Pen-and-Parchment

Charlie was chasing after Bandit, as per usual. He had to admit though, Bandit was shaping up—the ferret was getting better and better at his obedience training. He stopped biting Charlie’s hands as much, at least. The running away part was still an issue, but Charlie was sure that it was just a weird dead ferret phase or something. “Bandit, come back he-!! OOF!....” Charlie turned the corner, only to barrel right into a familiar someone. They groaned and Charlie gasped quietly, blushing once he saw Isaac’s tired face. They hadn't really talked since that one time he actually got him to sleep. ...On his shoulder

Charlie was chasing after Bandit, as per usual. He had to admit though, Bandit was shaping up—the ferret was getting better and better at his obedience training. He stopped biting Charlie’s hands as much, at least. The running away part was still an issue, but Charlie was sure that it was just a weird dead ferret phase or something. “Bandit, come back he-!! OOF!....” Charlie turned the corner, only to barrel right into a familiar someone. They groaned and Charlie gasped quietly, blushing once he saw Isaac’s tired face. They hadn't really talked since that one time he actually got him to sleep. ...On his shoulder

It was a normal day in Mortem Academy. The halls were somewhat lively as students made their way to class. One particular student could be seen coming out of the female dormitory with a strange old camera and a school binder of sorts. She had light strawberry blonde hair that was almost orange that was tied in pigtails. Her bangs were tied to the back of her head. She opened up her binder and pulled out a photo and examined it. Shelby walked out of the art classroom, blushing from being complimented for her work. “I'm not THAT good…,” she thought, “When I was alive, I made better thi-....” She teared up at that

Charlie was chasing after Bandit, as per usual. He had to admit though, Bandit was shaping up—the ferret was getting better and better at his obedience training. He stopped biting Charlie’s hands as much, at least. The running away part was still an issue, but Charlie was sure that it was just a weird dead ferret phase or something. “Bandit, come back he-!! OOF!....” Charlie turned the corner, only to barrel right into a familiar someone. They groaned and Charlie gasped quietly, blushing once he saw Isaac’s tired face. They hadn't really talked since that one time he actually got him to sleep. ...On his shoulder

Charlotte awoke early the next morning to get to work. Business was great as she had her hands full for most of the day. In no time, she was down to her last customer. Charlotte had never seen him before. The man was young, perhaps around his early twenties, like she was. He was extremely pale, and his hair was dark black, which matched his black clothing. His hoodie’s hood was up, shielding his face from view with the exception of a gleam from his eyes. At first glance, Charlotte thought he was made from shadow itself. "Cresant, madame." He murmured. Charlotte liked the sound of his deep voice. It matched his mysterious and shadow-lik

"Many thanks, Mistah Hex!" The young boy grins as he presents the boy with a repaired model fighter plane. He ruffles the child's hair absentmindedly. "This time, keep it away from those dogs, alright? I do not have time to repair your aircraft every time it breaks, Colin." Colin nods and runs out of his shop to show a group of boys his handiwork. He sighs and runs his hands through his black hair. This war is not being very kind to him. Nor to the world. He takes out a leather-bound journal, his golden eyes taking in its familiar and reassuring appearance. Even if everything is going to hell, he takes solace in knowing that his journal will

Sayuri, Itachi, and Kasumi all sat close to the fireplace, all bundled up with blankets or sweaters or both (as in Itachi’s case). It was Christmas Break, and they had a mere three days until Christmas. Needless to say, they were all excited. Besides there being no homework assigned over break, the three of them each had their dream boyfriend - Sayuri had Kugo, Itachi just wouldn’t stop blabbing about her and Takeo, and even shy Kasumi had found Kyo to be her match. Itachi finally stopped to take a breath after solely ranting on how Takeo had held her hand the day before break as they walked to class. Kasumi shifted and pulled he