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those who follow this blog

I am moving all my posts and works over to here: @mccnhime I will be deleting this blog as well as the main blog attached as i am not on it enough! 

Also I will be posting updates about my fics there as well! We will finish the revision of Bullet PRoof, I will continue my TaeKai ABO fic, and I will be starting my  Power Rangers Fic as well as writing small little one shots for my original characters! 

It may take time to do it all, but I will! 

[bun-writes-things]

those who follow this blog

I am moving all my posts and works over to here: @mccnhime I will be deleting this blog as well as the main blog attached as i am not on it enough! 

Also I will be posting updates about my fics there as well! We will finish the revision of Bullet PRoof, I will continue my TaeKai ABO fic, and I will be starting my  Power Rangers Fic as well as writing small little one shots for my original characters! 

It may take time to do it all, but I will! 

[bun-writes-things]

those who follow this blog

I am moving all my posts and works over to here: @mccnhime I will be deleting this blog as well as the main blog attached as i am not on it enough! 

Also I will be posting updates about my fics there as well! We will finish the revision of Bullet PRoof, I will continue my TaeKai ABO fic, and I will be starting my  Power Rangers Fic as well as writing small little one shots for my original characters! 

It may take time to do it all, but I will! 

#update

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It's so painful. It hurts. The way he feels tugged, as if an undercurrent keeps him from ever breaking the surface. He is alone. Scared.

"I am nothing..."

A common phrase. His phrase. She's there though, always there. His light. His reason, but she hurts. She hurts in ways he cannot imagine and so it is to silence he turns. The silence of the night, the still of darkness. Ethereal, tranquil and altogether so beautiful...

Until the silence is loud and he can't breathe and all he feels is pain and anger and sadness to the point of insanity. He wants to be comforted, wants to be held. He is hurt. So very very hurt.

The intensity becomes to much: scenarios playing one after the other until her pushing him away and abandoning him is all he sees. All he hears.

It breaks him. In the silence of his home, among only the plants he screams and he cries and there is such raw power that escapes from him as he curses and cries out and begs for someone to save him, to soothe these intense emotions. Why does he hurt? Why can't he stop hurting?

"...woo!"

He is lost and scared and there is no light to guide him, no one to tell him it's okay. He has to navigate alone. It's lonely...gods the voices are loud, such negative and hateful beings spewing such filth and poisoning his mind...!!!

"...WOO!"

It's tiring, the strain. The constant lockdown of emotions. Gods he understands Elsa well enough. Conceal don't feel indeed. His body is exhausted, voice horse from screaming and crying.

Everything is destroyed by the gale force winds which seemed to wreck havoc as if it were an untamed child and then arms.

Warm, strong arms and soft skin. A supple body pressed to his own and words. Soft, soothing words. They break through the darkness and pain and for once he isn't lost. He feels secured and anchored down.

"There you go," they whisper and he knows who it is, who has rescued him. Briefly their forms overlap. Athena and her. "No more tears."

She's beautiful, he thinks, glowing gold eyes dimming to a soft and muted brown as his vision clears.

"R-Riri?"

"Mmm. It's me. I'm so sorry, had I known how bad it got again...oh Joonie I am sorry. I hurt you so much, havent I? My words and actions...I was unfair."

He wants to tell her no, no it wasn't. Wants to tell her recovery is not easy, that her trauma and reactions to it were not her fault, just learned to survive. She had been surviving until they met. He, too, had only been surviving and then he met Chan, his first friend and first person he found himself to love. She was alone.

Always alone. Surrounded by very few and though they loved her...they couldn't see through her. Knew her pain, but couldn't help, not in the way he could. Now here they were: two sobbing mess of people clinging to one another through these unchartable waters. Recovery is hard. Borderline is hard. Relationships and learning to unlearn to learn new things. Two people trying hard to be what the other needs...not what they, themselves, need and perhaps this is why they are like thiz: two fools in love just trying to survive...

Survive long enough to thrive. In her arms he feels warmth and within her voice he finds comfort. Whatever they must weather, they will weather together along with their loved ones. Their partners.

Perhaps one day, they can finally heal, but for now? For now it's a start.

"Shhh," he whispers with a gentle kiss. "No words. Please."

She gets it, he think, that in these moments of weakness, words were useles (although welcome) nd instead required actions. Actions which could convey more than words could.

Distantly he feels himself be lifted, feels himself being pulled onto pillowy thighs. This is home, he thinks. In her arms he is home. He's safe and the words quiet, the voices fade. He is left instead with her hiccuping sobs and unsteady breaths, mixing with his own.

It is enough.

#woorine #my writing #tw #tw mental illness #tw borderline

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Hi I follow your blog! Since you have anon off I can't ask things, but you recently tagged this blog! So I have a question about Ellis and Karine. He's pretty much a yandere right? Does Karine still have feelings? How is she coping with the idea of having Ellis's child?

@gcmblingdice

She is not dealing well and yeah Ellis is pretty much a yandere to a T. Karine dodged a bullet...

For now.

👀👀👀👀

#muse: karine

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Does Mr.V call them a lot like zordon did to the rangers or is this au based off the sentai series more?

It's based more off the sentai series with influence from MMPR and like up through turbo atm. Once i get further along, y'all will see more. Currently I am researching but keep sending asks.

As for the first question: Yes he do. Constantly, sometimes just to piss off Joonwoo.

#fic: power rangers au

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Are the attacks all centered in one area? Also you said Mr.V is an alien? How long has he been on earth?

Since 5ever. Ive not been asleep in over 18hrs but anyway he has been on earth since the 1980's.

The attacks are random as the enemies are searching for something protected very heavily. The military is hiding a powerful relic and enemies are coming from all over. The rangers are tasked to find and secure the relic, but it is hard to pinpoint.

There are also more relics scattered about, all parts of a bigger whole. It's pretty exhausting searching them down. There are 20 in total.

#fic: power rangers au

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Reblogs to here. Talk to me.

Mr. L works with Mr.V in my power rangers au. He is like the billy of that au. He's also pretty tired all the time and really likes megan, the yellow ranger. He is also an alien, like Mr.V

Joonwoo doesnt like him, but he's better than Mr.V, who knows of Woo's magic and powers he has outside of his suited form.

And idk i just wanna talk about this.

#fic: power rangers au

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REMEMBER MY PRINCE TAEKAI AU? WELL WHAT ABOUT DARK PRINCE AU???

Its gonna happen! Send me asks 👀👀👀

#fic: dark prince au #my writing #taekai #ontae #shinee #taemin #kai #exo #fanfic

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Found a thing on fb about what witch u are so I did for Joonwoo and I am angry at how accurate it is:

To figure out your number add your birth numbers together. Example 03-31-1989 0+3+3+1+1+9+8+9=34 (or double digits you add them) 3+4=7.

Just keep adding until you have a single digit. ✨

So Joonwoo would be 0+4+0+8+1+9+9+7=38

3+8=11

1+1=2

So he an empath and I am... >:( damn it why is everything for him so accurate???? I even did his birth chart and IT'S ALL SO ACCURATE LIKE WTF.

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Meet the Rangers!

The commander~!

Name: Mr. V

Age: 30′s

SeX: Male

Gender: Cis

Height: 6′3″ 

Sexuality: ???

Romantic Orientation: ???

Build: Athletic

Personality: Sarcastic and dry, humor? what’s that? Like’s to torture the rangers, and stress Joonwoo out. Flirts shamelessly with Karine and Megan, but more so Karine for the reactions.  About: He has been among humans for some time now, looking far and wide for those who would become rangers to protect the world. This universe did not have many to choose from and he found himself growing weary, until three very different people found the coins he had scattered. Aside from his job as a CEO, no one really knows much about him. 

The Pink Ranger~! 

Name: Karine Bisset

Age: Mid 20′s

Sex: Female

Gender: Cis

Height: 5′4″ 

Sexuality: Pansexual

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Build: Fat, but she’s also rather athletic. Her build, compared to Megan’s, is stockier, and because she does strength and core training as opposed to cardio [like megan] she has more muscle definition in her arms and thighs, and very faint outlines of abs. She’s still  very much fat though, don’t let her hour glass figure fool you. She knows she is fat, but she is healthier than many who don’t actively eat right and work out. 

Personality: If Joonwoo isn’t stressing she ain’t happy. She’s pretty flirtatious with everyone and has even flirted with enemies~! She does have a past history of drug abuse, but she’s since overcome her addiction. She’s pretty whipped for Joonwoo, but refuses to admit it.  About: Karine, the oldest ranger. Pink. Beef with Megan because she wanted to be yellow. High at least 90% of the time, head empty, no thoughts. Thirsts after Megan and Joonwoo. Loves to stress her leader out. 2nd year collage student. General studies. She actually came across the pink power coin by accident while in a fight with her ex, Ellis. She wasn’t aware that it was anything special until one day she gets teleported and told that she is now a ranger, set to protect the world. She was high key disappointed to be pink, but she manages. She’s a very chaotic Latina babe who will not hesitate to kick ass at any given chance. She also dropped out of college to move to be with Joonwoo.

The Yellow Ranger~!

Name: Megan Keen

Age: Mid 20′s

Sex: Female

Gender: Demi girl

Height: 5′2″

Sexuality: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Build: Curvy, but fat. She’s slimmer in build compared to Karine and focuses more on cardio, but she’s also fat, however its mostly seen with her thighs and arms, but that’s fine because she can still kick ass and hold her own. Don’t let her body fool you, she has a lot of strength hidden inside, much like Karine.

Personality: She’s not quite as loud and outgoing as Karine, nor as chaotic, but when she’s with Karine its like a switch is flipped and she’s loud and just as out going. She likes to tease Joonwoo and watch him squirm, him being stressed amuses her, and she loves seeing his normally cool exterior slip up. She’s the second oldest ranger.  About:  Megan, second oldest. Bi-racial babe who found the yellow power coin while swimming in the ocean. Had a similar experience like Karine. Reacted very positively to knowing she would be yellow. She took a bit to get used to the whole world saving when she has classes to study for, but hey she’s with Karine, so it can’t be that bad, right? 

The Red Ranger~!

Name: Joonwoo Kim 

Age: Early 20′s

Sex: Male

Gender: Cis

Height: 5′10″ 

Sexuality: Graysexual

Romantic Orientation: Demi-romantic

Build: Slim, lean muscled build. He’s got rather larger hands, which Karine will often make lewd comments about. He’s not the strongest, by any means, but he can hold his own. He does light strength training, just to keep in shape. 

Personality: He is a very warm, soft individual, however he can come off as aloof to many until he warms up. He’s gentle enough and calm headed when under pressure: Being a CEO’s son he has to be, but when he’s with people who he really feels comfortable with, is very aggressive in his personality. He’s loud, likes to be in charge and is a natural born leader, which is why he was able to obtain the red coin. He radiates soft dom energy according to Karine.  About:  Joonwoo, 1st year college student. Son of a CEO. He found the red power coin while on a business trip with his father. Attends an online college which is the same one Karine and Megan go to in person. Once he gets summoned and learns of his role as leader, he convinces them to move to be closer to him, so it would be easier. Thus Karine is now a drop out and Megan still in schooling. He is the leader and the youngest of the two. Simps hard for Karine, but Karine is oblivious. He likes to defy his father, and spends his time, when not saving the world, studying medicine, and reading tarot cards on the side. He’s had powers even before being a ranger, with an ability to manipulate and read energy around him. He’s a practicing pagan and worships Athena. 

#fic: power rangers

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Pairing: Joonwoo x Karine

Prompt: Joonwoo plays piano and sings to Karine after she had a rough day.

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It's late when she returns home, opens the door to his apartment and kicks off her shoes. It's always so comforting, so warm and inviting and so very much like him. There are plants, succulents,cacti all over. He has a garden he tends on the balcony and one in the kitchen. The smell of various herbs blending with the lavender incense to create a unique, but pleasant scent.

From the spare room turned studio she hears a piano and let's herself be led. He sits there with eyes closed as fingers dance along the ivory keys. He's beautiful, she thinks and soon enough is sitting next to him, resting her head against his shoulder.

"You're home late."

"Sorry baby, I got my buses mixed up." She apologizes, looking up at.

"It's okay," he says, music coming to a stop. "Are you hungry?"

"No..."

"Tired?"

"Yeah. I feel...kind of blah."

"Then, stay with me, close your eyes, and don't think of anything." And once more his fingers dance along the keys, voice gentle as he sings, voice caressing her.

The older woman feels so soft, warm and loved. Lets their words of soft affirmation flow over her.

"You should sing more," she says finally.

"I'd rather not, only you can hear this voice."

Karine grins, gives a yawn and slumps more against them.

"Carry me to bed."

A chuckle.

"Whatever my princess wants."

"I love you." She whispers gently. "Thank you for choosing me, Joonwoo..."

"I'll choose you, no matter where we are, whatever lives we have, I'll always find my way to you."

....

"Promise?"

"Yes."

The two share a fond look before their lips meet in a lazy, soft kiss. They both might have their demons, but at least they have each other.

#my writing #woorine

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Trigger warning: DID, Self hate, negative thoughts, toxic behavior

I’m writing in a stream of consciousness while trying to vent my feelings about how SME treats Taemin so like here we fucking go!

as always my default ship is ontae, but if you squint hard enough you may see ot5 :”^)

He’s been practicing for months, poured everything into this comeback. They were going have concerts, MVs and so much more...but things were different. He couldn’t do anything about it and so he decided to focus on an album. It was the first time he had any real creative input. From the songs, the choreo, who he wanted...

Taemin was excited. On stage everyone saw Ace, they saw this perfect idol. He wanted to be more than that. He wanted to show the world Taemin. Although Taemin can easily hold his own now and when on his own he did rely a lot on Ace, especially now. Ace was everything he wanted to be and has emulated, worked so hard to be and he can feel it. This would be his turning point. He’s so excited, writes in the group chat all he wants to do, tells his hyungs his plans and then it comes crashing down.

“Sorry Taemin-ssi, we have to delay it a bit more. until then we’re going to focus on SuperM-”

Taemin blanks out after, feels an overwhelming sense of anger. He’s in the studio late at night, skips dinner. turns off his phone. He’s aggressive at first, just dancing to music no one else but him hears, gets lost in it until he trips, until he can’t exactly tell when he fell and when he stood. He’s angry though, angry that he fell doing a simple move. The pain in his wrist is barely noticeable so he just stands, starts to dance again.

The heavy breathing, the sounds of his shoes making noise on the floor and the reflections of himself staring back. all of them. He felt so hurt and so angry and the rush of emotions just seemed to bleed from him as he moves. Again he trips, smashes into the mirror and it’s so painful now, his wrist, it hurts and he feels a rush of adrenaline from it.

“You know they keep pushing you back because they don’t think you’re ready to take control.” Min’s voice is soft, like honey, whispering in his ear. “They keep pushing SuperM this or SuperM that and barely give you any lines. If you would stand up more for yourself, let me do the talking, maybe your pathetic ass might not have to fight constantly to get your work promoted and recognized more.”

Tae groans, glances to the side, away from the mirror. Sees himself and Min in the other mirror. Min is kneeling beside him, holding him, and he can feel their arms. Feels the way their fingers caress at his neck. It’s the oddest sensation when one can see what’s happening, but physically it’s not real.

“They don’t like that I want to branch out. I’m...I want to be known as an artist. not as SuperM’s Taemin or SHINee’s Taemin...I want them to know me.”

Their grip is light, gentle almost, but he feels the blunt nails dig into his skin, feels himself choking on air. He’s choking on all the emotions he kept bottle up, emotions Min held and now he was feeling them all because the other didn’t care. He’s found hours later, hand print on his neck and low oxygen levels. Taemin doesn’t know what to say, but he’s told not to dance for a bit, or at least not try to use that wrist.

#wip #anzy's writing

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Pairing: Alfred x Francis, Alfred x Arthur (mentioned)

Content Warning: drugs, dubcon,noncon, alfred is dumb and has no ability to read people in this.

Note: mun does not condone any of this. Based off the hetalia 2010 halloween art. I think. Francis is an incubus. Alfred is human.

Let me know if I should continue.

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Alfred F Jones loved anything that was risky, he was, after all, popular, the top football player, and not to mention a rather good student grade wise. He was also the hero to anyone who needed it. However as said he loved taking risks and that included coming to this rundown club. He heard his friend Gilbert talk about it and how awesome it was and naturally if Gilbert liked it, he would too. He was pretty surprised because when he entered there were lounges, a dance floor, a bar with neon colors and lights strobing ahead as different colors flashed among the bodies of those dancing. It was loud, full of energy, everything he enjoyed. But he was still leery, if he had a friend with him maybe but it was Halloween and he was dressed up like Indian Jones (his Hero) and so with a deep breath entered the club fully and started to let the music wash over him, making him calmer as he moved over to the bar.

A few drinks first, he thought, after all it was a rave club they should have mixed drinks if nothing else. That was when a man offered to buy him some, and naturally while Alfred could tell characters he was a bit nervous and this man looked scary so he accepted, unaware that with each drink it was spiked with XTC extract.

Francis Bonnefoy was normally not the man one would expect to see at a rave. With longish blond hair, a silky, cultured voice, an old world sort of laize-fair about the world and his self-proclaimed sex appeal, many would think of him more of the more artsy type. Truth be told, though, he loved these sorts of events. They pulsed with energy as bodies crowded against each other and moved in sensual ways that made him desire the companionship of a lover more than he normally would. He smirked as he sat in the bar. Tonight was Halloween. Not only were people dressed as scantily and risqué as normal, but in costumes. Who was the God to create a holiday for such a fetish to be proudly celebrated?

He had to thank this God amongst humans. In celebration, Francis had also chosen to dress up. Gause, and plenty of it, draped over his body to hide what would be appropriate to hide any... indecent features. Those with his boots, his hair tied back loosely, and some chains to add for the slightly scary but lusty look. In front of him sat a half-full glass of wine. In the folds of his outfit, he hid a small friend of his. It came in so much good when he really felt like he needed the company of a warm body. As a young blond dressed as a cowboy 'saddled' up to the bar, he smirked. Such a handsome young man... Francis discretely removed some of the drug from his attire and ordered a beer. He slipped the drug into the drink, then offered it to the young man, who warily accepted it. Things were going well already.

Alfred never once noted the drink may be spiked, instead choosing to just accept it. It was only after the fourth one that he felt high, like he was flying. Everything seemed to glow, pulse with its own energy, its own movement and oh he felt warm. So very, very warm like when his boyfriend Arthur would hug him at night type warm only, more intense, wanted. His blue eyes were glazed as he glanced to the man who sat no more then a few seats from and moved to stand, finding it hard as his legs were like jelly at the feeling of pure bliss that washed over him. He moved carefully though, getting used to the feeling and smiled charmingly, the drug making his anxiety die down.

"Hi..." he said, blue eyes not being able to stop themselves from traveling across the gentleman’s body. He looked to be in his mid twenties, classy, sophisticated...and sexy with come hither sapphire blue eyes and luscious blond hair he wanted to touch. Not to mention that body...oh gods that body...

Francis smirled coyly and looked up at the cowboy. He had taken a little longer than most to succumb to the drug. But that just made things more fun. Such a wonderful game... "Bonjour..." he said, practically purring as he lifted the wine to his lips and sipped luxuriously. It was fun to play this up, to see how his victims would reply. This all ended the same way, of course, but to get there... that was most of the fun.

"Comment ca va... mon cher..."

Alfred blushed brightly at the man's accent, how smooth his words sounds leaving those kissable lips. If he had been in any right state of mind he'd have slapped himself. He was with Arthur, but it was one night so surely he wouldn't be mad if he flirted right? After all he was the one who denied coming so he could just sod off then and spend time with his imaginary friends.

"Uhh...tres bien? " he asked, hesitant in the language.

He never much cared for other languages, preferring to have others speak his language, not the other way around. A typical American mindset but...well...he was just that. American. Though he couldn't stop the heated feeling he kept feeling in his core as his stomach did flip flops, body breaking out into a cold sweat as he stood before this man. Why did he have to be so damn hot looking?

"I'm Alfred," he said trying to keep his mind from being filled with a hazy lust that seemed to radiated from this man, it was dizzying.

"Mmmm... Alfred..." The Frenchman replied, watching him with half-lidded blue eyes. "Je m'appelle Francis... It is good to meet you... Alfred..." He consented for English, though his French accent dominated his speech. To make his to be lover exert so much effort would not be good. After all, how would he be able to have fun with someone asleep?

"Nice to meet you," He said blushing at the purr in his voice. His pants were feeling a bit tighter then they should be, and he knew why. Maybe it was him but Alfred loved accents.

Hearing them, trying them out but he loved it best when the accent was spoken in a purr, like when Arthur spoke to him during their heated lvoe making sessions or even when he was simply instructing him... oh merely the sound of his voice was enough to drive the American mad with desire, with love. But this accent, oh this accent was different it made him feel lust, need...want... something that he was always careful to control, because a hero never let themselves succumb to such needs, such wants....right?

Francis crossed his legs in a sensual manner, arching his neck backwards so that his hair would fall aside, reveling even more bare flesh and skin. This was working all too well. "Do you come here often, mon cher~?" He bit his lower lip with mock innocence and winked at Alfred, the man with the cowboy hat and the American accent. "I have not seen you before..."

"Ah yeah my friend Gilbert normally comes here, he was talking about coming here but he got tied up with our friend Antonio so I decided to come by myself...its my first time..." he said innocently, though his speech was a bit slurred and his actions were more slowed, but he was closer now, closer to the man who seemed to be like a drug to him, pulling him ever deeper, ever closer with those words, that accent, that beautiful fuck me body...but it was the smile, the look in his eyes that made the poor twenty year old man blush and feel a lust he never felt before with anyone.

"Ahhh, mon ami, Gilbert~" Francis said, sighing wistfully. "Such a shame he could not be here. However... if he were here... I would never have met you, mon Alfred~" The Frenchman sipped again from his drink. "Would you care to sit next to moi~?"

"I would thanks," he said, leaning away from the Frenchman and sitting on the stool, trying to hide the obvious bulge he was sure was visible. The music was still pounding and it seemed to make his heart beat in time. Poor drugged up Alfred. "You know gil?"

Francis nodded. "Oh, oui. He frequents here as well. We became... quite close..." He smirked and winked seductively at the poor straining American, allowing him to imagine the meaning in his words. "But I am glad I was able to meet you on your first time, mon cher~"

Alfred let out a stifled groan as he twitched some, fingers tapping rapidly on the bar top as he watched, lsitening to the man speak, not so much his words, wodnering what it would be like if he were to whisper in his ear. At the mention of becoming close naturally he could only imagine the sex that seemed toi be hinted in those words. OH fuck.

"I...see..." he said, voice strained as the drug began to work more, fogging his mind, making everything heightened. Was this what his friend Yao felt like when he took opium?

"Oh oui..." he said before finishing the glass of wine with a dignified sip always the gentleman, after all. Francis smiled and stood, letting the bandages settle naturally again along his body.

"Mon cher... you look so uncomfortable on the stool. Shall we retire to... somewhere more comfortable~ Oui?" He approached Alfred and smiled, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "I know of a wonderful little couch in the corner where we can get... better acquainted."

#my writing #original writing #america x france #hetalia fanfiction #tw #trigger warning #tw dubcon #tw noncon

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Last one I promise! Excerpt from a novel I was wanting to write exploring mental health and the human mind. Summary below: 

poem from the view point of my child character in my upcomming novel that I am hoping to one day finish. She is in a mental instituation basically and suffers from a few illnesses that make her unable to fit in with others. While there she is assigned a care taker who she gets attached to but they take him away not more then a few months after she begins getting close to the point of loving him. this is her thoughts as she tries to understand what the complex emotions she feels are and how it slowly drives her insane ( hence increasing her escapism and violent tendencies) and from there it becomes more of an exploration of the human mind and emotions.

CW: Mental health, escapism, mentions of abuse

You never told me your name. I never knew anything beyond what you spoke. You told me about your wife and kids I felt myself die when you did. You talked to me about how you wish I could touch freedom I was happiest when you spoke to me. Looked at me. Stayed with me. Where are you now? Where's your smile? Your voice, your laugh I miss it. Strong hands, gentle hands Now I'm here watching from this cage-- Alone. I'm scared. Days go by to slow now I'm not outside anymore I can't feel the sun I miss the sky I miss hearing the birds. Did you know they're hurting me? They are. It hurts. Every day a new drug A new test... Every day it is something new They are not gentle, they are rough I have no one to cling too I miss you... Where did you go?

#original writing #my writing

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Henlo yes more Hetalia. I’m sorry. 

Summary:  In WW1 after the bombing of Vienna, Austria the Austro-Hungarian empire was crumbling. With Roderich being crippled and Elizaveta doing her best to support her own people as well as well Roderich one could only imagine how much of a strain it was. At this point in time the hungarian army was useless to the Axis, pretty much how France was to the allies. Roderich as mentione dabove dissolved their marriage, before the actual dissolving of their empire. France, by this time, moves in to convert Hungary to the Allies and thus we have a rebound relationship and through their support of eachother bot became the needed boost to help win the war. =\ that's the gist of what this is. ♥ I wanted you all to see ♥

Green eyes looked deeply into the blue eyes of her blonde companion. She was cuddled up to him, arm around him as she held his hand with her free one. The covers lay at their waist, upper bodies exposed to the cool air of the room. She couldn't stop the tears from comming to her eyes. She knew this was wrong, but she was of no use to the Axis. Not in this war. She did her best to support Roderich, she really did but her people... "A nation's people must always come before themself, mon cheri Elizaveta." The hungarian woman looked up at him and nodded  before her head lay on his chest. She gazed at the intricate ring on her finger. Two silver ring bands interlocked into a trinity knot. She smiled gently. The rings could be pulled but never pulled apart. Yet.. "You will have to choose, you know," he started, threading fingers through the soft brown locks. The woman nodded. "It's hard, choosing between my heart...and my people..." "Love is something you should cherish. Yet, you know that in the end for this war to be over you have to choose." "I know...I know..." her voice was hallow now as her mind made its decision. . . . . It was hard to look at him paralyzed from the waist down. He was in bed, sleeping soundly that she almost lost her will. Almost. Hesitantly she reached out, body shaking, tears spilling from emerald colored eyes. She tried so hard to hold them back; and yet, the mere thought killed her so much. A soft groan alerted her to the presence of the man laying before her as violet eyes stared deeply into her own. He knew then. "Rod--" "Nein, mein liebe, do not say anything." "Igen..." she replied sitting then on the edge, wrapping her arms around him, crying into his shoulder. Why was it so hard? Why did they have to be nations? A strong, gentle hand found its way to her hair stroking her, petting her. He wanted so badly to hold her fully but his body ached when tried to move. He could not let her be tied to him, not now. "Your people need you, mein liebe," he started though the words were forced. He was trying not to cry. "I...I cannot hold you to me anymore. As nations our marriage is over. As humans we got married but...to remove yourself from me....to cut all ties...we must...cut our own ties as humans as well as nations." "Igen..." she whispered, to scared to even speak. "The marriage documents...of Elizaveta Hedervary and Roderich...Edelstein. Burn them." The female's eyes widen as she sat up, looking to him before smiling faintly, taking off the ring he crafted for her, setting in his own, enclosing the thin fingers around the piece of jewelery. The last tie when the documents are burned was now gone. She just needed to remove the marriage... the legal binding and yet... "I do not wish too..." "Neither do I, mein liebe, but we must. Your people need you, do not let me tie you down." "....Of course. Goodbye then, Austria...Roderich... " "Goodbye, Eliaveta...Hungary." No more words, she knew that if they spoke anymore it would be forfeit. She could not risk that and so with a heavy heart she stood, lingering on last kiss on his lips before heading to the small safe. The document binding them as humans in wedded bliss... "I love you..." she whispered faintly taking the document and holding it over the candle that stood on the stand, watching it burn. . . . . . "Mon cheri Elizaveta..." his voice was filled with honey sweet words, she almsot melted, almsot felt as if it were him...yet it was not. "Francois." "Come here, mon cheri." She obeyed walking into his arms, clinging to him and broke down. He just held her gently, rocking her back and forth all the while whispering soothing words. He was sure his beloved Jeanne* was watching, and spoke a silent apology. After all every nation had one human they loved more then anything. That was why he always apologized to his Jeanne, because he still loved her, evne though now he had another woman to love, to take care of. "It will be alright, Elizaveta...I promise."

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[bun-writes-things]

My polish is rusty and I am so sorry. I don’t know what pairing went through my head with this, or what i was writing. I believe it was just a one shot based around WW2 Poland. Anyway it’s pretty sad and I am very sorry for that. 

Translations: </u> moja siostra - my sister Siostra- Sister Mój brat Niech Bóg ma was- My brother may God protect you Forgive me if you see any mistakes with my Polish ; x; This story is left open ended. this is just the prologue you could say. Feedback and comments are loved <3 Continue yes or no? Ark [Rin and Len Cover] -[link] Eruopa- [link] Soldier's Side- [link]

The world was still as the night dragged on. A sob broke the silence, her voice hysterical, pained. The male spoke gently, trying to pacify his beloved. A common sight as the war dragged on. "Why?" He does not speak, merely turns to leave without looking back to the sobbing mother. Another son whose life will be given to a cause of twisted values. "My son...may God protect you." He died a month later trying to save a soldier from the enemies side in No Man's Land. The mother committed suicide as her only child was taken. This was the scenario he saw in his mind when he watched them battle. To think not long ago people were complaining about it being to hot and now...their world was slowly being consumed. He knew though it was bound to happen after all when a country spreads themselves to thin, when they cannot handle the demands of people they will rebel, raise up and create an army. They will cater to the people, to themselves, they will drag others into their fight. Change. Revolution. How do they stop such an endless repeat? "Impossible..." A voice, gentle spoke as delicate hands, weak and fragile, held onto his own. "...its impossible to sleep tonight." His blue-violet eyes gazed at the older female, though by height one would think he to be the elder. His voice was rough but it held a gentle quality, a loving quality. Turning fully he stroked her cheek, caressing her neck, her shoulders and then her arms before pulling her into an embrace. "Can you hear the cry of our motherland? She cries out at the loss of her children, the bloodshed." "Yes, brother." Her eyes, faded in color were blurred, sight would soon leave her. She shivered when his body warmth soaked into her cold skin. "I hear it every night. Children no longer laugh. Everyone is afraid...they worry." He knew very well. This world they lived in was dominated by fear. "It will be fine soon, moja siostra,*" he whispered before kissing her forehead. "Sleep now. I will be there in a bit." "Alright, brother," She whispered and reluctantly pulled from the embrace. "I pray that one day....maybe the world's children will be happy." If only, he let the thought settle itself into his heart, and as the door was broken down he did not resist. It is for her, and he allows himself to be taken by the Germans. His sister safe, because she was special and they could never think to gaze upon her. His angel... "Pray for me to, siostra, I will be waiting for you." The tears a mother shed for her son, her family...she now shed as the younger sibling was taken. "Mój brat Niech Bóg ma was*"

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