A Liar's Excuse"Dare you to jump" (You think you can)A Liar's Excuse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A suicidal praise
To steal words of the mockingbird
To try and win with 26 royal flushes with only 2 cards
And one erected finger in defiance. "Dare you."
Slumbers to invoke dreams of
Illusionists and Jokers
Who do you think you are? Interrupting one's dreams
Bring yourself to a secluded world, dragging others in
Place that rusty, bloody object on your head! Crown your self queen of this corn
And of me
You seem to have an everlasting fountain
With cheery clothing
Blue eyes with violent, witty intent
Your soul is waving and slapping ever so greatly against my individualism
So breathe like it was your first and first among this world
Let the air make you fly then drop you cold and useless in your delirium
"You deserve it."
Don't stop until the northern lights become your cape
The stars your jewelry
Because you know you're worth it
Oh so worth it
Even if the other damn you, like me
So eternal bliss fall to your feet
England X Shy! Reader X AmericaEngland X Shy! Reader X America2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all a joke. I was so stupid to have trusted him. I gave my love and he didn’t give it any importance. It hurts so much. So this is what it feels to be betrayed, rejected and heartbroken.
I forced myself not to cry because if I did, I would ruin my makeup that was put on by my aunt for an hour.
Tonight was a big night because the prom is taking place and it’s also this time that I broke up with my boyfriend, Alfred F. Jones but I recently found out that he was just playing with my feelings and it broke my heart into pieces.
I was such an idiot to believe those words he told me.
No, I have to get him off of my mind and focus on what’s in front of me. I took another deep breath, gripping the hem of my cocktail then went inside where I was greeted by the one in charge of preparing tonight’s event. She gave me a gate pass and I handed it to the security guard. I walked in but I stumbled forward because someone bumped me.
I whipped my head and instead of tellin
Russia -Ivan- FactsTen Russia[Ivan] FactsRussia -Ivan- Facts6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
1. "The Russian flag used to be white with a single blue stripe until Ivan discovered the lead pipe and decided to pay Latvia a visit."
2. "Regan didn't tear down the Berlin wall. Russia just uses that as a metaphor for taking Germany's virginity"
3. "Russia decides when it's time to D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel, not Yugi"
4. "It's cold in Russia not because of it's geographical location but because Vanya's smile scared all the happy thoughts away"
5. "Russia's scarf is pink not because he likes the color, but because he stole it from a baby Lithuania"
6. "Russia can't have a heart attack, he attacks the hearts"
7. "America didn't buy Alaska from Russia, he just took one step closer to becoming one with him"
8. "When you pwn newbs with the Hammer in SuperSmash Bros. you're actually unleashing the wrath of Ivan's proletariat"
9. "Russia carries a sunflower because the Russian word for 'flower', muka, sounds like mooka, the Russian word for torture"
10. "That tingling from
The Players' EpilogueSUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER X: That was all very well, of course; exceedingly tragic, you know, positively heart-wrenchingThe Players' Epilogue7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
SUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER Y: I wouldnt go that far.
X: But what about us? I mean, what are we, pond scum or something?
Y: I do believe were the comic relief.
X: No farewell speech, no rending cry of pain at the end of lifenothing but a snicker from that brat of a protagonist in celebration of his infinite cleverness at having our poor heads whacked off instead of his own. He, of course, gets two pages of script on which to elaborate. And what do we get? Diddly. As usual.
Y: I would have been happy with a short monologue. You know, earlier on.
X: (Sighing.) But, alas, it could only have been a dialogue of sorts. For we are but Siamese twins in this grand play of life. Where one goes, the other must follow closely on. What one says, the other must echo in due fashion.
Y: Siamese twins? But were
X: I was being metaphorical
You're SpecialYou know what I love? People who lie. People who speak half-truths and quarter-truths and sometimes ten-and-a-fourth-truths. All those ugly, stupid people. People who compare you to a summer's day or a flower because they love you.You're Special7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Well, I love you, too.
I love you lots and lots. I promise you. And you should believe me because I tell you. Not because I SHOW YOU with actions or because I do anything for you. Just believe me because I will spend a minute and a half every now and then to give you a two-thirds-truth that suggests something about the way you look or the way you make me feel. I'll maybe write a paragraph and a half so that you understand, so you look at me and think, Yes. I believe. Do you believe? Because I don't.
Oh, you're so special! You're so GOD DAMN SPECIAL! But you're only SPECIAL right NOW because I SAID you were so freaking SPECIAL. And in a few d
Guide to Fantasy CreaturesA Field Guide to Fantasy CreaturesGuide to Fantasy Creatures9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Banshee - A woman, dressed in white, who makes appearances to sing or recite poetry the night before a loved one is to die. Until very recently (when new legislation was introduced to protect consumers) life insurance companies frequently cancelled policies upon reports of banshee sightings. Great care must be taken to distinguish between banshee singing and banshee yodeling, as the latter merely indicates that you will, at some point tonight, accidentally ram your shin into the coffee table.
Basilisk - The origin of the phrase "If looks could kill." The basilisk is a small lizard-like creature hatched from the egg of a serpent. It secretes a venom so toxic that not even Keith Richards can survive it, and even its gaze is instantly deadly. Consequently many modern, peace-loving basilisks are forced to wear blindfolds in order to have any interactions with normal society; even so they have difficulty securing Prom dates, and are fr
Furries: Srs BiznessFurries have seemed to infect the internet over the years and are growing even more popular by the day. It all starts out with small, cute little ears on top of the internet personas head and then all of the sudden it hits. Yes, the furry virus hits. Those little cat ears poking through the personas hair basically explodes to coat any sort of human traits left on the body with fur. Paws form, claws grow, snouts appear where the noses were, legs snap to form some messed up version of hind legs. Take a bit of human, take a bit of animal, smash the two together and then we form a furry.Furries: Srs Bizness7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Of course, thats fine I suppose. It truly isnt my cup of tea, but if the person wants to draw or describe their internet persona as a humanized dog; all the power to them. Ill continue to draw myself as I look for my DeviantART IDs and the furries can draw themselves as cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, all mixed in with a touch of human. I can stand the art as well becau
Last Beautiful GirlCastiel knew his decision to raise - or in this case, lower - Jo Harvelle was right when he found her heaven. The memory she was in at that point was a simple one. They were in what Castiel knew to be the Roadhouse. Castiel watched as Sam and Dean entered. It was remarkable to see Dean this way, unhaunted by memories of the Pit because he had not yet been there.Last Beautiful Girl4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel watched silently as the Winchesters crept towards a man lying prone on a pool table. Ash, he knew, although he'd never met him. The angel-turned-God watched as Ellen and Jo leapt out, shotguns trained on the Winchesters. Castiel took note of the expression on Jo's face: pure admiration for the older Winchester.
He stepped forward, making himself known to her. She looked at him for a moment, confused. "Cas?" she asked as the rest of the scene played out before them, unaware that one of the characters was no longer playing h
Mages and Templars:TranquilityThere were fields of gold spreading underneath the clear blue sky - not a streak of clouds in sight and the sea beyond it, reaching further than the eye could see. The bright sun, shinning high above him, was warm on his skin, but the wind was a soft breeze, a cool and soothing touch.Mages and Templars:Tranquility4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He walked slowly across the plain, the golden straws tickling his palms as he moves forward, towards the ocean. From a distance he could hear waves crashing against the shoreline. Birds were crossing the sky, their cries somewhat calming in the symphony of nature.
The honey-colored eyes, however, wasn't taking in the stunning view of the world in a palette of gold and blue, but the woman standing in the sea, water to her ankles and the wind making her ruby hair and her midnight blue robes dance around her otherwise immobile frame. His mouth curved into a smile, watching her watch the waves travel across the sea.
Cullen got closer to his love by the moment, didn't make an effort to sneak up on her a
Mages and Templars: AnywhereMages and Templars: Anywhere4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The rain was pouring from a clouded sky. Waves were crashing against the sides of the boat taking people from the City of Chains to the Gallows, making it rock back and forth even harder than usual.
Hayden was sitting on a crate in a corner under the deck, trying hard not to notice the young mage that so obviously was feeling seasick. He was trying hard not to throw up, she could tell. The templars was already looking furiously at him for the mess he'd made on the floor the first time and they're eyes told them all that they would not tolerate a second time.
She was a spirit healer as well as a battle mage and she could easily ease his illness, but if she were to help him she would expose herself to the templars. And even if she was the Warden Commander and Hero of Ferelden, she hardly believed that they would just let her go, with all the things that had happened with the mage-rebellion. And she didn't want to trouble Cullen because of a boys seasickness, not when the boat would dock
Bullets and Scars Ch. 3Bullets and Scars Ch. 33 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
How many years had passed since then? Three years? Four? It had been almost four years since she left Earth and joined the Alliance military and now she was being rewarded with the Star of Terra for her efforts on Elysium. Though efforts was perhaps the wrong word. She hadn't done everything she could to save the human colony when it was attacked by pirates, slavers and batarian warlords. No. Avery rallied the civilians to defend their home and when the attackers broke through their defenses, she singlehandedly fought them off until backup arrived.
It had been almost four years and she was now viewed as a hero of humanity, being rewarded with the Star of Terra for 'courageous and distinguished service that is above and beyond the call of duty'. She singlehandedly fought of slavers and pirates and she was still afraid. Her heart was pounding hard inside her chest the entire ceremony for fear that she would find his face in the crowd. That this was all helping him find her again. That th
DA2: BreakevenBreak-evenDA2: Breakeven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fenris stared into the empty bottle of Aggregio. A few, red drops of the wine were at the bottle, but he didn't feel like going for them. That would just be pathetic.
A second later, he drained the bottle of the last few drops.
He stared at the label, making out a few words. Faline had been teaching him, but he was afraid it was going no where. Their sessions were... awkward, to say the least. Since he'd walked out, she hardly looked at him. He missed the elven mage's quirky ways, the way she would nervously giggle when she spoke, how when he surprised her she'd let out a benign jolt of electricity around her hands...he really was hopeless.
But...earlier that day, she'd been different. She'd been her bubbly, cheerful self again. She'd actually smiled at him. He'd been...confused. When he asked her if something was wrong, he'd found out.
Apparently that filthy abomination had gotten his hands on her.
You have no right to feel jealous. You left. he
DA II Fanfic-Waiting to ExhaleTitle: Waiting to ExhaleDA II Fanfic-Waiting to Exhale4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age II
characters/pairing: Fenris/F!Hawke (Ageha)
Disclaimer: Fenris, Varric, Merrill, Isabela, Anders, Sebastian, Leandra, Orana(c) Dragon Age: II bioware/EA
All other characters (c) me.
Dragon Age II
Waiting to Exhale
"I need somewhere I can work on my healing NOW!"
The door burst open, with Anders pushing through the heavy wooden panels, followed by Fenris, carrying the barely conscious Ageha Hawke. Varric, Aveline, Merrill, Sebastian and a guilty looking Isabela closely trailed behind.
Leandra nearly fainted upon seeing the sight when rushing down the stairs to investigate the commotion.
"Ageha!" she cried. " What happened? Was she caught in the fight with those Qunari outside? Maker, no, please don't take her, too! She's the only one I have left!"
Leap: Chapter 2Leap: Chapter 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
12 Kingsway 9:27 Dragon
Lothering, Southern Bannorn, Ferelden
Malina liked Lothering. Sure, the little creek running through the middle of town smelled like an open sewer… mostly because that's just what it was, and yes, quite a few of the locals seemed somewhere between "slow mabari" and "clever lump of dirt" in terms of intelligence… that made no difference. Lothering was blessed with something no other town could claim: the most oblivious templar force in the whole of Thedas. Not only had they managed to live quite happily for years, they had done so without so much as a single question. Even when Bethany developed a religious streak and began attending Chantry services over the strenuous objections of, well, everyone, their lives remained calm.
The sisters were sitting on the bridge over open-sewer creek, kicking their legs over the edge. They had been giggling about an Orlesian novel Bethany had found somewhere. "I think it seems silly," Bet
The Way Out Is Through - Chp.2Ardinal Tabris turned to face the remaining Templars. Their advance had slowed as they took head of the Grey Wardens who had not only appeared among their folly, but downed their Lieutenant in one deadly strike. Her armour shone a hellish red. Battle born flames danced across her blades. Her frame, although petite in stature commanded a terrifying presence, one which the Templars had undoubtedly noticed. Two from their ranks approached her, caution in their steps.The Way Out Is Through - Chp.24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"This does not concern you Grey Warden. An Annulment is in pla..."
"Wardens are my concern Templar." Ardinal responded sternly.
The Right of Annulment had most probably been called off after Meridith's demise, but Luca decided it best not to mention, given these Templars had attacked with no certainty of the mages among them.
"Our order is withdrawing from Kirkwall. I am here to ensure that all are doing so, and without incident." Ardinal continued.
"It's Hawke. I'm sure it is. If she's here then that bastard..." The second T
DA2 - End of MeDA2 - End of MeDA2 - End of Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: A scrap songfic, my computer crashed halfway through writing it, and by the time I got it back up I had lost my inspiration for this. Rather than forcing it, I decided to leave it as it is; short and sweet.
This is cannon with my 'And Everything In Between' fanfic (fenfic *snicker*). Sorry for the angst, but it's Fenris and it makes sense. Bah, enjoy~
The light grew dimmer until the fire was all but out. Even the candle on the table had given up some time ago, only the cold, hard wax stuck to the brass holder and cracking wood of the table were left to tell it had existed at all. I didn't want to stir, but her smell no longer lingered, her warmth long gone from the room. Did I wish for her return? Did I dare to? Still clutching my head in my hands, I hunched over the table, trying to comprehend. Perhaps I should go to her, try to explain.
~Emily will find a better place to fall asleep~
Alas, no; surely she desired solitude. Probab
LoveLove4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How do you know when you're in love?"
Seth raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason you're asking that so out of the blue? And am I giving the king my professional opinion, or giving friendly advice?"
Alistair chuckled sheepishly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Friendly advice, please. If I have to listen to one more 'professional opinion' about anything, I'll go bloody insane. And yes, there is a reason behind my asking."
"Mm." Seth grinned. "It...wouldn't have anything to do with the Nevarran princess coming with the entourage that arrived yesterday, would it?"
Alistair blushed. "It might. But just answer the question."
The Chancellor laughed. "Well, it's hardly the same for everyone, but as far as Leliana and I go, for my part, I knew I was in love with her when she told me I had to choose between her and Morrigan, and my heart nearly stopped beating at the thought of losing her. It
flightless birdThe Little Girl who's Mother was a Flightless Birdflightless bird6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Here is a glittering twilight purple and silent. Rolling hills and distant winds chiming distant voices. A lone spindly tree holding only half of it's leaves and a lone figure underneath it keeping the rest of them company. A little girl.
She had never been a normal child with a moral life nor had she ever been entertained by conventional things. She was a sick child both in body and mind.
Every once in awhile while she would get sick and have to stay in bed for months. During these times she eventually became adjusted to the unrelenting pain. She would not cry out... yet, her heart was weak you see, as often weak as her spirit and far less secretive.
They sit under a poplar tree when the twilight was cold but forgiving she ponders all of this.
As the feathered death fluttered between her cold fleshy digits she found a sense of glee, she had not found this often or many times before sitting underneath that poplar tree.
Sleepwalker, Chapter 1Sleepwalker, Chapter 111 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cheetor quietly opened the door to his quarters and peeked out. No one around. Good. It was the middle of the night, and the rest of the Maximals were all sleeping. Optimus had ordered them to bed after a long day's work doing repairs. The Predacons had caused trouble the day before, and the Axalon had been looking a little worse for wear after the attack. It had taken a full day to repair all the damage. Cheetor knew that he should have been tired, but he was feeling a little restless again, and he thought that a midnight run might do him some good.
He slipped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him. He knew that Rattrap was on night duty, but Rattrap had a tendency to fall asleep on the job when he thought nobody was watching. Now if only he's asleep tonight…
A quick look around the corner confirmed that Rattrap's eyes were closed, his arms behind his head and his feet up on the console. Cheetor laughed inside. If Big-Bot only knew! Oh well, all the better for m
Mages and Templars: FlamesMages and Templars: Flames4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Once again she found herself in Kirkwall, the City of Chains. Hayden had been there only once before, and that was now more than three years ago. She knew very well who was the Knight-Captain of Kirkwall and she'd convinced herself that the reason that she didn't not come to see him the last time was because she simply didn't have the time, that her business as a Grey Warden had occupied her and before she even knew it, the city was under attack by the qunari and they had to leave to not get involved. But deep down she knew that she was only lying not to everyone else, but to herself. The reason she didn't meet Cullen three years ago was fear. She was afraid and she still was. Why would he want to meet her? How could she believe that he would want to see her, even after what he said at the Circle in Ferelden? She was just deluding herself.
But there she was, in his home, as his desk, not so much looking at the papers on it but more listening to the rain outside. She'd stop crying whene
Evening Star By Mihai EminescuEvening Star By Mihai Eminescu6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The One ThingIrene groaned as her best efforts to prevent the inevitable proved fruitless and her hand dropped toward the rough wood.The One Thing4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her knuckles had barely brushed it when Gilmore grinned and slapped the table. "Touching!"
"Ha!" Fergus crowed, still not letting up until Irene let her arm go limp in surrender. "I can still beat you, little sister."
She sighed before grinning at him. "Not for much longer. I've only been training for four years, compared to your nine, and I'm already giving you a run for your money, big brother." She put a teasing emphasis on the last words, pairing them with a playful swing at his shoulder.
"You're just not allowed to beat me until you're eighteen, alright?" Fergus joked as he pushed back from the table. "Losing to my younger sister will be bad enough then, but my sixteen year old sister beating me at arm wrestling is just not allowed to happen." He leaned over to tweak the bridge of her nose. "Promise?"
"I make no such promise,