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RP Adeventures: A Master and His Cat
RP Adventures: A Master and His Cat
(Based off of a real Role Play)
A nya-tastic story about an abandoned Neko named Yoru, bound by a contract to serve her new master’s every command. Though cat-like in personality, Yoru may have a hard time doing that much. Her master, Matthew, made a pact with Yoru when he was only 14, asking Yoru to be his companion for life. What Matthew doesn’t know, is that Yoru is a cerial killer who has killed her previous master’s whom have used her in cruel and harmful ways. Will Matthew be different then the others? Will Yoru carry out Matthew’s wishes? Let’s find out!
Yoru looked outside the foggy window as she sat on the dining room table that stood right in front of it. She sighed, thinking thankfully that she was able to live in such a nice home out in the forest were she had spent most of her life. Only being sixteen in human years, Yoru s
Death Under the Full Moon: Kaede (O.C) X Reader(2)
Kaede’s story Part Two:
she could feel his words wrap around her neck
her very last breath was swallowed into silence
and everything they had together fell away
this is how their story ends
Later on that same night, I took a shower and changed into some more comfortable clothes. Kaede knew where I lived but did not allow me to travel home to pick them up. I wondered what my home looked like. Was it big like this mansion? Or was it smaller. I don’t remember my mother at all. Even the sound of her voice was forgotten. It pained me to think that I could forget such an important thing. Did I even have a living mother? For all I knew she could be dead.
There was only nightgowns to change into; all of them old but still clean enough to wear. It seems that Kaede took good care of the house and everything in it. It was as if the house was trapped within its own time; ageless, in its own rustic fashion. I checked the time.
Death Under the Full Moon: Kaede (O.C) X Reader(1)
Death Under the Full Moon
Kaede X Reader
((Thank you Seventh Heaven for the inspiration))
darkness locks me into this room
the air I breathe has never felt so cold
and I’m losing hold of everything I had
so I’ll rock myself to sleep
I awoke inside of an unknown mansion in the middle of some kind of enchanted forest surrounded by moss and brightly colored flowers. Rivers sprung with life and beauty, but that mansion… It was like a patch of oil in a pure blue sea. It was old and rustic. The paint on the outside was worn due to weathering and harsh climate conditions. This forest was notorious for changing seasons by the hour. Today it was spring, but in a few minutes it could very well be an icy wonderland.
Inside of that very mansion was supposed to be a friend of mine…
I say it like that because I don’t remember him ever being my friend and if he ever was, I have a bad taste in judgment. He had long, red hair for
STB X Reader: My Life (2)
Sleepy Time Boyfriend X Reader: My Life(2)
As all 14 of us met in the dining room, Kakeru and one of the eldest brothers, Sei, were happy with how breakfast turned out. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like making breakfast for fourteen people. Sei had worked as a bar manager but decided to come to college so he could become a chef. Kakeru learned most of his cooking skills by reading (as expected…). Kakeru would always stress that I read whenever possible when I was younger.
Eggs, toast with butter, omelets, biscuits, cereal, pancakes, waffles and even cinnamon rolls filled my nose. Fresh coffee and tea was brewing in the back which carried my senses into some kind of food wonderland. I didn’t know where to start! I instantly grabbed whatever I could, knowing that Reo and pesky Sosuke would try to grab all the good stuff before it was gone.
“Yo ______, think you can pass me the syrup”, Takahiro as
Sleepy Time Boyfriend X Reader: My Life (1)
Sleepy Time Boyfriend X Reader: My Life(1)
((This will also be called STB X Reader for short))
“Good morning, Orehime-Sama”, said a familiar voice. It was light, airy, but with a certain richness to it that I couldn’t forget. Wondering who it was, I opened my eyes to see the young man I knew as my roommate. His name was Kakeru Shion, looking down at me with a smile on my bedside.
Wait one flipping second…. H-He’s… in my bed?!
“Are you ready for school? It’s time to wake up.”
That’s right… college…
Kakeru and his many…many brothers were family friends of my mother. It was just me and my mother with my little sister (name of sister). Since my father divorced my mother, we were left with nothing; nothing at all. Fortunately, the Shion family took care of us when no one could. They were always generally healthy and did everything for my
Expect School Tomorrow Tomorrow There's School
Tomorrow expect school, says the mayor of NYC
While I expect snow falling in a run down city.
I've been 'slacking' so they say since I can't keep "A" grades.
I'm passing all the same but a B isn't what they'll take.
With all the BS and FYI that people tell to me
About how I'll pass if I do my best, as if I don't already do that.
I'm sick and tired of people thinking that I'm smarter than the rest!
I'm as dumb as all of them, I just had a head start on this 'test'.
I'm human, I'm clueless, I'm not street smart at all.
I don't get Chemistry, or geometry, heck English I even get wrong!
As if my grades predict the future of who I'm going to be
I hate every adult that I see in that place we call a 'school'
Every single person who tells me 'I'm destined for great things...'
CAUSE IM NOT AND NEVER WILL BE!!
AND IF SO, HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
CAUSE IF YOU CAN READ THE FUTURE,
PLEASE TELL ME IF I'LL STAY HOME
CAUSE TOMORROW THERE IS SCHOOL
AND TOMORROW WILL BE THE
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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