Brother! Prussia X Reader- Reddit's Better!You smiled when you saw you had ten new deviant watch messages. You click on one and begin reading it. Your brother, Gilbert, decides to pop in and looks over your shoulder at the reader insert you’re reading.Brother! Prussia X Reader- Reddit's Better!2 years ago in Short Stories
“Watcha reading?” You groan in annoyance. “Go away Gilbert.” School was bad enough today without your annoying brother bugging you. All you wanted to do was read your Hetalia reader inserts in peace.
“Geez schwester just wanted to see what you were doing.” He walks towards the door of your bedroom. You sigh in relief. Finally, peace and quiet.
“Reddit’s better.” You spin around in your chair to face your brother. “What did you say?” He grins. “I said, ‘Reddit’s better’.” He waves his phone, where the Reddit homepage shines mockingly at you.
You get up and stomp over to your brother. “Take that back!” You growl. Gilbert shakes his head. “Nope, Reddit is better!
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS3 years ago in Free Verse
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
Arguing With IdiotsWe all have our addictions. For some, it's smoking. For others, it's drinking. And for many others, it's porn. For me, it's arguing on the internetthe most fruitless endeavor since Sisyphus rolling a boulder up a hill.Arguing With Idiots4 years ago in Editorial
I don't know what compels me to argue. I guess it's this naive notion that, if you encounter someone with an incorrect belief and you provide them logic, reason, and evidence to the contrary, that they will abandon their belief. If that were the case, the world wouldn't be plagued with birthers, truthers, anti-vaccers, Keynesians, and other idiots with blatantly incorrect beliefs. You can lead an idiot to knowledge but you can't make them think.
So I know that arguing with people rarely changes their minds. So why do I persist with arguing? Do I derive pleasure from it? Hardly! If anything, it gives me grief. There's nothing more frustrating than knowing someone is demonstrably wrong, and even when you prove to them that they are, not only do they not admit it, but
Go the Buck to Sleep: A ParodyGo the Buck to SleepGo the Buck to Sleep: A Parody3 years ago in Concrete Poetry
The fillies nestle close to their mothers now
Tired creatures rest in a heap.
I'll tuck your little hoofsies in.
Please go the buck to sleep.
Ponyville snoozes in darkness, my darling
Not even the insects creep.
It's time to go to slumberland,
So go the buck to sleep.
The griffins above the clouds are tired out
And the fishes slumber in the deep.
Ponyfeathers, there's no way you're not tired!
Just get in your bucking bed, you'll see! Go sleep!
Rainbow Dash is snoring now
And Applejack is counting sheep.
Darn it, just shut up, no more,
And go the buck to sleep!
Fluttershy keeps her critters close.
They snooze without a peep.
I'm not getting you any cider now!
Just go the buck to sleep!
Pinkie Pie parties in dreamland now
The birds are too tired to cheep.
I'll send you to the moon, I swear,
If you don't go the buck to sleep!
Rarity works on her dress tonight,
It's looking trim and neat.
What the buck Rarity, not you too!
Cut the crap and sleep!
The manticore r
The Rotted Man (Nightmare!England x Child!Reader)The Rotted Man (Nightmare!England x Child!Reader)2 years ago in Horror
Author's Note: The poem is a bit gory. So please read with caution
When I was a child of only three
The Rotted man came for me
late one night from my open door
he slowly crept across the floor
Your hands fumbled with a stuffed rabbit toy. Its furry face staring right back at you as you sat up in bed. Mommy and daddy were fighting again. It was the fifth time this week. You covered your ears and closed your eyes, blocking out the screaming and the yelling. But, it was no use. Daddy's yell was loud, and it reached your ears through your little hands. You began to sniffle and let the tears roll down your precious face.
A tall, dark figure walked in. He was a man with shaggy blonde hair and dull-green eyes. Without a word, he stood in front of you, smirking.
he took me by the hand and said
I’ll save you from this life of dread
we left the house in the early morn
and took his carriage of blackened thorn
we rode for hours through thick dense
2P! America x Reader - Fear Of The Dark2P! America x Reader - Fear Of The Dark3 years ago in Short Stories
Afraid of the dark?
A crash of thunder caused her to sit up quickly in bed. [e/c] orbs wide, and heart racing. Her once sound sleep was disturbed by the storm outside, and the terrifying feeling of being watched. Her eyes swept across the room, a brief flash of lightning illuminated the room.
From what she could tell, everything was normal. Looking around once more, she noticed her closet door was open. Frowning, she tried to remember if she did in fact close it or not. Shrugging the thought off, she tossed her sheets to the side and got out of bed.
A loud crack of thunder rang and the young female stared at the window. She wasn't scared, just unamused at the fact that such a thing woke her. With a sigh, she slowly walked over to the closet.
A low click was heard as she closed the door, another sigh leaving her lips. Playing with the fabric of her nightgown, the girl made her way back to the warmth of her bed.
Stopping, the young [h/c]-ette looked at the doo
AwakenessDavid liked driving forklifts. He was the best forklift driver Constructech had. He never missed a pallet, and things always got where they needed to go in one piece. Working on the new SuperEnergy plant had been a particular treat for him. So many important and delicate pieces of equipment needed to be brought in, and David took care of them all. Not one load was dropped, misplaced, or forgotten.Awakeness11 months ago in Short Stories
It was this fact, above all else, that had allowed David to keep his job after the new Awakeness tests came out. IQ was a thing of the past. Awakeness tested for a person’s awareness of themselves, and their surroundings. Construction companies now wouldn’t take anyone with an Awakeness lower than 85 points. Workplace accidents had dropped significantly.
As David lined up another pallet for pickup, George the foreman sauntered over to him. Ever since receiving his score of 107, George sauntered everywhere.
“Watching the plant activation tonight?” George asked, leaning
[Feminism] Don't Spread the Disease.______________________________________________________________[Feminism] Don't Spread the Disease.2 years ago in Academic Essays
This is a response I wrote to the inquiring minds on the
"Why I need Feminism" poem. **Featured here on Devaintart..
Judging by the original poem and some of the interesting replies to it..
It seems that a lot of people don't actually follow Feminism.
IE: You all ask the question:
How can people "hate" feminism, when it stands for equal rights?
It's sad to say, but Feminism isn't about equal rights.. well, unless you're just
a coffee shop feminist or taking it at the value of only ONE of it's definitions.
If you actually read the books and watch the interviews with the women in charge
of your movement. Then you'll see Feminism for what it actually is and what it promotes.
IE: They believe in the Patriarchy, which not only labels men as "the pro
Whistle: A True Short StoryThree years ago, while my sister was walking home, something very strange--and disturbing--took place. Before I jump ahead of myself, however, I'm going to explain a few things.Whistle: A True Short Story2 years ago in Short Stories
We were 12 years old at the time, out in the suburbs of Illinois. Autumn had come, making everything brisk, and foliage and rooftops turn the color of fire. We lived not too far from our elementary and junior high school, which looked something like those little red schoolhouses you see in old films. Our apartment had three floors, and the only other person we lived with was my father. We'd moved in after my mother and father divorced. Neat little shrubs and hedges surrounded our complex. The park was only a walk away. Sometimes, we'd go there to play with friends. Our area wasn't heavily populated, and very quiet and clean. Our neighbors were mainly elderly folks, who would sometimes make small talk with my father.
Hardly anything out of the ordinary happened--all was well and good.
Now, before you assume abso
Matt x Reader .:.Valentines Day.:.Matt x Reader .:.Valentines Day.:.4 years ago in Short Stories
Happy Valentine's Day
Matt x Reader
You were playing Alice: Madness Returns and you were trying to find a faster way to beat the doll when your boyfriend, Matt, came and stood in your way. You paused the game and looked at him. "Still trying to beat the game, ______?" You sighed.
"Yea. I only have one rose left and I already spent my Hysteria on it. Stupid Colossal Ruin " You mumbled the last part.
"Well I was going to tell you that I had to go get some stuff today. I'll be
deviantART, Do you support it? Let's think for a moment. Would you want your government to take your personal information without your knowledge? I definitely wouldn't want that. But there are some people who support that notion. The bill CISPA (Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act) would allow the government to do that very thing. Not fair, right? I would not support this bill even if I was paid a million bucks. But that may not be true for you guys though. Who knows maybe after you finish this essay you would actually support the bill, but maybe not. As I go through this essay I will explain my reasons for why I disagree with CISPA, along with examples/evidence. I will also be giving the view of the people who agree with CISPA. You probably would be thinking. "Wait a second, who would agree with CISPA?" Well you'll find that out around the end of this essay. So now moving onto the essay!deviantART, Do you support it?4 years ago in Academic Essays
My first iss
So You Say/Real MenSo You Say/Real MenSo You Say/Real Men2 years ago in Free Verse
So you say you’re a feminist even though you’ve called your own girlfriend a bitch and worse
So you say you respect women as human beings while at the same time caring only about her curves
Real men know the beauty of a woman is in her soul and heart, this has been so since the dawn of time
Real men respect this untameable inner world and nurturing nature within every female’s mind
So you say nice guys don’t get laid, that women need someone to tell them what to do
So you say girls can’t think for themselves and are just brainless toys compared to you
Real men know women are smarter than men in many if not most ways, not to mention being wise
Real men respect the ladies in their lives and know to turn to them for advice, because girls have all been through more than guys
So you say the women in your own family don’t mean anything to you because they never did you any favours
So you say they just get in your way, and you don’
Meme Poetry 1The Amount of Internet Meme references is too damn highMeme Poetry 14 years ago in Free Verse
But I'm never gonna give you up
Because you are over 9000!
This is Sparta
Where Everyday I'm Shuffling
and My little Ponies be prancin'
Watch out, we are dealing with a bad ass over here
Because one does not simply say it's too mainstream
But hey, Haters gon' Hate
I do not always hate, but when I do
I simply reply "Why not Zoidberg?"
And ask "I can haz Cheeseburger?"
and nyan away into the deep depths of Rule 34....
Oh God Why??!?!?!?
It would be fun they said
It wouldn't gross you out they said
So I'm going to blame all of this on Aliens!
So now I'm asking "What What in the Butt?"
Thinking of how much "I don't want to live on this planet anymore."
Snape killed Dumbledore, after all...
Maybe this is all 1st world problems
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
except the Tardis, of course
Like a Boss
So yes, this is dog...
There is nothing to do here
all you can say is ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Romano x Reader x Italy - Valentine's Day Kissing.As the day turned night, the sky was filled with blasts of vibrant colors. Everybody from around the world came to see this moment; the Valentine’s Day fireworks social. Every year, they decide to host the social around the world. Last year was in New York City while this year it took place in Rome, Italy. (Name) decided to take two of her closest friends; Feliciano and Lovino Vargas.Romano x Reader x Italy - Valentine's Day Kissing.3 years ago in Romance
Lovino denied the invitation at first when Feliciano told him to go. Once he heard (Name) was the one who asked for both of them to go, he immediately changed his mind. Feliciano always knew Lovino had developed romantic feelings for (Name). Watching his brother love struck, he too started to grow a small crush for the lovely mistress. Both knew they each liked her. They never complained about it. (Name) was truly irresistible for the two brothers. They weren’t scared of asking her out, no. They weren't even afraid if she rejects them both.
They were both scared she would choose one over the o
The AsylumMy entire life I've always had a sort of obsession with the idea of insanity. I don't know why. I've always found the dark and the morose to be fascinating. I guess it's the thought of plunging down into a state where what happens in the real world and what happens in your head becomes undistinguishable that interests me so. Alone with only your inner darkness- your greatest fears and you. Something about it is just…. I don't know.The Asylum3 years ago in Short Stories
It's insane asylums that have always attracted my greatest attention. I don't mean the nice, normal hospital type of institutions we see now a days. I mean a full-on, classic insane asylum. Dark, cold, lonely. So much madness trapped in one place, the screams of the crazy coming from every corner of the building. I could always hear it in my head. I could practically see it when I thought hard enough. And all throughout my childhood, and even now in my late teens, I've always thought about it. While the other little girls would be drawing pictures of
Body Building When Doctor Frank saw the flyer on the back of the men’s locker room door he felt a sudden rush of excitement. He loved competitions, and this just happened to be something he excelled in. It would be foolish not to enter.Body Building9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Hurrying home, Doctor Frank went straight to his lab and pulled on his white coat. He selected only the best materials and parts from his private store and set to work. It took him almost a week of careful construction and attention to detail, but the sleepless nights had paid off. His creation was magnificent. A perfect marriage of form and function, with clean lines and that new modern feel everyone was so keen on. He knew the judges would be overjoyed. He was sure to win first place.
The day of the competition arrived and Doctor Frank made his way to the exhibition hall, wheeling his completed project along in front of him, unable to keep the grin off his face. A white cloth over his ent
In the Tide of the New MoonI found dreams in the phase of the new moon,In the Tide of the New Moon6 years ago in Free Verse
Visions vivid, bestowed upon me;
The face of the sky,
Freckled with stars.
Lost little one, wandering alone-
I can not let you fade,
I can help you today.
I know your burdens,
I know your pain;
Our woes are different,
But the abyss is the same.
Cold little one, stumbling through night-
I can help you with my words,
I will not let you fall.
You think there is no dawn,
My dream revealed me this;
Turn away from the demon
And experience the sun's golden kiss.
Raise your face to the sunrise, little one,
You must be strong;
The walk through the wastelands is trying,
But rewarding after all.
"And I'm still walking, too."
October 19th, 2009
MLP:FIM S3 E1 and 2 told entirely in rhyme.Our two parter begins in the city of Canterlot,MLP:FIM S3 E1 and 2 told entirely in rhyme.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Trouble? In Equestria? Perish the thought!
But the guards warn our princess and she seems quite alarmed,
She sends out a letter and hopes the newlyweds are unharmed.
After the opening we cut to the library,
Where Twilight makes faces and generally acts scary.
Twilight is (again) making a big deal of her test,
And of all their options Luna believes this isn't the best.
But Celestia explains the dire situation,
Of the crystal ponies and their king's forced abdication.
Her eyes go all black and she seems ready to turn,
But she soon reverts back and her pupils cease to burn.
Twilight then hopes her mark she won't miss,
and sings a song with Spike about not being ready for this.
They then inform the others and hop on the train,
Chugging off to the north and the crystal domain.
They arrive to find Shining Armor in a scene quite like Hoth
before running for their lives to remain out of the mad king's swath.
Arriving at safety they find that all
Colors?There's no more colors in this dayColors?6 years ago in Free Verse
All have faded, away
Washing back to grey.
I believe I've almost stopped caring;
But I can't quite give up,
For I cannot get out of this place.
Where have all the colors gone?
Grey sky eclipses all of my song-
My path seems so dismal, so long.
And what a grey loneliness I feel,
So distraught and so unreal;
I just want to see the green leaves
And the power to heal.
There's no more colors in the ocean
Turbid depths have stolen the sea's hymn;
Almost a sin.
But what is binding me here-
I've weathered through sorrow
And I cannot feel fear.
Oct 28th, 2009
The Chef's SurpriseThe Chef's Surprise2 years ago in Short Stories
My wife was a busy woman, always tending to her work before her duties as a spouse. She worked for a rather large financial corporation as the CEO, where as I was just a stay at home writer. We both were constantly consumed by our work and as you can guess, we hardly ever spent time with each other anymore, let alone had a home cooked meal but this was the ever growing norm in our lives.
She went to work and I stayed home, growing more annoyed at how she cared more about her damn job then she did about her own husband. We fought on and off about the subject of her taking less hours and spending more time at home with me, but that went in one ear and easily out the other. She would always say something along the lines of:
“These numbers won’t simply calculate themselves”
“A business isn't run efficiently without it’s CEO.”
She always made sure to remind that she brought home the money, what with me only having ever published one book. It was eviden