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πŸ’:𝟎𝟎 π€πŒ ,, dragon ball by tearglaze
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𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅, π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’† π’Žπ’† 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’Žπ’π’“π’† 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝔬𝔫𝔒 π”΄π”žπ”Ά 𝔬𝔯 π”žπ”«π”¬π”±π”₯𝔒𝔯, 𝔦 π”΄π”žπ”«π”± 𝔱𝔬 𝔑𝔬 𝔰𝔬π”ͺ𝔒𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀 π”žπ”Ÿπ”¬π”²π”± 𝔦𝔱 ─ π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘”π‘œπ‘› π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜
Too Late To Say Sorry {βœ”} by Fukuyomi_Namikaze
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He knew it, he did. He didn't accept it though. He suffered the consequences, consequences that god knew he didn't deserve to suffer. He deserved better. If he was more careful maybe it wouldn't have happened, right? Who was he kidding, there was no back, it was bound to happen anyway. He couldn't stop it. The only thing he could do was hope that none of his secrets would be discovered. There were many, way too many secrets to hide when it broke though. One last push, one last insult, one last beating, one last tear and more importantly one last crack. One last push over the edge of the bridge. People say that everything can be fixed, but can a broken soul really be fixed? The answer to all shall remain unknown... until the late apology. Beware: male slash, bullying, language, Character death, out of character. I don't own Naruto. Kishimoto Masashi owns Naruto, only the plot of this fanfiction belongs to me.
Falling Under by poltergeist_people
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The soil of the realms runs with magic. Witches, wolfmen, merfolk, and dragons. Pirates and prince's, peasants and rebels. Curses and spells, bonds and contracts. The world is filled with odds and ends, the strife of humanity and the struggles of those who are not quite so. And beneath it all lies Umber. The kingdom of umber where the magic is strong and the mortals are few and far between. Where flowers talk and and fish learn to walk. Umber the land of great divide. The queen of red and the king of tricks. Two rulers at war where only one is interested in fighting. Two sides, two castles, two thrones. One land. Rivers of gold and rivers of blood, living chess and dying death. Umber is a magical place just under, Found by sailing off the end of the earth, jumping through the looking glass, or following a very lucky rabbit. A dangerous land where one never knows where they stand. Where the ground shifts beneath your feet when the clock strikes the hour. Where even those without can have great power. All one has to do is fall under to the land of Umber.