Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 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
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.
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.
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
England x Reader x Scotland: Choose the Drunk!England x Reader x Scotland: Choose the Drunk!3 years ago in Short Stories
Your phone vibrated in class. No one heard. You snuck a peek. It was from Arthur.
Arthur: Hello, love! Fancy a drive with me after class?
You smiled; he could be so cute sometimes.
Me: Sure, I'll wait for you by the big oak tree.
You were waiting by the tree for Arthur when you heard a powerful engine and the loud screeching of rubber burning on asphalt. It nearly surprised you when you saw a car appear in front of your eyes. But this car was not Arthur's. Arthur's car was a sleek black Rolls Royce, not a sporty yellow, American-made Corvette. You stared as the window rolled down to reveal a handsome man with fiery auburn hair and cool green eyes. "'Ello thare," he said with a heart-stopping Scottish accent and a devilish grin. "Min' tellin' me whit kin' ay ijot leaves a bonnie lass aw aloyn?"
You blushed. "Uh... actually, I'm waiting for someone... He'll be here any minute now."
He laughed. "Ye talkin aboot Arthur Kirklain? Son ay a huir, leavin' a lassie loch ye waitin'." You eye
Bleach-Arrancar x reader -Pocky game (Grimmjow)Grimmjow's version (/ovo)/\(ovo\) high five!Bleach-Arrancar x reader -Pocky game (Grimmjow)3 years ago in Short Stories
You found Grimmjow sitting on a rock outside Las Noches drawing something in the sand with a long stick. You hid the box of pocky behind your back and walk towards him acting natural.
"Oi, Grimmy. Whatcha doing?" you said as normal as you could possibly sound
"Stop calling me Grimmy, woman. What does it look like I'm doing? I'm bored, that's what!"
"Good. Then I bet you wouldn't mind playing a game I have instore." You smirked
"If it's that 'prank Syazel' game again then no thanks." Grimmjow replied.
"Meh, no way! It's a new game. it's called 'pocky'." You gave the box of pocky to Grimmjow.
"Where did you get that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Doesn't matter. Anyways, this is how you play: See this pocky stick? You bite this end of it and I bite the other. Then, we start eating the stick and whoever eats the most of the stick is the winner." You explained simply.
Salty Kisses: Castiel x Reader (oneshot)It was a ramen noodle kind of night.Salty Kisses: Castiel x Reader (oneshot)2 years ago in Short Stories
You'd been sitting in the bunker at one of the big oak tables for a few hours now. Books were laying open corner to corner as well as old documents and your personal notebook, where you were jotting down any information that was relevant to the current hunt Sam and Dean were on. None of you had ever seen this kind of monster before so you had to do some digging while the Winchester's went out to do damage control.
You wore an over sized flannel (courtesy of Sam) and some dangerously small denim shorts. Your stomach growled and you glanced up from your work to stare at the Styrofoam cup where your dinner was currently stewing in hot water. Your mouth watered and you started bouncing your leg, imagining how salty and delicious the stringy noodles were going to taste. You especially loved the tiny rectangles of freeze-dried carrot...
Unable to wait a moment longer, you pulled the cup toward you and tore the lid off the rest of the way. A cloud of steam
~Who to Betray~ Bertholdt x Titan-Shifter!Reader~Who to Betray~ Bertholdt x Titan-Shifter!Reader2 years ago in Short Stories
*WARNING: SEVERE SPOILERS AHEAD*
No. Nononononono. This isn't real. "Shut up," you said, breaking out into a cold sweat. Standing mere meters away from Eren, Reiner, and Bertholdt, you heard their entire conversation. They wanted Eren to run away with them. Not exactly uncommon, considering the state of the world at the moment. It was their reason for asking that chilled you to the bone. Reiner had just proclaimed himself to be the Armored Titan, and revealed Bertholdt, sweet, shy Bertholdt, to be the Colossal Titan.
Stepping towards them hesitantly on the top of wall rose, hands shaking and lips tight, you stared at Bertholdt with wide, (e/c) eyes. He was your friend, no matter how odd and quiet he was. But he was more than that to you. Unspoken words had lingered in the air about you two, as clear as day, yet never expressed. Was everything a lie? Did you fall in love with a master manipulator who only pretended to care? Looking away, feeling somewhat ashamed, you thought of your own
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
You're feisty, I like that! PrussiaxReaderYou're feisty, I like that! PrussiaxReader3 years ago in Short Stories
Oh boy, you already knew that emotions were confusing but this was just ridiculous.
I mean, come on.
Who even thought it was a good idea to have a crush on someone?!
*~Story time: Flashback~*
Freshman year in High school. You’ve never had a boyfriend before and you’ve never actually been in love before. Besides- no boy seemed to have a crush on you anyways, they weren’t really interested in you. And you weren’t interested in them.
That was until you met him.
Arthur was sweet, charming and handsome, but could be really hot-headed and short-tempered. Arthur wasn’t a genius in school, but he was average. He played guitar in a band with his cousin Alfred and some of his other friends. Moreover he was pretty good at soccer (or football like he used to call it). His messy blond hair covered part of his bushy eyebrows, but they were still pretty evident. Yet
Vampire Knight Kaname x Reader Chapter 1Vampire Knight Kaname x Reader Chapter 12 years ago in Short Stories
You sat in class, staring out the widow, wondering what you would do about your feelings for a certain Pureblood. He obviously liked Yuki, leaving no room for you.
Sighing, you decided to push those frustrating emotions away and vowed to give up on Kaname completely.
Once class ended, you went back to your room that you shared with no one, realizing now you would no longer have anyone to admire to make it through those dreary days. Oh well, you thought. The sun was starting to rise a bit, so you went to sleep, dreaming about the one you were supposed to be forgetting.
You woke up around three p.m., throat feeling a little dry. You knew what that meant, automatically grabbing the bottle of blood tablets and water glass on your nightstand and trudging to the bathroom.
You filled the glass with water, dropped two blood tablets in it, and drank. It wasn’t the most pleasant of drinks, but it worked wonders. You walked into the hallway, afterwards, and headed down the stairs to sit on
CursedCursed2 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
Heroes Vs. Villains memeRules:Heroes Vs. Villains meme6 years ago in Short Stories
1. You must use your original OC's
2. Credit me (Avalon620) and/or send me a link
3. Feel free to add any additional questions of your own to the quiz
1. First, chose five characters to be on the Hero's Team
2. Next, chose five characters to be on the Villain's team.
3. Both teams have elected a leader. Who is it, and why?
4. Characters 1 and 2 from each team face off. Describe the battle, and who wins.
5. In a game of wits, who would win, Hero #4 or Villain #3?
6. Hero #1 and Villain #1 are called to a challenge involving odorless and tasteless poison. Describe the challenge and who emerges victorious and who ends up dead.
7. Villain #4 and Hero #3 are called to a battle of strength. Each are given three weapons in which to use; A sword, a bow and ten arrows, and a strong oak staff. Describe the battle and who emerges victorious. What becomes of the loser?
8. Villains # 2, 4 and 5, and Heroes #3, 4 and 5 are cast out into the wildern
My SaraIf anyone survives the world's ending, I only want them to hear the truth. I know, if there is any history after this is over, she will not be remembered fondly. I cannot blame them. They didn't know her as I did.My Sara5 years ago in Short Stories
The moment we entered the world, we were engaged, tied to one another body and soul. We grew up together on the castle grounds, exploring, laughing, getting into trouble, just as all children do. My Sara had an all-consuming love of science, and of discovering the inner machinery of the world. She would take me through the castle courtyard, and show me the delicate spider-webs covered with dew, and the lacey wings she had plucked from a great fat bumblebee. Finches would build nests in the trees, and my Sara would carefully break open their eggs to examine the stages of the chicks' development. Many people would be pained to destroy innocent life for something as apparently trivial as knowledge for its own sake, but not my Sara. She looked beyond a single, pitiful life in sea
APH USUK- BreathlessAPH USUK- BreathlessAPH USUK- Breathless6 years ago in Short Stories
England pulled his dark green jacket closer around him. He always hated going home this way, through Germany.
But it would take even longer to go through France (considering France wouldn’t let him go all that easily), so he was just going to have to hope he wasn’t spotted.
No such luck.
He heard the German before he saw him, his quick, steady footsteps in those big black boots he wore. England caught his breath and slipped into an ally, then pressed himself against the wall.
The footsteps slowed, and England could hear his soft breathing. He stayed stock still.
Ice blue eyes gleaming in the darkness.
England gasped and tried to pull away, but Germany grabbed him by the collar. ‘I knew you’d be around here somewhere,’ he said quietly.
They glared venomously at each other for a moment, and then Germany threw England against the wall. England leapt back up, snarling, and Germany took a hit in the face, but he didn’t seem affected
Take Me Skyward (Link x Reader) Ch. IITake Me Skyward (Link x Reader) Ch. II2 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
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
This Is Why We Can't Be In LoveThe day we first met, she was naked. The empty gallery had turned the A/C off and she said, "it's hot, too hot for clothes," and she stripped down to skin. She was pink and raw from sunburn, shiny plasma peeking out of translucent cracks in her epidermis.This Is Why We Can't Be In Love3 years ago in Short Stories
"How many times have you done this today?" I asked her. "Also, hello."
I know I flushed pinker than her, fully clothed in my capris and navy fingerless gloves even though it was already July-- burning for her, because she didn't seem to notice her own skin.
She smiled, asked, "Am I beautiful?"
"I don't even know you."
"Okay," she said.
"I have to go," I said.
* * *
She was still naked, our second encounter. I was eating a blizzard in the Dairy Queen and she was sitting at the counter with the tall stools. I tried to avert my eyes, to focus on whatever was outside the window in the parking lot, but she caught my gaze in hers and trapped me. As I watched her, she grinned and twirled, bare feet on the linoleum floor,
.:Dark Kiss:. Ulquihime.:Dark Kiss:. Ulquihime4 years ago in Short Stories
I do not understand.
Smiling is a mere false show;
Crying, the product of the eyes' foul itch;
Anger, the worthless pretence of self-justification;
Gladness, the putrid writhe of chemicals in the gut;
Happiness, the dirty concoction that poisons with despair;
Love, a weak blood organ waiting to burst.
I do not understand these idle things, empty concepts as they are.
Void, I feel nothing, and nothing is what is necessary.
I do not understand.
The black night was pierced by the pallid glow of the white moon streaming through the barred windows of the vast edifice. Hanging frozen within the dark abyss, it was like a pendulum with whose string it had never once been connected. Its eternal presence seemed to mock the black wretches that crawled beneath its false light.
The colossal white palace of Las Noches was icy in its cavernous silence. It was as if no life had ever dared breathed within its walls. Not even echoes of the wind whispering in the wasteland surrounding the
Death the Kid x Reader: ForgivenessDeath the Kid x ReaderDeath the Kid x Reader: Forgiveness2 years ago in Short Stories
“(Y/N!!!)” A pissed off Death the Kid yelled at you. “YOU RUINED THE SYMMETRY!!!” He chased after you furiously, never able to catch up to you. You ducked inside a closet and tried to suppress your giggling. You had de-symmetrified his room.
“Where the hell did she go…” You hear him mutter to himself, snickering at his ignorance. “Maybe if I sense her soul…” You forgot about that small detail and tried to slowly open the closet door, only to have it creak slightly. He whipped his head around and ran towards you before you could get out. In an instant, you were pinned to the wall, closet door locked.
“I guess you caught me. Dammit…” You mutter.
“Now tell me…WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Kid snapped.
“I wanted to see your reaction, like usual.” You averted your eyes away from his and smirked to yourself, only making him angrier. He yanked your hair back and push