LifeSucksSometime

You had been ignoring your friend for almost 2 weeks now. Normally you wouldn’t take such drastic actions, especially since you knew how much it bothered him, but he had crossed the line with his last stunt. Kouha had been practicing combat with you in the outdoor practice arena, and although he had the advantage of being a dungeon capturer, you were able to keep him somewhat evenly matched. Even pressing him back at times, it seemed you were getting better with him to spar against. You felt proud of your ability to keep him on his toes. Things were going well, until his older brother Kouen came out, and began watching the match betwe

    [link] Song: Piece by Piece    Mihawk couldn’t help but stare at the at the tiny body lying in the sand. Their face was flushed red, and they were breathing extremely heavy. Their face was in obvious discomfort. Whether it’s from the fever, or the many bruises that littered the small body. Mihawk sighed, and gently scooped up the tiny thing. He walked along the grey sand, towards the castle.    He sat near the edge of the bed of the small girl. He gave her to Perona to bathe, and get cleaned up. Now that all the sand was out of her hair, it was a dull h/c at h/l. Her s/c skin was clean, and the bruises were darker than eve

[link] Beautifully Unfinished    Learning to laugh was hard. Almost as hard as learning to smile. It was easier to frown and watch the day go by, then it was try and fake a smile or a laugh. At least, that was what y/n thought. She stared out the bars of the Human Shop, watching the people go by without giving her even a second glance. Why would they? They were all nobles, and y/n was the child of a prostitute. Her mother was quickly sold off when they were caught, but no one wanted a child. Let alone a child that had e/c orbs and h/l h/c strands. The other’s always said if you smile then you’ll get picked faster, but y/n didn&#

It’s 2:17 am. “Hmmm…Uta.” “…” “Uta.” “…” “Wake up, you’re hogging the blankets!” You were faced with his back as he rolled over onto his side and now completely hogged to sheets to himself, sound asleep. You sat up, sighed as you pulled a part of the sheets to cover yourself from the cold and quickly burrowed yourself into your share of the blankets. Even if Uta had enough to keep warm with, he still had one side he considered as hardly covered. “Hey, (name).” “What?” “Now you’re the one who’s hogging t

Twas the night before the night before the weekend before Christmas, and all through the house, every creature was stirring. Mostly because of the terrible storm outside. A flash of lightning illuminates my room briefly, allowing me to see the blustery torrents of sleet falling from the sky. Yet another booming roar of thunder follows, and I can practically hear the snapping of branches colliding with each other outside. I certainly am not going to get any sleep tonight. Howling wind rips at the sides of the house, chilling the interior and shaking the walls. I have no doubt that the house will stand strong, but the feeling of everything s

The classroom is open and beautiful, an amphitheater-esque area with large windows. The large staircase-like setting allows for every desk to be perfectly in view of the large blackboards at the front of the room. A large array of chalks are organized and placed neatly on my desk, which holds enough space for all my little toys and trinkets. I’m surprised Jack didn’t say anything about the little things I placed in my go-box when I left for work. But then again, he probably doesn’t remember the plethora of items he brought into the house. Colorful bottles were hung from the window pane and cast rainbows into the room, metal

Do you ever notice how things seem to change in how they appear based upon how focused you are on the idea of them? For instance, as a little girl I wouldn’t typically think about how many squirrels I saw in a day; however, after hearing a complaint about squirrels from grandma, I’d see them all the time. You think of something, then start noticing it more. The same applies to people. My dreams are filled with crashing waves and wind, yet not once did I feel any water. It was all merely the sensation of waves paired with the crunching of leaves. Perhaps I was running through the forest and the sound of the branches in the wind f