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Hi, I'm Sarah! I’m a dying archaeology student and biology graduate! I love learning new things everyday and meeting new people 😄 English isn’t my first language... but I still try to write stories and to translate some, too!
Marvel (Deadpool, Spiderman, etc.)
DC Comics (mostly Batman, Superman, YJL, Flash, Green Lantern)
Diamond no Ace
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Madara is usually good at controlling his stress. He wouldn’t be able to make major decisions nor manage the family company—which has an international reputation—if that wasn’t the case.
This evening was an exception, and who could blame him? He could feel the excitement even despite his fear for tomorrow. It was the day he would marry the man of his life, after all.
The days spent outside mastering the clan technique were some of the most exhilarating nights Izuna ever had, even if he suffered from training during the daytime.
There was that night Madara had been pointing at the constellations he had seen in a book, that Izuna really felt like there was no war—only peace and meditation, in the forest with the sky full of bright stars, and the sound of nature with a fluttering breeze touching them.
He had learned how to be one with the environment, but enjoying it was different.
It was very relaxing until he received a bucket of water in the face.