SessKag plunnie- 'Once Upon A Dream'Our souls are destined to be together. I know this, have in fact known it ever since I performed the forbidden ritual to gain the knowledge of my past lives.SessKag plunnie- 'Once Upon A Dream' by cmsully
However, it seemed that in every lifetime there are forces that always keep us apart.
We meet, we are initially attracted to each other… then something happens. It has varied from her being married off to my brother, to me dying in a war, to her being offered as a virgin sacrifice, even to me becoming betrothed to her cousin and having her take her life out of unrequited love.
However, this time I shall have her. I have made the necessary sacrifices, become the most powerful Dark Sorcerer in all of the nearby Lands, and even eliminated all of those who could threaten her. As soon as I find her, I, Sesshomaru the Killing Perfection, will claim her. If anyone else dares to try and claim her, I will remind them of why I have earned my title, why even the Magician’s Council fear
The Western Daughter 3“Lily, are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?”The Western Daughter 3 by cmsully
Refraining from rolling her eyes at her worrywart husband, Lily fed their new daughter with a bottle (which, along with diapers and other necessities for the daily care of babies, Molly had lent them until they could get the necessary supplies for Ariana) as she replied, “Of course I’ll be fine, James. It’s not like we haven’t been alone together before, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” James admitted as he ran a hand through his hair, “But considering who she’s married to…”
“And you know that he wasn’t her choice,” she interrupted, “But rather her father’s.”
“But she does believe in blood-purity!”
Not restraining her eye-roll this time, she corrected, “No, she believes that ancient holidays like Yule and Samhain shouldn’t be replaced by muggle holidays like Chr
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
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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.