Lollipop (Yaya Han X Reader)Lollipop (Yaya Han X Reader)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey, Yaya.” You said as you adjusted one of the wigs at Yaya’s booth, smiling as she smiled at you.
“Hi __y/n__!” Yaya said cheerfully, grabbing a lollipop from a bag underneath the table.
She popped the pink end into her mouth and sucked on it, flashing you another smile as you reached into a box to get a print out. You arranged them neatly on the table and chuckled in amusement as a cute little girl stepped nervously up the table, shyly asking Yaya for a picture.
Yaya agreed immediately, stepping away from the table and placing an arm around the girl while her mother snapped a photo. The girl squealed quietly as she walked away with her mother, practically bouncing in excitement.
That was one of the things you adored about Yaya, she was so genuine. She was sweet and nice to everyone, always willing to take a picture or sign a photo.
“How do I look?” Yaya asked, spinning around for you as she was preparing to leave the booth again.
You eyed h
Killjoys 07 I-B-Y-D-I-Y-B-M-A"Run rabbit run." The words kept repeating in his head as he ran in search of his savior and for his life. He stopped a few times to try and gauge the direction in which the rocket had come from, but he didn't stop for more than a few seconds each time. If Korse caught up with him, he'd be a dead man. He hadn't even checked if his ray gun was working. It'd taken quite the fall when Korse knocked him onto the ground and it was possible that it was completely broken.Killjoys 07 I-B-Y-D-I-Y-B-M-A4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This couldn't get much worse." Poison panted as he ran through the alleyways between the buildings of the second zone, stopping next to the one he'd guessed his savior had been on top of to shoot from that odd angle. He walked around looking for a door, pulling out his ray gun to take a look at it to try and survey the damage done to it.
The creaking of a hinge interrupted his thoughts. Red and black hair, bright red jacket- it was exactly who he'd thought it had been that had saved him. She hadn't paid an
Killjoys 05 Flames and Revenge"Where the fuck is it?" The heavy shelf crashed to the ground as she shoved it with just one push, just to get behind it. Its contents spilt all over the floor, some things even being smashed beyond repair but it seemed to be the least of her concerns. Getting down on her hands and knees she ran her fingers through the dust and dirt that had been revealed, searching for something. She smashed her fist into the steel wall, the sound echoing all around her but she ignored it despite that the punch had made her wrist practically crumble from the blow. She was covered in dirt and grime from head to toe and the room behind her looked like the scene of a crime with how she'd destroyed it. She'd been searching all night long and didn't plan on giving it up at this point even though it was well into the morning. She pulled off her jacket and dug through her pockets again just to double check that the missing item wasn't in there. When had she last had it? She couldn't quite remember.Killjoys 05 Flames and Revenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CursedThe clock of the city hall struck ten. People who were still at work hurried up to be done with their tasks, a few cars were going from a side to another and there was no people walking down the street. Everyone was sleeping in their warms beds, having a pleasant rest. It was the perfect moment to strike, and she knew it. The teenager stood up, rubbed her hands and walked out of the power station. She usually didn’t care about the time when she thought of looking for prisoners, but she had to admit that night made things much easier, and quite fun. Not making any noise, she walked towards the city nearby, down a hill. Wind took some scents, some sounds which made her smile… the scent of thousands of cells awaiting her to be opened, the screams of desperate people begging her to come to them. The teenager had an urge of arriving soon, but she decided to think a bit who she would set free first.Cursed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“A single? No, I did yesterday… What about a family?”
Ode To Ryan DunnHe was a legend among legendsOde To Ryan Dunn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took many hits from riot pellets
Who did outrageous stunts
Even stuffed a toy car up his rear
He was a Jackass member until the end
Friend to Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville
Who was part of the CKY crew
That made us laugh and cringe on Jackass
He rocked Viva La Bam
With Bam whom he tagged along
On his crazy misadventures
Even messing with Vito
He did many crazy stunts
Stuff that was impossible
But for the brave and crazy
They saw it as the possible
He was host of Proving Ground
When it first premired
It featured Mario Kart
Which he so rocked
Now Dunn is gone
He's up in heaven
Probably playing pranks
On the angels as we speak
You made us laugh
Made us sick to our stomachs
You were a great man
Without you here
Jackass won't be the same
But the legacy we'll live on
For your spirit we'll be with them
Everyone on Earth
Who has seen Jackass
We'll miss you very much
May you find peace in heaven
Rest in Peace Random Hero
Your heroic deeds we'll be fo
Glass Heart 39 Love Comforting sleep only lasted for a mere hour or two before the nightmares started. Scarlett tossed and turned throughout the remainder of the night, riddled with bad dreams manifested by overwhelming guilt and fear of the future. Each time she woke up, she found Tony’s arms still around her and considered she could find sleep. He was warm, and each time she fidgeted to try and ease up the tension building from her nightmares, he tightened his grip on her.Glass Heart 39 Love2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually Scarlett gave up on the prospect of a full night’s sleep and lay awake in the hotel bed thinking. Thinking alone in the dark in the middle of the night was never a good idea and considering the prior day’s events. Shining in the pale blue light from his arc reactor Tony lay asleep next to her, occasionally snoring or grumbling in his sleep. What she’d done with
Love...Love is whatever makes your heartLove...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Race at an amazing pace
When just seeing who you desire
Can make everything
At the same time
When your heart longs to tell them
But fears the rejection that
May very well follow
An innocent confession
But the heart yearns to know
Needs to know what is real
Needs to know if
Believing in love
Is nothing but a foolish fantasy
But whether or not
Your love can be fulfilled
You yearn anyway
As your heart races with their nearness
As you find the courage
To cautiously approached
To take a breath and look up into the eyes
That you yearn to watch you
That you wish to see you in the light you see them
You close your eyes
Take another breath
And whisper the words
Im in love with you
Snape's Confession-fan ficSnapes ConfessionSnape's Confession-fan fic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus did not know why he was there. He had not made a conscious decision to be there. He just was. He could hear laughter, and feel the air brimming with anticipation. It made him feel sick. He pressed his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes. He hoped this would make his head stop spinning, help him to gather this thoughts, but it did not. His breaths came quickly, his heart beating way to fast.
I cannot be seen, he thought. Not by anyone.
She knew it was normal to feel unsettled on such a day every married woman she knew had told her that your wedding day is one of the scariest days of your life - but she still couldnt help thinking that pre-wedding jitters didnt feel quite like this. She just couldnt shake this feeling of uneasiness, and she was sure it was somehow connected to the fact that she simply could not stop thinking about Severus Snape. Why? Of course she still thought about him, but it always brough
What did I do?Honestly I don't know what to think anymore,What did I do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what parts of what I believe is really true.
Everyone is walking out the door,
I don't have a clue.
It makes me wonder,
about all the bad talk that could be going on.
If they bad talk the so called better people,
it makes me wonder all the bad they say about me.
What do they call me?
A bad friend? When I'm always there.
Desperate? When I only like one guy.
A downer? When I hide sadness around everyone.
A big mouth? When I listen to problems and not talk about mine.
These people are what I call "friends",
say they are there when they are not.
Luckily I still have a few friends,
that will help me to the end.
Killjoys 02 AssassinateThe old towns were always deserted in these parts, except for people who were looking for trouble and she was definitely there looking for trouble and then some. She revved the engine of her worn purple motorcycle to make it go faster, pressing her body closer against the metallic frame so that she could avoid getting the dirt she stirred up in her face as much as possible. It'd reflect off of her helmet's visor but she had very low visibility this far out in the zones to begin with. The air was toxic and thick this far out but the air purifier in her helmet would help her breathe as long as she didn't crack it. The poison left the air with a thick yellowish haze that always left her feeling unsettled. She half expected monsters to come sneaking out of the sand at any moment to attack her.Killjoys 02 Assassinate4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The midday sun reflected off of her sparkling silver helmet to create a blinding light. It wasn't exactly what someone would wear if they were trying to stay stealthy, but this far out in the zones s
A hymn for the body dyingI smile holding your head in my hands,A hymn for the body dying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mystical marionette,
Wood of your chest heaving with pain,
My dear delicate Rosette.
It's ok to go,
Though I know I'll be left alone.
I should never have brought life
To a thing void of flesh and bones.
Thank you for bringing me joy
When I thought I could feel nothing,
Who knew there could be so much soul
Dancing beneath a string.
But you don't need to be here anymore,
Holding on while I hold your burning core,
Petting at the synthetic strands of your puppet hair
And gazing into your button eyes of despair.
I should have told you oil spills,
I should have told you fire burns;
A lesson no one should ever
Have to learn.
The furnace is hot my child,
The furnace is hot...
It'll hurt quite a lot my child,
It'll hurt quite a lot...
Now let go and rest your tired head.
Close your eyes to the glowing red.
Just listen to me sing
A hymn for the body dying.
What the Dere?- Guide to TypesA lot of manga and anime fans have come across these terms tons of times, but what the heck do they mean?What the Dere?- Guide to Types3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a fellow artist/novelist myself, I shall break down the good, the bad and the downright ugly when it comes to the Deres.
Tsundere- the most common type of "dere" there is. But what exactly defines a tsundere?
To be put bluntly, a tsundere character acts tough on the outside, but is a real softie once you get to know him/her. Kagami from Lucky Star is a perfect example of this. She acts harsh towards our favorite practical joker, Konata, but she shows her true colors when someone pushes the right buttons. Another good example is Beatrice from Umineko no Naku Koro ni. Beneath that seemingly cold exterior lies a heart of gold (no pun intended). Of course, she would never admit these feelings to Battler or any one of her friends. Only we, the viewers, know her secret.
Another trait of the tsundere is that they often hit the person they care about (but the "victim" is ever rarely sev
LOVETEST.PASLOVETEST.PAS9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
while (1>0) do
write('man: '); read(man);
write('woman: '); read(woman);
write('initial passion: '); read(passion);
write('daily event: '); read(event);
Get to Know FaelidhGet to Know Faelidh3 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
An example of a treetop woven nest community.
Faelidh (pronounced: 'fay-lee')
Faelidh are teeny little creatures that are responsible for the upkeep and care of the world! There are two breeds-Artisans and Travelers. Artisans, the non winged ones, are responsible for creating anything the world may need, whether its dyes for changing leaves, a new winter fur coat for animals, crafting the morning dew, or creating snowflakes-they do it all! Travelers, the winged ones, are responsible for bringing the work that the Artisans have done and putting it into the world. A group of Faelidh is called a 'caravan'. Each caravan contains anywhere from 20-50 members, although outliers in either direction have been known to happen.At the top of a caravan reigns a Queen-much like a beehive! She is responsible for ensuring that the work goes smoothly within the community and no problems arise.Faelidh commonly range in size fr
Creando un nuevo PersonajeEl siguiente artículo fue escrito basado en mi propia experiencia.Creando un nuevo Personaje4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No digo que sea la verdad absoluta o que deben seguir todos mis pasos porque si no sus personajes no sirven. NO!.
Simplemente comparto con ustedes lo que aprendí cuando fui RPC y estuve inmersa en ese mundo.
CREANDO UN NUEVO PERSONAJE:
Un nuevo personaje es algo más complejo que solo dibujar una monita o monito X y darle camisa y falda/pantalón para que no esté desnudo/a. Hay muchos más detalles que cuidar detrás de la apariencia.
Este artículo será un poco largo, y constará de varias "secciones", además de que estará enfocado a los famosos RPC's que tan de moda estuvieron en su tiempo, principalmente del fandom de Naruto, pero tengan en cuenta que los consejos aqui presentados pueden ser aplicados en cualquier otro fandom diferente.
Antes de continuar, aclaremos diferencias para evitar futuras confusiones:
RPC: Es el acrónimo de "Role Play Character", es decir, un personaje que se utiliza para lo que no
Buford"They're gone again Mom!" The distraught wail of my son wafted in through the still open door.Buford3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pulled my head and a load of flailing clothes out of the dryer. "Oh no, sweetie, you're kidding!" I followed the cold draft to the open door. Buford was standing at the bottom of the steps, tears welling up in his blue, seven-year-old eyes. He pointed to the spot where his Jack-o-Lantern used to sit.
My own heart sunk to the spidery frost formations on the steps. He was a timid kid, Buford. He was fiercely intelligent, and he took pride in his work, but he got discouraged easily.
His grin had been so unreserved last night when he had shown Bret and I the lop-sided cackle of his Jack-o-Lantern, his bright little face smudged with the orange-yellow juice and webs of pumpkin guts still trailing from his elbows and fingers. It had been a project of many hours of scooping and carving and even more drawing and redrawing the perfect face. It was his second one this year.
"You said it wo
Killjoys 04 Interrogate-DeceitA thick wall of sand was blowing in the wind. He could barely see in front of him more than a few feet, but he still knew where he was going, so it didn't matter. He had walked this path so many times before that he was sure that if he knelt down on the ground and looked hard enough in the sand he'd see his footprints from earlier in the week when he had headed out into the zone with his comrades or from the week before when he'd returned with supplies. He hung his head low so the sand wouldn't fly into his eyes and pulled the tiger striped helmet off of his head, tossing it down in the sand, where the noise it made was muted by the wind. It was expendable to him, and considering what he'd lost this morning, he didn't much care if he lost material things. He began to remove the buckles that secured the gas mask around his face. The tips of his fingers were scraped and bloodied from the fight he'd put up, making it hard to get a grasp on them but he continued nonetheless, until they werKilljoys 04 Interrogate-Deceit4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pacific Rim: Cherno AlphaThe loudspeakers in the Vladivostok Shatterdome blared, the dreaded news echoing through spartan grey corridors. Technicians dropped whatever they were doing and scurried to their appointed positions. It took mere moments for the aging speakers in the mess hall to take up the message.Pacific Rim: Cherno Alpha2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Category 4 Kaiju detected. Designation: Charybdis."
Sasha growled like an animal, standing up from the table. She had neatly combed blonde hair, bordering on white. "Another, only three weeks later. In the middle of lunch. Inconvenient." Aleksis rose to stand beside her, an enormous bear of a man with a shock of black hair on his chin. His bowl of mushroom soup forgotten, he followed as she strode out of the mess hall.
A technician ran up to them with a tablet and gave them a salute. "Lieutenants!" he cried. Sasha didn't even slow down, leaving Aleksis to take the tablet and dismiss the man with a nod. "You really should pay other people some heed," he said. She didn't reply. It wasn't the first time he'
Jacob BlackTall, lengthy, awkward and full of grace,Jacob Black7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A bundle of joy of a fluffy amber,
Your hand is warm against my face,
In your arms you confuse me and make me tamper.
Without you Id fall, plume to the ground,
November, December, January, on and on,
When he was away I was lost not to be found,
You open my eyes brought me to life, make me see the new dawn.
Your love is always true,
Even if you cant be fully human all the time,
Your happy nature your soft smile, you can never be blue,
Yet I can not be with you because of him, its a crime.
So just for this moment take me away,
Make it warm and bright and let your love never turn gray.
A New Past: Version 2A New Past: Version 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ran blinked his multi-colored eyes open in confusion when he heard a soft vibrating sound come from the other side of the room. He was about to sit up and investigate, when he heard the light "tap, tap, tap" of fingers hitting a keyboard. He then assumed Hisoka had received a late-night text message. He rolled his eyes in frustration and pulled the blankets over his head, letting his eyes closed again. He heard another vibration, followed by that same tapping sound. Once again, he attempted to sleep once more, when there was another vibration.
He grew frustrated and pulled the blankets down slightly, subtly rolling over so as not to alarm his roommate and peered at his through narrowed eyes. His raven-haired companion looked disheveled in the soft glow of his cell phone, and the luminescent light turned his skin a ghostly white color, revealing small bags under his eyes, and blood-shot sclera. He honestly appeared to be a mess, in the raven's opinion. Not to mention his mess
Tree BornTree Born6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
send me your seeds
in the same tube
wave and recede
'til they breathe
I'd like to touch
laying my roots
are not born
I can't defend
a sky lit
of other worlds
change my skin
A Gathering of VirginsA Gathering of VirginsA Gathering of Virgins2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His father wants James to marry money, breeding, blood. His son is a purebred; no mongrel pups in his house, Tara risen again. Forget dust, rubber thong sandals and swamp cool copperheads covered with scales like alligator boots. His son and the chosen one will live in a different place; elegant, controlled and sleek.
His father wants a china figure of a bride for his son with porcelain flounces gritty as sand. So he orders a cocktail party, invites a bakers dozen of pureblooded virgins, well at least virgins on the resume.
Their twittering voices cascade over James, each word petty as a tame canary's peck. He keeps stabbing his hand with toothpicks plucked from the canapés so he won't fall asleep from boredom.
The flounces of the prospective betrotheds wilt like lettuce, their manicured curls sagged with the heat. Outside Anne hides behind the trellis, wisteria a veil over her face, tears pricking her face like thorns. No chance for her.
Fairy tales grow in Engl
TCDG Ch. 1: Together AgainTCDG Ch. 1: Together Again3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sun had risen over the horizon and began casting its warm rays over the landscape. A cloudless blue sky stretched out overhead as a light breeze blew across the coastline. Small waves gathered in the distant water, creating a serene purr as they broke against the shoreline. Overhead danced a flock of seagulls singing their happy tune as they took in the new morning. The day had begun in a way that could only be described as perfect.
Two lone figures sat closely together in the soft sand as they too enjoyed the beautiful morning. A honey colored fox stared out over the horizon as he supported an emerald haired girl upon his shoulder, who leaned into him with a contented sigh. They sat in silence, enjoying each other's closeness as they stared at the beautiful scenery. The fox looked over at the green haired girl with admiration in his eyes and smiled happily. The girl, with un-bloomed flowers in her hair, looked back at the blue eyed fox with equal admiration before turning back to