Starved- CreepypastaStarved- Creepypasta4 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was finally done. The little Zweilous plush I had spent weeks to make was finally finished. It was lifezise, the tops of the two heads standing at 4'08". I loved it, and in honor of it, I decided to go get a Deino on my Black version and name it in honor of the plush. I turned on my DSi and skipped through all of the opening screens until I got to the 3D Reshiram. I watched the camera pan around the white Pokemon in circles, then resumed to press start and begin my game. I was at Skyarrow Bridge, and I remembered that I had was trying to hatch an egg. I used my Kyurem, Cruornivi, and made him use Fly. The Unova map faded in from black, and I moved the red cursor on the screen up until it hovered over Victory Road. I clicked it, and the Fly animation came up, the screen faded, and faded back in. My trainer sprite was standing at the foot of the rocky mountain, the gates behind me and the dark entrance to the cave in front. After a few minutes of fighting and easily defeating Durants
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 8- The AwakeningYou had already drifted off to sleep before you could see Feliciano's reaction. Your last conscious thoughts had been something along the lines of "what would he think?", "would he hate me?", or even the fleeting spark of hope, "does he love me too?"Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 8- The Awakening3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Maybe you would never know, just to confess your love as your final breath is released from your lungs. Thoughts of love, death, and the Assassins swam through your consciousness, when suddenly your world went blank. Only the sound of your still-living heartbeat thudded calmly, piercing the abrupt silence.
Out of the vast absence of material form, you saw yourself. Standing in full-clad armor, you glanced around as you tried to take in the inexistent surroundings. Out of the thudding silence, soft footsteps began echoing through the space, as if slowly stalking on wooden flooring. You looked up.
A white-cloaked figure slowly began forming as the footsteps came closer. You felt no fear, muttering a hello.
The figure stopped in front of you.
BisexualI am a bisexual femaleBisexual2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No, I do not want to see your breasts.
Or your vagina.
Oh even your penis.
Nor will I send you a picture of mine.
I do not find your short shorts attractive.
I do not stare at your cleavage.
I simply roll my eyes at your assumptions.
I support gay rights.
But I will fight against cruelty towards those who don’t.
I do not appreciate judgemental people.
Or those who cannot show acceptance.
Hypocrites are the reason I hate my sexuality.
I do not like most girls.
I don’t like feminine attitudes on women,
or considering myself “butch.”
I do not like girls who look like men.
That defeats the purpose of finding females attractive.
I enjoy class.
Not a girl just as annoying as myself.
I will not kiss my female friends in front of you.
I will not find pleasure in touching them.
I will not talk about your favorite porn stars.
I will cringe away if you make me watch her.
I still get offended if you call me masculine.
Or tell me about my