Schizoid Stories

There will always be that secret and dangerous society which chairs over every world. And it is true dire straits if this society is connected to the delusions of those who wanted to create their own version of Wonderland. With this twisted fate, comes one of the deadly kings of this Wonderland's Underworld - the Black Rabbit. He is an estranged young man whose sanity and background is questioned by many. But he is only one of the faces hidden behind a mask in the tumultuous city of Fiore. Truly one of those many, who is about to make Lellie's life...very,very complicated.

Kaela was cold, uninterested, withdrawn, and aloof. If you don't believe me, ask everyone who knows her. Elle was warm, loud, caring, confident, and many other things, but she was most definitely not Kaela. Let's follow the story of how Kaela became Elle. Picture is not mine, there is swearing in this story, and I hope you enjoy. This content is mine, but is based on the game Oblivion, it's awesome.

Into the thoughts of a schizoid

"I don't love you, and I will never love you, so stop expecting and just leave me alone!" He screams, making me widen my eyes, as tears fall stream to my cheeks. "I don't care if you feel love at all. I love you and I want to continue loving you until the feelings stop, so please don't push me away..." I begged, looking him at the eye. He flinched, shrugging my hands of his arms, leaving me breathless. I want you to love me, but there's nothing I can do, so just let me love you, Jungkook... ........ She just wants to be loved. He just doesn't know how it feels. Emotions.. Which some has and some doesn't... What happens when she falls for someone who cannot feel emotions at all? Will she be loved? Will he ever feel love? Emotions.. ---- Impressive Rankings: #1 on rosekook #2 on Schizoid

Nepeta and Femkat do things and possibly fuck up the timeline.

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Histoire très longue qui s'étend sur plusieurs années. [en cours]

When words are none other than knives Precisely, a double-edge sword When words are no telling of lives Those I tried to convey but left mute To the world ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This is a compilation of poems I wrote over years. I am autistic with aspergers tendencies, also mild dislexia and Schizoid. I have an inability to convey my emotions or expressions like other people did. So, I try to write this, even now, as a media of learning. #wattys2017

Ciel has by no means had an easy life, and is in turn left with a shell of his former self. Withdrawn and emotionally detached, he is unable to obtain any meaningful relationships or find much else enjoyment in his life. One day, he receives a strange letter threatening those closest to him, and unable to contain his rage, he attempts to deal with the threat without his skillful butler. He receives things he never expected, and learns more about himself... he also finds out things about his butler that will forever change him and his life...

LOSING IDENTITY: Welcome To My Mind (part 1) That wasn't me. That wasn't me at all, I was wearing a mask, playing games, hoping to seem like a better person than I really was, making even more mistakes than I normally would, banishing all my dignity, my feelings and my high sensitivity along the way. The sensitive intuition. I saw so much but admitted so little and this was the result. I didn't like myself! I didn't care about the pain I was experiencing and just went on with my life, thinking that it would just pass somehow by itself, lying to myself that it was nothing, it didn't matter. Getting in touch with him again had become more important than my reality, my relationships, my bachelor thesis, everything. Little, very little did I understand the obsession under whose influence I did all that Google searching, asking people, ranting, overthinking and asking the ultimate question: "What exactly did I do wrong and how the hell do I fix it?" And I said to myself: "I WILL find out. I WILL fix this." On the outside, though, nobody noticed shit unless I decided to tell them myself. I took pride in it. And that's how I became a stalker, basically.

LOSING IDENTITY: Welcome To My Mind (part 3)

it even writes.

A story where izuku has a quirk exept he cant use it himself but it can only be used by his split personality.

There's a name on his lips, accompanied with a number on top of white, soft mittens. Due, Sette. Familiar, even if not in the right language. And even then, it took him a couple weeks to piece it together. Tsu, Na. It's the Japanese for the numbers on the mittens. His name, or so he thinks. It sounds right, and he can now at least give something to other to call him. (Or what would happen if a Sky couldn't feel anything at all? Will he be able to have Elements if he can't form attachments? Tsuna doesn't know but he wants to at least try.)

When Sherlock is left alone, without a case, and without John, he falls back to old habits, habits John is yet to find out about. Sherlock falls into a put of self loathing and John is the only one who can pull him out.

"Okay, this is it." Ramawee thinks that it is time for him to confess his feelings to her long-time crush as he gets closer to where Ramida is "Da? can I talk to you for a minute?" Ramida nodded and said "okay what is it?" Ramawee felt the coldness of her gaze and continued "Da, I like you hope you will give me a chance to be your boyfriend" She stilled and walked out That was the last time they talked. Ram saw her back walking away it is clear to him that she left with a cold look. "I'll understand, I understand you" as he softly uttered those words