YukiAkuzuki

"Tch...really? This again? How annoying." Gladion sighed in frustration as he watched his Silvally faint. He shook his head in dismay, staring down at his defeated Pokemon who now had swirls in his eyes. "I thought that, after all the times we fought her, you'd.......whatever.." The blonde grumbled, returning Silvally to his Pokeball. "You did such a good job, Muk!" Gladion looked over, an irk mark appearing on the side of his head as he watched you celebrate your victory with your Alolan Muk. He scowled when the Muk gave you a large, gooey hug. He became even more disgusted as you gratefully accepted it. "[Y/n]. Let him go," he told you.

Time passed slowly in Hyrule; it seemed as if the world decided to slow its step, as if time started skipping in place like a broken record, as if the days were eagerly consumed by the eternity of night for prolonged hours. The period of time spent within the stone prison of Castle Town were more grueling as the days went on, but Link found himself coasting through existence with more ease day after day. Time and again, he'd frequent the miserable memory of what was lost to him and the world; however, after the initial shock dulled, the aches of his bruising heart gradually faded. Clinquant beryl eyes bore into the immense, outstretched sky

Link couldn’t sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, the recurring memories of bleeding, desperation, and fear replayed in his head countless times and chased away sleep. So many had died in order for him to prevail and be claimed a hero, when really, those who had helped him and lost their lives should have been called heroes. Link… He was just a kid who stumbled into this mess and was forced to go through with it in order to save Hyrule. What made the burden worse was he was apparently the only one who could save Hyrule; if he died, the land he loved so dearly would certainly perish under the dark lord’s rule. “Why,&r

(A/N)- I apologise for the interruption in the middle of the story. (h/n)- horse's name (m/n)- Male name --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By the time you both reached Castle Town, your horses were panting heavily. You jump down from (h/n) and apologise to her. You lead her to a patch of grass and let her rest there. “Good work, (h/n). It’s because of you, we beat the elf.” “I can hear you, y’know.” Link grunts. “You won only ‘cause you had a head start.” “Aww. Is the Hero mad?” “Shut up.” You gri

As my eyes flutter open, I reach my arms above my head, letting the nights groans come out of my mouth. I sit up as I scratch my head, pulling a shirt over my head and looking in the full body mirror on my door. Shirt, boxers, and no socks. Perfect! I open the door and head down stairs to the kitchen. I open the cabinet and pull a box of crackers out, and setting them on the counter. I take my tea kettle and put some water in it and place it on the stove, turning the burner on high. I rummage through the cabinets looking for a mug to use. "Aha!" I whisper, pulling out my favorite mug. On the side it says "There's a chance this is alcohol" and

I wake up with my hair stuck to my forehead, panting, and kicking the sheets off of me, causing Dan to whine at the sudden movement. "Whhhhyyy?" He rolls over and checks his phone. "It's 4:30, babe, calm down and go back to sleep" He mumbles. He sticks his arms out and I shake my head. "It's too hot" I say. His eyes finally open. "Babe, it's 40 degrees (fahrenheit) out. What are you talking about?" He sees the sweat dripping down my face and places the back of his hand against my skin. "Do you feel sick? You're burning up." "Maybe? I dunno. I woke up sweating." "Well if you  are  sick, then that's even more of a reason to go back to bed"

  So as most of you know, if you read my journals, anyways, I've started taking requests on tumblr until further notice! So, if you want, go over to www.thatpunktransboy.tumblr.com if you have an account, and shoot me an ask! My main blog is now going to be my fanfic blog as well, and I'm much more active over there, so I'll be more likely to see it and want to do it over there because I won't accidentally delete the comment and forget to do it. So without further ado, there is a fic from a request over on tumblr: Heard you were taking requests! So Maybe a story with a transguy reader and Markiplier. Transguy is a lil self-conscious, but Ma

It had been a whole week since Arin had asked me to fill in for Kevin. I had fallen into the cast pretty well, if I did say so myself. I'd come in at 10, once everyone was there, I'd sit around for a while, since a lot of them were still recording, do some odd jobs, maybe take a walk around, and then I'd start editing a little bit after lunch. I had my headphones in as I came in a littler earlier than normal, I had nothing else to do, and I started dancing around. It was about 8 in the morning. I wasn't really a late sleeper. I walked down the hall to my leather couch that I had claimed as my own and I saw it. The perfect spot. A huge, gigant