Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 16The street was cool and quiet, the sea breeze falling gently through the rows of canvas tents and old, sea-worn wood that made up the night market. You breathed deep, wincing at the still-healing wounds in your thigh, but the pain wasn't enough to detract from the gentle magic of the shadowy stalls, the peaceful stillness, the cool air running over your skin.Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 162 days ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Softly glowing colored lanterns hung from stall openings, splashing the small street with patches of light. You pulled a square of dark cloth over the lower half of your face.
Distantly, you could hear the sounds of raucous celebration from the bars around the dockyard, all crammed full and bursting into the streets. At least part of your crew was enjoying the local distractions as well.
With a glance back at the dockside lights, you slipped further into the market, glancing into tents and inspecting glass cases full of glittering pendants and vials of dark liquid, old knives and jars of yellowed teeth. A scarf fluttered in the wi
Steampunk Pirates [AU]— T H E L E S S O N —Steampunk Pirates [AU]2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
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It was late in the night on the island known as Krellis, Xavier had somehow managed to get separated from the rest of the crew. He continued to wander through the dense forest of the island in hope of finding at least the shore. He seemed to be in luck today, for he began to hear the loud crashing of ocean waves. He quickened his pace, not caring about the thin branches and bushes that hit his face as he ran through, until he finally emerged from the forest and was on sandy grounds.
He stood there and panted, then took in a deep breath of the familiar sea air and exhaled. However, upon gazing at the vast waters, he noticed a ship in the distance, one that was not his captain's. Xavier tilted his head slightly but then squinted his eyes to try and make out the flag, which was a
Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time I opened my eyes, I saw my father. When I reached out for him, my joints squeaked and creaked and my arms jittered.
That was his first word to me.
He took off his glasses and left the room cleaning them. That left me alone, in the dark, listening to spiders clicking and clacking inside my head. They frightened me. I wanted my father.
When I tried to move my legs, I found that I had none. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I used my arms and my fingers to drag my body across the floor, until I met the door. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I broke the door and passed through.
I heard running steps above me. Then the steps ran down the stairs. My father appeared. He saw me and staggered back.
“Hmm,” I said. “Hmm. Hmm.”
My father approached me and I reached out for him. We both jittered.
He swung a wrench at me and all the spiders stopped.
Calling all Students!:iconproxyhigh:Calling all Students!3 days ago in Personal More Like This
So, I need your help.
I have an idea of making a new series (maybe turned into a comic) about Proxy High. Here are a few ideas.
1. One of the ideas is about yellow class being ruthless and decided to make a commitment to meet up in a basement (or something) and start sparing against each other. This will include all yellow class and 10 students from other classes.
Comment "Don't take the risk" to vote for this.
2. Another is about a mission that just has Diego and a few other students.
Comment "Deflated One" to vote for this.
I hope you can cast your votes!
Voting ends July 13!