GoldenSponge

Halloween was one of the best holiday’s ever for me.  I enjoy the decorations, the costumes, the practical jokes, and the candy.  My best memories were made on Halloween with friends or my family.  Also, I enjoy this day because I can be my own weird and funny self with no judgement.   However, those days of fun have, sadly, been lost in the wind.  Ever since the Apocalypse hit Earth, or the Third Kingdom as my traveling companion liked to refer Earth as, life has been a struggle.  Struggle is an understatement but that’s beside the point.   “We’ll rest here for the night,” Death said. “Huh, but we’

Halloween was one of the best holiday’s ever for me.  I enjoy the decorations, the costumes, the practical jokes, and the candy.  My best memories were made on Halloween with friends or my family.  Also, I enjoy this day because I can be my own weird and funny self with no judgement.   However, those days of fun have, sadly, been lost in the wind.  Ever since the Apocalypse hit Earth, or the Third Kingdom as my traveling companion liked to refer Earth as, life has been a struggle.  Struggle is an understatement but that’s beside the point.   “We’ll rest here for the night,” Death said. “Huh, but we’

    The sky is a beautiful crystal blue, along with whispy titanium white clouds accenting it's large canvas.   A faint breeze ruffles your (H/c) tresses as you ride behind the reputed savior of Hyrule. Today was the Harvest Fair, an occasion you'd been dying to go to, and after subconsciously informing your friend (and possible crush.) Link of your desire, he promptly asked you to go with him to the event.   So, here you are riding Epona. The recently single man is leading the horse towards the bustling and jovial plaza. Little stalls line the way, their colorful banners catching your eye as shopkeepers declare their bargains.   Oh, a

For the longest time, he has followed you every step of the way. He protected you from all harm, going so far as to be hit by an oncoming truck that one time. But he didn't regret it one little bit. He was happy to see you safe, happy to see your crying little face by his bedside. Okay, it hurt to see you in tears. But he was relieved beyond words to see you safe. You were his light. And he was your shadow. He watched you, a cute and innocent little bud, blossom into something beautiful. You were like a captivating rose in the early days of spring. A gentle daisy in the summer time. And as you grew, feelings for you bloomed in his heart as

When he heard the sounds of a child's cry in the middle of the rainforest, he didn't know what to think. At first, he thought it was a bird's cry, of some sort (wouldn't be the first time he'd confused the two). Then, he figured it was a child complaining to their mother that they were hungry, which was common for babies to do. It was when the sound persisted in the middle of his work that he decided it was time to investigate. T'Challa was initially on a mission, inspecting defenses with W'Kabi's help. That came to a stop when the cries grew louder. "My King, what are you doing?" W'Kabi's voice came over the communicator as he burst through

Awakening the Sleeping Darkness: Summary: The essence of darkness takes many forms. Some seem innocent, almost unaware, of just how powerful and destructive they can be. A powerful force enters into the world, far from the depths of the Reverse World. A lonely, powerful being known simply as Giratina is forced into the existence of the light. How will a young human girl fare against a creature which can speak the language of man? Reader x Giratina (OC) Point of view is Giratina.  (Incomplete) Disclaimer: Pokemon is copyrighted Nintendo.  I only own the original characters.  Gira is my OC and is not canon outside of this fanfiction.  Please e

A/N~ Alright, one of my very good friends has requested me to do a short story of yet another Eyeless Jack x Reader since she loved my other one so much and the series I have right now... Hope you like! Also, sorry if E.J. is introduced a little late!! ---- Reader, Alicia, Marcy, Jackie: 15 years old Eyeless Jack: 16 years old ---- .:Reader's POV:.    Another day, just an ordinary school day in mid-fall. You yawned and scratch your eyes opened, looking over at your (color) glowing digital alarm clock, reading 7:14 AM. Your mom had just left to work, which was nothing bad in your perspective, it meant you'd be able to eat the leftover pizza f

saizo does not believe he would have ever loved someone so much. he will serve and protect his comrades until the very end and it is no different with you. but when you look at him with the kindest of smiles, showing affection in the most subtle ways, he can’t believe how vulnerable he becomes with you. he allows himself to find sanctuary in your arms-- in you. he finds himself at a loss when your eyes hold a faint sense of wonder and fascination, fingers gently resting on the sides of his mask. he resists the urge to stop you, but his breath hitches and he only waits. “may i?” he nods. and when you take off the mask, ey

    You never really know what to do when you’re panicking. Mostly because the only emotion and thought running through you is panic.    You remember something about breathing and you try, but you can’t because the panic is there and you can’t control your thoughts. You know there’s stuff nearby to help you calm down but you’re shaking so bad that you can barely touch anything.    You hit your head and the desk and anything else to try to come to your senses, but when all you get is red knuckles and shaking hands back, you give up and just scream.    You try breathing again, but you can’t concentrate bec

Note: I wanted to do something different so I challenged myself using each of the five senses as prompts, each prompt being connected by chronological order. Also, you're Roy Mustang's childhood friend-turned first love-turned comrade-turned lover-turned what are you both even anymore...?? - Touch - You vaguely remembered the first time Roy touched you. You were both from the same neighborhood and the only kids about the same age. For years you both often spent your afternoons playing in the local park, dreaming about the future and where you'll be when you grow up. Roy cheekily grinned, holding out a flower for you. "W-what? For me?" y

You were classified as upper-middle class meaning you're rich but not fancy rich.  Both your parents had high paying jobs including a few relatives on both sides of the family.  Almost every time, you were pretty much forced to go to one of those upper class parties.  Deep down you were more of a downtown girl at heart.  You enjoyed having personal time to yourself, dressing however you liked, and just plain having fun.  Ever since the turtles saved you from being robbed by the Purple Dragons, you would make time to go hang out with them for a while.  They were just glad you weren't one of those prissy, snobby, rich girls, especially Raphael.

      Walking into they lair you accepted the rib crushing hug from Mikey as he all but glomped you the moment he saw you. “It’s good to see you to Mikey.” you chuckled hugging him back.      “Hey (name) how have you been i haven’t seen you in, like, for ever~.” He asked after letting you out of his death hug.      Shrugging you walked with him to the living room, “Not much really. School and what not taking my soul from me one day at a time. Homework. Trying not to get mugged.” You listed seeing him nod his head.      He understood the problems you went through. The Purple Dragons all knew a