Honestly, the whole purpose of me writing this is so people can find reactions to the show that aren't just seasons 1-3. I myself am currently invested in these so after a bit of thinking I've decided to make one myself that includes seasons 4 and 5 as well‼️ They will end up reacting to the Paris, NYC, and Shanghai special aswell. If you have any episode suggestions please feel free to share them with me and I will do them!! I will try to update once or twice a week, maybe more if I'm feeling motivated.
♧♧♧♧♧♧ curtains ♧♧♧♧♧♧Eddie Munson is wanted for murder and his best friend, Paige Ivey is in the hellfire club. Jason carver assumes that Eddie has killed Chrissy Cunningham. Paige is on his number one list to find out what happened.
Heya!Just posting this here so people can see I have a fantasy world made for tickling and tickling roleplays~ Will elaborate more tomorrow when it's not so late, but you can also message me :)
An unknown enemy called the Sirens are wreaking havoc around the world. Azur Lane, a multinational military alliance, was formed to fight against The Sirens. However, when the world are fighting The Sirens, a faction called Crimson Axis declared war on Azur Lane and thus a "civil war" began. These two fighting each other due to different ideology. It was at this time, unknown fleets of unknown origin are trying to unite the two opposing factions together and fight the Sirens once and for all.Disclaimer: I do not own Ace Combat nor Azur Lane.
I open my eyes to a world I have never seen before. Wait, no. I have seen this world. This is my hometown. But..why does it seem so.. different? Not bad different, but.. what's the word.. "good"? No, "better"? No. It just seems more.. bright. As once I had awoken, everything had changed. Mom was actually not yelling at her computer as stressed as she could be, my brother's actually doing something productive, and everyone just seems so... different. it's like an alternate reality. But, why can't I feel anything? I touch my bed sheets, I don't even know if I touched them, I don't feel a thing. I feel my face, but not the wall. I can't feel anything but my own self. What..is this world? I know it's my home, but.. it seems so.. different. Not in a bad way, or a sad way. Everyone's just so upbeat, just like how I imagined the world I want. Is this some kind of miracle? It seems.. just like a dream.
The Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda. He was many things: a peerless swordsman, a saviour of mankind, a traitor to demons. What many of them don't know however, is that he was also a capable teacher. Now, his skill as a teacher is needed once again in Kivotos. But, with the city being filled with rambunctious and trigger-happy students, just what kind of teacher he needs to be?
« Dans le calme de certains soirs, coucher de mots et de soleil. Appel de l'ombre par le bruissement des branches d'un arbre aux feuilles brunes chantant à ses oreilles. Apprivoisant, épousant autour cet univers, un homme parle à son chien. Suivent des lendemains où même en hiver le brouillard des collines est traversé par des lumières ardentes. Que de jours aux sommets des montagnes ! Que de tons bleus au fond de ses yeux, le ciel se reflétant comme un miroir. Ce ciel immense la nuit scintille par les étoiles, le jour éclaire les collines verdoyantes. Que de blancheur dans ces vastes espaces verts. Ni couleur ivoire, ni nacre... infiniment plus beaux les tons qui se dégage de la lune telle une douce veilleuse éclaire la terre. La nature fut sa maison d'enfance, sa mère nourricière, sa vie même était liée aux caprices de Dame Nature, à sa force... Il connaît le nulle part, l'adresse inconnue, guidé par le vent son corps s'envole vers de vaste espace...De l'air. Fleurs sauvages, danse des nuages, du bleu azuré matinale à la nuit qui s'installe comme dans son village natal : Un homme à pieds voyage. Les charmes de la nature, les senteurs des fleurs, senteurs de lilas, de bleues violettes...Quel parcours dans cette nature sauvage. Une symphonie parfois accompagne ses pas, orchestré par la pluie, entre hier et aujourd'hui. Se souvenir et faire revivre ces instants d'hier avec son père. Ces longs regards sur le passé le font avancer...Marcher devant. Ses racines comme ancrées donnent vers l'infini. Imbibé par les senteurs de l'enfance, le cliquetis des mots dans l'absence. Il aurait été si dommage de taire son encre, alors il partage au fil des pages... Des feuilles blanches noircies par son besoin de laisser une trace...Un homme écrit...Sans se soucier du style, les images sélectionnées sont couchées sur le papier. Se trament dans son esprit les difficultés de notre époque.
A delusional story I made up in my head.What if Eggman eventually did give up and like what he said to himself, "Maybe I'll go back and get my teaching degree!" goes back to teaching, while also actually turning over a new leaf. Sort of like with "Mr. Tinker" but he's self aware. After he got his teaching degree back however.. a certain unexpected invitation was sent to him, sending him somewhere to another world..This story is HEAVILY unfinished but hopefully I will finish it one day.⚠️READ THE WARNINGS PLEASE⚠️
Danganronpa X Reader! This is my first time making one of these so please don't judge UwU Also Danganronpa does NOT belong to me.Update: OH MY GOD EW I WAS SO WEIRD BACK THEN. But please don't judge, considering this is super old.