Sumireko writes everyday about her life with her precious Mahiru. Mahiru is her sunshine, just holding her hand gave her so much warmth and she cherishes the moments she gets to spend with her. Life was good, she was happy. Nothing could ever take that away from her, right? I've taking the most impacting diary entries and shared them with you. Into the world of Hanabusa's sun.
They say the world is full of crack-ships and forgotten parings. We're talking stuff like TokaNio, HaruHaruki, NioYuri, OtoyaHaru, TokaHana, EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE. A chronicle of one-shots that'll feature under-appreciated ships and a paradise of all different kinds of crack-ships. Time to set sail, don't worry, you won't be coming back :)
A dedication to Hashiri Nio, our lovable baby, a one-shot on my idea of her past before Class Black and Meichi Yuri
Ten years after Class Black and Tokaku finds herself in a situation that calls for her to do her last mission. She has a time limit and if not reached, her world of sun would bleed into black. But, what does the mission entail? She knows she can do it, she was once an assassin, so a mission like this was nothing, right? It was the perfect night to end it all and finally...
Thank you for reading! I hoped you enjoyed!I chose purple and white lilac flowers, but because of the way they are i couldn't have their full flowers so i used there petals, lol. Purple Lilacs in the lanaguage of flowers mean first emotions of love White Lilacs mean youthful innocence i used this song not made by me, to write. /watch?v rDcUnQRUmu0
In a broken society full of broken people, who is the flower and who is the weed? A dark horror dedicated to Halloween, if there is something everyone ought to know, is that there is always violence in true beauty. At least, so it states in the the new and divine laws of the land. There is no way out to run and Mahiru knows this, so then why did she...
"The moment I see them, I'm going to blow their brains out." Tokaku crouched near the edge of the rooftop and loaded a sleek, black magazine into her assault rifle. With clenched jaws, she pointed her weapon at the alleyway door down below. This is a Dystopian Future AU