Twan walked into the infirmary, his clothes covered in splatters of blood. He slowly walked into Rene’s room. Amethyst looked above her magazine, seeing him walk into Rene’s room. The purple haired girl set the magazine down on the table, got up, and followed the blonde haired boy into the room as quietly as possible. The boy sat down in the chair susunod to the red heads dead body, his eyes watery. Amethyst stood in the back of the room, leaning back on the wall, watching. The blue eyed boy took Rene’s hand, squeezing it, trying not to break down completely. The purple haired girl just...

She awoke from her sleep hearing a scream from a room. Quickly, the red head jumped out of kama and went into the living room, seeing Amara curled up in a ball on the couch. Rene walked over to her, sat down, and pet her head.

    “Amara sweetie, what’s wrong,” she said, her voice sounding half asleep. The black haired girl answered quietly.

    “Daddy… he was gonna…” her voice trailed off, not finishing her sentence; but Rene knew what she was going to say.

    “He wouldn’t jump off honey,” the red head sinabi with kindness...

She didn’t know what to do. Sitting on her bed, she stared down at the single rose in her hand. It was short stemmed, the thorns neatly cut off so she wouldn’t get pricked. The petals were a light pink, still bright with color since morning when it was ibingiay to her. She sighed, twirling the stem between her fingers. This girl, Haleigh, gave it to her. Haleigh seemed to be in pag-ibig with her and she had no idea what to do about it.

She could reject her. But she feared that Haleigh could do something rash and she didn’t want to be the cause.

She could say yes.

But she didn’t know her feelings...

This is a very tiny list, read ending notes below. I'll be adding madami songs as I find them! If song has been used, there will be a link to the fic.


Rebellion/Battle
The Pretender - Foo Fighters
Phoenix - Fall Out Boy
Discord - Tombstone Remix
Burn It Down - Linkin Park
Re-Education (Through Labour) - Rise Against
Satellite - Rise Against
Riot - Three Days Grace

Self-worth
King - Lauren Aquilina
Sleepwalking - Bring Me The Horizon
Shadow Moses - Bring Me The Horizon
Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park
Audience of One - Rise Against

Mentor to mentee
You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

Flashbacks
New Divide -...

This is a database fore all the important info, factions, weapons, races, basally everything on my new Shy Fy fic (serie), it has no pamagat yet, but this database will be updated regularly as the fic takes shape, so please check in regularly, or if you prefer I could notify you sa pamamagitan ng posting on the club pader in case of an update, pleas let me know in the commends whit's one you prefer. ( madami races will be adet I got them worked out just not the names fore them when I got Thad I will post them.) Oke now her is the info:

Very short backstory: basikly the fic is about a coalition of races both human...

I've decided to do a sort of 30 araw Sherlock challenge with myself (only I probably won't upload every day) where I write 30 short one-shots about Sherlock. They'll probably mostly be angsty and sad because I like that, and some might be Johnlock. If you're wondering why this is part 2, it's 'cause I'm including link as part 1.
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After Sherlock fell, everything went dark. John dimly remembers gloved hands, probably belonging to one of the paramedics, gripping him tightly as he sagged towards the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from the broken body. But his vision was going dark, his...

Thane sat at his usual spot at the table; grim as usual. He combed through his sandy blonde hair with his fingers. He was trapped in a whirlwind of thought. His normal tendencies to suck the souls from all the women he slept with no longer seemed relevant to do so. He was after anything that moved. Hell, even some of his new teammates had helped relieve him whenever they noticed him out of sorts. He felt ashamed; he no longer was the same Grim he used to be. He was growing wimpier araw sa pamamagitan ng araw and his confidence was draining. In the inside, he was still the half-demonic prince of Death, but on...

Just a one-shot I wrote today because I was bored. Fandom is Sherlock, and it's set during Reichenbach. Semi-AU. Warning: death. Oh and it's stream-of-consciousness, which is why it seems kind of jumbled and fragmented.
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Agony. Burning. Heat of a million flames. Panic. Pain.
I'm here.
No--no--
Sherlock. I'm here.
Pain--
Sherlock!
Struggling to open my eyes, blinking out the blood seeping into my vision. Fiery pain, pain everywhere. Easier to keep them closed.
J-John--
I'm here, Sherlock. I'm here.
Sweat, blood, dirt, become one with the shrieking agony. I'm ready...

So you wanna make a character, eh? A character that actually seems like a real person, as opposed to a lump? (or whatever bad, unrealistic characters seem like) Well that’s great.

No really, that is great. Characters should be 3D, they should have layers, thoughts, feelings, motivations; basically they’re people, only fictional. You probably know a lot about character development already (if not, look it up) but here’s one madami way to make your character seem real: quirks. Real people are weird, quirky; they have little habits that they find themselves doing, whether conscious or not,...

Rated X. For good reason.



Fang bit into the cupcake, Aisling looking at him hopefully.
"How is it? Is it good? OH MY GOD SAY SOMETHING."
Fang blinked, staring at her. He then doubled over, puking into the garbage can. Aisling winced at this, patting Fang's back.
"You... Poisoned me... I'm going... To die." Fang laid on the floor, his face practically green.
"I'm sorry." Aisling looked down. Fang kissed her leg, making her squeak and jump.
"WHAT THE HELL F-F-ang... " Fang had now sat up, halik up her leg. He grabbed her arm, pulling her down.
"Don't be sorry." He sinabi softly, pulling off Ash's skirt....

Here it is, Chasing Shadows! Oh and I suggest you read Knights link and link) first, or else this part won't make sense. And this takes place in the current timeline (as in right now, February 2013) whereas Knights was when I originally posted it on the other club (so June or July of 2012). Just thought I'd clarify.
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She was in the third bed, sitting up propped on her good elbow, the other arm in a lambanog resting on her chest. She gave a faint smile as he approached the only occupied infirmary bed, her soft turquoise eyes meeting his icy gray ones. “How are you...