HichiIchi: Unknown Dangerous Desires-Ch. 5HichiIchi: Unknown Dangerous Desires-Ch. 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
The warm and fluffy blanket wasn't covering him anymore so the sunlight disturbed his sleep. He woke up, growled and looked around. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Urahara looking at him with a creepy smirk on his face. The teen didn't want to know what that guy was thinking.
' Are you alright?', Kisuke asked smiling at the confused teen. 'You know, it's not healthy for you to sleep with your face covered with a blanket.', he added with a worried voice.
Ichigo yawned and scratched his head then he said with a grumpy voice that he was fine. He threw himself in bed and pulled the blanket back. For God's sake, he just wanted to sleep! What was so hard to understand?
But Urahara didn't leave him alone.
'Ne, Kurosaki-san, was I interrupting something? Like some perverted dream..? I'm sorry if I did interrupt you.', Kisuke tease
Bleach OC: Bullit FarrigonBleach OC: Bullit Farrigon4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Bullit Farrigon
Age: 256 ( Appears to be in her mid-teens )
Alliance: Segunda Espada
Appearance: Bullit Farrigon appears to be a rather quiet and shy individual that always has a innocent yet sad expression on her face who stand about five foot, four inches. Bullit has beautiful jet black hair that is about medium in length and is kept in a very nice fashion. Her hair is swooped over covering about half of her right eye and connecting with the rest of her hair on the right side of her head. The swoop is not a clean swoop to say instead of starting from the top of her forehead it starts near the middle of the left side of her head passing right over her right eyebrow. The right side of her hair stop about five inches past her ear and cover a little of the half inch gages and on the left side her hair covers her ear completely concealing the gage on that ear. On the edges of her hair n her right side are dyed a
A Higher Level. [GermanyxReader] A Higher Level.A Higher Level. [GermanyxReader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
[Germany x Reader]
Ludwig Beilschmidt was standing with his hands on his hips, a silver whistle was placed on his lips as he watched those training under him with judgmental blue eyes. At the sound of the whistle, the four training would drop for fifty push-ups, then continue running. A simple tactic, really, but with those slacking it became harder for him to properly train the four.
Italy was surprisingly doing well. He was on his twenty-ninth lap and had completed one hundred and fifty push-ups without a single complaint. However, he was still drastically behind the others. Japan was well into his fourty-third lap and Gilbert was on his fifty-eighth. Due to the whistle, they've all done the same amount of push-ups.
And then there was [y/n]. She was a strict girl who never took training lightly, never complained about doing too much, and often pushed herself to the limits
FRIGHTFRIGHT5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up all night,
talking in fright,
of the things that might,
hold us tight,
or minimize our sight,
upon one another.
And then she comes,
my dear sweet mother,
then along comes,
my only brother,
telling me stories.
I refuse to hear,
because they bring back fear,
the fear I told you of,
which was the fright,
of holding on too tight.
Yet we pulled through,
I held on to you.
Where my fear flew,
I have no clue.
Yet one thing is true,
that fear, was the fear of loving
My Beautiful DisasterMy Beautiful Disaster5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read this fanfiction you should listen to Kelly Clarksons song Beautiful Disaster. It will make this story SOO much better!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel (yaoi)
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: I am a demon and my life revolves around devouring souls. However, soon I start to serve under a young boy, who not only smells like heaven and sin combined, but has the most broken soul that is the most beautiful disaster.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Slight yaoi. Nothing too bad. Slight OOC, too!(I tried my best for what I had to work with) and then is also slight fluff/angst. o.o Okay a lot of it. Sheesh. *walks away* Oh and one more thing. There
Lines from the Diary of a MonsterI can feel it. The Monster is going to pay a call.Lines from the Diary of a Monster3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was just a mild headache when I got up, but as the day progressed, the ticklish, nagging feeling has been spreading through my whole body, but mainly through my face. Sometimes it's an itch, sometimes a quick stab of pain somewhere on my complexion.
I don't know how the people at school don't notice, but somehow, they manage. Maybe it's because it's happening to me, maybe that's why it feels so dramatic... maybe all the weirdness just isn't visible on the outside.
Today was a long school day, ending in a double gym lesson. With my face on fire, I could hardly concentrate. I fumbled and whacked my way through somehow. And the murmurings in my mind didn't help, either, too indistinct to understand, and too insistent to ignore.
It's evening now, and there's a warm wind blowing along my street. My street, where I live, where I am known and appreciated.
My street. Which in a few minutes' time will belong to the Monster alone.
EvanescenceYou told me I was the only oneEvanescence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You used to be my immortal, my tourniquet
An imaginary anchor to hold on to
While I'm being crushed by the weight of the world
I am now haunted by your once gentle voice
Missing is the love I once had for you
But I shall not lose control like you did
No longer your star, but your sweet sacrifice
The lithium carries me farther away
Until I breathe no more
In my last breath I shall whisper softly
That I was good enough for you
While the doctors try to bring me to life
You hold my hand, look at me with dry eyes
And call me your snow white queen
SeamstressSeamstress5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see the gleaming blade of the knife,
and I just love it dearly so,
I love the call of steel and blood
and can't help it, don't you know?
I take the blade to gnarled lips,
and cut away, I do!
The seamstress will have quite a job
when I am done with you!
My friends love me to death,
it makes my tummy tickle!
I take the blade to bleeding lips
and watch the sweet blood trickle!
Please don't leave,no, please stay!
I adore your pleads and cries.
Just play with me till your blood's ran dry,
and we'll all have quite a time!
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
NothingnessAn icy grip rests on my neck,Nothingness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pulling me further and further away.
My friends all stand in a row,
All their eyes are on me
And they watch.
And the icy hand
Pulls me further and further
Into the depths of loneliness.
I have never felt so abandoned,
But I do not cry;
The iciness spreads everywhere.
I am hollow,
I am numb.
And I feel nothing
While they watch
As I sink further into the abyss,
Further into nothingness.