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Chapter 1: Arise Author's Note:Yo! So I've had this in mind for awhile. I'm really motivated to do it and hopefully finish it. My grammar leaves much to be desired so ya. Criticism is appreciated. Year 845 'I'm scared. I'm really scared. I…I don't want to die.' Those were your thoughts as many of your fellow trainees, friends walked past you. Commander of the Survey Corps Keith Shadis, had just finished speaking and basically the choice was given. Join the Survey Corps, fight and die for humanity or leave and live. You were overwhelmed by exactly how many of the recruits had quickly turned away with little to no hesitation. It took

[Name] stood in the corner of the bustling living room, her sweater covered hands wrapped daintily around a warm mug of hot chocolate. Gou had insisted on throwing a New Years Eve party and that everyone would be coming. [Name] was just glad that she hadn’t bumped into Seijuro yet. She didn’t think that she would be able to deal with bumping into him right now. Especially since everyone else around her seemed so happy, mainly those who were here with their significant others. [Name] and Seijuro had broken up months ago, but [Name] had been scared to move on. Seijuro had been her first and she was afraid of being disappointed and l

≺ ;♔ ≻ as far as usual routines go, it was everyday that she found herself sitting on a bench, waiting, always waiting for the same person for every single day. it was always outside of her school’s gym, the squeaking of sneakers and thuds like thunder claps hitting, skin on volleyball, as training continued to stretch. ( she was the wind ; steady and flowing and uncontainable. it does not stop for anything, does not stop in general. often unseen but always felt, strong to make things bow but feeble to make things sway. ) there were times when she fell asleep in wait, the cold, harsh air kissing her cheek and moving

Friendship? You didn't know this word. After all, you were a painting in the Guertena museum. Your name was ________. The painter, Guertena painted you and now you lived in the museum for goodness knows how long. How long as it been? 10 years? 20? You don’t remember. All you did was watched the people in the museum pass by, stopping once in a while to see you. But you couldn’t do anything. It was late at night and you knew that there was a little girl in the world you are. You thought that she must have ended up inside a painting, which made her into this other world. The world you and the other paintings and statues are. Now you

1) Make sure the words you're using are correct. I know that this seems almost as obvious as the standard 'spelling and grammar' advice, but the amount of stories I've read where the author has put 'defiantly' instead of 'definitely', for example, are staggering and very off-putting. I know that sometimes it's difficult to spot when you've accidentally typed a word wrong, since spellcheck usually doesn't pick up on an incorrectly-used word unless it's spelled wrong, so it's important to proof-read. (I used to be incredibly guilty of this, and sometimes when I post things when I'm tired I still make errors.) I’m not saying that you can&

but do you feel like a young god? oikawa tooru is not invincible. knees hit the floor and his chest heaves; his lungs burn and they ache. sweat rolls down his body and calloused hands meet the floor. his arms threaten to give out and every ounce of strength remaining goes into supporting himself. weak. so incredibly weak. no improvement. weeks have passed. hours spent. a thousand volleyballs hit. red palms, harsh breaths. yet no improvement. nothing. he doesn’t know what he feels; he’s hit a wall and there’s a mixture of anxiety and frustration that washes over him. it’s a tidal wave that he’s failed to esc

Merman!Levi? ...Merman!Levi.                                                                                             ~*                                                                                              ~* You distinctly remember ethereal grey eyes staring at you from the water. ... .. . Your hands sought purchase blindly as more tears, rain and sea water blurred your vision. The tips of your fingers grazed a cold, smooth surface, though they slipped off almost immediately due to the excessive moisture. You gasped as you went under the surface of the water once more. Almost manically you reached out, seeking something, anyt

[ Long One-shot / one sided feelings ] What if you’re not your soulmate’s soulmate?” Timer! Soulmate AU! You heaved a sigh, (e/c) eyes staring at the (colour) coloured phone which lay on top of an airplane ticket. A scowl settled itself on your lips, and a bitter taste was present at the back of your throat. You got up, taking the phone with you, and made your way to the kitchen. “Hey, what’s up? You don’t look so good,” your roommate asked, looking over your form with a worried look in her eyes. “Yeah I’m fine. Just need a drink is all,” waving her off with a smile, albeit a sh