Naught and Nigh
"you met naught then." "sorry?" "naught. or, at least, that's what he likes to be called. had a little run-in with the little wisp of wit and mist, did you?" the black-haired boy sat on the counter and casually crossed his legs.
Naught Just For Sleep
He probably should have suspected that something was up from the first moment Chesnaught requested to sleep in the tent with him. Their usual arrangement had worked for a long time - him in the tent, the Pokémon sleeping out in the open. It wasn't a...
1989
However, the more naught noticed it, the more something felt wrong. getting him to walk around the outside and observe with his own violet eyes. "oh, naught! it's about time!"
Naughtly Little Secrets: Part 1
#1 of naughtly little secrets there was a faint remnance of the light in the room shown that sean was in. his vision was blurred and his stomach had twisted into a tight knot.
No One Dossier: R3
**ideology:**"reality sucks" **home reality:** naught - naught is a plane of nothingness, a universe of endless white.
The Tip Of The Iceberg
That even got naught to chuckle a bit. "i'll be one-hundred percent serious with you guys: honest. truth. it wasn't about her sexy bits-please stop laughing."
A Bet's a Bet
A young fox smiled to his friend, the duo deeply invested in the latest Call of Duty. Perhaps too invested based on the stream of profanity flying from both of their lips as they attempted to best the other. Jessie the youthful vulpine let his gentle...
A Trap I Laid
There's naught, but stink. naught but a fox. naught but a dog. what loss! what loss? and who to claim a loss today? is it you? it is not i. i praise the change, and beg it hither. i've been lonely for so long-- and my mind is a fox.
The Maelstrom
**the maelstrom** sinking into the dark depths, why can't i feel naught but warmth. clinging to the stark past, why can't ieal away the wounds. every trial to ascend, met with a heavier shackle.
All for one, One for All
He has naught but one thing, his own body, sanity long gone. what is sanity, he asks, what does it mean to be alive? he knows not the answer, nor does he expect to find it anytime soon. what is insanity, he counters, why do i have to be alive?
Completed Poems from Missives
With so keen and fond a blade, there's naught to fear in life or death. so slay, then slay! for now, i care not how, i need for naught but that which love allow.
Naughty or Nice: Chapter 9 (Platinum Patreon)
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