Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background3 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
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine1 year 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
A way to shut you up! AmericaXReaderA way to shut you up! AmericaXReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"NONONONONONONOON~ FUUUUUUUCK! SHIT YOU FUCKING SON OF A WARARARARARAR~"
_____ laughed as she watched her best friend ,Alfred, scream at the computer as he played a custom story of "Amnesia" . He seemed to like the game but also get the shit scared out of him when he played -not to mention his cute outbursts when he's trying to run away from uh whatever those things were.
"NOOOO! RUN LIKE A BOSS! RUN LIKE A BOSS! RUN! RUN!!" Alfred cried out smacking him keyboard like crazy. ____ couldn't help but to hold her gut as this scene played through. She watched as he stared at the screen intensely yelling out random gibberish. _____ held in giggles as he flipped the keyboard when the screen went black saying "you have to carry on "
"I DON'T WANNA FUCKING CARRY ON!!!" Alfred yelled slumping in his chair and giving a childish pout. _____ busted out in a giggle fit once more. He looked over at her with that same pout. "You think it's funny?" he asked. She cau
I'm your kitty, babe!I'm your kitty, babe!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(A/N: in this you're both 12 years old, but like the innocent type, not the type in today's generation -.-'')
I watched her slump in her desk as she buried her face into her arms nuzzling her sleeves slightly. I furrowed my eyebrows realizing what was wrong, ____ was upset. Sure I'm stating the obvious but this wasn't an exception. _____ was never and I repeat- NEVER upset! She's always happy and smiling, like me! The Hero! B-but never mind that! ____'s the topic here.
I walked up to her, painting on my awesome heroic smile and sat across from her. "Hey ____!!!" I cheered happily. She looked slowly peeked up from the desk with her glossy (e/c) eyes . "Hi " she mumbled before looking back down. I frowned. What happened to a 'HEY ALFIE!' that I would always get? What happened to the big hugs that she'd give me that usually failed because she was soo tiny? Gee- I sort of missed them.
I tilted my head as I leaned down on my hands planting my elbows on the desk with
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor2 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
Lazy days - Dave Strider x ReaderLazy days - Dave Strider x Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was one of yours and Dave's "lazy days".
More like he pretty much crashed at your place at 1 a.m in the morning and now both of you are too tired to move.
So here you were just sitting on your bed staring at your walls that were covered in posters with Lights and Paramore. Everywhere.
Seeing as this wasn't getting you guys anywhere , you turned to Dave, heavily lifted your arm and grasped the Striders shades; hey, you were a curious chick. Unfortunately with Dave's fast reflexes he snatched your wrist faster then you could even process what time it was.
"Dave, I've known you for like, ever. Just let me see." You blew a strand of hair from your eyes.
"No way man. These glorious eyes are too much for you." Dave smirked, breathing out a single syllable chuckle.
"Daaaaaavvvveeeeeee. What's the worst that could happen?" you whined. Dave turned his head to you slowly.
He said in a low but smooth voice; "your ovaries would explode."
You frowned before rolli
Nekotalia GilbertxReaderNekotalia GilbertxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were lying in the sun, warming your (h/c) fur. You heard some commotion in the near by yard. 'Master won't be mad at me if I'm the far...' you thought. You got up and stretched out, fixing you ears and collar. You jumped onto the rim of the fence and looked into the neighbor's yard. A white tom was teasing another cat. You mewed at them and both looked up at you.
"Why are you up there?" Asked the white tom.
"Well I heard something so I wanted to known what was going on..." You looked at his red orbs with your (e/c) ones.
You leaped down from to the fence and trotted to the cats. The other stared at you.
"Hey aren't you the Austrian's pet?" She asked.
"oh, Why do you ask?" You meowed.
"Well you look like one of those sophisticated cats that he would own..."
"Hey lay off!" The tom hissed.
"Well she needs to back to the fancy life and leave us toms alone!" he hissed back.
The white tom walked up to you and whispered in your soft ear.
"Come with me.. This is starting to get ugly.."
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)2 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
Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..1 year 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
Wizard of OzWomen fighting over red shoes -- predictable.Wizard of Oz3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Reunion english translationReunion english translation2 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.
Love is WarLove is War2 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
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 fBroken3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England x Reader x Scotland: Choose the Drunk!England x Reader x Scotland: Choose the Drunk!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
.:Dark Kiss:. Ulquihime.:Dark Kiss:. Ulquihime2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
The Troubles of DatingThe Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)The Troubles of Dating3 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
Japan x Reader: BarrierJapan x Reader: Barrier1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Japan x Reader: Barrier
I warn you now that the Japanese was taken from Google Translate, so don't think it's accurate.
"Good morning, counselors!" you cried cheerfully, carrying in trays of coffee cups. The counselors bid you a good morning as you handed them their coffees and rushed to sit down in your little mini office. You were pretty much the donut boy of the main office of your school. Whatever the administration wanted, you got it for them. You didn't mind; it kept you away from your (least favorite elective) class. Also, it was the first class of the day, so there wasn't much going around, except the coffee delivery.
"Ah, sumimasen," you managed to hear from the front desk. "Watashi wa Honda Kiku desu. Watashi wa koko ni atarashi gakusei desu. Watashi wa kurasu no sukejuru o sansho shite suru koto o yokyu kudasai." Chinese? No, Japanese, you decided. Ah, so it
How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.How the Fairytale Ends3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Idiot," I heard him mutter.
I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.
That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.
This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed tomboy started months even before then, in the days when we were still infected with those twin diseases, stupidity and recklessness. Others called it youth and bravery. I've discovered there's very little difference, really.
Either way, here we are now, on the cusp of victory. Soon, our trial will be over. It's what he always wanted.
I glance to my si
Afterlife:Persephone and HadesAfterlife:Persephone and Hades3 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.
:.AmericaxReader: I don't like you, I love you.:You walked down the streets, quietly and cautiously. The sun had just set, and the sky was now a light magenta color, slowly turning purple. You couldn't help but awe at the wonderful scenery. It was quite lovely, especially for it being springtime. A smile stretched out across your face as you continued to walk to your friend Alfred's house. He was expecting you for a night of playing video games and pigging out on junk food. You see, you and Alfred had been friends ever since middle school- 6th grade to be exact. You were the new kid on the block, and most of the kids at school would pick on you for being a newbie. Alfred was the only one that would protect you and watch out for you when bullies came around. That must be why you and him became such amazingly close friends. Now, it was high school, senior year. The last year for everyone to be kids before they went out into the real world.:.AmericaxReader: I don't like you, I love you.:2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walked up the porch steps of Alfred's house and knocked gently on his oak door. In a flash,
The Piano DemonThe first time I saw her - really, really saw her, not just glanced at her as we tried our best to catch the back seats in the small university classrooms - she was at a piano. Maybe I'd never have really been able to notice her had it not been for that one, strange evening when destiny gently pushed me out of my awkward life and into hers.The Piano Demon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If only children can be prodigies, then I wasn't one any longer. I'd lived through my glory years at school, where I'd gone off and won prizes for art and English, maths and physics, running circles around classmates and less talented professors. Eventually, when push came to shove and I had to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, I hid behind some more studying, delaying that dreadful moment when I'd have to prove that not only was I smart, but that I was also able to do something. I chose English and physics as majors, convinced I could do both easily enough. I wasn't right. I wasn't very wrong, either. There wasn't much of a personal life
The Concert .:Host ClubXReader:. MoriThe Concert .:Host ClubXReader:. Mori2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"so who's next....?" you felt muscular arms wrap around you slender frame and you shivered.
" I am my little bunny princess...." you heard Mori say. You looked to Hunny shocked.
" Takashi stayed up extra late last night to practice his song!" Hunny said happily. Ohhhhhhh crap. You jumped when suddenly heard Mori speak into his mic. He was wearing a shredded white tee-shirt with fake blood stains, biker boots, a leather jacket, matching pants and leather fingerless gloves .
" hello my little sex kittens~" his WHAT!? " I'm gonna sing you a little song!"
So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters I will never send
Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be
So let me be, and I'll set you free
The ladies screamed and cheered at finally being able to see the 'wild host' side of Mori that they had all dreamed of, and truthfully you were trying to -unsuccessfully- hide your own bl