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This is a pride x reader, as I have not seen any good ones I tried to make one! Sorry if it's terrible. "Go on, save her from this hell hole, you might be pleasantly surprised. But, if you are to act, do it now, or it will be too late by then." Just a portion of my prologue, hope you like, please no hate. It's my first story, and I have a life.I don't mind feed back, and if you are inspired by my book and want to use something from my book, let me know, and you may have my permission. The title is Japanese for beautiful, and hope you enjoy!!! ;)

Just a bunch of stuff I talk about in my life, and just for fun

A hole bunch of "you know your dominican when" put together, and trust me after reading some of these your gonna laugh at how true these are.

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https://www.wattpad.com/story/109545015-%F0%9F%8E%88clowning-around-%F0%9F%8E%88 it's the prequel, my dudes By Allen & Tim (A.K.A. Buzz Lightyear)

When Bane Fields leaves her beloved New York City, she's simply looking for a magical adventure. She ends up in a barren town with barely anything going for it except for a good diner and an ice cream shop. Even though there's nothing in this town that screams adventure, Bane feels the need to stop and stay awhile. When she meets a new group of friends and a devastatingly handsome boy, she feels like this could be the adventure she's looking for. The only problem? There's something the people of this town are not telling her....

𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕨? a collection of poems, anecdotes, and overall things that fascinate me as well as pick my fancy.

Artemis wanted Prometheus to make her a child that isn't a child of some other god or goddess. She wanted a child that was like a mini version of her that is a demigod. Once Artemis realized she couldn't even see the demigod, Hestia decided to help Artemis by taking care of the child. What if you were that child of Artemis? Well, I guess you're not because I am. It's not that bad, if you don't include being judged by the waxing gibbous on my forehead. I know the phases of the moon by heart, and I have a waxing gibbous moon shape on my forehead. Aunt Hestia always says that it's a birth- mark. But it's not like I believe her. And my life all changed when I learned who my mother was, and especially when I met Nico Di Angelo. ~sneak peek~ "You are officailly the second most feared in the camp" Will said. "It's not like I can help it!" I replied and smiled. "Maybe you and Nico can go head to head to see who's scarier. I'll bet money on you" Will offered. "Never gonna happen" I stated. ~end of sneak peek~ (You believed that Nico was the only one who people were scared of? You thought wrong) (WARNING- this story sometimes contains a strong use of language and may dip into a little lemon, little lemon. Not allot. Read at you're own risk)

When I'm not writing, I'm probably drawing. This'll be filled with random drawings I've done, maybe some comics - I'm not sure yet. There'll be some traditional media and some digital, so. It's going to be random. There'll probably be a lot of Homestuck fanart in here, because old obsessions die hard.

You know that meme..."two guys chillin' in a hot tub, five feet apart cause there not gay~"? Michael Jackson and Pinnochio aren't like that, and never will be. There closer than you and Joe Mama will ever be. *Potentially offensive *Probably not for kids *If you want to know what Drugs I take; go to that expensive book store and just grab a bunch of chapter books. Make sure they're not dumb. Open each and every one of them, in the store, and...sssssnnniiiiiiiifffffff that shit.

×××××××For a fun cause only××××××× This isn't a true story; I write, but I use my imagination. So, hopefully you'll enjoy reading. There I was, at exaxtly 10:05 pm, wih my best and closest friend, Evergreen. We were strolling, but not necessarily the "normal" kind of strolling you 'd think of. I told you that it was 10:05 when we started. It was in the woods, but I immediately remembered the story Evergreen's grandmama told us both (We call her grandmama 'coz, well, it sounds funky, and she just loves to groove it down!). There was a rumor of serial killers living in the woods we were walking in right now, and there was also a demon (brilliant. First, serial killers, second, a freakin demon) It was like, 14 minutes since we took off, and we barely spoke. I guess she's afraid. I saw that her violet jacket was shaking, and her blonde hair was kind of straight. Weird. Usually, she'd be blabbering on and on about things. Just then,

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Just some spoofs about what if questions... :)

Romance

I DONT FEEL LIKE MAKING A WHOLE NEW BOOK EVERYTIME I POST SO I MADE THIS

The note she left behind with the tears she had shed. I'm left in a panic looking for her again as I didn't want her to cry or hurt, I'm longing for her again... I don't know if I ruined her or she ruined me. She's gone for one of our good fortunes and all I can do is sit in the bottom of a dirty broken-down phone booth and cry after reading the crumbled piece of paper she left behind before she disappeared.