Homestuck Island (signless/sufferer x reader) ( A/n – If you haven’t yet go and read the opener >>>> demonofwrathrama.deviantart.co… This is going to be ___________ x Reader. You don’ t know what that means you’ll figure it out.Homestuck Island (signless/sufferer x reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
> I am busy as hell so there will be days that I won’t update.
> I am going to only do these on stuff I LIKE. If I don’t like the “Fandom” then it will not be on here.
>This is an AU for all of them (meaning lots of characters will be OOC).
>I am not the best writer so please ignore my mess ups.
> ALL HOMESTUCK CHARACTERS BELONG TO ANDREW HUSSIE NOT ME!
> You don’t like it then don’t read I don’t need you Trolling shit got it. That being said continue reading at your own risk. )
>>>> Signless/ Sufferer
You don’t know how long you sat there but you were brought back when you heard someone below you. You looked down and couldn’t believe your eyes…
There was someone in a hood sitting under the tree, right belo
The Big Hand's on Twelve12:00 AMThe Big Hand's on Twelve6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They met at the stroke of midnight: the Big Hand and the Little Hand were both on 12.
“Big Hand,” said the Little Hand, nervously. “We’ve spent a lot of time together.”
“Yes, indeed,” smiled the Big Hand. “A lot of time.”
The Little Hand swallowed hard. “And… well, during that time, I’ve become very fond of you.” It produced a diamond ring. “Big Hand… would you accept this Little Hand in marriage?”
There was a pause.
“Um,” said the Big Hand.
“‘Um’?” said the Little Hand.
“It’s just…” The Big Hand blushed. “I know we were going steady together but… I’ve got something going now with the Second Hand.”
The Little Hand looked dazed. “The Second Hand..?”
The Second Hand zoomed past.
“Hi, sweetheart!” called back the Big Hand. It saw the expr
A Spooky Ghost's StoryLavinia Clutterbuck looked into Camera 2 and smiled.A Spooky Ghost's Story5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Today,” she said, “we’re looking at the world of ghost modelling. More and more of the dearly departed are taking up this career, and here to tell us a bit more about it is ghost supermodel, Spooky!”
There was huge applause from the studio audience and a translucent young woman drifted on. She floated over to the chair opposite Lavinia’s and eventually came to a stop in a sitting position just above it.
“Welcome!” said Lavinia. “We’re so pleased to have you!” She leaned forward. “First of all, I have to ask… ‘Spooky’ isn’t your real name, is it?”
Spooky grinned. “No—I wasn’t always a ghost! I used to be plain Miranda Atherton.” She laughed a little. “Plain in all senses. I don’t think anyone gave me a second look during the twenty-two years I was alive.”
“But that all changed after you
Love is a Powerfurr thing - Signless x DiscipleLove is a Powerfurr thing - Signless x Disciple2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I shivered as the cold wind entered through the mouth of the cave. His cloak was wrapped around my body to help keep me warm, not that it mattered.
I was numb all over. This winter has been rather harsh on me. I've been snowed in several times, having to dig my way out if I wanted food. Making a warm fire was damn near impossible with the wood being all wet and no flint anywhere near by. These things didn't bother me though. I hardly ventured out anyway. I was to fragile and weak. He usually did that stuff, while I hunted.
Sometimes I think about to when we first admitted our feelings for each other. A smile creeped it's way onto my face. Despite it being foreign to my face now, it found it's way back one way or another. I remember feeling his warm arms around me during the wintertime. We'd cuddle near the fire beneath his cloak and a blanket that Dolorosa had made for us.
Olive tears threatened to leave my eyes at the happy memory, then anger began to set in. I
House H(a)untingThe apparition raised its translucent arms and began to wail.House H(a)unting2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I come from Hell! From Hell! From— Bloody hell.”
The spirit of Edmund Aspinall grabbed at his shroud as it headed downwards. He pulled it up round his shoulders again and wrapped it around his body.
“You don’t half feel the chill once you’re away from the flames of eternal damnation.”
Miss Amelia Gould, medium-slash-estate agent, nodded sympathetically and entered ‘Hell’ into the address box on the form.
She looked up to see Mr. Aspinall still rearranging his shroud. He smiled weakly.
“I apologise for the rather revealing attire. If I’d realised I was going to be wandering around like this for all eternity, I would have made sure my nearest and dearest had known to bury me in a pair of drawers.”
“Please don’t worry about it, Mr. Aspinall. I am a professional.” Miss Gould put the form to one side. “So, I take it you’r
EarwormThere were three things Jimbo hadn’t known before he travelled to the planet of Hepzibah 5 to start his new job:Earworm1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. The Excellent Robotic Company did indeed make parts for robots, but was also run by robots.
2. You should never unplug your immediate boss while he was updating himself, even if he did look like a microwave and you needed somewhere to plug in the kettle.
3. Companies on Hepzibah 5 had the legal right to detain and punish employees.
It was pretty miserable being in solitary in the company’s basement gaol and Jimbo was touched when Gigi came down to visit. She was another off-worlder and the only one of his colleagues inclined to be sympathetic to his situation.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
“OK,” said Jimbo. “But I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything, have you? What punishment I’m likely to get?” He hesitated. “Is there any likelihood of me keeping my job?”
Gigi gave a hollow laugh.
Plattery Will Get You NowhereMr. and Mrs. Bartle had enjoyed their day out at the Great Exhibition.Plattery Will Get You Nowhere5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They had admired the phonograph that could store an incredible twelve wax cylinders and play them in any order; they had seen the amazing hydraulic hand (which had a slightly unfortunate range of gestures); and they had even made a purchase—a vessel that was kettle, pot and cup combined, and sold already filled to the brim with steaming tea.
And now to finish the day off, they were watching a charming gentleman in one of the booths demonstrating a serving platter.
“...so you see, you wind it up here—” The gentleman placed the platter flat on a table and rotated a handle. “—and then put this lever to ‘on’…”
The platter vibrated into life.
“Now you just have to enter your instructions.” The gentleman indicated the keyboard on the side of the platter. “For example…” His fingers clattered over the keys and there was a ping. The gen
Eternal Boy - IbEternal Boy - Ib3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At some point, Guertena met a boy.
He was ill and his life would soon be over.
"My last will", he said "is seing Mr. Guertena's art. People keep saying it looks like it's alive."
Guertena showed him.
Then the boy smiled and left while saying " Thank you very much. I can rest now"
Feeling pity for him, Guertena grabbed his pencil and notebook and quickly sketched that boy's portrait.
"It would be
great if he could stay alive surrounded by the art he loves so much"
As the last petal on that boy's life fell, he opened his eyes on an art gallery.
A place where he could be alive eternally.
Forever LoyalHe saw her coming out of the deli, she smelled like blood-sick and old wounds hiding under her last pair of clothes that didn't have tears in them. He went to her and introduced himself. She gave him a sausage. It was love.Forever Loyal4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He followed her for the rest of the day, ears pricked forward as he listened to her talk. It was funny how that made her happy. She would say "Piston, sit." And he would sit, stump where his tail should be wagging as she pet him with pale fingers. When she did that, he knew she wasn't blood-sick, she was food for others who were and they nipped at her like he sometimes nipped at the heels of children when they tried to stray into traffic. He could smell it all over her, the ghost of blood-sick hands but he knew they weren't trying to help her, they would kill her.
He barked, to try to tell her this but all she did was give him another sausage and coo, her messy brown hair getting in his eyes as she bent down and pressed her forehead against his, eyes closed. He lear
The Library PlotMy master is a wizard of some repute; anyone could tell you that simply by observing his library. Even if you had never seen his face before, seen him strut about in his fancy embroidered robes and pointed wizard hat (which went out of style ages ago), you would know he was a wizard if you perused the books he has collected. His private library is a font of knowledge, a den of arcane secrets passed down through generations of sorcerers, savants, mystics and soothsayers. Here, scribed on papers bound in leather, cloth and dragonhide, are all the tricks of the trade my master plies.The Library Plot5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And it is here, in his library, that I spend the majority of my time these days, plotting his downfall.
Oh, it's not like my master has ever treated me unkindly. Quite the opposite: he took me into his home when I was alone, a poor sad victim of the streets. He keeps me fed, offers me a place to sleep, has nothing but kind words to say to me. He gives me free reign of his household and lets me come and go as
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.Golem3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the hillside, for no people came to sweep the shards away. This too we forgive, for our eyes remained littering the ground and it allowed us to see.
We saw you crowned and we rejoiced though our own heads were shattered. We saw rings on your fingers and we applauded though our own hands were lost. We saw robes on your shoulders and we were glad, though our o
Being a Healthier PersonBeing a Healthier Person3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Sometimes in life things seem to come together almost at random. Many people spend the days leading up to New Years telling themselves that they're going to do this or stop doing that. Most don't last and those going past a week are truly dedicated to the cause (or under doctor's orders). Why does this happen? Wrong mindset. The dedication is there, but the true gravity of their decision hasn't sunk in yet. So how does one go around changing your lifestyle for the better?
Up until February this year I was a smoker, not the pack-a-day kind of smoker, but a smoker nonetheless. I also weighed the wrong side of 110 kg (242 pounds for the non-metrics). For a very long time I wanted to quit, but nicotine addiction is a harsh thing and I failed miserably in my first attempt in 2010. So I kept going, gradually reducing my smokes a day from about twelve to a rather less unhealthy seven. I was proud of myself for achieving as much, but
The Secret of Kells ReviewThe Secret of Kells Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The Book of Kells simply put is an illuminated manuscript Gospel book written in latin, it contains the four Gospels of the New Testament together with various prefatory texts and tables. It's one of the oldest books ever concieved dating way back to the year 800 combining Christian iconography and ornate swirling motifs of the Insular art type. Since 1953, it contains 340 pages worth of material and is bound in four volumes. As of today, the book, well only the two volumes are on display the Trinity College Library in Dublin. Why am I talking about this? If you haven't read the title, it's the 2009 Irish animated film The Secret of Kells. Yes, a major foriegn animated film that ended gaining attention at the 2010 Academy Awards.
I, myself am included among the many who were curious about the film ever since its announcement. Everyone was blindsided, no one saw its nomination coming. But overtime it did gain good reviews from the critics and seems to have developed a fanbase of its own
Fashion TrendsJuly 5th, 1946Fashion Trends1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Desk inside sun room
Were you a person in flesh, you wouldn’t believe what I am about to tell you. And were you a man for some strange reason, I would resolve in not saying anything at all.
Today I woke up feeling as ordinary and radiant as the sun that touched my eyelids and the breeze that crossed my windows. Mrs. Catherine entered precisely at 8:22 carrying the tray with my morning tea and a buttered toast. She left it on the dresser as usual and retired to allow me to wash myself and get dressed. Once ready I ringed mother, the poor thing is still with that nasty cold but she sounded better today, and headed downtown to see the shops- I heard word that the new paint bottles had arrived and I wanted to make sure I got my share before they ran out again.
Harry doesn’t want me walking around without need, and I appreciate his care. It hasn’t been long since the War ended as the broken pavements and shattered windows reveal, even in quiet Canterbury, bu
A Good Bye in the Waves“You will get better, granny,” the little girl said with a big smile and holding her hand.A Good Bye in the Waves1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The room was very cold, as it is expected from most hospital rooms in during winter. The snow was starting to fall as the rays of the day began to fade away. The grandmother chuckled with her face creased into happiness.
“With such a lovely company I couldn’t feel better,” she patted the little hand in hers.
“Lilly, let’s leave grandma to rest, yes? You can see her tomorrow,” the mother came in taking her purse and scarf from the sofa chair next to the door.
“Aww, can’t we stay longer?” The girl said with a pout.
“There’s some snow coming our way, but we can come back tomorrow and show her your new bunny, yes?”
“Okay!” The girl jumped to the bed and hugged her grandmother, “I love you, granny, you take your medicines so you can come home,” she ordered.
“Yes, doctor,” and with a
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 3Chapter 3Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Phoenix led the mages away from the Rune River, toward the Deadlands. Dead trees cringed and withered in these lands; tumble weeds tumbled and turned to ash at the end of their stumbles. The sky brightened; but then it turned a gloomy dark gray, almost purple. Night fell and the mages slept in a batch of desert.
Phoenix slept on his back and listened to the wind as it whistled grim laments of the forgotten past. He then heard a twig snap, and his eyes snapped open. He sprang to his feet, and saw a shadow scurry between the trees. He drew his sword. He then leapt through the trees and pounced upon the creature…
Upon a woman!
He gasped when he realized he had his blade to her delicate throat. He could feel her heart pound beneath his palm that pressed her to the ground.
Her red-wine eyes blazed up at him, frightened. Her long crimson curls splayed out over her shoulders that were bare, save for the red straps that held up her dress made of sashes. Her sashes were made of
Makorra: Gift of a Lifetime- Chapter.1Gift of a LifetimeMakorra: Gift of a Lifetime- Chapter.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: We're All Happy
She could remember the heat between their skins; shivers went up her spine as she recalled the feeling of his hands in her hair. Vague memories of his lips against hers danced across her mind; he tasted like alcohol, but she couldn't really complain- she must have tasted the same. Her hands tingled whenever she remembered how the fabric of his jacket felt knotted between her fingers and his hair soon after.
She was sure she could bring more memories to surface, but the idea of delving any further made her entire body flush; the idea of crawling under a rock sounding like a top-notch plan. More importantly, Korra tried not to think of that night at all. Not because it had been awful; awkward, maybe, but she couldn't remember enough of it to know. But the real reason she kept the memories locked away was because the incident had been unplanned. It hurt her more however, to realize that the act wasn't out of love or passion, but out of
Egyptian Names 1:AAa Great, ChiefEgyptian Names 1:A7 years ago in Historical More Like This
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Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There I was, just sitting underneath the old oak tree. It had been such a peaceful twilit night as the winds of Lai softly blew. I watched the water nymphs sing and dance in the moonlit river as I played a ballad of Water.
The wind was so relaxing… so carefree as it caressed my face ever so gently. The grass, a luscious green, waving to the sky. The clouds, just drifting by as the starry night is their sea.
I sighed in awe as this night was truly a wonder. Sadly, it was time for me to leave as it was almost dinner time. I stood up and pulled my blonde hair behind my pointed ears as the wind started rushing their song.
The nymphs had stopped their dance and smiled up on me. I could hear their silent giggles and whispers. I suspect that they are attracted to me. I waved goodbye to my beautiful friends and walked down the dirt path. A guide back to my peaceful village.
I journeyed through the dense forests that walled the entrance to the village. Trees as tall a
Decembersville Ch. 56Chapter 56 A Most Familiar Surprising GuestDecembersville Ch. 564 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mush, Tammster, mush! I spy with my sexy wounded eyes a little something called the Opera, o' hooded one."
"Get off him, for Christ's sakes," Bella snapped quietly. "People are not only staring in fear."
Chimabell gave his brother a sour look followed by a childish whine, "My god, you are one jealous turkey! Surprised your eyes aren't glowing green already. Because, brother beloved, you do know that I could fetch you a Tammy of your own. All you have to do is ask your lord and master right here. Really, it's alright to speak up every once in a blue moon than get pissed about something you regret not saying."
The mayor spoke of Tammy like he was an item; like sucking the souls out of people and turning them into mindless slaves was but a factory hobby. It did not help that he was riding
WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.Words1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Who would like to start?” asked the group leader, poltroon. “Ruth, perhaps?”
The word quivered a little. “My name is ruth, and I’m an archaic word….” It gave a sob. “I’m so sorry…”
“Take your time,” said poltroon.
“It’s just so hard!” said ruth. “I haven’t worked in years, and I’m not sure I ever will again. But ruthless is constantly being employed. It doesn’t make any sense. How can people have ruthless without needing ruth?”
Dandled nodded sympathetically. “I rarely get any gigs nowadays myself. But when I do, I turn up and find dangled has pinched the job. ‘He dangled the baby on his knee.’ What the hell does that even mean? Sounds bloody dangerous to me.”