75. Festival75. Festival75. Festival2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Festivals: A large celebration where everyone gets together. You come to spend time with family, a lover, and sometimes…
“So…this festival is called the ‘Tanabata’ festival?” Katrina Lau asked as she and Izuru Kira walked along the outdoor stalls dressed in festive yukatas. After taking an invitation to go to a festival from the man, the two came to the human world and got both their gigais and their clothes from the infamous Kisuke Urahara. She was dressed in a lovely black yukata covered in pink cherry blossoms, while he was dressed in an orange one decorated with marigolds.
Izuru nodded as he handed her some takoyaki, which she bit into happily.
“Yes, it’s a festival the humans celebrate between July and August. It’s a celebration where you write wishes or poems on paper and then set them afloat on a river or burned after the festival. It also revolves around the love story between Orihime and Hikobos
:PC: It Was Worth ItKatrina hummed quietly as she walked to Squad Three to go visit Kira. She walked into the barracks and found him buried up to his shoulders in paperwork as usual. Just as she was about to turn and leave to let him finish, his head popped up, seeing Katrina turning to leave.:PC: It Was Worth It3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh hey Katrina!" he called, pushing the paperwork aside, as if to hide the large amount from Katrina. "What're you doing here?" he asked her as she turned back into the room. "Not that I mind or anything." He added quickly as Katrina smirked and chuckled.
"I just came to visit you. Is it a bad time? I can always come later." She replied, pointing over her shoulder to the door. Kira shook his head and stood, standing up and going over to Katrina.
"It's okay Kat. I've actually been wanting to talk with you or actually ask you something." Kira mumbled, sounding uncharacteristically timid and shaky. Obviously intrigued, Katrina looked at him and raised her eyebrow.
"Yeah?" she asked, oblivious to the blush
FT- I Hate Haiku! KiraKat Oneshot I Hate Haiku!FT- I Hate Haiku! KiraKat Oneshot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Katrina Lau x Izuru Kira Oneshot
Fifth seat Katrina Lau sighed as she sat in the office of the thirteenth division, her expression frustrated and a bit lost as she brushed her black and blue-highlighted hair behind her shoulders. Lieutenant Rukia Kuchiki looked up from a pile of papers on her desk and blinked at the young woman, confused.
“Uh…Kat? Something up?” she asked, perplexed as she stared at her introverted fifth seat. Katrina was silent as she looked over at her friend, before giving a nod and a soft sigh.
“Yeah. I’m…trying to think of something I can do for Izuru.” she answered softly, turning her attention on her feet as they swung lightly. Rukia cocked he
Merry Christmas! -WIP-Rei sighed as she sat in a room wearing a red and green dress, attmepting to be festive for the holiday. The room was full of chatty Shinigami and Christmas music from the human world. There were multiple Shinigami from every single squad, all smiling and drinking eggnog, or straight sake. It wasn't crammed, but it was enough to make Rei irritable how close everyone was and bumping into each other. She and Renji had arrived together and had somehow been split up throughout the night, and that over everything annoyed her. Everyone around her was giggly and having a good time, while she sat on a couch like there was a dark cloud over her head. She sighed and her eyes continued searching the crowd for any sight of Renji so they could leave. Without any luck she dropped her head back, and shook her head. When she sat up and looked again a set of breasts crushed against the back of Rei's head, her face lighting up a bright red.Merry Christmas! -WIP-3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Guueeeeess whhhhooo!" a high and happy voice said behind Rei.
Empty Cup, Chapter 1Empty Cup, Chapter 16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Getting lost wasn't really something Jake had planned on doing, not really. He had been told to learn about the Na'vi from the 'inside'. How to get to that point never crossed his mind, not even a little. Stupidly assuming that Grace would casual introduce him to the large indigenous, he failed to care.
The first trip made damn sure that would not happen.
But there he was, getting dragged into camp by a group of crazy-pissed natives, a knife at his braid. It gave him some idea, some inkling that the length of hair was in some way important; learning 'how' again came very low on his priority list. The chick saving him from certain death from the viperwolves and, more recently, the angry guy with the mohawk strode in front him with the waist shaking saunter of a woman used to owning whatever it was that came her way.
Unexpected Meeting 1/2"I'm not going down there." Akimoto grumbled, dipping a toe in the water.Unexpected Meeting 1/22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yeah you are."
"It's not like water's my strong point. I have a large-ish lung capacity, but we're not all fucking monsters like you, Zebra."
Stripping of his shirt, Zebra started wading into the pool, stopping when the water reached his waist. Akimoto, still sitting indignantly on the shore, wanted nothing to do with it.
"You coming?" Zebra called, "It's not like I'm gonna' wait for you, yellow bastard!"
A vein popped in Akimoto's head as she kicked off her shoes and set them resting them against the cave walls, also peeling off the bandage around her forehead and using it as a means to tie back her hair.
"You'd better wait, or I'll never cook for you again."
"Heh." Zebra chuckled, beginning to wade away. "That's fine, your food was shit anyway."
- = - = - = - = -
It was only when Akimoto was fully immersed in the water that she came to realise the true beauty of the inner caves. Zebra h
:PPC: Making Music TogetherMaking Music Together:PPC: Making Music Together2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
++ A oneshot of Katrina Lau (Tygerlander’s OC) and Kira Izuru (Bleach) ++
It was quiet in the Third Division office, as Rose and Izuru worked in companionable silence. As Rose looked up from his work, he couldn’t help but notice that his lieutenant (whom he offered referred to as “his muse”) seemed to be feeling down and out of it.
“Is something the matter, Kira?” he asked.
Kira looked up, his blue eyes widening in surprise. “Err…no, nothing,” he said, coughing awkwardly as he pushed some of his blonde hair back. “I’m probably just feeling a little tired, is all…”
Rose clucked his tongue against his teeth. “I know you better than that,” he said. “Tell me what’s really going on,” he pried. “It’s all right to even talk about personal things with your captain, you know.”
Kira averted his eyes, looking back down at his papers. He
Religion and Computers 2005Religion and Computers 200510 years ago in Humor More Like This
Christianity is Linux
Countless versions exist, with most of them sharing common ideals. Founded on the principle that any person can modify the code in any way they see fit and present it as a competing product. This has resulted in countless distributions vying for space on hard disks. In the West, there has been a drive to reduce the effort needed to install Linux in order to increase its user base. Derived from Unix. Not as popular in English-speaking countries as the developers would like, but spreading fast in the developing world. The decision by American and Canadian Linux distributors to allow homosexuals to contribute to the source code has caused uproar among traditionalists. They insist that while Linus Torvald loves homosexuals, there's no way in hell he'd want them to go anywhere near the source code.
Judaism is Unix
Disciples of Unix can often be seen with large beards. Hard to understand and sometimes eccentric, the followers of this operating system claim
death affair"there are ways and ways to have a love affair. Above all, one must not be serious about it."death affair5 years ago in Letters More Like This
i sank into my spine and my stomach flattened out like the bottom of a weather system, clouds rolled in and i thought i would see sun before another, cold lonely sickness.
the machinery behind my hips, coordination of my fingers.
There are boys sitting next to my flowers made of 20 dollar bills,
they come up like stray dogs,
what are you doing here,
my you smell nice,
and may we kiss you on the tongue.
i looked at them and said i'd rather stick nails in my hands.
i went home drunk and closing doors and there was a heavy warm silence
of dreaming people,
under their closed lids the wind is coming from a russian whisper like a goddess,
under a heavy monsoon of hair,
white as bone skin
with a miraculous soft voice like the bete
running a salty tongue up the fat,
inner seashell curve of her thigh,
a sickly fairytale princess swathed i
In a dream, away from life.And now slowly swept somber eyes,In a dream, away from life.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let my earthly body find no surprise.
For now I lay and sleep so soundly,
Ever kept so earthly boundly.
Bobbing, sobbing, still and silent,
Being earthly bound is quite violent.
Wars and whores,
On sodding shores.
Treasure trove, or tainted grove,
We're cooking now on ghastly stove.
Bumbling, Stumbling, sweet and soft,
In my mind I just scoffed.
Deary me, oh deary my,
What a life has gone by.
Truly Trembling, tossed and crossed,
Find me still and leave me lost.
Brooding, Feuding, Fickle Flock,
Don't forget to throw the clock.
Madness find me,
Chains now bind me.
Eyes will open and awaken,
To this earth I am shaken.
Crying, dying, dread and dismay,
Find me here and fly, fly away.
A Taste Of Poison: Chapter 8A Taste Of Poison: Chapter 84 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Black*Star." Kid replied with an edge in his smooth voice, clenching his fists.
"Tsubaki, let's show who's boss around here." Black*Star said with a large grin, holding his hand out. Tsubaki nodded silently, looking over the yard at the two girls with guilt, and transformed into her weapon form.
A flash of white light enveloped Tsubaki, her human form disappeared, replaced by a long Chain Scythe. Black*Star caught her and took his fighting stance, his cocky grin growing.
"Liz, Patti." Kid said with a darkened look, holding both his hands out.
"Ok!" Patti said cheerfully, giving him a thumbs up as pink light spread all over her body.
"Fine." Liz said with a sigh as the pink light transformed her.
Kid stood up straight, his head down and his two arms up. Two guns span fast in the air above him, sliding easily in his hands, fitting around his fingers perfectly.
Too perfect, I thought with a glare, crossing my arms angrily.
He held his arms out, pointing directly to Black*Star, lifting hi
The PianistA warm, lilting melody wafted through the nightclub, nimble fingers dancing over crisp black and white keys as the song of the grand piano drifted down from the stage, filtering between the irregularly spaced tables to fill every niche and recess of the dimly lit room. The lone figure in the spotlight moved gently with the music, her long chestnut hair billowing down her back in loose waves and her wine red dress fanning out around her knees as she sat on the worn leather stool. It was not a complex song she played, with no difficult notes or intricate rhythms, but there was something about it that was so enthralling, so entrancing, as if each sound touched you, clung to you, whispered to you.The Pianist4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the tune swelled, as the notes danced, and as music came alive beneath her fingers, the pianist began to remember.
She met him at a cheap, backwater club on a cool autumn evening while playing yet another of those low paid unambitious jobs that she hated but needed to make ends meet. While
Birthday Tygerlander - Fiction - TogetherJust because Shiroitora lived on the beachfront, everyone seemed to think that made every day like a vacation for her. But where else was the Deep Water Huntress supposed to live?Birthday Tygerlander - Fiction - Together2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Still, there was one benefit. Her place was always an attractive spot for a little downtime whenever the so-called Heavenly Kings - a little on the arrogant side, that name - and their crew wanted to take it easy for a while. It was like being a kid again, having all her friends gathered around like that. It was especially nice to be able to spend some time with the boys.
There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between the others to give her as much time alone in the house with Sunny and Coco as possible. During the day, she didn’t see hide nor hair of Toriko, Zebra, Komatsu, Rin, or any of them, and for a woman with her acute senses that was no mean feat. It made her wonder if they were all up to something. She hadn’t had the chance to pin any of them down and pummel answers out of them yet thou
Twilight The sky's embers fadeTwilight8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in the wake of a sunset.
ProstituteBody that used to be a santuaryProstitute5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now an item of pleasure
Thrusting & grunting
Tears & money
Leave their homes
Pay for an or more
Just for some cheap fun
No morals of mine
To make me feel guilty
No emotion of regret
No chance of loving me
Just throw it all out the door
It's part of the rules
He owns me like an unwanted posession
Do as he says
Gain room & board
No pain to endure
Just the tears & the hoping
Love Your BodyThe bottle flew out of her hand,Love Your Body5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crashed into the mirror,
and as the glass shattered,
tears streamed down her face.
She cringed at the sight of her body
it just wasn't good enough
her curves weren't voluptuous enough,
her hair wasn't silky enough,
her stomach wasn't flat enough,
and her teeth weren't white enough.
She picked the bottle up,
took a sip, and wiped her mouth with disgust.
Her vision became blurred
as she took another drink of poison.
She carefully chose a piece of glass
and raised it to her skin.
Blood dripped down, tapping the ground,
She screamed at her broken reflection,
She collapsed with vertigo,
Continuing to drink the booze in her hand
until her eyes were forced shut.
That was in the past.
Now she lays in bed
with a baggy t-shirt
and comfortable pajama pants
next to the love her life.
She doesn't think of
the day she almost took her life.
She still attends therapy
and takes some medication to help her get by.
"God, you are beautiful," He says with
What Soft DreamsWhat soft dreams we lay -What Soft Dreams3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What soft dreams, like infants put to rest -
Frightfully bare, and compromised,
Our kisses on their breasts.
We close our eyes and trust them safe,
Kept 'til break of dawn -
Forgetting that the night is fickle,
And dutifully, as long -
It safeguards some,
Moved by neither coin nor threat
Nor anguished mother's cry.
Someone to careSomeone To CareSomeone to care8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Damn spider psycho... muttered Jim as he stumbled down the stairs to the galley.
He clenched his left shoulder and walked unsteadily to one of the benches where he sank down exhausted. Why couldnt he have kept his mouth shut!?
A short time ago he was busy with mopping the deck of the Legacy for the third time that week, all the while quietly cursing Silver for giving him a boring yet strenuous job like this. He just wasnt sure if he could trust the old Cyborg. At the one hand he was really nice and obedient when others, especially Mr.Arrow and the captain, were near, but towards Jim he acted much more authoritarian, always giving orders, always having new work for him when he was just done with the previous one. Of course, he had to admit that he had learned a lot from him, there was no denying. But he seemed to enjoy pushing the boy to his limits without mercy. And by now, Jim gradually felt that he was reaching those limits. H
This Empty Page.For here still lies this empty pageThis Empty Page.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No strokes of love nor scrawls of rage
Of yellowed white in candlelight
It speaks of naught but dust and age.
Fingerprints do smudge its face
Of tender touch when I would trace
Crisp cut edges long since frayed
While words of love within me stayed.
For now my eyes reflect its fate
Love bloomed within but spoke too late
And though frail fingers grip my quill
This ghostly page is empty still.
Whispered feelings lost to night
As phantom thoughts waltz out of sight
Failed; my heart in it's crimson cage
For here still lies this empty page...
Cats' Temptation.Cats eyeing the fishCats' Temptation.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Their paws poised above the tank,
For a ripple of scales.
Alluro - Prologue and The BeginningAlluro - Prologue and The Beginning3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
© Emma Websdale
That moment, when every emotion has been strung out, every thought stretched to snapping, when your head is screaming and your chest is numb from the sick palpitations your heart has sputtered out. When you feel like you are made from the thinnest glass, likely to shatter into a million fragments of pent-up anxiety at any given moment. But do you show it? Of course you don't show it. Because doing so means revealing weakness and vulnerability. Being vulnerable in this game is a risk. A deadly one at that. Smile.
You pretend everything is okay on the outside, you even laugh. But, you can feel the darkness eating away at your flesh from the inside, crawling into your lungs, crushing your breath and tugging at your too-fast heart.
Laugh again, yes, that's right, you have everyone fooled, laughing with you. You have them right at your fingertips.
Turn your head to the anxious pairs of eyes that are relying on