Ix Stories

(Might change the title later :)) ☆~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~☆ Zidane Tribal never really remembered his childhood. The only thing he remembers is: a blue light. He's found as a toddler by a band of thieves, the Tantalus Theatre Troupe, and it's leader, Baku, then took him under his wing. He's unique from everyone else, but nobody, not even him knows why. His distinctive feature is his bright yellow tail. Years later, in an attempt to kidnap Princess Garnet, they find that she was planning on running away herself, so she eagerly agrees with the kidnapping. What they don't know, is that this leads to a spiral of pain, happiness, taking a piss together(HAHAHA), and of course, finding out who you really are. 'Yellow Lilies' makes character's backgrounds come to life, makes relationships stronger, and milks everything from the game and creates it into something new. (It's literally 1 am HELP) (Mostly Zidane's backstory, but some others are here too) {Fanfic rated TEEN & UP, TWs will be at the beginning of chapters} Hope you enjoy ^^ <3

a haiku written as a 'rest in peace' poem for the one who did not survive the end. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written for the RIP contest held by the starwarsfans Wattpad contest

Nix isn't used to getting positive feedback, at all, ever. On freelance missions, though, you should always expect the unexpected. Has anyone else written Atlas Reactor fanfiction on this site? No? Cool. Fun fact: I wrote this intending for it to be nice, but completely platonic. It can still be interpreted that way, but, bottom line, it came out way more ship-y than I thought it would, and now I ship Idd and Nix. I had barely entertained the idea before. My own story changed my mind (which probably shows how on the fence was about this ship), and I hope it changes yours, because the chemistry is real. Warning: Swearing.

Power, Corruption & Lies: "Post hoc, ergo propter hoc". The priori; with the bad moon rising at the horizon, beyond the heavy and mysterious sea of Mist, no blood is thicker than the ink belonging to a collection of stories, tails, vignettes, thoughts, reckonings, short poems of a world who revolves around the tip of the spear, gray alike the clouds that lightened and obscured of their own history. Laughing Stock: "If faith is what driven us together in search of ourselves, then we must try to do it on a leap". The posteriori; from the idyll to the youth to the decay of substance, life goes on and on in this real life fantasy, alike the path taken by the Crescent and her ancestors, who once shared of same blood ingrained on that red coat. While her youth dreams are kept alive, only the fear, the failure and the spea can block the way to achieve a purpose in a life under the rain. Thanks: Myushu for Practice Medicine and Prince of Thieves, Meriko for Duty and Honor, Ayrith for Sum Of Memories, Guardian1 for Thirteen Ways To Say Goodbye, and JotaTe for The Last Cherry Blossom, among many other authors and their stories who had influenced me over the time.

September: Serene calmly in peaceful love

I got this from a inspiration and I would like to tell you if you suffer from depression please don't read🖤🖤🖤

So I was filling down, and I wrote this. I actually liked it so here it is, sorry for the bad grammar.