Harry Potter plunnie- The Snake and his BoyThe snake slithered through London, trying to find his target. He knew the boy’s name, and the name of the place where he could be found… but beyond that he had no idea on how to find him.Harry Potter plunnie- The Snake and his Boy by cmsully
Suddenly, the snake heard the sound of children. Raising up slightly, he studied the building that stood between him and the children. Upon seeing the name, though, he wriggled with glee. It was the orphanage he had been trying to find!
Slithering towards the back, he eventually paused under some bushes, simultaneously catching his breath and trying to see if the boy he sought was amongst those who were currently outside. Tasting the air, he soon was able to find that distinctive tang of magic.
But which boy had it?
He wouldn’t be one of the boys who liked to physically rough-house, the snake knew, just as he knew the boy was very intelligent. However, he was unsure of the boy’s current personality. Would he be charming a
Untitled Harry Potter/ InuYasha plunnieThe twin-tailed cat sat morosely bored in the cage that imprisoned her.Untitled Harry Potter/ InuYasha plunnie by cmsully
She had traveled to this far-off country on the request of the old tree youkai, who had heard that one of her companion’s reincarnations was due to be here and would need her help. In addition, he offhandedly mentioned that another of her companions would eventually find them here, as well. The cat hoped so, for she hadn’t seen this companion since his adoptive mother and her mate had finally died of old age about a hundred years ago. She missed him terribly.
However, as she had been searching a human had found her and managed to use some sort of weird stick to knock her unconscious. When she had come to, she had found herself in a cage. Originally, she had contemplated about using her battle form to free herself… however, she had the strangest instinct to lay low and wait. Since she had last felt this way about joining her first partner-of-heart so long ago, s
Untitled FFVII/ Familiar of Zero plunnieIf there was one word he could use to describe his current location… it would most certainly be peaceful.Untitled FFVII/ Familiar of Zero plunnie by cmsully
No more battles to the death… no more lies about just who or what he was… nothing. Which was probably part of the man’s current problem.
It wasn’t that he absolutely needed something to happen, like it would’ve been for several people he had once known (including his student and his best friend). No, this man’s restlessness was caused by one thing, and one thing only.
He needed to regain his honor… the honor that he threw aside once he had decided to force his student to kill him. At the time, he had felt it was the only way, but once he had died he realized at just how… cowardly that action had been.
It wasn’t that he needed to die to regain his honor, he had discovered. When he saw his silver-haired friend succumbing completely to the madness that had whispered at the edg
Luna's Song“We will sing to you, Doctor. The Universe will sing you to your sleep.”Luna's Song by cmsully
So said Ood Sigma as the Doctor was on the verge of regeneration that cold New Year’s night in 2005. But there’s one thing I’ve always wondered… did those who sang necessarily have the Doctor in mind? Or were they singing about something else?
Luna Lovegood stared at the white obelisk standing next to Dumbledore’s grave as it was unveiled in a somber ceremony attended by hundreds of people. She was in the front row of chairs (thanks to Harry and Ginny’s input) along with other significant members of the D.A. and the Order.
Upon that cold white marble, she could read the names of people whom she had known, however briefly it was, who had fought so bravely during that final battle against Voldemort. While there were many on that monument, ten names in particular stood out to her.
Fred Weasley. Profe
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Today, writers are scorned because of those too unversed to know.
Disdained, because of those too ignorant to believe.
Despised, because of the realists who are too afraid to dream.
Misunderstood, because others are too unsure to try.
But we, as writers, know them to be wrong.
A writer is a person who dreams.
A writer is a person who wishes.
A writer is a person who escapes.
A writer is a person who lives.
A writer is a person who is not afraid.
A writer is a person who strives.
A person who expresses.
A person who believes.
A person who understands.
A person who knows.
I am a writer.
I dream of a world where anything is possible.
I wish for a world where war is just a myth.
I escape into a world where I can predict the future.
I live in a world of joy and mystery.
I am not afraid of the world I create.
I strive in the world where others give up.
I express myself in ways others dare not try.
I believe in things others are too afraid to trust.
I understand things others cannot, in a way that others cannot.
I know, in ways that others deny.
I am a writer.
Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don't do it for money. That's not what it's about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They're fans, but they're not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.
—Lev Grossman, TIME, July 18, 2011
Each journey gives rise to chance encounters, and each encounter brings forth a farewell.
When a farewell leads to a journey, the worlds open their hearts.
Those chosen by the light, or ensnared by the darkness. Friends who share the same bonds, though their paths may differ.
When you doubt the path trod thus far, when the hand you held is lost to you, gaze anew at the heart that once was…
For all the answers are within.
A long dream.
A sad farewell, hanging in the air in that “world between”.
What is reality? What is illusion? The path chosen by the young boy leads to his memories.
When caught in the stream of the days and nights going past, gaze anew at your steps…
For there all confusion will end.
The Future Story
Will the day come when this battle, born of confusion, will end?
It is different things to different people.
Can the reality be that which is hidden?
The reason is mere existence. Still, memories can be believed.
Be not afraid. Entrust your body to the soothing waves of your memories. By and by, your fleeting rest will be over…
And everything will begin.