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April Fools Oneshots: Human! Bonnie X ReaderTemps: Ugh...I rushed this one...But at least Marionette got what he deserved for once!!
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Bonnie’s shriek terrified you, to say the least, having caught you off guard as you were working on cleaning some of the tables off.
For a moment, you were a little panicky. Was he okay? Had he been hurt? Not that it really mattered considering their supernatural regenerative abilities…But, you worried all the same.
“Bonnie?” you call, looking around.
You don’t get a response. With a sigh, you abandoned the Kool-Aid stained table and walked out of the room. Near the backstage area, you began to hear arguing.
“C’mon, Bon! Quit being such a wimp about it!”
“You know I hate getting dirty!”
“It’s just a little mess!”
“It’s raw sewage!!”
You raise an eyebrow, pausing outside the cracked door. You recognized the voices of Freddy and Bonnie, but…what was this aApril Fools Oneshots: Human! Bonnie X Reader21 hours ago in Short Stories

Michaelasometimes, you meet people who are storms
in bottles, who are ships cast away on rocky
coastlines, contained in a mason jar. sometimes
you meet volcanoes in human skin, earthquakes
with a laugh that sounds like skipping rocks
on summer colored lakes. sometimes, you meet
people who are whirlwinds wrapped up in muscle and bone,
who are more miracle than mistake.
i think about that a lot when i look at her.
to be fair, she is nothing more than me and you
but she has a hurricane brewing in her eyes
and dandelions growing through the cracks
in her sidewalks and i think that’s wondrous
enough.
i know our lungs are the same—on mondays
and thursdays, we both find it hard to keep
breathing and sometimes if i listen hard enough
i think i can hear the storms battering her shoreline,
but you could never tell with the way she smiles.
don’t tell her, but she smiles like the sun.
she smiles crooked, like baby teeth and morals
and the first time you try to hang up a sign.
god, she smMichaela11 hours ago in Free Verse

Wiersz PnRNatal, ciągle ludzi huga,

Sawi, kawał liścioluba,

Melissa, Twoim BFF,

Rzygacz, urwie wszystkim łeb,

Rasha, głodna cały czas,

A Es spali cały las.

Roza, fajną babcię ma,

Mint na nerwach wszystkim gra,

Juliett, jest Chodzącą Śmiercią,

Will, problemy ma z pamięcią,

Antosia, to Królowa Kości,

Marian Paździoch ciągle się złości.

Brady, kotkiem jest w koszuli,

Mil, się bardzo często tuli,

Lucas, kawał cekiniarza,

Lili, ciągle się obraża,

Retlof, miły reniferek,

Gwiazdka, słodka jak cukierek.Wiersz PnR18 hours ago in Free Verse

Pretend Goth to Pretty Pink Doll (Part 1)I was not goth.
Some of you might be familiar with the gothic subculture. An usually androgynous group who wears black, heavy make-up and tend to be dark and depressed a lot. Sure, that's a stereotype, but since even the goths disagree violently on what defines them, don't expect me to give the definitive answer. It's really almost impossible to define the line between 'goth' and 'not goth'.
I was not goth.
So what was I? I was a teenager at war with my step-mother. My military dad had remarried. After a few months together with a woman who was a stranger to me, he had shipped off leaving me in her care. And I don't think either of us liked each other. I preferred to be called Chris, but she always called me Christopher even though it bugged me. She was proud of her cooking, but I would rather starve than give her the satisfaction and I would just pick through my meals. She always wanted anything in 'her' house to be bright anPretend Goth to Pretty Pink Doll (Part 1)11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

SeparatedI can see you
Right in front of me
Calling out to me
Just the same way
I call out to you
So I take a step forward
Towards your image
But I can't reach you
There's an invisible wall
Keeping us apart
Isolated
So we stay here
Just enjoying each other's presence
The best we can
Together
But still so far apartSeparated15 hours ago in Free Verse

No One Mourns The WickedIt seems no one would miss me
When I fell from the angel's grasp
Righteousness dwindled to nothing
As my fingertips laid upon the devil's hand
And my heart plunged to hell-fire
I walked among the heinous souls
Corrupted and fallen from grace
The marks of the angel's lips
Faded from my bruised skin
Feathered wings crumbled as I fell
My shadows cowered at my dastardly breath
The virtuous never purged the evil
They only let the blood-red flames turn us to ashes
Because no one loved the twisted
Tears were not shed for the impure
The laments were only for the honorable
Because no one mourns the wickedNo One Mourns The Wicked10 hours ago in Free Verse

tablature (#16)u.
sharpest note
on sheet music,
eyeing half-steps
with displeasure,
you ring the toll
with vibrating thunder,
storm iris
and electric ticks.
you said i quit:
those words weaved
into the slits
of my digits
and i quivered,
wavered
because i fear you
because i adore you
because i love you.
i wanted to blanket
every lie i ever told
myself and stitch
the quilt around my neck;
knitted lace
ties together
the part i want to be;
and the part that i am.
living to die
and floating
in purgatory;
your touch
the eve of heaven;
the wait,
corrupted monsters
roaming the monasteries,
the hellhole of my
flawed continuation.

i.
feudalism of the mind,
again(st) an uncharted heart;
personal saga two.
but this is the second part
of the third time.
articulation is a siren,
unable to pull the trigger for,
fearing she'll do it willingly,
however
you are still
the light bulb
in my skull.
turn me on
and keep it pulled
until the buzz
fizzles into
summer attics.
some are addicts
and lamentablature (#16)20 hours ago in Free Verse

To Be a Tree (A Fox Serum Story)by grapehyacinth
After accidentally ingesting transformation serum and becoming a puppy, then having a harrowing experience as a lion, Tonya Grant had decided her next encounter with Fox Serum would be a safe, calming one. She'd wanted to be a houseplant for a week, but Lisa, her mother, encouraged her to try the tree-for-a-day serum. In case she didn't enjoy it, she wouldn't be forced to remain in a flowerpot for a week, and the tree serum was also twenty-percent off for the next few days.
So there Tonya stood, auburn hair blazing in the Friday morning sun. Her mother was filling up a watering can with the hose, while her father dug a hole right in the middle of his prized lawn.
“Hurry up before the neighbors see,” uttered Lisa, walking over and plunking the watering can down by the hole.
Tonya's younger brother Charlie came running from the house. “Yeah, we don't want crazy Mrs. Markle freaking out as you turn into a tree-monster.”
“Dad, get him out of hTo Be a Tree (A Fox Serum Story)10 hours ago in Short Stories

Death Sounds Nice To MeDeath sounds nice to me
I'm no longer the happy girl I used to be
All I ever do is sit and cry endlessly
Look at what life has done to me
I always try to think positive
But nothing good ever comes out of it
What happened to the little girl who was everyone's favorite
The one who laughed, smiled and liked to be excited
Over the past few years I've come to see
My face isn't as happy as it used to be
I just wish I could break free
Death really sounds nice to me
Curl up in my bed and sleep every day
I never used to be this way
People constantly beg me to stay
But I know I'll run away from life one day
When I'm gone there'll be no more pain
When I'm done there'll be much more gain
Because now I'll be happy
Death sounds nice to meDeath Sounds Nice To Me12 hours ago in Free Verse

Still Beautiful [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader]

The time had come, the day Levi had been dreading since the day you first announced your pregnancy with your first son. Every fiber of his being hoped and prayed that the war against the giants would finally conclude, but that was far too high a wish to be granted.
His oldest son, Leon, inheriting his father’s promise and skill, first signed up for training at age twelve. Now, he was on his way to high ranks and joining the Scouts. Not Levi’s first choice, but he felt pride in the hard work of his son all the same.
Now, his only daughter Faith decided to join the ranks with her brother, mother and father. She applied herself to her training, and holding true to the Ackerman title, she excelled her classmates in her skill and diligence. Levi watched on the sidelines, attempting to swallow his fear. The war you and he fought for all these year was slowly but surely becoming your children’s. Just the thought of his babies, the little bundles of joy he cared, held, fed alStill Beautiful [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader]13 hours ago in Drama

The Bread Ghost

    “That’s the last of the boxes, Miss.”
    “Thanks guys!”
    Diana watched the movers drive away in their truck, then she dragged the heavy oak door to her new house closed. Well, hers and her sister’s new house. New for them that is, not in general, because it was a very old house.
    This was a dream they had shared since they were very little, to own their own houses, and they were ecstatic when they signed the papers for this one. The only downside was that they had had to buy one together. But they were good friends, and one day they’d be able to resell and both get their own separate homes, probably right next door to each other.
    Diana trod upstairs and flopped onto the faded sofa next to Robin.
    “I think my muscles have gone on strike.”
    Robin heaved a sigh. “I could The Bread Ghost7 hours ago in Short Stories

(al)lure and consumesomething tells me you are out there
past the disintegrating line (somewhere beyond, maybe
you will flutterswoon and fill my pockets
with the trappings of being whole)
but the line is where I stop- where I crumble
into smaller pieces and burn up like the rest of a matchstick
and that is all you'll see: futures
so linear, on fire(al)lure and consume1 day ago in Free Verse

carpet stainsMy history teacher
flicks through slides
of dead Jews
stacked like
corkboard,
their xylophone ribcages,
trench stomachs, and
mouth hanging open
like drawbridges.
I feel pinholes poked
into my chest;
my soul pours
out and out and out.
I look towards the others,
and their moon faces
reflect my own
like thirty mirrors
staring back at me:
emptying and sorrowful.
Our thoughts are the same:
these bodies are people,
and people killed them,
and other people let them
kill and be killed.
People and people and people.
The bell rings,
and we shuffle papers
and click pens.
It is done,
but our souls
have stained
the carpet.carpet stains10 hours ago in Free Verse

kitsch heartas all deleted things come back from the dead
in the spirit of communal hunger
and commiserated hollowness
we caress their hips and marvel
at the smoothness of bone
we are softly reminded that we are alive
against pallor of things
that never existed
and that we were never in the lethe
for more than a few seconds at most
something to grasp hold of:
we are real one at a time
molecules shifting in and out so quickly
that we see each other in moments
we were never there.
i believe in this sabbatical or
how these fields are an ocean
how this bed is an ocean
how your skin is an ocean
how, when it comes down to it
everything is an ocean
including my body
i would clip my body to the pinboard
to the crucifix around your neck
i would delete myself
and be hungry and hollow
i would dip myself into the lethe inch
by gentle inch
there's a conditional waiting
that i don't want to tell you
so i'm just going to lie here and say
it's unreality, it's a tuesday, you still love me, i am happy.kitsch heart18 hours ago in Free Verse

A Girl Who Wore Scarsalmost everyone was scared of her outside
a pale body engraved with a network of scars
one person who didn’t fear her was a special boy
who was like a perfect mirror image of her scars
unhurriedly he revealed his hurt to her
he danced with pain hiding deep under the scars
as he whispered his secret wounds, hers resurfaced,
longingly reaching out for the boy’s unwanted scars
with the boy’s gentle comfort she didn’t suffer alone
soon she began to give a new light to her scars
even when pain crawled and slithered up her skin
she wasn’t ever afraid of what was deep under the scarsA Girl Who Wore Scars17 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern

Freddy x Bonnie chapter 3

Chapter 3
time to wake up
last time: Freddy and Bonnie finally showed their feelings to each other and had their first kiss. but the romance stop and everything's seems back to normal. in the meanwhile: Mike is now in company with two killer robots in his office. Chica and Foxy have made a promise and wont attack Mike. back with Freddy and Bonnie are they having fun, until some strange sounds suddenly came, that Freddy and Bonnie could hear. they decide to check it out and comes to a room they never been in. "Safe room". Freddy open the door and they gasped as they saw the golden Bonnie laying on the floor.
“It looks exactly like you Bonnie!” said Freddy while studying the golden animatronic. Bonnie perked his ears.
“Could he have made all that sound?” Bonnie asked. Freddy shakes his head.
“No. His not even activated. Looks like he is broken” Freddy whispered. Bonnie nodded slowly.
“What about Mike?” Bonnie suddenly asked. Freddy fFreddy x Bonnie chapter 319 hours ago in Drama

Request! Americaxreader Oneshot

"Dudes! Listen up. I have an important announcement to make!" shouted Alfred taking over the meeting making you role your eyes in agitation.
"oh please~" scoffed Arthur making you sniger.
"You said it. High five!" you both high fived and laugh to yourselves
"What's so funny over their?" asked Alfred putting his hands on the table leaning down opposite you.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all." answered Arthur with a crackle in his tone.
"Are you sure?"
"Certain." you choked.
"Good." he said and patted you on the head.
"Don't! touch me..." you said with big, wide eyes.
"Why Babe! Your adorable!" he cried and starting ruffling your hair.
"Stop touching her Alfred!" yelled Arthur
"Aw Dude! Your no fun! Why?!" winged Alfred.
"Because she's my best friend!" argued Arthur.
"So! She likes me messing with her hair!" moaned Alfred.
"No! i don't..." you said.
"Alfred! Can ve please finish this meeting..." grumbled Ludwig grabbing the bridge of his nose
"...Fine!" said Alfred with vemon. Glaring at you mRequest! Americaxreader Oneshot11 hours ago in General Fiction

The Tail of Two Dragons. He held onto the her neck tightly as the dragon flew with a smile that just didn’t seem to want to fade away. "Remind me again why we are flying to the middle of no where?" Asked the canine companion to the large blue dragon. She wore a pair of large glasses that sat gently on the bridge of her snout, her large book bag hung from her side snugged tightly to her but left plenty of room for her large velvet like wings.
"I've never been this far west before Robbie who knows what will find maybe a new flower or species all together maybe even more of your kind or more dragons." She said excitedly, "That and it keeps you away from that Lola dragon," She muttered the last part to herself, making sure her Mobian companion didn't hear.
Rob looked at her with his curious cute eyes then shrugged, "Remember the last time we went on an 'adventure' like this you insisted for hours that you found a new type of ficus turned out you were just out of books to read?" He teaThe Tail of Two Dragons.16 hours ago in Short Stories

those inertiasi. hydrogen
oh look,
the skies are
not quite
designed
and this circuit nature
cannot be
denied
we have tried
and we have tried
and we are
trying
and tying
our past
into present
sense
ii. adam
never touching,
everything we see
is some distance
separated
lately this fact
escapes us,
we are aligning
there's no losing
the apple
iii. tetra
oh this holding
incantation
hangs in the void
like sanctions
buried in
shin splints,
vying for
instants
progress is
the burden of
responsible act
iv. burrow
oh it's owed to
opal and fusion,
hope and delusion,
coping and choosing
to not be broken
or losing
oh it's slow
and it's bruising
but we know
it's truththose inertias13 hours ago in Free Verse

Too MuchToo many lies.
Too much pain
And suffering.
Too much depression.
Too much judgement
And cruelty.
Too many tears.
Too many cuts
And broken hearts.
Too much time.
Too much blood
And death.
I can't take it.Too Much14 hours ago in Free Verse

Coffee-Man's Lie!Coffee-Man, Coffee-Man
what have you got?
Its early, I'm late
and I need a stiff shot!
Coffee-Man, Coffee-Man
look in your bag!
My mind is all foggy,
my baggy eyes sag
Hello droopy friend,
you're just in time!
I have a something new
that your psyche can chew!
A hyped-up health potion,
an energy brew!
It will make your brain dance!
You will wake from the trance
and your drab tongue will prance
like a fine steed from France!
With my slow weary nod
he jumped straight to his task.
Some strange murky liquid
poured into a flask,
a squirt of some-something
of what I can't ask.
Some ice, yes ice!
and a deafening sound,
then top it all off
with a huge
whipped-cream mound.
His creation in hand
I stared and I studied.
Something was wrong;
the water was muddied!
I suddenly knew of
the barista's lies,
his clever new brew
was a SHAKE IN DISGUISE!Coffee-Man's Lie!1 day ago in Free Verse

Nukid101's Sword Art Online Season 1 Review

Part of my growth as an anime critic is acknowledging just how…awful this medium can be; and in its own special way. I am of course referring to the ungodly number of moe, fanservice filled harem anime and anime of similar manner that are released every year now with no end in sight. Y’know, the dozens of anime with no originality and over sexualised teenage girls (and some times boys too). It’s definitely a cultural dissonance but that doesn’t stop me from being disgusted by it all, especially now as an adult.
Several years ago I would’ve blissfully ignored it and countered with shallow arguments like ‘well other mediums have shit too!’ I know now of course how stupid that response is and now that…well, shame for the medium I try to love ever day in my life. In fact there’s a reason I’m only now returning to anime reviewing; I’d really grown more and more distant from the medium and honestly more ashamed oNukid101's Sword Art Online Season 1 Review14 hours ago in Reviews & Guides

to be continued?caffeine crashes
into the tide
of my exhaustion
and so turns it
while steadily
steam swells
from the bitter dusk
my palms encircle,
while my thumbs rest
idly on the rim.
my mind
wide-eyed and
percolating
with hypotheticals
to go
with every face
that occupies the booths
over the hours,
and
with everyone
I have been
over the years,
but there are things
even a mathematical mind
cannot quantify,
only recollect.
contemplation draws
my gaze inward
while the mug
in my hands
grows cold
gradually,
and I find myself
an inch or two closer
than yesterday
as I set it down
on the edge of
a few crumpled bills
and join
the collective
in scraping soles
against the bricks
that lead anywhere,
if that's where
you're looking to go.to be continued?14 hours ago in Free Verse

Nice Catch~ Trafalgar Law x Reader *One Shot*
"Happy birthday ___!" Luffy cheers. The whole crew was celebrating you're birthday. Luffy was gifting you sticks of meat. Zoro was surrounding you with sake bottles. Nami ga've you an early allowance. Usopp gave you some odd little invention of his. Franky put on one of his cute little dance shows for you. Brook played your favorite type of music. Chopper shared his cotton candy with you. And Robin, she was obviously planning something. Yeah the ship was pretty lively, well, except for Caesar and a certain warlord who watched from the sidelines.
"Here, have more sake." Zoro tells you.
"I-it's fine Zoro, besides Sanji will get mad at you," You tell him sheepishly.
"Like I care about that Ero-cook," He snorts. You giggle and look around at the ones had surrounded you with.
"You got me thereNice Catch~ Trafalgar Law x Reader *One Shot*20 hours ago in Romance

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