Placebo Stories

Okay, so this is a different version of in Love and Death, if Bert wasn't crazy. If you don't want to read part 2 of IL&D you can just start this off from the Chapter My Sweet Prince on the first book. If you don't remember what is going on, reread the book but if you haven't read it, go do that. This goes out to all the people who started hating me after this made Bert look like the bad guy. I know for a fact he isn't a bad person at all, I just started typing and couldn't stop. This story starts right after the whole thing between Brian and Zoe, when Bert finds her with Brian. This time, something else happens.

Can love fight demons and win? Brian Molko/Stefan Olsdal. A/N: Hello soulmates out there. This is my first story in Placebo's fandom, so I am keeping my finger crossed and I hope you like it. Feedbacks are more that welcome, I'd love to know your opinion so don't be shy, it takes few moments :) I thin thi will turn out a two or three part story, telling about just an episode of an imaginary life of Brian and Stefan toghether as a couple, but maybe it could become a long fiction, it is on you. xxx Allie

Inspired by the masterpeice that is the milk fic

A/N: Several things have been altered in this story; such as record labels and personal relations. Chad Gilbert bears no existence in Hayley’s life, Gerard’s marriage is falling apart, light bashing is included, the Rockers are one big family and Tommy Mottola is the spawn of the devil (although that already is a solid fact…). PS: it’s based solely on fiction, almost none of its events have actually taken place. Warning: the story gets dark and somewhat twisted as it progresses. Summary: in a world where corruption is the dominant constructor, manipulation is needed to keep it spinning, and the ultimate weapon is the media. Ignorance prevails among the masses, and that is exactly how it’s meant to be.

This is the old poem collection of mine. Created in 2015. There were flaws and mistakes in here but I'm glad I did it. Flaws and mistakes are what people are. "Writing this collection is somehow a restoration of feelings. Although, as you know 'placebo' itself is more in mental relief rather than its actual effect. But, to get an actual effect, mental must be strong at first. During restoration, of course I can't avoid weaknesses. But it doesn't mean that weaknesses is fragile. Basically, weaknesses can be 'delicate'. All you need to do is 'handle with care'. In certain times, you can't ignore the power of placebo. Especially in a very harsh moment in your life."

Please deceive me this time - 3racha (Placebo) A Yungi Short Story -ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ- Ficklehyuck -ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

This is dedicated to those who swim under water with their eyes open.

This book is dedicated to collect samples of your opinion for conducting research. Share your opinions here and I would post the results and the best answers once the research is over. Interested participants please spread the word. Write your honest opinions. I would do a read for read for all the participants. The books of the participants with best answers would be promoted on my page.

ㅡ sólo 19, y soñaba como si fuera a conseguir algo en realidad. © GibMirKraft on wattpad ₪₪₪ frerard + angst disclaimer : mención de temas sensibles

Describe una curación, mediante el placebo mental.

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Placebo: Medicine or procedure prescribed for the physcological benefit to the patient They say sickness is only in ones mind, that with the power of support and belief that you are already healed; that you will be. In my case, medicine healed my body, support healed my mind, memories healed my personality, but it was love which healed my heart.

La copia del sentir

Quella che ti offrii fu la tua prima sigaretta, una Lucky Strike rossa già fumata a metà, l'ultima di quel pacchetto. Avevi la divisa perfetta e quell'aria vagamente strana, capace di attirare tutte le ragazze della scuola, anche se chiaramente non era quello il tuo scopo.

Small little Mosdal fanfic. I've been inspired by so many others, so I thought I should write some. This also goes back and forth in time, so just be ready for that.

"I'm your miss moneypenny. Your personal assistant. How can I help you sir?" AU where Stefan is a secret agent and Brian waits for him after work... Warnings- guns (used more as an object than a weapon), sex (not too explicit, no references of actual sex)

Una storia d'amore insolita. I personaggi non stanno al loro posto e non fanno quello che ci si aspetta da loro. Siamo nel 1998 e per questi adolescenti è tempo di amarsi e superare le proprie insicurezze. Non sarà facile, anzi sarà difficilissimo per via di alcune diversità. Questo scritto parla di amore, di amore puro, di diversità, di abbandono, di problematiche che derivano dall'essere diversi.

Imprisoned, manipulated, weapons in progress. What would it be like to kill every creature you laid eyes upon? Having the ability to reduce a being before you to a crumbled corpse in a breath's worth of time? And what might a person do with an army of such weapons? Well, they are not like guns and knives with a free will and unbound limbs, these are dangerous people held back like puppets tethered to one hand in entire control, then left caught in a horrific dance in which they cannot break from. But what happens when someone is a puppet for too long? What do they do when they can no longer withstand being tugged by the strings, and having words echo from their unwilling lips? For some, the answer is to distance their mind from a body that used to be theirs. For others, it is to cut the ties clean off and disappear. As for Rose Lowery, she is not only bound by slackened strings, but she is also cast aside to watch others become victims to the actions controlled by those in power. Ask yourself, what does a marionette do when they are put in front of a pair of scissors? Does it truly snip itself free and leave unnoticed? Heavens, no. It loosens itself just enough to get its strings around the throat of its maker. *Note: The photographs themselves are not mine, therefore all credit goes to the original photographers (I couldn't find them by name)