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Name: Mizura Reisas Title: Knight of Life ScreenName: (i promise to add one when i can!) Age: 7.4 sweeps~16 human years~ Typing Style: never capitalizes unless she is flustered,or saying an important name. randomly does fish puns/marine puns. Replaces 'R/r' with a ^. Good syntax and great grammar. Zodiac Sign: Doesn't have one, so she made one that looks similar to a Manta Ray. Strife Specibi: Whip Kind Fetch Modus: Pictionary Relations: Serina Reisas-Dancestor, The Magician-Ancestor(if anyone has a better name I'd really appreciate mew tellin me! >/////w/////

Your eyes moved around on the table, many odd things lay on top of it. But what caught your eye was a crumbled peace of paper. You picked it up and saw that in bad handwriting where the words Go To Sleep. It didn't take a scientist to figure out that it was Jeff the Killer's item. You looked over to the side to see said killer drinking a bottle of whiskey in one of his hands. Once again, it didn't take a scientist to know what that meant. It was then before any words where spoken that one of the other Pastas pushed you into the closet. "Alright, Seven minutes you two!" A voice called from outside the closet. Jeff give a dark chuckle as he pin

School? Hell. Home? Hell. Friends? None. Every day is a living nightmare. I can’t stand it. The torture doesn’t stop even when I get home. It’s not the fact that I’m abused, I actually have a good family and am thankful for it. It’s the fact that they found my phone number, my facebook, my e-mail, everything, and my parents don’t believe that what they say is bad enough to get help. “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you” I don’t think I’ve ever heard a lie worse than that. Words hurt just as much as sticks and stones. Personally, I’d take the

Notes: This is second place prize for my reader insert contest ^^ She requested a fluffy Romano X Reader, and so I sat down and thought of a really cute story :3 I apologize for it being so late, but hopefully you still enjoy it ^^ Better late than ne-*SHOT* -- It was another casual day in your household; you were seated on your couch with your laptop seated over your outstretched legs, your eyes scanning the pages that popped up. You rather enjoyed the life you lived and it came with little stresses in your life. You did have a job, a job that you had been dreaming of since you were in junior high. The house you lived in was perfect in your

You're P.O.V "Um... make yourself at home I'll go get you a towel..." I said leading him inside he looked around the house taking off his hat and jacket. I came back in with a few towels handing them to him, "Here dry yourself off and maybe I can find you something to wear other than that wet shirt." I said smiling at him. "....Thank you" those were the first word I ever her that stranger say, 'He sounded sweet... and nice... but again hurt...' I couldn't help but think about what was wrong with him. I went into my older brother’s room and got some pants and a t shirt for him to wear, "You can get dressed in the bathroom..." I said han

    "Dude. Dude. I fucking love you!" You squealed as you looked at the things in front of me.    'Nice to know my wicked sis.' Kurloz signed.    "I'm serious!" You cling to Kurloz as you speak. Totally forgetting about what you had wanted to tell him in the first place.    'Woah motherfucker! That's a little too close." Kurloz signed, blushing behind his skull makeup.    "Kurry! You have magical, miracle, delicious Faygo Bushes!" You squeezed Kurloz, Kurry, closer with every word. If it wasn't blatantly obvious by this point...you...love Faygo, a drink that is highly renowned in the subjuggulator religion.    'I've always had them.

     What happens when you spray a greaser with degreaser?  That question had been lingering in your mind ever since you had helped Karkat clean his hive and today was the day you would finally have your answer.  Taking your spray bottle in hand you go in search of a certain greaser friend of yours.     ~Be the reader. Do It!~     "Target sighted." you think excitedly as you approach Cronus. "Hey Cro wait up!" you call, effectively drawing his attention.     "Yo ___ vwat's up?"     "I have a question for you."     "So you've finally decided you vwant some of this," He grins gesturing to himself.     "No," you laugh "I was wondering wh