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a rather curious thing

this has to be a dream, i think

as we’re strolling in the green.

did you ever wonder why we always die?

it’s a fantasy of fireflies

(which you always hated)

we’re dancing in the sunlight

(which is a little overrated)

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i fell apart in pieces

and my past was ripped to shreds

i’m going away on vacation

and never coming back

i beg you not to cry

as i slip through your arms

i’m going away for a while

don’t let your sight go black

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it’s rather hard to find a star

when you don’t know what they even are

(if i could i would bring them back

twinkle, twinkle, all is black)

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i once had a dream but it all blew away

(parts in the wind, floating astray)

i once had a promise, but i threw it while blind

(broke it to pieces, left it behind)

i once had a heart, but i dropped it cold

(shattered fragments, clinging alone)

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i remember hiding under the kitchen table

as they yelled for her to get out

told her to never come back

and i couldn't do anything

but cry.

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i was going to sit in the playground and think for a bit

but i forgot that it's being torn down

so i walk on by and sit in the graveyard instead

sneak in by the hidden opening through the woods

under the tree where someone had placed a bird house

next to a grave of someone who took the train in a time back past

and i think for a bit and the leaves are falling

it's really nice and quiet and

the train passes by for it's hourly pick-up

the rumbling and whistles telling me to go

but i don't really want to

i'd rather just sit here by this grave and let myself be

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i'm walking back from the library and i guess our work went well

(that is to say, we got nothing done)

the hot chocolate is still warm in my cup and the red leaves swirl on the ground around me

sort of like a whirlpool, i think (but i've never seen a whirlpool before, just city streets, so what do i know?)

the sound of you laughing echoes in my mind and honestly, you're really awkward

(but i'm not quite sure i care)

sometimes i get carried away thinking

i can't really make up a thought and decide, yes, this is the answer, because i'll just go in a loop and it never stops until i sleep

except the ones that carry on to my dreams. those are the special exceptions

and now you're that thought and you're literally running in my mind and i can't stop you

you're a special exception

you're in my dreams and waking moments and i can't get you out (please get out i can't stand it)

(although, in a way, i can't bring myself to care.)

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We Counted the Stars (Preview 2)

school is poop

oh no more short previews

Rating: undetermined

Genre(s): undetermined

Main Character(s): Zombie Au!Swag

Universe: Post-Zombie Apocalypse

Synopsis: Life after the apocalypse isn't the best.

When you wake up, one smell hits you full blast. You immediately sit up and sniff the air, trying to determine the odor. It's almost unfamiliar, the scent hasn't been around for such a long time. There's a hint of earth and sky in it, and the sense of longing. It's almost like...

Petrichor.

You scramble up from your bed and open your window, despite the risks of breathing in the air. You stick your head out and look down on the ground way below. It's dry. Everything is dry.

Always, it's dry.

You hear One clamber in with a breakfast trey. He sets it down on the bedside table and walks over, pulling you back and closing the window without a word. One pulls down the shades and you grimace; something about the painted clouds bother you. They're so...fake.

As One diverts his attention back to your breakfast, pouring syrup over the pancakes, you ask, "Did it rain last night?"

"Rain?" he repeats, closing the syrup bottle. He sets the breakfast trey onto your bed. "What makes you ask that?"

You shrug, picking up the fork and start eating. "It smells like rain."

"Hrm...I don't think so. I didn't hear anything, although I was sleeping." One's eyes glance towards you. "I doubt it did though. The smog is impenetrable."

You nod, and go back to cutting your pancakes. 

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We Counted the Stars (PREVIEW)

Starting high school and constant loss of energy isn't the best mix?? Sorry I haven't been updating lately...

Bits of an upcoming story ahead...

Rating: undetermined

Genre(s): undetermined

Main Character(s): Zombie Au!Swag

Universe: Post-Zombie Apocalypse

Synopsis: Life after the apocalypse isn't the best.

Every night One comes home with new books in his arms. A stack of old volumes covered in dust and sometimes, when you once opened one, with blood stained over the pages. Today is no different; you hear the kitchen door open and One's heavy footsteps. You can hear him taking off his gas mask and placing it on the table, before walking into your room with more texts. One sets them down onto your bedside table with a small puff.

You snatch one from the top of the stack and hold it up.

"'The Tacenda'?" you read out loud, wrinkling your nose at such a title. You toss it back to One and he catches it. "You're bringing new books everyday now...they're not even normal, they're strange. No one wants to read them." Your gaze rests on the books. "Why are you bringing all these books in? Are you some kind of bibliothecary now?"

He shrugs, walking to your bed and sitting down. As usual, he's dripping blood onto your bedsheets, but you let it pass.

"Where's Bitter?" you ask instead, shifting over so One can have more room.

One flips open the book you tossed, fingering the pages. "Out. Counting the stars."

A displeased frown takes over your face. "Again?"

A short reply. "Yes."

"The kid too, then?"

"Yes."

"Stupid babies. Never take the time to visit," you mumble, a little stifled. You huff through your nose and turn over to face the window. The sky is grey with dense smog, as it has been for years.

"You can't even see the stars..."

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swoncest, swag is a famous actor

He really can't help himself but throw himself all over him - no matter how egotistic and "badass" he appears in public, Swag can't keep that image up when he's alone with One. As good as an actor he is, there's something about One that makes Swag drops his guard, the one he puts up when around press. Speaking of press, Swag should start being more cautious...they've been getting restless lately, and if anyone found out he was seeing a cannibal, they would jump right on it like sharks in a pool of dead fish.

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AHHHHHh

omG BUT THIS IS REALLY CUTE AND HELP! MY HEART!

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entre/swag, camp weehawken c:

good

Swag has to stop and wonder once in a while how the hell Entre even bothers to stick with him. The toothy-grinned boy who is constantly cheerful and sings as loud as he does at the campfire, the boy who is easily flustered and embarrassed, the one who spends his time inside the cabin, creating new gizmos to help Swag out during camp activities; Swag, on the other hand, is useless and annoying, shouting pointless things and bothering the hell out of Entre. It's these times Swag thanks his lucky stars that Entre is still his, he doesn't really know how he would exist without him.r

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The Lorax (2012 Film): Mummy Will Sing You a Lullaby

Rating: K

Genre(s): Family

Pairing(s): technically One-ler/Swag (Swoncest)

Synopsis: Swag sings a song to his child so he can fall back asleep.

Note(s): Inspired by this. Also, I don't know the lyrics to this song that well so I made them up???

Many times a night they would wake up to crying.

At first, Swag would grumble and curse, throwing a pillow over his head and going back to sleep. But, tired of being the one having to get up every night to calm down their son, One-ler started making Swag help stop it. It was only every other night, he told Swag, and besides, Swon was his son too. He couldn't do all the work.

So Swag found himself next to the crib, holding a crying baby in his arms with no idea what to do. He looked down on the bundle in his arms nervously, trying to rock it back and forth, but it was no use - it was still screaming it's eyes out. Swag's eyes glanced at the door to the room that he and One-ler shared - he wished One-ler had told him what to do. Looking back down to the bawling child, Swag did the first thing that came to mind - sing.

Hush little Swon-ler, don't you cry

Mummy will sing you a lullaby

I hope this lullaby will suffice

otherwise I'll be left to my own device

Hush little Swon-ler, don't you cry

Otherwise I'll be up until I die

If you sleep I'll buy you a diamond ring

One that'll make you want to sing

A few sniffles here and there, but the crying pretty much stopped. Now the baby looked up at Swag with big, blue eyes.

If that diamond ring just won't shine

Mummy will buy you a bottle of wine

And if that bottle just damn breaks

Then I'll beat the winemaker with a rake

The cerulean colour was starting to be hidden by drooping eyelids as the baby yawned loudly. Swag was tired himself, but kept rocking and singing, eyes focused on his child's.

Hush little Swon-ler, don't say a word

Mummy will buy you a mockingbird

and if the mockingbird just don't sing

we'll feed it to Daddy so he can eat like a king

How did he never notice that his child had his eyes?

Hush little Swon-ler, don't you cry

Mummy is singing you a lullaby

I will never let you down

because you're the swagiest child in this town

As soon as the singing ceased, an eerie silence fell upon the room. In Swag's arms was a sleeping child, resting peacefully in warm bunny pajamas. Swag gently placed Swon-ler back into his crib before retreating back into his bedroom.

When Swag climbed back into bed, One-ler had leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, whispering good job, but Swag didn't hear him. Slowly he drifted off to sleep, humming the lullaby under his breath and dreaming of baby blue eyes.

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sWOncESt hIGhSchoOL Au

ONE FINDS A NOTE ON THIS DESK AND IT'S FROM SWAG AND IT SAYS "dO YOU LIKE ME? YES ABOSLUTELY DEFINATELY" AND SWAG SCREAMS FROM ACROSS THE ROOM " I RIGGED IT!!!"

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um, Prussia x Austria, Gakuen Hetalia?~ ówò

awww yiss hetalia His ruby-red eyes roll in exasperation as his boyfriend drags him to the music room. Gilbert doesn't understand why Rodriech must always bring them to this room everyday when they could be doing something more awesome, like skateboarding or pulling pranks on Ludwig. But he supposes it's worth it, Gilbert smiles to himself, being able to spend time with Rodriech in peace.

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onecreep, college au

Dang I don't know much about Creep-ler I'm sorry

One finds himself actually enjoying his time with Creep, walking together on the way to class and their little chats here and there. He is nothing like his obnoxious roommate, Swag, and whenever Creep needs a place to stay, One is always glad to offer. Of course, Creep's habit of entering through his window is getting a bit troublesome; they'll have to work that problem out soon the next time they go out to eat...

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swoncest, camp weehawken au

That reminds me I should be packing for summer school

He's an annoying little bastard, always sneaking up on you on your walks in the forest, or screaming your name in a high-pitched voice, asking for help for the most ridiculous things. There are times when you wish you could just pick him up and throw him in the river, so you could be done with him forever. But once in a while he draws you a picture or covers up your rule-breaking, and, although you never show it, you can't help but smile.