Human!Sollux x Reader - Wobble!Human!Sollux x ReaderHuman!Sollux x Reader - Wobble!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were currently lounging on the couch at your friend's house. His name was Sollux and he was really cute. You loved his hair, glasses, and just basically everything about him. The sun shimmered in through the window and shined in your face. You sighed and moved over to the side a little on the couch. "Stupid sun..." you muttered. Sollux was out of the room getting some drinks and snacks to have, leaving you alone in the living room. With a groan, you basically threw yourself off the couch and made your way to the radio, perking up in thoughts of this being great.
You turned the radio on, not realizing it was actually a CD. Suddenly the song, Wobble Baby by V.I.C, starting booming around the living room. Well, you found out his bass was turned up loud. Nice job!
Not. You stumbled back a little, bumping right into Sollux which made you jump. He had put the drinks an
OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She ran, her heart pumping and the crying babe in her arms growing heavier. The pain in her lower abdomen was like hot fire escaping all over her body. Her legs fought her desire to keep moving and she hugged her son tighter. She couldn’t stop now, not now. Gritting her teeth, she broke into a sprint. Limbs tore at her face and arms, their wicked thorns biting into her skin. Above her, the red moon shone brightly in the night, lighting the path ahead.
“Only a little farther, my son.” She panted into his silver hair.
He clung to her, his tiny fingers curling into the folds of her dress. His cry hurt her ears, but the pain was a pleasant reminder that he was still alive.
They’d meant to kill him, this alien child that had grown in her belly—her child. Regardless of his blood, she loved him. He was hers, her son. Instinctively, she adjusted her arms, wrapping them tighter around him, and kissed his forehead.
Abruptly, the path dipped low into a ravine. Swamp
Existentialism Exploration2 a.m. on Sunday morning and hes staring at the ceiling, counting water stains.Existentialism Exploration6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He goes to church, just because, and listens to the sound of words like grace and salvation and lets his eyes find the broken lines and chips in the podium.
Breakfast is toast, because thats all the diner downstairs serves, and its always eaten in five neat bites.
Light is always white, never sterile.
Stars are planets, never things to be wished upon.
And people are atoms and molecules and tissue and sliding muscle.
He works as a dentist, and asks How has life been treating you lately? and makes soft noises in the back of his throat, so theyll come back next time.
Favorite colors dont exist.
Nor first loves,
Wanting to eat
And wanting to sleep
And wanting to touch
Because of hormones and synapses and instinctual need.
La Lluvia de Sangre y el Mago OscuroLa Lluvia de Sangre y el Mago Oscuro4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
¿La Lluvia de Sangre le dejaría pasar? Incluso él, el mago oscuro más viejo de todo el planeta, no conocía la respuesta.
Quería más poder, siempre lo hacía y sabía que el Poder Absoluto le esperara después de esa barrera.
Siempre había creído, como muchos antes que él, que si era cierto lo que decían las profecías y la barrera de la Lluvia de Sangre guardaba el Poder Absoluto detrás, entonces ningún poder existente en el mundo podría atravesarla, puesto que su fuerza sería también absoluta.
Pero él había sobrevivido a treinta cataclismos de poder (12 de ellos provocados por él mismo) y había descubierto que esa creencia era falsa. La barrera era muy fuerte, sí, pero no absoluta.
Lentamente, comenzó a formular la magia que rompería la Lluvia de Sangre para siempre. El remolino de color rojo, fruto de las aberrantes magias que crearon el Poder Absoluto, s
insomniaIn a world infested with the undead, peace is a thing of the past. We're traveling in a pack, nightmares robbing us of any sleep but the madness is divine.insomnia1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Water My Crystal Heart Chapter FiveWater My Crystal Heart Chapter Five2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Okay, I admit this is a bit short. Sorry guys, I'll make the next chapter long and wayyy better! PROMISE.
Hope you still Enjoy....
Juvia's POV (Chapter Five)
“Juvia…Come with me” Gray-sama asked extending his arm towards me
“Oh Gray-sama where are we going” I said taking the hand lightly as he kept a firm grip.
“To do it… with you” he said cheerfully gliding me to a Love hotel
“Gray-sama!” I say all happy.
“Juvia are you working?” Mirajane asked me giving a concerned looking face.
I snap out my daydream and just nodded my head; we were at the Fairy Tail Library helping out to clean the books.
The last time someone went in here was when Natsu, Lucy, Gray-sama and Erza got lost in the past but now again we had to help clean.
I climbed up the ladder, three books in hand and one hand gripping the ladder.
“Sooo… Lucy” Mirajane
YouParched, starvingYou1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for profound waters.
In the early morning
you touch my scars,
you rise above time,
you don't unplug me,
YOU are my sweetest downfall.
ScreamingThe screaming is too loud, today and tonight.Screaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I clasp my hands over my ears.
And shut it tight.
My eye’s eyes are shut. I don’t scream anymore.
Dry lips, from no longer screaming.
My mouth will remain shut.
Time no longer turning.
I am here for you little screaming girl.
Don’t open your mouth.
You’ll fall victim to the repetition.
The addiction of the screams.
Once I open my eyes
Fading to white, the world around me blurs.
Refusing to scream, just because of the
Others fall victim to the repetition, the addiction.
Sweet little boy, you screamed for so long.
Surely you must be tired.,
And your voice is so horse.
Just trying to make it by.
Screaming my last scream.
Too loud, my voice breaks.
Into little precious pieces
White OutI stareWhite Out2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
up and away
as the snow blankets us
shrouded in a winter white out
The Vampire Diaries Fan-ficThe Vampire Diaries Fan-fic4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First off, I was tired, hungry and pissed. I didn't have a home I lived my life on the streets day by day. Did my hair in a gas station bathroom and got my clothes from stealing from stores it was hell. No one in the world was my kind I was Different my mother always said. Yeah-different gets places don't it mom? I lay my head on the stop sign post. As the cars pass by I smell is that blood? I ran as quickly as I could to the source. I ran and ran and ran as my feet stopped to the source what stood in front of me was wide hallow like mansion
Heart Of Gangrel, Mind Of MalkavianThe voices whisper to me,Heart Of Gangrel, Mind Of Malkavian2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To themselves, to anyone
who cares to listen.
I here them when I toss and turn
they tell me I'm not good
But my heart says I'm free
I feel I am sane but I think insane
My mind is different from my heart
for my heart is that of the wolf
yet my mind is of the madman
To my heart I question
who am I
my mind thinks
what am I
who can I tell any more
I can't tell
if I am sane
or I'm tired
my heart howls
and my mind laughs
I run in circles
my mind runs in zigzags
my heart beats in freedom
What have I become?
Why am I still undead?
I just don't get
this any more
I have the heart
of a wolf
and the mind
of a madman
(c) Damien Blaze
Dance In The Dark EpilogueRio de Janeiro was as beautiful as her father had always said it was. Crystal smiled as she surveyed the area from her high perch, which was the head of the Christ the Redeemer statue over looking the city. She didn't think she'd ever get tired of such a view; the lights of the city were magic reflecting off the water. Climbing the statue was amazingly easy, now that she knew how to use her powers. When Mael had asked her where she'd planned to go when Adrian deemed her "trained" he'd seemed pleased by her decision, but made her swear to check in every week, which she'd done without fail. He'd made it very clear that she was on probation. She couldn't complain, ever since she'd come here the nights had been very quiet. Part of her liked the peace, just sitting and enjoying the warm night air, but part of her still itched to be busy.Dance In The Dark Epilogue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I might need to start a hobby," she muttered, the image of herself doing Macramé like her mother popping into her head and making her chok
ExistentialismDisclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.Existentialism3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"When will you learn?"
Naomi looked up at him for an instant before she resumed filing her fingernails. Castiel grimaced as he watched her buff them into a perfect oval shape; each nail as perfect as the one that came before it. They had been forcibly assimilated.
"I keep coming back here." It almost sounded like a complaint.
"You'll keep coming back here until you do what you're told."
Castiel didn't like that answer, so he pushed for further clarification.
"So...I have no choice at all? No free will?"
"So long as you don't interfere with our plans," the woman replied curtly.
Castiel knew that she was lying; his very existence was unwelcome to the universe.
Indeed, the angel was beginning to suspect that he no longer had a function anymore. No purpose. Not in God's home or any home. Now, he just...existed.
Until he wasn't allowed to exist anymore.
I'm Not a Bird, I'm an Angel - RayonFunny how the walls and prison barsI'm Not a Bird, I'm an Angel - Rayon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are made of air and thoughts
Yet you keep clashing against them,
Keep feeling them burning your skin and soul.
Everywhere you look, you see space,
Freedom, joy, love
And when you move,
there's those invisible bars to crush you where you stand.
Funny how I used to think it was the world
with all those labels and brandings
Built like a bird cage to shut us for the pleasure of others.
Read, for ridicule and laughter and disgust over our pretty feathers.
Funny how it turns out I didn't see
that the greatest cage of all is me.
My own body is my cage.
It caged my real self, threw me to the wrong place
I'm not a bird, I'm an angel.
It caged my self-control
Though I admit, that was my fault.
It caged my love for life
Tearing me down from within.
Maybe when these painful coughs
and this choking blood release the cage
I'll finally be free.
But I've spent so much time here
This bird cage is all I know
I'm afraid to let go.
Moonlight Shadow: Vol1. Roses.Moonlight Shadow: Vol1. Roses.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In each human life comes a time when he has to say goodbye to his past. You have plugged the door behind it and begin to live a new life. But not always you manage to get rid of the past.
You never know whether it will needle through a key hole or door bottom. You never know whether, like you, other people from the past have closed door from past and started a new life.
Either way, you just know that you should get rid of it as soon as possible, because your past, whatever it is, will corner you earlier or later.
Vol. 1: Roses.
It was sunny, summer day, my mother - Louise Kerington - dug in the black earth, in the garden behind the house. The clock was two per day and the sun was cooking unusually strong - for State of California, San Francisco. Outside it was about 33 degrees and I was sitting in the house at the conditioner.
I badly carry hot and usually sat at home or at the ocean swing. There blew co
BrokenInternal desperation of pain and lossBroken2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
unable to break the emotional and physical impotence to overcome the mental barriers needed to cleanse and heal
cry HELP and I will come be silent and bleed away the pain
until it returns rampant again and again its bitter conclusion short and satisfying but eternal and broken