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"I don't want to see you waste your potential where it doesn't matter. I can help you." You clutched the handle of your blade firmly within your palms, its low humming sending small vibrations up your forearm, into your shoulder. The metal scraped against your skin, and your arms trembled, as if your burden increased the weight of even the tiniest object ten fold. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you raised your eyes to your opponent. Frames of silvers outlined empty sockets, black holes where two eyes should be. The crimson glow of his blade reflected within the metallic sheen of his ebony mask. His tall, lean form stood perfectly

You: Hi |3:53pm Toris: Hey, _____. |3:53pm You: So... Today was a bit awkward wasn't it? |3:53pm Toris: Yeah... |3:53pm Toris: Do you... Want to discuss it? |3:54pm Toris: Or try to forget it? |3:54pm You: If you want to... |3:55pm Toris: Well, I don't know... |3:55pm You: Fine.. We can discuss this, I guess. |3:56pm Toris: Ok. |3:56pm You: Today was great until Feliks decided to ruin it... |3:57pm Toris: Yeah... |3:57pm You: I mean, we're just friends, right? Nothing more? |3:57pm You: (I wish we were.)  This message has been removed.  |3:57pm Toris: ....Yeah, that's right. |3:59pm You: Something tells me he's going to keep bothering us... |

You did not notice the change in atmosphere and temperature until you saw the beautiful scene before you. To only call it beautiful is an understatement and an insult. The garden that you stood in the exact middle of is one that exuberated wonder and wealth. At first glance, you could tell both the plants and the architecture surrounding it is one of the upmost elegance. “Where…where am I?” Mesmerized, you see flowers surrounding your body and the place you inhibited. One flower stood above the rest; a luscious white orchid. 'I haven't seen this kind of flower species before...' Going to touch said unique orchid, a femini

’Hmm... Should I take the ”Lapin a la Cocotte” or the ”Boeuf d’herbe”?’ you thought as you looked at the menu for the fanciest resturant in town: ”Une petite lumière”. You glanced at Tim, he had already closed his menu and were now staring at you with a face that told you that he was growing impatient. ”Have you decided yet?” He asked as he rested his head on one of his hands. ”No... I can’t decide between the ’Lapin a la Cocotte’ or the ’Boeuf d’herbe’...” You sighed. ”Lapin a la Cocotte?” ”Yeah.”

Arc 2: Ascension 2071. The Earth that we know of is entering a fast spiral towards death. For years, mankind has contaminated and exploited the resources that Earth has to offer. Finally, Mother Nature has turned against the human race. Its fury has been unleashed and every place on Earth has been ravaged by natural catastrophes. Tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic explosions. Disasters that take millions of lives regardless of race or religion. Humans have been driven in masses towards two separate places on Earth – the only places that were less disaster-prone. Those were called the Prime Territories, originally ruled by two siblings.

OHSHC X Albino Reader Ok to be Different You sigh as you watch everyone fawn over your younger sister. The girl with the rich chestnut brown Hair tied in a high pony tail, shimmering hazel eyes and smooth acne free slightly tanned skin. And then there is you with you silver white hair tied into a braid, crimson eyes and pale skin. You two are the daughters of (Fathers/name), he owns a high end cosmetics company. Your father was so appalled by your appearance he would have disowned you. However you were smart and a hard worker so he wants you to work under your sister when he retires and she takes over the company. The bell rings and the cl

Erwin had come to notice the little figure -- you -- slumped at the corner of the room two days ago, strands of hair obscuring your eyes, toy cars and little dolls gripped in your tiny hands as you played alone, mostly with a small smile gracing your lips. But he could sense how lonely you felt in your heart, how isolated you were from the other children. He’d sometimes watch you with inquiring eyes, mouth twisted into a frown as he tries to read the non-existent words that were written on your face, thoughts running through his inquisitive mind as he rolls his glass marbles on the palms of his hands. As soon as your head raises and op