Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
France X Reader: Do you Like Cheese You were currently in one of the markets in Paris, then you spot this blond french person. You immediately realized who it was, Francis. So, you decided to have a conversation with him.France X Reader: Do you Like Cheese 1 year ago in Humor More Like This
“Do you like...cheese?” (y/n) yelled loudly at Francis while your hands were flailing back and forth.
“Uh, cheese?” he turned around nervously.
“Yes, cheese. Do you like cheese?” (y/n) said with a big grin.
“Yes, I eshpecially like fondue Savoyarde.” He replied quickly.
“BUT- are you proud of your cheese!?”
“I'm much more proud of my wine...is that what you meant?”
“No. Do you like cheese?”
France was incredibly disturbed by this discussion, wondering if you had mental issues and he tried to escape the area. Of course, (y/n) followed and continue
For Lovino Vargas LoversFor Lovino Vargas Lovers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh, come on, _____!" Your friend begs, holding onto your arm.
"No," You sigh, "I'm not going on another blind date with one of your friends." Your friend had already sat you up on 3 blind dates this month. None of them were really your type, nor were they really lookers.
"Well, too late. I already told him you said yes," She grins. You glare at her, but sigh.
"What's his name?" You ask.
"Lovino Vargas," She says, "He's from Italy."
That evening, you stand in your living room. You smooth the skirt your knee length dress. You bend down and fix one of the straps on your high heels. Suddenly, your doorbell rings, startling you slightly. You stand and sigh.
"That's him," You say to yourself. You walk to the door and open it. When you do, your mind goes blank. A man with short brown hair and almond eyes stands there in a suit. One curl stands out on the right side of his head. He looks up from the piece of paper at you. A small blush spreads across both your cheeks.
"Ciao, are you ____
My Muse (S. ItalyxReader)Lovino was more upset than usual about his inability to live up to his little brother's standards. His brother, Feliciano, was always so great at everything he tried to do, except anything to do with warfare, and always left Lovino behind. Whenever they would paint the same thing, Lovino would get mad because his didn't look right compared to Feliciano.My Muse (S. ItalyxReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't his fault that he had no inspiration when it came to art. No matter what he saw, it just didn't make him feel the urge to paint or draw. A flower or animal just wasn't enough for him; he needed something better.
One day, he got that something. He had been sitting at a table right outside his favorite cafe when he saw you buying some fruits from the shop across the street. He quickly got his sketchpad out of his satchel and began to sketch your features. He looked at you every-so-often to make sure he was getting everything about you just right.
He could tell you had finished paying for your goods and were about to leave, so he
Kugelmugel x ReaderMuseKugelmugel x Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sealand = 4'3.2" (130 cm)
Kugelmugel = Shorter than Sealand
Ponder that, yes?
Despite the growing ache in your elbows and lower back, you continued to read the book that had you so engrossed regardless. As the emotions in the story started to escalate, you kicked your feet in response, not paying attention to the faint squeak of your bedroom door.
You stopped kicking a few moments later when tragedy struck the plot, and unbidden tears prickled at the back of your eyes, gathering at the corners. You let the literature go with one hand to press a hand to your mouth, taking a small pause to calm yourself of the emotions ignited by the captivating words.
You closed your eyes and let out a shaky sigh.
The hastily scritch-scratch of a pencil broke you out of your revere, and you turned to look over at the person that dared to interrupt your alone time.
You blinked when you noticed a young girl energetically working away in a sketchpad. The most prominent
BigBrother!AustriaxLittle!Reader request You danced around as the music filled the air. Your big brother was amazing. He was the most talented big brother in the whole wide world.BigBrother!AustriaxLittle!Reader request3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You swayed to the piano music as you smiled wide.
"Are you enjoying yourself_____?" Big brother Roderich asked chuckling.
"Yes, big brother!" You exclaimed.
When the song ended Roderich bent down and placed you on his shoulders and ran around the large mansion.
"Wheeee!!!" You squealed.
He smiled. You were his
My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 2My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Several days passed after you gave the English teacher your letter. And, truth be told, you were kinda nervous about getting Gilberts responce letter. You knew it was nothing to really worry about, but you couldn't help it. You hardly knew the guy so you didn't know how he'd react.
"Okay students, we got your responce letters back, so when I call your name come up and get your letter." He called out names, each student getting their letters, and only several of them looked just as nervous as you were. When he finally called your name, you slowly stood from your seat and walked towards his desk. He looked up at you and handed you the letter with the tiniest of smiles.
"Everything will be alright. Even if your pen pal is a bit odd, he's still a good kid." You smiled lightly, and returned to your desk. Okay well that helped, sorta. You stared at the envelope in your hands for several minutes, just debating whether or not to open it. After giving yourself a mental pep talk, you finally mad
My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 5My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
"-Und she asked, "Meters as is centimeters?" But zhen I said, "Meters as in KILOmeters." Gilbert and his friends laughed at his very inappropriate story. It had been a week since he turned in his letter and while waiting for your letter, his friends had already begun pestering him about what he wrote to you. But like always, Gilbert refused to tell them anything. He liked to keep the things he said to you a secret. It made his life a little more exciting. In fact, he even had your letters hidden under his bed, inside a black shoe box with Gilbird and Prussian flag stickers stuck to it.
Honestly, Gilbert had every right to hide your letters. His friends have been coming over (much to Ludwig's chagrin) more often than they did before, and the moment Gilbert would leave those two alone for just a minute, he would come back to see his man cave in worse shape than he had left it before they even decided to visit. What truly amazed him was how his friends never seemed to look under his bed.
Und am AbendUnd am Abend: stilles Glück.Und am Abend1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Altes Sofa. Trautes Heim.
Sitzen. Schweigen. Blick zurück.
Leise lächeln. Mondenschein.
working for..chapter 5.2working for..chapter 5.25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Working for Mr. Sasuke Uchiha
Chapter 5: I Will Be Your Comforter
[Preview: Of what is to come]
drip. drip. drip.
Her eyes could barely open as she felt herself slowly losing consciousness, she could not remember the last time she had felt this bad or even close to feeling this bad. She flinched every time she heard a hiss because she knew what was awaiting her.
drip. drip. drip.
She felt cold and wet and all she wanted was to feel warm and dry. It was something of a dream now and all she wanted to do was cry, but her spirit had been broken long ago. She wanted to fight but every time she had tried she was beaten into submission and not only that..
drip. drip. hiss.
She winced as she slowly opened her eyes to see purple and white scaly skin making its way around her body. Two snakes this time, she could not believe it. What more could he want from her? She would never tell anything about Sasuke, or his business, or anything of that nature she hardly knew much as it was. Besides, why di
Working for..chapter 2Working for..chapter 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter Two: Getting To Know You
-Just don't scream- she kept on saying to herself, even though it was hard not to. She did not want to scream because she was scared or frightened, but because of the amazing room she had just stepped into. She even double checked to make sure this was the right room, she opened and closed the door a few times to make sure the key actually fit in this certain lock and not any other lock.
The room was simple but at the same time she loved it, it was so much better then her now old apartment which had squeaky floor boards, and wallpaper hanging off of the sides of the room. With neighbors above and below her, she rarely got any sleep most nights. With newlyweds above her keeping her up all night with their screams of passion. Along with the teenagers below her, who always wanted to get that 'buzz,' which seemed as though it was every night, maybe working for Sasuke would be better
Mochi!SpainxReader - Within a Tomato Plant(y/n)'s fingers were coated in a thick layer of dirt and grime. She reached up to wipe the sweat off her forehead with her wrist, not caring that the spot below her hairline now bore a trail of black soil. She focused on the strong, green vines of the plants before her. The pesky weeds never seemed to go away, no matter how hard (y/n) worked, or how often she sprayed the weed killer. Her precious garden fell victim to the villainous weeds nearly every year. But this time (y/n) was determined to be rid of them forever.Mochi!SpainxReader - Within a Tomato Plant3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her hands ached from pulling up the greedy roots. They were slick with sweat and mud. But still she worked, while the sun was still high and the day was still warm. A glass of lemonade stood by. The glass was covered in dirt, from the times (y/n) had reached over and taken a sip. But the liquid contents remained sweet and citrusy, perfect for (y/n)'s current activity.
She stabbed at the dirt with her shovel, breaking up the weed before her. It wilted, defeated, and (y/n)
Papa!Austria x Child!Reader - Austrian LullabiesIt was ten o’clock in the Eldenstein household; the curtains were already drawn shut, the doors and windows were locked for safety, and all the lights were out so that the residents of the house would be able to get to sleep.Papa!Austria x Child!Reader - Austrian Lullabies2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
…Well, almost every light was turned off.
The piano room (or at least that’s what you called it) was currently being occupied by a tall Austrian man who was still dressed in his day clothes: a long, dark blue tailcoat with a white button-up shirt underneath and a pair of brown trousers, and his daughter, who was attempting to play Claude Debussy’s Clair de Lune. The soft notes wafted through the night air, making everything seem a bit less hectic than it usually was during the day. The Austrian man, whose name was Roderich and was the head of the household, was sat next to his eight-year-old daughter, watching her play the lovely piece of music. And although her notes came out as smoothly as ever, it was plainly obvious that she was dead t
::Depressed!Spain X Reader:: Still Breathing::Depressed!Spain X Reader:: Still Breathing1 year ago in Romance More Like This
** WARNING!! This involves self harm and could be a trigger for some readers.
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THAT IS THE CASE. I love you with all my heart. ~ **
'Give me any reason to believe
'Cause I swear I'm done here
'Cause I've seen a bigger picture
And I'm looking for some answers'
I tapped at my desk and watched the teacher scribble some notes on the board, the chalk making an irritating scratching noise. I puffed my cheeks out, and rested my cheek against my hand. I looked around the room, watching my classmates.
Meghan was filing her nails, then blew on them.
My friend Kylie was bobbing her head, a ridiculous smile on her face.
Then there was Toni. He was biting his lip, and looking at his lap, twidding his fingers. I felt a smile creep onto my lips, and his emerald eyes flickered up and met mine. His cheeks flushed red, but he looked away, a small smile tugging at his lips. I smiled again, then looked up at the teacher again. He spoke, but I kind of Tooned it out.. All
Uzumaki Colosseum Ch: 1Uzumaki Colosseum Ch: 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All my life, I've been nothing least, I haven't been me. For years, I have been nothing but a tool to the people who had found me who raised me. I felt like that what we've been doing was wrong, that we shouldn't be doing this just to change the world to how we wanted it. No, not 'we' but 'them' or 'they' For as long as I could remember, I never had a choice in anything. I didn't have a say, I didn't have a thought I had nothing more than the two Pokémon I was given and the one I saved.
My partners in both friendship, and crime
I was their top catcher, their top sneak, their top spy I was trained in the art of stealing anything, in the art of crime. I had skills that no one else had, which was why I was their tool. Though, this is what I have to say enough, is enough. Today is the end of my old group, my old family and the beginning of my journey of redemption.
It was a beautiful day least, as beautiful
Papa!Austria x Little!Reader-Part 2-Lost and Found~~Age 4~~Papa!Austria x Little!Reader-Part 2-Lost and Found3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The first year flew by fast, Roderich grew quite found of his new daughter. Spoiling her in anyway he could. Making her, her favorite meals. Baking cookies and other sweets with her. Playing music for her. He even bought her a little bunny doll, which she carried around everywhere.
It was a hot and sunny day, birds could be heard chirping outside the open windows. Roderich was writing his music down on paper, play a few notes now and then. After a while, he noticed the house was rather.....quite. Roderich turned around, waiting to see (__f/n__) playing with her doll. But.....she wasn't there. Panic shot threw Roderich.
"(__f/n__)?" Roderich looked around the room, thinking maybe she was playing Hide n Seek.
He called her name once more, going to look in the other rooms. "(__f/n__)...this...this isn't funny. Come out now!" Roderich's eyes widened, (__f/n__) wasn't here.
His started running his fingers threw his hair, his heart about to beat out of his chest. 'I'm a horrible pa
Short story about FriendshipToday I was reunited with an old friend, whom I haven't heard from in a long time. I had previously been nervous to approach her, scared I'd make mistakes and be pushed away again, like I had so many times before.Short story about Friendship5 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Her words, as always, spoke of hope and light in a time of darkness, and although I had forgotten some, it was not as much as I'd feared. She was sweet and forgiving, and her voice brought back memories of pain and sadness, sleepless nights when I'd go to her in tears and she'd whisper reassurance to me, magic and perseverance, and honey-colored sunsets in Cortona.
We talked until my mouth knew all the words again, until again I knew all the colors in her eyes. She was always so kind. When the rest of the world was crumbling into dust, she stood strong and held me close whilst I cried.
I wondered why I'd ever left her.
Maybe, after I could stand again, I simply didn't need to go to her so often.
And so we went our separate ways. I made new friends.
She waited for me.
I hope w
Papa!Austria x Little!Reader-Part 5-Three Amigos.....*poke*.....*poke, poke*.....Papa!Austria x Little!Reader-Part 5-Three Amigos3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Roderich groans in his sleep, turning over.
.....*poke*....*poke, poke, poke*
Roderich brushes his cheek, turning over again.
....*poooke*....*poooooke*..."`ey....come on...wake up!"
Roderich's eyes fluttered open....what he saw almost gave him a heart attack. Francis was leaning over him smiling. Roderich was about to scream, but Francis put his hand over his mouth. "Shh, you'll wake ze petit lapin."
Roderich moved his hand off his mouth "Vhat are you doing in my house!? Better yet, HOW did you get in my house!?"
Francis pointed to the window "I came in through ze window, you wouldn't answer ze door and ze window was open. So I just came on in."
Roderich gets out of bed, trying not to wake up (__f/n__) "I...you....I....VHY?!"
Francis crosses his arms "I brought Antonio and Gilbert over to meet (__fn__). I made a promise to `er after all and I wasn't going to break it."
Roderich set on the edge of the bed "Still you can't just break into someone's hous
Zelda's LullabyPrincess mine,Zelda's Lullaby4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
as you hear this song,
close your eyes and dream along.
Day is fading
as each bell chimes.
Now the stars can shine.
Floating up in the sky,
Faint as a lullaby,
Twinkling just for you and I.
though the road is dark,
Moonlight beams still offer a spark.
When it rains
and the clouds hang low,
still the stars will glow.
Floating up in the sky,
Faint as a lullaby,
Twinkling just for you and I,
Forgotten Ghirahim X ReaderForgotten Ghirahim X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Good morning, have you thought about my little proposition yet?” Every single morning, for the last eleven days, Ghirahim would ask you that. You'd already managed to last almost twice as long as he expected, and you could tell he was getting tense. Unfortunately, you didn't know if you could last even one more day. “Oh, are you not speaking to me again? How very juvenile.” He slammed your bowl of plain, unflavored oats on the small, dirty table and unchained you. “Now eat.”
“I am eating.” You'd given up on not eating a long time ago. Ghirahim was just as stubborn as you were, which caused major problems with your plan. There was no way he'd let you free, no matter how long you stayed in that room, no matter how long you went without eating. You were going to be in there until you either died, or gave in to him. You'd started out stubborn and strong, but the constant silence was starting to drive you crazy, wea
GermanyXReaderXPrussia: Prussia's Hot Kool - AidGermany sighed as (Name) snuggled against his chest. Today was their day to relax after training the whole week. They were in England at the moment for one of their unproductive world meetings. (Name) represented the capital of (country) so she had to follow (country) around but they had allowed (Name) a little freedom, which she used to spend time with Germany.GermanyXReaderXPrussia: Prussia's Hot Kool - Aid3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He loved spending moments like these with (Name). She normally would ruin it because she loved to make him laugh, she was just so goofy. But those rare moments where she would be serious were those he loved the most, though he did love everything about her. He felt her move a bit and looked at her to see what was wrong. (Name) pressed her lips to his; he could feel her tremble a bit. It was so adorable how nervous she got around these kinds of things. He smiled and pressed into the kiss a little harder. When they pulled away (Name) lay back down on his chest and he closed his eyes.
After some time, they both heard some
Dragon!SpainxReaderOneshotDragon!SpainxReaderDragon!SpainxReaderOneshot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You hated generic fantasy stories. The one where dragons were evil. The ones where dragons were executed in different ways.
What could you say? You were a Dragon fanatic. The idea of magnificent winged creatures was thrilling. To bad they were only real in the imagination.
Kicking a seashell out of your way, you continued to trudge down the beach, trying to calm down.
Your boyfriend really got on your nerves. He knew your point of view on dragons and often teased you about it. Scratch that, he tormented and bullied you about it. It was amazing you hadn't kicked his ass yet.
You let out a low curse and rub your forehead. You had run straight into one of the poles that supported the boardwalk. Your forehead began to throb.
You turned to walk back the way you came, when a low whine stops you.
Pausing, you turn, head tilted. Something under the board walk. Taking slow steps, you creep under the wooden structure.
Mochi!GermanyxHuman!Reader - Lonely(y/n) had always wanted a pet. Something to take care of. Something to provide a sort of companionship for a while. (y/n) had always thought she needed something to be responsible for, after all, she was a very loving and caring person. It had been a while since she moved into her comfortable apartment, and (y/n) was growing rather lonely. School and work filled most of her time, and (y/n) just wanted something to come home to and cheer her up, after long, difficult days. So naturally, (y/n) wanted a pet. She wanted something that was well-trained, obedient, and loyal. Dogs were much too large for her apartment landlord to allow, so she was required to get something small. (y/n) wasn't particularly fond of cats, so a no on that one. After scouring through many books and reading internet articles, (y/n) decided that a mochi was right for her.Mochi!GermanyxHuman!Reader - Lonely3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes, the Japanese balls of white fluff came in many shapes and sizes. Each had their own personality. (y/n) could not find a