Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of Ravens. Crow-Runner. The Blackbird King.
I pull on my winter boots, knot the coarse laces.
My little brother asks, 'Cam. Where are you going?'
'Out,' I tell him.
'To play in the snow?'
'To look at it.'
When he was born, my little brother was named Taliesin. His is a world without myths, of course. Such things perished in the great f
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
And how many dogs do I have?
Two, he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.
Im trying to save you, she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. So you dont wa
Besame -Kiss meBesame -Kiss me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. Is property of Hiromu Arakawa, Square Enix, Funimation, and Aniplex
She grabbed his hand desperate. She only wanted to delay him a little bit more. He turned to see her surprised. Before he could even say something she kissed hi
Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap10Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warm shafts of sunlight penetrated through the entrance of the medicine cat's den. Long thin grass had spread along the entrance, swaying and dancing with every passing breeze. It nearly covered the entire hole, only allowing little strings of light to flicker over the beautiful white's pelt. Cleansoul woke with a sour taste in her mouth, and as she inhaled in a yawn, she found herself choking under so much heat. The she-cat wasn't used to such heavy weather. During her kithood, she thought that twolegs could control the weather. It was never too cold nor too hot in her twoleg's nest. Everything was so different now. There were no twolegs to control the weather anymore, she'd have to endure whatever the forest threw at her. But when she inhaled again, she ended up coughing violently. Suffocating, but not from the heat this time; the strong smell of herbs filled the medicine cat's den, overtaking all other smells.
This boiling temperature must have dried most of the herbs up, she
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"Introductions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
Hate Me... Please~~Hate Me... Please~~Hate Me... Please4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want to scream at you
Even though you didn't do anything
I want to sew your lips together
when you happily smile at me
I want to kick you down
After you've picked me up
I want to shut your eyes forever
So I don't have to see them glint with hope
I want to make you cry
When you dry up all my tears
I want to tell you that I hate you... but I can't
Because you love me and you would die if I left
So the thing I want most in the world
Is for you to hate me
Maybe then I wouldn't feel so bad
GermanyxReader You smiled, sketching in the auditorium way past after school at play practice. You are a very studious girl who usually ended up day-dreaming into her own fantasties in your drawings.GermanyxReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were waiting for the rest of the cast and crew to show up for practice. You didn't really notice people filter in as you sketched the new student, Ludwig.
You hated to admit that you did like him. He was popular and probably a stuck-up jerk like the rest of the popular kids were. Sighing in dismay, you closed the sketchbook up and pushed the led back into the mechanical pencil.
Drawing was one of your many talents. While you weren't the best, you were above average. You could also sing, act and play the piano just a bit.
Taking one look around, you noticed a bunch of people sitting together and chatting while you sat out. You smiled a bit as one of your friends noticed and hailed you over,"I'm comming!" You call back before grabbing your thi
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
Guide to Gakuen Hetalia: AmericaGuide to Gakuen Hetalia: America3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Alfred F. Jones (United States of America)
Continent: North America
Height: 5' 10"
Age: 19 (appearance)
Hair Color: Blonde
Special Hair Feature: Cowlick
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: American (Obnoxious), full of energy, talkative, the "hero", and isn't afraid to speak his mind.
Family: Brother-Canada Mother-Native America
Friends: England, Japan, Seychelles, Belarus, Tony (alien), and Ukraine
Sexiness Meter (1-3): Broke the scale
Favorite Food: Hamburgers; fast food
Fun Fact: If you can measure how long the state of Florida is, you will know how long Alfred's "vital regions" are.
Surprising Fact: Can eat a lot and can barely gain any weight.
Extra: Wears glasses
The hero is writing you a letter! Booyah! Well, I just wanted to say that I know I'm sexy, I know I'm the hero, and you are all welcome to come to Florida on one condition: make me hamburgers!
-Alfred F. Jones
Complicated. Popular!Prussia X Bullied!Reader.Complicated. Popular!Prussia X Bullied!Reader.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Contest entry for http://katmarie13.deviantart.com/journal/Contest-360596741
Curse words will be filled in with one of (*)
Complicated by Avril Lavinge.
The cold wind blew against you, your (h/c) hair blowing into your face. You stood on the ledge ready to take the last jump.
This was it, you were done. What was the point?
You let your feelings out and let the knew how you felt. Yet, did they do anything but listen. Did he?
How you did you get into this situation?
Lets back up about.....two days ago...on a Thursday to be exact....
You were just walking to your school. Just strolling by nice huge houses or should I say mansions. You were walking from the only on the corner of the street. Your neighborhood was a rather rich neighborhood. A lot of businessmen, lawyers, doc
100 Themes Art Challenge100 Themes Art Challenge100 Themes Art Challenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
13. Mother's love
15. Phone Call
24. Water Nymph
25. Bad Priest
31. Black Board
32. Long dress
34. Creamy Wash (It's facial foam that will turn into a creamy thing when used. If you have no facial foam like this in your place/city/country, just change it to regular facial foam.. = =
38. Little girl
46. Angel of Aurora
53. Love in the air
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
How to Comment on dA1. LOL Subjective If you don't like something, even if the person put time, effort, and thought into it, it isn't art. To further assert this truth, be sure to go to the person's deviation and/or main page to tell them that you think their work isn't art because you don't like it.How to Comment on dA4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Hydra Stuck in an argument? Feel like you're losing or the other person is making points that are too logical for you to even attempt to debate against just fucking silly to you? Re-jump into the same argument using a double account. Two heads are better than one, right? So two accounts must make your side all the more valid. If you can make an account where no one can guess that it's yours, all the more bonus points for you and your craftiness at hiding yourself on the internet. If you're -that- clever online, you must surely be a master ninja in real life. Additionally, telling the person the same thing using a different account name ensures that they see your side of things more cle
Jeff The Killer x Reader Part 1 You checked the calender above your bed, drawing a star on the 11th of September, Your birthday. Only a few days to go.Jeff The Killer x Reader Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No school today because it was Labor day weekend.
Getting out of bed you went straight to the shower, then got dressed in a soft black tank top, (f/c) cardigan sweater and black skinny jeans. Heading downstairs and into the kitche you listened for your mother who would usually be in the kitchen cooking breakfast by now. But you heard nothing.
"Mom?" You called.
She was probably at her friend Celeste's house watching boring musicals from the 70's and drinking tea.
You sighed and opened the cabinet, pulling out a box of Lucky Charms.
Thats when you noticed the note on the refrigerator. You pulled if off and read:
HEY __________ I'M DOWN AT THE PARK WITH CELESTE. YOU TOOK TO LONG TO WAKE UP.
YOU CAN MEET US DOWN THERE IF YOU LIKE. DONT FORGET THE KEYS ON THE TABLE.
The Surfer and the Merman CH 1The Surfer and the Merman CH 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was beautiful, sunny day in Cayucos, California. However, even the perfect weather couldn't improve the mood of one of the local residents as he gloomily walked across the sand. Surfboard in his hand, he stared out into the horizon, his natural blonde hair blowing in the wind. He then realized that he was the only person on the beach, which just made him feel worse. He felt so alone lately, ever since summer began. His parents had left him for a whole month to go visit relatives who lived a few states away. The poor surfer couldn't go with his parents because he had to take summer school classes.
"Fucking Econ...." He grumbled to himself.
The poor highschooler didn't even have any friends to help him with his loneliness. Besides his good looks and likeable personality, he was painfully shy and only had a few friends. And those few friends happened
what y0u l00k like- SolKarwhat y0u l00k like- SolKar3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes you like to pretend you aren't blind.
You like to close your hollow eye sockets, take deep breaths, and imagine that you are on Prospit, with your friends.
Sometimes, instead, you just lapse into memories. Like that one time you and Karkat laughed hysterically, slumped over one another after Eridan stepped on a horn, tripped over the one-wheel device and fell on his face.
You remember back to fun days spent excavating with Aradia, back when you were just barely five sweeps old. You remember finding the skeleton of what you both instantly assumed to be an ancient scalebeast, but ended up being regular troll remains.
You remember when Karkat came over to your hive for the first time and you kicked his ass at every game you owned, laughed through his tantrum, and gave him a big hug when he apologized for almost wrecking your mainframe. You liked this memory the best, because you alway
I'm coming out: I'm straightMom? Mum? Can I talk to you?I'm coming out: I'm straight6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took a deep breath. Guys? I dont really know how to say this but, I think Im heterosexual.
The room went silent. Mum looked up from our satanic bible and pursed her lips. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and slap me. In a tight voice, she said, You know how we feel about heterosexuals. We raised you to be
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.The Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquisitively.
"It's one of her emotions. This doesn't attack the same way that normal diseases do, there are all sorts of different symptoms. Right now, she is sad and the only way that I know how to explain it is that she is feeling down."
"What do you mean by down?"
"Her emotions can best be described as ones that are upwhen she is feeling good, and
i keep looking.wanted:i keep looking.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
a boy with dark hair and bright eyes with a smile that'll drop my stomach to my feet. a boy that says his heart feels more full when he's holding my hand and will tell me how my eyes remind him of the ocean at night because somehow the water looks deeper when cast in milky, silver light. a boy that'll laugh at the way i wrinkle my nose when i'm confused and will tease me because he knows i like nothing more than to be harassed. one that'll throw me over his shoulder and throw me fully clothed into the pool, that'll call me ridiculous, that'll roll his eyes and sigh. one that'll secretly love the fact that i'm a mess because it keeps things interesting.
a boy that respects the fact that i lay down boundaries but likes to steal kisses around them anyways. a boy that messes up my hair when i'm not looking and bites my lip when i'm not paying attention. a boy that doesn't need me, but wants me all the same. one that has a life of his own but has room to fit me in at his sid
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