Veiled Memories: Chapter Two [Makoto x Reader]Veiled Memories: Chapter Two [Makoto x Reader]2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A week later...
Small, soft hands gently caressed your face, it slowly moving the strands of hair out of your eyes while you lay asleep. You slightly switch in your slumber, barely moving as you clench the blanket next to you.
“[Name]~” A soft voice cooed, wanting to grab your attention. You stirred, only able to nuzzle against fingers on the face. The other called out to yet again. “[Name], [Name]....~” Your eyes are slow, blinking once and shutting soon after. Drowsy, whoever is next to you kept touching you. Normally, you could go on a while without worrying about it, but this person just kept on nagging your with your name.
“You're cute~” The voice noted, footsteps following it quickly after. Your eyes shoot open. Twisting your body around, you see no one. The blue walls around you are covered with small fishes or butterflies and birds depending on the wall. Who had such a thing?
Standing up, you feel shorter than usu
Character CreationCharacter CreationCharacter Creation8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
✦ You should only have one character per person.
✦ Your character should only have one Psychic ability and one weapon.
✦ Your character should be human and can be from anywhere around the world, though bear in mind it is set in Japan so the main ethnicity of the students will be Japanese.
✦ You should do a full body and a head shot for your application. You can use the full body image for the headshot. That is entirely up to you.
✦ Your character should be between 15-18 years of age and be in either First, Second or Third Year.
✦ There is a car park so your character can have a car but be sure to mention it on the application.
✦ You should fill the application in by completing all the sections on the application. It is all clearly labelled. If you are confused then please do n
4. UnbreakableWe. Are. Unbreakable.4. Unbreakable8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Rose, why did you have to do that?”
Is this it
Do we really
Have to do this
“Because you’re my best friend, Kelp Head.” She laughs, but the sidewalk is turning red. Don’t look at it. Run. Faster. Run.
“I can’t leave you, Rose.”
Silence. And then
“I might not make it, Ryan.”
I won’t believe it.
Her blood stains soak into my clothes.
I won’t believe it.
“Fight for me. Please.”
She looks up. Her eyes.
“Don’t leave me.” I can hear myself breaking.
“Ryan.” Her voice. Is softer. “I will… never… leave you.”
“You’ll make it. We’re here. ” Believe in her. There. We’re here. She’ll be okay.
2. complicatedfrom copper wires2. complicated8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are twisted pinkies and
empty passageways of
stained glass and weighed-down bricks
and spring glory and summer windows
we are deserts
bound by the gravity of your galaxy eyes
we are beautiful
we are silent
and laughter will be joyful when we
see our reflections blended in the pond with duckweed and clear blue blood
we are parted lips of salted ocean breezes
and treacherous as one
but nothing without the other
1. ~an introductionLittle butterflies, drunk on1. ~an introduction8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear, dear, Rose
We have been through so
from broken w r i s t s to bleeding heart
and we have been torn. till
even darkness gave no joy and
What we could have been
haunted what we were and weren't
And really, what does heartbreak mean when they tear our heart out?
Isn't that what they say?
But I ,no, we, can feel it.
Dear, dear Rose
Who are you and I
Who were we
Little birds, don't be afraid
I am also one of you, with
wings of hope and ink and when
we are on the
, I can fly
SC: PureiiaSynnefa looked towards her from afar. She wanted so desperately to pull her back into reality, to let the woman know what she was missing, what had been torn away from her life. She was stalking her once best friend and her name was Vanilla. They both had been best friends and were guardians of their kingdom away from earth. However, one day came where a demon escaped from his hell and squeezed his body into their kingdom in order to take down the king. Vanilla had gotten their first and to get back at the king the demon took one of his best guardians and banished her to earth, cleaned out her memory and let her forget about what she had been and who she had been friends with. So now, as Synnfea watched her friend, Vanilla had no idea that she had been a guardian and that they had even been friends in the first place.SC: Pureiia9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Synnefa came down straight to earth once she found out about what the demon had done. The king had called an emergency meeting and as soon as she saw the look on his face
Bou and Rau: ParcelBou and Rau: Parcel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Den Asaan had been the first one awake, as he had been used to practice his meditations at sunrise. He was in the midst of reiterating his passages when he heard the din of light footfalls emanating from the stairway just beyond the door to the main room. His pointed ears switched, his closed eyes cracked open. He was tempted to finish droning his scriptures and was disposed to believe that the sounds of those in the castle coming and going would a customary occurrence during his residency, but when he considered that the commons were the only set of apartments on the floor, he became cautious as to who their visitor could be at this time in the morning. He heard the shuffling footsteps stop outside the door and now he must look to see who dared infiltrate his home.
Rautu came to his knees from his sitting position and placed his trappings around his shoulders to dampen any sound he woul
.: Psycho-Pass OC Profile - Ritsuka Motogi :..: Psycho-Pass OC Profile - Ritsuka Motogi :.9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Motogi, Ritsuka
Nickname: Hound 5
Date of Birth: April 21st (Taurus)
Crime Coefficient: 160
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Love Interest: None so far
Current status: Active
Likes: tidiness, busy places, travelling around (although she can't really do that anymore), her former job
Dislikes: blockheadedness, people touching her things without permission, the Sibyl System
Hobbies: reading/watching the news
Favourite Food: Spicy Chicken Curry (and pretty much everything Kagari cooks)
Ritsuka is around 1,67m tall with light brown hair and grey eyes. She is and has always been quite athletic, with muscular arms and legs and a weight of around 70 kg.
When on duty she keeps her hair tied up in a short braid, but her face
Ongoing Manga Impressions: Ao No ExorcistOngoing Manga Impressions: Ao No Exorcist2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Note: The following thought are my opinions of the manga SO FAR, and should not be considered my overall thoughts of the series once it's completed. Series like Naruto and Bleach have shown us that a series can jump the shark and seriously decline in quality.
Ongoing Manga Impressions: Ao No Exorcist
In this edition of Ongoing Manga Impressions, I have to look at a monthly series, Ao No Exorcist by Kazue Kato, which is currently being serialized in Shonen Jump monthly sister comic, Jump Sqaure. The story revolves around Rin Okumura, a teenager possessing abnormal strength and endurance who, along with his younger twin brother Yukio, was raised by Father Shiro Fujimoto. Soon after Yukio departs to study at the prestigious True Cross Academy, Rin learns that he is the son of Satan, the strongest of all demons.
After his father Shiro dies protecting him, Rin has an encounter with Mephisto Pheles, who agrees with Rin's wish to become an Exorcist like h
Artificial Angel Novel Prologue RewrittenTorrential rain pelts down all around a tiny girl as she flees barefoot down a forest path illuminated by tiny shreds of moonlight that pierce the branches above. Each step she takes brings her closer to collapsing from exhaustion but fear drives her beyond her natural limits and she continues through the darkness with no true direction. Her brown muddy cloak weighs her down greatly but without it she'd succumb to the unrelenting storm long before her pursuers could catch her.Artificial Angel Novel Prologue Rewritten1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tracing her every step is a platoon of savage knights who would stop at nothing to present their king with the trophy of the hunt; the cold lifeless body of the girl. Unlike the girl the knight's horses gallop with haste but their sheer size restricts there movement in the dense forest allowing the girl a more even playing field.
Despite this the armour clad leader of the knights creates a new path with his steed barbarically disregarding his surroundings as he tramples everything between him and his targe
Gluecklich seinEs war einmal eine Stadt. Sie war prunkvoll und wunderschön, doch die Menschen waren nicht glücklich. Sie wussten nicht einmal wieso und sie fanden niemanden, dem sie die Schuld geben konnten.Gluecklich sein3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jedoch gab es in dieser Stadt ein Wesen, klein, bucklig, mit einem dunklen Schleier bedeckt. Jeder mied es, niemand beachtete seine Gestalt, denn jeder fürchtete sich vor dem Schleier und dem, was darunter sein konnte. Es streifte oft durch die Straßen, doch die Menschen wechselten die Seiten, wenn sie es sahen. Und mit jedem Jahr, das verging, schienen die Menschen unglücklicher zu werden. Nach einer Weile fingen sie an, dem Wesen die Schuld zu geben, sie verfluchten es und gaben ihm die Schuld an ihrem Dasein. Das Wesen aber beachtete diese Gesten kaum, es versuchte immer wieder mit den Menschen zu reden, diese jedoch waren zu aufgebracht, um auch nur einem seiner Worte zu lauschen. So verkroch es sich in einer dunklen Gasse, um ihren Blicken zu entgehen, denn dort such
El Arresto de NoahNoah estaba algo abatido mentalmente… había caminado mucho para volver a las ruinas… miro hacia atrás nostálgico, pensando que extrañaba las palabras de consuelo de su madre… pero no podía traerla de vuelta, debía dejarla en la academia, dejarla segura.El Arresto de Noah8 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Cuando empezó a sentir los primeros aromas de los cuerpos en descomposición y escucho los sonidos de aquellos quejidos zombies, supo que estaba llegando a casa. No sabia como lo recibirían después de haberse ido a huartillas con todo y madre… tenia la impresión que le llegaría una reprimenda por el actual líder del pequeño clan Ghoul al que pertenecía.
Antes de entrar al bosque giro su cabeza un poco, mirando hacia el horizonte, en dirección donde estaba la academia. Pensó en la nota que dejo sobre su cama.. pero dudaba que alguien la leyera, después de todo, su habitación ol
Caidas - Rol de Aule y ZaairCaidas - Rol de Aule y Zaair9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tenía miedo a las alturas.
No siempre había sido así, ni siquiera le había hablado a nadie de ello; no podía evitar pensar, con remordimiento, en la regañina que mi padre me echaría de ser conocedor de aquel hecho (“¿Cómo pueden darte miedo las alturas? Que controlas el aire, hijo”)
Pero mi padre no lo sabía; apenas yo había sido consciente de ello, hasta esos últimos días, los primeros que dejaba transcurrir en la academia.
Tenía miedo a las alturas, y uno de los principales motivos era la extraña obsesión que Zaair tenía a hacer que volase, cada vez que nos veíamos.
Nos estábamos cayendo, sin avisar. Yo esperaba que al engancharme en él (porque me había cargado al hombro, como siempre. Porque miraba hacia una ventana con ojos delatadores, como si planease tirarme de allí en cualquier momento) frustrase sus intentos de lo
VR - Coffee and Blankets [Vaan + Reito]Reito walked aimlessly through the halls of the underground, wondering what he should do for the day. He had slept only a few hours since he had heard the signs of a thunderstorm coming in and during the night, stayed awake, since he absolutely hated the loud thunder and bright lighting. It reminded him of stories he saw online of how people would get killed from the small strikes, which only increased his nightmares and forced him to stay awake and pray nothing could hit him.VR - Coffee and Blankets [Vaan + Reito]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He yawned loudly into his hand and continue walking along. "Tired....need coffee..." He mumbled to himself before he suddenly ran into a hard figure and fell back onto his buttocks. He winced a bit and glanced up to see what he had run into. His eyes widened in horror when he realized he had ran into someone, not something. Quickly jumping up, he began to let out stuttered apologizes and ask if they were in need of medical attention. He was overreacting yet again. The person seemed to not have noticed him until h
[Solomon/Nolan Future AU] ProposalWould tonight be the start of something new or the continuation of something that had already began years ago? One single thought that echoed and repeated continuously through Nolan’s mind. It irritated him, like a pesky fly that purposely buzzed by his ear.[Solomon/Nolan Future AU] Proposal1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Grace, would you like to walk for a bit?” Solomon’s voice stole his attention from his mental debate. They had just finished dinner at an elegant restaurant, a very famous one actually. It was hard to get tables and if one was lucky enough, they could get one in the next five to seven months if possible. Which meant Solomon had had this evening booked and ready for a long time now.
Nolan had loved every minute of it. He did miss his old lifestyle with his mother. Just because he now lived a more common life like most people in the city of Xanax without much of a problem and somehow managed to adjust easily, didn’t mean he had forgotten his rich and elegant lifestyle previously.
I AM A rebelBecause you said you loved a rebel.I AM A rebel8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you left that scorching trail of coffee-stained love on my broken
carbon dioxide lungs
-so I choked on air because you told me to
Rules and GuildelinesRulesRules and Guildelines8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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P. Comm- OC x OC- Raven x Eri: Count OnEri was a unusual girl with two unique, yet great friends. Their names were Raven and Mitsumi. Why is she unusual though? She used to be a diary. Though this contributes to her great listening skills...and, whenever a friend needs someone to talk to, she'd be there. Here's a little story of them.P. Comm- OC x OC- Raven x Eri: Count On8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walking down hallways, studying, and gathering with friends. This might be how you'd describe a typical school life. The after, you'd hang out somewhere after school. It might be alright to say that Eri's school life was like that...you'd just have to consider that she has a blast all the time. Today? Let's find out....
It was a great afternoon. School finished perfectly fine too. While Eri, a beautiful blond was walking down the hall, a guy approached her. "Oy..missy, how 'bout going out with me?" asked some tough looking delinquent.
Eri spoke up, "I'm sorry, but no."
"What was that?!" he asked as he forcefully grabbed her arm.
"Let go of me!"
She struggles to be set free, when Raven
3. Making HistoryWriting your words on3. Making History8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the page takes a second longer
than in plain empty air
Painting our watercolor
memories on canvas
takes a day more.
but taping our lives into books lasts forever.
Story Commission: Rini-tanLilka saw a strange woman that she had never seen before. The woman had two large black wings that stretched out to new lengths and it made her weary of such a new stranger. She had never seen a species like this and, being adventurous, she wanted to go talk to this woman but the winged being seemed to be tough in spirit and personality. Lilka was a warrior and she knew that she was able to take down anyone but this woman was different, she had an aura about her that made her very weary. She crouched down under the covers of the large tree trunk as she watched the winged being move about gracefully and then move her own fingers along her soft looking wings.Story Commission: Rini-tan9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lilka swished her tail back and forth and twitched her fox ears, she moved a little forward but coward as the being looked around. She had figured only her own ears could pick up such subtle movements but this strange woman kept surprising her with every new move and she didn’t know whether this meant that she should leave her
Story Commission: PucchinriRyo looked down at the tombstone and observed her fathers engraved name glistening in the sun. It still pained her to see the engraving as it brought forth the horrible truth that he was now gone.Story Commission: Pucchinri1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Tears formed in Ryo’s eyes and she could feel her heart pumping blood quickly through her veins. Her eyes stung and her vision blurred as she remembered his sick, fragile body in the hospital bed. His skin was void of any color and he lacked the strength left to fight. She recalled him gasping for his last labored breath until his body finally collapsed, releasing his soul to enter the other world, a universe of pleasant memories and loved ones. This should comfort her but instead, it brought her more tears. Her legs began to tremble and grow weak and she grasped the tombstone to keep herself from falling. It was a cold hard truth that gastric cancer had taken her father and as she leaned down and softly rubbed the tombstone, she wished she had been taken,