The Signless final sermonI have been peaceful.More Like This
I have been kind.
I only dare to speak what
others have been dreaming for so long.
I had dreams to. Dreams of
what might have been.
Where blood was simply blood.
And all of us were equal.
If wishing for that is herricy, then "yes" I deserve to die.
I've seen acts of the most sublime kindness, and the most vile cruelty.
They say powerful beings find anger when they have no room for love.
What made you so?
Are you scared of change?
Scared of those who are different?
I realize, I am different from you.
I have known feeling that none of you can ever hope to know.
I have known the comrodery of a friend who supported me against all odds.
I have known a compassion of a guardian who took me in who no others would, and raised me to dream and hope.
I have known a love and passion that transcended definition.
There is no use hiding it now...
You all can see me for what I am!
The signless, the sufferer, the mutant.
My blood burns brightly for all to see.
It is a flame of a re
Take Me Skyward (Link x Reader) Ch. IMore Like This
"Love is measured not by how much by how much you say it. It's measured by how wrong you feel when you realize you didn't."
Ah, life. What a blessing it is. To wake up each morning, healthy and able. To take in fresh air and feel warm sunshine on your skin! To be greeted by friends and loved ones alike! To turn your eyes to the wide open blue sky and dream of your bright future!
Ah yes, life. What a blessing it is.
Or at least, what a blessing it would be if you weren't currently lost in a foreign, strange world with the one person that you despised more than anything else.
Needless to say, life for you couldn't be much worse.
But of course, life wasn't always out to get you. No, before all this, you had the perfect life. One that was humble, yet enchanting in its own way.
-- ~ --
Your name is (Name)
Jack FrostXReader: Dr.FrostMore Like This
(This is an even that could have been one of the event that takes place during my first Jack FrostXReader fanfiction, but it can also be independent.)
You sat in bed, blowing your nose into a tissue. After you were done with it, you tossed it into the trash can that was sitting by your bedside. Groaning, you scooted back down under the covers and closed your eyes. Not that it helped though; Your head still pounded with aching pain.
It was the third day of school after Christmas break. You still couldn't believe that you'd caught the bug that was going around, and it was even harder to believe it happened on your first week back at school! You had so much work to catch up on...
Suddenly you heard the familiar sound of your window opening then closing. This sound always told you that Jack Frost had entered your room--something that he did quite often after you had established quite a friendly relationship with the boy. You felt your room grow colder and you felt like telling
[Prologue] HoNk :o) Human!Gamzee x ReaderMore Like This
You saw a new kid in your high school, He had shaggy dark hair, three scratches on his face
and his shirt covered in paint.
'Cute' was a word that came into your mind the second you saw him. Then you noticed the
principle behind him
"New kid's in trouble already, adorable" you whispered to yourself. You let out a small chuckle
and then he saw you. He smiled and winked. You blushed lightly, smiling back at the new
kid. The principle was talking to the secretary, you and the boy were smiling. Having a
conversation just by looking into his eyes. This went on for a while longer, you giggled
and he smiled then winked again. Then you were interrupted by Robert.......your boyfriend.
he held you form behind and nuzzled your neck
"What'cha lookin at babe?" he asked glaring at the new male without you noticing.
"Nothing" you said quickly turning back to face him.
I got into trouble with the principle just because i had to take a waz and i had no idea
where the b
Possessive!Gamzee x Reader - Birthday UndergroundMore Like This
You stared at the ceiling in your bedroom. At your old house, you would stare at the window and watch the morning sunrise. However, your windows had been bored up months prior to this date, so there were only a few rays of sun able to escape through the cracks in the boards. The nails that held the maple steady were rusted and bent. It was as if you were some kind of convict trapped in a homemade prison.
It took you a moment to collect yourself, but your rubbed your eyes and slowly pushed yourself out of bed. Your legs and back ached from last night’s grueling rounds of ‘playtime.’ You noticed that Gamzee had already gotten out of bed. He was probably making you some terrible concoction of a soper cake and slapping a pretty pink bow on a [f/c] faygo.
Oh, that’s right, it was your birthday.
A birthday wasn’t really something you cared much about anymore. You enjoyed your birthdays as a child, growing one year older, ready to be treated like more than