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I Must Be Dreaming by xXxNeonSoundxXx I Must Be Dreaming :iconxxxneonsoundxxx:xXxNeonSoundxXx 0 0
Clumsy [Tachibana x Reader] Stumbling
Hiding behind the large base of a tree, [Name] held her breath as she listened to retreating footsteps. Her gun was clutched close to her chest, as if having it there instead of in front of her would offer her some sort of comfort. She could feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of her neck, forcing a shudder from her as she counted down the long seconds it took for the opposing team's members to walk away from her spot.
She only let out a breath after she was sure they'd all gone.
Safe for the time being, [Name] allowed herself to slump against the tree's trunk. Her shoulders hunched over as she practically bent in half, curling into herself. She really hadn't wanted to come play Survival Games today, but after weeks of skipping out, her friends had finally dragged her away from home and onto the field. She couldn't lie about feeling sick any longer.
But she was telling the truth; [Name] really did feel sick to her stomach. No, she wasn't coming down with any sort of fever or ill
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Clumsy [Tachibana x Reader] Crashing
The picnic tables next to the Survival Game playing field were full, every single one of them packed with teams. Some had begun to intermingle, friendly conversations starting wherever two or more teams met. There was beginning to be no clear indication as to what person was on what team. After a while, everyone seemed to blend in together as one crowd that all enjoyed the same hobby. This would make accomplishing [Name]'s goal a lot harder for her.
"You have to do this today."
She was giving herself a pep talk, trying to calm the heavy thump of her heart in her chest. She could feel it beating painfully against her ribcage, every pulse only making the anxiety she was feeling more intense. The flow of blood through her veins was the only sound she could hear, all the chatter and noise from her surroundings being completely drowned out by her own nerves. Suddenly, she felt like puking.
"Maybe I should give myself some more time," she reasoned.
Turning tail, she practically ran for the b
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Clumsy [Tachibana x Reader] Falling
The flag was fluttering in the wind, the soft fabric caught by any currents that happened to flow past it. At first glance it seemed totally unguarded, but [Name] had quickly learned from past experiences to never trust what she saw at first. The surrounding trees would provide ample coverage for anyone staking out the flag for defense. She took a hesitant step forward, making a conscious effort to keep herself concealed behind the shrubbery she had crouched behind. The fingers of her right hand pushed away some of the branches, giving her a better view of enemy territory.
"Target is in sight."
[Name] was whispering to herself, speaking into the collar of her shirt as if there was a microphone there where her teammates could hear her. It took all her willpower not to giggle at her own ridiculousness. This was all apart of the fun, pretending that she was on a special mission. She shifted the toy gun that was resting on her hip, making sure the safety was already off before she swept th
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Clumsy [Tachibana x Reader] Tripping
[Name]'s lungs felt like they were on fire, the burning in her chest tightening the organ until she had to stop and swallow down painful gasps of air. As she leaned against a nearby pillar for support, she listened to the wheezing sound of oxygen filling her lungs. She let the toy gun she was holding in her left hand drop to her side, the hard plastic hitting her thigh with a muffled thump. Her right hand clutched at the front of her shirt, just above where her heart was, as she tried to soothe the pumping organ to a more reasonable pace.
[Name] should have never agreed to play in a Survival Game with her friends.
The fact that she was too out of shape to be constantly running away from—or in her friends' case, running toward—the opposing team did not bother her in the slightest. No, she had suspected from the very beginning that she would be tapping out of the game early on due to her low stamina. What did bother her, however, was that all of her friends—the ones who
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Focus [Damien x Reader]
The first thing to hit him was the cool blast of air conditioning that welcomed all patrons to the indoor mall. It sent a welcoming chill across his skin, raising up pinpricks of flesh in response. The pleasant temperature of the building was a stark contrast to the rolling heat outside and he was almost saddened by the fact that they'd eventually need to leave for the day.
The second thing to hit him was his very own excitement. It had been quite a while since he'd been out to explore the city of Chicago and even longer since he'd had enough money to actually shop at his leisure. He'd definitely have to thank [Name] for inviting him out on her little excursion; perhaps he'd be able to find a gift somewhere?
The third, and probably hardest, thing to hit him were the thoughts. [Name]'s, consumers, vendors, people walking past, people sitting still, the young, the old, even his own thoughts all intermingled in his mind. He could hear them all loud and clear, the sound of the mix a bit ja
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Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
First of all, thank you for visiting my profile. Out of all the many profiles on this website, you happened to stumble upon mine. I hope you enjoy your brief stay and decide to look through the gallery that I have worked oh-so-very hard on. Now, this isn't my fanfiction account, so I won't bore you with too many details about myself.

You can call me Neon. I am an amateur artist in many different fields. I love to draw, write, sing, act, and much more. I guess you can say the arts are my passion. I'm still learning however, so if you do decide to watch me I hope you will enjoy watching me progress throughout the years as much as I will enjoy it. I don't upload artwork onto this site often, but I assure you that when I do, I try to make it as good as I can so that you get 100% of my artistic abilities.

When it comes to giving comments, I don't really give a lot (I prefer to fave and run), but when I do give a comment I try to make it worth your while. This involves giving a meaningful comment on what I like artistically about your work or maybe some advice I think would help make it better. So if I offend, let me apologize in advance because I don't mean to.

For an artist website, this bio is already getting awfully long... I'll stop here, but if you do want to know more about me please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for you brief stay~
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"Make it a habit to tell people thank you. To express your appreciation, sincerely and without the expectation of anything in return. Truly appreciate those around you, and you'll soon find many others around you. Truly appreciate life, and you'll find that you have more of it."
--Ralp Marston

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Did you know...
Writing down what you’re grateful for — yes, with a pen and paper — has been linked in research to a multitude of health benefits.

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My goal is...
To take life one step at a time.

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Hey guys.

On September 7, 2014, I posted a journal that basically thanked every person who every favorited, commented on, or even read my fanfics. I posted a journal that thanked every one who ever decided they wanted to follow my work and see what else I could put out there. I wrote about how I was so shocked to have 100+ people enjoying what I do as simply a hobby. 100+ people who got enjoyment out of something I'm still pretty convinced I'm not very good at.

That was just the beginning. Over the course of last semester, the semester before that, and even the summer before, I hadn't really been paying too much attention to who was following me or who was favoriting what. I was just sort of logging on, deleting all my messages that weren't comments, replying to any comments I had, then going. I never would have imagined that I would get to the point that I'm at today. I recently just checked, out of curiosity and all, and you guys have nearly quadrupled the amount of people who read and enjoy my work. I'm at 300+ followers, pretty darn close to being 400+ and I have to tell you, I am honestly so shell shocked. I wish there were more that I could do to thank you all for liking my work and wanting to see more of it. I wish I could promise to update more frequently or on a set schedule. I wish I could know exactly what piece of mine was the piece that made you decide to follow me. But I know I can't. Set schedules aren't my thing when it comes to writing because if I were to do that, it'd feel less like a hobby and more like my job.

I'm not really sure how to end this journal. It's a little awkward, isn't it. I don't expect much people to read it anyway.

I really should thank each and every one of you individually, but this is the best I can do for now.

So thank you for being here. Thank you for liking what I love to do. And thank you for wanting to share more of it with me.

Thank you.

With love,

Journal History


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theresahelmer Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2016  Professional Photographer
Thanks for the watch 
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JEluvs2laugh Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday~!
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Tiacchi Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2016  Student Artist
happy birthday :D
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abvore Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hiya, hope you're doing okay!
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caeilius Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi i JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I MISSED YOU TOO!!!! i hope that you're doing well!
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