A Young Love's EndA Young Love's End2 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
1 - UrsulaThe thick and heavy chains are adjusted, so unnecessary, so useless ... pressing his pale skin.1 - Ursula2 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
SmileSmile2 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
ConfusionShe had always gotten them confused.Confusion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since she could remember, really. Up until knowing them for - give or take - a year or so, it had been a little more than easy to just..
I'm Fred. He's George! and all of the accompanying snickers when she furrowed her brows in realization. Harsh, shrill cries of "you prats!" followed quickly afterward. Of course, they tried to carry on with it.
She would sometimes mistake one for the other in a passing glance. Fred, grab me my sketchbook; oops, sorry, George. The were quite used to it; tended to tease her about it, too. But that was how it was - confusing them. You could do it appearance wise, but personality..
Well, that was a stretch. George was a joker - sure. Just as bad as his brother. Worse even was the three of them; with some convincing, she'd occasionally be snickering along with them at stupid jokes and pranks that she sometimes felt quite bad about afterward. But that was how they 'were' - how he was. George was
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P3Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P3
"Mr. Prussia? Where have you gone?"
It was the middle of summer, the time when you could escape reality and just breathe in the beautiful scents of tropical fruits, salty water and fresh flowers. You were besides the seaside, running through the plains of blossoms and green grass. You had just have happened to lost your albino friend once again as he kept flying off in search of adventure, and for the search of a special rock he was planning on giving you.
You trudge through the grassland, fed up that your best-friend is always leaving you in search of something incredibly 'awesome.' You had to lift/pull your (insert colour) (insert type of dress or clothing.) up due to the muddy grounds you were on.
"Mr. Prussia! Where did you go?"
You grumbled under your breath before continuing to stamp your way through the slimy mud, making your 3 year old sized feet be covered in a brown blanket of muck.
You finally found him. Leaning
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 Life2 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
Phan - Kayleigh (Part 1)Title: Phan - Kayleigh (Part 1)Phan - Kayleigh (Part 1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre: confusing stuff, you'll probably have to read it twice
Warnings: Kayleigh is based on my friend, i'm writing this fic for her :') there will be a character death later in the series...
"If another screaming kid walks into this shop I will shoot myself." I mumbled under my breath, loud enough for the girl I was working with to hear and she smiled at me, nice to see she had a decent sense of humour.
It was my first day working in the café and so far my new life had got off to a reasonably good start. Moving from London to Manchester on my own had been a hard decision, but I couldn't stay in my home town. I suppose you could say I ran away from my old life and everyone I knew, but you can't really miss what you don't remember. I smiled back and tried to remember her name, ironically my memory wasn't all that great.
The kid started crying to his Mum again and I whipped my head round to shoot
An Un-Birthday Kiss - GerItaGermany and Italy arrived back at Italy's house quite late that night, but despite the hour it seemed Italy was still as hyper as ever. Germany sighed, he really was just like a little child. Did his lover ever run out of energy?An Un-Birthday Kiss - GerIta3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Italy, calm down please." Germany called out, knowing full well Italy would most likely ignore him and carry on whizzing about.
"Ve~!" Italy turned and hopped back to Germany's side in an instant, clinging to his arm. "Sorry Germany "
Germany coughed and looked down as Italy held his arm quietly as the two stood in the wide hallway, just adjacent to the main living room. The small nation was smiling and leaning his head comfortably against Germany's arm, completely calm. Well, that was a surprise.
"Also, um, I would have preferred if you hadn't embarrassed me like that back there. I'm not really bothered now but "
" ve Sorry Germany. I'm sorry "
Germany widened his eyes as he looked down at the small Italian. He instinctively
i haven't forgottentell me, boyi haven't forgotten8 months 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
Deviantart.I hate how people assume that because I draw "Cute" Stuff, I disregard the evil in the world and think I am victimized.Deviantart.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate how they think that I only draw it for popularity
I hate how people come to me and ask how did I get through all the pain of being hurt, and I have nothing to say.
I hate how people assume I am mean and think highly of myself because I am easily hurt and need to vent.
I hate that people will read this and laugh.
I hate how the people I thought were going to be my friends, don't come to me and tell me they have a problem with me, and before I know it, I am staring at a screen of slander on my name.
I hate how they disregard what I may have been through, not even caring that I am a person.
How they laugh behind my back, when they don't even know my name.
I hate that I love something that hurts me so much,
I hate that I am scared people will no longer buy my art, and in the end I won't have money for food.
I hate how that my escape from the world is an ugly place
Wonderful Insanity [Jack Frost X Reader One-shot]Wonderful Insanity [Jack Frost X Reader One-shot]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Important stuff to be known:
[f/e/c] = favorite eye color, [f/n] = friend's name, [f/b/n] = favorite boy name
Alrighty, I think that those are the only ones that aren't normally in reader inserts, but if I missed any… I think you guys are smart enough to figure 'em out (either use context clues, or you can ask me in the comments and I'll be happy to answer ^.^ )
Your [e/c] eyes widen in shock as the kind and gentle voice that you've come to love so much hisses at you, "Get out. How many times do I have to tell you that we're through? Just go!" Those [f/e/c] eyes that usually hold such love, now show no emotion. Well, fine then. If that's how he's going to play, then so be it. You force yourself to narrow your eyes at him, and growl the harshest words you can think of, though you don't really want to.
"I wish that you had never fallen in love with me." Now it's his turn to be hurt. You had both been mad
Woah You're StrongA tall busty female is walking casually down the street, a cigarette hanging from her mouth and texting her boss that she’s on her way for work. She pockets the phone and blows out a puff of smoke, sighing contently at the nicotine rush.Woah You're Strong1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She passes by a few men sitting down on the ground wearing yellow bandanas around their necks. The men stop their chattering and look up as the woman walks past them. Grinning widely, they stand up and quietly begin to follow her.
“Ikebukuro sure is an odd place. I would have never thought to come here had it not been for work. Damn clients and always trying to not pay. I hate that so much.” She checks the time on her phone and shrugs her shoulders.
“I’m too early to go to the meeting place. I have another three hours before we start working. Why did I come so early?” She stops in front of a store and sees a young actor in a commercial for his latest movie on TV. The blonde woman stops and watches the commercial for
Happy High School Reunion Izaya x Reader x ShizuoYou nervously smooth out your skirt as you check your face and hair in the mirror. Izaya and Shizuo invited you to their high school reunion at Raira so you’re busy getting ready and making sure you look presentable.Happy High School Reunion Izaya x Reader x Shizuo1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I’m so nervous, what if they don’t like what I’m wearing? What if I make a fool of myself and embarrass them?” You nervously tug at your white dress shirt collar and stare at yourself in the mirror, frowning and making wrinkles in your forehead. You jump when you hear the doorbell ring and bump your head into the mirror, wincing from the pain.
You hurriedly apply some lip gloss before walking down the stairs. Opening the door, you blush at the sight of Shizuo and Izaya dressed in black tuxedos, Shizuo’s shirt unbuttoned at the top and Izaya wearing a silky black tie around his neck.
“Hey [name] are you ready to get going?” You nod timidly and Shizuo smiles at you, extending his hand out for you. You take his hand and c
It Was Only A Kiss.It Was Only A Kiss.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She opened her eyes to a room that still looked unfamiliar, she forced herself up, getting her foot out of the blanket and sitting to the edge of the bed. She looked down at her feet and pressed her fingers tightly onto the mattress. She looked up to see the door opening very slowly with a man; light silver hair and deep red eyes peeking his head out.
'Hey, Lili.' He said quietly. He stepped into the room, half closing the door behind him and leaning against the wall with one of his arms around his stomach underneath his t-shirt, the other reached out and palm out to hide his mouth as he yawned. She simply waved. 'Just here to tell you breakfast is ready.'
'When is big brother going to come back?'
He shruged. 'I'm not sure, Lili. All I know is that it won't be very soon, your brother's at war, it takes time,' he approatched her; proposing his hand. 'In the meantime, your brother wants me to take care of you, alright?' She nodded and slipped her hand in his. He pulled her back
faerie ringsi thought i was a garden-faerie rings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe i could grow
tall grass for meadows,
thistles and toadstools
and homes for faeries
inside the caverns
within my skin.
i plucked my body
of every flower it had.
and desiccating cactus flower
run rampant, with no trees
to block the ravaging wind.
i am losing every saguaro,
balding and standing in a bed of
its own needles.
i am ashamed
by the crumbling walls
of bone and organ,
the forced shut down,
lock and key
of my heart.
i've starved the faeries
by trimming the blossoms
from their stems,
the beauty from their homes.
my circles of tall blades
shift from grass to metal
and every heartbeat
feels the fear
instead, i stay
and sit in the sharp array
of the barren body
i have made for myself,
duneless and raw.
i feel small everywhere
except for my own skin.
Your New Roommate Shizuo x Reader“You couldn’t have gotten that scheduled any other week? You knew I was coming this week and now you’re dumping me off to some guy I don’t even know?” You huff in frustration as you and Kyohei ride up the elevator in the apartment building.Your New Roommate Shizuo x Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I already said I’m sorry [name]. I’ll make it up to you after this week is over. Besides, you’ll like Shizuo. He’s been my friend ever since middle school so I know he’s a cool guy. He does have a bit of a temper though so try to watch what you say.” Kyohei chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his head. The elevator stops at the top floor and the elevator doors open. You grab your suitcase and roll it out, Kyohei behind you holding your other two bags.
“Room 32 at the end of the hallway.” You walk to the end of the hallway and stop in front of the door to wait for Kyohei to catch up to you. He sets down your bags and knocks on the door a few times, waiting for so
Why Can't I Be?Why Can't I Be?3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Hello my friend,
Its me again.
I'm so sorry you're in prison.
People are so cruel at times,
I wish that I weren't like them.
Why can't I be a bird, like you?
Though my voice is unlike yours.
Your morning song's so beautiful,
You bring dying birds a cure.
I cannot understand their ways,
Why don't they encage me?
I'm not so different from yourself,
I've even made some wings.
But they do not help me fly like you,
Oh I wish they'd let you leave,
I'll just release you, that I will.
I'm going to set you free!
Come, come now little bird.
I mean to you no harm.
Perch here upon my shoulder, bird
Or here, rest on my arm.
I'm going to free you now my friend.
But please, be very quiet.
So do not chirp,
And do not sing,
Or else they'll come and find us.
But if they do, I'll stay with you.
And bid they encage me,
Then we will fly away some day,
Together, flying free.
Goodbye Child!PrussiaxReaderGoodbye Child!PrussiaxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's been walking in this world since the beginning of time.
The time when humans appeared once again after her and her friends'
'time' but never in her life did she get this close to someone whose
not her family.Staring at the crying boy in front of her with an
emotionless face,she couldn't help but feel guilty and sad.
The boy clung to her tightly,not wanting to let her go.
Begging her not to go and leave him,he cried and told her he don't
want to be alone.
"PLEASE!Don't leave me _____!PLEASE!I'll be a good boy just don't leave me!!"
The white-haired boy plead.He doesn't want her to leave him.
She rescued him from the miserable life of living on the streets with
nothing,not even food and ever since then she took care of him and despite
of the many things he did,she tolerated him.But now she's leaving him!
_____ blankly look at the boy,debating inside whether to stay with him
longer or simply leave him.It made her both happy and sad-though she
did not show it-that someo
Creating and Recreating a SelfIt's a simple thing, like catsCreating and Recreating a Self3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in so many boxes. Truth is, we can't
cope with open spaces, vacant air,
so we fill them with ourselves, dwelling
only on the best or worst, little
parcels filling rows and rows of quiet.
We make our selves foreign, ship them
off to remote places in a strange array
of envelopes and guiltsome needing
stamps, others needing stamping out
many get sent to Bermuda, on purpose,
the rest just get lost along the way.
Some others get returned to sender
and stared atlike a leftover battery
from a pack of 24, where it seemed
certain they were taken in even amounts
kept, "to be safe, just in case", but never
used, a remnant from a non-returning
past. That one is something foreign, sent
back from Guatemala, set beside the window,
filling up an unexpected space. It's
a simple thing, like cats in so many boxes.