SailorSun1998

Note: In order for full experience, I would suggest replacing the keys in some sort of Word processor, just so you don't have to mentally replace the words, and have to think about it. Key: BASIC y/n- Your name h/c- Hair color h/l- Hair length, description (wavy, frizzy, shaggy) e/c- Eye color LOKI'S POV You were a spectator, a watcher. It hadn't seemed like long before you saw her, her face covered with outraged fury, it was as frightening as it was beautiful, it was. "Oh come on, y/n, give me another chance!" Her boyfriend yelled, and I smirked, shaking my head, how foolish Midgardians could be. She scoffed, "Go to Hell! I gave

((SPOILER ALERT!!! This story starts towards the end of "The Azran Legacy" game, and mentions quite a few things that are revealed in the game. If you know what happens already, wonderful! You get to enjoy the story without any worries at all. If you don't know and want to read anyway, be my guest.~)) (y/n) wasn't expecting this most recent excursion of Hershel's to be so tense and life threatening. She and the professor had gone on many digs together, each one with its own combination of excitement and thrills. The past two have been the most exhilarating. She joined Professor Layton and Emmy on their journey to Misthalery, meeting Clark Tr

You were hidden; shrouded within the shadows whilst your sister shone like the stars, captivating all who saw, claiming the spotlight that she always craved. You, however, were quite the opposite to your dear sister, Christine. In your spare time you read whilst she danced, drew whilst she gossiped and sewed whilst she sang. Times were dull as one of the Populaire’s costume designers, the sheer effort to impress not only the directors, but also the participants and the audience left very little room for fault. Not to mention the aggravating critique from that of Carlotta; one of the many reasons you currently lack in costume staff. Tho

You gaze over the ivory keys in both curiosity and wonder at the instrument which the Master played and composed his heavenly pieces. It astonished you. How an instrument could produce such beautiful sounds at the touch of such a being. Your Master’s. Monsieur Destler. Though he did always prefer the title of Master from your lips. He was a famous composer, one of which could not be identified truthfully by anyone. He never attended gala’s, nor balls, meeting were letters which were delivered by your hand. He was a stranger in the eyes of the public. Even yourself. It had been three years since you had began working for him,

please listen to this while reading this piece ! ♚Slowly, gently night unfolds its splendor, Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Pipes from the organ roar as he sets out orchestrating and polishing the notes for his next enchanting piece. The tip of his quill dances across the thick golden parchment that was pushed against the music stand as he makes an edit in the tune, the shoulders scratching against the texture as the slit bleeds black, glossy ink, while the light vanes and barb kiss and skim against his leather hand. His vigorous gaze was set reverently on the staff of his music sheet, which seemed be misaligned with clefs a

"The beating of a heart is the first source of music!" -Shining Saotome, Uta no Prince-Sama (Seven-colored Compass) HEY ! 10 Are you ready ? 9 Are you ready ? 8 Are you ready ? 7 6 5 Are you ready ? 4 Are you ready ? 3 Are you ready ? 2 1 ~ Otoya IttokiXReader     A strong gust of wind caused bright green vivid grass to dance along to a silent song you couldn't hear. The bright blue sky and few white clouds, and the few clouds in the sky had the fluffy appearance of a cotton ball and flew slowly through the sky. You placed your headphones gently over your ears as you pulled out a piece of paper, placing it against your folder for a hard s

I'm broken Do you hear me I'm blinded Cause you are everything I see I'm dancing, alone I'm praying That your heart will just turn around READER I stared out the gardens of the academy, watching the rain pour down in sheets. I was in the music room, trying to practice my piano for the first demo song Tokiya and I were to record.            At the thought of Tokiya, I felt my heart rate speed up a little and my face turn a pinkish color. I really liked him; from the moment I heard his voice he captured my heart. But I knew that becoming his girlfriend will be nearly impossible for me. Why? Because he already has another.          

Seven Minutes in Heaven (Aijima Cecil) Author's Note: 'sup? I'm doing Cecil today. I just randomly asked my sis which one I should do and one of them was too lazy tot say and the other toke a while. Plus, I haven't worked on this series in a while... Enjoy!!! Aijima Cecil You were just about to reach your hand in the basket and Ren pulled it away. "Good luck,______________," he winked. "I get your point, Ren," you said. "Harsh, eh?" "Just let me pick out a name already..." "Fine~," he handed you the basket. You didn't really care who it was, really. You just wanted to get this over with and yeah. You grabbed a folded strip and opene