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It's In The Blood: Yin and Yang's Bio
Name: Lucy, Devil, Yang [Ashton]
Body: Subtle hourglass [when wearing her suit], pale ivory skin, slender, a dancer's body.
Eyes: Right eye is completely black with an off gray pupil, the left eye is completely white with a black ring dividing it from the sclera and a black pupil.
Hair style/color: Hip length, straight hair with straight cut bangs that fall a little above her eyes with two long strands to frame her face. The right side of her head/hair is completely black while the left is completely snow white.
Clothing Style: Very fancy. Wears a dark blue with red pinstripes suit, dark blue dress shirt with red tie, silver katana shaped cuff links, either black dance shoes or black heels, and a black fedora with a white lily in the red silk band. Her nails even match this style, all painted half blue and half red.
Piercings: Both of her ears once each. In her right ear, hanging from a thin chain, is a silver pentagram. While in her left ear, hanging from a thin c
Razorblade Romance: 6
"Young Miss, it's time to awake." Marik soothingly called, arousing me from my sleep. "Young Miss, it's 8:30..." I moaned softly, feeling his fingertips ghost across my cheek. "Roselyn already has picked out your outfit for the day and Vladimir is running a few errands before picking you and your cello up, young Miss." Slowly I opened my eyes, blinking a few times as I rubbed away the sleep from my tired amethyst eyes. "Sleep well?" Marik asked, pulling the blankets back and helping my out of bed. He caught me as I tripped over my own feet, only to be held against his hard chest. I pulled away and yawned, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. "Come now, we cannot have you falling on the way to the shower." Marik picked me up and carried me into my bathroom, setting me down on the closed toilet. With a bow, he left me alone to get clean.
"Miss, I'll be right here when you're done." Informed Roselyn from the other side of the door. Faintly I sighed, stripping off my dirty clothes a
Razorblade Romance: 4
Like Marik said, he woke me up at 6 o’clock sharp. I was rubbing the sleepy dust out of my eyes as Roselyn stood behind me, brushing out my short brunette tresses with an ornate soft bristled brush. “Did you sleep well, Miss?” the maid asked, peering at me through the mirror. I yawned into my hand before nodding. I wasn’t really a morning person, per se. It takes me a few minutes to become fully awake, hence all the yawning. “That’s good to hear…” Roselyn spoke, walking with me to my large closet. I wasn’t one for flashy things, as it was reflected in my choice of clothing. She just stood there and held my clothes that I gave, knowing that she’ll take them out and setting them on my bed. I grabbed a black and white banned striped hoodie, a plain white American Eagle tank top, black ankle socks, plain light blue ripped jeans, and a pair of crew cut black and white Converses.
I stripped out of my nightgown and threw it
Razorblade Romance: 2
I blinked, looking out my balcony doors to see the moving trucks pulling up in front of the old Alcestis house hold. They were either an elderly couple or newly weds, hardly anyone with children would think of that house because of the secrets it once-- and still does-- held. I turned away from my little look out spot as the door to my bedroom opened.
“Miss, your supper is ready,” one of the maid’s stated. She was a little shorter than me and reminded me a lot of May-Rin from Black Butler. She looked like her, too. Roselyn bowed at the waist, keeping the door open for me as I passed. Closing the door, Roselyn walked a few paces behind me, keeping her hands clasped in front of her.
“What did Marik cook for tonight’s supper?” I asked softly, walking down the stairs.
“Japanese Spiny Lobster Sauté, along with roasted turkey, sticky toffee pudding, fairy cakes and more.” Answered Roselyn, never raising her voice to be louder than
Let's Play Slender... Lonesome GhostLet's Play Slender....
Victim One: The Lonesome Ghost
Devin sat at the little dinning table, his laptop idly running as he thought of what to do. He was bored and didn't feel like updating his blog in the least bit. Jiggling the pointer a bit to clear his screen, Devin decided to start up this computer game he was hearing so much about. If he remember correctly it was called "Slender".
Having already download it, he just quickly read the "How To Play" before starting; making sure he had his headphones on and plugged in. Only thing he could hear was the chirping of crickets and the sound of dead leaves being walked on as the logo faded onto his screen before slowly fading away. Only thing the lonesome Ghost could see was whatever the flashlight's light showed.
Cocking his head to the side, Devin used the arrow keys to move forward, the touch pad of his laptop moving the light over the trees. So far he was seeing nothing except the trees as he continued down the path
Destiny of the Damned: 3
Destiny of the Damned: 3
Chris' Point of View
Out of the corner of my eye I seen Crystal sigh heavily as she tucked her iPhone away in her purse that laid by her feet. "You okay, hon?" I asked, lacing our fingers together as I used the other to drive. I couldn't help but smile, feeling the warming metal band of her gift against my skin. I knew the days events were getting to her as she yawned silently into her hand. Up until today she has been busy with clients, but that was the price of being a well known message therapist.
"I'm fine, Chris. Just a little tired is all."
"Let me guess, how Kuza acted earlier is nagging at you, isn't it?" I asked. She just shrugged her shoulders, looking out the window. Why must she be so headstrong? Sometimes it just got on my nerves that she wouldn't ask for help. I sighed heavily, knowing I couldn't force her to tell me what was bothering her. Soon we were at the animal shelter. "We're here Cryst " I looked over to see her smi
Sweater [Dave x Reader]
“Yo, like what the fuck are you even wearing?”
“Shut the fuck up, Dirk.”
“Is something like that even legal in like, Canada?”
“What the hell does Canada have to do with this?”
“You probably killed all their mooses and stuck them on that sweater, Dave.”
“It’s not mooses, bro. It’s meese.”
“It’s ameesing that you’re still wearing that sweater.”
“That was pretty ironically lame, Dirk.”
“Yeah? I’d like to see you do better.”
“Moose out of the way motherfucker. Shit’s about to get real.”
“Okay, you have me there.”
“Damn right I do.”
“But seriously, what’s up with those...meese?”
“Well, she mentioned that-”
“Woah woah, Dave. She?”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“[Name] made this fo
Loki x Pregnant! Reader Icy Colds
Loki x Pregnant! Reader Icy Colds
“Loki, Loki!” (Name) called from the living area, rubbing her large tummy contentedly (as stereotypical pregnant mothers seem to always do). It was hardly a second before a very familiar figure teleported into the room. Then a rather chill handed rested on her shoulder gently from behind.
“You called, my love?” He murmured as she giggled. That is, until she felt a sneeze coming on.
“U-Uh, yeah, but you should really move back!!” She replied with a shove, and pushed him backwards as she let the lovely sneeze out. “ACHOO!!”
“…(Name)…you just froze…you just froze my boot!!” He exclaimed, pointing at her and then at the now ice covered shoe. She blushed lightly, offering her lamest grin yet.
“Sorry, Loki…that’s actually what I wanted to show you, to be honest.” She admitted as he stepped closer to her, examining her body.
“And how exactl
Loki x Reader You're Reading...
Loki x Reader You’re Reading…
“…A what??” Loki asked as the laptop quickly snapped shut in front of his face. He cast a glance over at the lovely damsel known as (Name), who had an embarrassed blush creeping up her face.
“I-It’s nothing worth looking at, really!” She replied as she made an attempt to high tail it out of there ASAP. Unfortunately, Loki had other ideas.
“No, (Name), I want you to tell me; What was that Loki x (Name) piece of electric literature I saw on your page a moment ago?” He half-asked, half-demanded. She couldn’t help but gulp as she gave in to his intimidation.
“I-It was a fan fiction.”
“A fan fiction? What kind of fiction is that?” He asked curiously, her fingers drumming along the top of the laptop nervously.
“A fan fiction is a story where people will take two characters or people and put them together in a story. Sometimes it’s a character and the
Jacket [Dirk x Reader]
“Uh. Hey Dirk?”
“The fuck are you wearing?”
“These, my dear twin, are called clothes. I’m simply sitting here, idly reading my book, and you are insisting on intruding in my space.”
“I’m not talking about your clothes fucktard! I’m talking about your jacket!”
“Oh this? I make one cute bear don’t I?”
“You’ve got to be hot as hell in that.”
“Yeah, perhaps so.”
“So? Take it off.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t want to have to explain to mom about how you died of heatstroke because you wouldn’t take that stupid ass jacket off!”
“Then just say I died of erotic asphyxiation.”
“Just a bit yeah. Take the jacket off!”
“Get the fuck off me!”
“Dirk, I’m serious! There is nothing ironic
Depressed!Romano x Reader- Whiskey Lullaby
He had kept all your letters.
The normal, almost automatic like thing people would usually do when they receive letters is to read them once, or skim them over again just to make sure that they had read it entirely right, quickly soaking in the words that had been written or typed by a loved one or friend. Even a bill of some sort would be quickly read through and paid in no time, leaving the white strip to be tossed into a nearby trash can- And the only time people would usually send letters is to wish someone a happy birthday, or to congratulate the person on some life accomplishment or simple goal that they were aiming to achieve, like finally bearing a child or graduating from high school and entering the college of their dreams. Simple letters had been getting scarcer the more technology through the ages has progressed into a world wide fenominom, leaving pieces of paper with conversations people would treasure and hold near to them to diminish little by little. It was on
England X Reader: Teach Me How to Ice Skate
“Arthur, can you finally tell me why you decided to bring me here?” you asked, turning your head to the side to look at your emerald-eyed companion who walked next to you, your gloved hand tightly holding on to his.
At the sound of your voice, Arthur shifted his gaze, which was previously focused on the path ahead of him, over to look at you, and upon seeing the eager and slightly impatient expression on your face, he let out a tiny smile. “You’ll find out soon, _____,” he replied, turning his gaze back in front of him.
You pouted slightly and clenched your fists impatiently, causing your grip on Arthur’s hand to tighten. “You’ve been telling me that ever since we walked out of the house, and I still don’t know why.”
“I’ll tell you once we get there,” Arthur answered simply, not even turning his head to look at the slightly disappointed expression on your face.
You let out a groan and removed your hand from h
The Mirror (Loki x Reader)
Loki has no idea, you’re certain, of how lonely he is. You watch him pace about his chambers—as you always did—clearly unsure as to what to do with himself. He feels angry, betrayed, and confused. And always he forces himself to carry this burden alone. His sits down heavily on his bed, head in his hands, and you move to obtain a finer view of the man. Perhaps you should reveal yourself to him, let him know someone was there for him. But you knew full and well how skittish he could be, both untrusting and unwilling. You run a gentle hand down the edge of the glass, tracing the outline of his defeated reflection. You sigh heavily as you pull away from the mirror, washing the image of the man from it confines, leaving only a copy of your lone image.
The knock at your chamber door pulls from your reverie and elegantly you glide over to answer its call. It’s Sif. She grins at you and you can’t help but smile back as you invite her in.
“How have you been?
(Butler!Dave x Reader) Ironic
That’s a fancy name for a butler, she thought. Then she notices another letter inside the envelope. It says :
We forgot to tell you that one of the actor which is working with us agreed to marry you~ He is a fine men, don’t worry.
Dave Strider, your new butler will teach you about the movie world business!
The engagement is in a month~
P.S. You can’t refuse, and don’t start an argument with us.
Love, Mom and Dad
Now that’s surprising. She frowns, feeling angry inside. Why didn’t her parents ask about her opinion, at least? But then, she just sigh. She knew she doesn’t stand a chance against her parents.
Just as she’s about to put the letter inside the envelope back, she heard a knock on the door. That must be Strider.
The said man opens the door, revealing himself. He’s pretty good looking, with platinum blonde hair. But unfortunately, he wears a pair of aviator shade
My Boss' Secret 8 (Modern AU! Rivaille x Reader)
Scratchy and ticklish, that’s how I would describe the fibers that reached up and itched my cheek. There’s one major problem with my current sleeping arrangement and of course, the perpetrator also happens to be the very source of my recent problems. I don’t think there’s any need to elaborate more on that fact.
“You’re a terrible host, I hope you know that.” With my voice low and still recovering from my sudden wake up call, I called out to the man stretched across the bed.
“The alarm was ringing for ten minutes and you were still off in whatever sick world you dream of.”
“Who wakes up at six in the morning on a Sunday anyways!?” I cried in utter displeasure and found the strength to pick myself of the carpeted ground.
Seeing that I was ready to get up and moving, Rivaille removed himself from the bed and began to push me towards the bathroom.
“Hurry up and get ready, we have cleaning to do.”
Oh somebody ple
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