Aura-Shadow-Beckett

Death Everyone dies. To fear death is pointless. It would be like fearing the air that we breathe or the sun that keeps us warm. When I die, Death will come to take my soul to where ever it must go and I will hold out my hand and say lead the way. Because whether I die today, tomorrow, or in a hundred years it does not matter to me. For death is something I will never fear.

Never ending war Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am simply borrowing them. Dear Past selves, I hope this letter reaches you in time to stop the war.  We never saw it coming. Five years ago Canada closed its borders to everyone. That was our first warning that something was wrong. When asked Stephen Harper, the prime minister, said a small virus was spreading through Canada and that they didn't want to infect the rest of the world. We bought it. Our second warning was two days after the Canadian borders opened again. School teachers were taking field trips to other countries with children as young as eight. We should've known something

Warm-BlowSkip SLASH A/N: Promised my friend Copocket I'd write a story based off their picture Heater. Check it out. Disclaimer: I don't own them if I did there would be more slash. Warning: You are about to risk your brain cells by reading this horribly written slash fic. Don't like slash don't read!   It's in the middle of decemeber that we find Skipper visiting his boyfriend Blowhole at his house after a two week long mission with his team. Skipper walks inside wanting nothing more then to go to sleep curled up next to his boyfriend. Upon entering his home he notices the near freezing temperature. He quickly goes over to the thermost

I love like everyone else this is true, And I'm not afraid to show it too. It will not matter what gender they are, Or how fancy is their car. I will not judge their beauty, To do so would be ignoring my duty. I will not judge if they are smarter than thee, I will not judge if they are richer than me. For so long as they give me modernity, And love me for our entire eternity. I will ignore what others call their faults and lack of skills, We will work together to pay everyday bills. For I will love them like a person should, Even if they didn't think anyone would.

A/N:inspired by copocket's drawings "My Dear Lady" and "The Response". The story below is slash between Blowhole and Skipper. Don't like back out now because I will not except flames reguarding the fact that this is slash because you didn't read the warning. Disclaimer:I do not own the show or the characters this was made purely for fun. Once upon a time the was a prince named Blowhole. The prince was son of King Hans ruler of Hoboken. Now the king was old and wanted to pass on his title to his son so he could leave the rest of his days in peace. Sadly King Hans could not give his son the throne until he find a mate. So Prince Blowhole left

Enjoy the story, and bare with my insanity. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I just kidnapped them to be in my story. Warning: Slash fluff between two boys. Narrator: Once upon a time..... Skipper: Oh hell no! I am not going to be in a fairy tale! Narrator: Yes you will, now shut up and let me tell the story! Skipper: Fine, witch. Narrator: Excuse me! Skipper: Uh, nothing! Narrator: That's what I thought now back to the story. Once upon a time in a land far away there lived a beautiful young girl..... Skipper: I'm a boy not a girl! Ask Kolwaski he'll tell you! Kowalski: He really is a boy. Narrator: Fine, they were a beaut

Warning: This is extremely anti-American. I apologize in advance for insulting you if you are American and if you're one of my friends or watchers, I don't mean these things in a bad way, it's just my Canadian grudge that I have. I still want you to be my friend! -Canada exists. -Canada knows more about the world than the rest of the world because those in Canada are from the rest of world. The same, in fact, could be said about America, but Canada is the only one of the two who cares to learn more about the world than continuously going over his own history. -Canada is most likely America's math tutor. -The caribou in Canada are not poly

The moon was setting With it, dawn was being born. And while the ice melted beneath her bare feet, her soul abandoned her body for an almost eternal second. Deep down, she would wish it had stayed that way. But instead, reality took her back to the world, and it was then when she saw him. There was Simon, lying down on the blood-stained snow. His own blood. Her shaking knees betrayed her, and Marceline knelt besides the man. With great tenderness, she put Simon's head on her lap. It was so comforting,so devastating. The coldness of his skin, the softness of his beard, the fading beating of his heart ... and the little flake of life tha

~Solitude The first night Marceline spent without any company was also a sleepless night. The salt of her dried tears irritated her cheeks. She held Hambo close to her heart as she waited for Simon's return. But he never came back. Neither he, nor anyone else. It was then that Marceline fully realized she was alone. ~Dropouts Marceline tried to find a logical explanation. She spent whole days doing nothing else other than wondering what she could have possibly done so wrong that it had caused Simon to leave. What could be so unforgivable? What? ~Conclusions Maybe ,Marceline concluded , deep down, Simon was just like her father. Both

~Time It took days for Marceline to get used to the presence of her father. It took weeks for her to dare looking  Hunson at the eyes. And it took months for her to tolerate being near him. ~Yesterday Marceline couldn't believe that in the days before the war, she had loved his father. Hunson found it hard to believe that in the days before the war, his daughter loved being by his side. But the hardest thing to believe for both of them was how much they missed those times. ~Blood I Blood meant nothing. Hunson was no longer her father. ~Indifference Marceline was surprised to discover that feeling nothing at all could be much more p