Cookie-Fairy-Narnia

Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler or any of its characters (sadly). Of all the things I’ve seen, there are several things I do not understand. One of those things is humans. Another is ‘emotion’. But instead of delving into philosophical topics, I will instead ponder about another ‘event’: funerals. You see, I learned a while ago that funerals are merely for those who have not accepted the fact that someone is no longer living. Most do not get to see their funeral. And those who do have normally not died. They’ve ‘cheated’. Of course, I may just be rambling, but I do have a point. …

Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler or any of its characters (sadly). Of all the things I’ve seen, there are several things I do not understand. One of those things is humans. Another is ‘emotion’. But instead of delving into philosophical topics, I will instead ponder about another ‘event’: funerals. You see, I learned a while ago that funerals are merely for those who have not accepted the fact that someone is no longer living. Most do not get to see their funeral. And those who do have normally not died. They’ve ‘cheated’. Of course, I may just be rambling, but I do have a point. …

The room fell silent, no one daring to volunteer first. Standing, you walked to Saotome, placing your hand into the bag silently. Pulling out the most interesting item you could feel… A pair of broken glasses. “Natsuki, I believe these are yours.” You assumed, and he nodded, smiling happily. So you went into the room with him, smiling. Closing the door, you smiled. “Nee, Natsuki, you know I love you, right?” Looking him in the eyes, you beamed once more. “I’ve always loved you. But I need to get approval from a third party.” Rushing slightly, you didn’t want to run out of time. A pair

 “Nee, what number did you get, your Highness?” You grin, sweet in hand. “It seems as though we’re a pair, huh?” Soma smiles, rather excited at this new ‘game’. “Shall we?” The pair of you walk off into a random room, closing the door behind you. Inside is merely two chairs, a small wooden table between them. “Truth or Dare?” Soma asks eagerly, his enthusiasm showing in his eyes. “Dare, I guess…” You smile softly, not sure whether or not you should be more ‘into’ it. For a moment, the prince thinks about the words he’s about to say. R

For most, doubt resided inside them as to whether or not there would actually be something inside the room. Especially after Kise walked out, crying his eyes out, but was smiling. However, Akashi Seijuro was not like most basketball players. “Are you not going to go into your room, Akashi?” The host asked. “I have nothing to regret.” Everyone else fell silent, listening in. No one moved. “Are you certain of that, Akashi Seijuro?” Another man, wearing a slightly different mask queried. “I am absolute, so I have no regrets.” Surprisingly enough, the man at the stand laughed. Quite loudly. 

  Disclaimer: I don’t ownhe Mortal Instruments, or any of its characters… unfortunately. Words have power. They can make a city crumble; even destroy the world as we know it. Ever since a young age, books have always fascinated you. Whether fantasy or romance, or a combination of the two, the words inside were able to make you cry. But what if you read a book that could destroy the world? … The air was thick, damp with despair as mundane life is as always… rather mundane. Waking to normal human life never seemed a good idea, as you much prefer your fortress of solitude, a large book in your hands. Your mattres

“Idiot.” You muttered to yourself, allowing the water run down your face. “Ahomine.” Despite spewing abuse at said ‘Ahomine’, you stood inside his lounge, wearing his clothes, drying your hair with one of his towels. Somehow, everything reminded you of him. Well, it was his house, after all. “You’re finished?” He said, standing up. At that point, you realized how he was only wearing a pair of shorts. “PUT SOME CLOTHES ON AHOMINE!” You threw a towel at him, though you knew that it wouldn’t solve the issue. “I’m going for a shower.” Was his excuse. He

Out of all the names you could’ve pulled out, it had to be his. “Loki, I picked you.” The words came out, no emotion being shown in them. Walking out, you wave at the others, sighing at this new endeavour. Loki led you into an unused classroom, shutting the door behind him. “Loki?” Your voice was low, almost a whisper. “I know that you hate me, but don’t make that face.” Although Loki didn’t look towards you, you could tell he was listening. And that you weren’t the person he wanted to be picked by. “’Humans are weak.’” You quoted. Standing, you looked out

Within a grand hall stood several different members of the Survey Corps, each of them with a stern expression on their faces. “What’s going on?” You asked to yourself, a bad feeling settling in your stomach. From the far right side of the hall, a man wearing a mask strolled through the door. “Welcome, members of the Survey Corps!” He greeted you all, his voice fluent with fake enthusiasm. “Today we have you all to participate in a G-A-M-E!” No one said a word. All eyes fixated on that one person. “The Survey Corps are a source of hope for everyone within the walls. So, my dear murderers, I sh

Disclaimer: We don’t own LoZ, or any of its characters. A/N: Hello! Sorry that this is so late! Uhh… well I’ve (Cookie-Fairy-Narnia) have been a hiatus and we both have had exams. Just a lil’ warning… There is some strong language and some minor gore content. Don’t forget to check out SilverAmarant, who wrote this with me and drew the cover art. ^_^ “We’re here!” Ghirahim exclaimed, gesturing towards his room. Cringing immensely, you couldn’t help but ask. “You’re… not going to do anything to me, right?” He flipped his hair melodramatically, looking toward

Disclaimer: We don’t own LoZ (duh…) or you as a reader (also duh…) We do however, own this story (which is written by both me and Silver Amarant). Enjoy! Did you know that there are such things as demons? These beings, whilst not commonly seen by the vast public, retain superhuman abilities, driven by their masters ‘orders’. Those ‘demons’ are  known to be evil and chaotic due to the gruesome deeds they must carry out for their masters and have been since feared for being ‘heartless’. But did you know, that sometimes, these ‘demons’ fall in love? Of course you do. After a

To those who cannot see, or decide to leave this alone, I say to you “Sexism is real.” If you don’t believe me, then please leave, before I show my argument in full view. Somehow the number of ‘partners’, labels a woman as a ‘slut’ or ‘whore, but if a man walked at your door, “Wow, what a score!” shall I share more? Of course, men also are subject to this, as some are victimized for being ‘nurses’. What is this? Why does the negative connotations exist? This is my conclusion, maybe not a complete solution but treat those how you would like to be treated. Would yo

Hello! This story was jointly made by me and SilverAmarant (the biggest Vaati fan I know!) We hope you enjoy it! Disclaimer: We do not any of the legend of Zelda characters, we only own the story itself, as well as all the OCs. Chapter One: Bound "Hurry up!" A man shouted at another slightly smaller man, his blonde hair covered his face. "Hold on Brian, this is hard you know!" He yelled back, fury and impatience grew in his voice. "Steve, for goddesses sake hurry up!" Brian ordered, as he clenched his fists. They stared at the temple, darkness shrouding Triforce shone from the depths of the temple, the singular source of light throughout