NOT MINE ITS ZEESKEIT ON ao3 Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words "POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC" splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, "are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don't think-I'm not sure-what if I can't write poetry?" Mr. Sam's dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it's not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it's about if you want to." or: The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts. NOT MINE ITS MY ZEESKEIT ON ao3

It's written in parkour!! I made this for the funnies.

Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes Steve and Bucky get into a relationship with a childhood friend. It was an unnatural relationship it was something people of their time had never seen nor accepted. But they did it anyway because they were inseparable all three of them. They were in love. Nothing would change that.

"He's not just hunting us." Colby said. His hands were gripping the sides of my arms. Tears cupped his eyes. "He's ruining our lives." _ _ _ _ This is a sequel to the story, 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭? [ᴀ ꜱᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʙʏ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ]. Don't read this before you read that. It is also on my account. Many TW's. Little self harm, murder, bodies being burned, kidnapping, demonic sacrifice, suicide. Graphic description of violent scenes. Please be careful if you are sensitive to these topics.

"SAM LISTEN TO ME." I yelled He tried to say something but his voice was cracked with sobs. "SAM DID YOU HURT SOMBODY?" I yelled at him. He looked directly into my face as my hands gripped on his shoulders. His eyes wide open with fear. "DID YOU HURT ANYONE." ... "I did it for us." ______ Please note that this is my first story. If I have any wrong grammar or misspelled words, there's no need to point them out. This story moves very quickly in a short amount of time. There is a second book after this one that is out and able to read now!

Never lie to Dazai.

"Since how many days you haven't slept , chuuya ?" "That's none of your concerns, dazai!!"

It's based off another book I have on my other acc @minibitxh-

Pezzy, Droid, Grizzy and Puffer were meeting up with Smii7y, Kryoz, Wildcat, 407, Panda, Soup and Blarg at TwitchCon. It was set to be a normal convention weekend, some drinking, some games, some laughs, some fun. Until on the second day, an earthquake hits San Diego. The group see large, unnatural beasts stalking the streets, tearing apart every person they caught. Pezzy just wanted to get back home with his friends, to survive the escape from the city. Would they get free? **this is for fun, I don't ship any of the guys irl. It's why I do mostly mythological AU's because it's completely unlikely for anyone I write about to be involved in those situations. There's also not a LOT that shows any romance, I think one or two kisses the entire story near the end**

he woke up here. no memories, no awareness, unsure of the day, time, city, country he was in. he had to follow rules. if he didn't, he would hurt. physically, emotionally, mentally. an echoing voice telling him he didn't matter, he had nothing out there. no family, no friends. did he even have friends? did he have a family? he didn't know. a familiar knock on the door. hurried motions to slip his blindfold on and press his back against the wall. the screech of the metal. a thud? "Pezzy?" ⚠️⚠️ no irl shipping, that's why all my stories involve some kind of magic/supernatural creature because there's no way it can happen irl. Mentions of violence, darkish thoughts, ptsd ⚠️⚠️