Denial pt. 5/10 - USUK Chubby!AmericaTitle: Denial pt. 5/10 - USUK Chubby!AmericaDenial pt. 5/10 - USUK Chubby!America1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: USUK Established relationship. Chubby!America America knows he looks fantastic, even with the extra chub. England would probably think so too… right?
When America hits the comfort food, he hits it harder than a blue whale falling from twenty-thousand feet. (Not that he knows this from personal experience... or anything.) After the first twenty-four hours of England still being pissed off at him, America went to the store with his SUV and returned with it piled high to the ceiling with all the sweetest, corn-syrupy, calorie-laden, godawful, delicious things that he could find in three stores combined.
England didn’t say a word to him when he came into the house bearing the “fruits” of his labors, nor did he say a word when America situated himself in front of the TV with his playstation and began to play through all the video games that he had rage-quit over the years. Nor
A Promise Chapter 6 - Dangerous GameA Promise Chapter 6 - Dangerous Game3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The laughter, excitement, selfishness, amusement, dancing, and simple-mindedness of those royals could be heard from the main corridor where another could smell the bitter cigars, sweet alcohols, and disgusting stench of humans and their sweat. The night's cold air was cool against Ramona's pale skin and made her sigh in relief. All the chaos that was going on at the party was stressful but nonetheless, Ramona knew even if she didn't want to admit it that the contemptible demon would keep a good eye on master Ciel. The fresh air filling her lungs up was so clear and tasted minty. Now standing in the middle of the garden, surrounded by a flowers that represented purity and innocence; a white rose.
Smelling the flowers, Ramona hears a twig snap behind her. Turning around she sees the last person she wants to talk to Sebastian. After her mix up of words she felt humiliated and a li
WonderingsWonderings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like to wonder.
Just let any thoughts
I've had recently
Flow through my head.
They can be good
Or they can be bad.
They can be cheery
Or they can be sad.
It really doesn't matter
If it's a thought I've had.
Some thoughts I'll remember
Others I won't
Some I wish I didn't have
And others I just don't.
But enough of this jibberjabber.
The fact of the matter
Is that my mind will rot
If all it's taught
Is to sit around
With no ideas to be found.
Or if pointless rhymes
Waste my time.
So releasing it's shackles
I let it run free
Trying so hard
To make words fit
But simply accepting the fact
That some things
Aren't meant to flow perfectly
Are meant to be wondered about.
That's why sometimes
I like to wonder.
Jacklyn and the Beanstalk CH4Jacklyn and the Beanstalk CH44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few days, Jacklyn found herself quickly adjusting to life in the castle. It was hard to say if it was better or worse than her life in Revelle. Food was easy to come by, as the giant seemed to have taken to leaving bits of bread and other foods out for her. Well, "bits" to him, anyway. To her they were decent-sized portions. She got the feeling he was doing this deliberately, and at first had been hesitant to take the food, fearing a trap. But, it seemed his only intention with the food was to keep her fed, not to lure her into the open. In fact, the food was rarely placed in the open- usually near walls or other secluded areas.
She had found a home of sorts for herself in the castle walls. A crack in the wall similar to her previous hiding spot, only it opened into a small sized room. Just large enough for her to sleep and stash a few pieces of food for herself. However, she was usually only there to sleep and occasionally take a brief rest. Much of the d
In My MemoriesIn My Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In My Memories
My love for you felt like frost-bitten pins
My heart, body, mind, and soul were numbing
This double-edged conscience~
No hands were lent / No hands to take
Abandonment Abandonment Abandonment
Countless tears to shed / Countless tears to make
Abolishment Abolishment Abolishment
The thoughts of you are like venomous-needles
After the emotions are injected the end seems less beautiful
Pain is unforgettable~
This unrequited suffering is self-made
No affection No affection No affection
I hoped you were the one but I fell for you too late
Bad medicine Bad medicine Bad medicine
The lights that instantly caught my eyes
Were too promising to believe it was just another lie
Cruel by design~
Anxiety enters my already-damaged bloodstream
It's coursing It's coursing It's coursing
I destroy myself little by little with every silent scream
It's unnerving It's unnerving It's unnerving
The dreams of the past keep
a chinese paintingi can't stop comparinga chinese painting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your thin arms to the tree branches haunting me outside my bedroom
the aloof night sky
painting itself into a summer's confession against
my frostbitten windowglass
the same one i gazed out into endless dandelion fields
what are we ?
wasting days without end, in our sleep
the scent of a burnt rose rising from a mountain peak
with your tree branch arms over my spring blossom tattoo.
a yellow bird peered in,
but only saw ivory waterfalls
of factorymade bedsheets,
i'm becoming the yellowbird,
exploring my tree home. your hair is my nest, afterall
home is where the heart is
Savior - Andley - RequestI was on ledge outside the window of my apartment, six stories high. It was cold, but not too cold, more like a light breeze that ruffled my hair and tickled my skin.Savior - Andley - Request3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Below me, people had swarmed, and several police cars and ambulances were on standby. They'd only just arrived, and everyone was watching me -a small figure from their view- shouting out things like "Holy shit?" and "Don't jump!" Ha, like I'd listen to them.
I dragged the back of my hand roughly over my eyes, wiping away tears. I couldn't do this any more; this...facade. It was too much.
Everyone saw me as Andy Biersack, the one that had it all- in their opinions. I was popular. I had looks- I'd been a model for several years, now. Straight A student. Was on the track team. I was tall. I could sing. I was ultra-skinny. Almost everyone in the school, male or female, wanted in my panys. I was dating quarter-back, Matt Good, alpha-male of the school.
Yep, I was gay, but no-one cared, despite the fact that one of the things e
Cupcakes 2: Chapter 1- Twilight SparkleCupcakes 2: Chapter 1- Twilight Sparkle3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cupcakes 2: Silence of the Hares
Edited by The Color Twelve
Chapter 1: Twilight Sparkle
It had been a week since Rainbow Dash had left. Pinkie had told everypony that she had gone off to be with the Wonderbolts, and had shunned all the others.
"Well tarnation!" Applejack had exclaimed. "Who needed her anyway?"
But Twilight was skeptical. She went back to the library to mull things over. 'First Apple Bloom, then Twist, and now Rainbow Dash. Why is everypony in such a hurry to leave Ponyville? And why do they keep leaving exactly once a week?'
Suddenly, a horn sounded. The town had called a meeting. The mayor came up and made the announcement. "Rarity has left a note at my door stating that she will be leaving Ponyville to design dresses for Photo Finish in Manehattan. She will be leaving her Boutique to Twilight Sparkle."
"Just yesterday Rarity told me that she would meet me in the spa", a tiny, timid voice sounded from within the crowd. A tiny, timid voice that could only b
They Won't Be Hurting You Anymore... - AndleyFighting back never entered my mind- any attempt would be futile and, in any case, it was easier just to grin and bear their attacks and pretend that nothing was wrong...They Won't Be Hurting You Anymore... - Andley3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The end of the school day saw me limping the five minute walk home, an ungodly pain in my left wrist...I don't know if I'll be able to hide this...
I don't live with my parents -ha, they're not even worthy of that title- I live with my best friends and band-mates. My brothers...the only people who genuinely love me and care about me.
I'm the only one still in high school, the youngest. I want to be a graphic designer, and go to college, so I'm staying in school. Currently a junior. They all dropped out during summer vacation, meaning that I've spent the last three months alone, subject to the abuse of bullies who make my life hell daily, just for being me: Ashley Purdy. At least when my brothers were with me, it was bearable...but then again, I've been subjected to abuse my whole life, so b
reminiscencei lie on grass the colour of watermelon skins as the morning tears against the grass stain the back of my jeans. as i listen to the pitter patter of bare soles hitting pebbly stone pavements, i wish, i wish, i wish. i wish you had never left.reminiscence5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when i start to count the scratches on my nailbeds, i think of the time you left and how i wasn't paying attention. i think of how my eyes were so blurry, i was so glad i couldn't see the look on your face, and your worn sneakers blended in with the paved crevices on the sidewalk brick.
i never took my time saying goodbye. i never said anything at all while you left.
i remember now. how i wanted to get it over with, smudge my memories like paint and the mascara i wore in an attempt to look pretty for the "last day." when the reflections of clouds on the glass window behind your car grow farther away, i realize i can't inhale. these boxes of endless memories stack upon my shoulders - every smile, every tear, every inside joke weighs down on my hear
soft spoken with a broken jaw.and i can feel my mind whispering to my heart,soft spoken with a broken jaw.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you strengthen that which you fight.
and it persists, what you resist.
i know it,
but i can't seem to
rip my grasp
from the burning iron.
the pain is tangent,
this is not.
the scars are answers,
this is the question.
i couldn't voice it if you asked me.
but you begged.
and i tried to
force the words
from my throat,
but i don't have a gag reflex.
USUK - I Wish - Chapter 3, EndEngland's POVUSUK - I Wish - Chapter 3, End4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Igirisu-san, are you okay?" Japan asked me. His face was his usual, blank expression, but there was worry in his eyes.
I shook my head. "No... I-I'm okay..." I looked over at America, who was in bed. Right after he had passed out, I had called Japan and together, we had somehow brought him back to his house. Japan, being the responsible country he is, was able to patch America up as best he could; now, all he needed was rest.
Japan was still looking at me, as if he expected me to break down or something. I frowned in annoyance. "Japan, I'm okay! But..." I turned my face away. "I'm worried about America..." Japan smiled at me.
"Of course you are worried about him. It's only natural," he said. I let out a sigh.
"Yes... You're right." I paused. "Japan, could you, maybe..." He nodded before I could finish, made a quick bow, and left the room. I silently wondered if he knew how to read minds.
I turned my attention back to America. Looking into his sleeping face, I felt
Cupcakes 2: Chapter 2- RarityCupcakes 2: Chapter 2- Rarity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cupcakes 2: Silence of the Hares
Edited by The Color Twelve
Chapter 2: Rarity
Drip, drip, drip.
Rarity tossed and turned, eyes closed. 'Is the roof leaking again?' She wondered.
Drip, drip ,drip.
'This will be the third time I've had to get those colts to fix that thing.'
Drip, drip, drip.
"No, it's time to get up, get dressed." Rarity sleepily yawned, opening her eyes. She noticed it was so dark she could hardly see a hoof in front of her. She looked down at her bedsheet. "That's strange, this doesn't feel like a bed sheet." It took Rarity a few moments to notice that she was actually sleeping on a pile of her dresses. She looked up, and saw a large hole with light coming through it. Suddenly, a head popped out.
"Hi Rarity! Looks like you're finally awake!" a high pitched voice squeaked from the edge of the pit.
"Pinkie, is that you?" Rarity probed.
"Yep! Looks like you hit that one right on the nose, or should I say horn? Hee hee!"
Rarity slowly pulled her hoof to her hea
time machineThe sun gives light to the moon but the moonlight is much more aspiring than the sun.time machine5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is a kind of sadness, which only knows of sad songs
and can only listen to the sound of rivers unweaving and
paper sailboats grasping for anchors.
Silver butterflies flutter their wings in the night sky
and the stars would shimmer in consent.
His house seem to always be right under the moonlight at night
Like a little toy house placed at one spot for every night, every show
There is always something that reminds me of outer space at this magical spot.
The sun's deep golden yellow fades into pale moon-white and the grass covering the lawn is deep black and brown.
He was sitting beside his old sailboat that was strung to a wooden pole.
His eyes were flowing with music notes, like a river unweaving, a soft piano in an obscured room.
I go over and sit beside him without a word because his mind can be in faraway places when he is sitting under the moonlight. right now, under the shine his skin is even p
Derpy's DirgeDerpy’s DirgeDerpy's Dirge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What’s wrong with me?
Is it the way I talk?
The way I fly?
Is it the way my eyes
Look at the floor
And towards the sky?
I just don’t know
What’s wrong with me,
But if you’d like,
I’ll never speak;
You can sew my lips shut
So I’ll not utter a peep.
I’ll hide my eyes
Behind their lids
To save you from
Would you love me then;
If I were blind
Now, let me share
A little secret with you;
I do know what is wrong,
And it isn’t me
You talk about me,
Make me feel worthless,
All because my eyes
And I don’t act
Like other ponies.
For you, I’ll never
Hold back my voice.
I’ll shout out
And be heard over
Never will I
Hide my eyes;
Let them look
Where they will;
Up to the heavens
And down to the Earth.
I am proud of who I am
And I will not change;
Not for you,
Not for anypony.
keep me aliveswallowed in icy wind, you hide underneath a layer of milk skin dressed in goosebumps and your father's old jacket. you loved this place, once. now, listening through the wool of your jumper to the earth cry, it seems haunted, seems fleeting. it seems like something you should try to forget.keep me alive3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
no, it is stitched with rusty needle and fraying thread to the linings of your heart. it is the warmth and the bad smell on your breath. it is the bleeding skin around your fingernails, it is the white blood cells that put it back together. this is the piece of your paper thin life that won't tear, won't yellow with age. this is the last drops of water held between cupped hands that cling to the grooves into your rough skin.
the grass sways with the trees and the white lines of rain in the sky, like a wheat field or a girl too drunk to dance, and against your ankles it feels like the eyelashes of those you've long forgotten and the way they used to trace your cheeks. yes, it is night and it is dark
takingwild sea-scented boy,taking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when it's time to
use the razor
i will cry and i might
leave dark-moon bruises
on your biceps
but i won't
i won't. instead,
i will remember
primitive indigo dawns
with naked lamplight
light on half your face,
fire in your eyes,
me trapped between
your hands firm on the sides of my head,
i will remember cathartic silences,
your gaze leaking into my tear ducts,
that you taste away,
the pulse of your vitals
against mine, lips raw with
and i will remember
our skins our touch
the energy flowing through
your smell your smile
your hold your salt water
that i will take with me
boy born from ocean breeze
there is no other you
i still do not want this blade but
i do not blame you.
what about the ones left behind?I had a friend once with an eating disorder. She used to flaunt it in my face like a proud report card but every time I asked her about it, she'd hide it and shove me away. I still feel the sting of her slap upon my face.what about the ones left behind?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to laugh and call her crazy, and she'd chuckle but hide behind her hair. I didn't know. How could I know? You never told me.
She had the strangest eyes I'd ever seen. Endless. Like black holes, always absorbing information whenever they could. But she couldn't see anything, understand anything, beyond that darkness. Why can't you see you're still hurting me?
She was naive, but oh so stubborn. It sent waves, convulsions, through my body to hear that the strongest of us had finally broken down. What hope is there for us if even she cannot stand this pressure? I feel the aftershocks even now.
She thinks she has it hard. What about the ones you left behind?
[Theory #1] Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends[Theory #1] Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Foster's Home Theory:
Why does Mac have an Imaginary friend in the first place? Why does his bother bully him? His mother is never around. Where is his mother? Where and who is his father? The lady you think is his mother at the beginning of the show...who could she be? Where does the rest of those imaginary friends come from?
There is one theory that Its all in Frankie's mind and that she has autism...living in her own world. I think It's opposite.
Mac is actually an orphan. His mother was never around, that's why the imaginary friend, Bloo was needed, to keep him company. His biological mother protected Mac the most because he was too young to defend himself. The reason why his biological mother isn't around and his Father was never mentioned in the show is because his mother murdered the father for torturing her two boys and was charged with Voluntary manslaughter and sentenced to life in prison. The reason for Terrance's constant bullying is tha
ApocalypseBorn from shadowApocalypse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nurtured in hell
Birthed at midnight
The little girl rises, smiling
Eyes, red as ruby
She walks in the snow
Dressed in jet black
A dark mist surrounding her
She can feel she is getting close
Is palpable from distance
She does not need an army
For her weapon lies
In her misanthropy
Corruption is her motto
She will honor it
For as long as she exists
Immortal, but fallen
This angel has-been
Searches for a way
To wreak vengeance
Indeed, she is determined
But soon, her quest will be laid to rest
For Humanity possesses
What she seeks most
Hope in a better future
Faith in themselves
And Love for the other
Humanity's long-forgotten weapon
Will Humanity ever remember?
Will we ever go back to our roots?
The little dark girl is getting closer
No one will be saved
She is a threat to all of us
She is one of us
She will live up to her name
mortalityIt was all happening in slow motion, he didn't have time to think, just to stand there. All he could hear was rushing noise, and bright lights in his eyes, making it hard to see anything else. He couldn't understand what was happening, why things had slowed down. He turned his head to the side to look at Logan, but he couldn't see anything but white light, that's when the terror hit and reality kicked back in, but he still couldn't move.mortality6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sho felt a small scream catch at the back of his throat as the truck blared its horn, it was suddenly rushing at him faster than it was before. He didn't have time to move, not that his legs were obeying him anyway. He felt rooted to the spot, by some unearthly force, but it was the fact that he couldn't see Logan which was more terrifying than the truck rushing at him.
He hadn't told him he loved him, or got to say good bye. He hadn't even met Sakurai-sama, and he was going to die. Sho glanced around again but still couldn't see Logan. Finally he was
CagesCages5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I grew up in a war-shaped cage.
I dodged the snipers and the dogs,
and wished for fighting on some days
when there were tests to take in school.
In time the war-shaped cage gave way
and all of us alive were freed,
though fools kept every broken piece
and seek and seek to bring it back.
Shall I show you my pain-shaped cage,
or tell you who is here with me?
There is no need. Reach out your hand
to those who share your own with you.
Do you call love a heart-shaped cage?
You are mistaken, if you do.
Love is a freedom, though it binds;
a precious freedom, one of few.
Some call the world a life-shaped cage,
and say we must prepare and wait
for all that hides and lies beyond
the small cage of our living days.
I say out loud that they are wrong.
The world is not a cage at all,
though many have been made by fools
and we may always live with pain.
This life is freedom, yours and mine
lift up your head and freely draw
a breath you will not draw again.
Enough for now, enough for love.