Story of Evil Part 1-Cry/Toby/Pewdie"Now kneel before me!"Story of Evil Part 1-Cry/Toby/Pewdie2 years ago in Drama More Like This
prince with messy brown hair and a face hidden by a pokerface mask, wearing the
clothes of a noble that were deep green, smiled softly. Beside him, his
servant, a man with also brown hair and brown eyes, wearing lighter green
servant clothes stood.
Once upon a time,
There was a 14-year-old queen
Who reigned at the top
Of a savage and ruthless kingdom.
smiled as he stared down at his kingdom, the kingdom that the fourteen year old
prince ruled over. His servant, Toby, stood by his side, ready to fulfill any
order the young prince gave him.
With gorgeous and luxurious furniture,
A servant whose face strongly
And an adored horse whose name was
The girl held ownership over everything.
his horse’s mane. Josephine let out a whinny of approval and Cry grinned. Such
a lovely life he led.
If she should ever need more money,
Something Missing I contemplated with enervate eyes, the sandy haired gamer guffawing blissfully as he conversed with the brawny golden man.Something Missing3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Please, please, forgive me
I grappled my bundled haversack, It was as ponderous as my heart that plunged deep inside of me.
But I won't be home again
I scrutinized the outside world through the defile window, my heart weighing greater than the haversack between my fingers.
Maybe someday you'll look up
I settled a cadaverous hand on the frore exterior of the fenestra.
And barely conscious, you'll say to no one
Will I be yearned for?
"Isn't something missing??
His merriment incised my skin, causing me to cringe as it rung in my ears, oblivious to my presence.
You won't cry for my absence, I know
He vacated me when he perceived someone prosperous. Someone who was alert, keen, accelerated, enduring.
You forgot me long ago
A heavy tear streamed down my anemic face, imprinting a moistened trail of sadness
PewDiePie X Reader - One Cold Night Pt. 3PewDiePie X Reader - One Cold Night Pt. 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
PewDiePie x Reader - One Cold Night - Part Three
You turned around, startled. A golden man sat across the aisle and a seat down from you, and he stared at you with a friendly smile on his face. Everything about him was gold. His skin, his eyes, his hair, his clothing, even the sword in his lap was gold. Behind you, a young man sat, his hands folded neatly in his lap, a small grin planted on his pale face. His eyes were twinkling behind small glasses. His eyes were a soft brown, matching the hair that poked out from underneath a green beret.
"Mr. Chair! Stephano!" You exclaimed as you recognized them immediately. Both men held out fists for you to brofist into, which you immediately did. Cry chuckled softly in the seat behind you.
It then occurred to you that you hadn't even checked to see where you were going. Normally you would expect the bus driver to take you to the write stop, but now you weren't sure.
"Um, where are you taking me?" You asked Cry, leaning toward him agai
The Room Where Nobody Lies To ThemselfThe soft tune of music wafted through the halls of Brennenberg, charming the Swede who traversed its halls. His lantern swung in his grip, illuminating the area around him but doing nothing to pierce the murky black filling the rest of the hall. He knew not of the origin of the notes nor the melody, only that the tune was hauntingly sad. It toyed with his heart for reasons unknown and snuck into his mind where he even found himself humming along.The Room Where Nobody Lies To Themself3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Through the twisting halls and large empty rooms, Felix strolled in search of the melody. Neither Stephano nor Mr Chair had been spotted thus far, making the already spooky castle worse. He shivered as a cold breeze ran up his back and through his hair, ruffling it and ruining his perfectly sculpted style.
"Stupid wind" He muttered before falling silent. That music sounded close... Real close. His nimble feet carried him lightly down the hall, not a sound made, even the old lantern handle was quiet as he walked.
The door was shut but the music