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Mini stared at his hand. He pulled his glasses from where they rested atop his nose, and looked over at the empty space next to him. When he still didn’t see what he wanted to, he put them back on. Still no change. He was expecting fire. He was expecting light. Everything. He was not expecting the feeling that his lungs were filling with water and he could not reach the surface. The quiet spoke many words to Mini as he sat on the edge of the bed in the empty bedroom. Empty save for him, though he felt like he too was hollow. Alone. That word stuck out. Mini had never wanted to be alone. He had never wanted any of this cruel hand p

They met in their dreams, every single night. It would start out as nothing, a world with no color. Then one of them would create something--some sort of landscape or building to compliment their current thoughts. When Side had gone to sleep on an empty stomach, he’d dreamt up a replica of a popular fast-food chain restaurant, similar to the one located in the town he lived in. It hadn’t done much to appease his rumbling stomach. When the elevator in Shadow’s apartment building had ceased working, Shadow created another version of it that was still functional, pressed all the buttons, and made people to come in and out and

The moment Tomato realized he liked Sleepin wasn’t exactly a good one. They were sitting across from each other, in a crowded mall, Tomato had a bottle of water, while Sleepin had a mostly-eaten bag of popcorn. They were discussing various topics when Sleepin brought up their currently sick friend, Max, who was overdramatizing his illness and was more fine than he seemed. Sleepin appeared to have fallen for it, though. He expressed a bit of concern, more than what Tomato had bothered to spare. He saved his concern for the big deal, like late night Spongebob binge watches. Damn were those amazing. This inspired something in Tomato, an

Animals Village: Anim Magic Type: Aggressive Main Users: ???, ??? Powers:           -Monster: The user becomes a monster based around a certain animal. They will be able to use this animal’s abilities to an extent. It can be difficult turning into a monster or back into a human, though emotional state can have an affect on physical state           -Longevity: People from Anim have natural life spans of hundreds of years. The exact length varies between people. Children age regularly until the age of eighteen, after which the process naturally slows.           -Regeneration: Super fast healing. Special Vocabulary:           -Blu

My oh my, it's time to introduce you babies to my new(ish I've been harboring this puppy since January) brain idea Gladiolus. Let's start with the basics, shall we? - What is Gladiolus? Gladiolus is a medieval fanfiction AU, taking place in an area I like to call The Forestlands (though it's not entirely forest and there are journeys outside of The Forestlands sometimes). It's an epic story about magic powers, friendship, love and acceptance, all hidden under the guise of flower names! Each story is a different arc, and each arc is named after a flower that represents events in it. For example, Daffodils traditionally mean "new beginnings

Sometimes, Cry loved the night. Quiet calmness, spread further than any ear could reach. Warmth from the body next to him, so close that there had to be something pushing Ohm against him. But if her were to check, nothing would be there. Steady breaths and closed eyes would lull him to sleep, and he'd be happy. Tonight was not one of those blissful nights. All he'd wanted was a nice rest, but guess what? Ohm had decided that at least his torso would be laying on Cry tonight. It's hard to breathe when there's a person on top of your lungs, no matter their size. "Nooo… Ohm why?" Cry groaned. "Please get off of me." "I love you," was a

Dreamer Part 2 A Terrornuckel Fanfiction Based on The Longest Journey series -- -- -- The boat stopped. “You ready?” Brock asked. “Do you want to die?” Terroriser asked in response. “It’s fine!” Brock smiled, reaching forward and grabbing Terroriser’s hand. “You better be fast, or you might just end up back in there.” He pointed at the cell behind them. Terroriser took a moment to look back. “Fine,” he sighed. -- Brock and Terroriser sat outside Marcuria. “You know,” Terroriser said awkwardly. “You’re pretty cute.” “I know,&#

It was a still, quiet night, and Mark couldn’t sleep. If he were alone, he would have been tossing and turning restlessly. He couldn’t tonight, as his arm was currently being used as a pillow, and the other was around the sleeping figure, Yami. Mark liked this. He could feel Yami’s breaths, slight vibrations from his heartbeat… signs of life. It calmed him. That was why it didn’t help when his boyfriend suddenly changed sleeping positions. No… how could he tell if his heart was beating? If he was breathing at all? What if Yami wasn’t there anymore? In a panic, Mark scrambled to make sure. He was m

“Chilled…” he whispered. “Ze… don’t move,” Chilled told him. “I’ll… fuck, I’ll make it let go of you! Just don’t look at it!” The tall figure had both of its hands on Ze’s arms. They felt like bones, like strong, strong bones. But they weren’t strong, they just wouldn’t let go. Ze could have shrugged them off if he wanted, but something was stopping him. It sapped his strength, leaving him weak. And he could not stop staring at it. “What did I just tell you!?” Chilled shouted. “Look away from the scary gray monster! It’s

Mini shook him awake. “Wildcat?” he asked, his voice low and quiet. It worked. The figure next to him stirred, and Wildcat stared at his boyfriend, who was sitting up. “Mini? It’s…” He looked over at the alarm clock. “It’s 3 AM, what are you doing?” “I, um…” Mini sighed. “Hi. Sorry. Go back to sleep, okay?” “Don’t have to tell me twice,” Wildcat mumbled, turning over as Mini slid out of the bed. “And where are you going?” he interrupted, to make sure Mini wasn’t trying to bail on him. Mini smiled at him. “I’m