I'm SorryTitle: I'm SorryI'm Sorry4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing(s): Russia/China, England/China, mentioned America/England, mentioned France/England, mentioned Greece/Japan
Warnings: slash/yaoi, angst, implied sex, M-preg, adultery
He sat there in complete silence. He stared hard at the chair that had been flipped over. He looked at the shattered plates and the broken pieces from the window. Vodka stains were on the wall and the floor from when the half-empty bottle of Vodka was thrown. The blood stains had been splattered on the dining room floors, but it wasn't his. It was his lover's, or maybe now ex-lover's.
China sighed and slowly got up from the table. This was all his fault anyway. He wouldn't be surprised if the Russian never came back and cursed him for the rest of his life.
How could he have been so stupid? He was mature, logical, and thought before taking action. And yet, he took a bite of the forbidden fruit and did the unforgivable.
It had started almost two months ago. China and Ru
Love Story PrussiaXCanadaWhy did it have to turn out like this? All he wanted to do was see him again, it wasn't like it was against the law or anything. No, all that was in his way was that stuffy British guy Arthur. Like he was so important anyway. He told them that they weren't in love, they didn't know what love even was. They would never see each other again, no matter how hard they tried. It broke the Prussian's heart, it really did. It was hard not being able to see his cute little Maple everyday. He wanted to be with him every second of the day, all the time. Prussia was stumped, truly. What was he going to do? Arthur wouldn't ever approve of their relationship. Did they even have a relationship? Or was this just a dream?Love Story PrussiaXCanada5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We were both young, when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there, on a balcony of summer air
Prussia was lost in his thoughts when his computer made a loud beep, signifying that he had a new IM. Prussia sighed, and and got on. Looking at t
Christianity: A CultI am aware that I might get some hate or offend some people with this post.Christianity: A Cult4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So I'll ask that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
These are my personal views and thoughts from what I have observed over my years.
Many think its such a wonderful religion. A perfect religion. And the only way to salvation. And trying to argue this fact with a Follower is like trying to pull a nail out of dry cement. There is no way of getting it out and you are just wasting your time.
The thing with Christianity is that most of the followers now a day, aren't actually following the "Bible" or "Jesus." They are simply claiming to be Christians because their family, friends, etc are. People need something to belong to. They need guidance. They are afraid to be themselves and live by their rules.
Now, you may ask why I all this religion a cult?
I will tell you.
God, Free Will and OmnipotenceDefinition 1 - God is described as both benevolent and omnipotent.God, Free Will and Omnipotence4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
D2 - A beign with Omnipotence can do anything.
D3 - A beign with benevolence is concerned with good and charitible acts.
D4 - Free will is, according to the bible, the right God handed to humans, out of which they could find salvation in him.
Premise 1 - If you don't obtain salvation, you will spend eternity in Hell.
P2 - Saving someone from Hell is a good and charitible act.
P3 - An Omnipotent beign could do anything he desires and still not destroy someone's free will, if so he choses to.
Conclusion 1 - God could save someone from Hell without destroying or violating that person's free will.
C2 - If you die and should go to Hell, God will save you without violating your free will, for he is benevolent and capable.
C2a - Following God's Principles is Irrelevant.
C2b - Belief in God is Irrelevant.
Conclusion 3 - God can change the behaviour of a murderer or avoid natural disasters without altering someone's free will, f
Your Sacrifice"You can cut me, if you rather."Your Sacrifice4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My voice was gentle and quite but you still gasped in surprise.
I suppose I should have made some noise to let you know I was there, but I had been standing in the bathroom's open doorway unnoticed for at least 2 minutes uncertain what to say or do...
I had found you, sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning back against the tub.
I watched you roll up your sleeve and choose the desired spot on your forearm.
I listened as you took deep breath then hold it before drawing the razor over and into your skin.
The ensuing hiss sounded more like a sigh and that's when I spoke.
I could keep silent no longer though obviously you had assumed I wasn't home as the blade cut more, cut deeper than intended.
With a sharp yelp, you yanked the blade back and glared up at me.
There was anger, defiance and betrayal in you beautiful brown eyes.
They're still beautiful no matter what emotion you turn towards me.
As long as they're not empty, I ca
G. A. Y.G. A. Y.G. A. Y.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this word?
Does it mean I don't deserve anything?
Does it mean you're better than me?
Does it mean you can bash me? Hate me? Hurt me?
I barely remember the day mum told me my brother was gay. It hardly stands out at all. It didn't surprise me, didn't hurt me, didn't concern me. He was Jesse. He would always be Jesse. It hardly even came as a surprise. I never suspected anything but it made no difference if he was gay or not. Who cares if he liked boys or girls?
The next day though I remember very clearly. All it takes is a tiny little comment. Just one stupid 11 year old boy making some stupid comment about gays. I remember it so clearly. I broke down, inside. I wanted to tell all my friends that day that my brother was gay. How could I tell them now? I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to make that stupid boy hurt for hurting me, for hating my brother, even though he didn't know. He didn't know that my brother was gay, he didn't think he was hurting anyone. Bu
TempoI make awkward first impressions with bed sheetsTempo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clutching to them like memories I so desperately want to have
while breathing slow, 37 beats per minute on the metronome,
into what I imagine is the nape of your neck.
They don't know me like the last ones.
I find no comfort in my comforter
when I wake three times after midnight to find my eyes open,
breathing now slowed to zero beats per minute,
my head throbs and I feel veins in my neck bulge
like serpentine ridges beneath the desert of my skin;
I've tried to strangle myself with headphone wires again.
I peel them out of the crevice they have made,
wincing not so much from pain
but at how this must look like from my pillow's perspective.
So, I clean the blood off
and hold it tight.
I can say "I'm sorry" in three different languages
but my eyes have drained all the liquid from my mouth
leaving me to croak;
A frog without a fly
A stranger in a strange bed
Caught up in a dream I have not yet had
I'm Always HereTitle: I'm Always HereI'm Always Here4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: angst, slash/yaoi, mild violence, mentioned self-harm, memories of murder
"Bitte!" she begged him. "Er ist nur ein Jungs...! Tötet stattdessen mich! Lasst ihn gehen!"
He said nothing. He looked back at his boss, who was smiling wickedly at him. "Hurry and do it This is what your nation wants what you want."
He turned back to the screaming and squirming young boy in his hand. He was dirty, his face covered in dirt and mud. His ragged clothes were covered in mud and grass stains from the times he had fallen. He was too thin; his arm was easily breakable and his face was starved. The boy kicked at him, desperate to set his arm free and run to the arms of his equally filthy mother. He looked at them. There was nothing wrong with them. They were German citizens; they were just a woman and her child. Why was hunting them down like savages? Even he didn't understand it. However, he was implo
APH-Asylums and Broken FlowersRussia is the blotted smears of bloodAPH-Asylums and Broken Flowers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the walls of old asylums,
And the screaming of lunatics
As they talk to the moon.
Russia is the horror of the moment,
When the prisoners of invisible chains
Are forced to concede
That no one is ever coming
To free them
From the nightmare of perceived dangers
And sterile devices of torture:
That they are alone,
And always will be.
Russia is a hammer
To break bottles
And abandoned hearts.
Russia is red snow
And too many years
Of cold summers.
Russia is a child crying:
A paranoid, twisted infant
In the face of an internal and eternal
Russia is only as good as his rulers,
And the people he represents.
In his oversized body,
He doesn't know where to go,
Or who to be.
Russia is the personification
Of dead sunflowers,
And the tragedy
Under the influence
And the Northern Lights.
Because his face is splitting open
Along the seams of his mouth,
As if to mirror
The state of his
Neglected OC Meme_WritingNeglected OC Meme_Writing6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Neglected OC Meme
First of all, choose one of your characters that you've been neglecting. (aka: haven't drawn, written, or otherwise played with in a while) Awww, the poor thing!
1. Now give us a small intro to the character. If you haven't written for them in a long time give us the intro scene from the original fiction. (spelling and grammer mistakes included. Nothing altered!) If you can't find it, write as much as you remember or re-write it.
2. Cool. Well is there anything about it or the character you'd change now?
3. Yes, yes. I see. Now let's get to know them a little more. Do they have any hobbies? Fetishes? Strange quirks? Write us a short scene.
4. We all need a way to support ourselves, so what about a job? Or if they aren't old enough to work, what are their future plans to support themselves?
5. How about getting a little more personal. Write about the strangest or most uncomfortable situation they've ever found themselves in.
6. Yes, well I can
What Is This Feeling...? -APH-Spamano;;What Is This Feeling...? -APH-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every frown, there's a smile to make up for it.
One with such a rare, lovely smile should not hide it..
Show it to me, amour!
We can do all that you want.~
Eat tomatos, sit in the sun.
You love me, like I love you...?
.. Mi amour, you don't know how long,
how long I've waited to hear those words
part from your lips. <3
S-shut up, bastard..
I just say that because...
You say I smile well,
I don't see it..
N-not that I... stare in the mirror or anything... ._.
You want me to kiss you?!?
W-WHY, N-NO! MY BLUSH ISN'T CUTE!
T-the way you look at me..
makes my heart pounded slightly faster..
JUST SLIGHTLY. BI
Oh, you still want a kiss?! NO.
Why? Because I don't want-!!
Although you are a bit annoying,
I can still see through you so easily.
Your fancey words:
They confuse me greatly.
I'd rather you spoke in English..
... But.. It does get a bit sexy
when you speak my name slowly
in a hush tone,
She Said Yes"She said yes," a rather dazed looking James told his three friends as he stumbled through the portrait hole.She Said Yes4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you serious?" Remus asked, sceptical.
"No, I'm Sirius," the dark haired teen grinned. Remus rolled his eyes, Peter sniggered, but James didn't seem to have registered the words. Annoyed at the lack of response, Sirius strode from his spot by the fire and smacked James across the back of his head.
"Snap out of it Prongs."
James straightened his glasses, the blow had knocked them down his nose, and looked at his friends, a dopey smile on his face.
"Evans finally agreed to go out with me."
"Are you sure she's not under the Imperius curse?" Sirius asked in a very serious tone.
"Shut up, Padfoot," Remus shut the book he had been reading with a soft 'snap'. Sirius pouted at him. "What happened, James?""
"Well, McGonagall called us about our Head boy and girl duties, and as we were leaving I asked her out-"
"As always," Sirius cut in.
"-and she said yes. She's going to Hogsmeade
APH - Snow Storms and VioletCanada is bleach-whiteAPH - Snow Storms and Violet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like brittle bones
Or the colour of curdled milk.
He is expressionless:
Forgotten and forgetful,
With violet, sunset clouded eyes,
That are as blank as the Arctic snow
In the lonely expanses
Of his heart.
Canada is young,
But sometimes, he feels
That he has lived too long;
Seen too much.
(He hasn't. He's just overcompensating for the fact
That he hasn't seen enough).
Canada is the purple bruises of steel production
On the skyline of his pretty smile,
And the crushed maple leaves
That emerge, half decomposed,
From the snow in the tentative springtime.
Canada is the anaemic, tired servant
To flags that are not his own.
Shrilly, he sings songs that do not match his heart,
Because if he danced to a melody
Reflective of his personality,
He would have to face his selfish core,
And come to the realization
That he is not a peacekeeper;
Just too afraid to fight.
Canada is a broken child:
A small, ineffective figure,
In a vast, incomprehensible world.
So in the echoing cor
No More PainNo More Pain4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No More Pain
" I would never hurt you I will never let ANYTHING hurt you, and if I have to sacrifice my own life, my own body, and the heart I lack I will do it, I will give up my life for you "
"Never forget, that's the truth."
You know, I never thought that I would ever find someone to call, 'my love', maybe it was because I did not know what it was, what it looked like, felt like nothing, I did not know squat, but I am getting ahead of myself to be honest I should not be telling you this story, instead I am going to let my oh right, I don't have a heart, well this will be hard then, OH. I know, I'll let my memories tell you about this story just be warned, I myself don't know if it was real or all a dream, either way I am happy with it.
All was quiet in The Castle That Never Was [TCTNW for short], nothing was really going on, it all seemed so quiet, so eerie, so -
"get that Heartless!! Don't let it escape
One for the birds.The most beautiful thing about a song birdOne for the birds.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not it's song;
It's the fact that if they miss a note
No one can tell.
Sitting idly by
Twit-tweeting tunes to travelers
It's up to each of us to misinterpret them differently
The truth is so mainstream
SoRiku All MineAll MineSoRiku All Mine5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sun sits high up in the middle of the clear, azure sky, signaling noon. It's a perfect summer afternoon, a day anyone would wish for. However, I stand alone at the edge of the shore, right where the water stretches to reach my toes, as they curl into the sand. The glimmering surface shines like that of the eyes of my love's. I'm not sure he returns, the love I give him, in the same form, but I'll take what I can get at this point.
My zipped up, yellow vest flutters in the breeze, that carries those cotton ball clouds as well. The khaki shorts I wear, swish as I walk to my rowboat.
I need to get away. Away from these people and to a place that I can be safe in. The place I can confess everything to, yet it doesn't judge me in the least.
The rays of sunshine beat down on me, as I work the muscles, that pump the oars and throw the boat closer to my sanctuary. None of my friends come here anymore. We're all too "grown-up" to be playing here anymore. They say we should l
Brilliance ENDThe day had been dreary, a dark grey fog hanging low in the sky, the air heavy.Brilliance END4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You killed them!" a handsome black haired man screamed at the small, twitchy young man in front of him, "They were your friends and you killed them!" The twitchy man retreated nervous steps as the darker man advanced.
Sirius went to pull out his wand, but Peter was too fast. In seconds his own wand had been thrown into the air with a disarming spell. But he could do nothing about it, watching in horror as Peter pulled out a blade and severed his finger from his hand.
He threw a curse to the ground, an explosion erupting behind him, just as Peter turned into a rat and scampered away into the sewers.
It didn't take a moment for the authorities to be on the scene, shell shocked and running on adrenaline, to do what they assumed to be right.
Naturally, Sirius attempted to chase after the real culprit, but there were already wizards apprehending him, dragging him along. "Stop it! No! He's getting away!" He atte
Thiefshipping 2Marik blinked and stared up at Bakura with his lavender eyes. He was at a loss of words for a moment. He finally gathered his thoughts and grimaced.Thiefshipping 25 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I don't want you!" he yelled, trying to sit up. Bakura just laughed and continued to pin him down, flicking his tounge at Marik's neck, which sent shivers down his body.
"You say no...but your body says yes." Bakura purred as he lightly bit at Marik's neck.
"S-s..." Marik began to say stop, but it was cut off because he began to moan. The reason for this is because Bakura had slid his shirt off and started nibbling at his stomach.
"As you were saying, Marik?" Bakura said with a mischevious grin. Marik blinked and said nothing. He knew Bakura was right. He wanted Bakura, wanted him so badly, but he wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of winning. He wouldn't.
"I was saying that I don't want you! Why can't you get that through your head! Sheesh, you would've figured that being alive for 5,000 years, you would be smart!" Marik snapped.
we belong togetherJust a fanfic that I decided to make. Its my first, so please dont flame THAT much. Ill except them because they make me laugh.we belong together7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I dont own Tokyo mew mew or the song
We belong together
Ichigo was lying on her bed, regrets about her past swimming around her head. She was so young she recalled. So trusting. But we all know what time does to those who live their life without a second thought. It throws complications, realizations of mistakes, and in this case regrets. If she thought out her life out a little more, she might have been happy, but that is not the case. Ever since the last battle with Deep Blue, or Masaya to be more exact, she couldnt have help but wonder What if Kish won the last battle? Would I be in love with him? In time a hole was burned in her heart and every day, little by little, she realized what mistakes she made and how she missed that perverted little alien. His laugh rung through her mind, his face like a brand
Dear Sirius- 7th July 19767th July, 1976Dear Sirius- 7th July 19764 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm sorry Regulus feels that way about you leaving. I still think you should try to leave, but if it's going to estrange him from you... I don't know. Perhaps there isn't a good solution to this. Sorry, that wasn't very helpful...
I think you should know that I'm thinking about running away, too. I didn't reply to your last few letters because my father locked me in the basment for something I said. Anyway, the point is that I might be spending the rest of my summer at the Leaky Cauldron. Or on the street, but anywhere's better than here. Please don't worry about me, though...
I love you, and I'll never forget that you love me. I promise.
Dear Sirius- 13th July, 197613th July, 1976Dear Sirius- 13th July, 19764 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Please be as careful as you can tomorrow. I worry about you defying them, but I know you have to do it and I understand. I wish I could be there to hear you and Regulus play, I know you'll sound beautiful. I also can't wait to hear those new compositions.
Sorry about your problem... You're right, I'm having the same one. Bloody full moon... Maybe you can fix it for me soon?
I wish he'd let me be outside for the moon; I know Moony will be much worse if he doesn't. I'm afraid of him, Sirius... But I know I'll never convince Father to let me out though, you know how he is. I can try to leave a window or door open for Padfoot, but no guarantees. It'll be dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt because of me.
That's disturbing about the attic, though. I died a little inside when I read that....
I love you and I need to see you...
A Holiday From YouFor Christmas,A Holiday From You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gave me a cross
With a tortured man nailed to it,
And told me that I was evil,
And I was going to burn in hell.
You said that if I had any decency
I would build my own cross
And use it,
Because I wasn't worth anything to anyone
I told you that Christ probably wasn't born
On Christmas anyway.
For Valentine's Day,
You gave me a blank look,
And said nothing.
I took your silence
And put it inside my chest
Because it's weight reminded me of how it felt
To have a heart,
And other Vital, yet apparently nonessential
You gave me a painted egg
With delicate intricacies
Turning the shell
Into a rainbow that reminded me
Of a gay pride march,
Or an end to the perpetual rain.
But when I cracked the egg open,
It was empty.
You told me that I was greedy,
And that the shell
Was the present.
I said that the hollow egg
Reminded me of us,
And treasured the broken fragments.
For April Fools Day,
You kissed me.
I prayed to have the date wrong.
On the Summer Solst
XxXMewIchigoXxX 's RequestIchigo laughed, "You're so funny Pudding!"XxXMewIchigoXxX 's Request7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pudding pouted, then rubbed her bottom in pain, "Pudding is hurt, Pudding didn't mean to fall off the balancing ball."
Ichigo lauhed again, "Pudding! That's a soccer ball!"
Pudding jumped up in surprise, "WHAT?!?"
Ichigo smiled and suddenly felt a presence behind her, "Who's there?"
Kisshu popped out of the air, "IT's me KITTEN!"
Ichigo frowned, "Why are you he-"
Masha popped out of her pocket cutting her off with, "Alien, ALIEN."
Ichigo shook her head, "Okay Masha go back to sleep."
Masha's eyes drooped and it floated back into her pocket.
Kisshu raised an eyebrow and commented, "I wish you'd deal with the real Masya like that."
Ichigo blushed, "How'd you know I named it after him?"
"I'm always watching you."
Her cheeks flushed and she threw her bag at him. Kisshu dodged it in surprise, "What was that for?"
"ALWAYS WATCHING ME?!?!"
His eye twitched, "What do you . . . oh . . ."
Ichigo held up a fist her eyes flaming red. KIsshu fled in fear a