Notice MeLook up from your desk.Notice Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look up from your book.
Look up from your laptop
or iPod and songs.
Why can't you see me?
Why don't you care?
Why won't you answer my letters?
Do you even know my name?
Do you even recognize my face?
Do you even think of my eyes?
Funny situation with me.......hmmmmmm........WELL A COMMIE LOVES YOUR WORK, PERSONALITY, SENSE OF HUMER, AND OUT SPOKENESS................SO THERE NAAAHHHH (sticks tong out at you)Funny situation with me.......4 years ago in Settings More Like This
all that aside.........i love your realism in your work its great
and finally i have someone to talk about guns with........if you don't mind that
you American's are pretty nice.........well...........most of ya.......cause ASS-HOLES are everywhere.........ssssshhhh i hunting them *sneaks like Elmer fud* (now that's a sight to see, an Abyssal Marilith, carrying enough weapons that rival a battleships in scale, amount, and power)
*approach a door and open it*
*inside is a Femefatel Anthro dragon*(O_O)
*we both stare into each other's eye's* (O_O) (O_O)
*i put my finger to my lips to show her to be quiet*(ObO)
*she screams and start throwing anything and everything.....including the bath room sink, which hits me square in the head and knocks my ass out for about ten seconds* (god i love adrenalin rages) (>__
Ezio Underground"Wait." Ezio's whole body twitched with unease. His hand snapped out to grab the Assassin's shoulder. The woman stopped dead, awaiting his instruction. After a few moments' study of the surrounding passageway, Ezio stepped past the youngish Assassin. He explored the branch to the left and right, his skin prickling. The back of his neck tingled when he stepped into the right hand passage. It could not be claustrophobia. He'd never felt confined in a tight space. Yet these tunnels set his teeth on edge. His every instinct screamed warnings.Ezio Underground4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Perhaps we should split, Maestro," the young woman said. "Let me take the central way. The air seems less stuffy. A way out maybe."
Ezio grunted, doubtful. They'd been wandering around here for hours that felt like days. They were still no closer to finding a way out of the maze than they'd been that morning. It had to be going into late afternoon now when the temperature fell dramatically. Roman winters were not gentle. And wearing heavy armour did
On Objectification: A Poem Against FeminismNote: This poem may seem harsh, but since feminists are allowed to shame men for enjoying harmless entertainment that makes them happy, I don’t see why I should mince words.On Objectification: A Poem Against Feminism1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If a man complained,
Of romance novel heroes,
He’d be ignored and disdained,
For reading women’s prose.
So if feminists make a scene,
If they yell and fume,
About a comic heroine,
Or her sexy costume,
Or demand they make her fatter,
Who cares what they presume?
Why should it even matter?
But here’s the real paradox:
The weakest female leads,
The feminist never mocks,
For they’re in the books SHE reads.
Does Bella Swan,
To corporate power rise,
Or fight crime with brawn?
Or is she wooed by guys,
Merely acted upon?
Every romance novel cover,
A woman semi nude,
In the arms of her lover,
Submissive to a dude.
I’m not calling her a liar,
But when her own self-insert,
Gets all the male desire,
It doesn’t seem to hurt.
But when she’s outcompeted for attention,
TEAR'S OF THE GODDESS OMEGA...TEAR'S OF THE GODDESS OMEGA...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when i cry in a battle field of war.
i cry for those who's lives that i take.
those innocents that die.
those corrupted that while dying regain their last innocent's in fleeting heart beat.
then pass silently into the void of oblivion to be greeted by my dear sister and receive her blessing's on their journey into the spirit world.
for i continue to move across the battle fields killing and murdering all in my path weeping tears of sadness.
a tear for ever life i take every soldier, every father, every mother,and every child.
war they say is a horrible thing.
no it is not.
it is those that wage the wars in the names of their gods but more so in false pretenses of their god's for their god's want no such calamity to ever happen.
it is truly that the being's waged war in their own greed and hatred under the false pretense that their god's or goddess's have demanded it.
so hate not the war for it is my job my only blessing to all.
Ezio: HomecomingHe rolled over in the dark, stifling a groan. Rubbing his aching shoulder he tried to sit. Dizziness forced to abandon that effort. The damn arrowhead! It was burrowing deeper into his shoulder. Even though it was practically pitch dark his surroundings still swam about him. He decided it was safer to lay back down. At least the cold stone would help with the pains.Ezio: Homecoming4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stone. Hard. Unyielding just like himself. He felt a chuckle forming in his chest but snuffed it out. Would not do for the guards to find him awake. Not all. He'd spent his life tricking the Templars. He'd not give them the satisfaction of watching him stumble to his feet. Biding his time was key. Just as Altair would have advised.
That brought the memories of the fight back to the man's mind. Sluggishly he made them all come back before his mind's eye. All of it. The ship. The long slog overland, over mountains and through ruins. His horse had died on him two weeks ago of exhaustion, of old age. The ambush to
16 Rules to Magical Girl AnimeThe Rules of Magical Girl Anime16 Rules to Magical Girl Anime6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. The god(s)/fates/mysterious being(s) will ALWAYS choose the most hopeless person possible to become a MG.
2. The MG chosen must, by definition, be far too cute for her own good. She must also be a fairly young character (e.g. 13 years old).
3. The MG must be assigned a familiar/guide, which must also, by definition, be far too cute for its own good.
4. Transformation into a skimpy and/or impractical costume is a MUST.
5. Said transformation must take at least 60 seconds in length to show, if not longer.
6. While transforming, all attacking villains will wait patiently for her to finish. Once the MG has transformed, and given their usual speech, the villains may then resume destroying the city, sucking the life force out of its inhabitants, kicking kittens, and casually jaywalking through heavy traffic.
7. No matter how bad the MGs disguise, nobody will actually be able to tell who she is. Nobody.
8. The MG must keep her identity secret fr
Rorscach in gotham Rorschach opened his eyes. At first the light was blinding, but his vision began to focus. He was sitting in an alley, alone, and with his all his clothes. He grunted, wondering where he was, or why he was there. Then it came back. Ozymandias, armageddon, Doctor manhatten. But wait, how was he alive? The question ran through his mind, and he was puzzeled. "Spared?" He asked himself, standing up. He looked around, as a newspaper flew past, carryed by the wind. "Think about it later, must tell the world." He ran out of the alley, hoping to find the new frontiersman's office. "Ozymandias must pay." As he ran he noticed something was wrong. The city was different, and definately not New York. He looked around, confused. A woman passed him, staring. "Looking for new frontiersman."Rorscach in gotham5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2p!AmericaxReader Ch.1A/N: This first part right here is in no one's point of view.2p!AmericaxReader Ch.12 years ago in Drama More Like This
"There's been another one," the police chief murmured as the panting detective entered the room. This was the millionth time he had been called in to see the chief without notice. It got rather annoying.
"Another murder?" asked the detective, a man known as Charles M. Harris. He was known as the best in the business. He was often called in for murders like this, so it didn’t really come as a surprise.
"Yes," came the reply. The police chief passed a file marked with the word "CLASSIFIED" in large, red letters on the front. "This is the ninth murder in the past two weeks. It's making everybody restless."
The detective glanced through the documents in the file. "She was only 17? Poor thing."
The police chief nodded. "The victim was found in the middle of the street this morning at 4 o’clock. We believe that this mu
Half,Half,4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard and I once shared a room about a year ago. Before he left. We weren't the richest family. One bed was what we had in our room. A queen sized bed. It cost less than 2 twin beds or a bunk bed. Gerard and I didn't really mind sleeping in the same bed. It was kind of nice to me. I liked him being there...
"Night, Mikey," Gerard whispered to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Love you," he added.
"Night, Gee - Gee. I love you too," I responded.
As I finished my sentence, Gerard turned around, his back now facing me. I never really liked when he'd turn his back to me. I liked him facing me. I wanted to see his face before I fell asleep.
My hand reached up and grabbed a little of his shirt, holding it tight as if he were being pulled away from me. I think holding his shirt comforts me. Thats how I fall asleep when ever he doesn't look at me. I closed my eyes and slept.
I miss holding onto his shirt. It was the only thing that made me feel safe, him being here. He's gone now, th
Those Moments...... When a little thing reminds you of someone from the past.Those Moments...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone you loved.
Someone you still love.
Someone that doesn't love you.
Someone that made it clear they're better off.
Someone that broke you down.
Someone that acts like you never existed.
Someone that still means so much to you.
Someone that you just can't forget.
Someone you care about.
Someone that you didn't want to live without.
Someone that you have to live without.
Someone that was your best friend.
Someone who made you laugh.
Someone that gave you hope.
Someone that made you cry.
Someone that took it all away.
Someone you can't hold a grudge against.
Someone you need.
Someone that doesn't need you.
Someone that you don't matter to.
Someone that you will never have back in your life again.
Becoming LessDo we live because of love, or do we live to be loved,Becoming Less3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because life is a broken heart.
At some point in life we shatter
And have to piece ourselves back together.
Or maybe our whole life we're broken.
Searching for our lost pieces.
Never to be complete.
Always to be missing.
Or to be grounded down
Into a million tiny pieces.
An impossible endeavor
Never to be put back together.
Which one am I?
I think not.
I'll find that piece.
I'll create something from those glass shards.
I won't bow down.
I won't be reduced.
I won't become
Never going to like him! | Draco MalfoyXReaderDraco MalfoyXReaderNever going to like him! | Draco MalfoyXReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Never going to like him!
"I'll see you there, ______." Professor Slughorn told you. "Of course, Sir." You smiled and nodded at him, looking him go out.
"So I’m the only one not invited to the Slug Club..." Ron said. "He doesn't even remember my name!" Harry, Hermione and you laughed at Ron, of course in a friendly way.
You three had just been invited to a dinner with Professor Slughorn. So that meant you were one of Slughorn’s favorites, which was really good, considering that most of the people who had been in this club had accomplished great stuff and/or were pretty famous.
Your name is _____ _________, you have (h/c) (h/l) and (e/c) eyes. You were a pure-blood, but you never told anybody, many of the students here judged just by knowing that, and you wanted to be judged by what you accomplished and what you were! Not just a family line... When they asked you usually answered [I'm myself, I’m not blo
Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Belarus)I saw a man with a scarf scampering across the room when he bumped into me.Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Belarus)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Oh, I didn’t see you there, da?” He said. I noticed he had light blonde hair and purple eyes and was abnormally tall.
“O-Oh, it’s fine…”
“I advise you to run-”
“Who’s this Big Brother?” A girl with platinum blonde hair asked. In her hair was a white bow. Her eyes sparkled a deep navy blue. She was wearing a tight black coat with a tiny blue scarf. She had teal blue snowpants and white skiing boots. I held out my hand although I was shocked at her beauty.
“I-I’m (Y-Y/n)...” I said. She didn’t take my hand. “And you are?”
“I’m Russia, Ivan and this is my little sister, Belarus… Come on, Bela tell her your name.” He nudged his sister who was eyeing me up and down.
“Natalie.” She stated. Belarus let go of her Ivan’s arm and latched onto mine. “Sorry, brother
Mutti: Germanic family~~~ I've had many requests for a continuation of my other Germania fic 'Dawn of War'. I didn't particularly want to continue it in the usual way so this fic could be read separately or as a continuation. Please enjoy~~~Mutti: Germanic family3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey West?" Ludwig looked over at Gilbert who was lying on his couch, a rare thoughtful expression on his face, "Do you remember Mutti?"
Ludwig almost choked.
"Just thinking. So do you?"
"I-I no, I don't remember her. If anything I remember very little."
"What do you remember?"
"I remember her smell: warm and kind of sweet and wild. I remember her hair. It was darker that ours wasn't it?"
"Yes. Brown in fact. Neither of us inherited it."
"And I remember her singing voice. That's really all. Did she sing a lot?"
"Every day, she'd sing in the morning and hum in the afternoon and sing in the evening. She'd always sing lullabies to us. Vatti once told me he first fell in love with her voice."
"What was Mutti like?" Ludwig sat in an armchair across from
Tales of Another Broken Family chapter 5 [Frerard]"Mikey, I'm home!" I said, walking in. I let Frank walk in too, while I still held Lily in my arms.Tales of Another Broken Family chapter 5 [Frerard]3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Okay, Gee! I'm making pasta " he said from the kitchen. Lily looked around with wide eyes. He fought against me to get away from my arms. I smiled and let her go. She walked to Frank and held his hand. He was also looking around amazed. I sighed. It is still a little place . Well, compared to his apartment, this is a mansion, maybe.
"So.. this is home" I said quietly.
"This is amazing!" Frank whispered, smiling widely.
"Come here I will introduce you to my brother " I said and walked to the kitchen. I looked back and saw them walking behind me. I saw Mikey putting the pasta in two plates. "Hey Mikey, I hope you made dinner for four" I said, smiling.
"Four? But Gee, we're just two why would I- " he turned around and jumped a little when he saw Frank and Lily next to me. He didn't move.
"Er Mikey, this is Frank, he works with me now" I smiled. "
RussiaXReader: You are the worst in me"You are the piece of me... I wished I didn't need..."RussiaXReader: You are the worst in me2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here you were again. Back from the start. You stared at the Russian man with disgust, but your (e/c) eyes were softened with love. You bit your lip as his rough voiced echoed. It brought shivers to your skin, but at the same time, it soothed you. You felt singled out from the rest in room where, the soviets meet once a month.
"The iron current shall remain closed, da? Safety in numbers." He gave you that same childhood smile that was wiped all over his face. His purpled eyes revealed themselves. They scanned all of his comrades' faces as they gave a small nod, the pair finally rested on you, who was silent the whole time. "Are you ok ________?" He tilted his head cutely. "You have been silent."
You smiled slightly, the fluttering in your heart returning like it always did. You shook your head, not wanting to be in love with him anymore. "Fine, Braginski, just day dreaming." You whispered softly. He blinked at you.
Wake-Up Call - [Germany]Wake-Up Call - [Germany]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A fault? She has countless!...
"Germany! Germany! Hey, Germany!"
The said country groaned and rolled over in his bed, trying to ignore the fact that you were bouncing on it. His efforts, however, were fruitless, and he opened one eye to see you grinning at him with a smile that rivaled America's.
"Germany, you're awake!"
I am now.
"So, I was talking to my friends the other day, and they said your name was Ludwig, with an 'uh' sound. Luhd-wig. But shouldn't it be pronounced with an 'oo' sound? Lood-wig? I told them they were saying it wrong, and all they did was say that this is America, and that we pronounce words the way we want to pronounce them! You should go tell that hamburger moron that he needs to start saying things correctly"
"[Name]," he interjected, but you didn't hear him.
"and then France comes over and starts hitting on us, and Prussia joins him! And when we tell them to go away, and they just stand there with
Iceland x Abused!Bullied!Reader part 1Bully!Iceland x Abused!Bullied!ReaderIceland x Abused!Bullied!Reader part 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
'Today is the day' (name) thought as she walked down the street. The city streets were quite, as usual in her small town of (hometown) at eleven o'clock at night. The dim street lights illuminated her way as she walked down main street. It was the only way out of town, it led to the next town over, which was about three miles away.
No, (name) wasn't running away, she was about to do something much worse.
(name) shivered as a icy blast of wind penetrated her thin coat, typical for the country of (country) this time of year, underneath it she only had a black tank-top and a dark blue skirt that dragged on the ground but was very thin. In other words (name) was not concerned with the weather when she got dressed, and she still wasn't bothered by it. She didn't mind that her limbs were growing numb or that her lips were turning blue. All she cared about was getting to her des
Brother Series: GermanyxReaderxPrussia IntroBrother Series: GermanyxReaderxPrussia Intro2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Brothers Series: GermanyxCountry!ReaderxPrussia
The Girl who loves Potatoes
Read: Why did I make such a Ridiculous story? There is just one simple answer to the; I.FUCKING.LOVE.POTATOES! So this is a bit of a personal xReader ;D And instead of Badass and Such Reader-Chan will be more like me xD but Enjoy this is a hilarious Story ^^ Also I’ll be doing the brother’s series; Canada/America, France/England, etc xD And there will be Alternate Endings for all dem. Also you are a Country and I’m picking your Country Name because I’m Evil Muhahahaha. Your name will still be [Name].
You are [C/n] a new country that has been growing incredibly famous. It is famous for its large number of Well-educated people, their famous chefs, and your violent sports; wresting, Hockey, Rugby, etc. Your economy is Booming. Your national Language is Russian *You were once part of Russia, but you have
Russia x Reader: Inevitable (Part 1)Russia x Reader: Inevitable (Part 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a warm summer day. The sun was shining, and not a single cloud could be seen on the sky. The field you were standing on was huge and continued further than eyes can see. You were surrounded by countless sunflowers.
You felt peaceful. You lay down on the ground and closed your eyes. You rested there listening to the sound of wind.
Every now and then you thought you heard a human voice. As if somebody was singing somewhere far away.
You opened your eyes and saw the sun set. You heard the voice again, this time you could distinct a few words:
“…in the shadows I am…”
You got up to sit as the sun descended behind the horizon. The clouds gradually covered the sky.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time…” you heard somebody sing. It was a male voice, now you were certain of it.
It started to snow. Snowflakes fell down as big, cold crystals and landed on your hair.
“Your face in thousands of pictures…”
"Trust me""After what you've hidden from us, we can't trust you. You know that." Wally's voice was shaky, and he clenched his fists, knowing that he might lose control at any moment. He didn't know how to deal with this. He wanted to run away. He needed to."Trust me"4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I know you can't, but I. . ." Artemis held onto him tightly, refusing to let go. His presence was the only thing that kept her sane, if that was even the right way to describe it. If he left, her world would crumble beneath her. She couldn't bear the idea that she would never see him again, or, if she did, they would be enemies.
"So then what's the problem?" His voice was harsh; Wally was simply trying to drive her away now. He had his loyalties to think of. If he sympathized with her, if he did what his heart commanded him to do, then he would be in the same position as her, abandoned by everyone he knew. Every second tore him apart, and she was to blame. She was the one tearing his heart in two. And, although it was painful, he had to get
Papa!Italy X Child!Reader one-shot NightmaresYou and your papa and uncle say on a red picnic blanket in a beautiful field of (f/f)'s. The soft warm breeze tickled the leafs on trees and the sun was shining happily as you and you papa and uncle all ate pasta. You were in a (f/c) dress with lace lining the hem of it,knee high socks with dress shoes and a (f/f) in your (h/l),(h/c) hair. Your (e/c) orbs shined with innocence happiness and hope.Papa!Italy X Child!Reader one-shot Nightmares1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"(y/n)" your father Italy started.
"Why are you still here" he asked in a oddly cold voice.
"What do you mean papa" you asked tilting your head.
"Yeah why are you here you idiota. I thought we told you already we don't want you. So leave" Your uncle Romano said. Your big (e/c) filled with tears and you tried to blink them away.
"I t-thought you l-loved me" you choke out. They start laughing and your tears spill over your eyes.
"We only wanted you for your resources in your country now they are gone and we no longer want you so leave" Italy says glaring at you.
"Why would we want you usel
RussiaxReader- Stars on the Road ~Request~Everyone rushed out of the house to the (TARDIS) blue sports car that awaited outside. Finally after so long you would be able to make the trip to you dear old grandmothers house. You, your sister Briana, and your housemate Ivan loaded everything into the trunk of the (Kiku) Honda and then moved forward to find seats. You and Ivan sat in the back while Briana filled the drivers seat. She insisted Ivan sit in the front but he politely declined. He wanted to sit with you.RussiaxReader- Stars on the Road ~Request~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Although your she didn't know, you and him were kind of together. Your mother worked in Canada and your sister, being an astronomer, was always at her observator. Until Ivan moved in you lived all alone so the two of you ended up becoming close. Very close.
By the time you had gotten on the road it was already 9:00 p.m. The trip would be seven hours long. Unfortunately the radio wasn't in working condition. Briana drove in silence with the music of her ipod blasting in her ears. you and Ivan t