Time Well Wasted. Sebastian X ReaderTime Well Wasted. Sebastian X Reader16 hours ago in Romance More Like This
“Today was terribly uneventful. If not for this rain, I could have gone out and done something.” Sighing to yourself, you peeked out your curtains at the gray landscape that surrounded you. You had been confined to your home the entire day, leaving you with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. Just as you stepped away from your window to prepare yourself your evening meal, there was a knock at your front door. “Maybe I spoke too soon.” Unsure who it was, but not wanting them to get soaked, you rushed to the sound and swung open the door.
“Hello there.” Standing there, with a wide, almost terrifying smile on his face, was Grell. Despite the smile, you could tell he wasn't happy.
Suddenly wishing you'd left the door closed, you stood firmly in place, silently signaling that you didn't want him to come inside. “What are you doing here?”
“Is that any way to greet me?” Pushing past you, Grell let
Elvira: Bio (Remake)Elvira: Bio (Remake)20 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 20 (Physically), 1000+ (Chronologically)
Weight: 122.6 lbs
Hair: Blonde with black highlights
Occupation: Arturo's Servant
Personality Traits: Silly, hyperactive, crazy, sometimes evil, childlike, playful, can sometimes be a crybaby.
Likes: Being with her sister, Arturo's company, demon cakes and pies, singing (she always sings off-key often causing people to cover their ears), being friends with humans, being mischievous towards her sister.
Dislikes: Being separated from her sister Belle, inflicting harm to humans, disobeying Arturo, not getting what she wants.
Attributes: She uses a slayer sword in battle to expertise her swordplay. She uses her loud singing voice like a screeching banshee to stun and confuse her enemies with supersonic waves as her signature move.
A ContractA Contract7 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Listen to this for the full impact:
Darkness. Pure and unchallenged. It came from everywhere, entering into all private matters and seeing all things. The deepest dreams of mankind . . . the nightmares of the innocent and fearful . . . the most depraved hopes of those who were too timid to reach out and take the possibilities in hand. The Darkness saw it all.
For every dark spot or shadow, there was a creature to guard its secrets- as any demon knew well. Currently one such being basked in it, though as the minutes ticked by on the scene before it, it became more aware of its surroundings. With each second the dark being focused on the large room that it had been summoned to, taking in the grandeur and excellent décor of what appeared to be a
Belle: Bio (Remake)Belle: Bio (Remake)20 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 22 (physically), 1000+ (chronologically)
Weight: 122.8 lbs.
Hair: Black with red highlights
Occupation: Arturo's Servant
Personality Traits: Smooth, passionate, smart, intelligent, sadistic, acts like a diva, protective, cocky, beautiful.
Likes: Being with her sister, Arturo's company, demon cakes and pies, tricking people, being a useful servant.
Dislikes: Being separated from her sister Elvira, her younger sister being mischievous towards her, disobeying Arturo, Elvira's friendship towards humans, her sister's lousy singing.
Attributes: She along with her sister both use slayer swords to expertise their swordplay. She can even use her dark wings and fly around at fast speed to get away from attacks fast as possible. She also uses her teeth to suck on people's blood and make
Scary Demons- A Grell and Melody Short Grell looked up when he heard Melody give a loud shriek as she ran into the house. The red-headed reaper looked up from his book, confused. "Melody?" He called, "Sweetie, what's wrong?" He called, unsure what had apparently spooked his daughter. "Mommyyy!" He heard Melody cry from upstairs. Grel put his book down and went upstairs, squinting since the hallways weren't really lit as the sun set.Scary Demons- A Grell and Melody Short20 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Grell found his adopted daughter under the covers in her bed, trembling and crying. "Aw, Melody, what's the matter?" Grell asked, surprised that he six year-old was so scared. He sat down on the side of the bed when he received no answer. "Melody, darling, what happened? Did Ronald spook you again?" Melody peeked out from under the blanket and shook her head; her big green eyes welled up with tears. "Well what's the matter? It takes a lot more than a simple spook to scare you, nowadays." Grell lifted the girl into his lap, rocking her gently. The girl's shaking starte
Take Me To Church|Demon!Germany x Angel!ReaderTake Me To Church|Demon!Germany x Angel!Reader4 hours ago in Romance More Like This
Take Me To Church | Demon!Germany x Angel!Reader | Prologue
Beautiful is one word that can describe It, but there were still many words to use for it as well. You lived up there for you were an angel, you have no idea how you died or anything of the matter, no one knew except God himself, but an angel should never ask who they were, it was forbidden. But it didn’t matter to you because you loved it there. You had many friends there and loved helping other angels getting settled in. The high angel, Arthur assigned that job for you especially, but he wasn’t the only high angel they’re others too, Arthur was the highest then came Allister, Liam, Owen, and Peter. They protect you and were like your brothers. You 6 made Britannia Angels, Protectors for the Heavens.
exotique. // Snake x m!Reader [2/6]exotique. // Snake x m!Kitsune!Readerexotique. // Snake x m!Reader [2/6]4 hours ago in Romance More Like This
II. The Beauty and the Beast
"Oh? Where's Mr. Fox?" Mey-Rin as she pushed her round glasses up the bridge of her nose, trying to scope out the beautiful gentleman as all the servants lined up for today's debriefing. "He's usually never this late! No, no, he's never late!"
"She has a point there," Bard commented as he glanced at the wall clock. "He's always tired in the mornings, but he's never late. It's not in his nature to be late."
"Snake, did you see him this morning when you left your room?" Finnian inquired of the newly hired footman.
The silver haired young man nodded his head shyly in response and answered, "'He was still sleeping. I thought he would wake up later.' Says Wilde."
In return Finny only hummed thoughtfully as he tried considering what could have possibly happened to the older man. Stranger still was the fact that Sebastian, who normally saw to waking up their resident fox himself, was standing in
Love DiceBalthazar looked around the place he had been called too. It was cold and obviously some sort of torture chamber with a cold steel bench and other various restraint and torture devices. Despite not knowing where he was he knew all too well who had summoned him to that place.Love Dice11 hours ago in Humor More Like This
“Crowley” said Balthazar coldly knowing that the demon stood behind him.
“You don’t seem pleased to see me feathers” came the demons low voice.
Balthazar turned and glared at the king of hell “Why did you bring me here?”
Crowley smiled “I have a challenge for you”
“A challenge? What sort of challenge” Balthazar asked.
Crowley pulls something out of his pocket and tossed it too Balthazar. It was a small package labelled ‘Love Dice’. Balthazar looked perplexed but in his normal smart ass way.
“Well Crowley I didn’t know you felt this way about me” he said smirking. “You do realise this is a game for lovers with areas
Getting to know: CrysisFull Name: Crysis.Getting to know: Crysis7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nickname:Crys, from his daughter.
Personality: Kind, caring and strong-hearted(pre-death), sadistic, heartless and absolutely unpredictable(after-death) then back to caring, intelligent and wise(post revival)
Age:Impossible to count.
Origin: Unknown, along with the rest of the Creators.
Backstory: Upon arriving in the Void with the other Creators, each breath life into the vast emptyness. But neither expected that there was live there already. The Creators clashed in a war with the Pandorans. After many Creators are killed, they manage to win. But a year later, Crysis's daughter Akira(nicknamed as DLG by him) falls victim to the Pandorans again. Crysis goes berserk and murders them all and breakes down, hugging his daughter's body. In a desperate act, he takes his own life and offers it as a sacrifice to bring his daughter back. She's revived and sent into the human world, but Crysis body is taken over by the Pandorans, being lead by his grief, fear and hatred. They
AT - An Unlikely PairEach day he would watch her from afar as she returned to the same valley again and again. Patiently he would wait, sitting around for hours on end until she would arrive, usually at the height of the day. She would come down from the sky and land in the soft grass. Her feathered wings would fold up against her back, unfurling only when she was about to leave again late in the evening. He would sit at a distance and watch her each day, never moving, never approaching her. Just watching and waiting until her next return.AT - An Unlikely Pair11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was a stunning woman, though most angels were gifted with unearthly beauty. This was far from his first time running into an angel, and it was not her looks that captivated him. It was not her peaceful nature, either. Such a thing would have an effect on mere humans, but not upon a dweller of Hell such as himself. Truthfully, he was not even fully sure what it was about her that caused his obsession, but he did not really care. He was content to enjoy her withou
Video post page.Video post page.36 minutes ago in Settings More Like This
I will post more video parts to my project!
Is It Denial?Why don't I ever want to help myself?Is It Denial?15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I scared?
Do I think I don't deserve it?
What's my deal.
Maybe I'm not ready
Or I have not yet accepted
That I really do need help
I can't get far like this
Life = HellLife = Hell.Life = Hell9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
No way to make it well.
A heart is useless,
It just cracks like the Liberty Bell.
Kind souls are always tortured.
Living is true Hell.
No one cares,
Though sometimes it is hard to tell.
But the truth is that everyone's a demon
In this Life of Hell.
Dark World 08: Chaos comes to Dark World In the dark depths of the Black Kain’s palace resides a hidden chamber, a large dark cavern with walls that remind one of the petrified remains of some ancient giants intestinal lining, blackened as though burnt. In the far end of this chamber stands a massive arc, a device looking like a gnarled black tree bent in half indeterminable which end would be the base and which the top embedded into the black marble platform. Easily fifty feet at its peak this odd structure dominated the attention of any who walked into this imposing chamber, not that any would dare enter here given the lord of the castle’s decree that only he may enter the dimensional portal’s bay.Dark World 08: Chaos comes to Dark World7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Normally used for the coming and going of diplomats and secret deliveries for the palace, as he insisted that any normal merchants worthy of his presence traverse the distance of his kingdom. This day the Black Kain will use for a new purpose, he has risen with the dawn, as close as somethin
DeliciousHe laughed. He did it heartily in the cold comfort of his cellar floor apartment. Sure, he could afford a penthouse, he was masterful at manipulation. But that wouldn’t be fun. That wouldn’t be believable.Delicious18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The question he was asked today, it truly made him laugh again. “Why are you here?” some sort of a gypsy asked. One of those who could see through people in an instant, the piercing eyes giving it away while the faux fur coat and too excessive makeup for that kind of age was quite a usual sight on the street. Too bad he wasn’t really “people”. This was carcass he was occupying, albeit shape-shifted, he treated it like a carcass. Young, not too young, medium in every sense of the word. Everything human.
He had looked stunned over the question, innocence in the eyes that were not really his. “What do you mean?” he had asked in clarification, his voice an inducing baritone. “I mean what I said,” the w
Prologue: Reflection----------------------------------------------Reflection-----------------------------------------------Prologue: Reflection17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s been four years since I’ve come back into consciousness, four years since I woke up in this cursed forest. I have no memory of what I did or was beforehand, and have a strong feeling that I don’t even want to know. I was just a pup when I realized that I even existed, that I learned which way was up, that my tail was actually a part of my body, and that I am no simple beast. The lessons came in quick succession, day after day all I knew was simply growing more and more around me, and I haven’t been able to stop it. Even then, the most simple of things, things about me, where I came from, what this place even is, I do not yet understand. It’s all just a haze, so much so that even my own name has escapes me even now.
With the knowledge of what was around me, with the curse of self-awareness came the solemn feeling. It was the realization that I was al
PhantomI walk quietly to my bed,Phantom9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through these empty halls,
Solemn, I tread,
Remembering it all.
I slam into my bed,
With all the force I can muster,
I can’t help but cry,
Crimson drops onto the blank sheets,
Never to be clean again.
Then from behind,
A grasp as cold as ice,
A black, clawed hand.
He sees me,
And slashes me,
With undefeatable fury.
Drops of blood soak my face,
Shining like rubies in the moonlight.
I scream louder at the pain,
He slashes again,
Red splashes onto the wall.
His white smirk terrifies me,
More than the face of death itself.
With claws as sharp
As the most polished sword,
He stabs at me,
Blood flies around the room,
As he slashes in a euphoric frenzy.
I scream louder and louder,
Watching his satisfied, white eyes,
And his sadistic grin,
As he kills me over and over,
He finds what he wants.
He reaches in one last time,
Deeper than ever.
covered in blood,
Rises from inside me,
Wielding a bright blue light,
Before I c
Demon!Romano x Fem!Shy!Reader pt1Demon!Romano x Fem!Shy!Reader pt13 hours ago in Romance More Like This
Enjoy~ Oh btw, the time period is set a loooooong time ago, but the characters will still act modern-ish
A young girl walked into the woods, humming a catchy tune. A small basket of flowers and fruit in her hands. She was completely oblivious to the darkness lurking behind her.
And that was just how Lovino liked it.
She was never really fond of the other villagers so she'd wander into the woods during most of her free time seeking isolation. It's not that she disliked people, she just didn't like most people. She usually avoided them and when she had to talk, she was very soft spoken. At some point someone in the woods noticed her. Of course, she had no idea. She had just picked a blue orchid when she heard a quiet
"Boo." from behind her.
She let out a squeak. Hearing a chuckle, she turned around. She saw,
A demon. Reddish-blackish hair, red eyes, black wings outlined in red, and blac
A.S. Race to the Finish Ch. 3The moon shines brightly, bathing everything in it's glow. A lone owl hoots in the distance, and the call echoes across the city and off the walls. A shadow stretches up the wall, walking slowly. Silently. Taking care not to disturb the city's sleeping inhabitants, Arrfā sets his feet down carefully as he makes his way to the city gates. There's a clatter behind him, and he whips his head around, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His green eyes, which are wide and alert, dart around, looking for anything unusual. An odd looking shadow, the glow of eyes.A.S. Race to the Finish Ch. 36 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
His eyes sweep the area one more time. He huffs in annoyance. "Nothing... probably just some damn orrésh playing a joke," he snarls softly. He turns back and continues on his way, occasionally checking over his shoulder. But, he makes a common, but terrible, mistake. As with most, his eyes never leave the ground. If he'd simply looked up, he would have seen the three Azaras watching him from the rooftop. The female
Life Isn't So PerfectWhat's Going On? What's Happening?Life Isn't So Perfect5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mother Is Crying
Father Is Leaving
Sister Is Cutting
Brother Is Slowly Dying!
Why Is This Happening All Around Me?
And Yet I... I Can't Feel Anything
Emotionless, Confused, Lost, Locked In,
I Just Can't Think Of The Reason!
It Used To Be, What It Isn't Nowadays
Father Watched The Game
Sister Chatted Over The Phone
Brother Studied For College
And I... Well, I Listened To Music In My Room
Shut For Only Mear Moments
Yet, It Drastically Changed
Now, I'm Locked In Forever,
Cut Off From Reality, From The Outside
Mother Was Tearing Up From The Sights
Father Was Screaming And Yelling Arguements
Sister Was Crying As She Yelled Back At Father
Brother At The Moment Was In The Hospital Because Of An Accident
While I... I-I Wa-Was...
I Was Standing There,
Watching All Of It Progress In Front Of Me
Silently Sobbing Away At The Scenes Taking Place
Crying Still, At The Mention Of My Brother's State
Tearing Up From The Sight Of My Frightened Mother
RPS: Set me free"Dammit, let me out of here!" A giant black cobra growled angrily as he tackled the solid walls of a cage, which was actually a carrier being pulled along by a truck. Actually, the truck was pulling two carriers, one smaller than the one that held the thrashing 40ft long cobra. In the other carrier was a more submissive hedgegarter, who could only listen to his friend in concern, keeping his 13ft long body coiled up against a corner. The snakes were Dante and Ceryl, captured by some immortal hunters who were asked to try their luck with bringing the two snakes back to the museum in the neighboring city.RPS: Set me free15 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
The truck traveled along a highway, not concerned with Dante's thrashing, since his carrier was made of thick steel and some padding on the inside so he couldn't hurt himself, but that didn't deter Dante from trying to break the doors open. The doors of course were locked pretty tightly though, so the most they did was shudder from the tackling... Once the truck arrived at its destinati
Venturiontale Jordan x Reader Pt. 2Venturian (Jordan) x YOU!!!Venturiontale Jordan x Reader Pt. 29 hours ago in Romance More Like This
This is the sequel to my first, so you can read that first or not! :3
y/n = your name
y/y/n = your YouTube name
y/h/l = your hair length
y/e/c = your eye color
y/y/n = your YouTube name!
f/f = favorite flavor
“Greetings fellow adventurers, this is Venturiontale,” Your boyfriend, Jordan, began standing in his kitchen beside you, “last episode, while playing our fake jobs of Paranormal Investigators, a lot of you wanted me to date y/y/n here, or y/n, as most of you said in the comments. And, today, she’s back!” You wave at the camera. “Carly, sadly cannot be here today, she has also caught the stomach virus from last week.” He used his hands to talk in front of the camera. “And last week, we got together! Yay!” He does jazz hands. Isaac is behind the camera recording you two.
You say, “And a lot of you have been leaving fan challenges for the kitchen, so he invited me over to do them.”
Apprentice Bookkeeper and Devil's Fledgling Pt.1/2A wide shadow fell, and he cracked an eye open, glancing up in wonder of what had finally blessed them with some shade after miles upon miles of intrusive sunlight ruining his sleep. The side-to-side jostling of cart wheels was lessened slightly by the cushion of hay beneath him, though it did nothing to quiet the creaking of rods and joints, nor could it make him entirely miss when one of the wheels fell into a hole or a dip.Apprentice Bookkeeper and Devil's Fledgling Pt.1/26 hours ago in Romance More Like This
The archway gate they passed beneath was only a temporary relief, and when it passed them by, the sun assaulted his single eye. He groaned complaint under his breath and buried his face into the crook of his arm, trying to escape the sun's harsh glare.
You can sleep on the way, his mentor had told him, as the redhead was kept up all night, reading books and copying text. Far too much of it, were truth be told. You can't write on a jostling wagon, but you can sleep.
Oh, how he wished to have given his old man a few choice words, but he held his t