RecipeYou said you like your girlsRecipe21 hours ago in Free Verse
a little psychotic
with a dash of instability,
so I showed you my recipe
with shaky, bloody hands.
Clothes were discarded
and you broke my rib cage open
and shoved a needle full of cyanide
i n m y l u n g s.
(Your insanity was my life support
and I lived off of your insidious words.)
And just as I made friends
with the Grim Reaper,
you abandoned me
and said I was too fucked up for you.
How ironic is it
that my creator
was terrified of me?
He said he liked his girls
a little morbid
with a dash of insanity
so I cut my chest open
and showed him my p o i s o n - f i l l e d l u n g s.
He grabbed my barely-beating heart,
caressed my sunken cheeks
and said, "This is all I care about."
Good Morning - Mikaela Hyakuya x ReaderGood Morning - Mikaela Hyakuya x Reader8 hours ago in Short Stories
When morning rolled on around blue eyes slowly opened, yawning awake the blonde smiled when he saw his girl sleeping beside him, her (H/C) was a bit messy from her slumber and her (E/C) eyes were closed as she was in deep sleep.
As he propped himself on his elbow and smiled down at the girl, his fingers ran through her long hair and also moved some of it away from her face, he liked waking up in the morning just to see her at his side. Chuckling he knew that she'd have to wake up soon at some point.
So with the usual way he always had done he leaned down towards her and kissed her face with light pecks, on her cheek, nose, forehead, chin, eye lids and then finally her lips.
"Time to wake up (Y/N) dear." He whispered in her ear.
Pulling away he noticed her shift slightly as her eyes slowly open, smiling at him she slowly reached out cupping his cheek in her hand.
"Good morning Mika." She whispered still a bit tired.
"Good morning love." He replied.
Everyday that was how Mika woke you up
7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator10 hours ago in Reviews & Guides
7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator
Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0
Chapter 5 “Characters” – Section 5 “Narrators”
“Now if there's one thing you can be sure of, it's that nothing is more powerful than a young boy's wish. Except an Apache helicopter. An Apache helicopter has machine guns AND missiles. It is an unbelievably impressive complement of weaponry, an absolute death machine.”
-The Narrator of the 2012 film, “Ted”
When writing a novel, a short story, or even a poem, readers
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.Disappearing Piece By Piece16 hours ago in Free Verse
Memories in scars.
Tears that fall unheeded,
and wishes from afar.
Disappear, oh Disappear.
Voices in my head,
I cannot entertain you.
I cannot end up dead.
You know that I won't stay forever,
so you up the Pain.
I still don't understand you,
though I know what you seek to gain.
You cannot have my body,
it's under my control...
and though you whittle away the pieces,
and I'm no longer whole...
I'm stronger than you think me,
stronger than I know.
Damn you Shadows!
I do not want to go!
I want to stay,
I want to see!
Please, oh please...
Hello...my old friend.Hello mattress my old friend,Hello...my old friend.1 day ago in Songs & Lyrics
I've come to sleep on you again.
Downsized Files: Shipping Error, Part One“So, you’re more comfortable with things?”Downsized Files: Shipping Error, Part One1 day ago in Settings
I cough and try to nod. It’s been a week since I started here at A2Z shipping, under Kylie Whiptail’s employ. It’s gotten easier, and less takes me by surprise during the job.
I just wish she hadn’t asked me that while I was wiping her bottom.
Granted, conversation does make the daily diaper changes a little less awkward. “Yes, ma’am. You’ve got a good staff here, and everyone’s really eager to get this project thing done.” I take care to keep my boss’ legs up with one hand as I wipe her clean from thigh to the base of her fuzzy little red tail.
“Good, good. I know I’m asking a lot of you, and might I say you’ve gotten used to it remarkably quickly. Most of my other assistants balked at the ...extra tasks.”
I look up from my rather intimate chore to meet my boss’ eye. She seem
Nocturnal (Original Song)(Nocturnal, Nocturna-al) x3Nocturnal (Original Song)22 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics
So sick of you
And everything you do
(Burn it to the ground again)
These halls go on
With the blood stains on the lawn
(Everybody's gone again!)
Nocturnal, Nocturna-al x3
Hiding in the shadows
Breathing in the dark
Hunting in the moonlight
Stalking 'round the park
Try and stay quiet
Yes, try and be quiet
And nobody screams
We're done with you
You know we can't approve
(The dreams you ripped apart again)
We saw you through
There's nothing left to prove
(We're going to restart again!)
We lash back!
Hold you down now!
Go on the attack!
But fee so hollow!
Because we're nocturnal
Just like you!
Roleplay Request || 02.04.16▍INTRODUCTIONRoleplay Request || 02.04.161 day ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses
Good morning or evening reader. Like you I am searching for a long-term partner to write with. At this time I only have one and wouldn't mind at least two to three more. I should probably say a bit about myself, I am twenty-four years old and have been writing for about 08+ years. I was a member of Quizilla much like a lot of you (who I recognised) and like to lurk on Tumblr and rp.me from time to time. Anyway, please do look through my provided selections, if you see something that catches my eye please do contact me through the services located below. Thank you.
▍NOTE: If we were talking or started our story and you haven't heard from me in awhile please do send me a message or if you have sent me something then resend again because I do believe my email may have a glitch.
Don't assume that I am ignoring you or that I've decide to ditch you. I know I owe a few of you and I'm working on ever
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl thatJust A Girl8 hours ago in Free Verse
pours her secrets into the night
in the form of melodies and
the fire that burns so bright.
She's just a naive girl that
writes random heartbreaking art and
tries to keep her heart from
She's just a girl that
tries so hard to survive in the world
filled with two-faced people and
endless inner wars that keep on burning..
Defiance - Chapter 5Defiance - Chapter 520 hours ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses
Duke watched in pure shock as the thin collie without warning, while Sissy was still inside the pit, lunged at the co-leader, having the upper advantage by surprising her. Fly had grabbed her throat, just barely managing to swing her across the pit, the right side of Sissy’s body dragging against the wood, leaving her dazed for a second. All of the dogs began to hype themselves up, barking and howling to express their excitement. Bone and Duke were the only silent ones.
Sissy had quickly recovered, extremely enraged. Jake huddled up against the walls of the pit as Sissy flashed her teeth in a snarl, full on sprinting to heavily ram into Fly’s shoulder. Fly was hit with the impact and appeared to weigh as much as a cat as she lost her balance, landing painfully onto the ground.
Duke felt himself fill with rage. He tensed his muscles before leaping into the air, set to fight Sissy. He yelled in surprise and desperation as he felt a force fling him b
Sebastian x Baby Reader: Valentine RendezvousSebastian x Baby Reader: Valentine Rendezvous1 day ago in General Fiction
Sebastian x Baby Reader: Valentine Rendezvous
It was almost midnight and Sebastian Michaelis, the demon Butler of Ciel Phantomhive, sat in quietude within his private chambers. In the darkly furnished room, that he was able to call his own, the demon no longer stood on ceremony- having long since been left to his own devices for the evening. His usual dress coat and shoes had been shucked and all that remained of his uniform was the shirt and pristine sleek black pants.
It was a fact that demon’s rarely needed physical rest, so Sebastian had made no move to sleep, and had opted for his normal silent contemplation. Each night, after his Master and Mistress had retired, the butler would sit at his window, gazing out onto the bleak London nights and think upon his past and present. . . until he heard it.
It would start as an almost imperceptible whimper; only sought out by his ears alone. Then as the minutes would c
EnslavedInside the swirling whirlpool of desperation grows,Enslaved21 hours ago in Free Verse
Covering my entrails with streaks of hopelessness,
The unrest escalating outside is inconceivable,
Lost, my emotions churn,
I can see unknown realities transcend belief,
Populating this disturbing world that has me enslaved,
A heart full of wisdom,
A mind full of questions,
Unfulfilled deeds yet to be done…
… And acts of depravity left in my wake,
Desolation fuels my sorrow,
Will, I be strong enough to prevail?
Or, will these rancid downpours drown my light?
The veracities of despair ripen,
An abhorrent horde grows, infesting the fortress…
… And melancholy engulfs my world.
Guide to the Deviant UniverseClassification of beingsGuide to the Deviant Universe1 day ago in Profiles
What is considered by the collective government bodies of Earth to be the baseline of power in the general populace. Able to survive mundane life, and on rare occasion grievous harm.
Beings that display (or had displayed) obvious power above the feats and understanding of the baseline Mortals. Some can only survive what a mortal can, while those on the higher end of the spectrum can survive mass destruction.
Beings with a level of quantifiable power that suggests the bending or breaking of natural laws. Capable of surviving celestial destruction.
Examples: Violin, Corvus, Angelcrusher 3000
Beings that can readily be seen as “god-like” in terms of power, so much so they are capable of surviving universal destruction.
Beings of unquantifiable power, even to those ranking higher than Deviant.
Examples: The Storyteller, Zazzles
The Timeline Map
Approx 14 billion
Soldier BoyEyes of a killer,Soldier Boy11 hours ago in Free Verse
body of a child;
finger on the
trigger ready to
start the bloodbath
come Hell's hailstone
or Heaven's hatred.
(there is no God here.)
Jagged wired cutting
palms, cutting human
through him. Shuddering
trembles wrack the earth,
dirt staining his uniform
that is nothing like the
back home used to
parade around him. He
war was only
It's still a game,
but now he's just
a piece to be lost
instead of a player.
There is no pride
here, no King and
(for many there is
no tomorrow either.)
He raises his gun,
pulls the trigger and
somewhere in front of
him a body of another
boy falls into the dust.
(and still men march to war
for no reason at all)
Pinkie Pie and CFO - Giggle At The GhostieHere is a link to the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-hbbekJBG8&feature=youtu.bePinkie Pie and CFO - Giggle At The Ghostie19 hours ago in Reviews & Guides
Adventure awaits- Beginning DepartureOpening my eyes were a pain trying to pry them open was nearly impossible. Every time I breathed felt like a million little flames burning my lungs, every movement felt like a broken bone in, everywhere.Adventure awaits- Beginning Departure15 hours ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses
"H-help m-me." I rasped, my throat was too dry to speak more.
After that I closed my eyes as I heard the panic rise up and yelling.
As darkness filled my eyes
"MINDY GET HER SOME DRY LEAVES!"
"JET TAKE HER TO THAT STUMP!"
"IM GOING TO GET SOME MOSS AND WATER! NOW GO!!!"
After that I ran, I ran to the spot I usually go to when I need to think, the place is loaded with moss. After I gathered a mouthful of moss I ran back, fast, as fast as my legs could take me.
I followed Shadow's orders and gathered some dry leaves and piled them on the stump Shadow pointed at. After that was done I heard a splash coming from Jet's direction. That idiot fell in the water again. I just stood and watched as Oreo helped him up and dragged Cathy to the stump with
II The Spirit World Dreamscape is the dimension where dreamers travel to when they sleep. The spiritual world is the home various spiritual beings; ghosts, angels, nature spirits and demons. Despite the difference between the two dimensions, Dreamscape can be affected by those of the spirit world. Both worlds are, in essence, connected. there are times when dreamers link with those of the spirit world; from receiving a visit by a loved one or an adventure with a wood nymph. Either way, only spirited dreamers can properly connect with the spirit world on their own.II The Spirit World3 hours ago in Philosophical
When linking with spiritual beings, it is important for dreamers to know what type of being they are connecting with. There can be a lower cause of alarm when dreamers connect with the dead. Usually, the deceased can visit their loved ones through dreams. A dreamer mourning for their grandfather's death may see him in a dream. As deceased spirits travel through dreams, they are showing their concern for the living. Som
Chocolate Rabbits (MaleFaunusReaderXYandereCoco)Chocolate Rabbits (MaleFaunusReaderXYandereCoco)22 hours ago in Horror
I fucking hate Biology. I think I'm into Homestuck now?
Beacon…. The place where your sister Velvet was currently going to school. You were really proud of your bigger sister but you weren’t really into the fighting Gimm thing so you decided to go to regular school and follow your dreams of becoming a (Fav. Career). You were visiting Velvet since you haven’t seen her in a few months.
You: ‘The campus is bigger than I thought.’
You were walking around trying to find the dorms and you saw a group of guys that you approached to see if they could help you.
You: “Hey do you know where-?”
???: “Ewww! Who let more of these animals in?”
You felt a bit offended but you couldn’t walk away now.
???: “I’m Cardin…. I hate Faunus.”
You: “Well I’m just looking for-.”
Russel: “Animals like you shouldn’t even exist.”
Cardin: “You should all die in a ho
OceanA mix of thunder and dreams inspires me to cheat death, to stop being frightened.Ocean10 hours ago in Free Verse
I will avoid the cigarette, stay away from the spray paint can.
The Atlantic Ocean stares in approval.
But the people who come out of that Ocean view me as strange, disconnected.
I refuse to please them.
Though they are beautiful, so is the Ocean.
I will become closer to my happiness.
And that cannot happen if I dedicate my life to the inconsiderate ones.
For the Ocean alone can determine my happiness.
And we both believe I have it.
Androids: Paltecs in Peril (Main 7)NGQ-515 :iconng-nintyrobo:Androids: Paltecs in Peril (Main 7)1 day ago in Sci-Fi
NEO-721 :iconthe-neon-shadow: (Me)
Prepare for Androids: Paltecs in Peril