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Someday we'll find it, The rainbow connection The lovers, the dreamers, and me -------------- A sudden fascination in questioning everything came from [Name] all of a sudden, and needless to say, Heracles, or known as the personification of the country of Greece, was extremely confused. Muttered words from under her breath would be heard in the mornings, from things like "Who says every wish that we wish on the first star, needs to be granted?" all the way to completely crazy things like, "Sometimes I've heard voices in my head when I'm half asleep." Heracles was worried for his dear friend, [Name]. They had been friends for a while by no

'Run, run, as fast as you can. But I'll catch you, I'm the cupcake man~!' Who's voice was it? What were you hiding from? When did this start, why were you here? Where? Your footsteps echoed loudly and bounced along the walls, panting and nearly out of breath. It seemed as if you were in a School Building, yet definitely not your own school. The walls were painted a pastel pink, and the lockers were a shade of light sky blue. And yet there was not a single classroom door nor window in the strange building, where a single hallway seemed to stretch forever. The porcelain cream-colored tiles made it look as if happy, yet a sickening sweet. Too sw

You sat at your home, half bored to death. It's the middle of summer break, you've checked your messages to (dA/Instagram/Twitter/Facebook/Whatever) at least 10 times and not a single new message has showed up, you're in no mood to do anything productive, and worst of all, it's extremely hot. Sprawled over your bed, the (color) fan in your face, head facing the ceiling, and one arm lazily draped over the edge of your mattress, (You had flung your blankets to the floor when you decided to lay down on your bed) and only wearing a (f/c) tank top with (denim) shorts, (h/c) hair put quickly into a messy bun. The bright sunlight seeping through you

An albino boy with snow-white hair, light and pale skin, and crimson red eyes. His name was Gilbert Beilschmidt. A German, or as he liked to call himself "Awesome Prussian", was the self proclaimed 'Awesome of everything'. 'Awesome' this, 'awesome' that, and then 'unawesome' that. Even though 'unawesome' wasn't a word, it was still something that made him special. Was. This certain boy, Gilbert Beilschmidt, was a good friend of yours all through 3rd Grade up until 6th. You knew him for nearly half of your life, and were proud to call the ego-obsessed boy your best friend. After Grade School, when going into Middle/High School, you had to mo

When you wish upon a star, Your dreams fail, Your heart stops, And you die. ... The fairy tales lied yet again. (Your Boy Name) stood in front of a grave on a lonely and cloudy, rainy day. The skies were dark and gloomy, the rain pelting down upon his black suit, and the air a bitter and biting cold. Every breath he took made his throat feel as if ice was slowly creeping through himself, ready to choke him any moment. Every breath he let out, created a light puff of white 'smoke' to be let out from his body, allowing the harsh winds and rain to whip and blow and tatter it away until it became nothing, invisible to the eye. His face was grim

You woke up in the middle of the night for absolutely no reason. Sitting up, you sighed and opened your eyes, blanket falling from your shoulders down to your waist. The sky outside was still dark, and when you turned to look at the clock, it read "3:21 AM". Your bedroom's window was still half open, letting a cool breeze into your room. A dim moonlight illuminated the dark room slightly, and you could barely make up the oh-so familiar shape of your desk, the lamp, some books, and your laptop, an exquisite wooden closet in the darker side of the room. The cold morning air made you want to stay in your warm and cozy bed and just drift off to

Lovino and (Name) were best friends since Year 1 / 2nd Grade. The tsundere, Italian boy with dark auburn hair and an odd curl sticking out, had always had a slight crush on the cute (light/pale/tan/dark) skinned (ethnicity) girl, from her soft (h/c) to her bright (e/c). Although they were nearly complete opposites, Lovino being the Italian, cussing and hard-shelled boy he always was, and (Name) being the happy and soft girl she's used to being, they still somehow got along. But in High School, Lovino's heart shattered when he learned that (Name) was asked out by that Spanish bastard of a player. And (Name) actually went out with the cheating,

(Read description first to understand how the game works! Otherwise you'll wind up as confused as Arthur in this fanfic >:D) "Snaps is the name of the game, the name of the game is snaps. Just listen. *snaps 5 times* So do you have it yet? Tell me when you have it. *snaps 3 times* Now do you have it?" "Justin Bieber?" She shook her head for 'no'. "Justin Timberlake?" "Yup haha!" Rei said as she high-fived you. You and one of your best friends, Rei, were playing the game snaps. The Japanese girl squealed in delight as she suggested, "Eeee, hey, (Name), maybe we should show this to Arthur!" At the mention of even his name, you started to bl

(Another songfic! Listen to this while reading- https://www.youtube.com/watch/?v=cyW2ajAVyfA ) You were a student at World Academy, and had been for a while. You got to know several students, most being boys, but you made friends with all of the girls, at least. Most of the boys were pretty cool or at least okay, but there was one boy that especially got on your nerves. Francis Bonnefoy, the popular romantic of the school, known for his sexual advances toward women and pride in his country, France. You weren't the prettiest girl in class, but you were still beautiful both inside and out. (H/length) soft (h/c) hair, (pale/light/tan/dark) skin

Listen to this song while reading- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PgOrF3zD7o (It reads much better with the song, so please do click the link!) -------- A robot. A living robot with human-like features, (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, (pale/dark/tanned) skin. It had no soul and was only used for technology development procedures. An experiment. It was supposed to have no soul, no heart, and have no desire to hurt, to love, to feel. But one typo in it's coding system caused it all to miraculously happen. Kiku Honda, a slightly short Japanese man with dark brown eyes, usually found wearing a white uniform. Also one of the main scientists that ha