A Delightfully Obscene LifeA Delightfully Obscene Life12 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
By the time highschool ended I had already become some sort of urban legend. There were rumors of many incidents that involved me, directly or indirectly, that made people believe there was some kind of curse around me. The truth is I never did half the things they swore they had seen me do, and the other half was altered and exagerated. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the status and the power that came with it: some feared me, some worshipped me, many hated me, but all of them respected me.
Now, all legends have some truth to them, and my case wasn't at all the exception. I was always seen as the beautifulest encarnation of corruption, some kind of sick fallen angel. I posessed a number of intrisic qualities that awarded me with that mysterious and unholy condition. My mouth was lust and hatred at the same time, my eyes were just like dead sweetness, my voice was so harsh and apathetic that every word sounded like the beautifulest song. Both men and women wanted me, but not many were screwed
Waves were NoiseWaves were Noise12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She moves her head along with the music, and maybe her feet too. It's hard to tell since her image is filtered by smoke and the lighting is so dim. White light on white sheets over white skin. So fragile, like dirty children sleeping on benches, almost worth saving. Lying around her on the bed there are some objects I can distinguish: cd cases, book, ashtray. Ashes, like she needed any more in her life, any more consumption. An ashtray and a plastic bag full of weed. Of course she's stoned, that's nothing new. It's been some time since I've last seen her this peaceful though, maybe it's because she doesn't know I'm here. The first time we got high together she told me she used to feel waves that once were noise. \"Not anymore\" she then said looking at her hands, and that was the first time I felt like hugging a grown up. She cried that night, and the following ones. Eventually I understood that it's just something she does, the same way I wash my hands every ten minutes. Not without m
Change as In JuneChange as In June12 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Something in me changed a while ago.
Better yet, something changed me a while ago. My ability to exist only when someone thinks of me, for example, is the same it was before those times of fake lust and godliness, of anemia and blush. Many times I've thought of doing whatever I had to do to bring those times back, hoping they'd lead my way into the numbness I miss so much. Only thoughts. If I let them become more than that, I'd be washing those stains of shameless lust. I'd remember, intoxicated, every time you breathed the vice that fills my mouth, or twist your fingers inside me until it hurts so much I have to smile.
Something changed me a while ago, and the frustration of leaving a whole era behind sometimes reduces me to tears.
Only tears. If I let them become more than that, you could forget to wound me with your tongue and swallow the escaping euphoria. I can't let you forget that, the moment you do you'll be forgetting yourself, and we'll be back in the times of fake lust and p
my father lived in Indiamy father is a man of many colors.my father lived in India10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the nights when the moon stays asleep,
he lotions his palms with pomegranate juice.
the sugared blood pools in the creases of his
skin, staining it India’s red.
sometimes, my father scrubs his hands until
they are nothing but flesh & fruit rinds.
when he was younger—all skinned knees and pocket
knives—he must've slipped on a thousand marbles.
my father’s father was a welder who rolled and spun
steel into tiny spheres.
when he died, my father’s hands became blue and
free of pocket knives. to this day, he keeps a bag
of marbles on our mantle.
from time to time, he shakes the cool metal into
his open palms and waterfalls it back and forth.
see, this is the trouble with blue hands:
they never let go of the things that scar them.
they try so hard to be red again.
my father doesn't like whistling because
an old woman in India told him it was uncivilized.
she perched herself on the edge of the Ganges River
CATFISH~ India's EndingCATFISH~ India's EndingCATFISH~ India's Ending1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You glanced at the slip of paper; AdviceMath.
Your stomach dropped. Oh no.
See, at your fine academy, for every subject, there were tutors, all said tutors had a designated screen name as a possible way for their victims to reach them. There was only one kid in your grade who had mastered, and volunteered to teach 10th grade Math to all us clueless people with normal IQ levels.
Neeraja Patel. Daunting, cynical, intelligent, and exceptionally handsome.
You had to keep yourself from hyperventilating as you clicked the 'New Chat' box on the screen. Your math skills, though not those of a five year olds, weren't much better than those of a middle schooler's, which didn't fly well in one's sophomore year of highschool, especially, at such a prestigous academy such as Gakuen.
The worst part was, you needed to keep a minimum of a B average to keep your full ride scholarship, and you were st
IndiaThe sea took'd me...India3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And oh my country of newlywed clouds how I remember you, dust and rain
and mud and spice in air. And in summer, baking roads and hot languages; a million
dialects, or eight hundred: I never learned you, I never will. I only loved you and I think
that is not enough, perhaps it never was, but how do I know? I know loneliness,
and how can you know that? I was a child, am a child, am something less or more now
And how can you think of beauty? Do you hear yourself? Your radios are blaring
noise; your television shows are preaching idiocy to a million people
who hear and conscious or not, listen. I've been away from you so long
that my tongue has unravelled. When I tried, people assured me
I was tongue-tied. Someone told me I spoke true, but I have never
answered you. You have never asked me to.
There's a sadness in me somewhere, now,
it could be hiding in my soul but the
BTLG- My Lavish and Kind Prince -India x ReaderBTLG- My Lavish and Kind Prince -India x Reader1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You felt fuzzy grass rubbing against your skin.
Waking up in some random place made you sit up in shock.
“Woah! That mirror- my wish… did it really come true?!”
You looked around to see a beautiful field of flowers and bright green grass. “This definitely isn’t my living room anymore” It smelled heavenly and as you continued surveying the area, your eyes landed on one lone figure.
The lone figure stood up from where it was sitting and come closer to you. Looking at its figure, you determined it was a female…and she looked like a belly dancer.
You couldn’t see past the red veil that covered most of her face. But her attire was just beautiful! The bejeweled establishments on her bra were phenomenal and sewn designs decorated her harem pants. She slowly took off her other veil that served as her belt and began dancing.
You were in awe on how pretty she was and when you looked down to
India X Reader: JaanaIndia X Reader: Jaana2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"The new kid."
It had been years since I'd been called that, but I still hated the word. "New." And now I had to embrace the title yet again.
This time, the transition would be ten times worse, because I was being transferred to Gakuen Hetalia, an exclusive private academy.
And, as if being surrounded by a bunch of snobby, rich kids wasn't a scary enough prospect, nearly everyone there was the physical embodiment OF A COUNTRY. How on earth would I fit in there?
I mean, I'm just a normal human, with [h/l and h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes, perfectly average in every sense of the word, entirely convinced that no one here would notice me.
"Did we really have to move again, Mom?" I asked looking out the window of the car. We were driving to the academy today, and after getting settled into my dorm room, I'd begin my first day of classes.
My mother sighed. We'd had this conversation before, and I had the feeling I was wearing her patience a little thin these days. "_____, honey, this new job
Pray for IndiaIndia is located in South Asia.Pray for India3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Pakistan in the west; China and Bhutan in the north-east;
Burma and Bangladesh in the east.
In the Indian Ocean, India is in the vicinity of Sri Lanka and the Maldives.
New Delhi is th capital
The population is over 1.2 billion.
India is the second-most populous country in the world.
India has over 2000 ethnic groups.
At least 400 different languages are spoken in India.
Four of the world's major religions originated in India:
India's history stretches back thousands of years.
India was home to many kingdoms and empire
Indus Valley Civilisation 3300-1300 B.C.
Mahājanapadas 700-300 B.C.
Mauryan Empire 321-185 B.C.
Gupta Empire 320-600 A.D.
Many foreign countries gained control over parts of India as well.
India X Reader: Jaana (Part 2)India X Reader: Jaana (Part 2)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Once the lunch bell rang, I quickly rose from my chair and tried to find the shortest path to the cafeteria. I wasn't exactly sure why, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Prem Singh.
Prem. He had been so kind to me, I thought.
But I had found out during my first few class periods that this was not unusual. Everyone here seemed just as polite as Prem had been. So why was I still thinking about him?
"Hey! ___-san!" I turned. Speaking of polite people...
"Hey there, Kiku," I said, stopping in the middle of the hallway so that the short Japanese man coukld catch up to me. I'd met Kiku in my Honors math class. We'd become friends due to an assignment we had been paired up to complete. He was very reserved, true, but sweet once you got to know him. "Can I sit with you at lunch today? I don't have anyone to hang out with, so..."
"Hai. Of course, ___-san." Trying his best not to invade my personal space, Kiku led me out
IndiaThe sweetest Indian spicesIndia6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fill their aroma in my heart,
Envisioning such worlds apart
That more than my mind entices,
But also long hidden vices
That purge from my body with peace.
The warm air my world decreases
And makes only this world alive,
A pure land with its own pained life,
Where I can make all dark doubts cease.
64 Days With India-Day 2 (LEMON SERIES)64 Days with India64 Days With India-Day 2 (LEMON SERIES)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Day 2: Missionary
I woke up to find that the dawn was breaking.
I was so exhausted from the day before that I didn't really remember what had happened.
Until I looked down at my self. Seeing my naked body was all it took to jog my memory. And when I remembered, I let out a huge scream.
The room to my door burst open to reveal Yash in a silk robe, a worried look on his face.
"(Name)! What is wrong?!"
I pulled the sheets over my body and yelled at Yash to get out.
"But what is that matter?!"
"You are the matter!"
I leaped from the bed and pushed the man out of the room, yelling my final, "Get out!" I slammed the door in his face and pulled the bolt on my door.
Yash pounded his fist on my door, demanding to be let in but I refused. Finally, he gave up, but not before asking, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"… Yes, as a matter of fact. You can get me passage on the next boat back to England."
"What? But why?"
"Why do you think? I am leaving!"
India X Reader: Jaana (Part 3)India X Reader: Jaana (Part 3)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been three months since my encounter with Prem in the hallway. Ever since then, he’s been showing up a lot in my life, both inside school and out.
One of the first things I found out about Prem was just how smart the guy actually was. I mean, looking at the goofy, fun-loving Indian, especially when you compared him to people like Arthur, I don’t think anyone would have guessed how brilliant he is when it comes to math and science. It’s probably also due to the fact that Prem doesn’t flaunt his intellect like Arthur does, although he’s always willing to help me out with difficult problems. He wants to become a doctor when he grows up, and I bet he’ll be wonderful at it.
He’s also got two siblings; a twin brother that he likes to argue with and tease, and a little sister that he adores, but I’ve never met either of them.
Prem Singh is perfect.
Elizaveta keeps teasing me about my crush on him, but I managed to persuade her to keep her
Hetalia x Reader- Beyond the Looking Glass Intro~Hetalia x Reader- Beyond the Looking Glass Intro~1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-this is a series that will involve many different situations involving many different countries who will eventually end up with you, the beloved reader.
Please forgive the long description of your belongings, they all are important for the continuation of this story . Thank you!
Read happily and read on my young padawon -//Star Wars reference = shot//-
It was a long day from work/school. You were both mentally and physically exhausted. The only thing that kept your body moving was the motivation that your bed was eagerly waiting for you with its soft covers and fluffy pillows. Oh! And don’t forget that poster with all your Hetalia characters on it! Yes, you were a megafan of Hetalia, almost to the point of obsession; but there was one character you greatly admired. Who am I kidding? You were absolutely IN LOVE with Mr. Sexy (fav Hetalia character)!!!
As you walked to the front door of your house, and took out your keys. But sadly as you took them out of your pant
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug?HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug?10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You woke with a start. Your breathing was heavy, eyes wide open in fear. You grabbed a pillow and stuffed your face into it, screaming and crying. To make things worse a thunderstorm just happened to be passing by. Why did this have to happen now? Just after world meeting. God, why must my brain make up such horrible things to dream about?
You were currently staying at a hotel with a lot of the other nations. Why? Because you had stopped at this place for a little stretch after the meeting. But things turned from good to bad when it started raining and to even worse when there was flash flooding. You had no other choice then to stay, along with other nations that wanted a rest too.
You started to calm down and soon the memory of your nightmare faded away. Although you knew this wouldn't be the end of it. Usually when you tried to fall back asleep after having a nightmare a even more terrifying one would take its place.
But there was a way to cure it. Too bad your younger sister wasn't
Indiadark tanned skinned faces,India6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hidden beneath colorful masks,
that hide them from that Indian sun,
as they continue all of their daily tasks.
a jungle of red ribbons and jewels,
that sparkle for the buyers eyes,
sit upon little stands and tables,
that merchants sell to passerbys.
a music that fills the corners,
a thrumming that can reach the heart,
are the beats of this foreign land,
that make you want to listen and watch.
sweet candy unknown to the tongue,
a taste that melts away all thoughts,
and smells of homeland cooking,
that are boiling in taverns pots.
a home that is welcoming to everyone,
a place that is known for its culture,
is a learning ground for the young and old,
and the many lives of others.
Hetalia x Reader Seven Minutes in HeavenHetalia x Reader Seven Minutes in Heaven2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were sleeping peacefully until you were rudely awakened by your phone ringing. You rubbed your eyes, yawned, then answered the phone.
"Mmm, hello?" You said.
"____!" America yelled into the phone.
"Al? What are you doing up at this time?!" You said, looking at the clock. It was 4:00 AM.
"Oh, I don't know! Getting ready for my party tonight and I expect you too be there!" He replied.
You knew you didn't have a choice. Last time when you didn't come, Alfred dragged you to his house.
"I don't have a choice. Fine." You agreed.
"Ok! See you at 7:00 PM!" Al said, hanging up.
You were already awake, so might as well do your morning routine. You slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, seeing how messy your hair was. 'Why is hair so complicated!' You thought, while brushing it. After you finally finished brushing it, you brushed your teeth and washed your face. You walked out of your bathroom, almost tripping over your dog in the process. "Sorry, Dusty!" You said
Hetalia Seven Minutes in Heaven: IntroHetalia Seven Minutes in Heaven: Intro11 months ago in Romance More Like This
You couldn't believe what you were doing right now in the middle of night, sitting in the couch with a drink of ___________ in your hand while ear-piercing music played in the flashy-colored room. You wondered why you were here in the first place and watched as Alfred ran around the room with some huge black hat in his hand, but what caught your attention was that he was sneaking around all assasin-like, pick-pocketing all the others you knew around the party.
You smirked a little, placed your drink on the coffee table and quietly went over to Alfred's side who was about to take from a sleeping Ivan his half-filled vodka bottle. When he got it and stuffed it inside, he turned himself and saw you standing behind him with a sly look.
Before he could say anything, you cut him off saying, "Dude, why didn't you let me be part of this?"
Alfred blinked slightly, but then he grinned devishly.
Soon, the two of you were sneaking around like theives and stolen lots of things from the others witho
India X Reader: Jaana (Part 4)India X Reader: Jaana (Part 4)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Today, Elizaveta awoke to find me panicking inside my closet. I was trying on different outfits and combinations of clothes so that I would look my best at Prem’s house. After all, I’d never met his family, so I wanted to make a good impression. My roommate decided to help me before she went home, and I ended up wearing one of my favorite formal outfits: black skinny jeans and a white, long-sleeved, button-up shirt, complete with a pair of black sandals. Professional, sure, but casual enough to look nice.
Recently, however, I couldn't help but wish for the relationship status I had with the Indian to be made into something… much more special, and that had certainly influenced me into wanting to look nice for Prem and his family. However, as I was driving to Prem’s house, that was only one of the many thoughts clouding my mind.
“So, what do you know about his family?” Elizaveta had asked me before I left.
“All I know is that he’s go
IndiaIndia8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alive with the scent of India
still lingering beneath the stale pine-
freshness of the airport the richness
of spice and salvation,
warm and solid and earthy.
You glowed with the heat of a sweaty sun
and the brightness of eyes
(the people you saved) blinking, new
at a shining world.
I stood before you and felt as pale
as the bandages in your big black bag.
india inkfor some reason shes dipped a paintbrush in ink, taking a thick oxhair brush and soaking it with a cheap replacement for india. you see, she says as she drags the brush across an enormous piece of banner paper, this is art.india ink6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
no its not!, you want to scream at her, because something in you is rebelling against this scarring of a clean white sheet, at this waste of ink and time. your fingers ache to rescue her brush.
the curve of her lip when she smiles at you is another name for irony: you know she isnt happy with you and the smile is a lie. she keeps smiling, though, maintaining the mask as she makes a dark slash across a white corner. your hands jerk, unconsciously.
art isnt only pictures, she tells you, beaming at you pleasantly. to you it looks like the leer of a barbarian. the falling ink makes round black dots on the edges of the paper, inappropriately perfect. art is expression of emotion. any expression.
HetaliaxReader That is my boyfriend- start“HAHAHAHA YOU DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND YOU ARE FOREVER ALONE” a girl yelled. Well damn. She was right. You never have a boyfriend once and you are going to graduate next year. Now every popular girl is going to make fun of you. But you did lie to them that you have a boyfriend once. They didn't believe you, but instead they make fun of you and pair you up with some creepy nerd from your class. You could just shiver from the thought you and him together. Ew...Gross snot from his nose and the weird thing he always said. Damn you want to hurry up and get a boyfriend fast!--HetaliaxReader That is my boyfriend- start2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I wish I could have a sexy boyfriend that can be protective and claim to everyone I am his property...” You whispered to yourself.
“Did I heard someone said they want a sexy boyfriend” A sexy man that is around the age 30 pop out of no where said.
“U-um...” You tried to say something but you don't know what to say
“Oh! So it was you am I right?” The sexy m
IndiaIndiaIndia3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The land of thrumming colours and sounds that make you want to laugh, dance, cry. It is the land of torrential, soul-quenching rain and heat too dry to feel. See, sunlight colours and air that sparkles with life. Where every day is another facet of the jewel that is India, the pearl necklace of the world. Elephants sway through dust in flight, flamingos soar over silken rivers filled with cruising crocodiles in the centre of a city, and the evening sky is purple with pink, luminous clouds like threads of the brilliant silk sold in market places and souks. Mopeds, and pearl coloured rice, and guns covered in rhinestones. Henna birds fly and flowers grow on brown skin, while a girl cries in the back alley. Beauty and hideousness. The scent of sandalwood and dung, dust and marble buildings that rise above the slums. Every blink another vision, every turn another world. Sharp snow on mountain peaks, tigers through trees. The heart breaking emptiness of a never-ending sky t