FrannyKawaii

everything you once thought was not beautiful may someday be if you simply change your perspective

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At the end of the world, I want to be in your arms. I want the last thing I see to be your vibrant eyes. I want the last thing I feel to be the beat of your heart. I want the last thing I hear to be your cheerful laugh. I want the last thing I smell to be your flowery lotion. I want the last thing I taste to be your berry lips. I want to be in your arms at the end of the world.

Marik pried the aureate bands from his wrists before readjusting himself in his place under Ryou’s bed. “Ugh, Yuugi should have come to attack by now,” he muttered, growing impatient. In that moment, the door suddenly burst open. “Marik!” Yuugi called upon his entrance. “I’ve come to-” He interrupted himself by dropping his weapon (a water gun). Upon realising Marik was nowhere to be seen, he called out again, “W-wha-? Marik?” He sighed. “Marik! I-I know you’re in here!” the frail teenager howled with uncertainty. He sighed again, this time with more alleviation t

I see nothing. I hear nothing. I smell nothing. I taste nothing. I feel nothing. Sometimes I immerse myself in a fantasy world where this is true. Through the dirt burning painfully in my eyes, I see nothing but blurred trees, blurred, frantic guards. I hear the guards screaming commands at their lower-rank underlings. "Find her! Find her!" They're referring to me. The strong scent of cologne fills my nose; the guards are getting painfully near. The taste of my own blood fills my mouth. It tastes almost metallic; like going to a mall and drinking out of a fountain. I feel dead. My body was battered, bruised, and covered in blood. My skin was

The smoke blows black and thick through the air. As I walk down the road, paved with tar, I can't help but wonder about The Earth Before. What did the air taste like? The air tastes like smog, now. What did the trees look like? Well, there aren't any, anymore. What color was the water? Now it's just a dim grey. I smile as I think of my wonderful fantasies. I think about how nice it would be if I was born in The Earth Before. My grandmother remembers The Earth Before. She used to tell me wondrous stories of the beautiful nature. Nature. "Is that even a word?" I wonder. I know what the word means, but in The Earth After, it seems to have no

PrussiaxReader: Trade As you walked down the sidewalk, your favorite necklace, unknowingly, of course, began to slip off of your neck until it fell to the ground. You continued to walk, not noticing that your necklace had fallen off. "Fräulein!" Hmm? Someone...is talking to me? You turned to see a boy, around your age, with silvery-white hair and burning carmine eyes. "I think you dropped this, fräulein." He tossed you necklace at you, which you unfortunately don't catch, but pick it up off of the ground where it had landed. "T-thank you." "Nice catch." he mumbled as he walked off. Le Sexy Prussian Time Skip ~ Many years later Yo