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[quiescentgale]

「    •   Lights ❤  forging *ﾟ N є w *ﾟ beginning @deinox      •」

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                    ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─ Sighing for the nth time that night, for several hours since the bar have opened, it was that long since the blond have sat down on the bar stool, twirling the liquor on rock within the glass in his hand. Exuding an air of resignation and rather... a hopeless cause. One would even believed he might have been in a bad ‘Break up’ with his girlfriend... or a passing family member... yet either of those were true. Far,  F A R  from it. Chugging down half of the glass, cringing at the awful taste and the after burns as it slide down his throat. Uh, who was crazy enough to drink this thing every day? One glass was enough to make him turn and walk away...  but by Kingdom Hearts, if he wasn’t feeling so  M i s e r a b l e  and stressed out as someone carrying the weight of the world... maybe...

                               ... they were awfully good at dampening down his sorry ass.

                Cheap perfume, loud music, reeking of alcohol and cigars... getting wasted in a place like this? What was that word he’s looking for... ah, right atmospheric apparently, it was all that this place could do... until that awful,  A W F U L  singing came on. Ventus couldn’t help but, become grumpy and groaning into his elbows hiding his face there on the bar counter. ‘Somebody please put that wailing animal out of it’s misery.’ the other guests/ customers thought the same too... but obviously this was live singing bar... SIGHING  even more. What’s modesty anymore at this point. The slight tingling feeling of warm washed over, the alcohol was already loosen up his grip on control, it’s not like this town would remember who he is anyway, just a stranger visiting this dreary place. Third glass down the hatch, and the blond went right up to the stage, if those awful harpies can get their screeching on stage, he could too... he was drunk, well half drunk anyway, but the rest of the night doers here might as well be drunk too.

                 Why not get loose and go crazy? Not like Yen Sid is watching.

                                Politely ‘liberating’ the mic from their hands, ignoring protest.

            The music died into a deafening silence, and Ven allowed his voice to be heard, the voice he couldn’t say out loud. make his choice known, or his decision.  ♪ “This. Is. Survival of the fittest. THIS. is. Do or die. THIS. is, the winner takes it all, so take it all. All oh all oh all~” ♭ Fitting this song that played on the radio that morning stuck in his head, because it was so ironically fitting of his life’s misery. For someone who’s buzzed and tingling with alcohol in their system, at least he wasn’t doing that bad right? Aqua and Terra had stated he have a good voice. At least someone had the guts to get on the stage with him too, and does the other part... because what is  R A P  anyway.

                                         ♪ “This. Is. Survival of the fittest. THIS. is. Do or die.               THIS. is, the winner takes it all, so take it all. All oh all oh all~” ♭

[theshipscloset]

So uh

If anyone knows of a fic where Kirk shows/teaches Spock how humans kiss

You can like

Drop me a line

If you want

[sincerely-fili]

Ixto & Sincerely-Fili

Fili had always been one of the more curious of the modern selkie. He often swam up underneath the docks while the fishermen sat out and talked, or to a distant rock to watch the humans splash around in the waves. Although he loved his home hidden deep within the ocean's caress, Fili knew there was so much more to explore than the short visits his family made every few years, cloaked in nothing but moonlight. "It is dangerous for us to wander from the ocean," His uncle often reminded him. "Even with two legs, our structures still differ from that of a human, and we would be found out if not cautious. Just as worse, a human may steal your cloak, and you would be bound to them until it was found again. No, it is wise to stay in the ocean where we belong." But, nonetheless, the selkie could not help swimming to the surface as often as he did. At times, he forgot the dangers that lived in the waters with him. Many Sirens were nasty, gruesome sea creatures, who sang to draw in their prey. They appeared beautiful up until their talon-like hands or shark-like teeth were snapping, ready to tear into their prey's soft flesh. However, in certain locations there were subspecies of sirens that were far more friendly, and often mistaken for merfolk when in the water. But for the young prince, this was not the case. Fili was resting on a rock, his golden hair slicked back from the water. His fin, which resembles the body of a seal, soaked in the water. He was distracted by the sight of the few humans playing along the shore or resting out in the sun, when he heard a familiar hiss and felt something sharp hook into the side of his fin. Fili let out a cry as he fell back into the water, fighting desperately to escape the siren's hold. When he had finally unhooked himself, Fili shot off into the water, making sharp turns and dodging between rocks. And when he finally was confident he lost his predator, Fili pulled himself up to shore and allowed his cloak to fall, revealing two human looking legs. He collapsed in pain, feeling warm blood pooring down from the wounds in his hip.

[g0ldentrio]

Does anyone know some great fanfics?

I'm in a mood to read something with Dramione, but if Blaise is involved in the story, it's even better

[heavenswrath-blog]