25th Stories

Tower of God AU Mafia One day, a mysterious man visits Aoi's flower shop, only asking for a bouquet of blue-flowers; any shade, any kinds, as long as it is blue. This first visit has become so frequent, that Aoi has become familiar to him, until Aoi looks forward to his visit. It is so strange, Aoi feels deja vu every time he talks with him. And now Aoi is having a dilemma.

This short Poem is about Saint Nicolas, and how in the end we all can learn a beautiful lesson from him.

{A June 25th Special} Michael had two wishes: To see what the world would be like without him in the world and to see what the world would be like if he died. What if those wishes were granted? Well, you know what they say: "Be careful what you wish for."

A tower of god x reader fanfic! Why did i do this? Because i wanted to ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Oh and The Tower of God characters belong to SIU on webtoon (go check it out, they released an anime of it too). I only own my OCs which i will put in this book :). The images also don't belong to me. If you see any grammar errors or spelling mistakes, please tell me and i'll fix it right away. Well, hope you enjoy!

'tis the season to be jolly

The first Quarter Quell has been announced, and when President Rust ascends the stage to give the stipulation for this Quell, a burden of heavy heartedness is placed upon each and every Panem Citizen. "Citizen's of Panem," A deep booming voice rang, "It is time for the very first Quarter Quell!" Cheers erupted from the Capitol audience. "At the end of the dark days, a committee of very wise men and women had created the event known as the Quarter Quell. This event would take place every 25 years. Each Quell would have a brand new stipulation for the Hunger Games which will add a new twist to the fun!" The audience was roaring with excitement. "Such stipulations were planned in that very meeting so that no conflict of interests would sway the Quell. So without further ado," Rust reaches into a small box an envelope labeled 25, gingerly opening it and letting the crowd become silent with joyous anticipation. He draws a small card from the envelope and a devilish grin curves the edges of his feral mouth. "In order to remind each remaining District that it was their very own citizens who rose against the Capitol that loved them so very much, each district will elect a male and female tribute by democratic vote to compete in the 25th annual Hunger Games!" The President smiled with a ghastly expression "With that being said, Districts of Panem, May the odds ever be in your favor!"

I feel as if I have no outlet on these matters & my funny stories are cornering to like every sane person or something, probably mixed with other shit like documentation

The 25th Hunger Games have begun, and thanks to the Quarter Quell, the unbelievable has happened for 17 year old Zac Brennon, as he is thrust into the Games along with his 13 year old sister, Crystal. The tributes are bigger, stronger, and crueler than they have ever been, and Zac finds himself a rebel of the Capitol, being the cause of too many deaths and roaring fires that not only play with the world, but within himself as well. Split into pieces, Zac makes the heart-breaking decision to do anything to keep his sister alive. But as love battles with survival, it become harder and harder for Zac to protect Crystal.

Two rivals preparing to fight one another. One sends a friend to spy on their opponent... will it go as planned or will the plan fall apart...

A story of self-discovery and love.

『 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘪ó 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘢 』 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸. • • • 一"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦." •

It's been ten years since we lost our hero, our inspiration, our everything... We could never repay him for everything he did, not only for us, but for the whole world. But still, we can help to keep his incredible legacy alive. Let's be a unite and show the world who our idol was and what he did. Let's do it together... Let's be real moonwalkers. It doesn't matter if we beLIEve or not, it doesn't matter where we come from, the only thing that matters, is that we never forget what he did for us... The King Michael Jackson 1958-forever

A Christmas story

i present to you, another tog content, lmao.