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Liebesleid Chapter 4 (Ib fanfiction)"I remember how she laughed when I took to her to my favorite cafe, and we had macarons; they were so delicious, and we made a whole show about feeding each other." Guertena's eyes glimmered with a faint, wistful happiness as he remembered the surprised expression on her face when he popped the strawberry macaron into her mouth.
"Those were good days, weren't they?" Garry smiled at the pale-haired artist, who nodded and continued to mix away at a pleasing blend of coppery brown.
"...I only wished it lasted the rest of my life."
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The fake Garry was in an absolute rage. He had no idea where his Ib had disappeared to, and to make mat

Liebesleid Chapter 8 (Ib fanfiction)After picking up the water-stained pages of the last sonata outside of the mirrored room, Ib closed her eyes and leaned against a wall. She knew she didn't have much time left, but she was so tired and cold...her rose was still in her pocket. She hadn't looked at it ever since leaping out of Ivonne's painting, and she could tell that it was missing at least two petals. With a sigh, she rose, eyes shut, and took a deep breath as she faced the direction Ivonne's room was in, her fists clenched. Raising her head, Ib felt her determination and energy rushing back.
Hold on, Ivonne, Guertena...Garry...I'll be there soon.
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"...Guertena?

Liebesleid Chapter 6 (Ib fanfiction)Why are you in this room?! How did you get in here?

Get out. GET OUT!!!!!.

Ib...she burned her portrait with the lighter...it didn't hurt, really. She didn't have a concept of being hurt.

After all, she was only a fake. A faux little girl, pretty and happy with blonde, bubbly curls and wide blue eyes. The picture of innocence- but only a picture.

She didn't really know what any of these things meant though.

What was anger?

What was pain?

What was sadness?

She knew the words, but like a color-blind child, she was never capable of attaching any of them to the multicolored blend that raged like a thunderstorm in her head. After a while,

Liebesleid Chapter 5 (Ib fanfiction)It's so dark...so very dark. He knows for sure he's dead, but he can still hear the beating of his concrete heart against his steel ribs, taut skin stretched across metal framework.

She's not here. The darkness slides away as he blinks with non-existent eyelids and sucks in a breath with quicksand-filled lungs.

This world is empty. There is no Ivonne waiting for him with open arms and a warm smile. Nothing but blankness, miles and miles of empty, empty loneliness.

It's too much.

The realization that he is forever trapped in a cage of his own design- he can only watch numbly as he sinks to his iron knees, acidic tears burning holes into h

Liebesleid Chapter 7 (Ib fanfiction)"..I can't believe this..." Garry and Guertena stared at the easel as Ib rose, the second sonata in her hands. Guertena's eyes were wide and disbelieving. "She...I mean, I had high expectations for her, but...to peacefully subdue Mary...I didn't see that coming."
Garry remained silent, his eyes tracing Ib's features.

So much pain...it had taken all his strength to crawl away from that wretched blue woman, but his rose-
Dimly, he thought he sensed a presence. Gentle, small fingers pried the key away from his hand, and footsteps retreated. A few moments later, his vision cleared.
Standing in front of him was a little girl. Out of fear that

Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two

Promise- Ib/Garry fanfiction Ib shot up breathing hard and fast—almost to the point of hyperventilation. Her heart pounded in her chest and felt as if it was going to burst. Cold sweat dampened her face like morning due on grass, her hands clenched tightly, making my knuckles white—it almost looked as if the bone was ready to burst through the skin. Franticly, her widened eyes searched the unfamiliar room at such a speed her brain couldn't comprehend anything within the room. Her entire body shook violently fearing this unknown place. A dizzy sensation fell over her, she almost felt like she was going to vomit or pass out again.

"Morning Ib, how are you feel

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...Mary had won…

"Now that that's over with, we can play together forever!"

He's…sleeping?

But he's so cold.

Ib shivered and bit her bottom lip.

She stood right in front of the stem of the once beautiful rose. The bluest rose she had ever seen… the blue petals had lead her to this room… and the rest had been scattered all about the area. Mary had won… she had killed him.
She killed Garry.

Why do I keep telling myself he's sleeping…?
When the rose rots… you too, will rot.

So… Garry isn't sleeping.
He's dead.

Ib tried to hold back her tears as she slowly knelt down to pick up the empty stem. She

Ib - Memories Crannies - Chapter 1Chapter 1

Ib walked into her school, forced to squeeze her way through the corridors to her first class: art. It was time to see if the substitute teacher was any good. As she settled down into one of the chairs, she looked around and saw that there was no one. She sighed; that was a good start. She had arrived before the teacher himself.
"I am so sorry I'm late I-" A roughly twenty-year old man with fascinatingly purple hair and a maimed blue coat stopped as he took in the fact that there was only one girl here, "Ah. How are you Ib?" He said with a smile and said girl looked up immediately from her book. Garry frowned; who was Ib? How cou

Ib All Alone - Oneshot'One of us holds something special to you. Can you find it?'
Garry hastily read the paint scribble on the door—the locked door—and quickly whirled around seeing the many doll faces staring back at him. He didn't like dolls. Garry wasn't sure where this fear had emerged, but something about the blue-faced messy-haired rag dolls made him uneasy.
The fact that a very violent, unpleasant looking one was crawling through the painting didn't help, either.
Franticly, he dashed forward, noticing some of the dolls looked a little overstuffed.
'Something special,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe its inside the belly of this doll!'
Garry tos

[Ib Fanfiction] All But Not

"...I don't want to lie to you... But I... Don't want to tell the truth either...
"... If you need help... I'll come running...
Go on... Ahead..."

That's the beginning of my memory. He said it with a smiling face and let go of my hand.

He didn't realise that I understood what was happening. The blue petals on the ground weren't coincidence like he had hoped I would think. He gave me his lighter; the only protection he had and thought would be useful in a fake art gallery.
I knew that Mary was killing him, even if it wasn't on purpose, which it probably was.

"Go on... Ahead..." he kept repeating until I started walking away. I kept

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©2012-2013 ~Yumekaze117

I am a total Ibcon.
XD this fic is intended to explore a bit more on Guertena's part. I always found it irritating how someone so interesting didn't have much of a backstory, aside from the few theories that Garry is somehow connected to him.
Although I got Promise of Reunion on my first try, this is based off Forgotten Portrait.
Chapter 2: [link]

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If anyone knows the real artist please let me know.

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~ChaoticPuppetMaster Jan 29, 2013

Epic!!!!

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~Yumekaze117 Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks for reading~

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~ChaoticPuppetMaster Jan 30, 2013

No problem ^w^

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~TheFirstNanoTyranno Sep 4, 2012

This is awesome! Though I can't seem to find the picture....

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~Yumekaze117 Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I took it down after a while, because I merely used it as a placeholder. I don't think I'll be putting a cover pic up again anytime soon XD

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~TheFirstNanoTyranno Sep 5, 2012

xD Okay!

Also, I think I have seen you on FanFiction....

And you said that you could not write stories that have chapters in them! D: What is this? *Jabjab*

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~Yumekaze117 Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wut. When did I say that?
Although it's true that I rarely write multichapter stories. It takes me a lot of effort/inspiration to do that XD

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~TheFirstNanoTyranno Sep 5, 2012

I could have sworn you said something about not finishing chapter-stories.... xD

And if that's what it takes to get you writing Chapters then I will shower you with virtual inspiration~ *Showers with inspiration* 8D I don't think I'm making sense right now.... :d

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~Yumekaze117 Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

LOL DUN WORRY. I don't make sense most of the time -derpface-

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~TheFirstNanoTyranno Sep 6, 2012

*Derpface*

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