Foresaken Stories

Hi idk what I'm doin' here -_-

Very silly Billy art because I said so <3

listen, I love Destiny, I'm obsessed with the game. I love the characters, story-line and gameplay. but then, they killed literally the best character in the game. I will not stand for it. So! what am I gonna do? I'm gonna write a trash fan-fic about how everyone lives and its happily ever after. Updates are iffy, as school sucks, and I'm still developing the story. also, this is NOT ROMANTIC. AT ALL. so if you came for smut or heavy angst, then you came to the wrong place I'm afraid. I'm going to do my best to make this a friendship that would form after three years, and from the interactions we have seen. Make sure to drink plenty of water.

this is double fedora context: mafiosos boys report that this particular gambler wants to have a chat with him mafiosos thoughts:what if hes making up for our troubles? he only shot once we were hostile and he looked afraid but not from us, more like if he felt watched. chances thoughts:I've been trying to propose a deal with the sonellinos im paranoid that if I dont atleast try to find safety my old friend could find me before anyone else does.

- Kurosaki [Kuro], a 16-year-old student spends his every minute trying to find out who took his mother. Feeling as though he'll never get anywhere, who knew that his alien white-haired, chiselled cheek-father would come down and help him? With such determination and hate towards failure, will Kuro succeed before it's too late?

Trisosceles loops Jason around the rock and clutches the forsaken round.

"The Time My Friends And I Had Crushes On Our Favorite Characters" in case it doesn't fit the title. This is a stupid story about a stupid thing my friend and I decided to write for no reason FYI: OC(?) X Canon, cringe, swears (a lot of them),

Malo'olehua is the fourth youngest of 14 daughters of Kuakea-kūʻolo, an esteemed chief of Kaunakakai, Moloka'i, which is an infamous seaport of great trade and rest between the fearsome channels that surround Moloka'i. She is the least beautiful, but the most like her father, taking up his mastery in carving and patience. Her life is threatened with an unsettling situation of heart and mind: marry the Fijian chief, Tui Namuta, or risk a war commencing that involves all who she holds dear. Ho'opae, an ancient and forsaken son of one of the greatest chiefs of O'ahu, is sealed within a pali to be utterly forgotten from mo'olelo and undisturbed, until a fool decides to wander to his lands and cut a beloved tree down. Will the lithe form that follows save the poor fool? Or will she save him? Forget what you think you know of Hawaiian stories. This will be written with Hawaiian meiwi (nuances) in literature. This is my heritage, and the story will be an instrument to express. Come with an open mind, as the story can progress and alternate as any mo'olelo of my people, and I will not translate for you. Please use the Hawaiian dictionary for any words or phrases that you may not know: https://wehewehe.org

Please Note: Not an actual story. These are just works of my mind put down on to something physical. It's often having it 'out there' that helps ease the mind and that is what I'm doing here. It's somewhat poetry? Maybe not the best, maybe not even that, but it's just little something's. Have a read, enjoy :) All of this is my own. Please do not copy my work. ~~~ -I'm blind for liking him. -No baby girl, you don't need glasses. No amount of magnification will be able to see what's within the best of someone. Only the openness of another's.

𝟶𝟶𝟽𝚗𝟽 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘. {𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵}

I've seen a couple stories around the site taking a timeline where Izuku turns evil as a plot basis. However, I'll admit, I'm not very fond of the direction that a lot of them take, so I'm gonna do my own. I feel like connection has taught me more about what I like and dislike in my stories, so hopefully this one will turn out slightly better. Criticism is welcomed and heavily appreciated.

(Pfp is a placeholder!) Veeronica tries to make the best of their eternal hell that was the specter's domain. Skateboarding around, eating Elliot's pizza, hanging out with her best friend Noob, getting repeatedly killed over and over by the killers. One round, while she was skating around and adding little graffitis on some walls, she saw the killer was 1x, gasping and grunting with pain and annoyance. Instead of running, like her gut told her to, she walked close, seeing something else besides a killer in front of her.

"Darling, do you see me now?" I whisper, as I behold his wedding, and raise to clap for the new couple, along with the guests.

still working.

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