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Hi, so I just wanted to do some shameless self advertising and wanted to ask if anyone would please go and check out my new fanfiction called Pleading Eyes. It’s on Wattpad under the user, DIRTYHANDS14. It’s about Percy Jackson and him traveling to all sorts of different dimensions, places like the DC and Marvel universe, Hogwarts, Six of Crows, and many anime’s, such as Naruto, Attack on Titan, Code Geass, My Hero Academia, GANGSTA, and many others. I’ve just recently created it so Percy is barely going to travel into the Naruto universe, so I would really appreciate it if you could go ahead and check it out. Ok that’s all.

Bye Bye.

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Imagine being hated and beaten every day since the day you were born and all because of the ‘monster’ inside you, when in reality it is just a powerful but lonely spirit of a deceased shapeshifter demon. You’ve be shunned all you life, spit on at every turn, beaten every day and every night, unable to have peace even in sleep. Yet you smile because you love the place in which you were born, despite all of the hate and abuse directed at you. You hold no hate to those that have wronged you and have isolated you even as you prove yourself a powerful and inspiring hero. It’s funny because even as all of the adults hate you for keeping a demon inside you, their kids and even the people outside your birthplace all look up to you for guidance and hope. For there is a war brewing and to anyone else it is hopeless to try and win if you are not in said war, helping defeat a seemingly endless army of dangerous enemies. Even before a war was looming threatening ahead, all those who do not let the demon inside you cloud their judgement, have looked at you and only see a powerful, dangerous but kind enigma who only wants acceptance and peace for the entire world despite their hate for you. Those that understand your kind and beautiful soul, that see the powerful and inspiring leader your becoming to be even more so as you grow, every one that sees this and more hopes to die at your side for you are the one that deserves all their love and admiration, respect and hope. They know you to be someone in which they can confide their dreams in and never lose hope that you will carry them out. Whenever you fight beside them, they see you fall only to get up again with even more determination that you’ll will this time around, and when they see this their love and respect for you grows and then they remember that there are still ignorant souls that refuses to confide in someone so kind and amazing, someone worthy of commanding entire nations, and they wish to help those see what they have already seen. And with that in mind, their eyes steel over in a pale comparison to yours, yet still bright and powerful, and they stand together in back of you as you stay ahead and take care of all the enemies who have strayed to close to their borders, and they stay behind you because while they work on changing the minds of all those against you, they trust that you will protect their backs as they will protect yours. They smile as they see you charge on ahead with a determined smile on your face, yes...indeed one day all of us will follow you as our leader. They laugh because they can’t wait for the day everyone will see you as the powerful and admirable leader you are and really why can’t they already see that. Haha, things are getting interesting indeed.

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Imagine having been isolated all you life simply because you have powers that grow stronger by the second and being allowed freedom would cause unspeakable destruction to all those in the world. What they don’t know is that you can end all of their lives just by thinking it, but of course you can’t say that or else you’ll be killed. The government uses your powers to find criminals and gain alliances with other country’s governments. They use your powers in every way they can and at your request they give you the credit you deserve. You might be isolated but your praised as a god in the outside world. You don’t like obsessive faith but your glad that at least people thank you for your efforts despite the fact that the government lies about the fact that they have you isolated deep underground, telling public audiences that you don’t like being seen in public. You don’t mind having to life in isolation so much since the government sends down people from all over the world just for you to train them to at least be able to handle one tiny percent of your power. Your clearly not going to tell them that you get stronger everyday and that the ones you teach are still so weak compare to you, stronger than normal humans but still weak alongside you. The government even has the gall to send down all the criminals in the world, including the ones you caught to live down there with you. Now at first no one was happy and you were this close to blowing up the governments headquarters and giving them a piece of your mind but you just sigh and deal with these werid problematic children because oops your forgot to meantion your immortal and these people are children compared to you. You live with them all and eventually they forgive you and even keep you company till the point where your all one big happy family, sike. No it doesn’t work like that you can of course forgive most criminals but not all as even the criminals despise some of their own, if you know where I’m going with this. Now you don’t bother them and they don’t bother you as even they know not to mess with you. Eventually the people above forget about you and just send down more problematic people down till it’s like another world down here. You teach them as you would to the special people the government still sends down and build underground till it’s a place so beautiful that you wouldn’t believe it was underground unless you looked up at the giant hole above. One day explosions get thrown down from above, sending chunks of earth coming flying down at the people underground, crushing anyone in its path as the explosions destroyed everything it could in flames. At that time you were helping to heal all those in a certain hospital for the mentally ill when you felt the disturbance in your home. You use your powers to look at what’s happening while still healing everyone around you as soldiers point their guns at you. You freeze once you see the destruction happening down underground, you home and it’s inhabitants all destroyed and unrecognizable. You frown and once you finish healing the people above, rage and hatred overcomes you because kids were down there too, delinquents sent to get help. It seems you left the world above alone for too long, it’s time to give the a little lesson about who’s really in charge here. They will pay for their crimes, every last one of them.

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Imagine turning into a wild wolf after you “died” in the forest near your home when a mad man tried to kill you for not apologizing after having bumped into him even though your mute. Now that your getting accustomed to being a wild animal, you wonder about the forest and try and see if there are others like you. One day as you chilling in the sunlight, you hear a rustle behind some bushes next to you and you lazily turn you head, dark gray fur mixed with white standing on edge as you narrow your eyes but stay silent. There in front of him was a bloody child, bruises covering every inch of his skin, tears running down his face as he tried to stifle his cries. The frustration in his face turned to shock and then fear the moment he laied eyes on you. You flicked your tail and slowly rolled onto your stomach as you kept your eyes trained on the scared kid. You grumbled lowly as you nodded your head for him to leave, only to see him get confused and then excited. Damn lazy bastard, you should have just threatened him so he would leave. The kid slowly stepped forward snapping you out of your thoughts as your ears snapped back and your face twisted into a snarl. The kid stop and then after thinking dropped down in front of you causing you to stop snarling and to stare back at him in confusion. The dirty tear streaked boy just smiled shyly before opening his little dark green backpack with stickers plastered all over it, taking out a beat up lunchbox with a stupid smiling face holding out the peace sign. You stay silent as you watch him open the blue lunchbox, the kid takes out an apple and slowly rolls it over to you, not waiting for your reaction as he grabs a sandwich and takes it out of it’s clear wrapping as he starts eating slowly while looking around the forest your in. You snort in amusement before slowly nudging the apple with your nose, sniffing it for a bit before slowly biting it, chewing noisily as you stare at the boy’s face watching as a little light starts to grow in his eyes. He smiles at you but says nothing, both of you continue eating without a care until the sun starts to go down and you both flinch at the sudden loud noise coming from the entrance of the slowly darkening forest, giving it an eerie feeling as the shouts for the kid continue. You nod to the kid as you lift your paw and hit the ground with it as you look in the direction of those nasty angry screams. The kid frowns but nods, telling you that he’ll be back tomorrow. You don’t move to agree but neither to disagree as the kid waved goodbye and leaves with a bounce in his step. Seriously, what kind of kid just eats with a wolf? Oh well, that apple wasn’t that bad either, so you guess it’s okay. After that day, the boy would come at the same time as before and spend the rest of the day eating and talking to you even when you couldn’t respond, gaining your trust to the point where he could just lay his head onto your back as you eat and he stares up at the darkening sky in silence. As he stars to grow up and the bruises darken and worsen each day, you grow old and weary, licking his wounds carefully to ease the pain as the pain somehow transfers over to you. Eventually the bruises stop appearing on the boys soft skin as you can barely lift you head anymore. Perhaps you shouldn’t have healed him so much, you whine softly when the small kid from before replaces itself with an older version, tears gathering in his eyes as he stokes you head softy. You nuzzle his hand back weakly as he chokes back a sob, stupid brat, why are you crying? Although these years with you were some of the best I’ve had, better than all those as a human. You lay you head on your paws as your breathing slows softly and your eyes grow weary as the kid starts crying loudly, unable to hold back as he burys his head onto your soft fur. He cries as he begs you to stay just a little longer, he withdraws as he quickly reaches into his coat pocket and brings out an apple just like when you first met. You smile and close your eyes forever as your breathing stops. Stupid brat...thanks.

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Imagine working as a teacher in the most popular school in the world, kids of all places and ages come to this school to learn and you must provide them with the knowledge they yearn or so you’ve been told as you work nonstop everyday and never sleep thanks to being an immortal insomniac. You have classes of thirty to forty and they all last 8 hours, in those eight hours you can cover up to at least 18 subjects effectively and efficiently. You have to teach classes from pre school all the way to university level. Thanks to your magic you can make clones and since the school is very large, you can teach all grades at the same time while the original you has yet to be seen. Your popular amongst the kids and while there are other teachers for after school help and staff taking care of the school grounds, the kids favor you the most out of everyone and the fact that your the main teacher for all school levels doesn’t hurt either, rather it improves your status amongst the kids and staff who complain about having too much work even when your doing all the important things. Kids come to school at 6 and leave at 4, eight hours of class and two hours for eating and free time. Now everything seems normal and all but you start to notice some rather unhealthy habits from your students, since your an immortal you had plenty of time to do and see everything and one of the things you had experienced was the severity of obsession. And as you watch your students discreetly, You can’t help but notice that unlike other school their every attention is on you, wherever you go they follow wether it be with their eyes or physically, they never let you out of their sight and they always initiate touch first. You frown as you go over your discoveries and think that maybe it’s time for you to test something out. The next day the kids come to school they did not expect to be met with a different teacher in each class, they do not know that it is still you but you made each of your clones shapeshift into different types of men and women and you make sure that they all follow different types of teaching methods so it doesn’t ever connect back to you. You move them around in ways that you would never do and as you watch the days go by, the kids grow more and more restless, asking about your repeatedly and growing more disheveled in appearance as they pay less attention to the class and more to the door. You don’t know what to do with this information because honestly it does slightly bother you but still you can’t really bring yourself to put several thousand kids into a mental ward to get help. You sigh and rub your eyes as you decide that it’s time to go back and you instantly regret it because the next day you come back, the kids surround you on all sides and are touching you more than usual and tightly enough for it to hurt were you a lesser being but your not so it’s only irritating when they cling onto you. They ask for details as to where you’ve been and why you didn’t say anything and you know it’s time to leave the moment they’re eyes go dark and they talk about the “other” teachers and how they weren’t anywhere near your level. You make them all sit down and you see them hurry to obey you as they fix themselves up and watch you even more intensely than before and you avoid looking at their eyes as you tell them that it’s time for you to leave this job and go help out your family with their famous organization known to make the best of anything, you name it and they deliver. They reacted the very same way that you expected, fourious and unhinged as they demand you to stay but you shake your head and tell them that it’s already been decided. They go silent and it’s silent except for their heavy breathing as they clench their fists and eyes go dark and moody before they smile and sit back down. You shiver before clearing your throat and countining the lessons for today. Once the day ends you say your goodbyes and leave, year’s later and your the boss of your family organization, you gain new employees and go to see them.They’re back for you.

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Imagine working for the underground as a medic, your superiors give you a medium sized building where you can find just about anything to either cure or torture someone, all the basic things you know. Now the thing is that there’s heroes and villains who just happen to come to you every single time they’re hurt or even just remotely stressed. You keep telling them that your not a therapist but yet here you are listening to them talk about how they were this close to beating the heroes/villains and they’re waving their hands around to empathize their feelings and your humming as you nod understanding while stitching them up and then placing silly band aids wherever they need them. Now keep in mind that neither villains nor heroes know that you attend both and they think that you only help heroes or vice versa, so can you imagine their surprise when they discovered in the aftermath of one of their fights, a small owl key necklace belonging to you that was from the villains and a black cross bracelet that was also yours but the heroes had it. As you can imagine they didn’t take very well to seeing something from you on someone else, much less their rivals. You were patching up a close friend of yours as your other childhood friends stood or sat behind you, everyone wearing black and weapons out in case someone tried anything. Your childhood friends were known to be one of the most dangerous and feared groups in the world and yet they consider you their leader after all you did get them all together. You were shaking as you tried to hold in your tears remembering how your friends had appeared out of no where, holding one of their own with a large gaping hole right in their stomach. The friend that your healing with both tools and your own energy and strength, puts their hand on your cheek bloodied and cold and you look down at your own bloody clothes and tears slip out of your eyes as you rub your cheek against their hand. Your flinch when all of a sudden hands wrap softly around your throat from behind and you lean your head back as you look at another friend of you who smiles sadly and opens their mouth to most likely comfort me when aburtly the door to your workplace is swung open and rushing in are both the heroes and villains who are about to demand for answers as to why they have something of yours when they see the position your in. It’s silent as you turn to look at them, tears still fresh and dripping down your face, cheek and clothes bloody from the friend your healing and hands around your throat surrounded by people dressed in black and armed with multiple weapons, scars visible to the eye. Everything is still before all at once chaos erupts, everyone take out their weapons and stand ready for battle as they glare each other down. You sigh as you wonder how your going to get out of this one, you don’t get paid enough for this honestly. You guess you can complain to the boss after this, but first to deal with this mess. Man, what a drag.

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Imagine being the leader of the number one most feared and certainly the most dangerous organization in the world. Now your probably thinking and ? So what? The thing is that your job is really difficult in a way that it shouldn’t even be possible. So,the thing is that while being the most “cruel”(according to you/reality against those who wrong you or your family/organization), most dangerous, most intelligent, and most mysterious individual in the organization you built from ground up, people seem rather..... “intrigued” by you. Not just people within your organization, but also your allies,strangers, even your enemies are obsessed with knowing you on a personal level. You find this strange and frustrating because your supposed to be feared and respected and while this is in fact true, people shouldn’t find it in them to care about knowing you more than necessary, they SHOULDN’T LOVE you at ALL. Your getting headaches just trying to understand how their love for you got to the point where everyone, friend or foe, would argue and PHYSICALLY FIGHT for just the chance to talk to you, even so much as look at you. On regular basis you see both parties shoving each other away from you and even throwing each other all the way ACROSS from you as they slip and fall all over the floor trying to engage in what they want to believe is “casual” talk. In reality they’re just making a bigger fool of themselves then when they were trying to even get near you. Honestly why try to come near if all your going to do is open your mouth and then close it while looking at me and then blushing and looking away and then spending the entire time in silence until someone else comes along. You can’t handle their idiocy but somewhere deep, deep, DEEP down you care and you welcome these strange but adorable interactions between you and them. Oh well you’ll figure out what to do with them because you can’t keep ordering new suits to replace those they ruined in one of their “little” fights. Well then, let the game begin.

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If a ghost can open cupboards and break things, why not just take a pencil, find paper, write exactly why it’s unhappy, and tape the message on the fridge.

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Imagine being left on your own the moment your born, growing up eating all the scraps people left you on ground, feeling pity and disgust towards a sewer rat like you, slowly earning your spot with bloody fists and a cold gleam in your eye as one of the toughest and most feared people in all of the country. Every time your named is uttered, fear immobilizes all those that hear it, even thinking about you gives people the chills. Your the stuff of nightmares, the very embodiment of fear and evil, so why is it that homeless and neglected kids come to you, seeking refuge and a place to call home? Why is it that a bastard child like you has kids pledging loyalty to you in exchange for shelter and food? Why is it that you are both feared and loved? WHY is it that you can’t turn those cold shivering kids, dressed in dirty rags and walking around barefoot, away? You ask yourself that question every time you look into the mirror, Why? And your reflection gives you that same cruel smile you give your enemies and it tells you that it’s because you see yourself in those dirty pathetic kids, who have no one to love and care for them. You snarl at your reflection and say that’s not true but in reality you don’t know what to do. What are you going to do now?

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Grishaverse! 

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nico: I had a crush on percy

literally everyone else:

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Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized) (Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) 

UPDATE 11.02.2018: I TAKE REQUESTS ONLY FROM THOSE PROMPTS THAT ARE IN BOLDED TEXT (like the text from this update.)

1. Do I look like I give a fuck? - 2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you. - 3. Me? Overreacting? Probably. - 4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you. - 5. A: Whar are you doing? B: Avoiding. A: Avoiding what? B: Everything. - 6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES? - 7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time. - 8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.     A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell. - 9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world! - 10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass. - 11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it. - 12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends. - 13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it. - 14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard. - 15. A: How do you make someone holy?       B: You beat the hell out of them. - 16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.       B: Not me, I’m important. - 17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it. - 18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such. - 19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it. - 20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything. - 21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment. - 22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place. - 23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though. - 24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.       B: THanks.       A: You’re welcome. - 25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming. - 26. A: What are you reading?       B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.       A: wHAT the fuck? - 27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.       B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch. - 28. Man, how many eye contact until date? - 29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”. - 30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on. - 31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19? - 32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey. - 33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb. - 34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower. - 35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful. - 36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right. - 37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic. - 38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me. -

39. A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.      B: That’s my right boob though.      A: Babe. -

40. Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough. - 41. What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answer to a Harry Potter trivia question. - 42. I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck. - 43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice. - 44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you. - 45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch. -

47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense. -

48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier. -

49.I ship me and that boat. - 50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay. - 51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death. - 52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee! - 53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me. - 54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit? - 55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery. - 56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING - 57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games. - 58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad. - 59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general. - 60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally. - 61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later. - 62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy. - 63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know. - 64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”. - 65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what? - 66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects. - 67.A: I love you.      B: What if I got a bowl cut? - 68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t. - 69.I’m aggressively thinking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is? - 70.My opinion is no. - 71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan and he’s hot as Hell. - 72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch. - 73.Which is messier - my life or my hair? - 74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face? - 75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. - 76.Read a girl who dates books. - 77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants. - 78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory. - 79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that. - 80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting. - 81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?

(This update applies ONLY to MY blog (aka Persuasivus) !) 💕

/PART TWO/ PART THREE /

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You guys remember these two? It is kinda old but still think with me. Imagine a Bakushima AU of this situation with Soldier!Bakugou and Policeman!Kirishima (or vice-versa). Someone with skills either write or draw this pls! I need this In mY LIfe!

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Imagine your an angel running on clouds when all of a sudden darkness overtakes the sky and you lose your wings, you scream as you fall from far up, suddenly regretting leaving your clan without telling anyone where you were going. As you try to make your wings come back out, you hear a loud rumbling noise and look down in shock as you see a large pirate ship coming near you. You call out seeing this is your only chance of survival, and watch in fear as the pirates below notice you and smirk nastily with their yellow faded teeth. They gather thick black chains and get their biggest guys to swing them rapidly, you can only watch in shock as they throw those same chains as you and as they wrap painfully tight around you, not breaking skin because your still an angel and angels can’t get hurt like that by simple chains. You grunt in pain as they harshly pull you down from the sky and laugh as they watch you smack loudly against the deck floor. You fade in and out of conscious as the last thing you hear is of the pirates selling you to the dark demon living on top of one of the coldest mountains where even angels are forbidden to get near of. A single crystal tear slips from you eye as you let yourself fade away. You should have never left your clan, Who’s going to save you now?

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Imagine sitting on top of a bridge and your thinking about ending it all, you look up at purple-ish sky, stars twinkling down at you and you take a deep breathe before jumping off. Your eyes are closed and the wind is on your face, hair whipping past you as you finally hit the cold, cold water. You smile slightly as you embrace the cold darkness and you let yourself be dragged down as peace over takes you. You wonder what wrong the moment you open your eyes, did someone save you? You look around and your in the middle of a sunflower field, laying down on dirt path, the sun glaring down at you as if knowing what you did. You hear someone walking closer and you look up and your face to face with the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen because if he were handsome,surely he would look more tough and not like the real incarnation of all sweet things. He smiles at you and reaches out his hand towards you, you stare at his beautiful dark eyes, bewitched as you carefully take his suprisginly calloused hand. He grins excitedly as he pulls you up and suddenly drags you in the direction of a small humble house in the middle of all those sunflowers as far as eye could see. You stumble after him as you wonder, is this the after life? If it is, it isn’t so bad. You close you eyes and let yourself be led away as you smile..........You flinch as a hand comes in contact with your shoulder, you look to the side and the boy from before is there looking up at you in concern as he asks you to please come down from there because it’s dangerous and you could get hurt. You watched stunned as you look down and the darkness below rocks in small waves as if laughing at your confusion and then up at the stars as they twinkle in mischief. You laugh and confuse the boy beside you as you come down and ask him if he would like to drink some coffee. As he stutters out a response, you take his hand, which is so warm and comforting against yours, and this time YOU lead him away from the bridge as you head to the nearest coffee shop there is. You look up once more as the stars glow brightly, thank you for giving me a chance is all you can think of as you fade away with the pretty boy from the sunflower fields. This really isn’t so bad after all.

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You Threw Off My Groove 🚘

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A young adult novel where a 16-year-old gets trapped in a fantasy world. However, this particular 16-year-old is a writer themselves, and is unimpressed because the world he's in is not as elaborate or majestic as the ones he constructs in his head and writes about.