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Kuroshitsuji Book of Circus Opening!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6JdxfoIHj4Kuroshitsuji Book of Circus Opening! by Snowflower--Chan00
Kingdom Hearts 3: chapter 2Chapter 2: The Journey Begins!Kingdom Hearts 3: chapter 2 by Snowflower--Chan00
The crisp waves of the ocean crashed into the shore, the sunlight reflected from the water's surface; it was another beautiful day on Destiny Island.
Singing birds chatted amongst themselves, shafts of sunlight streamed from the cracks of an abandoned shed somewhere deep within the forest.
A woman leaned against the shed's cold wall surrounded by dangerous men.
The scent of rain wafted inside the dimly lit room. These were few members of her notorious gang.
They were known throughout Destiny Island's underworld as the Kyomizu Clan.
"Yuka-chan will now speak." Enma, her big brother announced.
The woman, Yuka had her arms folded across her chest with her green eyes closed.
Her glossy straight brown hair hung loosely to the small of her back.
It was currently bound into a ponytail and clasped with yellow roses.
Yuka waited patiently for the men to fall silent.
"Thanks for helping me pound the living day lights out of the enemy last week." Yuka began, earning
The Crystal War (chapt. 1: A fresh start)The Crystal War (chapt. 1: A fresh start) by Snowflower--Chan00
Small fingers brushed the crisp pages of a royal purple leather book. The inky black letters had a comforting sense and felt cool to the touch. The title of the book was engraved with gold letters its elegant cursive lines formed the words: The Elemental Artes. Each finger rested on a smooth drawing of the twin elemental spirits from the Crystallia woods. The enchanting forest divided both kingdoms and did its business with them. With a turn of another page, the delicate fingers of a Lady scanned the black and white drawing of the Goddess each kingdom worshiped, but had different views of what would please her.
How simply breathtaking this all powerful Goddess was and how oh so foolish were people with their silly ideas of what pleased the Gods. What did mere mortals truly know about such divine beings? Sunshine brightened the Goddess's picture which was etched by stein glass in the grand library. The morning had come rather too quickly to the reader's liking.
Her blonde hair was a lit
Birth of a New Witch(Rain mercilessly falls from the blackened sky as lightning strikes over the cursed island.Birth of a New Witch by Snowflower--Chan00
Bound to her prison, the evil witch waits to snatch the souls of the selected humans in hopes of being free.
Lightning lights up the room and brightens up the portrait of the very witch known as Beatrice.)
You surely had a dream you didn't believe in that became reality.
(Butterflies hover over a field of beautiful flowers in the surreal morning light.)
You were scared of believing in it, so it took shape in your heart . . .!
(Beatrice sips tea in her garden, her face is immersed in shadow which gives her a mysterious look.)
Even with that, you always believed foolishly in the broken love. . .
You are only betting that I'm a bad witch!
(Shannon, a maid who works for the Ushiroyima family, wishes for her and George to somehow be together in front of Beatrice's portrait. A golden butterfly flutters by her in the empty hallway.)
Ah. . .! From the dream I saw, the miracle has been stolen. . .
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:to the girl i lose my words around by MisfitableGrae
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of