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Myself [Psycho!Reader x Rivaille/Levi] chap.3Myself [Psycho!Reader x Rivaille/Levi]WARNING! Attention readers! Beware of psychopaths and sadist. Don't like don't read. The further chapters, could contain creepiness and violence.Chapter 3 — Monsters"In case, maybe we should dissect her too...""Please wait! Maybe I am a monster, but she has nothing to do with this!"«Monsters... Huh..»"You're defending her, so she's still on your party! ""It's the truth!""How can we trust you?""No!!" Eren yelled, following an awkward silence. Accused of betrayal of humanity, he was attached and bending on the ground. You stood there crossing your arm, beside Hanji, as bored as ever."I-I mean, you are wrong. But, you are only talking on your own too. And, even if you never saw a Titan, what are you so afraid of?" After a mere hesitation, he spoke again, "If you have the power, then why don't you fight? If you hold the power and are too afraid to fight, then lend me your strength! Cowards..."«How interesting. Having
[Hong x Reader x Ice] Project RLI You stared at the television, eyes clearly reflecting your boredom. You didn't really get why the new was so determined to make a fool of you, important looking title, complicated words side by side. Really, the display of authority was ridiculous. What were they trying to accomplish by using this kind of word choice? Were they trying to make it sound much more important than it is?You sighed. You wondered why they didn't just use words even idiots could understand. Really, there would be not a difference if they'd simply put something like: 'Some kid died in a house fire. Watch out for the smoke in a something km radius.' Idiots, the lot of them. You wondered why you even bothered trying to watch the news.You decided it was time to head to school. You didn't bother checking how you looked, as long as your uniform was on society would have no reason to patronise you. You could just come up with some excuse, like the usual 'I overslept'. Nobody would question you. That's how it was.Y
Feral Truth - Chapter 1"Colonel.." Hughes gave a salute to his friend when he recognized the figure entering the private office, Roy had called him somewhere in the morning for him to come in to check out this new case, It was surprising really, It was rare to see Roy seem to interested in work."Here for your appointment?... you're rather early, you must be eager~ " he chuckled adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose before pulling out the top drawer on his messy paper covered desk and picking up a ring of keys from the drawer, which gave a jingle as he fiddled them between his fingers."I must Warn you Roy, Please take extreme caution..he acts aggressive toward anyone who gets too close and if he begins acting up, Call me right away all right?" The Lieutenant explained, A few of the men who gone inside of the cell always came out with fresh scratches or even a bite, arriving at the sealed off ward, jamming his keys into the lock and opening it..."Careful.." With a nod, The Flame Alchemist finally
Diviners of Runawynd Act I"But that's just immoral!" Denying all professionalism, Garrick harshly snapped at the supreme god, Keiran, who calmly sat in his cozy, luxurious office seat. "I can't believe you want me to carry out a mission like that!"With the mildest of expressions, Keiran merely blinked up at the enraged one and countered, unexpectedly cold, "Since when do morals matter here? At this place where we observe and judge humanity? We focus on facts, not feelings. You know that." He added, patronizing."Tch, I don't need you reminding me. And I know what I need to do, but there's no way I'm-" Garrick welcomed the coming verbal battle; thus, when his superior rose from his seat, he could feel his own temper rising as well.Keiran then approached him face-to-face, smirking all the while he spoke. "Look, I love the way you think
" A graceful hand took to Garrick's pounding neck, reached to his face, where it departed with a tender caress. "But talking back to your superior isn't a good idea when the
when spring comes - one.his bedroom is dimly lit, with a musty smell that reminds me of my grandparents old house. the curtains are dark and thick; allowing only small, fragmented beams of light through the dust-coated window. he has mattresses on his floor, slathered in thick, patterned blankets and old pillows. in the corner he has an old stereo system, with two large speakers sitting on top of it. from it plays a quiet, scratchy 1920s band - a jaunty and jazzy tune that scares away the silence that usually hangs gloomily over his bedroom.the paint on the right hand wall was cracked and peeling in places but for the most it was covered with old photos that stretched from the floor to the roof. some of them made me smile as i ran my eyes over them, still trying to remain conscious of his movements behind me. i turned to face him and saw that hanging on either side of the windows were large, cracked mirrors in dark wood frames. i told him it was probably dangerous to have them there, and he smiled and told m