Jeg liker deg Skwisgaar"Jeg liker deg Skwisgaar. Jeg... Jeg tror jeg elsker deg. Og jeg vet cant du forstår noe av dette, men du aner ikke hvor godt det føles å fortelle deg dette. Jeg skal dra nå... farvel Skwisgaar. Jeg ser på treningen!" - Toki WartoothJeg liker deg Skwisgaar5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Your Blood is Mine BobXBartYour Blood is Mine.Your Blood is Mine BobXBart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two souls entwined by fate.
Similar in spirit,
blinded by hate.
A thirst for revenge unending.
your retribution pending.
Sins of the past,
never meant for it to last.
The precipice of reconciliation,
That you and I aren't so different you see,
but you will never know truly what you mean to me.
Yet this rage is forever seething.
A feeling indescribable.
A craving, undeniable.
It's almost intoxicating,
To see you shaking, watch you quaking.
Your pain, my exhilaration.
Your fear, my salvation.
from my depths arisen.
My own asylum.
My eternal prison.
An endless cycle,
of hate and indifference.
Of pleas unheard,
Never to be taken.
The devil's bidding,
A heart never relinquishing,
Of an unfinished task.
A murder never come to pass.
No use repenting.
Never sorry, never lamenting.
Now it's time to pay the price.
Cold, silver bl
I'll Find You Again: Chapter 7I'll Find You Again: Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'll Find You Again"
Chapter 7: Sympathy
"There really isn't much to say " Sora said lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the slight intensity in his host's eyes. Such a scary face
"I know, it doesn't seem like it but " Miharu wondered how much he should say how much he could say. " Sora, I lost someone very dear to me But due to an accident, I can't remember them I can't remember much at all about them actually and it just seems "
"You seem familiar," The dark haired interrupted, looking at him. " That's what you want to say, right?"
The brunette froze, slowly nodding. " I wonder if just maybe "
They sat there in uncomfortable silence as thoughts raced through their heads. The only thing that finally broke the tension was when a lean black fur ball jumped onto the bed, meowing happily as he landed in Sora's lap.
"Hey there little guy" he laughed, playing with him quickly.
Does he notice?"I sense there's something in the wind,Does he notice?6 years ago in Teen More Like This
That feels like tragadies at hand,
And though I'd like to stand by him,
Can't shake this feeling that I have,
The worst is just around the bend,
And does he notice,
My feelings for him?
And will he see,
How much he means to me?
I think it's not to be.
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd,
In their enthusiastic cloud,
Try as I may it doesn't last,
And will we ever end up together?"
I found my self singing these lyrics while laying in my bed during the early morning hours. Thinking of the infamous...well lets leave him unnamed. I reached my arm above my head and stared at it, moving each digit individually letting the light hit my face in several different ways. A quick movement in the shadows. I sit up alarmed, but alas, it is all in my imagination. Or it may be paranoia...My sanity has slowly been fading away, along with my imagination and creativity. I thought of my nightmar
Party at Joe'sThe sun was slowly going down, and the party on the seashore outside Joe's lunch bar was still as exciting as it was when it started. Lights, banners and streamers covered the usually small and easy-to-miss diner. People had come from all around the valley to the seaside bar outside the Caves of Skops to celebrate the birthday of the friendly green extra-terrestrial who had arrived in the area a few years ago. Joe was turning 132 years old, in his species' years, but to everyone else he was just turning 21. Rayman, being the world's hero, was actually sort of glad to not be the center of attention for once. Most of Joe's friends were over talking to him, giving him colourfully wrapped gifts or taking food and drinks from the appropriately named 'food and drinks table'. Rayman was standing alone, leaning against the side of the giant-seashell-like diner, fiddling with some odd looking toy he found washed up on the shore outside his home earlier that day. After cleaning it a bit, he hadParty at Joe's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
''Don't Play in the Storm'', She Tells Me''Don't Play in the Storm'', She Tells Me3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Betilla did not like it when I went out during a storm. I remember how she panicked that time I went off to climb the Blue Mountains when a storm was forecast. It took me a while to understand, but looking back, I can see why. Being the hero, who had gone through so much to save the Valley from the reign of Mr. Dark, Betilla knew I was strong enough to survive out in bad weather, but a later incident made her much more wary. I will never forget that day either; I didn't think much of it until the weeks that followed.
The bad weather was already beginning that morning, it was windy and raining lightly and everyone in the Dream Forest was resting comfortably in their homes. Everyone except Tarayzan and I. We weren't afraid of a measly storm, I was a warrior and he lived in the outdoors. We ran freely through the forest, slipping on the muddy ground and wiping the rain from our eyelids as we jumped over the tree roots that protruded out of the ground. I didn't even care how wet of muddy m
Just OnceJust once, let me be happy.Just Once5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just once, look at me as if
I'm the only person in the world.
I know you won't.
Just once, can't I be happy?
Just once, don't ignore me.
Just once, tell me everything.
Everything you've kept from me.
Everything that's "not important".
Why can't you do that?
You keep hurting me...
You don't even know,
How I lay here at night,
The warm tears of sadness,
Running along my cheeks.
I tell myself to shut up, be quiet.
I know you love me.
I don't want to lose you.
But it hurts...
Just once, let me love you.
Just once, be there when I need you.
Just once, cheer me up.
Just once, please comfort me.
Thats all I want.
Bleach: A Shinigami Break 5Bleach: A Shinigami Break 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter Five: Digging Deeper
It was almost two in the afternoon and a light breeze was blowing across the beach, making the sand dance and float through the air. Jushiro Ukitake shivered slightly as the breeze moved past him but everyone else seemed to be enjoying the brief break from the blistering heat, especially Toshiro who had moved out of the hut he'd been hiding in and was now standing with his feet in the sea. Rangiku decided that it was time for a game; the frisbee hadn't been working to her satisfaction (she believed that it was defective) and so she decided that a hole-digging competition was in order. With a little help from Renji and Orihime Rangiku managed to gather almost everyone onto the beach in a large circle; Jushiro and Shunsui were still sitting a little way away and Byakuya was standing away from the group with his hands behind his back. Shunsui watched as Rangiku spoke to Nanao and then as Nanao quickly made her way to her captain,
"Captain Kyoraku!" she stood u
APH: HeartquakeThe door of our bedroom made a loud thud as it hit the wall violently. I came dashing in without paying any interest to the loud noise I created. I unknotted my tie and threw it harshly on the bed we shared every night.APH: Heartquake5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Don't you dare turn your back on me, Kiku." He spoke as irritation colored his husky voice. I felt his usually gentle hand take my wrist roughly making me spun and face his angry face.
I glowered at his glaring emerald eyes. My expression infuriated yet more composed than the blonde man. He always let his emotions come before his thoughts which I did not.
"What else Arthur-san? What else do you want to hear from me? I told you the truth and I have apologized. Do you want me to kneel down and beg for your forgiveness as well?" I glared harder as my words sounded mocking.
"Apologized? That was not an apology!" his voice was getting louder and his grip more firm. "You affronted me, you did not ask for forgiveness! How can I be sure you won't do it again? Don't take me for
Father's DayAuthor's note: Just a little thing I wrote for a belated Father's Day Inspired by my parents because this pretty much happened yesterday morning XD My mom tried to cook pancakes, she burned them...yeah lol Alfred has taken on my role here ^^ Anyway, enjoy my random dysfunctional family fic.Father's Day6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was Fathers Day and everyone was sleeping but him. Arthur smiled to himself as he prepared the pancake mix. He was going to surprise them all with a good breakfast. He couldnt wait to see the look on Francis face when he ate them. He heard a noise and turned, hoping that it wasnt Francis.
It was just his oldest, Alfred. Alfred, good lad. Could you help me here?
what are you doing, Dad? he said groggily, blinking his eyes behind his glasses.
Whats it look like? Im obviously making pancakes.
Alfreds eyes widened then. Oh shit.
N-Nothing! So, uh
Happy Halloween - FrUk familyAuthor's note: Here's a little AU fic I wrote up yesterday starring everyone's favorite dysfunctional family DDHappy Halloween - FrUk family6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"C'mon, Dad! Hurry up!"
Arthur smiled as he made his way through his living room to see his sons all dressed and ready to go trick or treating. Alfred was swinging his bucket back and forth, nearly hitting his brother each time.
"Alfred, stop swinging that around. You'll hurt Matthew," he warned.
Alfred pouted but stopped. "Can we go already? All the good candy will be gone if we stay here any longer!"
"We're waiting for Papa," Matthew said softly from inside his polar bear costume.
"Papa's too slow!"
A handsome blonde man seemed to float down the stairs towards them. "Hmm? You called for moi?" Arthur rolled his eyes at his husband's dramatic entrance. He was dressed as a very French looking vampire.
"Who are you supposed to be?" Arthur growled as Alfred cheered and grabbed the doorknob.
Francis fixed the cape around his shoulders and then wr
Beautiful LoveAuthor's note: So while RPing England on facebook one night, I posted a bunch of pics of the Dysfunctional Family and there was this one pic (linked below) where France was shown molesting England in bed while little Canada and America slept RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. Naturally, the comments I got on that were hilarious and were what inspired this. Some of the dialogue used during that RP is used here. So...yeah. XD Laugh and enjoy!Beautiful Love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
England wasnt sure whose idea it was to have a family outing. If he had known he was to be dragged to a restaurant, he would have worn nicer clothes. But France had suddenly announced that they were going to meet America and Canada for dinner at an Italian Restaurant. It must have been Americas idea, since they were all visiting in New York City.
The food was delicious and England was actually enjoying himself, though he would never outwardly admit it. He swirled the spaghetti around with his fork and was just lifting it t
Eyebrows - FrUkAuthor's note: I'm on a roll tonight 8D So I wrote another FrUk fic today about Iggy's eyebrows. I really wasn't sure what I wanted...but I knew I wanted it to be funny and involve France somehow. Hence this. The end is kinda meh, but I'll deal with it. It's just a little oneshot anyway. (And England's eyebrows totally have the magic curse that Harry Potter's hair does XD)Eyebrows - FrUk6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He thought plucking his eyebrows would somehow make him more attractive, and lessen the stares he sometimes got when out in public. He didnt expect them to keep growing back no matter how much he plucked them.
England didnt understand why his eyebrows were so against him. Bloody gits, he grumbled as he looked in the mirror. Cant just leave me alone for one hour, can you?
Arthur, were going to be late to the meeting if you dont hurry up! France called.
Ill be right down, he hissed. Realizing his eyeb
Meg Griffin: Expressing HerselfThe alarm clock buzzed at exactly 7:00 on a normal Monday morning. Meg Griffin groaned and shut it off.Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meg sighed and stared at the ceiling, which was blurry until she knew it was best to put on her glasses. She slowly emerged from her bed and made it.
Almost any other teenage girl's version of a normal day would be going to school, hanging out with friends, and maybe going to the mall after school.
But, unfortunately, it wasn't that way for poor Meg.
She knew what was going to happen once she came downstairs. Her father, Peter, would pick on her and probably fart in her face, and everyone else would start laughing.
Brian, the family dog.
Brian no longer helped pick on Meg, he was past that stage. But laying off Meg seemed to be foreign to the rest of the family.
Meg decided that she might as well get ready if she didn't want Peter to barge into her room, which happened at least once a week.
"Hey, Meg," her brother, Chris, greeted her when she arrived at the table. "I'm th
Anniversary - FrUkAuthor's note: So Mau send me this FML link and it sounded JUST like FrUk, so I worked off the quote Mau gave me and made this. It's a little heartbreaking because at the time I wrote it I was feeling pretty sad and lonely, so I channeled my feelings onto Iggy. Sorry, baby D: But I like how it came out anyway ^^Anniversary - FrUk6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had been busy at work in the kitchen, making all his specialties and eagerly anticipating the arrival of his guest. France was due to be coming over very soon, so his time was limited. He wanted everything to be special.
When the food was done, he placed it on the table and smiled. He was going to love it. He had even made some French dishes. He normally avoided French food like the plague, but since this was a special occasion, he figured he could squeeze it into his dinner menu.
He was washing his hands in the sink when he heard the door open and France walk inside. He went to greet him at the doorway, but France had a scrunched up look on his
AFJ reviews: Screams of Silence: Story of Brenda QAFJ reviews: Screams of Silence: Story of Brenda Q2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I took a high interest in in the Family Guy episode recently. What got me interested into watching this particular episode because of this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5qyHEYeGNM&feature=related. From what I got from that video and a little research this episode is highly criticized for its supposedly accurate portrayal of Domestic Violence, and lack of good humor in the episode. After watching the episode I…can see why this episode is considered one of Family guy's more controversial episodes alongside Partial Terms of Endearment, and When You Wish upon a Weinstein. I'm not offended by the subject matter portrayed in this episode, however judging this episode in a neutrally critical perspective, I like to say that this episode isn't that good. Why? Read the text to find my thoughts on Family guy Season 10, Episode 3: Screams of Silence: Story of Brenda Q.
Story: The episode starts with Peter Griffin leaving on a fishing trip with two of his best friends Joe Swanson and Glenn
Broken Down"Scheisse", a certain German cursed when his 'check engine' light started blinking at him. Glancing around, he found that it was just his luck that he happened to be in the middle of nowhere. Sighing, Ludwig flicked on his blinker, pulling over onto the arm of the road. It also just happened to be his luck that today had to be possibly the hottest day in the history of his country.Broken Down5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stepping out of the vehicle, he heard a muffled groan from the back seat but ignored it. The car was more to his concern than his brother's waking. He remembered when the albino had crawled into the backseat and had refused to drive, saying that he was 'Too awesome for driving' or something along those lines, and that Ludwig, as the younger brother, would have to chauffeur him. Ludwig probably wouldn't have trusted Gilbert to drive anyway if he had wanted to.
Running a hand over his barely slicked back hair, Ludwig reached under the hood and released it, grabbing the hood prop and using it for what it
Festival - Cuba x CanadaAuthor's note: My friend requested a Cuba/Canada fic, so I tried it. I've never written Cuba before, but it was fun :3 Also, if any of the Spanish or French is wrong PLEASE correct me so I can fix it. I haven't written or spoken Spanish in 3 years and I know next to nothing about the French language (except what my mom mutters around the house).Festival - Cuba x Canada6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Canada had no idea where he was being taken tonight. Cuba had just told him over the phone to dress in wild colors and that was it. So now he walked the streets of Havana dressed in the craziest colored clothes he could find. I look ridiculous, he thought as he walked past a mirror and saw his reflection. People all around him were dancing and playing music and not even paying attention to him.
Oye! America, what the fuck are you doing here?! Cuba came stomping out of a building in festive clothes towards Canada, who shrieked and put his hands up.
Im not America! Its me, Canada! he cried.
Issys GirlIssys Girl3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Es verschlug ihm fast den Atem, als sie ihm gegen die Wand drückte. Das Blut schoß durch
seinen Kopf und verpasste ihm eine verlegende Rötung. Und sein Herz schlug so schnell,
dass er nicht wusste, wie ihm geschah...
Ein paar Stunden zuvor
Phineas saß gelangweilt in seinem Zimmer. Nachdem seine tägliche Aktivität mal wieder
spurlos verschwunden war, Candace stotternd in ihr Zimmer verschwunden war und Perry faul
und träge auf seinem Platz schlummerte, hatte er einfach nichts mehr zu tun. Vorallem
vermisste er Ferb, der zur Zeit mit ihrem Vater in England war. Wie sehr bereute er es
jetzt, dass er nicht mit gekommen war. Doch als sie vor einigen Tagen aufbrachen, hatte
er bereit Isabella versprochen, ihr bei ihrem neusten Abzeichen zu helfen, und sein
Versprechen war ihm viel wert. Doch kaum war das 'Reite-ein-Nashorn' abgeharkt und
der Kurztripp nach Afrika beendet war, hatte auch sie sich mit ihren Mädchen ins Clubhaus
zurückgezogen. Und so
Merry Christmas - FrUk familyAuthor's note: I know it seems like forever since I last wrote or posted anything. I'm sorry! D: Anyway, I had wanted to write a Christmas fic before the 25th and I wasn't sure I would be able to because everytime I opened Mircrosoft Word, I just kinda stared at it a few minutes, got no ideas, and closed it. But I was able to write a fic just now and it's adorably cute and sweet and you might get cavities after you read it. It's set in an alternate universe, where I like to see Arthur and Francis as Alfred and Matthew's adoptive fathers. One of the scenes, where Alfred hands out the gifts, is actually a kind of tradition in my family. I usually hand them out, or my little brother helps sometimes. It's fun c:Merry Christmas - FrUk family5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hope you enjoy and if I don't make a note before then, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! <3
Arthur can hear the sounds of little feet running down the hallway and smiles against the chest he is sleeping on. "The boys are up," he whispers.
Wrapping ProblemsIt was getting close to bedtime as Sapphire finished up her modifications to her latest binding spell. The last few tests and tweaks had made for some promising results and it was hoped this would make it last longer with minimal user drain. With any luck, it would make controlling wild animal specimens easier.Wrapping Problems3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, Sapphire didn't dare mentioned she'd be using her own take on the spell on herself and her boyfriend for their own pleasure.
With the last of the adjustments made, Sapphire quietly cast the spell. As she spoke, red wrappings materialized before her and began to wrap around her body, soon cocooning her. This time around, she found herself more fully cocooned, coated from head to toe with only her eyes and some small openings for her nose left open. It cost a little more magic power than she thought it would, but it was within acceptable amounts.
Pleased with this new change, Sapphire wriggled and squirmed in her new bindings, finding them to be as secure as they had be
Sooner or later.Once upon a time, I breathed in innocence and exhaled simplicity. I remember it fondly.Sooner or later.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember my favorite grass-stained overalls with the light blue butterfly embroidered on the pocket, my bare feet on the damp grass, the feeling of the wind, it tasted like sweet perfection, flying through every single strand of hair on my head as I chased the fireflies that danced in the evening air. I remember the old, rusty swing sets, and how if I got up in the air high enough I could touch the exact place in the cloudless sky where the earth itself curved, though no one ever believed it. Back then, I remember laughing every second just because there was once a time where optimism wasn't a challenge. Back when real friends weren't an endangered species, but a bubbling well, filled to the rim; when family was a single unit, not split into shards; when the biggest worry I had was people stealing my favorite scarlet-colored crayon after I dashed to the potty. Simple.
Zacky, Watching Over Us - A7XZacky, Watching Over US Avenged SevenfoldZacky, Watching Over Us - A7X4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You don't control me, Brian." Zacky looked at his boyfriend. Brian stared back hard. "No matter how many times you tell yourself you can, you can't." His voice was low, stinging venom.
"You know that I don't do what I do on purpose. I don't mean it." Brian stared at his shoes, defeated. Zacky stared at him, his eyes seeming to burn holes through his body. He didn't like that feeling; he felt like Zacky was looking at his soul; weighing his heart against a feather.
Zacky shook his head. "If you don't mean it, then why do you do it? I've had enough of it. You make me feel awful about myself in so many ways. You were right the other night. Avenged Sevenfold would be better without me. So I'm going. You and the guys won't have to deal with me another day."
"I love you, Zacky! Don't go please "
"It's my life. I'm doing what's right for me."
And with one last hard look at Brian, Zacky walked out of the house, out of Brian's life