Venopi

You didn’t know who this person Sans kept talking about was, but something about the way he described them seemed vaguely familiar. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was… Something was familiar, and you were going to figure it out. He led you into a big tunnel, and the two of you soon found yourselves in a beautiful home unlike any you’d ever seen before. And standing near the front, waiting for you, was a tall monster that resembled a goat. You believed this was the ‘Toriel’ that Sans was talking about. She smiled at the two of you, beginning to speak. “Welcome to my home in the Ruins

Title: In his sleep Pairing: Akashi x Reader Warning: OOC Akashi Seijurou is the heir—no he is now the youngest and also the owner of all the Akashi properties and businesses. He is the ultimate and of course, absolute...one and only president of it all. He manages everything, from the smallest stall under his name, to the largest one his father owns...add to it the ones he started all by himself. And by the age of 26, he was known as the Emperor of the business world. It was said that he organizes underground dealings – this dirty dealings helped him rise up to the top  that even the president and owner of the Atobe Co

A/N: YUP. A FRICKIN ONE SIDED LOVE FANFIC ON CHRISTMAS. LOVE YOU GUYS. (C) SARAFINA - !Tiniest-Monny (https://www.deviantart.com/tiniest-monny) (C) ELISE, DESTRY, LI-WEI - :iconeleshou:   All of Starish and Quartet Night stared intently at the clock on the wall, and as it struck 12 o'clock midnight, out came a flurry of excitement and possibly accomplishment. Yet, you just stood, with your back against the wall. But it's not like you didn't want to join; you weren't exactly the greatest conversationalist, or the most pumped party-goer around the block. Reiji or Shou would cast the occasional cough-cough-why-are-you-just-standing-there-it's-mothertrucking-christmas-cough-WHEEZE

Part 3: The Woman in White “All units, all units; 11-99, expedite cover code 3, Beacon Mental Hospital.”    Tires squealing on the rain-washed road, the car rolls to a stop in front of the city’s home for the insane. Three car doors open and out steps two men and one woman.    Joseph comes up behind Sebastian and peers through the falling rain at the old building.    “What do you make of it?” he asks the older detective.    “Connelly, contact Dispatch and let them know what’s happening,” instructs Sebastian to the car driver before turning to his par