For the curious, FUTURE FANFICS by IzzyMarrie, journal
For the curious, FUTURE FANFICS
Let me clarify: These are summaries for fanfics that I hope to write in the future if the inspiration still exists. The fandoms include Naruto and Naruto (pilot-verse) , Happy Tree Friends (will be a multi-chapter fanfic with the characters featured as humans) , Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared (switching between the 3rd Person Limited followings of a teen thug and his group of rebel friends, and the two villains who threaten to destroy free-will, Paige and Tony - aka, Notepad and Clock), SCP Containment Breach (most likely a flashfiction, with a superstition theme . . . so basically, horror is achieved through tense moments through suggestion
Eons ago, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki descended to Earth, landing upon a continent that was plagued with endless war. Disgusted by what she saw, Kaguya decided that something had to be done. Thus, with her clan’s divine power, she quelled the wars and brought peace upon the land. Those who opposed her were crushed by many and sundry cataclysms; tempests, tsunamis, tornados, tremendous quakes…whatever it took to bend the mortals to her will.
Years later, Kaguya came upon the God Tree, also known as the Shinju. She could sense that it harbored great power, but the natives guarding it never took advantage of it due to their fear of what t
The Monster's Lament: Black vs. White by IzzyMarrie, literature
Literature
The Monster's Lament: Black vs. White
"The Monster's Lament: Black vs. White"
Written By: Sara Hervey (aka: IzzyMarrie)
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(Poem dedicated to Kishimoto's Naruto manga character Zetsu & Empire-Ant (https://www.deviantart.com/empire-ant) 's OC Rui. In this fan poem, both halves of Zetsu are dead. Rui is alive. NOTE: Italics = White Zetsu Bold= Black Zetsu Bold Italics= Both sides)
D r i p d r o p, t i p t a p,
patterns on the grass.
As the water flows,
it reflects just like glass.
T i c k t o c k, t i m e stops,
please reverse the clock.
As the light recedes,
our consciousness it mocks..
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