SmileSmile3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nepeta, are you okay?" I ask.
"H-huh? Yeah," she replies. I can hear her sniffing quietly. I know she's trying to hide it, but I'm her moirail--I notice everything.
"Nepeta, I'm starting to get worried about you."
"Equius, you have nothing to worry about." I know she's lying.
"So how come you won't smile?"
"We're on the phone silly. You can't s33 me smile." She doesn't smile either way though.
I sigh. "I haven't seen you in a while," I comment.
"Mm-hm " she says distractedly.
"I'll be coming over in an hour, okay?"
"Mm-hm wait what??"
"See you in an hour Nepeta." I hang up and look around my room. It's messy, because of the broken robots. It's an addiction, building and breaking. I can't stop though, just like Vriska and her eight balls.
I sigh at the sight and go get ready.
I'm knocking on Nepeta's door quite strongly. It better not the door cracks a little. Okay, a bit too late now.
"Nepeta?" I call out. I hear some shuffling on the other s
1 - UrsulaThe thick and heavy chains are adjusted, so unnecessary, so useless ... pressing his pale skin.1 - Ursula3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
" Every night the same thing, every damn night, Ursula! Why? Why do you chain me? You know I'm not leaving!"
"You did once." is the cold, whispered reply.
He sighs. Hurt, disappointed, his gaze plunges to the ground.
"How much longer are you going to keep punishing me for it?"
"I am not the one that punished you." The reply so icy that it would freeze him if he still retained his body heat. "This is your destiny".
And with this last whisper the voice of the beautiful doll-like blonde with the perfect curls, trembles with excitement, enjoying her total superiority. She who has the end of the chain in her hands.
The chain strung on the pale sad boy, from ankles and wrists, converges on the shackle that finally she fastens to her own ankle. Ursula stands triumphantly and with glee then walks toward the bed, forcing him to walk in her path, pulling the humiliating chain has also been attached to
A Young Love's EndA Young Love's End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He didn't want to leave.
He didn't want to fight.
He knew this would be his last battle.
He had a reason to live.
He had a little girl in a green dress that he fell in love with.
At first he didn't know she was a boy in a green dress
But he didn't care when he found out.
Holy Roman Empire didn't want to lose the love that he found
He stepped out onto that battlefield and immediately got a sword through his stomach
Holy Rome lay there, wishing someone would keep Little Italy safe.
Italy heard about the death ten years later when he was sixteen
Austria sat him down and bluntly told him that Holy Roman Empire was killed by France ten years ago
"He said he'd return. I know he will. He always keeps his promises." Italy said before leaving the room.
Italy walked straight to his room and sat by the closed door.
He didn't know whether or not to cry.
After a few days of being depressed, Holy Rome's death had finally sunk in.
Italy woke up and stayed in his room that day to cry.
He didn't want a
Abeo SolusAbeo Solus3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flitting heartbeat, sparrow high,
twisting round the mountain's eye,
tracing breath of shattered skies
and filling velvet palms.
Falling sparrow, cry of stone,
wings of mist and powder bone
sipping, slipping from thy throne
within their crimson throng.
Treading now, beneath the clouds
As what was once so heaven bound
now falling, falling, to the ground
And singing silent songs.
Fly no more, above the arcs
singing side thy fellow Larks
curl beneath their shadows dark
and sing your silent songs.
Your flitting heartbeat, Sparrow high,
now sings of silent songs.
The Nature of SoundShe speaks best when theres no one to listen,The Nature of Sound6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like fragments of truth on the lips of creation,
but nobody knows when nobody listens.
Speak to me, life, and control my decisions.
Music: The soul, The essence of wisdom;
Hear me. Feel me. Ill pay attention.
Open Letter You and I are very rare.Open Letter11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Third generation Asian-Canadians makes up less than 1% of the total population. From an early age we learned to wear three masks like Nezha. I am Canadian. Je suis Canadien. 我是加拿大人。
The grass gives off a crimson light on either side and I’ve been trying to stay safe in the the sidewalk between them but I’m at the edge. Or maybe I’ve already fallen off and I’m just a being of nothing nothingness. I’ve already gotten accustomed to being in nothingness. Been reading Descartes and Kierkegaard and I can’t fathom the mathematics behind happiness.
Two fugitives ran away from home and conceived
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, thenhow to love a girl who can't love herself.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
i haven't forgottentell me, boyi haven't forgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who is your god.
do not say it
is the limbs
that spread you
do not tell me it is
hands wrapping a head
board, nor a mouth
tugging your name
i want to know who it is
that makes you lucent,
bent beneath the dark,
because there is no divinity
like the one that makes
BTTxReader Part 2BTTxReaderBTTxReader Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bad Idea Part 2
It had to be the hottest day of summer. You were sprawled on your bedroom floor in a yellow tank top and black shorts. The radio crackled on. "And todays forcast. In the high 90's for most of the day, creeping into the 100's by this afternoon."
You groaned. That meant you were going to be stuck in the house all day. At least the A/C worked. Kinda. It had a bad habit of sputtering and giving out only to turn its self back on.
"Why are you on the floor chica?" Twisting your head you smiled up at Antonio, one of the guys you had shared this house with for the past year and a half.
"Lets go out side chica!! It's beautiful out!" You stared at him, "Dude its almost 97 degrees out there." He grinned "So? We could have a water fight!" It sounded tempting. Very very tempting. "Will Gil and Francis be playing?"
He shrugged, "I dunno,
How deviantART Changed My LifeI've been on dA for eight months, and during that time, my life as I know it changed; nothing is the same.How deviantART Changed My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How deviantART Changed My Life
I honestly did not think deviantART would effect my life.
When I joined deviantART, I had no intentions of using it any more than I would be using my email account. I only joined because my 14 year old brother, who is a regular user of the site, kept telling me to sign up and upload my art for others to see. And so I did. I joined on March 2012, creating my first deviantART account called "pinkblueBiblioFREAK". I emphasized "freak" because that's what I felt like, basically because of my gender identity which failed to match my body and appearance. I looked nothing like a female, yet identified as one. Being on that site and talking to people, I started making friends. Making friends always came naturally to me; the reason I stopped doing it in real life was because no one accepted who I
The mask poemThe mask poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the girl behind the mask
I'm not who you think I am
I'm more insecure then you may believe
I don't want to let you in
I don't want to be hurt by you
I don't want to be judged by you
I hid behind the mask
So you can't see me
I'd rather be alone then let you in
And chance that you might hurt me
Blank Character Bio TemplateBasic StatisticsBlank Character Bio Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meaning of name:
Origin of name:
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Describe their dwelling/house:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
Past failures s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about and why:
Biggest role model:
Describe their smile:
Who does s/he take after:
CagedI SwallowedCaged11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That keeps me locked
In this cage.
I'll starve here.
Frostbite *teaser* (Jack Frost X Reader)This is a little teaser out of my upcoming Jack Frost Fanfiction. It reads as if you, the reader, wrote it.Frostbite *teaser* (Jack Frost X Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Momentarily forgetting the cold, I sat and examined my find. The frost-encrusted wood was curved on one end, much like a shepherd’s crook. I ran my fingers along the intricate designs in the frost, marveling at this masterpiece of nature. The staff was oddly familiar. I stared at it, tilting my head to the right unconsciously as I tried to imagine where I’d seen it before.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” My eyes grew wide in shock and I jumped in surprise at the unfamiliar voice. Sitting cross-legged in the snow next to me was a strange, hooded boy.
Startled at my reaction, he jumps back as well. “You can hear me?” He squeaked. "Can... can you see me?" he asked in a shaky, excited voice.
“Of course I can, why wouldn’t I be able to? Who
Frostbite: Chapter 3 (Jack Frost X Reader)Frostbite: Chapter 3Frostbite: Chapter 3 (Jack Frost X Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The not-quite-human watched quietly as I tidied my room, then grabbed some dry clothes and slipped out to change. As I slid on a dry pair of jeans, I noticed my hands were still trembling. Thoughts and questions swirled through my mind so fast I felt dizzy.
Jack Frost was waiting for me in my bedroom. The temperature in my room was considerably lower compared to the rest of the house, and small snowflakes were drifting lightly in the dimly lit air. Jack was perched on top of my dresser, flipping through one of my books. Lord of the Rings meets Peter Pan , I laughed to myself as I studied him.
Apparently my brain started working again. “Hey!” I said loudly, surprising him. “How did you know where I live?” I demanded.
He hesitated. “Um… I’ve been… following you… for… a bit” he admitted slowly, avoiding my gaze.
“Creepy”, I mutt
Guardian Who (Clouds: Part 2)Guardian Who (Clouds: Part 2)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Clouds: Part 2
A hallway and a pair of automatic sliding doors later, Jack found himself standing on an elevated walkway, the wall to his right giving way to a giant window.
Once again, he found himself in pure shock. He nearly dropped his staff.
He definitely wasn’t on Earth anymore.
Because there it was, its blue-and-green face staring right at him from beyond the glass, nothing but a black void and distant stars as its backdrop.
He was in space. And this. This…place he was in. It was a space ship. And those metal men.
To add to the situation, he had no idea what point in time that The Doctor had stuck him in.
Jack could feel his head swimming. He had to hold onto a nearby railing to prevent himself from losing balance. It didn’t help that was still recovering from the electrocution.
He had been around as technology advanced, been there for the first space shuttle launch. Watched along with millions of others as the first man
A Kataang Fanfiction:Chpt19pt6A KATAANG FANFICTION CHAPTER 19A Kataang Fanfiction:Chpt19pt64 years ago in Romance More Like This
THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD, PART VI
The cries and screams of war were not foreign to Katara. Quite the contrary, actually . . . she was familiar with them. She ignored the howls of pain and converted to battle mode, blindly bringing down any enemies who dared to approach her. She fought side by side with Sokka, who hacked away with his machete, his sword lying beneath several feet of rubble. They fought and fought, deflecting various elements that were hurled their way.
Katara was amazed by the extent of the benders before her. She was able to count many elements, including water, earth, fire, metal, wood, and lightning. Strangely enough, air was absent.
The only airbender present was about twenty feet away, fighting viciously through the mob of mindbenders surrounding him. His eyes, twisted into a fierce scowl, glowed and pulsed with power. None of the enemies could get within five feet of him. He left a trail of death behind his every step. All the while
Venomous: Part 13 (EnglandxReader)Venomous: Part 13Venomous: Part 13 (EnglandxReader)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Life on the ship continued much like it had your first couple of nights on the ship. You avoided Arthur at all costs. He seemed more intent on smoking out any other’s who planned to betray him than pay attention to you, though. You spent a lot of time in a small room with Yao, inhaling the sweet scent of the opium he smoked.
“I told you to pray,” he said, regarding you with curious eyes, “Perhaps I should’ve told you to beg.”
You laid back in the large chair across from the Chinese man. “Begging has done nothing for me.” You spat out the words, bitter. “I just want to leave this place.”
A dangerous little smirk played on the man’s face. “Then leave.”
“How?” you asked, nervous.
Yao leaned forward in his seat, sliding a little dagger out from his sleeve. “You can easily leave this place, return to your family, your friends,” his voice suddenly beca
Tree BranchesThey fan out, reaching for the open sky,Tree Branches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A distant dream they will never reach
Rooted to the Earth, they stretch out,
But as they do, the trunk holds them back
And chilly winds ruffle their leaves
Soon white snow falls from the stars,
And they are forced to take a rest
Then, green sprouts, and up they go,
Higher, higher, just a little bit more-
Forever reaching for the eternal stars
I WantI want someone who makes me laughI Want4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who can cut my worries clean in half
I want someone who likes my style
Who doesn't mind waiting for a while
I'll let him be my faithful knight
And who doesn't like aurguing when we fight
I want him to be gentle and caring
Ok, maybe a little bit daring!
He'll know how to comfort me when I cry
And doesn't posess the ability to lie.
Leaves little sticky notes on my pillow
Written with sweet nothings if I'm feeling low
His skin scented of autumn leaves, pine and earth
The thought of him makes me grateful for his worth
If he was a flower, he would be a pure white iris
Like the silvery hue of his hair that I sorely miss
He is my peaceful daydream, a breath of fresh air
As long as I think of him, he'll always be there...
A Kataang Fanfiction-Chapter15A KATAANG FANFICTION: CHAPTER 15-A Kataang Fanfiction-Chapter155 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So, do you guys remember how Azula got you?" Aang asked.
Sokka twiddled his thumbs, chewing on his bottom lip. Toph stared straight ahead blindly, not seeming to care about anything pertaining to this particular situation.
"Not really," Sokka muttered. "All I remember was stepping outside."
"Ditto," Toph butted in. "She kinda came out of nowhere, if you know what I mean." She picked at her nose.
"Yeah . . ." Aang muttered. "She tends to do that."
"Next thing we knew," Sokka added, "We were waking up in the infirmary the day after she attacked us."
Aang nodded, rubbing his head. At that moment, Katara came hopping in.
"I'm ready, Aang," she said.
Aang jumped up. "All righty," he straightened his fresh shirt. "We need to meet Mai and Zuko in about a half hour. What do you propose we do until then?"
Katara tapped her chin, bottom lip poking out as she tried to think. "Want to go to Lake Laogi?" she suggested.
"Not enough time," Aang pointed o
The World of My DreamsOut of the grass sprang gentle handsThe World of My Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that carried me over a field of clovers
And I drifted beneath the clouds,
gazing in the idle wonder
that creeps upon men like curling ivy
There was no bluer sky than that day,
and the trees-
there have never been more hearty trees
than the giant oaks towering above me
as the hands carried me further-
And when I awoke in this mysterious land,
I breathed in the scent of moist grass,
relieved to find that it was not just a dream,
and that the world in which I lived
was as beautiful as the world of my dreams
GoodbyeEven though your heart is grievingGoodbye3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look into the sky and keep believing
'Cause you know that deep down through all the pain
There will be a day when you are free again
I was there when life turned to death
I was there when you breathed your last breath
Now I am here with a look full of fear
Too scared to move, my eyes filled with tears
I watch you walk, amazed at the sight
As you follow the trail of light
You turn around and smile at me
You say that you have been set free
You start to walk towards the light
Then all is silent, an empty night
I stare in wonder, my mouth is dry
Tears trickle down my face,
As I whisper