World Conference: Introductory ChapterYou took a deep breath as you pushed open the doors to the World Conference building. You had never been more nervous to start a new job. You walked into the lobby, looking around sheepishly at the busy people rushing through. You had no idea where to report to or even who to ask; the receptionist was on the phone. You took the opportunity to take in the surroundings. The décor was delicate, and you contemplated taking a seat in one of the plush armchairs. You had barely sat down when someone called your name. You stood up again right away.World Conference: Introductory Chapter4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"[Name]? Are you ready for the new job?" A tall man walked towards you, his blonde cowlick bobbing comically. It was America, the one who had gotten you this position.
"Ah, yes. I'm so glad you're here. Do you know where I'm supposed to go?"
He shook your hand as a greeting. "Of course, man! I'm here to escort you. Come on, I'll take you to your office," he said as he put a hand on your shoulder, steering you towards an elevator.
Pirate!England x Reader -Protect her (Mothers day)Pirate!England x Reader -Protect her (Mothers day)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm very, VERY sorry for the delay, but I kinda broke my arm and it makes typing very difficult. This chapter was supposed to be a Mother's day special, but because of my stupid arm I couldn't make it! By the way, this is not the Bonus Chapter I promised to write. This one is made out of boredom, while the actual bonus chapter is going to be really sad (or at least I'll try to make it sad) But because I can only type with one arm, you'll come across lot's of typos. Feel free to point them out
I hope you'll enjoy it!
WARNING: This might contain spoilers if you haven't read the previous chapters yet
You were laying in your bed with your eyes closed. Well, it wasn't really your bed, actually it wasn't a bed at all! You were laying on a small but comfortable hammock inside a gigantic pirate ship, Arthur's pirate ship. The b
Cicero's SilenceThe silence was maddening.Cicero's Silence2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can remember curling up into a tight ball, my knees to my chest with my forehead up against them, my hands covering my ears in a desperate attempt to keep the silence out. The silence pressed in on me from all sides, like a giant hand keeping me locked in it's grasp.
Pontius and Garnag wouldn't speak to me. They just left me alone, in the room with the Night Mother. They are not the Keeper, so they felt unworthy to go near our unholy matron. They only came near me to give me food. But not to talk. Never to talk. I was alone. No one to talk to.
After a while, I grew so desperate to hear a voice, any voice, that I began to speak to myself, and Mother's remains. I would scream, sing, cry, and talk, to ward off the silence, because my dagger was useless in this battle. Only my voice could fight. It wasn't long after that, that I began to talk in third person, just to hear someone, anyone, say my name. I prayed to Mother that someone would come soon, to help me
Picture Perfect |North ItalyxReader| Mini-ContestHe sighs a deep, warm sound. It doesn't work with his personality at all. He is lighthearted, not so thoughtful. The smile on his face, though, seems brighter than ever before. A soft heat that fills his body turns his cheeks red like the tomato sauce on his favorite pasta. He is blushing, his smile that of a dreamer. It almost seems like he looks trough rose-tinted glasses. He probably does so.Picture Perfect |North ItalyxReader| Mini-Contest3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ve~ She's so pretty!" Italy exclaims with soft-spoken words and a heavy accent. While he can't help himself but to look at her, his two friends are near standing by. Germany rolls his eyes, Japan just chuckles lightly.
"She is." The Asian nation reassures him with a nod, while he studies her features in an almost interested way. A little smile settles itself on his lips; the third member of the Axis Powers seems bored, if nothing else.
"I know, right? Everything about her is just simply amazing! I mean look at her she is such a pretty ragazza! You have to really look at he
PrussiaxReaderxFairy!EnglandGilbert was the most popular and well liked man in the office, ______ wasn't well liked at all, she was quiet and shy and not many people new her. She mostly kept to herself.PrussiaxReaderxFairy!England2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She liked her job as a secretary at the research facility she worked for. She got along with most of the staff, so long as she kept to herself. There was one man that made her work day a little more difficult than it needed to be, though. his name was Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was a pompous, pig headed, self centered jerk to her and only to her. He didn't give anyone else a hard time and he didn't give anyone else extra work either.
She wore clothes that she got from the second hand store and were a few sizes too big to hide her figure, she was rather insecure with her looks and she was trying to save up to get her dream house for her and her mom. She always had her hair up in a clip and wore fake glasses. She felt it was like a barrier between her and the people she was seeing. She liked to think of them a
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
CanadaxReader - WaitingCanadaxReader - Waiting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matthew got up bright and early at 8:00 am to meet you at the park, just like he did every Saturday morning. He finished his pancakes, and walked out the door with a smile.
As Matthew strolled through the park, he stopped and sat down at the nearest bench; the same bench he would always wait at. Every great day between the two of you would always start here and get better. He patiently waited and scanned around the park occasionally. He loved sitting on the bench and watching you run to him from afar, apologizing for being late. The way your face would be flushed from running full-speed, and you're babbling excuses for your tardiness was found oh-so amusing to the Canadian.
It had just turned 12:00 pm when a few more people strolled by through the park. Yet, Matthew waited patiently with that un-dying smile.
At around 3:00 pm, Alfred happened to stroll by and notice Matthew sitting on the bench. "Hey bro, how's it hangin'?" He asked with his overly-enth
La psicologa (ArgxChi-Pasicologa!Reader) Cap1 Dia1Estás contenta.La psicologa (ArgxChi-Pasicologa!Reader) Cap1 Dia13 years ago in Romance More Like This
El otro día te trasladaron como psicóloga de una escuela y ya te encargaron dos chicos, a quienes conocerás hoy. Te encanta tu trabajo, ayudar a los demás a resolver sus problemas te hace sentir una persona superior a los demás, porque sabes que ayudas y contribuyes al bien del mundo... Sin soberbia ni egocentrismo, así piensas. O algo así. Es interesante analizar a las personas, ¿No? Después de todo, por eso y por otras razones escogiste la carrera de psicología.
El colegio es amplio, de una estructura antigua pero no tanto. No logras reconocer la época, ya que parece que fue reformado hace poco. Es un edificio hermoso mas no te detienes a observarlo, estás ansiosa por conocer a tus “pacientes”.
El director te recibe en su oficina con una sonrisa amable y hay algo más en su rostro. ¿Culpa? Sin duda es cansancio, y algo más. No sabes si es culpa u otra cosa. Pero parece exhausto, lo ves en sus facciones, en su cabello marrón descuidado...
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you-
I found out that hope can be so wounding
And now I know what meaningful desires can do-
The pieces of my dreams are still crumbling
You made me fade in-and-out of your Heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And then right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into my same old Hell called: vulnerability
This feeling...is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you...so much
The rift between us seems to be infinite
Don't go...don't leave
Don't let go...of me
But when you left me for the last time-
I knew that the wrong kind of love can be so fucking addicting
I realized that you combined my truth with your lie-
You always made your words so fucking convincing
You forced me to despise what I will never have-
As you pretended to hand me m
Pirate!England x Reader - Protect her FINALPirate!England x Reader - Protect her FINAL3 years ago in Romance More Like This
GUYSSS!! I made a continuation, so technically speaking this isn't the last chapter anymore
(the link it in the description) HAVE FUN D
It has been almost three since Arthur got injured
but his wound is almost completely healed, or at least,
he claims it is, but I don't really believe him. I can see in his
eyes that it still hurts. We (Lily, the pirates, the resistance,
Lovino and Peter) are still on the same Island, we wait untill
Arthur is completely recovered before we set sail. In the meantime,
I've been spending alot of time with Peter. He is way nicer than I
thought and he needed someone to talk to. Peter never told me
what really happened when he was captured by the evil pirates
when he was sailing
France x reader x England: White Horse Part 4Previously:France x reader x England: White Horse Part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Vell vhat else did you do to make her angry, zhen?”
“I kissed another woman on our one-year anniversary make-up date…”
“You… VHAT?! That vas so unawesome! I can’t even…” For once in his life, Gilbert was at a loss for words.
“How? Why?” Antonio spoke up.
“I was looking for a new purse for (Name)! I saw a perfect one of Paris and the Eiffel Tower, and I just had to get it! (Name) always wanted to go there with me… Anyways, so I went over to the pashmina-bag woman and she pulled me in and kissed me. I didn’t want to! She’s been forcing herself on me for ages and -”
“Right… really, Francis? How could you do this to your own chica!?”
“It was Merysa!”
(2nd person P.O.V.)
“It was Merysa…” you sniffled, finally saying her name. What Francis did s
Commission: Mental: RussiaXReaderName: Ivan BraginskiCommission: Mental: RussiaXReader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Symptoms: Violent tendencies, uncontrollable paranoia and rage, child-like actions and manipulations
You had been his doctor since the day he was checked into the hospital. Often he spent time staring at the wall, as if imagining something. He had attacked other orderlies to the point where they were hospitalized. He had nearly broken your arm once, but he stopped midway in his attack. He started crying, begging you for forgiveness as he hugged you close, and sobbing into your coat. The other doctors assumed you would be afraid of him but you weren't. You couldn't fear him. Somewhere along the line of meeting him, you had fallen for him. He was fierce, loyal and protective, but naïve, hopeless, helpless, hurt You sighed to yourself. No one had visited him. Friends would help his recovery tenfold but he apparently chased everyone away.
Ivan was always alone. He had terrified his friends, brutalized the guards, intimidated the other menta
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer142P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer143 years ago in Romance More Like This
You could only stare at the man, completely frozen in shock. He stood up, licking the blood off his fingers, and waltzed towards you with a childlike expression on his face.
“Did you miss me?” He repeated, reaching out to touch your face.
You flinched, and he pulled back, looking hurt. “What’s wrong, poppet?”
“Well, for starters, you just killed my mum,” You replied hoarsely, finding that you could move your jaw after all.
“When I got here, poppet,” He said softly, reaching out and pulling you towards him. You didn’t flinch away this time, much to his relief. “She was cursing your name and looking around so she could beat you. Do you really think I could let anybody get away with that?”
“Ollie,” You mumbled, “I’m not as defenseless as I was when I left. I’ve been leaving Berlitz at my friend’s house and constantly on the move. I only stay here for three hours for sleep.”
The Girl with the Voice - RalofWe come from the land of the ice and snow,The Girl with the Voice - Ralof4 years ago in Drama More Like This
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
"The Immigrant Song", Led Zeppelin (Page, Plant)
The morning was colder than it had been in recent days. Ralof wasn't convinced that the temperature had anything to do with the climate of Skyrim however; he was sure the camp's proximity to the fort at Broken Tower Redoubt had more to do with the chill up his spine. Those damn Forsworn crawled through the fort; their burning eyes scanning the horizon. Ralof and his men were forced to keep their cooking fires low to prevent unwanted attention. It also meant that they had to rely upon their furs and pelts for added warmth. And he wasn't sure if either was successful.
Low clouds at this elevation were at least helping to provide cover from both directions: preventing discovery from the fort to the south and the caravan that was
TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road jokeWhy does the Dunmer cross the road?TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road joke3 years ago in Humor More Like This
We pretend to have interviewed some eminent minds in order to answer this question.
If the Dunmer walks five miles in one hour it will take him precisely two seconds and a third of a second to cross the road.
The road is one-way only and I await at the end of it.
Hmm, I like nasty Dunmers...
We all have to cross the road to open our mind to more knowledge but shall not step away from the path of wisdom.
The Dunmer goes where the wind blows and no road will tell him where to walk.
He must be looking for some fertile grounds to plant some seeds...
Luck may be found at every crossroad... or not!
Surely this is one more questing Dunmer adventurer, may his courage be rewarding.
Roads were made to be followed or crossed, the Dunmer deals the road his own way.
Wondrous plains of green grass, and may the moths pass.
What's the point of making up some plot if
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Under the Willow TreeThe wind blows with gentle sorrow,Under the Willow Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the weeping girl sits under the willow tree.
She cries all day with the deep pain of a broken heart;
A pain no one else seems to see.
The dark closes in around her;
Her cries echo to the emptiness.
There's nothing left of her soul.
She's meant to die in the cold.
She hollow out her heart;
Tears herself to bits.
She knew she was to broken;
A candle to never be lit.
She carved out her gentle soul,
And stone took its place.
She tossed it to the wind for it was only pain and greif.
She left it to wither under the willow tree.
she lived life under a plate of glass;
To clear to be stone,
But to hard to be smashed.
She grew old all alone.
She never married or had kids;
Only ever wanted to be on her own.
The doctor told her she'd die by the nights' end.
She treated her long needed death as an old friend;
Letting it take her hand and lead her out of bed,
But she had one thing she wanted to be said.
"I am happy that death will finally take me,
For Vincent Valentine LoversFor Vincent LoversFor Vincent Valentine Lovers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are perched on the windowsill of your small window in your tiny room, staring off into the distance over the smoggy streets of Midgar. You see him again. Vincent. He's darting in and out past the streetlights on the ground ten stories below. Inspired by the twisting and swirling of his cloak, seeming like smoke at times, you lean over, keeping you balance on the windowsill as you pluck a pencil and paper from a nearby coffee table, and picking up a book for a flat surface. You start to write, occasionally glancing at the red figure below for inspiration.
You swirl and dance,
You're a twisting nether
Formless and solid in the same moment.
Like smoke on the winds.
You're erratic bursts of speed
The thunder of Cerberus,
The echo of your gunshots,
Matching the staccato beat of my heart.
Red like fire,
Silent as a breath,
Mysterious as a distant star
Red like my love.
Your pain is my pain
Your voice is my lullaby,
Your tears play my heartstrings like a harp.
I want to
EndermanxReaderEndermanxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
What was this game to you? You know, other than countless hours being wasted . Other than that, there really is no significant reason to be attached to the game.
You didn't have a significant hold on the game, your friends pretty much just made you play it at one point. Although you particularly liked using a bow and arrow on enemies. Made you feel safer with Creepers and Endermen running around.
But you rarely thought about what it was truly like inside the game though, in the system. What did the world look like from your avatar's perspective? What did your avatar see?
You see boxes on the surface of your screen. Trees. Houses. Even water. Just cubic boxes.
To your little avatar though, the world was different. It was more like reality, the world that you lived. Animals were real in the game so if you needed food, you'd have to kill. If the game was luckily set on peaceful, you didn't worry about killi
StuckGliding upStuck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out of bones.
As entities are
Vore Tournment Hinata vs SheikVore Tournment Hinata vs Sheik11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! We're giving you a intriguing yet stimulating competition this nightfall. It's the vore battle of the shinobis! Here on one behalf, we have the lovely Hinata, the Konohagakure Ninja and heiress of the Hyūga clan!"
A girl with long navy blue hair appeared from one side of the stadium, donned in a lavender and white-hooded-jacket along with pants that was the same color as her hair. She wore sandals that had short heels and seemed to have a forehead protector around her neck. A shy yet confident look slowly appeared on her face as she waved to the crowds.
"And, for our other competitor, we have the mysterious member of the Sheikah tribe Z- I mean, Sheik!"
A rather androgynous figure appeared from the far side of the stadium, wearing a tight outfit. Their entire face was covered in wrappings, except for a small portion, revealing well-groomed blond hair and a pair of intense red eyes. They strummed a harp gently, producing a soft, gentle melo
Tiny!Kirkland BrothersxReaderTiny!Kirkland BrothersxReaderTiny!Kirkland BrothersxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These are the human names I'm using for the Kirkland Brothers :3
North Ireland- Sean
You trudged tiredly through the downpour. It just HAD to rain right after you steped out of your job.
You didn't have an umbrella and your oh-so nice co-workers who had umbrellas didn't bother to offer to walk you home. As usual.
Geez, just another crappy day in the life of _______.
You jumped over a puddle and stumbled through another one. Oh well, your shoes were already soaking.
You paused, tilting your head to the side. Had someone just called for help?
Nah, must have been your imagination.
You took another step forward, still wondering if you had heard something.
"NONONONO YOUR GOIN' TA STEP ON US!"
You froze again, eyes wide.
Step on it? Which means........
Prussia x Reader- The Knife GamePrussia x Reader- The Knife Game3 years ago in Romance More Like This
First off, I just want to warn you bros NEVER to try this at home. I just felt like writing this because I watched the 'youtubers react to the knife game' on youtube, and could see Prussia/America doing this. In the end, I picked this to be about Prussia, just for the simple fact I could see him doing this more XD This might be weird, and I don't blame you guys if none of you want to read this XD Anyway, that's about it. Happy reading~
"Hey Frau, vant to play a game?"
You lifted your head from the book you had been engaged in for the past five minutes, only to see your albino friend, Prussia, looking down on you with a cocky like smile, his stature showing nothing but pure confidence. Cocking your head to the side, you eyed the giant doors behind him to see if anyone else had entered the still empty conference room. To your disappointment, there was indeed no one standing behind him. Sighing, you dog-eared the corner of your current p
Adult! Asriel x Reader - Helping Claw's and DatesAdult! Asriel x Reader - Helping Claw's and Dates3 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
My loneliness is killing me
I must confess, I still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time ~
“Psst (Name)” whispered your friend from behind you “Prince Goatboy is staring at you again”. Who might this “Goatboy” be?? Why none other than Asgore’s and the former Queen Toriel’s only son Asriel. He was fawned over by all the female monsters, and was worshipped whoever his horned presence went. Yet you were quite possibly the only one who disdained the prince. Asriel would quite commonly, on a day to day basis as well as when he could sneak it in, would tease you, flirt with you and leave little human reminders on your desk during classes at Miss Toriel’s school for monsters.
Yet you didn’t trust him one single bit, and you were quite sure he did this to ALL the other girls he encountered. SO whenever you could, you would bite your tounge