Dance Thousand Cherry BlossomsDance, Thousand Cherry BlossomsDance Thousand Cherry Blossoms7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Your beauty cascaded on me,
In this white night fantasy "
Nightwish, Ever Dream
Downy snowflakes whirled down on nighttime Seireitei, as the lonely form of a man, head slightly bowed, stood motionlessly next to a bare sakura tree. The branches, covered with thick layers of snow, formed an intricate white structure against the night sky. The man's light, silk scarf and white haori billowed in the cold wind as the kenseikan, silvery in the diffuse light reflected by the snow, restrained his flowing black hair. His almond, anthracite eyes were fixed on the petite silhouette in shinigami attire on the training grounds below, the black of her kimono starkly contrasting with the virgin snow surrounding her. Her face was turned away from him.
For a moment, the man closed his eyes against the sharp wind. Then, as the snow stopped falling and the thick clouds parted slightly, h
warriors fanfic: A cure for frostbite part: 1warriors fanfic: A cure for frostbite part: 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Cure For Frostbite.
Frostbitten let out an involuntary yelp as his paw hit against a sharp stone. Frustrated, he kicked at it- sending it spinning across the cold floor and hitting the left hand wall. Hollowed-out holes lined the wall and the clatter of the rock caused several berries to cascade out of various ones.
"Oh, fox dung," he mumbled and stopped his insistent pacing to recollect the scattered ingredients: ingredients for important use in his work. After all, Frostbitten was the medicine cat of Thunder Clan. "Grr, if I have to wait any longer, I'll go crazy!" the pale tabby growled, but it was a worried growl, almost desperate. "If that Ratpaw doesn't hurry up, these kits aren't going to make it."
Finally, there was the sound of heavy breathing and paw steps at the entrance as a small bedraggled looking she-cat stumbled in: her fur was tatted and matted, her paws scarred with what looked like the bite marks of cat teeth. She held a sprig with several flowers and leaves attach
Cursed!Wolf!EnglandxCursed!imp!Reader: Chpt IVCursed!Wolf!EnglandxCursed!imp!Reader: Chpt IV3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hearing the words nearly made you faint. Being human again was what you had been waiting for. Moments later you were actually glad you two were stuck in the alley. You took another look at your tiny (black/white/or grey) skin. Soon, your real hands would be there. Arthur had been watching you 'check yourself' out knowing what was on your mind. He couldn't stop thinking about it either. His ears were at times moving up and down with excitement and his tail began to wag. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine what Arthur looked like. What DID he look like? Was he handsome? Would he like you if he saw you as a human? Once you became human would you go your seperate ways? Arthur began to feel the same way. He had things to do however he did n
CanadaxReader - Superman.There are no words, to paint a picture of you girl.CanadaxReader - Superman.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your eyes, those curves, it's like you're from some other world.
You walk my way, oh God it's so frustrating.
Matthew was absent minded with his breakfast. He haven't ate, even though it was pancakes. But, with his finger he was drawing over the pancakes with the maple syrup. Beautiful curves, firm and attractive. Beautiful (e/c) eyes staring right at him. It was such a mesmerizing beauty that girl had that at first Matt thought it was a product of his imagination. Maybe he went mad, and started to see things or creatures like Arthur claims to have, but that wasn't the case this time. She was absolutely real and... Unreachable. Her name was _____, he met her through his brother Alfred. _____ was Alfred's friend and he liked her.
"Of course she won't like me back" Matthew whispered.
That day you went to the brother's home because Alfred invited you over.
Currently, you were playing with the hose at the backyard getting Alfred al
A Poetic Tribute to Derpy: InspirationA Poetic Tribute to Derpy: Inspiration3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Source of laughter
Summited the peak
Hero ever after
Gait, a pirouette
Birthed from adversity
Verily, a barque
Courage of the world
Daughters' guardian, mentor
Fan and producer
Never more graceful
Never more unwavering
Never more inspired
Fallen AngelBlack wings unfurled,Fallen Angel9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Onyx feathers in hushed rustle.
Slicing all who oppose her.
Sapphire blue eyes,
Steeled in her determination.
Ebony hair flowing,
In a black cascade.
Pale skin glowing,
Radiating her unholy beauty.
Black velvet cloth,
Hugging her pale bosom,
Flowing over her powerful legs.
Firm leather boots,
Reaching over white calves,
Spotlessly shining in the paled glow.
Grasping her supple hips,
Forever bound to her.
Bands of black cloth,
Accented with silver embroidery,
Holding her dark powers to her body.
Iron will bound,
To the forces of darkness.
Her benevolent powers,
Serving the darkness.
This is the fate of,
the Fallen Angel.
Scarlet River P1 The moon was a sliver in the sky, only dimly shining in a wintry night. Darkness clung to the snow-covered forest below. Deep shadows lay beneath the bare, black branches of a large forest. Through thick swathes of snow a kitten struggled forward. Her head barely cleared the surface of the white substance and she shivered in the cold, chilled to the bone. Her brown silver-striped coat was plastered to her sides, revealing a jutting ribcage. She had been running for many suns and moons now, clumsily teaching herself to hunt along the way, relying on instinct, and a darker resource...one that the kit tried hard to ignore.Scarlet River P12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had long since lost her brothers and sister, and had been forced to run away alone, or risk sharing their fate. She would have chosen the latter, but she had made a promise, and this was what drove her forward.
She took another faltering step, her tiny paws numb. I have to get help. She thought faintly. Her next
In the Storm: Chapter 4Arthur trailed his fingers down your cheek and placed a kiss on your forehead. "You should be a tad nicer, love. I could have you thrown off the ship," he teased.In the Storm: Chapter 45 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'll be nicer when you give me a reason to be," you retorted. "I just want to go home!"
He snorted and gave you a quizzical look. "Why would you rather be holed up there instead of . . . being here with me?"
"Because you're an insane pirate captain, a stalker, and you're such a "
Without warning, he pressed his lips to yours, effectively silencing you. "Shh, love. You talk far too much." Eyes wide and face red, you remained still as his lips stayed on yours. Slowly, he began to move them against yours, whispering as he did so. "I'm not so much as a stalker but a man who has an interest in you. You are, after all, quite an eye-catching specimen."
His fingers wound into your hair as he continued kissing you. You murmured weakly, "S-stop it . . ."
Snickering quietly, his lips moved more fervently against yours. "Wh
Sugar Plum Dreams- The PartyHetaliaxReader Choose your own adventureSugar Plum Dreams- The Party3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gracefully swaying to the music playing in the large hall, your mother and the maid were decorating the impressive Christmas tree. The thing towered a good three feet above even your father's towering height. The hall was so beautifully decorated: a large red velvet bow hung over the French doors leading to the valley that stood in for a back yard, Cherubs floated above the door ways, playing a silent tune on their quiet strings and trumpets, the golden gas lamps were lit and created a soft warm glow throughout. But was most impressive, what rang the most beautiful in the marble-floored hall was that tree.
It's sharp dark green height contrasted so perfectly with the plush of the room, your eye was immediately drawn to it. And your mother was making it all the more eye-catching with her antique painted glass ornaments and ribbon embroidered with liquid gold.
You stood in the hall just marveling at that tree, ignoring the rather bountiful
Garry's Forgiveness.Garry watched as Ib nodded and got up, walking away to find the painting girl, Mary. He grunted in pain as marks came across his body, no doubt from Mary plucking off the petals from his rose. He wondered how cruel the little painting girl would be, and how much longer he would last. Ib had saved him before when his rose was taken by the lady painting, and now it was his turn to help her.Garry's Forgiveness.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He waited, worried, just barely strong enough to pull himself over to rest against the wall. The minutes felt like years as he waited for Ib to return. But what if she didn't? What if one of the horrors in this twisted gallery, or even worse, Mary, got to her first? He struggled to his feet. He had to find Ib.
He limped along, making sure to check around every corner before making the turn. He knew that there weren't many places to go from here, and he was sure to find Ib or Mary before it was too late.
Through twisting corridors and flights of stairs, he pulled himself along, determined to find Ib, t