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she's tired, and still fading in and out of consciousness. brendon sits next to the bed with sarah "hey kiddo." she blinks slowly "i'm sorry." (impossible year ii) - - - - - - completed 17 jan '17 [© kaleidoscope-memes 2017] mild language, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, alcohol use, mild violence, abusive relationship, kidnapping this is a work of fiction i take no ownership over brendon urie, panic! at the disco, my chemical romance, fall out boy, twenty one pilots, and/or any products or peoples in association with them.

He could just sleep right now, he knew none of them were going to save them, if anything, they were most likely dead, killed because he didn't comply with Monokuma's threats. No one in the game was going to save him, they saw him as a villain, his plan went perfectly. He missed them. He lay there for a while, thinking of what to do. Hoping for the small chance one of them escaped, he had trust in his subordinates, his friends. He simply waited for the light, and once it shined he felt his consciousness drift. "We found another one!" "How did you find more? We already accounted for everyone, dead and alive," "Which one do you think is stubborn enough to survive?" "Oh..."That bastard just won't stay dead will he?" this is crossposted from my A03 account, which is Sleepy_koko, I thought to put it here because why not. I will add my own art once I draw it, also like if I forget to post in a while and my a03 is updating, just comment a lot and hopefully, I will see it (though comments, in general, I love I tend to respond to all)

seven years from tyler's eyes

Kendra was not expecting to walk into her grandpas office to be told they were giving her to the new Fairy King. Since when was there a new Fairy King?

It was a solitary existence, sure. But it was happy. I was happy. I didn't want this, but now I have to retell it for my own sanity to be restored. If it's not too late.

The metal walls of the cell were all you had known for what felt like an eternity. The silence was deafening, save for the hum of machinery in the distance, but it didn't matter. Time blurred in this place-an endless loop of isolation and fading memories. Faces, voices, fragments of a past you could barely hold onto anymore. Every time you reached for them, they slipped away like smoke between your fingers. You were expendable. That much was clear. They had told you so when they left you here. Stripped you of everything-your purpose, your identity, your hope. What did any of it matter when you were nothing more than a tool to be used and discarded? But then, the offer came. A chance to come home. The words sank into you, digging deep, awakening something long dormant. You had taken it, of course-without thinking, without questioning. Home. A word that still held some meaning, even after everything. Even after the years of confinement, the isolation, the fog that clouded your mind. You had latched onto the idea like a drowning man grabbing for a lifeline. Now, standing inside this suffocating vehicle, the truth began to seep in. There is no home. Not anymore. The waves below you crashed against the hull, cold and relentless, as the lack of wind bit at your skin. The endless darkness of the sea stretched out in every direction, suffocating. And still, you clung to the thin thread of hope, the thought that somewhere-somehow-you could go back to something familiar. Your stupidity continues to amuse me You are expendable. Always had been. And somewhere-unseen, unfelt-someone was watching.

Basically a Heathers Au, done differently than other BNHA Heathers Au's out there. First time doing a parody, Please don't kill me!

This is basically a load of Hurt!Cas and Protective!Winchester Brothers fics. I love all of them!!!!

After a6d, they never wanted to do it again.

Prompt: Many times, after the death of Person A, Person B was found at the dead hour of a winter night sitting beside Person A's grave, almost frozen in the snow. Person A is Fritz. Person B is Prussia. We see Russia finding him, and they have a "moment". A drabble/ficlet. Maybe there's some RusPrus if you squint. Shitty title is shitty. Also this fic is old too, like a year or two old. There are a lot of errors in this and things that just aren't very clear but I don't actually feel like going back to fix it so my apologies. At this time I was just practicing oneshots because chapter fics have always come more naturally to me.

Idea was thanks to madkingpancake on tumblr! "Hear me out, Brock wearing dresses and skirts, and Brock just whenever he can playing with makeup. Brock being Feminine." ~~ The first time a dress majorly captures his attention happens when he's at work. It probably isn't the best time for it, but it happens anyway and his eyes stay glued to the silk dress the whole time he helps move the heavy ivory piano.

why not publish these it would be totally fun

Tord and Tom face the reason why they hate each other's guts. Turns out they got a lot in common Warning a lil bit of swearing, sfw Chapters will come as I work on them Don't mind my crappy writing ~ [cover art doesn't belong to me]

This is a creative short story I did for my English class. It's about friendship and the way it can change you, but I will be honest. This story has quite a bit of gay under-toning and subtext. It's boyxboy if you squint.

"The forest is nothing but trouble." That's all Dipper Pine has been told his whole life. "I won't go in." He agrees. This year is different though. He is sure nothing will go wrong. He'll go in, and maybe discover a new plant or species if he's lucky. He was definitely not expecting to find what he did. Now, he must crack a different mystery with the help of the victim himself. Though, things aren't what they might seem like... (This is a BillDip but it's not romantic and there are no established relationships)

La maldición se ha roto y el pueblo no es el único que busca venganza.

After being captured by the Marines, Zoro battles for the safety of his crew. But who will save him when he goes to far? Two-shot

Sombra is a master hacker. Jesse McCree is her partner in crime. Gabriel Reyes is tired of their shenanigans. Jack Morrison and Ana Amari just find this entire situation hilarious. What could go wrong?

uhhh they're gay ig