Demon Exorcist Reader Insert Ch.5: CapabilityDemon Exorcist Reader Insert Ch.5: Capability2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
It felt so nice to be going to all of your classes today. You definitely connected with everyone. You also met the other girl in your class. Her name is Izumo Kamaki. Her tsundere personality kind of made it hard to approach her. She has dark purple hair with twin tails that go down the sides of her back and dark purple oval shaped eyebrows. Her dark red eyes also made her look even scarier.
"Izumo, I know you probably know her, but this is '____________'!" You stood next to Shiemi as she introduced you to Izumo.
"It's very nice to meet you, '____________'." She spoke very casually and acted like she didn't really care.
"Hello, Izumo. Shiemi has told me some very good things about you!" You gave her a big smile.
"Really...?" She almost sounded shocked, but it was too hard to tell.
"Of course. I hear you are an excellent tamer. Shiemi told me she has seen you first hand and you are really something."
CapableCapableCapable4 years ago in Free Verse
Sometimes I think we are able,
Of doing more than we are capable.
She's Just as CapableShe killed him with a smile that burned.She's Just as Capable1 year ago in Free Verse
His neck was red with scorch marks,
though some people defined them as hickeys.
When he came back around the cool air bit at him,
it dissected him, poked at his naked skin.
He had trouble dispelling the drugs that cursed through his system.
She sat there, bra intact, though panties thrown
somewhere along the floor, or mixed in the sheets.
“It was fun” she smirked, though she looked displeased.
“Don't tell anyone,” she whispered with a smirk,
tracing her fiery fingers on his back,
leaving a trail of black soot.
The drugs wore off slowly,and he was coming back.
If she continued to touch him,
he could maybe twist her neck.
It was self defense, was it not?
But what would he say to the authorities?
Would he even be believed by the cops?
He ran out, faster then his legs could carry him,
she was his teacher, he was only sixteen.
He had to tell the cops, but would they even believe him?
His clothes were tattered and hardly
Hands Capable of HomicideSable hair spiraling into perfect curls. Double-helix.Hands Capable of Homicide5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Why do it? Tired of grime crusted beneath guilty fingernail, the dirt tattooing his palms. Apologetic. Part those greasy lips and spit that you love me. As I hacked laughter back at his phlegm-wad smirk, suddenly, it wasn't so funny.
Shots of rancid Gibley's, cheap vodka that comes right back up. An iron clock who stops to follow time. The unfed dog desperate with hunger, ribcage bulging through her mange fur.
It was you asking, I would've done anything. For shame, for shame.
No heroes among men.
The mind boiling with wax pigments; thoughts warped with melted Crayola memory. The twist of kaleidoscope recall, images bold and misplaced.
Poppy fields forever...Poppy fields forever...3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
The beauty of red
The promise of tomorrow
Hope crushed from abuse