Tears in HeavenTears in HeavenTears in Heaven8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nate River had gone by many names over the years, and yet he often felt that none really suited him quite the way he would have liked. Most recent had been the addition of a new code name, L, along with the sub-categorical personas of Erald Coil, Danuve, and a few others that he had developed on his own. L was fine when it came to work, but it lacked a personal feel to it. Nate wasnt sure why that bothered him, given his pre-disposition to sitting alone in corners twirling his hair. But it did bother him, and as the years passed he had stopped questioning the feeling and simply let it remain, buried, festering.
And so it did remain, like other feelings he had taken a few moments out to classify and then toss aside over the course of his life. Feelings, that went by other names, all blank and invisible letters that identified him by face but not by heart.
N, another name, was an older façade than L. N was the product of a child trying to become a
Kawaii Ass Fuck Dirk x Jake (Totally Hawt)Dick and Jake were the best bros. One day Derk took off his mask and he started to flop like a fish on the land of Tomb and Krypton. "Im fuggen dyin and shet!" Dirk cried out as he fell onto his back and curled his kawaii fucking legs like a spider. "Oh golly gosh dick you are so kawaii please touch my wanker!" Jake cried out as he shook his push booty short ass. "Lol okay Jake-sama just come on down here are we can play tug of war with our d's." Jake complied and rolled ontop of Dirk and they began to to sloppy makeouts. Jake then withdrew a can of tuna from his sylladex and smashed it into Dirks magnificent face. Dirk shrieked like a little girl and slowly deflated like a balloon Jake clawed at the ground as Dirk became one with mother nature and blossomed into a beautiful orange lily. "Oh Dirk my kokoro beats for you and goes doki doki I dont care if you are a flower you are my one true love! Golly!" He then held the flower close to his chest and caressed it.Kawaii Ass Fuck Dirk x Jake (Totally Hawt)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
bleeding miles, oceans thick_ci speak all these words in one breath. my mind drips- skin falls to pieces and lands in a pair of hands. the rain washes it away and it's gone, but it flickers like lightbulbs. flickers on and off in my stomach, in my head, in my heart. it's a thunderstorm, it's bleeding into waves. i walked down the hallway and kept my hands in my pockets the whole time. i dream inside my dreams. i have dreams in your bedroom that the forests cry. you kiss me until i cry. liquid sadness down my thighs. it's like breathing in space when you're not here.bleeding miles, oceans thick_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(my heart is a drum and my hands cannot keep the beat. my heart is a bird that my bones cannot cage. you are here and you are not. you are breathing the curve of my throat and i am hungry. i walk the halls alone, i press palms to the walls and watch them fall to the ground. i can feel your heat and i am afraid. i am a coal in diamond's cloth; i am a mockingbird with the tongue of a beggar. you press love into my flesh and i recoil in fear. love is a
no more sailing_cThe sun is setting and something in the way the light is haloing the horizon makes me think of the forest green rimming the caramel of your eyes. I sit and pluck beach grass as I watch the tips of the sails in the distance flare moments before the darkness claims them. I imagine the same night coming to steal and curl in your lungs. I imagine it bringing restful peace as you breathe in the tiny golden dust particles that swirled around my palms earlier today while at market. I imagine the light that brushed your cheekbones yesterday is slipping under my tongue as I stretch awake. I imagine we're tied together at the spinal cord and expanded over the globe. I know we're not side-by-side, but I feel you in the air. I can't see you, but my heart can hear you in the trembling earth as saltwater rides up the shore. I can't miss you any more than I already do -- my soul is crippled with wanting. So, come home soon, darling; ride the tide back to my waiting arms.no more sailing_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The waters here are
rain loverain love12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So rain is falling outside.
And with every little dot of water.
You miss that one person a little more.
[drop, splash, puddle.]
It's one of those times when,
if you could actually gather all the thoughts you were having,
you'd feel profound.
Just because you're finally happy enough to care about what you're thinking.
You look out the window and you could have sworn
those puddles weren't heart-shaped.
Five seconds ago they weren't, I know it, you say.
Then all those puddles overflow at once, and fill up again.
So does your heart.
Every five seconds.
And it's been, what, seven hours since you saw that person.
The one you're willing to love forever, even if it's not logical.
Even if you're not going to be loved back.
The puddles overflow again, and fill back up.
You can't really control how you feel, can you?
Do you really want to?
Because your shirt doesn't smell like love, but you pretend it does.
Because you have enough love inside you to fill up sixt
bandage-tape kisses_cI'm worn and tattered on the edges and breathing knives into the ozone layer. I'm the echo of something that once was a shadow of beautiful and am now the scream of something destructive. I'm poison dripping through your veins and gas pumping straight into your lungs. So, please, listen to me: run. Run while you can. Run before I chomp the pavement to pieces and it's too late for you to get out of town alive. Run before I catch you. Run before I demolish you too. Run.bandage-tape kisses_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You have to know that no matter what happens, no hellfire or Armageddon, could keep me from holding you up, from crushing your demons, and smoothing your edges. Every moment of this is already shredding my insides and shattering my bones. So dig your fingers into my skin and scream into me. Crush me and fill me with everything you've got. Let me be your canary in this toxic void. Don't ask me to leave unless it's with you. Don't ask me to run unless it's to you.
I'm a landmine and I'm exploding under your heels.
Just FriendsJust Friends11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
He looks down at me, a wry grin on his face. The skin around his eyes crinkle slightly in humor. I smile back, not sure if my grin looks as fake as it is, not sure if he can see right through the facade I've put on. I say something and he chuckles, than he replies back and I laugh.
We stride along, talking and joking like we always do. We both enjoy making people laugh, half our conversation is giggling and guffawing at what the other says. Our conversation starts to turn torwards a less-goofy subject, and then it's suddenly brought back to humor.
As soon as I had met up with him, I had felt those feelings. You know what I'm talking about. The ones that send your stomach into a million butterflies. The ones where you have the urge to latch on to his arm and never let go. The urge to stroke his hair and gaze deeply into his eyes and know that if he feels the same.
But I know he doesn't. And I had thought that the feelings I had once held for him were gone. I guess I was wrong.
Hetalia Piri - My Name is...Ramblings of Piri - My Name is...Hetalia Piri - My Name is...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My name is...right. I know my name...it's Maria Clara...Carriedo...de la Cruz. The Republic of the Philippines. Right? That is my name. No, wait. It isn't?" the young girl mumbled to herself as she watched the rain pour outside her home. It was one of those days...when rain and darkness would mix in and be the perfect atmosphere for a gloomy night. Just like what she was facing at the moment.
Over the past few years, she had been constantly trying to collect the pieces of her lost past. Looking for old clues, joining trips to untouched regions of her home, rereading history textbooks from her land and others. She was tired, but she had to find out more about it. Her researchers did tell her to rest and concentrate on her other duties. Fortunately, she is still able to keep up with her schedule and time.
But there was something else. She wasn't just looking for her past, she was trying to return what she had lost. All of those memories, all of t
LonelyI'm so lonelyLonely9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even with friends I'm so lonely
Will I ever find the one person that will try their best?
To make me happy beyond all reason?
To make me feel special?
To make me feel like the only person that matters?
Will I ever find the one just for me?
I'm so lonely
Even with friends.
Someday I'll find my one just for me…
That will make me feel happy beyond all reason
The one that will make me feel special
The one that will make me feel like the only person that matters…
But until I will remain lonely...
APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!Spain smiled, confident that his new colony would learn quickly and make him proud.APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ok mija, it is time for you to learn Spanish!"
"Opo Papa!" the little girl beamed up to her father-figure, golden brown eyes gleaming with curiosity and eagerness.
"First: 'Como esta?' is 'How are you?' Can you say that?"
The older brunette sweat-dropped as his smile remained steadfast planted on his tanned face. He held up a pencil and tried again with the child.
The ever cheerful Spaniard dragged the lesson on by pointing to a picture of a hastily drawn stereotypical stick family drawn on the chalkboard.
Spain pointed to his pet bull.
He pointed to England.
He gestured to her.
He pointed to his face.
Spain dropped his head in pitiful, pathetic failure as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Dios mio, she's even more hopeless than Romano "
The Wall's DaughterSummary: With the wall going up, Ludwig asks Alfred for his help in protecting something very important to him - his daughter. Mentions past MPreg.The Wall's Daughter3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred rubbed his arms, trying to keep warm. Berlin was colder than usual this November. He shivered and looked to the east, where he could feel the pain of millions caused by a wall. And it wasn't even finished yet.
"America, I'm glad you came."
He started at the tired voice, and turned to find Germany well-wrapped in a thick coat. He was standing oddly, his arms seemingly cradling a bulge in his coat.
"You asked for help, and I came. You know we would never hate one of our own, Germany."
He looked away and readjusted his hold on whatever was in his coat. "Some among us would."
Alfred didn't know what to say to that, and remained silent. Ludwig stepped closer after glancing around to make sure no-one was nearby, and pulled America into a nearby alleyway. They both sighed in relief at the escape from the s
S. KoreaxReader NutellaS. KoreaxReader Nutella2 years ago in Romance More Like This
…your Korean friend Im Yong Soo.
“Ok, I’ll just leave now,” he said when he saw your bat and turned to walk away.
“No, no, I’m sorry!” you said and grabbed his arm, dropping the bat.
He turned and smiled sadly at you. You invited him inside and he sat on your couch. Then he randomly hugged you tightly to him. You squeaked, then awkwardly put your arms around him, not really knowing why he was hugging you. He finally broke away and took your hand in his.
“________, I’m so sorry,” he said.
You gave him a confused look. You tried to think of anything he might have done to make you angry, but nothing came to mind.
“Sorry for what?” you asked.
“About your break up and your mom,” he told you.
Your boyfriend had broken up with you 2 months ago, which you grieved for a short amount of time. Immediately after your grieving period was over, your mother was in a car accident and was killed, sending you into anoth
Russia X Dead!Reader - Colder Than DeathRussia X Dead!Reader - Colder Than Death2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Russia X Dead!Reader - Colder Than Death
Ivan looked down at his blood stained brown leather gloves. His knees dug into the cold snow, staring helplessly to the cold gray cloud sky. It was bitter winter in Russia, and Ivan sat alone in the woods with a cold dead body in front of him, covered in blood and bruises. The locks of the hair covered the body's face. The corpse was Ivan's long time friend, (Name) (Surname). She had the soft (color) hair softer than cotton, warm (color) eyes that were warmer than the fire,and fine (color) skin that was softer than a plush pillow. Secretly, Ivan has always loved her, but was too bashful to confess to her. Now it just too late. Ivan brush his large hand over her delicate face, seeing her beautiful face that always smiled. Silent tears rolled down his face, not knowing what to do. His stain blood gloves, smudge his cold ashy face. The metal pipe lay in the snow beside him, he glared at the pipe and threw it angrily away, somewhere else.
APH WWII England ENGAPH WWII England ENG5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Every day, every night, filled with terror
Dark dreams, of trenches and gases, of the dark fever of war, of the unburied corpses
England couldn't sleep
He was, after all, a king whose glory was starting to fade
He had conquered the world; he had the greatest marvels of the world within his dominions
Ah, times of glory, now drowned in blood and mud
Many had said that he was the greatest victor of the war, that his skills marked the difference
He felt those compliments as horrible lies
He was the one who sent most men to the slaughter; there was no happiness in a victory marked by death and horror
Only the cold reality of fear and uncertainty
While he was awake, he distracted himself with the penalties that were inflicted upon Germany, thinking occasionally if those penalties would bring nasty consequences
He would know about it, soon
He saw from his cliffs that the old enemies began to regroup
The lifted their arms at the same time, screamed with the same voice, they were one
Confessions of a Tea AddictConfessions of a Tea Addict5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Confessions of a Tea Addict
I am a tea addict. Not for all the reasons you would expect however. Not for the flavor or even the aroma. Even if these are both pleasing in their own way they are not the entire explanation for my addiction.
My earliest memory of tea goes back to when I was a young child. My mother brought into my presence a clear glass mug filled to the brim with steaming hot water. After setting it down she pulled out what on first appearance seemed a rather innocuous little white bag. This bag of your standard Lipton orange pekoe would create magic. From the moment it touched the water I knew I was seeing something special. The leaves inside creating a swirl of amber colored liquid. The smell too was wonderful. Naturally I wanted to taste some of this divine brew right away. I was allowed a sip and fell in love.
I didn't understand what I was seeing.&
RussiaXReader-You'll be in my heartRussiaXReader-You'll be in my heart2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warning:Could be long so prepare to read!Also you should listen to the song while reading it~(to get full effect)
You sat against the tree,crying your eyes out as the older kids teased you.They call you stupid names and mocked you whenever you spoke.They poked and threw things at you like dirt and some of the kids would even trip you and make you fall on your face.Today was no different.It was the usual torture.
The dumb older kids like that stupid Albino and Danish idiot,picked on you and called you names that really hurt.You were just eight,you didn't deserve such treatment,but you got it.So you just did what you always had done,you cried into your knees,hiding your face from the boys as the happily teased you.
"Hey!Stupid!We're talking to you!"
"Yeah!Lift your stupid head already!"the boys yelled at you.The albino boy grabbed your hair and yanked your head up,making you look him straight in his dumb red eyes.
"Look!She's crying!What a baby!"he laughed in your face.You tried to fight
Russiaxreader: SerendipitySerendipity: an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident~ from dictionary.comRussiaxreader: Serendipity2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You'll see how it applies here. Vee~
I was walking down the sidewalk that day, contemplating life. Asking myself questions like, why are people scared of me? And, Will someone ever NOT be scared of me?
Then, I saw her. (Name). She was wearing a long white overcoat, very similar to mine, and a (f/c) scarf. Her hands were encased with white gloves, with fur along the wrists. Her (h/c) hair was pulled back, but only slightly, by a (f/c) kerchief.
She must have been Russian, she had the most beautiful (e/c) eyes, and she wore a necklace with a tiny Russian flag. I had to talk to her. "Привет. My name is Ivan. How are you?"
"Привет (1). My name is Ivan. How are you?" A complete stranger, asking me about my day. "Erm~ well…It's debatable… First my b
hearts are for rebuilding_ci.hearts are for rebuilding_c6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when i remember you, i remember the way you laughed when i mixed up teaspoons and tablespoons.
i remember the way you refused to eat the cake because you said it was too salty and the way i stood crying over the sink when i shoved it down the disposal. i remember how you left me standing in the middle of the floured, sugared, baked-on-mess kitchen to finish the tivo-game, patting me on the back and saying nice try.
it was when i was wiping my tears with the back of my hand that i best remember holding my heart close, telling it nice try. maybe next time wed fall in love with someone who saw us when they looked, who cared about stomping all over the most vulnerable of spots.
when i remember you, i remember crashing out of love.
i know it was bittersweet, but i cant remember anything but the burn.
and now i am thinking maybe the cake was too salty. maybe my hands shook when i was making it because you were standing behind me, your laureate finge
Dark!RussiaxReader part 2It had been over a month since he had taken you. A month in hell.Dark!RussiaxReader part 22 years ago in Horror More Like This
You were now Russia’s wife. Not LEGALLY, but you were under Russia’s roof. He was the law. He had insured you knew that on the first night you had arrived. You had the love bruises to prove it. But those weren’t the only bruises you bore. He often hit you. Mostly when he was drunk or when you had upset him somehow. He always kissed the wounds though.
He also made you wear dresses. Night gowns as well. He said he always wanted to see his “Sunflower” at her cutest. You hated those dresses. You hated this place.
You hated Russia.
The only thing you looked forward to waking up in the morning was that you’d get to see the Baltic Trio. They were Russia’s servants, three timid and shy men who did most of the work around the house. You adored them. They were always so kind and gentle to you.
“More coffee, (Name)?” Lithuania asked, getting up to walk over to the pot. You
Overly SubmissiveI bent so much, I broke.Overly Submissive4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kratos Aurion PoemHe has a sonKratos Aurion Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But never told anyone
He seems so cold
But he could be alot of fun.
He wanted to protect his son
Against the evil guys.
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Until you look into his eyes.
He has red hair
And loved his wife
His son and wife
Was his life.
He will destroy anyone in his path
Just to protect his son and his friends.
Even if his son hates him
by betraying him 'till the end.
He betrayed them because he protected them
Even though he is a con
This guy I love is from Tales of Symphonia
His name is Kratos Aurion.
How Could We End Up Like This?How Could We End Up Like This?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't originally the wrong thing to do.
Originally, we wanted to save the worlds.
How could it have gone so wrong?
"Kratos! Hey, Kratos!" I rolled over, as the overly hyper voice rang out.
"...Just a few more minutes..." I groaned.
"Kratos, we have to go find Sylph! Come on, Kratos!" The voice was getting impatient.
"..." I groaned, and sat up, then opened my eyes. Mithos was staring at me, grinning.
"Good morning!" He grinned, and skipped over to annoy Yuan.
I rubbed my eyes, rather annoyed to have been woken up when the sun was barely up. Oh well, that's a kid for you.
Hard to imagine he's fighting Summon Spirits to save the world, and end the Kharlan War, and every other war, once and for all.
I sat up, just in time to see Mithos creep up behind Yuan, who was pouting for some reason or another, and place boxers over his head.
"Aaaagh!" Yuan shouted, and whipped them off (his head,) and whirled around to face Mithos, who was running off. "Mithos!"
"Stop fighting, you
How to Make a BadassBadasses. The media's chock-full of them. Ever since the 80s-90s darker and edgier characters have been steadily emerging as main characters instead of staying as the usual bad guy role. Today, they're so prevalent that it seems like every other game, film, or comic we pick up has some form of dark, chaotic, trench-coat wearing protagonist. Chances are, you want some of the sweet, darkly feeling of badassery to rub off on you too. So here are some tips to help you on your way to making one of the coolest, hardest, fastest, strongest, ass-kickingest, tired-of-these-snakes motherfuckerest badassed character of all time.How to Make a Badass5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. Clothes Like how Abercrombie and Fitch is a big, flashing sign that says, "hey, I'm a stylin' dresser!" the outfit of the badass should always scream, "move bitch, get out the way." And nothing says that better than a goddamn fucking trenchcoat.
"But no one wears a trench coat in broad daylight! It looks stupid!"
Hah! Tell that to Dante or Keanu Re