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Coffin [Miyoshi] by JadeDeng, literature

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Coffin [Miyoshi]

like a desert in the rain; - a spark without a flame [ It is summer; the birds sing, and the sun shines bright. ] You sat in front of a typewriter, its keys still gleaming from recent use - like fictitious shining. On the table lay today's papers, along with the cautiously typed out letters you had just written. Coffee that you'd made - sweetened so with sugar that it should be syrup instead - sat in its saucer, precariously atop a stack of notes you'd been assigned to annotate. Late afternoon it was, and the light from the windows illuminated the workstation in your study. After acquiring the machine, you had gotten into th

Anomaly [Kenma Kozume] by JadeDeng, literature

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Anomaly [Kenma Kozume]

He never found her boring. She was like one of the characters in his games, though not so quite the protagonist. Maybe someone like him, perhaps; someone who was in the shadows, who found it fine even when it wasn't themselves who held the spotlight. She was like the night; quiet, dark, ever-changing. He watched her, yeah, from glimpses in hallways to stares in classrooms, sometimes he caught her watching him too. And when their gazes met he would glance away while she looked on. She had nice eyes. Was all he thought, because he hadn't really known that much of her, other than that she liked books almost as much he had liked his video games

we loved like fools [Oikawa x Iwaizumi] by JadeDeng, literature

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we loved like fools [Oikawa x Iwaizumi]

Oikawa has never been anything less than first to Hajime. And it has been that way for as long as Hajime can remember, since there wasn't a timeline in his memory that does not include Oikawa Tooru. (He thinks of Oikawa with snotty noses and tear stained cheeks, and laughs at the fact that the brunette has always looked ugly when he cried.) ~ When they were five, Hajime discovers a strange fascination with insects, and he would head out with his net and jelly jars to look for them in the midst of tall grass and muddy ponds. Oikawa drags himself along most of the time, bringing his "Iwa-chan don't you find them disgusting?"s and "Don't touch

Yellow [Oikawa Tooru] by JadeDeng, literature

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Yellow [Oikawa Tooru]

He was a queer man. You were a first-hand witness to his never-ending practices, brief catching glimpses through the tinted glass windows of the gym. At some point, he seemed inescapably mesmerised by the mere presence of the volleyball before his eyes as he jumped for a serve. And sometimes you would simply stare, eyes reaching pass the shadows on the glass and focusing on his figure. Oikawa Tooru was tall, a head or so more than you, and he would wipe away the perspiration on his forehead with the back of his wrist before lining up for another hit. Sometimes you weren't sure if you were even scratching the surface, because he felt like a

Pillow [Kuroo Tetsurou] by JadeDeng, literature

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Pillow [Kuroo Tetsurou]

The crisp morning air stings, and Kuroo bristles as he inhales the abomination of city smog and cold temperature. His arms wrap around your waist as they seek out the warmth they gave out. He breathes out, as he hugs the two of you together, the tips of his forever-there bedhead brushes against the back of your neck. "T....That tickles.." You murmur, voice half muffled by the blanket and the sleepiness of dawn, and when there was no reply heard, you duck your head away from his. "Mmm...." He speaks no words when he inclines his head on your shoulder, arms hugging you even harder so that you two stuck together like glue. Leaving no room for

Want [Akashi Seijuro] by JadeDeng, literature

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Want [Akashi Seijuro]

He was a queer one, you decided. He, with his fiery red hair and heterochromic orbs of ruby and gold, both of which shine with the lightning that rages through clouds. Yes, Akashi Seijuro was a queer man indeed. The way that he lives in disregard to the way everyone else lives, it was as if he lives in another dimension all by itself. He might as well have been, he could have been an alien that migrated to Earth for all you've known and cared. They acknowledge him, with fear evident in their colourless orbs. They see him as the King within their midst, like the ruler of a top-heavy bureaucracy, the one who brokers no disobedience. The One wh

Provocation [Kuroo Tetsurou] by JadeDeng, literature

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Provocation [Kuroo Tetsurou]

"Hey (Y/N)." He muttered face-down into the bed. "Yeah?" You replied from the couch. "You seem really cute sometimes, ya'know?" Lifting his head up, Kuroo rested it on his crossed forearms. "Of course, why else would you be dating me?" You huffed, retort tinging with a hint of playfulness. Kuroo pouted, bottom lip jutting out to form a slight under-bite. "Aw, don't be so mean, (Y/N)-chan!" You glanced up at him, eyes condescending. "But, did I mention, you look cuter when you're mad!" Kuroo taunts, dark orbs glistening in the know that you would take the bait. "Nice try, Kuroo." You sighed, and pulled your paperback back into your line

Chaleur by JadeDeng, literature

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Chaleur

They say that you decide on your feelings towards someone within the first four minutes of meeting them. I'd say our four minutes dragged over a long time, didn't it? Two whole years - Seven hundred and thirty days, forty-three thousand and eight hundred hours. A millennium of moments, both to remember and forget. We were so-I guess you'd say-in love with the idea of each other. You seemed to be the only one who dared to venture out of your world and into mine. We created a world all of our own, a whole other dimension. Maybe it was just a source of inspiration for our stories, that 'love' we shared. Maybe were were just using each other sub

Equilibrium [Akashi Seijuro] by JadeDeng, literature

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Equilibrium [Akashi Seijuro]

It's no question that Akashi Seijuro simply detested being wrong. Being 'wrong' meant that you were.... well, in the wrong. It meant that you were incorrect, that you had failed-in however small the aspect. It was also no mystery that you loved him-to him at least. He'd like to believe that you loved him as much as the distance between the Earth and the Sun, even when the moon was in their way. But he wasn't wrong. He was, as he'd always liked to believe-right. You were, in-what most people would call-love with the red head, well, not so much 'love' as affection or attraction. He was, as you'd like to say, the love of your life, or rather, y

Warmth [Nishinoya Yuu] by JadeDeng, literature

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Warmth [Nishinoya Yuu]

A day in the wee months of winter were most often than not - cold. Sometimes you found Nishinoya Yuu endearing. With his smile and the fact that he basically was the definition of 'charismatic'. "Ha! I win!" But then, other times, the thoughts you had were shattered-much like the snowball which had decided that your face was a perfect spot to ingrain itself. Damn. The digits on your hand were peppered by icy stings as you struggled to pull yourself off the snowy ground, and back onto your feet. However, it seemed that your limbs disagreed with your intentions, as you flopped back down, your previous efforts futile. "(Y/N)!" The boy called

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Coffin [Miyoshi] by JadeDeng, literature

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Coffin [Miyoshi]

Anomaly [Kenma Kozume] by JadeDeng, literature

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Anomaly [Kenma Kozume]

we loved like fools [Oikawa x Iwaizumi] by JadeDeng, literature

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we loved like fools [Oikawa x Iwaizumi]

Yellow [Oikawa Tooru] by JadeDeng, literature

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Yellow [Oikawa Tooru]

Pillow [Kuroo Tetsurou] by JadeDeng, literature

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Pillow [Kuroo Tetsurou]

Want [Akashi Seijuro] by JadeDeng, literature

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Want [Akashi Seijuro]

Provocation [Kuroo Tetsurou] by JadeDeng, literature

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Provocation [Kuroo Tetsurou]

Chaleur by JadeDeng, literature

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Chaleur

Equilibrium [Akashi Seijuro] by JadeDeng, literature

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Equilibrium [Akashi Seijuro]

Warmth [Nishinoya Yuu] by JadeDeng, literature

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Warmth [Nishinoya Yuu]

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Fantasy Over a Minor Key by AlwaysRainCheck, literature

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Fantasy Over a Minor Key

In another life I am a veterinarian, a pilot, an astronaut a surgeon, a good husband, an invisible organist, the rocket and the abandoned church, I know exactly what's wrong. In another life I choose to ask, and the question somehow changes everything: so in another life you are still plucking words from the Oxford dictionary, you are looking through the window at the dark forest, the gloaming sky - your mind is lost at secrets, your tea has gone cold, your pen still roams in a daydream of winged wolves. In another life April didn't happen, May left like jokes and too much wine: a stomach ache, a good memory, scorching echoes in my head - Summer was a Monet painting all the way through December. In another life I got lost and came back to the lakeside where we kissed for the first time, we brought home a stray named it after something weird raised it for 5 decades, in another life I didn't make up any of this. In another life the shape of a conch shell doesn't remind me of

The Heat Devours (Yandere!Dabi x Reader) by UnluckyAmulet, literature

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The Heat Devours (Yandere!Dabi x Reader)

"Ssh." His voice is languid, close to your ear as you make a sound of distress. The grainy fabric of the gag is rubbing uncomfortably against the corners of your mouth, pressing your tongue down and leaving an unpleasant taste behind. The ropes tying your wrists, knees and ankles are uncomfortable too, but at least there's a thin layer of fabric to mitigate the pressure, if only a little bit. The heat is getting to you, though. Dabi seems wholly unaffected by it, even clad in his heavy black trenchcoat and nonchalantly holding you on his lap, his arms crushing you to him in a way that suffocates you far more than the smoke clogging the air

salvator. | genos by ciiren, literature

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salvator. | genos

tragedy is not foreign to the cities. whether it’s a strange ship that hovers overhead, a meteor, or creatures, the stories and sights never appear to be exaggerated. it’s frightening to have to live through such things and despite the frequent encounters, the shock never fades. but no matter how bad the situation is or how dangerous it seems, there is always faith. faith in the heroes. admittedly, you don’t keep up with them as much as other civilians do. the ones you’ve met lose all respect the moment they speak; arrogance spills from parted lips and an unsettling grin appears on their features. there are some who

cura. | crs01 by ciiren, literature

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cura. | crs01

trigger warning;; blood mention. trembling hands. bloodied cheeks. bruised skin. the gnawing feeling of death and the last flicker of hope extinguished. the rosalia virus takes over quickly-- odd symptoms appear in the most innocent of people and breaking news of a rising death count echoes in every household. convulsions, hallucinations, hemorrhaging, black bruises-- frightening signs that only serve as a reminder of what little time is left. despite the quarantine zone, the disease slips through the cracks and captures more civilians. the virus consumes you and it’s only a matter of days before it’s all over. you had a feeli

thief. | akira by ciiren, literature

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thief. | akira

“i heard he killed someone.” “there’s no way our principal would let him come to our school if he did, dumbass. i heard he--” yeah, yeah. akira kurusu stabbed someone. akira kurusu punched someone in the face. endless rumors. no one really knows what he did-- the only thing people know is his name and the fact that he has a criminal record. other than that? nothing. he keeps to himself most of the time. he’ll answer when called upon, go to the library and study diligently, just normal things-- but he’s usually alone. you feel a little guilty, but you definitely know that he has a record for somet

joyride. | iwaizumi by ciiren, literature

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joyride. | iwaizumi

i. iwaizumi isn’t fond of the first day of school. it’s always the same thing: introduce yourself to the class and share something interesting. he tries to come up with something good, he really does. --except he finds little fascination in his life, which means no one else would find fascination in it, either. so when it gets to oikawa’s turn, like always-- “i’m captain of the volleyball team!” the dumbass doesn’t even introduce himself anymore because everyone knows him. can’t miss a loudmouth like that, iwaizumi thinks. while he tries to not roll his eyes, he forgets it’s his turn.

v. the devil and the deep blue sea. | connor by ciiren, literature

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v. the devil and the deep blue sea. | connor

{ please listen. } [ v. the hierophant. ] ( our nights have grown so long, now we beg for sound advice; let the brokenness be felt ‘til you reach the other side. ) i. he is changing. from the start, you had never imagined working with a deviant-chasing android, much less consider him a friend. it was strange at first-- the way he sat so politely, his awkward attempts at small talk, his intent stare when he asked questions you weren’t quite sure how to answer. late nights in the station were common; you never minded them much, but ever since connor’s arrival, they’ve become surprisingly pleasant. in the times tha

An Old August by AlwaysRainCheck, literature

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An Old August

I watch you cutting strawberries in the amber afternoon, sun on its midway to autumn; you won't let me help because secretly only half of them make it to the bowl. I smile back at your playful eyes because you know. It feels like an old August, in my stomach some sort of sadness some sort of joy. Last night's thunderstorm has left the ocean agitated, wildly beautiful. Life is nothing but a vacant place, today and we shall let it be, let the world wait for us, today. Cross legged on my piano bench, I play for the cat a winter Debussy she's happy, I could tell she smiles.

Traveling Gloom by AlwaysRainCheck, literature

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Traveling Gloom

I wish for my sadness to be like the cloud of drizzle that passes over roofs at night and doesn’t wake up anyone. For my grief (the thing with dark fur that curls up between collarbones and hisses at strangers and purrs when I sleep) to never bite. See the evening sky - with its purple mist - looks hurt, wounded, like my hands when I tried to hold on to things that didn’t want to stay. It could rain, the morning will come anyway. Dark times carry on the way cello chords do, pouring harmony after harmony into a yawning chasm. I used to tell myself to stay strong, now I think, the point is not to start digging but to

contrary [e]motion by AlwaysRainCheck, literature

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contrary [e]motion

Every once in a while the mountain winds taste of salt, so much that I could cup my hands like shells and picture white waters marvel at oak roots for the first time, hear the seagulls cry for food let’s build a castle you and I, made of stardust, down the street where the last wish went to die, let’s make boats of these empty pages, and flowers, and hats to call our crowns. Let’s dance alone you and I, to the sharp light melody of a moon and let’s stay, oh let’s stay, grow old you and I, in the place where the roses lay. Imagination keeps the earth still beneath my feet but the clouds above bring your nam

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Artist // Student // Literature

June 24
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we are only beautiful in passing

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Leonardo Da Vinci

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Mad Max:Fury Road, The Pianist

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Game of Thrones, Joker Game,

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Lee-Manuel Miranda, Fall Out Boy, The Chainsmokers, Regina Spektor

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ASOIAF series,

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JadeDeng

Oct 15, 2014

The reason I write Oneshots.

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I assume that most of you know me from my many stories about love and whatnot, about the various anime fandoms that I have ever since been a part of. Actually, isn't this the first time that I am actively conversing to you? Hello there, the ones who are reading. Maybe you have noticed that my writing style has changed, from my first fanfic to Want [Akashi Seijuro]. From happy to sad to angry to all the other things I have not mentioned. For those of you who have been with me from the very start, you would see that it went from 'innocent fangirling' to actual writing. It's very hard to explain sometimes, especially to those whom don't underst

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Aug 14, 2014

Entering Raffle Contest.

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Jul 19, 2014

Writing Contest

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Hi there people, I'm entering in a contest: http://fav.me/d7pxwo5 and was wondering if any of you would like to join me. All the info is in the link above, plus attractive prizes. Good luck to everyone!