PerfectionTake out the little eraser,Perfection7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And put it lightly to your skin.
There will be no more jagged edges
And it goes over scars nicely.
Removing the fat that doesn't exist
On your already lovely stomach.
Now, swallow tape that will mix into
your insides and the jig jaw will come together.
We can hope some of the tape will land on your shattered heart.
It can't drum out its beat happily without a stapler to the brain.
There is always something needed to hold it all together and cover the holes.
There , now full of the perfection you wanted.
The Concept of Pailing and Troll AnatomyThe Concept of Bucket Filling and Troll AnatomyThe Concept of Pailing and Troll Anatomy6 hours ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The trolls reproductive cycle is truly a concept shrouded in mystery. The reproductive organs used still a secret on canon terms to many of us avid fans. Plenty of headcanons have been created to atone for this absence in knowledge. Many popular ones tend to resurface again and again. My own ideals on the anatomy of trolls are fairly similar to some of these widely known headcanons.
Most likely, the best method to describe anatomy would be to start with the actual method of reproduction itself. Filling buckets. The need for concupiscent partners is actual far more urgent on Alternia, and is more likely to be a stress filled action with the amount of weight such an action holds for trolls. It is far more complex a thing than your usual instincts for reproduction. When the Imperial Drones appear at a hive door, you had better be able to fill the Filial Pails with genetic material or face an immediate death. (HOMESTUCK
I Lied"I lied," sheI Lied6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I was never
They Said Prayers Would HelpYour wordsThey Said Prayers Would Help4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
crawled down my throat
and made a home
in my heart.
my entire body...
is spreading to
my unadulterated brain
and violating every limb.
I want to cut them out
and throw them against
the filthy wall
but I'm afraid
of the gore.
UntitledBeauty shows and lets you keep itUntitled7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it grows in its likeness and your likeness
Which pleases you greatly
But there are lessons you forget
Until it is long and one is invested
That the language you speak is nothing
That their eyes are cold and empty
Ideas polar opposite and foreign
So that one can only speculate
And fear what comes after goodbye
Which seems more and more an eventuality
And there is sorrow here
That all the love you gave
Compared to the mind of the one
Who cannot answer back
Cannot respect what you feel
Or not caring
Elec Man VS Pulseman: DEATH BATTLE!!!Elec Man VS Pulseman: DEATH BATTLE!!!7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A computer was placed in the lair of Elec Man, more to keep track of Mega Man and communicate with Dr. Wily. Of course, Wily hacked the robots created by Light and made them serve him, so Elec Man was all pumped up for a fight, a few sparks surging through his hands.
"Elec Man! I don't know what it is, but something's coming! Keep on your guard!" Wily shout through the speakers of the computer. "Don't worry, my Shocking style will most certainly win, right?" Elec Man responded. "This is no time for puns! Get ready for a duel-uel-uel-uel-uel-ellllll...." Wily's picture went to static.
"Hm, so maybe the doc isn't underestimating this new guy. Maybe I'll tell him more about me if I win!" Elec Man gloated. A spark floated in his hands, as he snickered, with a light chuckle slipping under his breath. Though, since robots don't breath, I dunno how this worked.
Anyways, the computer went from static to completely black. Sparks started shooting out of the data ports, as more soon
The Captain and the Lake (Levi x Reader)The Captain and the Lake (Levi x Reader)7 hours ago in Romance More Like This
You turned your head in his direction, a blush so deep rising to your cheeks you were thankful that he wasn't looking at you – or you’d never hear the end of it from him. But how could you not blush?! His white button-up shirt was soaked to the bone and sticking to his skin, the material now see-through and allowing his heavenly muscles to pop through. Oh god, how did you end up here?
“Oi, brat! What are you looking at?” Captain Levi suddenly called, making you jump with fright. You dared to meet his gaze, and were nearly shocked to see a smirk on his face.
“Sorry Captain! Uh, nothing Captain!” You poorly excused as you did your best to salute him.
“Tch.” Was his only response and he ran his fingers through his raven locks, tousling the wet strands of hair. He began walking towards you, undoing the lower buttons on his shirt, his toned
apprehension and inadequacyi almost cut my hair, saturday.apprehension and inadequacy6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but for some reason,
i just didn't.
i almost told my dad
that artistic freedom
isn't the only thing
he left (with me).
but for some reason,
i decided against it.
i almost messaged you tonight,
but it's been a long time since i have.
so, i decided i shouldn't.
(may as well make it longer.)
i almost named you
in this poem,
but i think maybe
that would be a bad idea.
I KnowwhatI Know6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain is a steel knife,
words that cut across the skin,
by whoever it was addressed to,
a body, once living,
a heart, once beating,
the lonely nights
haunted by an absence of stars
or by a multitude of them,
glaring down below,
a sunrise that came
two eyes that disappeared
the way he once laughed,
a glow of a memory now
his impassive face,
his deep, bottomless
eyes, gray and haunted
something I could never
something I could never
something that is
I don’t know
Pain is hated by
left in the streets,
Pain is the words
“I don’t like you,”
pain is the words
“I hate you.”
Pain is the air
the air that I choke on,
the air that paralyzes me
it’s these very words,
this very poem,
Cop!Aomine x Reader (Request)"Are you serious right now?" The girl asked with a baffled face.Cop!Aomine x Reader (Request)8 hours ago in Humor More Like This
"It's the law ma'm." The tall, tanned man answered seriously as he pulled out a pen and paper. Writing down something on the notepad, he tore the page and put it on the girl's car.
"Daiki I am your girlfriend! Aren't you supposed to bale me out of stuff?! And why are you calling me ma'm?!" (Name) yelled at her boyfriend for giving her a parking ticket for the third time since they got together. She thought having a cop as her boyfriend was going to be great. He could bale her out when she does something illegal.
It was the exact fucking opposite.
"I'm sorry ma'm, but I can't do anything else then to give you a ticket." Aomine kept a calm face as he watched his girlfriend having a hissy fit on the parking lot of the mall.
"THIS IS NOT FUCKING FAIR!"
The people that were left in the parking lot stared at the girl questioningly.
"Ma'm please keep your voice down." Aomine put away his pen and paper.
"I am not going to just se
RunYou watched as she ran,Run5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
She looked happy.
Take a closer look though,
tired and scared.
Tired of running,
Scared to face the truth,
That she's not okay,
she's confused, lost.
But she hides that fact,
like she's okay
She hides her tears with a bright smile.
Not many people see through her facade,
because she learned to lie.
All she can do is hope,
that her lies work,
and she can keep running.
Coach's Sister! (Haikyuu!!Various X Reader) - 3Coach's Sister! (Haikyuu!!Various X Reader) - 34 hours ago in Romance More Like This
Coach’s Sister! (Haikyuu!!Various X Reader) – 3
‘I swear I’m going to punch his smug face into a wall.’
Sitting in class you had been assigned the seat right in front of your favourite person, Tsukki. All throughout class he would kick your chair with his long legs, sometimes even lifting the back of your seat. You would always turn around, glaring at him but nothing seemed to phase the blonde. Eventually he grew tired of kicking your seat so instead he started ripping parts of his eraser and chucking them at you. Of course with your luck, when you whirled around to get him to stop, one landed right down your shirt.
Honey brown orbs gleamed in victory as you swore under your breath trying to get the little piece of eraser out of your shirt. Meanwhile Yamaguchi looked over at you apologetically, secretly furious at his best friend for getting so much of your attention outside of practice as well.
The teacher at the front of the class spoke up, announcing th
FNAF x Reader: Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 10 When I finally managed to come to, (surprised that I came to at all) I released a muffled groan, my head throbbing painfully. I found myself bound to a chair in the storage room and my mouth covered. The room was dark, but enough light came from underneath the door to allow me to see. I saw a Freddy suit sitting on the table with its head off and some tools sitting near it. I couldn't tell what sort of tools but they looked rather... Sharp, to say the least. Listening closely, I could hear a bunch of chatter coming from the other side of the door, suggesting the place was still open.FNAF x Reader: Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 109 hours ago in Horror More Like This
Just moments later, the door opened and a figure stepped into the room. "Ah, I see you're awake," phone guy commented with sadistic cheer. "You know, you could have caused me some serious problems with all the snooping you've been doing. I have a hard enough time with all the animatronics trying to kill me. I could do without the addition of human beings. And a fellow night guar
Sara and the Lost Swann - ConclusionAfter hours of fruitless struggles I think I must have dozed off, because when I next opened my eyes the sun was beginning to set, and its dying light was filtering in through the half drawn curtains. During my earlier wriggles I’d thought of perhaps trying to reach them and call for help, but then I realised that the window faced out the back of the house. Beside, with me tied up against Rachel like this, how would I even reach it?Sara and the Lost Swann - Conclusion8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked at my friend, her face held mere centimetres away from mine. She was asleep too. Amazing how being fighting against ropes and duct tape can absolutely tire you out. We’d spent so long fighting against our bonds with no success. The chafing around my wrists, arms and feet were testament to how hard we’d been struggling. As indeed was my body temperature. Being held this close to my best friend, in conjunction with the warm summer heat, meant I was roasting hot and dripping with sweat.
I murmured through my
Twisted GratitudesBullies, thank you.Twisted Gratitudes7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pointed out
Every single flaw
I never realized.
I can change for the better now.
Parents, thank you.
You made me have
To learn for myself
By not teaching me.
I can be independent as needed now.
Sister, thank you.
You left me, yes,
But I'm happy to know
It was good for you.
I can see how I can help myself now.
Life, thank you.
You gave my Hell,
Made me live in fear,
And befriend regret.
I can understand the world around me now.
The Story of How we Never Met [Germany x Reader]She isn’t the most social of people, that’s for sure. Icebreakers, small talk, social gatherings, they aren’t exactly her cup of tea. Of course that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to converse with people, and she has a fair number of good friends. It’s just that small talk and meeting people aren’t her forte.The Story of How we Never Met [Germany x Reader]6 hours ago in Humor More Like This
The hardest part? Elevator rides. God, those are terrible. Enclosed in a tiny cubicle of space with another human being, unsure of whether she should start a conversation in the 1 or 2 minutes that they have together. Yeah, that has to be the worst. It isn’t so bad if there are 3 or more people; if there are more than 2 people in the elevator, then there is just this unspoken, mutual understanding that there is really no need for conversation, just comfortable silence. No need for eye contact, just acknowledge the other people, smile, and make room. But if there is just one other person and herself? She probably should just take t
Alone in agonyThe Feeling of agonyAlone in agony7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of Being alone,
No one cares,
That I'm alone.
I feel like I'm dead,
Not even alive
No one cares,
If I die.
My Red hair draps,
Blood at my wrists,
No one cares,
That I'm hurt.
All alone in my agony,
As tears fall,
No one cares,
If want to dream.
I'm always ignored,
Forgotten, a ghost,
No one cares,
That I'll be gone.
All alone in my agony...
And No one, will ever know.
The Weight of YouI want to feel your weightThe Weight of You8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
press against me
until my ribs begin to crack.
I need assurance
of the reality of your
Fearfully I wait for you
to dissolve through my
fingertips like a lifting fog.
So I crave to be crushed
beneath you until the very
air escapes my lings
and I struggle to draw breath.
I will know then that
you are living flesh
and not some phantom dream
but something which I can
sink my teeth into,
grasp within my hands
without fear of finding
nothing but empty space.
New Cheater!Levi Story Coming Soon: Sneek Peek!New Cheater!Levi Story Coming Soon: Sneek Peek!5 hours ago in Romance More Like This
Author's note: Going to be released on March 20th.
My mom and this strange figure of a man were locking lips with one another, I turned my head away feeling rather uncomfortable with this whole situation.
Dad died a week ago and here my mom is out with another man. What kind of woman who just lost her husband would do such a thing as run to another man's arms shortly after? I just don't get it! Not one bit!
Night after night mama would eat dinner with me and leave, saying to me with a big grin on her face before she left:
"Don't stay up too late."
"I love you, dear."
"Make sure you pack yourself a lunch tomorrow."
Who is this woman my dad married? Is she my step-mother and my real mom died shortly after I was born? Not once in my fifteen years had I ever seen this woman be such a careless broad, her husband is dead and she is alone to take care of her 'step-' child.
I stood quietly watching as the car my mom disappeared into suddenly spe
ThoughtsThoughts6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just when I think everything is falling into place,
I sit down in the quietness
and my mind starts to race
The bad thoughts start to come again,
how much longer until they win?
I lay in bed
and constantly think
would I be better of dead?
But then I see the light of day
and I know that I'll eventually be okay
Let's fight togetherRoll up your sleevesLet's fight together7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't be scared
Show me your scars
Show me your marks
Show me your pain
Show me your tears
I'm not leaving
Tell me your fears
Tell me your insecurities
Tell me why you do it
Tell me why you hurt
Let me hold you while you cry
Let me take away that knife
Let me show you I care
Let me show you I'll always be here
Darling, you're a soldier
You're fighting a war
But I'm right here with you
Fighting once more
I'll roll up my sleeves
I'll show you my scars
I'll tell you my stories
I'll tell you my fears
Darling, just know, I'll always be here
We're fighting this fight together
I'll always be here.
Into the Game, Feral TF/AR x4A boy was waiting patiently in middle of a town plaza, "Come on guys, don't keep me waiting..." he said.Into the Game, Feral TF/AR x45 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of an older boy riding on his scooter toward him, "*huff* *huff* Sorry I"m late, Michael, my dad made me make him breakfast, plus I already had to make my own.
"I know how you feel Conner, my dad beat me for 'using too much cheese' in our breakfast." The boy showed conner a new bruise.
"My dad told me I didn"t use enough..." Connor quietly said, sorely rubbing his arm which was covered by his long sleeve.
"Well... did you get the game?" Michael asked, hoping for SOME good news.
"I think so," he said unzipping his backpack and looking though his things.
Then there it was, Animal Adventure.
"You got it?"
"Mm, Hmm!" Connor exclaimed happilly.
"Now when the others get here, and can go play it at Mrs. McColley's place." Michael smiled.
"They should be here any second now," Connor replied.
On cue, another boy arrived, on his bike. "Hey guys, sorry i'm l
We Are WeHere I amWe Are We3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are you
The lines break
There is nothing to take
I am here
You are there
Here my cries
Of your lies
You've betrayed me
You haven't payed me
I am there
You are here
Let the tool slide down my way
As the crimson flows away
The salt stings but I won't fear
I began to sing as it clears
You are me
I am you
Let's take the ones to borrow
To feed them our sorrow
Slide across in where they breathe
Depart their souls to finally leave
You're not me
I'm not you
We are we
oleander goodbyebleached black and obsidian shineoleander goodbye7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
her fingers fill your veins with
cyanide as she tries to hold
on for the last moments of
the li(f)e she's choking on
curdling hope in the bubbling
throat of hypocrisy and fear
it is a formula for chemical
asphyxiation and dying
iris like a flower
stuck in the night
like an eye that never
saw the light of day
such singular bones
no others live up to their splendor
and none have yet seen the drum that
pumps them full of arsenic, a
beating splash of cochineal that
lies somewhere around the
48th parallel and 2 degrees east
and sleeps during the winter solstice
only to wake up to a son-less luna
and feels the tears of her moribund crux
in the form of soft daggers
pressing themselves into the skin
of life turned neolithic,
a statue of an age archaic
and she's tongued promises
down spines, inverted
watching as they sputter back up
spewing decay and rot into her poison veins
feeding them is no delicate business it is
starvation and avarice and