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Shadows... The silhouettes of charred trees stretched out their willowy arms to the clouded heavens, mirroring your own abysmal want for solace and guidance from any providence that would care to listen to your pleas. Amongst the whistling of the wind and the sonorous rumbles of volcanic plains of Lost Izalith, the ominous cry of a demon traveled with the air's current and into your safe haven, reminding you further of your long, fearsome journey ahead, across this bubbling lake of lava. The hot veil of smoke carried with it a putrid smell through the long tunnel in which you sat, one of burnt flesh, rotted corpses, and the odor from demons

A hunting past~ Your P.O.V "Whee~! Higher mama, higher!" the four-year-old girl squealed as you kept pushing her on the swing. Tough the duo has had a blast today at the nearby park, it was getting late and thus it was time to head home. "Alright, I will sweetheart. But it's soon time to go home (daughter's name)." you informed the child while putting a little extra force into the last few pushes on the swing. "Aww... but why? I don't to go home. I want to stay a little longer mama." (d/n) whined before the swing slowed down. "Can we come back tomorrow?" cue the girl giving you her best puppy look. "Of course we can, we'll stop by tomorrow

           “First up, 23 and 4!” Doflamingo calls the fighter numbers after pulling them from a hat. You and Kid relax, sharing a glance as you wait outside of the ropes. The fighter’s hesitantly get into the ring. Doflamingo strikes the bell but neither move.            “We didn’t join to fight to the death.” Number 4 says.            “I see.” Doflamingo’s smile doesn’t falter as he lifts his gun and shoots the fighter in the head. Everyone jumps in shock at that. “Someone toss him off please and…. Number 35 take his place!” He chimes.            You and Kid

Nothing. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you worked, no matter the hours of sleep you sacrificed to the gaping jaws of the hospital, even if you offered your soul to the devil himself, there was nothing you could do. On one hand, the game played within the walls of the ICU was one only for the bravest, the savviest - the ones with the hardest of hearts - a game to salvage as many lives as possible from sickness and injury. Death was a cunning, expert player, often lurking around the corners of every room, ready to strike at any moment, taking yet another patient from your clutches. You grew accustomed to losing. After all,

         “As great as this game has been so far, I almost kind of hope the lights never come back on. If that happens, we could all go twice or something. It'd be like fourteen minutes in heaven instead of seven!” Without missing a beat, Lance grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet. “Sounds pretty great, doesn't it? You might even get the chance to be my partner that way.” The very second you opened your mouth to answer Lance, someone started speaking over you. “What's all this? The Paladin's threw a party, and they didn't see fit to invite me?” The familiar voice echoed from the back of the room, s

Low tier demons take the form of shadows. Many of them are benign and simply need to be guided back to their home. Mid tier demons can take the form of both animals and humans in addition to being shadows. Their human disguises can be easily seen through by a Slayer's eyes. Many will not become aggressive unless they become fixated on a human. BEWARE: A demon should be disposed of immediately if they show signs of wanting to take a human with them to their world. Mid tier demons that are our allies can be identified by a Mark. Even if they are allies remain cautious of them. High tier demons are to be avoided at all costs. They will usually

Never in the history of the world did anything feel more relieving, more satisfying, more rejuvenating than the magical act of sitting down. After running around all day, administering medications, ambulating your recovering patients, wheeling patients down into the surgical unit, attempting to conjure up trying questions for the student shadowing you that day, taking a quick moment to sit, breathe, and catch up on your charting. On an average day, you were proficient in keeping track with your documenting, because you hated nothing more than staying overtime just to chart unnecessarily when you could be home catching up on sleeping. Now wa

        Only now returning from ending the last turn, Tamaki quickly glanced around the room in search of the next player. After what was only a few seconds, but seemed like an eternity, he politely extended a hand to you. “Good afternoon my dearest Princess. Would you be at all interested in being our next player?” “Of course I would.” Taking his hand with a nod, you excitedly rose to your feet. “Then please, be my guest.” Still holding your hand in his, Tamaki escorted you to a table neatly lined with envelopes. “Now all you have to do is simply choose an envelope and allow fate to guide you. Good

As Long as She's Smiling He'd always liked to perform. Always. Whether it was for a large crowd who hated him, or even just in front of his own mirror, he loved preforming. When he could put on those sunglasses, that suit, put his hands on that guitar and sing, he was happy. Of course, he could understand why some people wouldn't like him. He was talented, obviously, he was probably the best singer he'd ever heard, but he understood why he was subjective. He didn't look like the type of guy to sing. He looked like the type of guy to bash in faces of singers because they were "lame". When someone saw him normally, they'd cross to the other

Draco Malfoy X Reader: Avada-Kadavra (One-Shot!) Hogwarts You were told to meet Draco Malfoy at the Astronomy Tower, Draco was your boyfriend but something had been troubling him lately. You were waiting in the tower, you suddenly saw a tall thin young man with thick blonde hair and bright grey eyes. You smiled and ran up to Draco about to kiss him but he pushed you away from him and took out his wand pointing it at you, you had noticed that his eyes were all puffy and his eyes were beat red as if he was crying. “Draco what’s wrong?” You asked looking at him worried. “A-Avada… A-A-Avana… Kad…R

"I have a big exam next week so please: Don't come into my room unless it's an emergency!" "Okay~!" "You got it?!" "Sure, sure~!" You shaked your head and walked to your bedroom. Your boyfriend Chico has to be the most carefree person you ever met in your entire life. "Seriousness" is a foreign word for him. But you still love him. His blond hair and magenta eyes... His sweet and caring personality... You can consider yourself lucky to score such a gorgeous guy. Still, most of the time he acts pretty childish and did everything to gain your attention. It's getting annoying after a while. You locked your bedroom door and focused on learni

        Slowly stepping down the old, concrete stairs towards the underground cells, you quietly called out to the sole prisoner kept within. “Hey Musashi?” After waiting for a response for all of a second, you called out to him again, this time, just a little louder than before. “Musashi, are you awake or should I come back later?” “Yeah, of course I'm up. Why wouldn't I be?” As you stepped closer to his cell, Musashi quickly pushed himself out of his lounging position in order to greet you. Just like every other time you came to visit him, Musashi welcomed you with a smile so gentle and so warm, you coul

As you exited the jet you saw two tall men standing in front of the exit. One of the men was an African American who was bald and had a black eye patch on his left eye. Although he wore an eye patch, you could tell he had dark, chocolate colored brown eyes. He was about 6 feet tall which explains why he could wear a long, leather trench coat that almost reached his foot without him tripping on it. Is he a pirate or something..? You thought curiously. The other man was white wearing a black suit with a black tie. His hair was the type to change color in the sunlight which explains why he had light brown hair but when he stepped in the sunlig

Song that inspired me to do this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Hf-1rtYPjjE "Augh when is this god forsaken lecture going to end?" you groan under your breath as your professor goes on and on about the human brain. A sigh escapes from your lips as you lazily pucker your lips and balance a pencil/pen on top of your puckered lips."The capacity to "read" another person's emotional status, predict what they will do next or recognize what they think that you are thinking represent among the most important talents of the human brain. In a society where human interaction often determines success such abilities are highly v

〖 If he is the sun, then you are Icarus. 〗 “Remus?” The sudden voice erupted and it caught Remus' attention, and he glanced towards the owner of the voice and arched a brow at her. [Name] closed her book, setting it aside on the table. It was true that Remus and [Name] were studying for the upcoming O.W.Ls; but who said that they couldn't take a break? “Yes?” “Do you know about ‘Icarus’?” [Name] suddenly asked. It was no secret that [Name] had a certain fondness when it came to Greek mythology. In fact, she would always be interested when it came to talking about Greek mythology

 You had drank too much. Even in your current state, you knew that. You jumped up off of the bed, with Judal following you, trying to pull you back, muttering things like, "You are too drunk to wander off," and "Hey, you drunk idiot, listen to me!"       You almost stumbled over in your drunken stupor. You leaned on Judal for support who gave you a venomous look in return. You pinched his cheek, "Hey Judal..."        He slapped your hand away, "Looks like someone can't hold their weight in alcohol..."        You giggled, stupidly, "Don't be so grumpy~! You are really hot- oh, you know you are better lookin' than Gabriel! But screw him a

   It was your first day of training as a sniper, and you just didn’t feel like functioning. Sniper had instructed you to get up in time to leave at daybreak, and be prepared for hot weather. You had clambered down from your bunk in the female dormitory sleepily and got dressed quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. The female spy in the bunk beneath yours snored gently in her sleep mask with a tiny smile on her face. You envied her.    Once dressed, and after a stop by the bathroom, you carried your work boots down the corridor to the main living area. You slumped into the long sectional couch and set to the task of putting on and laci

NinetailsxReader .::Quiet in the rain::. The soft sound of your footsteps accompanied by the rain surrounds you, causing you to smile. Rain had always been your favorite weather, on account of the fact that when it rains, not a lot of people were out to make noise. Noise from the city nearby was quieter and you rarely hear the honking of cars and the steady murmur of the crowds that seemed to always occupy the streets was close to nothing. Your lips turned upwards as you turned a corner and caught sight of your pokemon sitting on the walkway. You call out to the boy, but he doesn’t notice and instead continues to look out at the gard

“He’s super cute but I can’t bother with guys right now. I have more important things to do. Not to mention that he hasn’t shown any interest whatsoever.” The raven-haired man leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She stared at him dumbfounded. “Well, we might have kissed and stuff but I’m not into relationships and this kind of things. It’s just too much trouble. I told him and he started laughing.” “Be mine.” “But…” He pulled her in his arms and buried his face in her hair. “I need you. Only you.” She melted. “Okay, okay, we&

"Hmm..." A airy sigh pushed past Rod's lips, transforming into a light hum as he gently closed his pink lips, beginning to chew the flesh of his inner cheek gently. His one arm was propped up against the window sill, large hand supporting his chin as he stared dreamily out the window, pale blue of his eyes glazed over and unfocused as Rod lost himself in his thoughts. Allen, Rod's closest friend and the man Rod was supposed to be visiting, stared at the blonde though the thick window of his glasses with a less-than-amused expression, shaking his head at his friend as he took another sip of his tea. Rod had been like this for weeks now, and,

The weather had turned cold. So wonderfully cold. Wisely had never really cared about the seasons before, but now... Now he loved the chill in the air, the crisp leaves, the biting winds, and gentle snowfall. He adored the wintry, shortened days because they almost always brought about his favorite activity. Cuddling. Whether he was curled up against the Millennium Earl's pillow-like stomach, or piled on top of a complaining Tyki with Road, snuggling with someone on a cold day was his ideal use of time. Of course, he did have a favorite cuddle partner. A partner that he currently held in his arms, a blanket wrapped around the both of them,

Crepuscular light, rustic oranges and vibrant violets, gave a serene feeling to the more often than not chaotic office space, marking the end of another day. Desks long since vacated, papers put away, void of bantering; though it's not the first time you've been the last one to leave, it's silence is a foreign entity --one that reminds you just how much you prefer the quirky, and sometimes obnoxious habits of your friends. In the midst of your scribbling, you pause to survey the room, only to intentionally stare at the desk across from you. It wasn't hard to imagine Dazai's reclined posture, or even his hunched one as his head of unruly loc

Fire Emblem: Awakening (Gaius x Reader--Cravings) Gaius cursed himself for not replenishing his stash of sugary goodness when he had the chance. He had a bad craving for some candy. Knowing it would only get worse if he didn't tame it now, he began searching for someone who'd have sweets of some sort. The pick-pocket went to Chrom first, hoping he'd have some lemon drops or hand pulled taffy. Chrom sent him to Lissa, who might have a piece or two still. She apologized for eating the last of the peppermint sticks. The princess suggested Ricken, who referred him to Henry, who jokingly pointed him in Frederick's direction. The Great Knight offe

            “All this running back and forth over and over again is starting to feel like a workout.” Standing in front of the group, yet again, Yuffie let out a loud sigh. “I could really go for a pizza right about now too, but I guess that will just have to wait.” After a quick glance around the room, Yuffie left her spot and stood in front of you. With a wide smile, she took both of your hands in hers and pulled you to your feet. “Come on, you're going to be next. You should already know what to do, so don't let me down!” “Oh don't worry, I won't. I've been waiting way too long for this turn.̶

        “Well my dear students, it seems we've come to the end of turn number two. But fear not, for this is just the beginning of turn number three.” Proudly standing in front of the waiting participants, Mephisto Pheles looked over the group. “Now, which one of you want to be next, hmm?” Less than a second after he asked the question, a smile spread across his face. “How about you?” With his eyes locked on yours, you knew there was no one else he could possibly be talking to. “Sure, I guess that's okay.” “Then what are you waiting for?” Chuckling to himself, Mephisto Pheles becko

    People who didn’t know him well would’ve never imagined that he would want a family. He normally stuck close to himself, never really opening up unless he was around close friends or his beloved brother. For a long time, even you didn’t believe he had any interest in having a family.    It seemed like only days ago when you had first met him and when you did, you had no idea that he was actually one of the most feared men in Ikebukuro. In a busy such as that, no one really bothered to stop and apologize when they bumped into someone. Everyone except for him. At first, he turned on you with an angered look on his face b

The breeze whispered through the trees, rustling them just enough for the red and golden leaves to break and float to the ground. A grey blanket of clouds covered the sky, only revealing a pale glow along the horizon and a flew flecks of starlight within the cloak of midnight blue. The more darkness settled over London, the brighter the city grew, teeming with nightlife, brimming with those who indulge in the pleasures of the night, the delights only offered by the dark. From a far distance, the noise of crowded streets reduced only to soft murmurs and hums drifting through the city, creating a far more peaceful atmosphere than one would see

Waking up with Zen is like... The first thing you notice when you wake up is the lit up screen of your phone - messages from the RFA, and maybe more requests for interviews - on the bedside table across the bed. It takes a moment for you to realise that it’s not yet dawn. The second thing you notice is how warm you are. It's not suffocating hot, but the kind of warmth that reminds you of home - somewhere you feel you truly belong, so unlike the apartment you spent your days in when you first joined the RFA. The third thing you notice is the person you're curled up against. It's not the soft comforters that you pile up beside you when

✧ todoroki shouto x gn!reader ✧ soulmate AU where whatever you write on your body appears on your soulmate, too. hey. Todoroki bit his lip as he looked at the black ink that appeared on his wrist. He'd just come back from an unpleasant meeting with his father, and although he knew you did nothing wrong, he couldn't help but feel agitated. He didn't write back; instead he tried his best to ignore it. what happened? Soulmates, huh? At first he thought the idea was complete bullshit. He thought there was no way he was going to be happy with having someone assigned to him, but as time passed by, he got to know you. don't ignor

please listen to this while reading this piece ! ♚Slowly, gently night unfolds its splendor, Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Pipes from the organ roar as he sets out orchestrating and polishing the notes for his next enchanting piece. The tip of his quill dances across the thick golden parchment that was pushed against the music stand as he makes an edit in the tune, the shoulders scratching against the texture as the slit bleeds black, glossy ink, while the light vanes and barb kiss and skim against his leather hand. His vigorous gaze was set reverently on the staff of his music sheet, which seemed be misaligned with clefs a