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One Beautiful Day by mysd7
One Beautiful Day
It's an older picture taken by one of my friends, I just got around to making it look prettier...
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This is beautiful. Sorry for my lack of, everything, I guess. I'm bad at things.
      War. A name for something that had no meaning; just an excuse to cause a mass of destruction. It was worthless, or so the losing side always thought.

      War is seen differently depending on which end of the stick you stand on. If you’re on the breaking end; it’s pointless. If you’re on the end thats perfectly fine, stable, then this war seems substantial.

The losing end does not want to give in. They don’t think the stick will break, or at least, they hope it won’t. But that is not the case, as the stick will eventually break. Comebacks don’t often work when you’re hanging on by the skin of your teeth.

Few soldiers were left. They didn’t want to hang on, as it seemed useless. And so they fall, into a position that would be deemed as giving up.

“But we won’t go out by their hands.”

Five men, whose minds were set on anything but. They were the ones falling, oh so calmly, into the cupped hands of those below.

One man, who held his gun tightly, began to speak,

“Then we will not go by their hands, we will go by our own.”

The second man, whose heart was left behind at his home, nodded in approval.

The third man, whose mind was frozen on his family, agreed.

The fourth man, whose eyes held memories, remained silent.

And the fifth man, whose life appeared as meaningless, smiled.

The first man began a count, his eyes glancing between each of the men.

“One.” A man, whose father died to the enemy.

“Two.” A man, whose wife was on her death-bed.

“Three.” A man, whose family was struggling to survive.

“Four.” A man, whose mother was blanketed beneath the Earth.

“Five.” A man, who had lost everything, yet could lose nothing more.

The men slipped past the cupped hands, as if a thick liquid, holding the color of crimson.

They fell, but would not land in the hands of the enemy, but in those who lost.
My Little Star-Lord by mysd7
My Little Star-Lord
*REGRETS EVERYTHING BECAUSE I FORGOT TO FINISH HELMET BUT IS TOO LAZY TO TAKE ANOTHER PICTURE*
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You didn’t want to believe it. You couldn’t believe it. Just hours before, everything was fine. Everything was fine…


“(y/n), please, just calm down! We’ll get out of here. We won’t, we can’t stay here. I’ll get us out of here,” Your beloved MIchael told you, determination lacing his words. His curled hair was tousled, messed up, and his eyes showed nothing but worry. You weren’t used to seeing him like this.

“Michael, we aren’t getting out of here! There’s no… no escape…” You said, your voice faint. No matter how down you got, how much you realized that you’ll never leave this stupid place, Michael stayed positive. He did this to try and help you, you realized, but you knew it was no use.

He didn’t reply. He just stared at you with a sad expression, before looking around the small, dark, and cold room, for anything he could use to leave.

This went on for a long time. A long time, as in days. Nearly a week had passed, with no food, no water, nothing. Just darkness, and an onslaught of cold, of pain, but most of all, insanity.

You noticed how Michael no longer tried to stay positive. He wouldn’t smile, he wouldn’t laugh, he would just stare. You both knew you wouldn’t last long at this rate.

It all changed at one point, when Michael was sitting. He was crying, you noticed. His sobs had woken you up from a nearly endless sleep. “M-Michael?” You whispered, moving sluggishly. You didn’t have the energy for this, but you needed to consult Michael.

As you reached out a hand, Michael swatted it away. “Don’t touch me! Don’t come near me! Please, (y/n)...” he whispered, not turning around to look at you. You didn’t want to make him mad, so you slunk back. “There’s only one way out, (y/n). And I’ve found it…”

You didn’t want to know. You didn’t need to know. “Michael, please, whatever it is, you’ve got to wait with it!” You exclaimed, pushing yourself back away from your love.

“But it’ll all be over then, (y/n). I can be free, and then you can…” He said, his sobs slowly coming to an end. You didn’t want to believe that he was saying things like this. You weren’t aware what kind of thing this room had done to him.

You didn’t answer. You just watched. Michael slowly stood up, finally turning around. He didn’t appear to have anything in his hands at that moment, causing you to sigh in relief. He made his way to you, shaking his head lightly. “I’m sorry if I scared you, (y/n), I don’t know what got into me…” He whispered, placing an arm around your shoulders.

You were relieved, to say the least, but you still didn’t trust that Michael was back to being sane. You continued to be silent, waiting for something to happen. Michael tried to kiss you, but failed immediately, ending up kissing your nose. He giggled, an odd sound coming from him, but you enjoyed it to the best of your ability. “Let’s just get some more rest…”

And so you agreed, leaning on him. He seemed to use your (h/l), (h/c) hair as a pillow, falling asleep minutes before you did.

It was when you woke up when you noticed something was wrong. Michael was no longer hugging you, he wasn’t in your vision. You look around with what energy you could muster, before your eyes noticed blood. Lots of blood. It seemed to paint the floor and parts of the wall, creating a not-so-lovely picture for you to enjoy.

“M-Michael!” You screeched, your (e/c) orbs finally landing on the body. It was surely him, his curled hair soaked in his own blood which pooled around him. You tried to rush to him, but you couldn’t do it very quickly. You didn’t have the energy. So you crawled, crawled through the blood, finally reaching out to pull his body towards yours.

You whispered his name again, pulling his body into your lap. A knife was jutting from his stomach. You wanted to throw up at the sight, as you noticed that he didn’t just stab himself once. You saw cuts all over his body, the main one being beneath where the knife currently was, which led to his innards poking out. You couldn’t take it. You threw up, narrowly missing Michael’s now dead body.

You pulled the knife free, hugging his form close. You tried to remember all of the good times, but your mind failed you. You couldn’t remember anything but all of those nights spent in this damned room, sleeping, sobbing, crying. You should've expected this to happen, and you weren’t sure why you doubted this.

“So this is what you meant, huh? You meant you were going to leave me, alone, to be here,” You whispered to him, your arms wrapping even tighter around his body.

“But just because you left me, doesn’t mean I”ll leave you, because that’s what friends do, right?”
Friends don't leave friends behind.
This is a Michael Jones X Reader, another person from Achievement Hunter. Tell me if this needs a mature content tag thing, and I'll put it right on.  

So sad. :iconcryforeverplz:
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Creepyschoolgirl Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2014  Student Filmographer
hi
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Hallo 
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it been awhle
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mysd7 Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2014
Yeah, it has. How have you been? 
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HeartlessDemonAsil Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2014
Hello if you like you can unwatch me , but it´s your own descion if you do that or not.
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SophiaofTerra Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy 8 day late birthday! Thank you so much for the watch! :D It means a lot to me.
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mysd7 Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014
Aw, thank you!
and you're welcome!
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Happy Birthday :D 
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mysd7 Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014
Thank you! (Sorry I was late on the Thank you, though. ;-; )
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ur welcome :3 
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