I was tagged for the first time EVER by @C-crystal, better known now as @Esmochi (I hope I spelled that right. . .) so thank you so much! It means a lot to me! So I, just like her, made a whole little book for tags. So, enjoy!…
Just OCs from my favorite universes and my own universes.…
I'm trying something different for this story. My first roleplay! Yay!…
I'm swerving completely off my usual writing. This is a fairly serious topic, so please try not to be too ridiculous in the comments. And yes, I do actually have anxiety. My mom's a therapist and my other therapist both have confirmed this, but I'm not asking for too much pity. You can send comforting comments, but try not to go overkill. I'll explain everything in the book. *Note, this is the reason I haven't updated a lot of my stories recently*…
Enjoy! And do you get the cover? *nudge, nudge* I'll give you a hint: The title says "short."…
I was bored, so i randomly started writing chat rooms with FMA characters, staring. . . You, dear reader! Enjoy my randomness!…
I'll make some random a*s role play scenarios and other stuff for my OCs in my OC book, so feel free to drop a comment on the chapter you wanna role play with or DM me and we'll figure something out! Hope to see you in the pages!…
Within this story, I'm having people send in coming out writings or alliance proclamations, both real and fictional as they so please, and compiling them into this little book. I want people to feel comfortable with writing in here, so you don't have to write anything if you're uncomfortable. I just want people to see that you don't have to hide. You can be who you are. No one's stopping you.…
I have the game and I wanted to write about it so here it is!…
Freshman and sophmore year has come and gone and junior year left an imposing shadow over a young woman. Her dark, (h/c) hair was dull compared to all the bright, vibrant colors of the world around her, yet seemed to blend perfectly with her (e/c) eyes. At least, that's what other people thought. To this young minor, her hair was hideous, always frizzy and tangled. Her eyes were far too dark and always full of anxiety and tiredness. In fact, there was only one thing she adored about her appearance. The Tetris tattoo that adorned the back of her left wrist. It was a special tattoo, but not because it was unique. No, this connected her to her closest friends. The three of them had gone to a tattoo parlor a few blocks away from her apartment complex and got the very tattoos they had to this day as a sign of their friendship. The friends now carried Pac-Man markings on opposite shoulders while she had chosen the Tetris "vintage or bust" tattoo she adored. It made the girl feel like she had a purpose in life. One that didn't revolve around the eighteen demons of her emotions stored in her brain. Or that her family wasn't supporting her anymore. No, (y/n) Ann had something to live for.And to mark the start of a new year, she dyed her hair (h/c) like the (item name) to match the depths of her (e/c) eyes. Junior year was only a day away by then. . . But the shadow still looked over her. Would she be able to survive her last three years of high school? Or would she perish like the zombies in Apocalypse of the Damned?…
yeah I have wierd tastes in anime. don't judge me.…
Some will look like crap. I apologize ahead of time!…