Cerulean Stories

{Final Fantasy IV x Pokémon crossover} Contest entry

𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗇 & 𝗅𝗒𝗅𝖺.

Things I'd never let anyone else read except you.

Poetry of blue

⚓⚓⚓⚓ It's a given that my list of things that didn't go my way would grow. It was like a child, really; messy, always in my ears, and constantly getting too big to ignore. What did I know about proper parenting, though? Being alone in a big empty house since the age of ten made it hard to see what good parents looked like. I could only assume good parents didn't disappear, or let themselves be dragged off to an unnamed hospital as their son is forgotten and left behind. That seemed just a little sketchy. Despite my parents leaving me in poverty at such a young age, they always fascinated me. Like immortals that I couldn't put a face to, but heard about often, or at least remembered. I don't know what pushed me to take the first step out the door of my safe haven house, but eventually I found myself planning to go around the world. The hope was to meet these immortals--find out what happened to them. In theory, perhaps, but not in practice. You see, I'd been living under a rock for a good six annums. Actually, they were pretty bad, but that's not the point. As it turns out, a majority of the world is at the mercy of a growing organisation called the Cult, and naturally I should fall into their point of interest. Nothing is ever easy. Magic is only fun when you have it for yourself. And it's all so much worse when you have no friends and no special skills other than reading like words are necessary substance. The plan was to find something to better my situation. What actually happened was quite the opposite. Apparently everyday is a good day to Imperialize the Cult. My name is Cerulean. My situation has made me just a little bit blue--pun intended. ⚓⚓⚓⚓ A much shorter story, hopefully with a sequel, but a story nonetheless. Enjoy! ~Cover by Me~

+ i am a pebble in a sea of shells, but you still chose me + Vote, comment and read

Pendragon's Kingdom has fallen to mere silence with only Legends to make up for its mysterious history. War has fallen to an unresolved stalemate that lasted to the next generation. The only reason why I am somewhat involved with the war is because my father is a soldier serving under His Highness. That was all I knew. Why I am living humbly in a small village, why I needed to be as invisible as possible. I never knew the exact reason why. It was a question that I never looked into that developed to the tiniest hint of curiosity and eventually grew to an exaggerated sense of realization that maybe these Legends aren't at all exactly what they seem to be.

After nine years of not seeing each other in person, Ash Ketchum is visiting his childhood friend Misty Waterflower to spend the day with her in Cerulean city. Or maybe he's back for more...

A selection of quotes that is updated every Friday with a new theme for you to enjoy. Selected by ceruleanthoughts, the author of the A Closed Society series.

This is a book about the daimond cutters as memes

a collection of random poems.

Cerulean is a very special colour to me. Cerulean fulfilled me. But it also ruined me.

Imagine being given the gift of sight; the ability to peer into the world beyond, where the souls of the dead walk. Lingering in the very place you live, roaming amongst the streets of your hometown...Shades of a time long past and only you can see them. Such is the life of Anima, a young woman belonging to a race known as the Seers. She is literally one of a kind, being the last of the ones who can speak with the deceased. Though her kind was eliminated one by one and forced her to hiding, she continues to use her gift. Not only can she see the souls of the dearly departed, but she can view their complete memories; visions of the past. With journal in hand, she records all that she encounters, hoping the past will aid her in her present struggles. Follow Anima as she witnesses the memories of a free-spirited wolf demon, a tempermental demon king, a noble knight, a gentle young girl, an unfortunate author, a murderous thief, and more. ---- Collection of stories for a Crayola Colors 100 Themes challenge. Each chapter corrosponds with a theme on the list.

Evelyn Green was never a normal teenager. Well teenagers are never normal she always thought to herself. But she never knew she was weirdest of them all. Ever since she was a child she would get these dreams of another world. At first they were just flashes, nothing in specific. But as Evelyn grew, her dreams would become more elaborate. It was only when she was 16 did she realise that they were all about the same person. Selena. A person she had never met or seen in her life. So who was she? Why did Evelyn dream about her almost every night?

ce·ru·le·an /səˈro͞olēən/ adjective 1. deep blue in color like a clear sky ❝his cerulean eyes were the ones i fell in love with❞