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Warning Talk of drugs > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I want it I need it I taste it I breath it ~    ~     ~    ~ Opium. The cursed drug that's tore apart this country. Started this war. You have been living in China for ten years now and to you it's your home. But this drug has tore apart so many families... your family. Your mother got addicted almost the day after you got off the boat, your dad had been gone for years, and your older brother had traveled to the country before you and your mother. He was in the city waiting for you to arrive. *Flash back* You had fol

My friend, who brings drawings to life Who draws willingly, without any strife Your pencil is a magic wand you wield The pen is your sword, the eraser your shield You can go to the beach and run through the sand all through the creation of your hand Forests, deserts, the sky is your limit All it takes to draw is a minute Your pencil brings life, your eraser brings death Your characters are alive, they take a deep breath You can draw a bear, a horse, a squirrel I have nothing else to say except "Happy Birthday, Girl!"

   "Angel!" calls Vilkas as I enter the hall. "I need to see you privately." I'm returning from a contract. I had planned to quickly collect my bounty, then head to Riften to make sure the new mistress of the orphanage is treating the children better than "Grelod the Kind." I follow him to his quarters and he shuts the door. He takes me by surprise by attempting to pull me into his arms, but my dagger is at his throat before he can complete the action.    "What in the Nine Divines do you think you're doing?" I ask. He laughs.    "Peace, woman! Put away your dagger."    "Once you explain to me why I needed it in the first place, I will."

*Please note that in this fic Tavros is very much human* Tavros lay in his hospital bed, looking briefly over to the girl in the bulky bed beside him. She looked so fragile, so delicate, so close to death. Her now shaved head was wrapped in bandages, her left arm was set into a sling, while her right hand was almost completely covered in a heavy cast - he had overheard the nurses saying that it was completely crushed in the accident, that she was lucky that they didn't have to amputate it. Her legs were no better off, her right was clad in a knee brace, while her left was toting another heavy white cast. She had arrived a few weeks ago, her

Iruka x Reader - Mr. Right Hello! Please forgive me for it being absolutely dreadful, it's been quite some time since I've written any of these and am just getting back into it. Comment with what you would like to see next   Iruka was requested c: so sorry if it is not what you expected, but here it is ^-^ ******************************** It was beginning to get tiresome.  Sure, guys were asking you out every once in a while.  I mean, it’s not like you were totally attractive or perfect—and you weren’t ever the best ninja; but you were compassionate and that’s what really mattered when you were on a

 It wasn’t his looks. It wasn’t his talent, or his intelligence. (Though, to me, he was plenty smart and more talented than anyone I had ever talked to.) It wasn’t his jokes, or the way he walked, or even the clothes he wore. No. None of those things were the things that made me fall in love with Neville Longbottom. No matter how long I thought about it, I just couldn’t place just what made me love him. The traits that people normally found attractive just weren’t fitting in. Though, to be honest, my feelings toward Neville Longbottom felt anything but normal. It wasn’t his personality, though he did ha