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ones and zerosChapter Oneones and zeros by Wiggerboo
“Everybody needs a thneed~. It's a fine thing that all people need~...”
That was a voice that Cipher did not expect to hear all the way in Greenville. It couldn't be him, it had to be a coincidence. That light baritone that sounded more like he was just speaking along with the strumming of a guitar.
There was no way that he was here.
Cipher slowed to a stop before shuffling her feet in her rubber boots and adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag; the action making the large paper bag tucked in her arm crinkle. Sighing, hazel eyes closed themselves as she tried to ignore the growing sound of a crowd roaring in laughter and many disgusting splattering sounds.
There was that voice again.
Finally, she glanced in the direction of the voice had come from.
There he was.
The man that had plagued her thoughts; filling them with images of sky blue eyes that glimmered like the stars onc
RD/RAArguably, Zell and Selphie were Squall’s first friends—ignoring the whole using GFs erasing memories of him and the others at the orphanage mess.RD/RA by Wiggerboo
Ignoring Quistis and that asshole Seifer, these two were the only other people that had talked to him of their own free will and made an effort to break past his exterior. If it hadn’t been for SeeDs, they would have never met. It was strange to think about.
Squall was unsure if it was because he had genuinely preferred to be alone anymore. He had friends now; Riona, Irving, Quistis and of course Zell and Selphie. It felt wonderful being surrounded by people who cared for him, even if they could be pretty annoying. Why had he chosen to be alone before when having friends—or a family—felt so right? He belonged now.
It was strange to look back on those old days.
He had wanted to be cool, no shit. But, talking to people was overly difficult for him; it was embarrassing. Words were either caught in his throat and he
I'm just a loser that likes tentacles, eye licking, boxcutters and the deliciously skinny legs of anime men. |
my kokoro is weird
junpei iori is my husband and i will fight you for him [no i wont because he's a shitty]
rohan kishibe is also my husband and i cry everyday because of it
rock holmes killed me.
i am deep in once-ler hell.
sure love wrinkly cabbage satanists that play bass
dan mcneely and legend are my newgrounds harem.
francis york morgan more like special agent pork organ
rohan pixels by hannahjap!!!
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