkness,
I sealed myself away to prevent further harm from being done.
Shrouded in a mist of bloodshed and darkness,
I defected from the ways that I once believed in.
Shrouded in a form of a lifeless entity,
I take the form of my own and trust nobody.
Shrouded in the shadows and with a cape of darkness,
I throw the cape's dark inner power and break the corruption.
Shrouded alone in my own dark power,
I would believe in saying "Never step into this land again."
Shrouded down for many years and tormented,
I would become someone completely different, and it became true.
To this day, I would never in mortal time,
Would be on this land of corruption, ever again.
To throw the sickle forward and slice a bigger scar and inflict pain with a hammer,
The question remains shrouded in mystery of breaking the glass with the hammer.
The sickle to represent the monster I once was.
The hammer to represent the power that I once had.
The newfound star that I now know
The unforgiving blood of consolementThe opposing blood is the blood of a evil heart
The heart of a opposing blood that possessed my life
The life that once tore me apart, was the heart that destroyed my existence
The heart of one who needs console never gets console because of the broken seal
The seal that used to be the bond of family broke tears of pain and depression into nightmares of blood
The blood that drips down the heart of the body is the blood of the scars left in the family
The family is the bond that should of been consoled with in a heart of good
But rather than the heart of good, it had became a heart of evil in it's entity.
Rather than believe in the heart of evil, I eventually ended up being consumed by the opposing bloodlines.
Unforgiving and unaccepting with intolerance, the possession of the evil entity is a destruction left in my wake.
The wake of the bloody ruins of a once good heart, turned one heart evil, and left destruction in it's wake.
The bridges that were made by the consolement, were burned
Letter of the WindsQuestioning in the heart of my own body
Is the life that represented me before I grown into adulthood
As a child, I became a notorious person in the knowledge of everything
But as I grew up for who I was, I soon became a target for everyone
Only then to soon believe that someone would want to take everything from me
Unbelieving and unforgiving to those who tormented me for most of my life
I set a path to work alone and face my own fears and find my freedom
As I set my path to promise that I will mortally find my soul back
And earn my own freedom in the world that never was years ago.
In the tormenting days of the chaos that pursued
I was offered a chance to fight the chaos around me
Only to eventually be betrayed and broken into relentless bloodshed
Only of the defective cursed world that I live
I still bring in hope to myself alone as I choose the path that enlightens me.
But after the biggest moments that I have dealt,
And the consequences of fighting the ways of life, and the curse,
Vengeance's messageWith a eternity passing forth, I follow my path.
A path, that never ends through the journey of a grown man.
With every leading second, there is a path that I must follow.
And within the actual world, and very few to trust, there is no team for me.
There is only one team, and that person on that team is myself alone.
With a day passing ahead, I have much more to go through.
With suspicions leaking forth,back and behind everywhere,
Between the outside of family life, and the outside between others, it lies everywhere.
Calling myself a monster from what's been haunting me, I have only been believed in not
to trust others in sense of what others want me to do.
Yet it's words. Words that can be of disgrace, and yet, I don't bear a cross of either side.
Not the side of good or bad.
A side of working alone. A side where I won't follow the orders of those that I don't believe in.
Within the world, even the baddest people can get killed anywhere at anytime.
Even the trust in the family is some
Crushing Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
Song(s) ‘Smile’ by telepopmusik
Trust me, it fits the theme PERFECTLY
A girl in her early twenties thrust open the doors of her office job.
“I can’t believe this!” How could something like this happen to me!?
What the hell did I do wrong!
I got strange looks from other people around me as they counted their blessings hoping that I wouldn’t lash out at them.
“Oh, shut up!” I yelled, and their accusing eyes turned away.
I felt the heel of my shoe crack by the sheer force in my strides down the streets of New York City.
Can't Swim (America x Reader x Prussia)
"Wanna go swimming, _______?"
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Why not? You look so good in the swimsuit."
"Shut up, Prussia!"
You covered up your two-piece with your (color) towel. Your cheeks began to turn the same shade as Prussia's eyes as you looked away, over to the sparkling blue ocean. The tan and yellow sand squished under your foot as you stood up with your towel wrapped tightly around your body, showing off your womanly curves.
"Come on, ____! The ocean's really warm! Just ask Australia," America encouraged you, stopping you as he pointed to Australia in the ocean, playing and diving like he was having the time of his life.
"I didn't come all the way from Germany's house just to watch you mope in a hot bathing suit," Prussia said, and then chuckled. "Not like I'm going back, either."
You laughed along with him, but then gained back your confidence and walked past America, pride in your steps.
"Why won't you swim with us?" America asked, grabbing your bare arm. You swat away his hand, not
Reader x Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov
Magical: Before the Magic - Carmen's Story
“Before the Magic - Carmen’s Story”
by Jocelyn Samara D.
I awake from a strange dream. I can’t seem to remember what happened, but I think it involved a rabbit at one point. With big, glowing butterfly wings! A “bunnerfly” if you will. That’s happening a lot lately, actually. I haven’t been keeping track, but I’m pretty sure I’ve woken up with the same vague “I think there was a winged bunny” feeling for the last couple weeks. Not really sure what that’s supposed to mean.
But whatever. Who cares? It’s just a dream, and I’ve got a big day ahead of me. I’m basically starting a brand new life at school today.
I should say that I’ve always hated school. I mean, I’ve got no problem with doing the work or anything. My problem is more about the other people. And I mean everyone.
France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7][Male Name] [Last Name] was the prince of [Kingdom Name]. He was a rather handsome young man, complete with silky [hair colour] locks and dazzling [eye colour] eyes. He was the son of king Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Héderváry. Truth be told, he was adopted by the king and queen of [Kingdom Name]. [Male Name] was adopted when he was roughly ten years of age. Just a young, abandoned child. Roderich and Elizaveta had brought him their family, and brought him of them up as a respectable young man. [Male Name] was now eighteen, and was set to marry.
He was engaged to a princess from the neighbouring kingdom. He had never net her before, but he knew her name. She was Alice Kirkland, a Brit. From what [Male Name] was told, she had blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He had tried to picture her in his mind for quite some time, but he was unable to conjure up a decent image.
He had never wanted this arranged marriage. As soppy as it sounds, he had wanted to marry out o
Air Vents Clint x ReaderAKA Five times you met Clint in the air vents and one time you didn’t
1 When you first moved into the tower
It was hard to believe it had been almost a week since your cousin Tony called to invite you to stay at his tower. It was even harder to believe that it also housed the Avengers for the time being. Of course you had only met Bruce and Steve, seeing as Thor was back in Asgard and everyone’s favorite assassins were on a mission.
“I wonder why Tony made this air vents so large.” You mused aloud as you easily crawled through them. It was like he was asking for you to sneak into his lab and re-paint his Iron Man glittery pink and glittery purple. You were so deep in thought that you never even noticed that somebody was in front of you until they cleared your throat.
“You must be (y/n).”
“That’s me and I’m guessing that you’re Clint.” You replied smiling at him after blowing a stray
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
A Fan-Fiction by ketzle
It took all of your willpower not to scream out in agony. The pain was excruciating. All you knew was something knocked you in the head, hard. Now all you felt was the infliction that was brought upon you. You had never felt anything like it. The pain was like a searing fire that pushed its way through your skull. You knew that you were crying, sobbing even, but you couldn’t hear that. You couldn’t even hear your own voice as you comforted yourself.
You screwed open your eyes to see bodies lying motionlessly around you. Cars were turned over on roads and night lamps were bent in places that were not normal. You tried to pick yourself up, but your body refused to move. So, you just lied there and took in the crystal blue sky.
You're Special (Egypt x Disabled!Reader)
"H-hello?" you asked when you heard a small knock on the door.
"Yes, room service," a quiet voice said behind the door.
"Come in," you said, getting up and trying to find your crutches. Your leg stump began throbbing as you hopped over to the door, opening it. You smiled as a tanned face made its way into your hotel room, pushing a cart in front of him.
You sighed silently as his eyes slowly crept over to your leg stump, bandaged up.
You got that by a boat accident, where a bratty 14-year-old boy crashed into your tiny boat, also causing slight mental retardness.
And you hated it when people questioned or tried to look at your stump.
You were still human, right?
"Thanks for the room service," you grumbled, now grumpy because his eyes were still on your leg. You hopped over to the bed, sitting on it.
"What happened?" the man asked suddenly.
Your eyes widened at the sudden question. Everybody who questioned your stump would either come up to you and have a slight conversation before slow
Japan x Fem Reader So Long Part 2“I’m so late,” you yelled as you sprinted across the street, “Mr. Kiku, please still be there!” you bumped into a countless number of people and was almost hit by 3 cars before finally reaching the sakura forest, “Hello, is anyone here?!” you called, “Mr. Kiku please, if you’re there answer me! Kiku, no. This is all my fault.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. You cried for a long time before a hand gently lay on your shoulder.
“_____-san?” you opened your eyes, looked up and there he was, at least you thought it was, it was hard to see through your tears.
“K-Kiku?” he gave a small smile and nodded. You were so overjoyed to see him that you that you hugged him and cried tears of joy “Oh Kiku, I was so scared I’d never see you again. I missed you.” Kiku blushed.
You’re in my personar space again.” You laughed as you slowly
Lyneria's destructive fateYOU ROTTEN FATELESS COWARD!!!! Calclic said to Zerus, throwing a fireball at Zerus and beating him with his staff.
Do you know how much damage you have caused against my girl that I protected for the most of my life to make sure she gets
care, she gets training, and she gets what she must have to live?! And this power that you were given too, you better come up
with some answers or you'll being seeing yourself as a petrified statue in front of her own daughters and I'll have you incinerated!
Zerus is in the worse of his own life. After receiving power from Tara after the death of Mother, one of her guardians
Calclic, finds out and realizes that the body she lives in is in fact of a undead body. Troubled by the soul of Mother and by
the attacks that Calclic has made against him for the foolish mistakes, he sets and leaves to take his troubled path and find
Reiya to atone for the wrongs of the Konquestors battles, but now since Thayde and Lyneria have been destroyed in a full round
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