Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 More Like This
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
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Reunion english translationReunion english translation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Family First - CastielxReader (Contest Entry)Castiel twisted the blade in the witch's chest and withdrew it quickly, his sharp blue eyes following the body as it dropped. He looked up at (Name) and noticed your attention was taken by something else. Two small human children stood before you, too large clothes draped over the small bodies.Family First - CastielxReader (Contest Entry)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"(Name)?" Castiel's voice was loud in the silence of the warehouse where the witch had been performing her rituals only moments before.
"I think we need a holiday." You muttered looking down at the young versions of Sam and Dean, the last victims of the witch's spell.
The spell lasted three days so you called Bobby and informed the older hunter of your intentions while Sam and Dean were unable to hunt. The hunter was pissed to say the least but having a pair of seven year olds, who were currently chasing each other around yelling about demons, hunting was an accident waiting to happen.
Finally, with not much help from Castiel, (Name) got the two boys strapped in the car both clad in
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
The Troubles of DatingThe Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)The Troubles of Dating4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though.
And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I had gotten during our after-movie dinner at Alessandro's. Passionately interested 70s music, loving long walks in the wild, preferred old-school horrors to the film we'd just seen which we both agreed was tragic. All in all, we seemed to go along quite nicely. After finishing our capricosa, I led her to the car thinking this might as well have been
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 More Like This
"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,
Take Me Skyward (Link x Reader) Ch. IITake Me Skyward (Link x Reader) Ch. II2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"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
Cat!Canada X ReaderMatthew was all on his own. A tiny kitten no one noticed. Starving, cold and injured, he managed to find shelter from the rain in a cardboard box.Cat!Canada X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matthew coughed and tried to clean his fur. He was weak from hunger and fatigued. He began closing his eyes when he saw a figure approach him. If it was a dog, may it end him quickly. If not, maybe it was an angel, his time might've been up. He meowed with the last of his strength before collapsing.
You were walking home in the rain. No umbrella, all you could do was run home. You passed by an alleyway. You heard meowing and you froze. You looked down the alley to see a cardboard box. Inside was a little white kitten with cream colored fur around his neck and tail. He was barely breathing. You quickly shed your jacket and picked him up. You ran home in the pouring rain as you clutched the little feline close to you for warmth.
"Hang in there little guy" you muttered and quickly ran inside your house. You set him down and began cle
Afterlife:Persephone and HadesAfterlife:Persephone and Hades4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There should have been fire. She was definitely expecting there to be blazing red fire, tortured souls, and Cerberus foaming at the mouth. Instead as she descended, trepidation eating away at her, she was surrounded by iridescent milky light filling a void of darkness. She clung to the stony wall as she continued slowly down the circling steps taking in the scene before her. Looking forward she was surprised by the layout before her. She paused for a moment taking in the landscape. Directly ahead of her was a forest of luminously vibrant trees. Leading from the steps and through those lustrous trees was a road of an almost opulent onyx color. She turned her head to the side searching for others or for any signs of movement and found none. And yet she had the distinct feeling she was being watched. Swallowing audibly she continued forward down the winding steps and onto the onyx road. Only then did she realize how she was dressed.
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 fBroken4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wizard of OzWomen fighting over red shoes -- predictable.Wizard of Oz5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Love is WarLove is War3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
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 More Like This
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.
Ticci Toby X Reader - Five Hundred MilesTicci Toby X Reader - Five Hundred Miles1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
What? Author-chan's writer's block has been cured? IT'S A MIRACLE! Be sure to take my poll-thing to vote for your favorite Creepypasta~.
By the way, my OCs are gonna be in here~. There's only two so don't worry. If you'd like to see what they look like please click the links in the description~.
Ticci Toby X Reader - Five Hundred Miles
It was a normal day at the manor. Or so you thought... You were currently sitting in your room, minding your own business. Reading a book or whatever when you heard loud yelling come from downstairs, aka the first floor.
"BUT I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES!"
The voice sounds like it's going up stairs, the running of feet confirmed your thought.
"AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MORE!"
"JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKED FIVE THOUSAND MILES!"
The closer the voice gets you can kinda tell who it is...
"TO END UP AT YOUR DOOR!"
Oh dear... It's Toby. Just as you think that, Toby bursts into your room shoutin
Rin Okumura X Reader One Shot-You're not a MonsterIt was 6:00 A.M. sharp that you woke up this morning. You had gotten ready and prepared, a book of scriptures at one side and a bag of other supplies you thought you might have needed on your back. Now you were standing outside of Rin and Mr. Okumura’s dorm. It was pair mission day, a day where each exwire in class gets paired up with a fellow classmate and sent on a day-long mission. Pairs were given at random and somehow you ended up with Rin.Rin Okumura X Reader One Shot-You're not a Monster2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have minded at all, considering you had a crush on him since you first enrolled in the cram school at True Cross academy. However, a few days ago you learned first-hand of his special bloodline that he shared with Satan when he unsheathed his sword on a mission. Everybody in class seemed to already know about Rin’s relations, however you were oblivious. You ran away at first sight. Now that you looked back at it, you felt really bad. But you were terrified, and you still kind
A Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 4 Bryan eagerly un zipped his suitcase, his skin just itching with excitement that had him shaking all over body. Selena Watched him closely chuckling as she watched her Human Son unzip his carrying case and was just as eager herself wanting to see Bryan's Belongings and Treasures. Bryan finished un zipping the suitcase and threw the opening compartment wide open, and what he saw filled him with excitement and joy. Bryan saw all sorts of his stuff that still were within the case that were messy and tossed around due to the fall from the bridge but most were not barely phased from the crash. The Boys's belongings included a small number of clothes. T-Shirts, Shorts, a Swimsuit, a Towel 5 pairs of Socks and Undergarments inside numerous bags. Bryan Took his clothes out of his case and put them right next to it so he could see what else he had in it. He further continued taking more thingsA Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
:.EnglandxReader: Love Story.:We were both young when I first saw you.:.EnglandxReader: Love Story.:3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.
You stood on your bedroom balcony, staring out at the purple majesty. It was a warm summer evening. You smiled to yourself. It was only a few days before the Great Ball and you knew that was a time where you would have to pick out a prince to marry. You always wondered what would happen if you loved someone who wasn't a prince. Your father never told you and neither did your mother, who had deceased a few months ago. As you sighed, your breath being carried away by the nighttime breeze, you noticed a man walking along the path that stretched all the way around your kingdom. He had a mess of blonde hair and wore an odd green outfit. It was too dark to tell, but you could have sworn his eyes were the color of the grass he walked on.
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello,"
Little did I k
The Eyes of the Painted HeiressOnce upon a time, in a country that was prosperous, and settled many miles away from the sea, an heiress to the throne was born. She was blessed in having soft hair of a deep brown colouring; tiny beauty marks that rarified her skin at intervals; and eyes the exact blue of the night sky, which had been bequeathed to her from her dear father, the King. She was both impressive and endearing, in the ways she moved and spoke as she grew older, so that the Queen esteemed her the prettiest rose of all the ages, no matter that she was still a long while away from blooming.The Eyes of the Painted Heiress3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Years passed since her birth and the rejoicing that it caused, each following the one before it in rapid succession, until the Heiress had grown into a beautiful young lady of seventeen, and time seemed to slow down once more. The King and Queen were both unspeakably in love with their daughter, so that they wanted her life to be filled with only gifts and things to be grateful for, and the latter, one day noticing that she
Proxy PledgeI am a Proxy.Proxy Pledge2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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.