I just got Merlined~ (Merlin x reader)

"walking scott street, feeling like a strangerwith an open heart, open container"ORIn which Maggie Caulfield falls for Oscar Piastri but the stars won't align until they do

Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke had just defeated the former lower moon 6. Zenitsu was crying and begging Shoichi to come along with them to protect him as the boy looked at him in disbelief. Inosuke was banging his head on the tree trunk again and again while Tanjirou was wishing the siblings a good time as well as trying to stop Zenitsu from leeching to the boy. Finally, after they started walking, they saw a Wisteria House and entered it, only to be greeted by an old grand ma .They freshened up took a bath and ate their food with Inosuke trying to spite Tanjirou only to fail miserably. After some check up from the doctor, all of the boys and Nezuko who was still in the box slept only to wake up in a dark room with many unknown people.......

The desk of a writer, before being rid of all the tiny thoughts and unfinished chapters and half poems, that seem to leak from the pen without permission or purpose, is in itself, a piece of art.

It this au Izuku found the omntrix when he went on vacation with his dad (only his dad) who passed away everything that happens in classic happens the same after feedback death he kept the omnitrix on he went back home back to America everyone knows who he is after his fight with VilgaxBad Bakugo twins Bad Todorokis twinsBad Izumi Bad InkoAnd Good Allmight Yes he Good niceEveryone knows about the plumber's,Omnitrix and aliens Izuku lives with his grandpa Max

Otherwise, you were like rain, sometimes it rained and made me cry, sometimes it came as a trickle and wet my heart, sometimes I wished that it would rain and it never did.

this is a collection of my poetry! (*'꒳'*) most of them relate to my life in some way or another. If you have any feedback, let me know!

a collection of my thoughts in the form of poems, proses, perspectives and what-nots.A.R Sinclaire | pxiefysi

Aquí te entrego una pequeña parte de mi corazón, todos mis latidos están transformados en papel, si viste este libro aceptas que te hable con el corazón en la mano, estas páginas traducen el dolor que se siente y no puede señalarse, estas páginas cuentan historias de heridas pasadas, heridas de abuso, heridas de abandono, desamor, soledad, despedidas y regresos, son cartas no entregadas y cartas que necesitaron tinta para que disminuyan las lágrimas de un corazón lastimado.Hoy te entrego mi corazón a través de la poesía prometo mostrarte lo más profundo de mis memorias y agarrarte de la mano para mostrarte la salida