Forever NeverlandGrace disliked Tinkerbell. She disliked her because she had wings and she could fly whereas Grace stayed on the ground, catching fireflies. The fireflies, in turn, made it easy because they knew she would let them go. She would stare at their radiant light in awe and try to understand how something so little could shine so very bright.Forever Neverland2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She tried to pretend the bread she had in the mornings was ice cream flavoured, and even imagined her little brother had never been taken from them but had been enthralled and forever lost in Neverland. When she tried to explain this to her mother, her mother would look away quietly, and sometimes, rise with a quiet shudder...and leave the room.
For a little girl who had the hope of the world resting quite easily on her head as a crown, she knew. She knew that one day, he would come for her and maybe, maybe they could be together again like they were in her dreams.
As she grew older, she slept on a bed of green, with a desk of wood and a massive window t
Prussia and Germany"Ok Master Ludwig, they'll be ready now." The maid smiled as she informed her young master. "Yay cookies!" Ludwig ran into the kitchen giggling as he gazed through the stove's window at the cookies. "Can I take them out, can I?"Prussia and Germany5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No Master Ludwig, it will be safer if I do. Master Gilbert wouldn't forgive me if your hands got burnt." She placed on the oven mitts and carefully took out the cookies and placed them on the side as her child master pulled a chair to the side and climbed onto the counter. "It's Gilbert's birthday today, the cookies are for him." He smiled proudly at the first piece of baking he'd ever helped with. "Oh, that's nice I'm sure he'll love them. How about we get a nice basket to put them in?"
"Yeah!" After the cookies were safe in the basket Ludwig thanked the maid and ran back out the kitchen with the cookies. He raced down the hallway and up the stairs giggling all the way to Gilbert's room. Pausing at the door he shushed himself as if some one was with him and q
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
FractureKnowing nothing of this other land,Fracture1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet told to embrace it and call it mother,
We grew up with this phantom at our bedside,
hearing its oceans, its lost words, and its many
falling leaves. I thought that
I knew where my home was, here,
on the other side.
Yet I have known my whole life
the little ways it has denied me: Not always
skin, not just a facet
of color. But a face,
a book of names and dates,
a little house full of gods and saints.
So many words and among them
a few or five I recognize, most of them
expletives, a greeting for lunch, a cult-
ural equivalent to a high-five. Longing
for words of my own, I turned
to you and you
to soothe anger, poem
to ease pain and smooth cracks.
Let the poem know your fractures,
let it run fingers across hills and chasms.
Let all selves combine, intertwine
to one: let all the leaves fly upward,
crossing the bridge of air, back
into the world they fell from.
Only, there is no other
at the end of the path. The branch
is hollow, the roots
Fallen.It had been a two years since Gilbert had died. Prussiathe once noble and strong, no longer existed and neither did Gilbert. You were beside him when he died. You were covered in blood, and so was he. Only difference, you weren't staring death in the face like he was. The bullet went straight through him... And you could do nothing to stop it from happeningFallen.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When he was lying in your arms, his red-violet eyes silently leaking tears, and his near white hair drenched in dirt and dried up blood, he weakly caressed your face. "You-," He struggled out, "Will keep Prussia alive When people forget who the strongest was . You tell them."
You felt tears fall from your eyes only to have them land onto his face, washing away a streak of blood. "Gilbert " you whispered. "D-don't leave me "
"Long-"he whispered, "live Prussians." He smiled weakly at you.
You were the first woman he ever truly loved. He took you on real dates. He hung out with younot b
APH: Gilbert's InfernoNo amount of holy water could wash away the blood from my hands.APH: Gilbert's Inferno4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No prayers nor penance could make God forgive me for the lives that I ended
by my sword's sharpened blade. How...old was I when I took part in such a battle?
Where the Hell was my mind? Was I not conscious?
"I assure you my son, I will appease your sins. You are doing God's work by converting
the non-believers and killing all who appose! Fight on Gilbert, your grandfather would have wanted that."
"He would have wanted me to fight "
The man in the cloth had lied to me. For a young man, I was expected to fight,
not only because I was able bodied, but because I was a Teutonic Knight, I had to fight for God.
I needed to save the souls of the non-Christians, and kill all those who dare turn away from God!
I was his messenger, I was his vessel
Gilbert screamed his battle cry and charged forward towards the waiting troops.
This was it, he would be helping God by converting the non-believers and killing those
TES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' LyricsThe Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - "Sons of Skyrim" Song LyricsTES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Naal ok zin, los vahriin,
Wah dien vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal,
Ahrk fin norok paal graan,
Fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal.
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah,
Do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zyemah win kien meyz fundien
Alduin fyen do jun,
Kruziik vokun staadnau,
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lien.
By his honor, is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay,
And the fiercest foes rout,
When they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray,
And the Scrolls have foretold,
Of black wings in the cold,
That when brothers wage war come unfurled,
Alduin bane of kings,
Ancient shadow unbound,
With a hunger to swallow the world.
Werewolf Guidelines: My MythosWerewolf Guidelines: My Mythos4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This write-up is meant to clarify my own ideas about werewolves and lycanthropy in the context of my individual realm. These parameters define lycanthropy in my own characters' universe, and are not meant to be definitions for other opinions on the mythology.
In the Vengeance canon and later (The Pursuit and later fictional works), Versa Novak, age 17, is the 'world's only werewolf.' This is an assumption made by both Versa herself and her father (for Versa's mother and grandmother, her only other two female relatives, are both deceased). Other overlapping werewolf packs or existing real werewolves have not been discovered, or are at this point irrelevant to her storyline. I open the possibility of other werewolves existing, but proof of other lycanthropes is non-existent, canonically.
This being said, purely "Novakian lycanthrop
Spamano: Pasta is Love -script-Pasta is LoveSpamano: Pasta is Love -script-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Starring: Spain, Romano
Spain: ¡Buenos días, Romano~!
Romano: CHIGIII~!! Dammit Spain, you bastard! You scared me!!
S: Hehehe!! I'm sorry Romano! It's because I'm really happy today~!!
R: Wow, what a surprise, bastard...
S: Do you know why I'm happy??
R: No and I don't care...
S: *ignores him* Feliciano showed me how to make pasta and then I--
R: WHAAAT?? DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU WANNA MAKE PASTA NOW BECAUSE YOU WON'T! YOU SUCK AT THIS! YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN THE LAST TIME YOU TRIED TO MAKE PASTA, DAMMIT!!
S: No, no! Don't worry! I don't want to make pasta or anything... I just realized something really interesting...!!
R: Hmm? .... Like what?
S: While I was watching Feliciano cooking pasta... I thought of us~!!
R: ..... What the hell are you talking about, bastard??
S: I realized that pasta represents our love~!!
R: WHAT THE FUCK??
S: Sí~!! Just listen and you'll underst
APH: Unity, Justice, FreedomIt is the year 1989. The place is Berlin. The Berlin Wall is coming down. The night is finally over for the two brothers. No more sorrow, no more loneliness.APH: Unity, Justice, Freedom4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia East Germany stood in his brown-grey uniform in the cool breeze of November in front of a concrete wall, nervously watching the customs and guard points in front of him and the gate that stood behind them. He fiddled with his visor cap and looked over his shoulder at the masses of people who had gathered here, before the Berlin Wall. The world, or at least East Germany's world, was about to change: now one could freely cross through the Berlin Wall to west, to West Germany to Prussia's brother, Germany.
That Wall had stood between them for decades. But the German brothers had been separated even longer, ever since the Third Reich had fallen and part of Germany Prussia had been taken by Russia's Soviet forces. The ideological Cold War had come between the brothers to keep them apart
America's Revolutionary WarThe tea is in the harborAmerica's Revolutionary War3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Patriots are cheering
The British are searing
Sorry Eyebrows , we Americans don't drink your tea
War is near
We show no fear
Because we are Americans,
our pride stands high and clear
They tried to break our spirit and our soul,
yet here we still stand
Battle after battle we get closer to our goal
Prussia and France are now our allies
Surely we will win!
So England watch out, here we come
With our guns and canons
The last battle is here
England's army tries to hold back their fear
Everyone's uniform in muddy and gross
The smell of past battles
We have England cornered
yet he still tries to flee
By boat and by sea
But who is that in the distance I see?
Why it is France!
The Americans have won the war!
England is forced to go back to his lore
Now life is peaceful is the small 13 colonies
America will someday be a big country
Even stronger than England
 Eyebrows- That's what Alfred calls him sometimes
 Lore- Fairy Tales
One Word -- 1Flowers RussiaOne Word -- 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan sighed heavily, staring into the monochromatic world of cold and death. How long would it be until he could see flowers outside again, before his beloved would return the sun to him? How long until the sun melted away the chill of loneliness he felt, finally letting his happiness bloom?
He wished he knew.
The midday sun shone brightly through the window, causing Lovino to grumble a few curses and pull his pillow over his head. Next to him, Antonio began stirring, the light seeming to interrupt his siesta as well.
"Loviii... close the curtains..."
"Do it yourself, moron."
"Y-Yong Soo, what is this... this thing, aru?!"
"It's a dress, of course! Geez, Aniki can really be dumb."
"Why did you give it to me?"
"Because Aniki is so moe, and the dress is so moe, and everyone knows that Korea invented moe, daze!"
"That... makes no sense, aru..."
Germany x Italy 'All I need'It had been a while since Ludwig had returned home, he had some big mission to accomplish and no one else was aloud to go. It was quiet in the large house the three nations Italy, Japan, and Germany lived in without Germany there. Well Japan was always the quiet one but he preferred to be at home in his own land so it was mostly Germany and Italy there. Without Germany though the pasta lover had no one to sit with or anything, so he was just stuck there.Germany x Italy 'All I need'6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Italy let out a soft sigh sitting in the kitchen by himself, waiting for his nearly best friend to come home, and he knew it would be a while but he just wanted to sit...and wait. It wasn't long till there was a knock and Italy practically sprang out of his chair excitedly and rushed to the door, "Germany!" he said happily but his face fell when it wasn't him, it was just Japan. "I have letters but for some reason they came to me." He said softly stepping in. Italy frowned a bit lowering his head, "Pasta~" he whined a little bit follow
Prussia- Appearances Are DeceivingDisclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters Not even Prussia Sniff But I am gladly surrendering ownership of the assholes who show up in this tale! I'd also like to apologize in advance if I screwed up on some of my historical info. I tried my best to get it right but I am only human.Prussia- Appearances Are Deceiving4 years ago in Drama More Like This
A young boy, appearing to be about eight or nine years of age, walked down the road towards a nearby village. He wore white pants and a white tunic with a symbol of a black cross on it. He also wore a cloak that had that same cross on it. His hair was a darker shade of white than his clothes, almost silver. His dark red eyes held a mischievous glow. He walked with an air of arrogance, a small yellow bird flying near his head.
Who was this boy ? Why, they called him the personification of the Teutonic Knights.
Teutonic Knights, along with the yellow bird who accompanied him, walked into the village in search of a little respite. After all, he had just dealt with
Damn American Heat Chapter 1The Russian sighed, his head in one hand, gazing out the small rectangular window of the plane. Most of the people around him stared confused at his large unneeded coat and long scarf, but he didn't care, when ever the murmmers got loud enough to reach him, he'd just shoot them a silencening glare, pull his scarf over his chin and return to watching the plane glide over the clouds the sea breaking though them in places, a deep shade of creased up blue amongst the fluffy white cotton candy.Damn American Heat Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
His destination was America, to see his lover, Alfred would normally come to see him over in Russia so Ivan didn't really travell to America often. But the young American wasn't a fan of the cold, he would often become bitter because of the lack of heat. Exept when they'd lay down by an open fire together under a blanket, just enjoying the presense of each other. The smaller male curled up into his chest, his cheeks a light shade of red, stealing the heat from the other. Sometimes if the nights were
The Downfall of PrussiaThe Sky roars, The baby criesThe Downfall of Prussia3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Canon fire, The blood flies
The ending war has finally come
His time is truly done
The end of his knightly ways
His red eyes shine with in unshed tears
Blood stained uniform, A thunderous night
The black raven 'crows', Another loss of a Knight
Red was all the old nation could see.
Blindingly the nation whispered to Germany
"We must end this now, tonight"
The young blonde nation looked over in surprise
Rising his sword above his head,
it fell to the ground with a 'clank'
Then Prussia whispered the words he would forever regret
"I hereby announce, that Prussia is officially dissolved."
Everyone on the bloodied field turned to look at him
The adversaries cheered and danced, as Prussia slowly cried.
A blinding white light shown through the night
The rain had came and gone,
As did the war
Slowly, but surely the old nation began to fade
The nation's army began to cry
It's now Prussia's time to die
He, himself was purely calm
For peace was nearly at dawn
The CallingCome my love, it is time to know all... everything, you remember all those unfilled longings, those wishes that no one granted. Carried with you in time, within the centuries, searching, vaguely remembering and ceasing all life without the knowledge of THE ONE.The Calling3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What keeps you with me? We are solitary, but yet, two wolves that pass in the night. Ah, such glowing eyes, you stopped to see me. How was your longing then? Time knows no bounds... into which you stared into timelessness, love without ending. You followed, seeking me... such soft warmth. You remember. Now you remember.
The stars, they fell, one by one to this earth. One by one you counted them. We watched them fall together, you and I. The moon was not there, it was the time before they even knew to call a beginning. Long ago, my sweet love.
The feeling is eternal, sometimes without love, or without hope... carried into lifetimes of regret, sorrow, pain.
But now is not the time to wee
The Black Legend: Chapter 4The Black Legend: Chapter 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hyascinthe had grown substantially, almost unnaturally fast. She began to fill out the leather armor Ocheeva had given her, as well as nearly perfected her skills in the arts of assassination in a few weeks time. She had learned most by watching the other family members: Telaendrill with her bow, Ocheeva and Teinaava with their blades. They had even gone as far as teaching her their skills, giving her the opportunity to learn from their experience. By far, she favored the bow: being able to climb a structure, such as a tree, or perch on a rooftop and fire from the shadows proved most beneficial to her. She had good form with daggers and short swords, but her strength endurance was a weakness, which would take months of grueling training to enhance.
The time had come for Hyascinthe's first contract. The target proved a challenge for the young dunmer: a pirate captain on a ship docked in the Imperial City. Boarding the boat unseen was not so much of a challenge, since she waited, scoutin
Drowned in BoundsDrowned in Bounds5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Abel wach auf."
Endlich machst du die Augen auf.
Es ist eines jemandes Seele zu verzehren, jemandes Seele zu tilgen bis er vergeht. Etwas anders jedoch jemandes Seele ins Dunkel zu ziehen, mit der Absich sie zu Grunde zu richten um sie ewig zu erhalten. Wenn du zerbrochen wärest, Bruder, was hätte ich getan?
Aber du bist nicht zerbrochen. Dein Licht hat dich beschützt. Trotz der gleichen Dunkelheit, mit der auch ich in der Finsternis versank, bist du nicht wie ich. Du bist heller, selbst hier in der tiefsten Schwärze. Ich kann es sehen, dein Wesen. So ähnlich wie das meine. Dabei warst du so Gut. Und ich so Schlecht.
"Wie fühlst du dich, Bruderherz?"
Du antwortest nicht, doch deinem Blick zu schließen begreifst du, langsam.
Vor meinem inneren Auge ziehen Erinnerungen vorbei. Warst nicht du es, der mich dazu beschwörte, aufzuhören? Der meine Taten stoppte und dem Blutrausch ein Ende setzte? 'Hör auf.', hast du gesagt. Einfac
DreamsYou're clenching on to your dreamsDreams3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Despite the fact that they are mere illusions.
Illusions of thoughts and memories you never had.
Real MenThere ain't no real men anymore. I remember when men looked like men. They had the hair on their chest and they weren't afraid of it. These days men wax like pansies and all the girlies go chasing after the hairless fairies. Ha! My girl, she likes me the way I am, she likes the way I never use any of that sissy deodorant and come home smelling manly.Real Men5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I think Dwight might be leaving me for a man. He keeps going off on these rants about real men, and I've caught him looking at my vintage Playgirls a few times. And he keeps mentioning this bodybuilder guy Barry, who apparently is the epitome of a "real man." I don't think I'm masculine enough. I think I read somewhere that scrawny men like Dwane like masculine women.
I kept thinking this old geezer was gonna make a pass at me, the way he was staring. Then he tells me his wife started lifting weights. But chicks ain't supposed to do that! And then she stopped shaving her legs. I tell ya, the days of real women are long gone. Now th
Hetalia Fanfic MemeName twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.Hetalia Fanfic Meme4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1) Have you read a five/ten fic before?
Spain/Russia? Can't say I have...
2) Do you think three is hot? How hot?
Canada? He's not hot; he's adorable. Completely adorable. Too adorable.
3) What would happen if six got one pregnant?
If Germany got England pregnant?.... Well, at least we know who's not paying child support!
4) Do you recall any good fics about nine?
Austria. One from Isebellaluna.... I think.
5) Would seven and two make a good couple?
Maybe. IF Germany doesn't kill China and Russia doesn't kill Italy, thus starting WWIII....
6) Four/eight or four/nine?
America/Romano, or America/Austria... Huh..... America/Austria. AmeRom just doesn't work with me.
7) What would happen if seven discovered three and eight in a secr