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Mohandas Gandhi: The Architect of PeaceMore Like This
MOHANDAS GANDHI: The Architect of Peace
The Mahatma, the Bapu, the Visionary, The Architect of Peace.
As we celebrate the January 15th birthday of America’s greatest non–violent civil rights leader, Dr. Martin Luther King, we should also honor his mentor and role model, Mohandas Gandhi, who died on January 30th, 1948. Both of these Princes of Peace were taken from the world too soon by assassin’s bullets, the truth of their m
DelusionMore Like This
|Kaneki Ken x Reader|
Kaneki awoke to a bright, beautiful morning.
He exhaled contentedly as he burrowed deeper into the warm covers, an arm unconsciously reaching out towards the other side of the bed.
When his hands only grasped empty air, he cracked open an eye in confusion. Aside from himself, the bed was empty and the rumpled sheets opposite him were cool. Frowning, he pushed himself into a sitting position while rubbing his eyes blearily, trying to rid himself of the last remaining tendrils of sleep.
Not bothering to dress himself, he meandered out of the small bedroom and into the small kitchen wearing only his boxers.
There, a mug of coffee stood with a somewhat crinkled sheet of loose leaf laying on the table next to it. Lifting the mug with one hand, he picked up the note in the other, beginning to read as he sipped the delicious liquid.
Sorry I wasn't there this morning! I had an early class to attend, and I didn't w
Game [Shiki x Paranoid!Reader]More Like This
Another check over your shoulder.
The rain and fog meld together to create a thick blanket around you, making it near impossible to perceive anything beyond your nose. Despite your firm stance, your fingers tremble, ready for the next move, whether it be a grasp of the knife or curled fist. Swallowing your breath, you slide yourself against the slimy and cold wall.
The click of a heel draws closer.
And you look.
But, nothing lingers but the shadows of the alley.
Your heart throbs - Thump...thump... - It abuses your trembling rib cage, muscles clasping and tightening around it, tighter, tighter, until every bit of oxygen traps in your throat.
Tack...Tack... The footsteps come closer...closer...
Your eyes strain and twitch.
And you glance over your shoulder.
Fear surges through you faster than your heart can pump veins. Everything spins, despite your heels digging into t
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Haiku Hassle|More Like This
"I don't get it. This is dumb."
These words provoke yet another groan to leave your lips. You weren't certain as to why Ayato insists on learning how to write a haiku, but whenever you'd ask, he'd blow you off.
"Let's call it a day then, shall we?" you suggest, your patience with the young ghoul wearing thin. Ayato jerks an eyebrow, and expresses his disdain with a click of the tongue. He shakes his head, his hair somehow managing to get even messier from the action.
"No," he disagrees. "I need to learn this."
For what feels like the millionth time today, you ask, "Why? If you don't like haikus so much, why are you so adamant on learning?"
He rolls his eyes. In a way, he feels embarrassed. It's rare that he can't learn something quickly. If it isn't hands on, it takes an extended period of time. Not only that, but writing a haiku requires smarts, along with patience. The latter he practically never has.
"Just teach me already." His words have a bitter edge to them.
A Little Too Late. Akatsuki x ReaderMore Like This
Squinting your eyes to shield them from the harsh rays of twilight, you peered around the large tree trunk you were hiding behind. Many of the Night-Class students were already ushering themselves into the Moon Dorm, but the one student you were actually looking for, didn't seem to be present. “Hmm, maybe he's already inside. With my luck, I really wouldn't doubt it.” Thinking you must have crept by too late to catch him entering, you slumped your shoulders and let out a sigh. Honestly, even if you had seen him, you weren't sure how you would have gone about stopping him with the other students there to see you. Mumbling under your breath, you waited for the last remaining students to enter the dorm before leaving your spot and heading back towards your own dorm. “Well, this plan was poorly thought out and doomed to fail before I started.”
Clutching a small, brightly colored gift box to your chest, you quietly made your way down the n
Suppression [Yandere!Ginoza x Inspector!Reader]More Like This
Inspector Ginoza Nobuchika witnessed the play out of many crimes in his life. Worst of all, he observed the deteriorating mentality of those committing those crimes.
Some of these criminals fit every classic villain cliche like a kid’s jigsaw puzzle; the erratic behavior, monologuing their motives. Hell, some even emitted an evil laugh when their work was complete, as if they possessed no other form of expressing their madness.
However, others surpassed the bounds of silly, fictional archetypes. No scanner, no human perception could note the dark seed growing inside them. Diabolical, sociopathic, they wore an alluring disguise to avoid suspicion, to utilize others according to their will.
And then, there were others who suppressed their desires. Instead of creating ways to unleash the hell within them, they swallowed their pride. They listened to their reason. They conducted themselves as any normal citizen would, revealing nothing of the chaos within.
Ginoza believed himself to