Self-destruction Geschichten

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ In the dim glow of a smoky underground pool hall, where the air reeks of cheap beer and stale cigarettes, a girl with messy hair and sharp, tired eyes slouches over the green felt. She's only 16, and she looks like she's already given up on the world. Empty cans litter the table. A half-smoked cigarette burns between her fingers. Headphones on, music drowning out the distant chaos of Musutafu's hero-filled streets. She's not here to win. She's just here to waste another night. Because when your quirk is all about gambling with your own life... what's one more bad bet? ჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻

They loathe each other. Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo have been locked in a deathmatch since day one. Sworn enemies, fated rivals, forever foes-or whatever they want to call it. It's only a matter of time before the tension snaps. This story contains mature themes such as drug use, self-harm, and smut. #1 in todobaku #1 in bakutodo #1 in shototodoroki #1 in bakugoxtodoroki #1 in todorokixbakugo #1 in selfdestruction

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stuck in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

The Final Banquet Members, Immortal-unworldly beings that make up the universe, each representing life itself. Ali so happens to be as related as you can get to one of them: The 1st Banquet Member of the Sun. Although it's clear his sister will take the throne especially given he's the 5th prince he's still forced to learn his duties just in case. But Ali doesn't want that, lately for the last year a reoccurring memory appears in his dreams about a starry-haired girl who saved his life, ever sense then he's felt like he was made for some to and much more than this world can give him, like a special calling made just for him. This lead Ali to search for the girl in town, and on one of these days well he was undercover looking for her, a strange light guides him to a stand where he finds her, after that, although unwilling for him to come as she likes to work solo, the girl introduces herself as the last and final member of the banquet, the 11th member of Space and Time. She and Ali make a contract and that's where their journey across dimensions, time, and genres begin!

🏆x6 Awards! 🥇 First Place for most tragic character: Liliah, in the Pumpkin Picnic Awards. ✨️Second Place for Best Cover in the Cassiopeia Mini Awards. Proud to say What Was Held made the short list in The Original Muse Awards! I'm Liliah. Sixteen, almost seventeen. I hate being me. Why? Ten reasons: 1. I'm stuck in Muxleigh - a suffocating seaside town. 2. My mum only cares when it affects her. 3. My step-dad runs our house on fear. 4. I'm failing the person I love most: my six-year-old sister, Forsythia. 5. I don't know who I am... or why I'm here. 6. I attacked the worst boy in town - now I'm hated, and he's still worshipped. 7. My vice? It's leaving scars. 8. My mental health? Apparently I belong in a psych ward, ask Oriella. 9. Bexmoore was meant to be a fresh start. It wasn't. 10. I had two chances at something real... and I ruined them both. I'm at breaking point. Hiding in the dirt, literally, I'm not joking. What I hate the most? How alone I feel. Maybe telling my story means someone else won't feel like this. Before it's too late.

Everyone says Y/n Stark is just like her father, but she's never been sure whether that's a compliment. At Midtown, life is easy. She has MJ, her best friend and fellow professional people-avoider, until two academic decathlon nerds named Peter and Ned somehow turn their duo into four. For once, Y/n has something that has nothing to do with Tony Stark. Then she finds out Peter is the intern. The same mysterious kid consuming more and more of her father's time. The kid Tony praises, worries about, and seems to have endless time for. Everything Y/n has spent her life trying to earn. So Y/n does what Starks do best when something hurts and she finds a way to make it hurt less. Then she disappears for five years. When she comes back, the world has moved on without her, and Y/n is about to discover that she inherited far more from Tony Stark than his name. Some habits are harder to break than others, and old ones die hard. starkdaughter!reader | mcu

Riley's guaranteed to be a Caregiver, but what Little would want a Caregiver that has no time for them? None, of course. So, what does Riley do to solve that? Lie and pretend to be a Neutral, a new upcoming Classification open to all those who don't lean into any of the standard ones. However, when her Caregiver side gets out of control, and she starts to get judged for her decision, would there still be a chance to turn around? Or, will she be stuck where she is due to the consequences of her actions? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This can be read as a stand-alone even though it's a sequel to I'll Never Be Little. There will only be spoilers for the first book. However, if you've never read a Classification-style book before, I suggest you read I'll Never Be Little first. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB.

Heart-wrenching, lyrical, and achingly intimate, Collapse Theory is a novel about addiction, grief, faith, and the quiet ways trauma teaches us to confuse survival with living. It is a story about first love, the unbearable cost of trying to save someone who cannot save themselves, and the long, uncertain journey of learning that healing is not the same as forgetting. Because sometimes the greatest tragedy isn't losing the person you love. It's surviving them. Disclaimer: AI was used for any photos/book covers included This book is emotionally mature and talks about real life struggles including addiction. Please take that into consideration. If you're having a hard time, don't fail to reach out! You are NOT alone!

~A young couple's fears manifest as they consider their notions amidst an unexpected event. ~Every page represents a minute. Each minute represents a month/new stage of pregnancy, and the potential thought process behind it. I really hope everybody likes it. I been trying to show my stories for so long and this is my first appear to the world. I want to write films. Show the world what i can do. if you liked and you think i can do even more i would appreciate some likes and a comment. ENJOY!!

"I learned early that knives don't judge you the way people do." An upbringing so hollow that violence became the only thing that didn't ask her to feel. But the ruin came first. The blade just made it bearable. ~ 🩶 ~ Not intended to be perfect or entertaining, but rather created with the intention of showing deep emotions through a compacted version of descriptive imagery.

Everyone said Tom Riddle made people believe they could be extraordinary. No one ever asked what it cost. A story inspired by Sienna Spiro's song Pure.

Why is all she ever says lies? Why does she never want to talk about herself? Why does she never tell her thoughts? What could she be thinking? ❣︎♡︎♥︎𝐴𝑘𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑌𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜♥︎♡︎ ❣︎ The girl with the blank stare...

pregnancy, struggle

They are little things that I write

Losing your way in life is basically a right of passage at this point, right?

Prequel to Barbed Wire Psalms Carousel of Destruction is a series of raw, confessional poems about the cycles we swear we're done with... until they pull us back in. Addiction. Relapse. Temptation. Memory. Survival. Every piece is a snapshot of the spin- the chaos, the crash, and the climb back out. These aren't pretty stories. They're the ones you feel in your ribs. - Left The Circle I - The Pullback II - Downward Spiral III https://www.patreon.com/posts/barbed-wire-144840033?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

A compilation of poems, short stories, and descriptive passages.

Original content. :) "Please listen with what my heart is saying." -prgmtcpn ☆☆☆☆☆ EightWordStory @PragmaticPen, 2017

But was she right ?

What happens when you experience unrequited love with your "supposedly" best friend ? What if you discover as an adult that the person whom you considered as your best pal since childhood disconnects and ridicules you for not succumbing to his selfish interests? Being "Friendzoned" by your close friend can be extremely painful yet a vital learning experience. This poem is 'Nadia's'( name changed) message for her childhood best friend, 'Omar' ( name changed). It reveals her innermost joy and delightful experiences with Omar from her childhood days until 28 years of her adult life in Dubai where she gradually but painstakingly acknowledges the experience of being 'friendzoned' . Through the end of this poem, when 'Omar' begins to ridicule their friendship, she attempts to re-examine her journey and perspectives on friendship, self-respect and trust. This poem is dedicated to all "Nadia's' and "Omar's"...