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Ring of Fire Sq to Who Knew (ScotlandxReader)Ring of Fire Sq to Who Knew (ScotlandxReader) by DudeSorriso
~Love.. Is a burning thing, And it makes a fiery thing, Bound.. By wild desire, I fell down into a ring of fire~
Three years. It's been three whole years since I last saw Gilbert Beilschmidt, the day he ended it with me for, what I had found out later, another more exciting woman. I had to admit, that woman was nothing like me, in appearance that is. She glowed with an ethereal beauty that spoke of a rough past, but a certain forced softness that was actually sweet.
But in personality, I guess we could be slightly more different than I previously thought. We were both tommies, and had a hidden strength one wouldn't expect inside of us. But while I didn't mind acting like an idiot and genuinely having fun, she forced herself to be courteous and polite. Maybe that's the kind of thing Gilbert really liked?
~I fell into a burning ring of fire, Went down down down and the flames went higher, And it burns burns burns that ring of fire that ring of fire~
But I digress, it had be
American McGees-All Mad Here 1'What's wrong Janice?'American McGees-All Mad Here 1 by DudeSorriso
'I feel as though...'
'"As though," what, Janice?'
'As though.. I'm looking through..
A shattered looking glass..
'It's all right Janice..
Janice are you listening?'
'So many pretty star's..'
'Are you all right, Janice?'
'Of course. A night to never forget.'
'Do it Janice. Make us proud.'
'What if I mess up? Will you be angry?'
'You can't mess this up Janice. And Janice..
How can we be mad..?
When we are apart of your mind?'
Psychosis: The loss of contact with reality, a delusion of what really is. Usually including false ideas about what is taking place or who and making contact (seeing or hearing) what isn't there.
Ever since I was a little girl.. I saw shapes.. Heard voices.. I never told Mum, or Da, for fear they'd send me away. Sometimes they come in the form of my stuffed animals. Tell me things, starting off nice and then getting more grotesque as they go on.
At a young age I didn't know that it was wrong. That it was a sign th
Father. Son. And Uncle Pizza.Vergil peered down his nose at the boy, regarding the nineteen-month-old with the utmost scorn. "You're weak."Father. Son. And Uncle Pizza. by Ginae-Evans
The little boy beamed up at Vergil, with all his gap-toothed glory, and clapped his hands enthusiastically. "Beak!" He crowed, rising to stand on unsteady legs. Weaving back and forth, the boy eventually made his way towards the tall, beloved man that he knew so well. "Dah-dah! Beak!"
Crouching down, Vergil held his arms out and the child fell into them without hesitation. "You're weak and terribly, terribly short. How could you be a son of mine?"
The toddler goggled comically at his father before grasping Vergil's nose and laughing.
"Vergil. Stop insulting your son." His mate had come to stand in the doorway, watching her two men fondly. There was no rancor in her tone, however, this was just the two of them bonding in their own, unique way.
"The truth can often be very insulting. Does that mean, then, that it shouldn't be told?" Vergil asked, glancing over at the woman with
Favourite genre of music: I lean towards 40's, 50's, 60's and 80's.|
Favourite style of art: Abstract
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: Brooklyn from Gargoyles or Thundercracker and Sideswipe
Personal Quote: "I aim to misbehave."