Sensitivesubjects Histoires

The young lady's conscious shook her ethereal body trying its best to subside her from its weak state, in order to awaken her mind. She had already receeded so far into her brain in order to avoid chaos and overwhelming feelings of distress. Preferably, she become a doll, lifeless and stagnant; it made things better. Either way, soon she would have to face the man that kidnapped her memories and shattered her porcelain body.

This is book two of a Solangelo Child. It does contain mpreg. If you would like to read the other story I encourage it. It will have some references to the other book in it. I will add the labor as the first chapter. Thank you all for reading and please don't forget to comment and vote.

Grace had a chance to live. So where was vally's? All characters are mine. All are written by me.

This book will be filled to the brim with all the ideas I have for poems, so that basically means that it wont be full often.. Also as you can guess this book will be filled with poems that are 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐟𝐮𝐥. You have been warned. Trigger warnings⚠️: Unsentimental Sensitive subjects Swearing

When an assassination attempt the night before the trial turns Loki into a child with no memories of his future actions Odin is forced to send the brothers to Midgard/Earth until a cure can be found, what will the Avengers learn about the brothers and life on Asgard, what will Thor learn about Loki, who was really behind the assassination attempt. Sorry for the bad summary or if they're OOC. My version of Loki and Thor's childhood. Odin is not a good father. Ps: I don't own marvel or anything involving then Sorry for the bad picture

Leo Valdez is the demi-god son of Hephaestus. Everyone knows that. Everyone also knows that he's a loyal friend that jokes and plays around too much. But they never expected this.

Just a book full of my cookie run oneshots and stuff I've written! I may take requests, but I have the right to decline if they make me uncomfy or I just can't write them. Will update when I feel like it/can manage it! All art contained in this book is drawn by me! If something ISN'T drawn by me, I'll outright state it, but if there's nobody mentioned, that means the art is by me! :D

Essentially it's just a collection of my wattpad poetry. Well, all I was able to find of it that is. Over the years I've spent on wattpad, I've occasionally commented my own original poetry every now and then in a response of sorts to things. I didn't make back up versions of most of it anywhere (in the beginning), so much of it I have a lot of trouble finding. They are comments I made somewhere in the mass expanse of stories I've read, buried in chapters, or seemingly lost to the disappearance of conversations. You may or may not have seen some already in the pages of a wattpad story somewhere. If you manage to find any I haven't included in here, I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know and possibly direct me to where you found it. That way I can include it in here too. Thankyou. ^-^

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪʀᴜs... ɪᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

"You can't quite quit when you haven't even started." she stared into my soul as I fidgeted with my fingers, pulling on them, popping them. "Fine don't talk to me; we'll just send you to another hospital; maybe they can fix you." Rowan is a teenage girl who has bounced around from foster family, to foster family since the age of seven, when her mother had to giver her up. She has dealt with bullying for most of her life because she is a foster child. ***This is my story and if I am notified that it is on any other platform I will have it deleted from said platform.*** (Also the cover is not permeate.)

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: A human would fall ° ° A human would 𝒅𝒊𝒆 ° ° A sequence in which proceeded to transpire for 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, amongst those remaining in the underground, those in which have found themselves lucky enough to survive. Grown to a stipulate need to 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 unsuspecting humans for the sake of saturating their 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, for the sake of remaining vital enough to keep going. The tumultous world inhabited by few, was never this way years before... Amongst a world so virulent as this, a single peculiar child found herself trapped inside. The cold bit at her hands as she would trail through the snow, shivering from the lack of warmth, and yet- Belief, patience, determination,... kindness...everything persuaded her keening body to keep itself alive. Everything she loved, everything she held dear...kept her from giving in.. And no monster, no amount of 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, or numbness would be enough to break her 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕. ✦••••••••••••••••• Chapter contents: ☠️ - Contains gore / heavy blood / etc 🐇- Contains Fluff [Huggles, cuddles etc] 🎭- Contains Sensitive subjects [This is a horrortale x Oc-verse type of roleplay my friend and I do together. For confirmation: This storyline is a bit different and based on how we liked it to be. Any drawings provided are drawn by me / or us [if collabed] [Ex. The front cover]

Poetry

Just a few short stories I came up with Warings: Sensitive subjects Cussing Religion Suggestive Writing

Four years ago, the Dragon Kingdom of Zeme Volante, fell to human hands. The King and Queen lost their lives in battle along with their dragons, leaving behind their twin children. The Dragons were all slaughtered until no one remained in the Kingdom, and the princess and prince were captured. Four Years have passed and princess Violet Izana Ventian and prince Greyvar Izana Ventian were separated, but now they are coming of age and who knows what life has in store for them. At the eve of their birthday, Violet, learns of horrible news, and once again, has her spirit and hope broken. Ten days after the news, a mysterious woman dressed in white leathers, with silver hair and a white-silver mask, named Argenta, appears in the kingdom. The new King, informs the people of her role and the woman tries to get used to her new life as the personal bodyguard of the Royal Family. As she struggles with her memory loss, and her new life as the King's watchdog, many things start to occure, things that find Argenta perplexed and frustrated. Between the resurfacing memories and the secrets that are slowly being revealed, Argenta will begin to wonder where her real ties truly belong; her past or her present. One thing is for certain, though, the truth might break her.

ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ's ᴇᴀsʏ. ʙᴜᴛ. ᴡɪsʜᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ.. (ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ: s.ʜ, ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs, ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ.) ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪʀʟs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs.

There is one rule in the game. And it needs to be broken. There is one goal. And when you attain it, you die. Wolves are hiding in the woods, just waiting for little girls to stray. But young women are not exactly known for their obedience, are they? Will they be able to resist the temptations of the forest? Will they stay clear of danger? Can they prevent the ancient tale from being retold? Can the Woodsman save them?

This is the start of a new generation. So much new talent, all wasted in a futile attempt to overthrow the reigning rulers of the multiverse. So much power, they don't know what to do with it. With new changes to the organization, can this up-and-coming "passion project" overthrow the supreme dictators of this multiverse? This is a new era for the underdogs. But this isn't the only new era... TW: Gore, Violence, Drug/Substance abuse, Sensitive Subjects Covered, read at your own caution.

The world is changing and only leads to one place, the end. Trigger warning, this story contains sensitive subjects regarding suicide.

■■■■■■ THREE MEN. ■■■■■■ TWO WOMEN. ■■■■■■ THREE DEATHS. ■■■■■■ TWO SUSPECTS. "* Is this it? *" The tall brunnet asked, eyeing the policeman sitting opposite of him, glancing at the report on the desk once again. *' Yes. We found them laying dead on the boat, we only find two fellows left there. Both call themselves innocent. We can't tell if its by both of them or only one. Not only, one of the women made a suicide which makes things ten times harder. *' The policeman answered, all in one breathe, catching up. "* . . . . *" The brunnet nodded, grabbing the report "* So your begging me to finish this job?*" '* Yes. We're asking for your help-- *' the police man started "* Beg. *" '* .... *' '* We are begging you for your assistance sir. *' "* Much better, call me Hyung from now on. *" He stood up and walked past the policeman who hurried following him as he left the interrogation room.

An ex soldier becomes a new employee of a local flower shop, getting a free apartment with it and shes hoping a new start to life. Maybe she'll even let her roommate be apart of that.