2p! FRUS:The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot.If it makes you less sad2p! FRUS:The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot. by ~cero00
I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you want
I already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad
We'll start talking again
And you can tell me how vile
I already know that I am
5 years old
Leonce watched Allan mope in a corner, having been reemed out by Oliver again for being too "punk-ish", as he put it. He stood up from his chair near the fireplace and walked over, cigarette extinguished on the ashtray. Allan looked up and glared, crimson eyes squinting at Leonce."What do you want, bastard?", he growled, or at least tried to.
Leonce smirked, ruffling Allan's head."Don't be so cocky little brat. I saw you moping not 5 minutes ago over your "Mommy". Just a piece of advice, that's all. Don't let your life be dictated by others, just be yourself." Leonce knew this might backfire on him, but he didn't really care, as long as he caused Oliver, his pink haired cupcake loving nemesis, some grief.
ScotlandxEngland:The Rains of Castamere."And who, are you,"the proud lord said,"that I must bow so low?"ScotlandxEngland:The Rains of Castamere. by ~cero00
"Only a cat of a different coat;that's all the truth I know.
In coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours..."
Arthur approached Allistair apprehensively, dark forest green eyes flashing a vivid lighting green. It had been long since they had last met, and that had not been a particularly pleasant reunion. Allistair stared at Arthur, lip curling into an arrogant smirk, emerald eyes fixated upon the visage of his little brother. The two provided a striking contrast, Arthur, a small and lithe woman-like figure with cornflax hair and forest green eyes, Allistair, a tall and wiry man, with fiery crimson ginger hair and sharp emerald eyes.
"Long has it been, Arthur, nay, England. Or is it now the British Empire?" Allistair felt a myraid of contradicting emotions stir with
Pain.I'm breaking againPain. by ~cero00
Shattering into splinters
Why can't I stop
I don't want to break
But I am
Again and again
Either stop this pain, help me through it, or kill me
I can't handle this
I want to die
One moment I'm strong
Next moment I'm not
And back again
I understand my body does this to prevent me from killing myself
But I don't want this to happen
It only keeps an unintentional facade
That I want to break
But it won't happen
Because then I'd have to tell
So I'm stuck
I hate it
Somebody break me out
Scotland x Reader - The Sound of the HeartScotland x Reader - The Sound of the Heart by ~aranel753
“I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me” – Daughters, John Mayer
Allistor felt lost.
Trying to understand her mind was like trying to capture the water of an ocean’s wave. On a moment, it would be there, filling his hands with more than he could ever believe he would be able to catch, soaking his fingers and surrounded him with an impossible amount of liquid. A wave that would encircle him with more than he’d ever be able to retain. Next, it would go back, leaving him alone, standing with his hands put together with the little amount he could preserve. However the barrier of his skin was never good enough to hold the salty seawater inside of it, so it would slip, drop by drop, away from him and back to the wet sand. It left him
Hetalia x Reader - To Write Love On Her ArmsHetalia x Reader - To Write Love On Her ArmsHetalia x Reader - To Write Love On Her Arms by ~Resistance33
Possible trigger warnings.
Today was definitely a low day, you thought.
These low days were popping up a lot now. Those fits of depression and self-hatred so harrowing that you could hardly manage to sit up or get out of your bed scared you. They terrified you. Yet even though you did your best on those - these - days to keep on living and keep up with everything around you, they only got worse.
You were hated these days.
You could tell that your friends were upset.
It wasn’t exactly difficult to tell. They were never the best at hiding their emotions. Especially Alfred, you thought. The upbeat blonde wore his heart on his sleeve.
Some were crying silently.
Some were pissed.
Some stared blankly at the painfully white walls, the ceiling, the floor.
Some were confused.
You were confused as well.
“Why are you here?”
You could hardly recognize your own voice from how
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