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Purrs Like a Kitten
During a fight with a new villain, Régresser, Chat Noir is transformed into a child. Ladybug, as Marinette, has to then care for the younger Chaton Noir while trying to figure out how to stop Régresser from turning all of Paris into children.
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       A blue balloon drifted towards wispy clouds, having slipped away from the tethered clusters in the park below. Decorative cloths covered each of the outdoor tables, which was occupied by half-eaten cakes and scattered paper plates. Chatting adults and sweet-craving children sat at these tables. A dark-skinned woman, with shoulder-length hair and a magenta suit, was in the middle of clearing torn, wrapping paper from one of the tables when she heard squealing laughter. A boy resembling her chased several boys taller than him through the open space. The former fired torrents of water at the latter with a squirt gun. The woman called out, “Didier! I told you not to use that water gun here!”
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Territorial Warnings: Thorns and Pages
The Graceful Assassin finds something he is not meant to; a secret section to the library. In his haste to take advantage of the situation, he neglected the fact that rules drastically change when one enters the territory of another.
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       The clunking of black boots echoed through the endless white halls. There was also the swishing of a black coat against black pants, as well as the small chinking of the silver drawstrings against each other. Shoulder-length, pink hair brushed against the rim of the lowered hood, and the man continued down the corridor.
       Silence soon spoke as he stopped in front of a pair of white doors. He opened them with his black gloved hands and entered a vast room filled with shelves that nearly touched the ceiling; each shelf was packed with heavy but featureless, hard-covered books.
       Marluxia scanned the library thoughtfully. He recalled how Larxene would commonly escape here an
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Sea-Salt Ice Cream
A faint whiff of the sweet and salty mixture is enough to stir the heavily repressed regrets and doubts of the most loyal of Organization XIII. Much like the ice cream, those pleasant memories leave a bittersweet aftertaste.
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       The sunset rested across the clock tower and sloping rooftops. At the same time, cooled shadows nestled in alleys and in-between the cobblestone streets. The whistle and rumble of a distant train lazily traveled through the yellow skies, which steadily faded into pink and ember. But those listening to the sleeping afternoon may not have heard the lowered voices exchanged under the veil of darkness.
       “Despite their bestial behavior, Heartless can be very picky about where they congregate. It is more likely to locate Heartless in areas that most lack any form of light, whether natural or artificial. Can you think of an area within this town that best fits that description?” prompted a young man
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Mother's Day
It's Mother's Day, and Marinette is helping her father surprise her mother with a party. While they prepare, Sabine takes a walk and meets an unexpected companion. Meanwhile at city hall, the mayor rejects a request to renovate an old park placed by a woman named Rosalie Sylviane. She falls under Hawkmoth's influence and becomes Mother Nature, a villain that controls plants.
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       Small feet pattered down wooden stairs, with morning light streaming in through the window. It was a petite woman, with short black hair and a cheongsam-style blouse. The smell of flour and sugar filled the air. Just before Sabine reached the last step, her husband’s towering figure and her daughter’s slender form rushed into the way.
       “Good morning, Mom,” Marinette cheerfully greeted just as Tom spoke up similarly, “Morning, dear!”
       Sabine chuckled, “Well, good morning. You two are up b
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The Honest Guest: Night 26
       Heaven or Hell? Military Police or Scout Regiment? I never thought that I’d get to this point but…it’s time that I made my choice.
       The young man found himself in a broad hallway with tall ceilings. Warm candles on silver sticks cast their light on massive paintings. Silky curtains partly covered towering, stain-glass windows. He stood on a red carpet with gold trimmings, surrounded by piles of gold and silver forms of utensils and trinkets. A small creaking noise caught his ear, and he looked to see a golden scale, one side filled with delicate pastries and the other filled with red wine. However, the young man noticed, on a silver pile looming above the scale, the cup was being filled with red droplets from a cow’s slit throat. Suddenly, his ears were filled with the sound of several men singing as once, “Do you know, who I am?~”
       Judgment Boy then dropped
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The Honest Guest: Night 25
       I had lost hope, yet I find myself still scrambling forward. I’ve come to a realization. This entire time, I’ve been trying to run from a choice that I need to make. But I’m tired of running. The decision is inevitable.
       The young man awoke on a cold, stone floor. It was dark, apart from the moonlight that came in from the small, barred window high above his reach. He slowly picked himself up and noticed a pair of small lights on the other side of the room; it was a pair of glowing, orange eyes. The young man pulled back in surprise.
       “You haven’t escaped yet,” a hoarse and young voice stated.
       The young man relaxed slightly, murmuring, “It’s you…” All the while, along with the sound of scraping chains, the figure hobbled forward, revealing itself to be a cat-like boy dressed in a striped shirt. “…Neko Zo
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The Honest Guest: Night 24
       I don’t see any point in resisting anymore. Why shouldn’t I be satisfied with the way that things are? By conforming to society’s rules, corrupt or not, I can at least find comfort in knowing that I won’t be alone. I’ll be among everyone else in the herd.
       He seemed to drag his feet as he slowly made his way down the hall. The young man trudged through the corridors, barely motivated to move forward. He only looked up from the ground when he heard a group of voices talking down the hall.
       “Hey, you shouldn’t be walking around all by yourself,” stated one person among the small cluster of people that faced him.
       Another person agreed, “Yeah, you should be with us.”
       “We understand how you feel,” assured someone else in the group, causing him to slow to a stop.
     
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The Honest Guest: Night 23
       Hope is something that I almost lost sight of, but it is also a very wonderful thing. With it, mountains become hilltops, and freedom is just around the corner.
       The young man moved steadily down the dark hallways, with dim candles flickering before him. His echoing steps finally came to a stop when he entered into the unoccupied lobby. He looked to the shut doors and paused beside the empty, front desk. The candle flickered as he continued to stay where he was.
       “Are you…leaving?” someone slowly called out from behind. The young man stiffened and turned. He could see a figure peering around the corner, with its blue eye staring at him.
       The young man slowly started to back up towards the door, answering hesitantly, “I-I…Yes. I am.”
       He saw the figure’s eyebrow rise in response, as he replied, “That
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The Honest Guest: Night 22
       What is a solider? A pawn, with no purpose other than to follow orders and die? Or is a soldier someone that chooses to follow orders and die on their own accord?
       The young man turned away from the shuttered window and exited out of his room. He turned to his right and paused. He heard a pair of shuffling footsteps as candlelight approached from around the corner. Upon hearing a familiar, oily chuckle, the young man turned left and hurried down the opposite direction. After passing several doors, he turned right again. The young man was met with a deep-throated chuckle.
       He looked to his left and saw table set up nearby. There were two chairs; in one chair was a man-like creature holding his overweight form in a noble, expensive-looking attire with red and orange colors. His blonde hair hung around the sides and back of his pure white head, matching the curled mustache that framed his bulging cheeks.
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The Honest Guest: Night 21
       I finally returned to my room. Yet, I was restless. There were so many questions and uncertainties that I couldn’t just ignore them. I’ll probably regret this decision later, but I’m willing to take a risk, all for the sake of getting answers.
       The young man stopped outside of a room labeled with the golden numbers 205. He pulled open the door and was met by the sight of the simple room, with minimal furniture and the closed, shuttered window across from him. A candle flickered atop the table in the corner, illuminating the room in orange light.
       The young man stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He walked across the room and over to the bed. He did not take off his boots or his jacket and simply sat down on the edge of the bed. Slowly, his gaze scanned over the room. He stared at the candle, watching the wick burn and the wax occasionally drip. Silence filled the room
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The Honest Guest: Night 20
       I was told a vision of my future. Despite the alleged foresight I was given, everything still seems uncertain. Whether or not I’ve come to a decision, or even if there’s a choice to begin with, there’s no turning back.
       The young man walked slowly down the hall, trudging his way through. He paused when white vapor started to gather at the spot in front of him, as a croaking voice rang through the air, “Burning…
       “Burning,” the old woman’s voice repeated, growing clearer in the dissipating vapor. A green tent of sorts now sat in the middle of the hall, blocking the young man’s path. Within the tent was a round table, with candles on either side. Standing on the middle of the table was a short, human-like frog dressed in black robes. Her matted, grey hair hung from under her black cap. Her green and slimy hands circled over a crystal ball atop
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The Honest Guest: Night 19
       When I look back, there are things that I wish I could’ve done differently. If I could just turn time backwards, like turning a clock, I could fix what went wrong. I could save who I cared for.
       Farther down the hall, there was a constant ticking noise. The closer that the young man got, the more sources of tick-tocking that he heard. Finally, he came to an area filled with clocks; on the left side of the hall was a crowd of various clocks and hourglasses. As he walked, he passed glass cases with dozens of watches sitting inside. He began to make his way past a three-walled room filled with time-telling devices in the middle of the noisy display, but there were also two clock-shaped figures standing inside. The shorter one looked at the young man before turning towards the taller of the two, stating in a child’s voice, “Daddy! He looks like he’s got a lot of regrets in his past!”
   
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The Honest Guest: Night 18
       Memories are…painful. Once innocent, even hopeful thoughts become hurtful reminders in the face of a bleak present. I want to forget, to save myself from the pain, but…that would mean letting go of those dear to me.
       The young man slowly made his way down the empty corridors. Along the way, he sighed to himself, “I’m not even sure where my room is…or even if that’s the direction I want to head in…”
       He went quiet, simply listening to his own repetitive steps as he walked. Suddenly, there was a voice, almost ghastly-sounding, that came from down the hall. It was his own voice, shouting, “No! No, this is our chance. We can get the drop on them while they’re preoccupied. Let’s go! Make a break for HQ while they’re still distracted!”
       The young man paused, looking down the hall that the noise cam
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The Honest Guest: Night 17
       When something dies, it goes from flesh to bone, from bone to dust. Afterwards, there’s nothing left, nothing but memories left behind in others. If that’s gone too, then there’s nothing at all. No flesh. No bone. No dust. No one at all.
       The young man passed one glowing candle after another, as his thudding steps echoed through the hall. He rounded the corner and stopped abruptly; there was a bare skeleton lying in the middle of the hall. The young man stared at it a moment, backing away. He glanced around the corridor, left and right, but saw no movement or anything notable. The young man looked at the skeleton once again before turning and running off. He ran and ran until he saw a familiar, moving candlelight down the hall.
       Gregory stopped and turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. Upon seeing the young man he greeted, “Why, hello, my friend. What brings you-oh!
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The Honest Guest: Night 16
       Some things just seem to be the way that life is. It’s easier to accept the idea that the worst things in life are simply natural. And yet, there are those that believe that things can be changed. It’s hard to say if they’re right, or even if they’ll succeed.
       The young man walked steadily down the hallway, but he slowed to a stop as he noticed posters on the wall nearby. They were black and white wanted posters. On one poster was what looked like a man wearing a large hat; he had dark sideburns, a curled mustache and half-closed eyes. On the other poster was a young looking girl, also wearing a large hat; she had pigtails, freckles, dark colored circles on her cheeks and a similar emotionless expression. The descriptions referred them as “CACTUS GUNMAN” and “CACTUS GIRL” “TWO WANTED REBELS FROM CACTUSLAND.”
       After reading the posters, the yo
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The Honest Guest: Night 15
       I did what I thought was right. It saved some lives, didn’t it? But…there were also plenty lost. I don’t know if I could make the right decision, even if there was one. I’m just not fit to be the one that leads and makes choices.
       The sound of a man’s singing caused the young man to come to a stop. Along with it was the sound of metal scraping, like something sliding down a railing. He curiously looked in that direction, but it was out of sight.
“Do you know, who I am~”
       The young man cautiously continued down the hall and peered around the corner. He looked just in time to see a pair of pink and yellow lights disappearing from out of his vision. The hallway went quiet, and the young man leaned back, relaxing. Suddenly, there was the sound of chain length unwinding rapidly from above him. He looked up and saw the metallic figure drop from the ceiling an
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I am an aspiring author. Though I have plenty of original ideas I enjoy sharing fanfiction with others that may enjoy the same series.

My close friend tennieru is someone I've known for 13+ years. She's a young talented artist.

Madolche Puddingcess Stamp by SpektrumSP [Stmp] Tenjouin Asuka by AiroRokkuhauto Ramen Noodles by DazyCat Bakura church stamp by PecanPie :thumb322883259:
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  • Listening to: His World by Zebrahead
  • Reading: Psychology Textbook and Art Appreciation Flashcard
  • Watching: Kaichou wa Maid-Sama!
  • Eating: Popcorn
  • Drinking: Water
Hey guys! Remember how I said that I was conducting reconstruction on some of my stories, you know...last year?
Yeah, that's still a thing that's going on.

However! The other news is that MY (unofficial) HIATUS IS FINALLY OVER!

I will be posting a "new" story called "The Honest Guest". It is another installment in the Shingeki no Kyojin and Gregory Horror Show crossover series that I have dubbed the Psychological Warfare series. It is not technically a sequel to the first installment, The Secretive Guest, as both stories do not have a directly correlation in terms of narrative, but it will involve the same set-up but different characters. Admittedly, this story was actually finished sometime last year, not long after I completed the Secretive Guest, but I felt that there needed to be break in between each series...then I promptly forgot about it and the break became much longer than I anticipated. Ah well. The first chapter will be posted soon after this journal, and I'll work out the schedule for posting the rest.

As for Reconstruction, allow me to better explain the nature of this. There are several stories which I have "Marked for Reconstruction", simply meaning that, instead of deleting and re-posting these stories, I will conduct various tweaks to the stories that I feel are very old and could use some tuning up. In many cases, excluding one, the changes may go as far as to effect the content of a chapter in a series, but not necessarily the entire narrative. Here's a list of the stories to expect to see changes in:

    Black Blood Series --> Expected Time to Reconstruct: A Fair Amount of Time (The story isn't too long and shouldn't be hard once I get to it)
    Bartender Demon --> Expected Time to Reconstruct: A LONG WHILE (As I wish to rewrite the story to fit the Soul Eater manga, which I haven't read yet, this will take a considerably longer time to edit)
    Music Mayhem:2.Revenge --> Expected Time to Reconstruct: Soon (This story is already in the middle of being reconstructed)
    Maka's Underworld --> Expected Time to Reconstruct: A Fair Amount of Time (The story isn't very long and I can't think of any major edits that would need to happen)
    Soul Eater Wonderland -->Expected Time to Reconstruct: A While (The time taken will mostly be account of the sheer Length of the story, though there shouldn't be too many narrative edits)

Now, this doesn't take into account the time I'll be spending with college (which I am almost through the freshman year of, by the way) nor the time I may be spending on other stories. This is mostly to show that, despite the long period of inactivity, I still very much care for these stories and appreciate the support that I've gotten from you guys : )

Thank you for reading this, and I hope you guys have a great time!

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furafura Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016  Professional
Thanks for the watch! ~♬
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1Keepsake Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2014
i did it
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OshiMoon Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2014  Student Writer
I see that! Wasn't it fun?
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1Keepsake Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2014
oh LOADS^^
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OshiMoon Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2014  Student Writer
Awesome~
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1Keepsake Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2013

is watching A.o.T.

www.crunchyroll.com/attack-on-…

hmmm, opening credits aren't bad^^

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1Keepsake Featured By Owner May 25, 2013
Happy SATUDAY!!!^^
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OshiMoon Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2013  Student Writer
Happy Saturday to you! :3
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1Keepsake Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012
OH MY GLOB!! YAMI AS THE WHITE RABBIT!! too cute :3[link]
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OshiMoon Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2012  Student Writer
That is kinda cute, with the little glasses and everything. Now, YUUGI as the White Rabbit, that's really adorable.
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1Keepsake Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2012
haha^^ yup. by the way, i might not be at school today, im too sick..have a great day!
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OshiMoon Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2012  Student Writer
I hope you get better!
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1Keepsake Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2012
braains
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OshiMoon Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012  Student Writer
Nom nom nom
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