“He has to be here somewhere!” Katsuki growled. The omega was visibly on edge. Ever since Izuku had left to fight against All for One and Shigaraki, the blonde was restless.
"Whatever are we going to do if you don't turn back?" George asked offhandedly, glancing at Coconut Fred who started wobbling slightly. Raising his eyebrows, George sat up and watched him roll off the table and land on the floor with a loud 'thwok'.
There she stands, closing the door behind her, slightly blushing.
With golden hair cascading down to her hips, nine floofy shiny foxtails, a pretty cute face, and about the biggest chest Kyoya has ever seen.
They are so big in fact that they almost burst out of her clothes.
A white envelope, the paper unusually thick and soft. On the first glance you already notice its importance and the writer wants to probably impress the receiver or already put out a statement with the choice of paper alone.
Geralt and Jaskier had just stabled their horses as a cat jumped up to a hey bale and purred at Jaskier. With a smile he lifted his hand and scratched her chin.
“Hello you, how beautiful you are,” Jaskier crooned. The cat closed her eyes and purred louder.
There were only three things Lance knew before he moved the controls and sped towards the Blue Lion.
The shield was broken; their only protection against the giant Galra warship was gone. His fingers held on with a vice grip and he urged Red on to go faster.
Arturia reminds herself to stay calm and not get all weird over a like. Good for him, see how good I live my life! God, she sounded stupid in her thoughts.
Arturia puts her phone back into her bag and gets out at her station.
The fact that there are few Dwarves participating in the Olympic games, although their sprinters are widely feared and admired, might be soon outdated.
My ears are ringing just by the sound of my blood thumping through my vains, as if on lightning speed. My vision flares blinding white, my nerves singing with a surging mix of what seems like a thousand different emotions, none of which I can dicipher anymore.
Once born, a humans heart resembles an empty, bottomless pit. Therefore life is nothing else, then the quest of filling it up. This is done by all the memories we collect along the way and the countless people we meet, who leave their mark on us, one deep another shallow.
Ever since I know you, you´ve been some kind of a hero to me.
Undoubtedly you possess the kind of physics, so irritatingly attractive in their forbiddenly sinful beauty, that they won´t ever fail in stunning anyone coming along - even that Weiss ice-prince Abyssinian -.
Stark white walls, gapingly empty, enclosed plain, spartanic furniture, consisting of a bed, a small table, and a spotless, marmorate PVC floor, that just seemed to belong to this kind of places, like a stamp to a letter.
~ "Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before"
~ "Wish you were here...
Me, oh, my countryman,
Wish you were here... "~
Es ist kalt in dem kleinen, kargen Raum, verdammt kalt. Ob ichs mir einbilde oder nicht, die
Temperaturen dort draußen erinnern mich stark an Russland, auch wenn das hier eigentlich
England ist.
How this could have come so far?
Actually I don't even understand it myself.
Yes, probably I could just have packed my stuff and gone away. Just somewhere, far away. Especially from him.
But things weren't this easy.
Hello, I’m Ling of Silver Ash. Have you maybe heard of us before?
Ah, yes, you’re right, of course you haven’t. After all we’re still one of these young, struggling for fame newcomers in the business.
An eerie quiet lay across the night, only disturbed by the whining engine of a bus winding through the narrow driveways of a quiet and conservative suburban housing estate. It was very late, so the dimly lit inside of the bus was empty. At least almost.
