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Just A Maybe. Reader x Romano
On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a
Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long
The SecretKristen has a secret. She holds it in place with fine slivers of metal that clasp her hair tightly to her head, as if a wisp out of place would be it's undoing. She hides it under a gentle brush of blush across her cheek bones, as if the coral tone granted her the ability to create a new face for herself, a new body. She stuffs it up her sleeve with a freshly laundered hankerchief, knowing that every corner must be finely pressed until any flaw is smoothed away, undetectable.

At the end of each day Kristen takes off her shoes. She places them side by side, as a pair, and tucks them slightly underneath her bed so she does not trip over them i
In your heartIn your heart- A letter to say goodbye

When the stars flicker and the moon shine, you know I’m looking down at you, over your shoulder protecting you forever. When the sun shines and the flower blossoms, you know I’m smiling at you, dumbfounded by your beauty and your soul.
Trust me when I say “I won’t go” but still trust me when I’m dead and gone, because you know in your heart I can never leave. I won’t break promises I swear I won’t lie, if you’re losing faith just look up at the sky.
Remember the good in me and forget all my scars. Make a wish to bring me from the dust and from the ash. Sorr
*Paranormal*Aberrant red infusion colours sky, inexplicable!
InfinityDespite of being the middle of summer, it was a cold night. They always were back there. The fresh beach air provided the campsite with cool nights and hot days. We were sitting outside our tents, watching the dying embers of our campfire fade out. It was late, and the sounds of the surrounding campers were slowly dying out. The minutes went by, and less laughter was heard. The guitars and other instruments stopped and stayed silent. The sound of tent zippers opening and closing again. A hushed whisper now and then, the sound of a distant snore. Finally, when the only thing we could hear were the crickets and the sound of the nearby waves, we stood up. In complete silence we walked between tents and pine trees, avoiding the holes were the campfires had earlier stood.
We reached the beach and sat down on the sand. I looked up and saw the immensity of space spread out before my eyes. The stars, so clear now as they had never been in the city, filled me with wonder. The same wonder I
Bedtime StoryIt was a quaint young world in which a troupe of like-minded fellows did subsist. They found joy together in simple things, feline endeavors. Within their minds did great plumes spring, fine tufted ears and coils for caudals. They birthed their world and sat as gods upon a throne of osseous matter, led by one with a visage bright as flame.

And there they did indulge in fancy follies, games of crack which offered many an occasion in which they might giggle to themselves. But all was not well. For they did discover there the path all mortals are bound to take. For in the end are we not all but food for worms? They set to path their words in tr
AbsentEven the rainbows
Are absent
Today.
100 Themes- 001Well, This Sucks.
    Lu Yuen tried to move his arm, but that caused the ropes to tighten more, and slip farther down towards the raging river below. He let out a huff of frustration. "Can't you just pull me up?"
    "If you wanna send both of us falling into the river, sure." He didn't have time to deal with Emi's sarcasm. His legs were numb after an hour of hanging. "I have to find another way to get you up."
    The boy let out a whine, shaking a bit. "You better hurry up then. I might end up dying here of starvation before you can get me out."
    The female samurai scoffed. "You won't. Don't worry."
    Lu Yuen tried to look up at the girl. "I haven't eaten since last night!"
    Emi frowned. "Your fault."
    
    "I had no food!" he protested, trying to untangle himself from the rope. It ended sliding down some more, towards the sharp rocks. He made a face. He didn't want to get cut up into piec
A sudden blast of windI sat in the long shadow of a broken down castle wall, seeking refuge from the burning heat of summer. However, even though I couldn’t feel the Sun on my skin, the air was even warmer there, thicker and heavier. It made me feel as if I was drowning as I took my breaths. So, I got up, shaking off the broken branches and leaves that got stuck into my hair and clothes, and stepped out into the world of the supposedly blazing Sun on the other side.

The wind was strong, and cold, a reminiscence of winter within the heat of summer. It felt good on my skin as I laughed, much better than the still air of the shadow which was supposed to protec
*Footsteps*Was i ever here? footsteps disappeared.

French translation

Avais-je jamais ici? traces ont disparu.

2013 Delice1941
19th May2013
Crime of PassionWhen she left, the door closed like a gunshot.
Behind GlassThere I was, having gunned down my first plane. I turned in the seat of the cockpit just in time to see his PZL 23 Karaś go down right over the treeline into our territory. I never felt such a rush under my wings, and I could see the face of my grandfathers before me smiling through the clouds like they were welcoming me into the flock. Even better, the thought of praise I would get from my superiors for once. I’d proven them all wrong. I was the fledgling that left the nest too early, with only a few months of training beneath me before they sent me out to war.

It was the only kill I got all day, but it was all I needed. I return
Letter from Mom to DaughterMy Clelia,
You're about seven pounds now, and incredibly squished in there, aren't you?
I hate to say it, but I don't have much space left for your growing self anymore... BUT! There's plenty of space out here. Lots of sunshines, and pretty things to look at, or smell, or hear, and even touch! So you can come out nowwww~ <3
I want to see your cute little face! And your cute little toes! And those cute little fingers, and arms, and legs... your belly button, and even your bum-cheeks!
I want to hold you in my arms and keep you safe!
Your cousins, family, and ESPECIALLY your Daddy... are just dying to meet you!
So don't be scared. We'll all be here when you get around to it.
Love you always,
Mommy~
Not So AloneNot So Alone

Alone.

That was the best way to describe this hellish place. He was alone here. It was a lonely forsaken place. Nothing sane lived here. Monsters, beasts, mind-numbing impossibilities, oh this place crawled with them.

Wilson stared into his meager campfire, listening to the sounds around him. Within the inky blackness distances didn't seem to matter. The snoring beefalo he knew to be only a stone's throw away sounded farther than the croaking frogs several clicks distant. That darkness was oppressive, dangerous, and Wilson had the very real sense that if he stepped out into it, the darkness itself would be the thing to take hi
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He turned towards the large red mass beside him, and sure enough, there was the thief. Grell was…using it to cover his ears?

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For the Love of Stella - Ch. 3Grell shifted from side-to-side, brow scrunched in thought as he looked in the floor-length mirror.  "Hmm, I don't know," he mumbled, turning to the cradle nearby.  "What do you think?  Too much?  Not enough?"

Stella's eyes swept over the Reaper, pointing at him and babbling.  Grell brought his hand to his neck and nodded.

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Stella giggled, clasping her hands together, and Grell beamed when he looked at the mirror again.  T
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The sense of peace was shattered by a resonating "Thud!" coming from the foyer. With a snort and a whimper, the sleeping dog – Pess, his owner called him – startled, ears perked at the ready. He gave a small sniff, taking in the smell of Earl Gray that lingered about, and…something else. He sniffed the air again…leather?

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[3DF Fan-Audio] BLACK BUTLER: His Butler, Able

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3DF PRODUCTIONS
presents

BLACK BUTLER:
His Butler, Able

(Audio #1 of 5)

Click here to visit the blog and download the file

NOTE: This episode is currently available for streaming.

~ Adapted from the Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji anime & manga series by Yana Toboso.
~ RATING: T (language, some mild content)
~ RUN TIME: 22mins


CAST
(In order of appearance)

SEBASTIAN MICHEALIS ... Jason Marnocha
CIEL PHANTOMHIVE ... Rina Adachi
FINNY ... Curt Rose
MEY-RIN ... Pam Larson
BALDROY ... Dylan Spencer
Mr. DAMIANO ... Steven C. Phillips


MUSIC
~ Kuroshitsuji Soundtrack
~ "Monokuro no Kisu" (Introduction song) performed by SID
~ "Lacrimosa" (Ending song) performed by Kalafina.


SOUND
~ Various from the anime
~ SoundDogs.com


DISCLAIMER: 3DF is a non-profit voice acting group. We are not associated with Yana Toboso, Square Enix, A-1 Pictures, or FUNimation. We make NO money off of this; this is solely a group of folks who love the series and what we do. Please, show the original sources some love and support. The manga books are available at your local bookstore; the anime is available on DVD and via streaming on must major video websites.
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3DF's first fan-audio installment in our Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji series.

DISCLAIMER: We are a group of voice-actors and friends, fans of the series, who are out to share the love. We are not affiliated with the original creators of Black Butler, nor do we take credit from them. Please, support the original works! Look for the manga at your local bookstore, and the anime on DVD and for streaming on many major video websites.
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