Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background5 years ago in Short Stories
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..3 years ago in Short Stories
This man had the most mesmerizing eyes you had ever seen. They were like fiery rubies, burning through your soul. He spoke in a soft tone, despite the harsh German accent. "Are you alright?" You looked up into his eyes, still captivated by them. He smiled softly and picked up your tiny body. "Zehre's von right here!" he shouted.
A group of soldiers crowded around you. You clung to the man's slender, milky white neck. "She doesn't look any older zahn ten," one of the soldiers reported after inspecting you a bit.
"Gut. Zehn I shall take her to zee camp," the man stated. "She can't shtay here like zihs." You watched as the soldiers stood firm and held their arms out in unison before turning and leaving to investigate the crumbling, war-abused city. "Vaht is your name, Kind?" he asked as he carried you back to camp.
"__-__________," you answered.
"Zaht is a Gut name, __________," he smiled. "You can call me Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt."
You smiled up at him. There was something almost too
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine3 years ago in Short Stories
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my thoughts, the soft breeze that caressed me sent goosebumps trailing along my skin, causing me to shiver. As I rubbed my arms, hoping for some warmth to reach them once more, my gaze wondered as I watched a form sit upwards, rubbing their head as if they had just slammed it into the cracked stone floor beneath them.
Curious as to see w
Half-Cat!England X ReaderHalf-Cat!England X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories
"Mommy we want cats!" your little sister (her name), pleaded to your mom in hopes she would get you both cats for Christmas.
"I don't know…" she mumbled and gazed down at both you and your sibling. Both of you used puppy eyes on her.
"Fine, but you two take care of them! I am not scooping any litter boxes! Got it?" she gave in. Both of you squealed and hugged her legs.
The three of you arrived at the animal shelter. You were led to the cat and kitten section. Your sister wandered over to the kittens and started cooing at them.
You, however, wanted a cat, not a kitten. You gazed at all the anxious felines in hopes one would catch your eye. You noticed a cat alone in the corner.
You walked over to it and it turned to face you. It was a Scottish fold, he had light brown, almost orange patches around his right eye and his tail. He sniffed your hand curiously before backing away.
"That little guy's shy around people. He had a mate and a few kittens. One of his kittens and mate got adopted.
Take Me Skyward (Link x Reader) Ch. IITake Me Skyward (Link x Reader) Ch. II3 years ago in Short Stories
"It's funny how you never realise how much you love a person until someone else gets them first."
There he was. He was standing right in front of you, gazing down at you with those annoyingly innocent blue eyes of his, arms folded across his chest as he waited for you to make a move.
You looked up slowly, (e/c) orbs trailing up his body until they came to settle upon his face. You instantly felt your brow crease and your eyes grow hard.
Link seemed to notice your intense glare and shifted his weight from one foot to the other almost nervously. His arms lowered to his sides and he frowned, no doubt wondering why he was receiving such a harsh stare. You exhaled loudly and pushed yourself up and out of your chair.
"Alright." You snapped, making sure not to even look at the poor boy when you spoke. "Let's get this over with."
You then began to walk to
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor4 years ago in Short Stories
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
Hannibal didnt invite me to dinner
Im not Divergent
Dwarfs didnt show up for an unexpected journey
I didn't get trapped in Storybrooke
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exciting to happen in my life
Hope to see you soon
Wings (Lucifer x reader)Wings (Lucifer x reader)Wings (Lucifer x reader)3 years ago in Short Stories
You lounged on the motel room bed with your legs crossed at the ankles with a book in your hands. A knock on the door startled you making you drop the book as you leapt to your feet out of instinct but when you opened the door it was more of a shock. Standing on the other side was Lucifer, a concept that to anyone else would have terrifying but not to you considering you had been seeing each other for a while now. Lucifer was leaning against the doorframe with sweat rolling down his face plus he appeared to be breathing heavily.
“Lucifer, are you alright?” You asked him after looking him quickly up and down
“I…I just need…a place…to rest” Lucifer panted out as he pushed off the doorframe. You stepped aside as he moved to brush past you but swayed slightly in the doorway.
“Lucifer! Are you sure your alright?” You asked Lucifer as you placed a hand on his chest and another on his upper arm to steady him.
CursedCursed3 years ago in Short Stories
Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.
He only had one problem: He was cursed.
At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to have had a bad day.
Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.
That was until his thirteenth birthday.
The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched him next.
Lucky for him the changes were quite slow, depending on how long he was touched by someone. But it basically ruined his social life, since hed never know, when he would see a hot girl, which might trigger the curse.
Until now Timo had been able to keep his secret, since the transformation would reverse after fifteen minutes. At least if he wanted to, w
:.PrussiaxReader: You're Cute When You Blush.:Labor Day. Also known as the official last day for a summer blowout before it was time to return back to school or work. You had wanted to spend that last day by the seashore, by yourself, with no one around to bug you. It seems all summer, you were bugged to death by your childhood friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He had pestered you 24/7 to go out with him and his "posse" to anywhere from a bar to a strip club. You weren't one to drink or look at half naked women flaunt their bodies in front of perverted men, so you declined to all of his invites. All you did during the summer was hang out with your best friend, Elizabeta.:.PrussiaxReader: You're Cute When You Blush.:3 years ago in Short Stories
You walked down the shoreline, staring out at the magnificent blue seas that rippled with waves. The salty air blew through your (h/l)(h/c), draping behind your shoulders. A smile was dancing on your plump pink lips. You had never felt this relax before in your life. You tried to relax and ease your mind, but Gilbert would constantly blow your phone up with incoming ca
Death Is PatientThe week before her birth a large black dog, The Grim, wondered the woods surrounding the village. The people of the village, particularly the parents, hid in their homes in fear from dusk till dawn. No children played outside during this time, no young lovers met in the woods. All moved quickly to their destination, fearful that the Grim would take them if they dallied too long even in the brightest times of day. But all knew that Death could wait and would win its prize in the end.Death Is Patient5 years ago in Short Stories
On the seventh day of the Grim's appearance, the baby girl was born and her parents locked her away in the center of their small home. Far from doors and windows the parents did lay her, fearful that Death would snatch their first child away before dawn broke. They locked and barred the doors and windows and had the village holy man bless the house and child.
The first night of the child's life, Death, still in the form of the Grim, scratched at the door and walls of the young family's home. He howled and
Alois X Reader: Request 1Alois X Reader: Request 14 years ago in Short Stories
You walked to the front of the old mansion, very unsure on how exactly this visit would turn out. Alois Trancy... Your father's business partner's son. He had reappeared out of nowhere, along with a strange butler. There were some skeptics that whispered about how this was not the real Alois, but some imposter that just so happened to reveal himself just before Lord Trancy's death. Being here several times in your life, you knew the deceased noble. He was vulgar, vile, and disgusting in your opinion. He was just lucky he inherited his family's companies and that he was good at business, or else you would have kicked him to the curb with all the impolite passes that he made to you when you visited. You were only thirteen for crying out loud! What kind of pedophile of a man was he anyway? You silently prayed that his son was nothing like him...
"It's just a couple of days... Just a few. Then you can go back home, and never have to do this again..." you said to yourself, trying to relax a
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)3 years ago in Short Stories
As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.
"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."
Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're there?"
Mrs Casket stopped in her tracks and raised the lantern. Her hair was pinned back and greying at the temples. In the dull light her eyes looked almost black, glittering like a beetle's shell. Viola half-expected them to scuttle around her face at any moment, disappearing between the creases of her skin.
"You doubt yourself, my girl," Mrs Caske
Shimeji!Japan x ReaderShimeji!Japan x Reader4 years ago in Short Stories
You are home alone with nothing to do. You sigh of complete and utter boredom. You rested a hand upon your cheek as you were searching for something to do on the Internet. You listened to one of your favorite *type of music* song as you were chatting with an online friend. You two were just talking about one of your favorite animes called Hetalia Axis Power/World Series. Your ultimate favorite character is the one called Japan or his human name, Kiku Honda. You have almost everything with him, posters, pictures, some drawings you made, and even as your wallpaper for your computer. Your friend has told you about this program that can put chibi versions of characters on your desktop called shimejis. Once you heard that there was a Japan shimeji, you got awfully excited and looked everywhere you could on the Internet. Your friend send you the things that you needed first to even have them working. You downloaded everthing that you needed and was all set to get your shimeji Japan. Once you
Give the Moose a Muffin: Sam x Reader (oneshot)The air was thick and sweet and smelled like a bakery. You were leaning against the kitchen counter in the bunker, reading a book in one hand and nursing a mug of tea in the other. Things had been so hectic lately with the search for Abaddon not going so well. Sam and Dean had been hunched over in the main hall doing research all week and coming up dry. As if a Knight of Hell running around wasn’t stressful enough, the King of Hell was currently locked up in the basement. There was too much pressure on all of you to perform and the bunker’s atmosphere was saturated with tension. But today, you decided, was going to be a chance to unwind a little. You couldn’t carry on with the weight of the world on your shoulders. You were all human; you could only take on so much responsibility before collapsing under the strain.Give the Moose a Muffin: Sam x Reader (oneshot)2 years ago in Short Stories
You’d convinced Dean to buy these boxes of muffin mix months ago and you decided now was the perfect time to use them. All you had done was add the e
Reunion english translationReunion english translation4 years ago in Short Stories
Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!
Once again, a well done job!
A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayish taste of daily life.
It also enables me to keep a permanent link with my characters, to create new ones and to give them a 'real' life without having to draw a comic.
I like the interactions created when role playing, and when the characters interact well that is all the inspiration I need to take a pen and start drawing non-stop.
BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the other four who were entering as judges and jury to their crimes. The two of them stood in the center of a large room; a semicircle of a table was before them with each of the victors sitting in a seat. America and Russia sat side by side in the middle while France was to the Right of the Eastern European Country, and England sat to the right of his fBroken5 years ago in Short Stories
Proxy PledgeI am a Proxy.Proxy Pledge3 years ago in Short Stories
I live only to serve.
You are my Master.
I will fight and die for you.
I am willing to accept
that my normal life is over.
I know that I cannot
return to how I was.
I will accept
any mission without question.
I will complete
any mission without fail.
I will accept my partner
no mater who he is.
I will not question
why I have been given one.
I cannot question.
I will not disobey.
I am aware that I can be replaced.
I do not expect kind treatment from my master.
I am not human, nor am I a demon.
I am a Proxy.
And I'm here to serve you.
Got Milk ?Got Milk ?5 years ago in Short Stories
Michelle had the Sundays paper in her hands looking through the want adds in a big brown Lazy-boy recliner. She wore a white tank top and tan shorts that shoed off nicely the curves of her well endowed body. Michelle was a knockout with long light brown hair but that didn't seem to matter for she still didn't matter, for she still didn't have a job. The unemployment checks were soon to run out, and the rent was going to be coming due soon.
The door to the small apartment swung open, and a perky looking dark brown hair to her shoulders came in, yet she still looked weary. Michelle never looked up, but said to the girl, " Hi Jenny, any luck ?" Jenny took off her jacket and set it on the wooded coat rack near the door. She too was a attractive woman, but not as well endowed as Michelle. She plopped down in the old couch on along side the recliner. She wore a white blouse, with a long black skirt and high heels. Jenny closed her eyes and leaned her head back and said, "Nope, I m
Ouran High School Host Club Mori x ReaderOuran High School Host Club Mori x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories
Sighing, you gathered your things and left the classroom. Class was especially boring today and all you wanted to do was sleep, but you knew that in order for you to stay in this school, you would have to study, whether you liked it or not. Pushing back your tiredness, you headed for the Third Music Room. Noises didn't bother you, so you didn't stress about the loud chatter circling the room.
Finally arriving at your destination, you entered, automatically walking to the table that Tamaki reserved for you. The both of you got along quite well, though sometimes he could be annoying. You had no romantic feelings for him, knowing that he loved Haruhi. The person that you liked was Takashi Morinozuka, his tall, dark and handsome persona instantly drawing you to him, like a moth to a flame.
Mori didn't know about this, of course, and that’s how you intended to keep it. You didn't tell Tamaki about it either because you knew he would try to hook you guys up. That’s what you wante
Love is WarLove is War4 years ago in Short Stories
La journée s'était envolée aussi rapidement qu'un oiseau effrayé, plongée en pleine effervescence et joyeux préparatifs. Les bonnes nouvelles du front avaient redonnées du coeur à la population. L'envie de s'occuper des préparatifs du rituel d'été ressurgissait, maintenant que Lliane était de retour au palais. Nombres de soldats profitaient d'un peu de repos pour jouer les héros et se trouver une amie d'un soir, avant que bientôt les hostilités ne reprennent, et que les hommes se battant encore sur le front Est ne reviennent pour se faire remplacer. Pour ceux qui reviendraient.
Calé contre le dossier de son siège, Will jouait avec son verre depuis un moment. Il regardait les allées et venues, les serveuses de l'établissement perchées sur des escabeaux pour accrocher fleurs et lampions, se faisant chahuter au passage par les clients et les soldats dans une bonne ambiance décomplex
Birthday Wishes TgBirthday Wishes Tg6 years ago in Short Stories
Neon couldn't sleep, it was the day before his 17th birthday and he couldn't wait. He wasn't usually this excited, and he didn't even know why. Yes he could buy cigarettes and other things, but he didn't even smoke. Maybe it was the fact that he thought he was finally becoming an adult and growing up. All he knew that this was going to be a big day for him.
When he woke up the next morning, he ran down the stairs where he met his brother sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. "Happy birthday" he gurgled while trying to eat his breakfast at the same time. "Thanks" Neon replied, while sitting down to have his breakfast. After a couple of minutes Neon's mum walked down the stairs, "There's the birthday boy," she said with a large smile on her face "look at him all grown up" she also commented, she walked up to him an gave him a huge hug. "Thanks Mum" he replied, "so where are my presents" he asked trying to be polite as possible, but his excitement overran him. "There