The MadnessMore Like This
After the incident I began to feel- strange
My chest burned
My mind deranged
My well being...
But I cannot let this harm my cool!
My reputation will be ruined!
I'm always the coolest between us
The one who doesn't resort to violence when the other irritates you
My head is pounding faster and faster
The little devil is growing
it has become even more devious, deranged
he's been in my way so many times
But in a way, I say that it has helped my a little
That one day when Crona was harmed
That scar began to burn
It took over
The black blood
The madness made me fight.
It caused harm
not just to me or to my friends in which I fought against
But to my cool
When I snapped out and had immediately regained my cool
You hit me
I wish this could stop
That all of the black blood can go away
But it cannot happen
not right now
I guess that I should just learn to live with it
But I just wish that it can go away
because it's not just affecting me
it affected you as we
HOT N' SOUL - Home New Home IMore Like This
HOT & SOUL
Soul Eater & Heart of Wildfire mix fanfiction
Logo & Story by G. Michel
Picture by Annria2002.deviantart.com
Disclaimer: SOUL EATER and their respective characters are the property of Atsushi Ohkubo and SQUARE ENIX. HEART OF WILDFIRE's characters are the property of Gregory Michel and Bessy Romero. This story is written for the sole and non-commercial purpose of fanbase entertaining.
HOME NEW HOME, part I
The black 1969 Cadillac Deville convertible was rolling throughout the desert with no difficulties caused by the sandy and dry road. It climbed sand dunes as if it was a child's game, nothing to it. The radio was tuned up to some good old rock n' roll. As the music went to Bob Seger's Old Time Rock n' Roll hit, the young driver pressed on the pedal driven by the song's rhythm. The day was hot, blazing hot, but that didn't seem to bother him, neither his passenger.
"How do you think Death City is?" asked the passenger, her long orange hair blew by the wind.
Bored [ England x Reader x Scotland ]More Like This
[Name] lounged about on the plastic-covered couch, humming the melody of her favorite song. Normally she was a very energetic person, but when she agreed to help England with a few chores around his house, well, she had no idea it would be this....boring. He had given her a feather duster, and lead her into a particularly dusty room about half an hour ago.
"All you have to do is straighten up a bit. Is that alright?" The Brit had lead her into one of the smaller rooms in the back of his large house. She nodded, assuming she'd find some old costumes or some treasure from his pirate days, or perhaps some old pictures to blackmail Alfred with.
"I'll come back later with some tea and scones." He smiled at her and walked away, not noticing her bubbly face change into one of disgust. She didn't mind helping him, but punishing her with his food was a little too much.
After gagging a bit, [Name] began to explore the room, and soon found there was really nothing of interest other than old paper