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The Night He Disappeared
"You know, sometimes I wonder which one of us is going to follow Master Lumina's footsteps and teach some brats what it takes to be a Master," Eraqus mused, as he laid back into the soft grass. "Tch. That's definitely going to be you. I've got better things to do." The dark-haired teen turned his head to look at his best friend. "Like what?" Xehanort didn't reply immediately, as if he wanted to choose his words carefully and weigh them, before voicing them. "I don't know. Don't you want to see more of the worlds's mysteries once you've become a Master?" Eraqus frowned. "What do you mean?" "...Nothing. Forget what I said." Eraqus said nothing,LiteratureVanilla Cake Mix
Pairing: CloudxTifa Disclaimer: For the FF7-RP "November" Contest. Rated: PG-13 Theme: Hunger ~ "So? I'm hungry for something else right now…" he muttered, his gaze fixed on her, as he licked his lips slowly. ~ _________________________________________________________________________________________ Tifa took another deep breath, the small smile evident on her flawless face, because the air in the always clean and cozy kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of almost baked cake. It was mouth-watering, really. She could almost taste it on her tongue by smelling it alone (which was why she was very tempted to just open the oven andLiteratureHe Ogles When No One's Watching
~ Cloud didn't bother to hide his smirk as he was pulled back into their shared bedroom. This was, without a doubt, the best birthday ever. ~ Rule 1. Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway; it's genetic. Tifa's hair was still slightly damp by the time she finally retreated to the bedroom that she shared with Cloud, but that didn't matter; by the time Cloud came home, it would be dry and straight again anyway (not to mention silky soft, just the way Cloud liked it. And she loved the way he would run his fingers through her hair). The raven-haired beauty glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, seeing that she still had an hour or so lefLiteratureAmnesia Completa: Bath
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~ "Fine, then I'll do it myself, as usual." ~ Rule 1. You can either ask us to do something, or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. "Hmm... Let's see..." Okay, so the room was fully decorated with red and pink hearts and balloons, and glitters everywhere (courtesy of Marlene). The cookies, drinks and other delicacies were ready to be served as soon as the guests appeared, and the kitchen... That was where she had to pause on her checklist. Tifa sighed deeply when she saw the poor state it was in. Unfortunately, some things would never change here. "Why is the kitchen in a mess, aLiteraturePoisonous
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~ "Is that natural?" he asks, carefully brushing some of Aqua's blue bangs out of her eyes, his fingertips touching her cheekbone lightly. It amuses Terra to no end that such a small gesture, a touch as light as a feather, has such a great impact on her, for her cheeks turn a faint pink the moment their skin make contact, and he chuckles.~ "Hey... Is that natural?" he asks, carefully brushing some of Aqua's blue bangs out of her eyes, his fingertips touching her cheekbone lightly. The softness of her hair is marvelling. It amuses Terra to no end that such a small gesture, a touch as light as a feather, has such a great impact on her, for her - Literature
O precious heart, marriage removed
O’ precious heart, marriage removed: the once-sharp corners of your smile dull, the glistening about your airy eyes dry, the playfulness you once exuded ceased, and the joyful glow to your aura dims just a little more each passing day like the last weeks of a collapsing star, no longer without a care, no longer without a repercussion in mind, parts of you I loved dearly I watch turn and walk away, the essence of you fading for ever and for ever from my fingertips’ reach, leaving me to love the husk of who you were, crackling like a leaf and crumbling inward like the molting exuviae from a locust when I go to embrace you and lean iLiteratureSynopsis - Genetic Reincarnation
Although it seems we never make it out alive, newborn societies reincarnate old generations by inheriting fragments of their creative drive. This is the Synopsis of Genetic Reincarnation; on our behalves they are reborn and so are we! Therefore a part of us does escape Life alive.LiteratureHaiku on Haiku
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“What is Time?” It is a temporary mathematical number whose initiated 1 is distributed between the living that goes and slows in and out of sync, and our dearest times that have their days increase less, decrease more until no more. Time… Its existence is unknown to every newborn’s shut mind’s eye that has not yet learnt understanding: Time’s distinct numbers get assigned to every embryonic beast and bug, to every nascent cosmic entity (supposed and identified), and to every womb-begotten individual by God (for you to decide is or is not a being or thing of eternal energy) that (or who) formed the aLiteratureSynopsis - Big Bang
The Big Bang is an emptied bullet shell, Once encasing, stuffed with life; Now its enigmas leave us spacing. This I know and I know it too well! God's swirling, spinning shot in the darkness is readied, and Big Bang shrapnel fragments will litter the cosmos, one banging into another with double-stop explosions. Bang! Orbs of light, creation scattered... By God; He pulled the trigger! "Dang!" all the world chattered, But doubtful men would snigger. Stars are God's smudged fingerprints in the void, And asteroids, childhood rocks He'd kick around In the dawn of creation now making their round.LiteratureLooking Out
Looking out from her revisited, marred quaint frame, she sees Vicissitudes in her troubled man's face over her eternal hiatus, Slowly tilting his wet forefinger to the moonlit brooding stratus Beyond the hissing curtains, reaching at heaven's tantalus glees. So there she hangs in winsome temperament within that picture, No more a freak-out nor deeply moved by silly self-discomfiture, Not ever erring, her airy eyes ever staring above the pendulum. "O' Lord," the slumped man invoked, "Bestow me love's laudanum From Thy everlasting divine analgesia for my mind's harried state To forbid these unwelcome, adverse moods trying to permeate!" Still th - Literature
The Language of Flowers | Oikawa Tooru
❁ Flower Shop AU ❁ This is another entry for starrymayflower (https://www.deviantart.com/starrymayflower) 's AU Reader Insert Contest !! [thankyou sososo much for such a great contest !!] ❁ Word count: 2622 “Good morning!” You’d already decided that the chime of Oikawa Tooru’s voice was too happy for the early morning before even stepping foot into the flower shop. Flashing him a feeble smile, you attempted to kindle a good mood within yourself - but to no avail. For the past week or so, it was as though a phantom spirit had taken control of your body, forcing the life out of you and thieving you of all motivation to even leave your bed. ILiteratureAdversary | Sawamura Daichi
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It’d been ten years. Three thousand, six hundred and fifty days. Ten years, and he was still distraught. His leather jacket was drawn tightly around his body, slickly camouflaging him into the surrounding darkness that pecked at his hazy vision. Streetlights being the only sure guide that he wasn’t blindly stumbling into a beast’s lair. His limp hair was strung across his forehead, as though it’d long ago became weakened from defying gravity. He didn’t blame it. His entire body was weary, as though he’d been running non-stop his entire life, his mere twenty eight years of living had made him as crippled aLiteratureRainy Days | Oikawa Tooru
i. "How much longer are you going to stay out there, Tooru?" There's a mild smile pulling on the corners of his mouth and tilting them upwards ever so slightly. His hair, usually floppy and soft is now plastered to his head and drenched. He doesn't know why, really. Why the rain always seems to calm him, why the feel of the raindrops falling onto his head makes him so calm, fills him with a tranquillity that he could stay in forever even if the rain gives him a cold; freezes him to the bone. He loves the rain, the mesmerising patter of it as it hits the ground; sometimes so fiercely that it bounces off the ground too. If there is one thingLiteratureLove | Osamu Dazai
It was quite funny, really; in a strange sort of way. An unknown warmth had overtaken his senses, a mellow warmth that had seemed to have grown in him; flourished into emotions he couldn’t properly decipher. Just a miscellany of emotions he hadn’t yet fully pieced together himsel. Emotions that were there like an infallible obstacle, constantly reminding him of their existence. He didn’t much mind that, though. For the emotion was a good feeling; superlative. It was ike a cosy fire that awaited him after frigid winter days that chilled his being to the very core. Like a warm mug of hot cocoa on stormy wintry nights whereinLiteraturereply please | akaashi keiji
TW: This story discusses suicide It begun with simple conversations between you two. A common interest, volleyball, was usually the main topic of conversation for the two of you, and you made it a priority to at least talk to him once per week. That priority quickly turned into talking with him at least once per day, until your phone’s battery was being wasted on nothing else but communicating with him via your most used app. Even despite the time zone differences, it was still a priority to talk with him once a day. But the first time you ever spoke to him, you had no idea how much he’d impact your life. Never in a million yeaLiteratureSorry | Kuroo Tetsuro
He wasn’t listening. He never was. Never when it mattered the most to you. Today was no exception, you’d noted that as soon as he’d exited the gym with his hands shoved into his pockets. Not a care in the entire world showing on his face. You walked alongside him, his confident strides taking up three of your significantly smaller steps on the pavement. In the entire time you’d spent within each other’s company, there had only been a brief exchanging of words between the two of you. Then you’d slipped into the routine of reciting how your day had been. Only stopping now, when you realised that he wasnRLiteratureThese Tears Persist | Shell Overlord
These tears persist, and they shan’t perish, for when they do, I fear I shall stop existing. For these tears have become me. listen whilst reading ☂ 0 | 전주곡 He lost his mother at five. Truth be told, he didn’t fully remember her, sans for her kindly face that seemed intent on haunting his dreams and the scent of her perfume that still hung around the closet in her long abandoned room. The castle was devoid of any trace of her, except for her one room. That small corner of her that wouldn’t be erased, for his father was too delicate, too fragile, to fully extinguish her existence from his soul. D
