"Show me just how beautiful snow is, Mark. Show me red-cheeked children who make angels on the ground and magic that these winter flakes cast upon our lonely selves. Show me that gentle breezes and warm, misty breaths exist. Show me that feeling when snowflakes kiss your skin and makes your teeth chatter. Show me the beauty of the silence of winter" "I don't want to show you coldness that burns" ... In which a patient on a hospital bed meets a singer on a stage through the love for the melancholy of snow

i'd never felt more stuck in my life, before him that is. i couldn't get out of this cycle, this schedule. i felt bored, but exhausted at the same time. i felt the longing, aching, need to do something, anything. but i didn't know what, or where to begin. until a boy with curly blonde hair and his friends moved in next door, "an escape from some sort of past," he said, and i didn't understand it at the time. i couldn't have prepared for the tidal wave of changes in my life that "past" would bring.

platonic- having a close relationship in which there is no romance that's what luke and rose were for years- best friends who would rather give up an organ before thinking about kissing one another. until one day, the thought doesn't sound so terrible anymore. it could either end very badly and ruin their friendship forever, or it could be the best thing to ever happen to the two of them. whatever the outcome might be, the two can't fight much longer that they are anything but platonic. ---------------

In which a troubled man with a dangerous future meets a selfless girl with a horrifying past. Who knew they would be each other's saving grace? WARNING- This story will contain mature content. ~~~~~~~ "You don't scare me," I braved a strong face as my voice nearly caved and demolished any chance of him buying that. "Oh yeah?" He smiled at this, finding nothing but amusement in my words like the narcissistic control freak he was. Luke stepped forward, cornering me against the hard wall so I had no chance to escape. One hand was pressed against the space next to my head, while he slowly brought his other hand up to my neck. I was frozen in fear and confusion as to what he was about to do, when he suddenly took two fingers and pressed them against my skin. I could feel my pulse thumping against his touch, wishing I could do nothing but slow down my erratic heartbeat to help my case. But with Luke's fingers burning the skin of my neck by his touch and his close proximity to me, I felt like I couldn't breathe properly. "Then why is your heart racing, troublemaker?"

"you're so hot" "kiss me then." - She was mysterious and quiet and he wanted to know why, what he didn't expect was that he'd be so deeply wrapped up in her world. A world where everything was in place, yet so confusing.

◤ SEMIDEUS SAGA #02 ◢ Elysian Oracle - the oracle of Elysium, the highest oracle of the realms. The Alphas know it isn't over. The Gods are constantly up on their sleeves, giving them missions, perhaps proving the Alphas' loyalty to their deities. What is it with the deities lately? The mortal realm is in for a big surprise after the demigods learn more about the war that has happened. Unfamiliar voices and faces will slowly reveal the truth about what the world will soon become: a battlefield. Our heroes will have to sacrifice something for the sake of their future... or is it a someone?

≫ T̵̡̞̰̺̙͐̑͆ͅḫ̶̡͙̹̞̰͍̬̳̓͌̏̚ę̶͇͚̳̙̙̺̮͛͛̈͌̉̉̚͠ř̴͔̘̜̰̈̏̽͗̈́̒̀̈́ͅę̷̺̝̺͕́͜'̵̲͈͍͚͗ş̸̣̜̼̻͓̹̱̽̈́͌̾̏ ̴̨͎͔͔̱̰̻̘̊̀̄̉̈a̷͇͔̣̣͎̖̎̍̔̑͂̂̌̕͝ͅ ̴̛̹͙̜̻̻͗̔͗̂͒̈́̏̕͝g̵̤̪͙̎͂͝l̷̞̒̀̃̐̚͝ï̴̙̬̻̮̪͐̈́̃̎̈́̔͝ͅt̵̠̘̖̯̽c̸̤̦̪̺̏͌̈̕ͅh̶̛̤̖͍́͘ ̷̣̲͕͎̺̽̀̏́̓̾i̶̙͍͔̟͇͔̺̗̅͑̒ṉ̵̰͝͝ ̴̧͖̩͎̹̙̼͖͓̓̃͂ẗ̸̨͚̹̯̜̫̟̣̰̥́̎̎̋͑́͠h̶̨̞̼̪̱͚̾̾̐͛͆̀͐̊̓ḙ̷̒̿̌̔̉̓̔͝͝ ̷̭͈̘̲͇̣̗̌͛͊͋̓͗s̸̡̧͓̦̯̳̰̖͑́̀̑̉̿̀̄͜͠ý̴̯̟͎͙͚͇̠̣̯͑̆̍͆͛́s̵̯̬̜̤̬̾͂̂t̴̩̗̒̎͗͑̚e̵̢̱̻̰̳̩͍͙͊͂̉̉̐̎͑̍̇͘m̴̛̟̩̦͔̰̰̤̯̹͕̿̍̇̓͑͛͘ ≫Eight agents are their mission to find out what's caused malfunctions in the world ≫ "Pink is so not my colour." ≫ ɐʎɓuɐʍ⋊ oʇ ǝɯoɔlǝM

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ dysthymia /dɪsˈθʌɪmɪə/ persistent mild depression ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯ ───── ❝ alexithymia 2 ❞ ───── "the eclipse of our relationship was just history. you don't belong in a world where our eyes are plagued with war and our body's are created from selfishness" "if war was the sun and reputation was the ground, let harmony be the sky. and when the night falls, let the stars become our audience and the moon our protector." "and after the sun rises...will it be chaos all over again?" in which the the two rekindle for a fight against morals + mafia gang au + sequel to alexithymia