Mad Father: Nurse AyaDio felt the liquids pour from his eye although his free hand kept a strong hold on it. He couldn't help having his wound seep through the cracks in his hand, but it was his fault he approached the madman's daughter - his intent on gaining her trust- by the wishes of her mother.Mad Father: Nurse Aya2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Was that why he was alive? Just to help a little girl? He couldn't tell the future, but he knew the Doctor would not be lasting long anytime soon. The lighter in his pocket grew heavier, like lead, each time he approached that one fateful room where it all began:
He was a corpse, as always, but he couldn't move. It was impossible for him to have a conscience either, but he could remember it as easily as his own nick-name given by the other walking corpses who shared his fate. The girl whisked away something in her palms, but he couldn't tell with his one eye. She stopped, her pale face turned and her blue eyes shone with fear.
She ran off and he didn't see her until an hour later she returned with a bundle of b
Ib - He Didn't KnowColdness overcame him. Garry had no choice but to lay down as Ib moved forward, a fragment of the very essence of his life snatched away with each time an eerily kind voice would sing. Loves me, Loves me not. Loves me, Loves me not.Ib - He Didn't Know3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Of course he heard the voice. Garry listened to each petal of his magic blue rose fall, floating to the ground as his life wilted with the flower. He had once hoped that Ib might have been able to rescue him, but soon he became aware of how fragile his consciousness was becoming and how soon he would slip into darkness.
Garry wanted only the best for Ib, the cute, fun little girl he had only met that afternoon. In his last moments when the last shining blue petal fell and Mary sounded off a final, blissful Loves me as a cheer of victory Garry had only wished that Ib had made it home safely after all they had been through at this horror show of an art museum and that Mary would stay as far away from the sweet girl as possible. Bli
Corpse PartyCorpse Party1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rusted sinks flowing with dry blood, or even insides.
Buckets in every corner over flowing with decaying guts and maggots.
The floor boards creaking and breaking, walls dirty with mold and blood.
What is this place?
Is this Hell?
It could be.
Low moans fill the walls.
Darkness swallowing you whole.
No exit to escape.
Only you and the hallway, creeping up on you.
While your mind is swimming with thoughts.
Where are my friends?
Are they safe?
Am I safe?
What will happen?
What’s going on?
Will I die here?
Dead bodies spread the floor.
Fresh ones, blood pooling out there bodies.
Intestines opened to the air you inhale.
Bodies you’ve seen before…was it your friend?
No it couldn’t be.
Mind feeling heavy.
You scream as dead eyes you once knew lazily looking up at you.
Almost pleading for help.
Giggles, yes giggles.
Fill the area, but all is dark.
Wait a little girl in a red dress?
Why is she here?
Does she know this is dangerous?
Her eyes are gray and
Mayu PoemMayu Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know why we’re here,
But these little children…are hurt.
I understand them.
I want to help them.
So why are they telling me no?
I told them many of times.
They won’t hurt me…right?
What is this?
I’m being lifted.
Why am I going straight at the door?
I feel the door hit my body.
My body aces.
I’m still going straight…
Is that a wall up ahead?
Wait, don’t they know were going straight for it?
I start to panic.
My screams pour out.
My tears fall down my chin.
My eyes widen as I get closer.
No please no!
My body feels numb.
I feel nothing at all.
Emptiness…is all I feel.
Last Man Standing (Corpse Party)Last Man StandingLast Man Standing (Corpse Party)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Satoshi Mochida, running through thick trees and carrying a paintball gun in his hand. His black paintball armour was paint free for the time being. He was alone as his partner was shot out by Seiko, they shot each other out. Satoshi had shot out Naomi but Ayumi and Yoshiki were still in the game. Satoshi hunted them in the forest to get them out. Sakutaro, Naomi and Seiko were out which means that there were only 3 remaining players. Satoshi didn't really think that it was going to be hard to find the other two. Yoshiki wanted to play alone against the others but Ayumi told him no. It wouldn't be fair.
"Come on out Kishinuma and Shinozaki..." Satoshi spoke quietly. He heard a rustling in the trees before he shot in the rustling bush. Blue paint splattered the green plants before he sighed. Everyone had their own colour paint but since there were three teams, people had two colours which made up another colour. Satoshi and Sakutaro had blue and red paint making their
Brofiction: SNAKES IN THE CLOSET - Toy Soldiers 3Brofiction: SNAKES IN THE CLOSET - Toy Soldiers 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was as soon as he shut the door behind him, as soon as Mr. Chair and Mayonnaise were out of sight, that he heard the feral growl.
It was out of instinct that Felix ducked down behind the nearest solid object. He huddled out of sight, wedged between a wall and...barrels. Resisting the urge to toss every one of them across the room, Felix sat and waited out the long silence that followed the Servant Grunt's growl. The lantern dimmed in his hand as he rested, breathing quietly. No other sound came forth. No Grunt. Just ambiance, he supposed. Amnesia was full of ambiance...
Felix jolted upward, kicking and tossing his coverage away with a fury that went unmatched by any other Let's Player. The rounded barrels rolled to either end of the long corridor, lined with doors cast in stark shadow by a wide window at the hall's end. "That's what you get, barrels!" he called out to them, pointing a finger threateningly at the single barrel still rolling.
Puppet (Mary's theme) - Ib lyricsWelcome to my world that's painted with sadnessPuppet (Mary's theme) - Ib lyrics2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There's no light of sun There you can't hear any sound at all
Here I'm waiting silently for you, father
Why you were so cruel to left poor Mary alone?
Please take me away, I desperately promise to be a good girl, to be worthy of your love
I don't need the paint books, the dolls and the dresses,
Just tell me, why you've left your pictures and gone?
Who are you, stranger with a red rose in your hand
I liked you from the first sight, I wanna be your friend, Let's play
I've never asked for this place that's called my home,
But hope, you will be staying with me until the end
Please, don't be scared of me I'm a good girl
I just want to be with you to forget my sorrow
I'm tired of being the puppet of this world
Oh, tell me, why do you want to go with this man?
Is he your true knight in the shining armor?
Who'll sacrifice himself just for your sake with no fear But then
Why he resembles the one, who created
Burning God Dio watched the little dark haired girl leave as the world around him burned. He had grown attached to her as the night progressed; she was so brave, so smart, so beautiful. He could see why her mother was so desperate to protect her, if Aya were turned into a doll that proud spirit she had would be destroyed. Dio didn’t want that. So he protected the younger girl, just like her mother asked. He hadn’t expected to grow fond of her though.Burning God2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn’t a fool, he knew it was impossible. Dio was dead, a corpse given life and sustained by the power of a curse cast by a scorned woman; once the night was over and the mansion burned to the ground he would be gone. Even still, he couldn’t help his thoughts. He still asked himself that awful question. What if? What if things were different? Would he have stood a chance then?
Dio was burning; he didn’t much care, he was already dead; it hurt, but only a little, his thoughts hurt far more. A small,
England x Runaway!Reader -Request-You were sick of everything they told you. You felt it as if they were just telling lies to you. Of course, you kept running through the forest, wearing a cloak, and it's somewhere around the middle of the night. You loved them, but they always kept you locked up in that cottage home. They feared you would go outside one day and never come back for some unknown reason. You didn't care though, you wanted to go outside and have fun, you weren't going to run away, but you were sick of having to wait or anything, so you jumped out the locked window and ran off. You were possibly lost right now. You had no where else to go, but what choice did you have? You didn't want to be locked inside a home where you can't have fun at all you want. Plus, you were getting sick, literally, of just being inside a house, and you needed to be out in the sun to feel better as well. You didn't care where you were going though, you just wanted to be free and out of reach of your prison you dare call "hoEngland x Runaway!Reader -Request-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jack Frost + Rapunzel: WarmthJack Frost + Rapunzel: Warmth2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(A Jake Frost & Rapunzel One-Shot Fanfic)
By: Avk (whitekiss.deviantart.com)
Light pink flushes,
Framed by tender gleaming strands of very long golden hair.
Jack Frost couldn't help but smile in earnest as he watched the sleeping girl presently adrift in another world - most likely it was a sweet dream as she seemed serenely peaceful at present.
He contemplated about this mysterious girl. She seemed to be about his age. Well, of course, not exactly his current age, age… And how had he ended up gazing at her by her bedside? Now who wouldn't be a teensy bit curious about who lived in a tower that was practically hidden from the rest of the outside world? Jack mused silently to himself as he continued to watch her with a gleam of pure wonder dancing in his frosty blue eyes.
Except for a sleeping chameleon next to her, the girl seemed to be all alone in this place.
A feeling of sadness swept over him as he knew well the meaning of
Mad Father: Fanfic Ch. 3Aya looked at Dio. Her face revealed mixed feelings. Dio looked down, shaking his head, “Hm.” He laughed, “I’m sorry, Aya. I intruded. That’s not what any gentleman would do, I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Dio stood there, hoping to God this would be over… it was the embarrassment of the confession that has weighed onto him. “Dio, I…” She started to play with the end of her hair. A nervous habit caused it. Dio mentally cursed himself for causing her to become like this. She avoided eye contact, “… I-” Dio yelled in agony as pain pounded from the inside of his skull. “Dio!” She screamed as he stumbled into a wall, clutching his throbbing head.Mad Father: Fanfic Ch. 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
He refused to be helped up, “Aya their coming.” Aya looked confused, “Who?” He breathed in a deep breath as he recovered, “The Others.” Dio sighed, “I need to get them out of here, if they stay
More Than Just a Moirail Karkat x Reader PART 1So yeah... this fic is geared towards girls who are prospit dreamers, and who's patron troll is Karkat. Yeah, I basically just said anyone who's like me.More Than Just a Moirail Karkat x Reader PART 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were a simple girl, fun loving, not too popular, but not exactly a freak. Just someone who tried to go unnoticed and be apart of the geeks. You would get invited to parties, not always, but on often enough occasions.
You declined a lot though, because you'd rather talk to your internet friends.
Or rather, internet trolls.
--twinArmageddons [tA] began pestering [chumHandle] [cH] at ??: ??--
tA: hey ___
tA: you there?
cH: Yeah, what's up?
tA: heard you were iinviited to a party
cH: Yeah, I didn't go.
cH: I dunno. I just didn't.
tA: oh okay. you wanna play 2omethiing on the xbox?
cH: Eh, not really. I was about to head to sleep, actually.
tA: ugh fiine. iill talk to you later then, ___
cH: Yep! Night Sollux!
tA: niight ___
--twinArmageddons [tA] ceased perstering [chumHandle] [cH] at ??: ??--
You crawled int
THE TRUTHTHE TRUTH3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It never stopped anymore.
It never ended.
IT NEVER FUCKING ENDED.
THAT'S WHY I HAD TO DO IT!
I HAD TO DO IT, MOTHERFUCKER!
KARKAT SAID I SHOULD STOP, BUT THAT MOTHERFUCKER DIDN'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND!
I tried not to listen.
I tried everything else I could think of.
I couldn't stop them...
I found that, when I did it, everything would get a little darker: my vision, my own voice, the colors of their blood. It would get especially bad at night, when Nepeta's high scream echoed off the walls and gave me no rest. I never seemed to sleep anymore. Tavros wasn't as warm as I last remembered him to be, and forcing his rigid arms around me only made my mind long for the days when he spoke in more than whispers and echoing breaths. Then, usually by the height of daylight, her wailing would start up...
Gamzee? Gamzee, please? Please don't hurt Equius...
I HAD TO DO IT! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND; SHE WOULD NEVER STOP!
...so I got tired of it. The wails
.:Dear John:. Ch. oo1You sat by his tombstone, the dirt fresh similar to the tears running down your pale cheeks. You didn't care that the few people in the cemetery were staring. He had been buried today. You weren't ready to leave him. Not yet. It was too soon for him to be taken from your arms. 'John..' The name filled your thoughts along with everything you'd done together. He was such a fucking dork and yet... He was the love of your life... God dammit. More tears rolled down your face and you wiped them away with your black hoodie sleeve. "Shit," you muttered to yourself. Just how ridiculous were you anyway? Stop that..:Dear John:. Ch. oo13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You weren't sure what time it was but you felt your eyelids drooping. You had just started to drift off to sleep when someone prodded your leg with their foot. You opened one eye to see Gamzee, your best motherfucking friend as he liked to say, and you agreed but you'd never tell him that. Gamzee had taken off his usual bullshit clown make up for John's funeral. You appreciated it but
Dio's story, BEFORE he met Aya. All I can remember is being on a dusty street... alone... hurt... hungry. My first memory was from when I was five. Everyday at about 4:30, ten kids would come up to me and scream "DIO! LEAVE! YOU HAVE NO PLACE HERE DIO!" I would slowly walk home... if you could call a couple of rags on a busy street corner home. That same sentence... "DIO! DIO!" ...It never left my head for an instant.Dio's story, BEFORE he met Aya.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You may not know this, but in my first language, "Dio" means "Stupid". I was so young, that word hurt me so much... Almost as much as Alfred Drevis did.
One particular day, a sunny day (a rare day where I live), I woke up to a man and a woman arguing over something. I looked around to see what was happening. I may not have active taste buds (from never eating tasteful foods), or a good sense of smell, but I could see for miles away. The only joy in my life was all the colors I saw, sitting on that street. I watched cars and counted how many were red, blue, and even green
Ch3: Angel in the SnowCh3: Angel in the Snow2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I have the found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." ~ Mother Teresa
Rapunzel was awakened by a loud, wet sniffle, and she blinked her eyes several times to banish the blurry quality of her sight, and smiled at what she knew was Maximus' nose, hovering above her face.
"Hello, Maximus," She said, untangling a hand from her bed covers to stroke him, to which he whinnied softly, and sat down next to her bed.
Spreading her palms out on her bed, Rapunzel pushed herself up and looked around the room. She could see that the townsfolk had heard of her nervous breakdown, which is why her room was filled with every type of flower that the people could find at this time of year. Yawning, she tickled the air above her head with outstretched fingers, then leaped out of bed, and Maximus smiled at her perky early bird charm.
"Pascal? Oh, Pascal, where are you?" Rapunzel said in a melodic voice, and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a lily
BunnymundXReader: Heat-Haze DaysBunnymundXReader: Heat-Haze DaysBunnymundXReader: Heat-Haze Days2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Based on a song by Vocaloid ((I listen to Nico Nico Chorus so I can’t tell who made the original))
Yes, Bunnymund is a bunny in this. Yes, you and the guardians/Jamie and his sister included/ are the only ones who can see him. Just going to point this out.
Bunnymund seems more…fitting in my opinion for an “Xreader” story with this song. And he is my second favorite RotG character.
“I found another!” You smiled, running over to pick up another beautifully made egg that sat and hid around the park. Sophie, Jamie’s little sister with the crazy blonde hair, Run over next to you, smiling with glee.
“Mister Easter Bunny said there was 2 more around here, that he had hid in really hard places. “ Sophie said, referring to Bunnymund.
“Alright!” You said, putting the egg into your Easter basket and running off with Sophie to look for the last two. The t
'Idiot.'The blonde teenager sat at the window sill alone in the dark, rainy night. Her expression was unreadable, but her beautiful green eyes showed it all- the sorrow, the pain, the heartbreak. Anyone would’ve wondered how something so beautiful could bear so much hurt.'Idiot.'2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She shut her eyes tight, fighting back the tears that formed and threatened to fall. It was all she could do to stop herself from crying. It was all she could do to stay strong.
A sudden gust of cold wind blew into the room, and she opened her eyes to see the familiar silhouette of a young man who was about her age- or at least, seemed to be. The white-haired boy flew in and sat down on the window sill right next to her, a wide grin on his pale face.
“Hey, Punz,” he greeted her, and she forced a smile. She didn’t want him to worry over her.
“Hello, Jack,” she greeted back in fake happiness, which the latter did not seem to detect. He held out a hand for her and stood up, his staff in his ot
EyelessJackxReader part 5 Love from the HeartIt was 1 in the morning and Jack didn’t show up when you told him be here at midnight. Your mother was out to one of those ‘single dances’ and will be gone until 5 in the morning and your sister was with her boyfriend all night. You pace back and forth in your room and you finally gave up thinking he hated your guts now. You locked up the house, turn off all the lights, shut your bedroom down and went to bed. A small tear went down your face thinking of Jack hating you for the rest of your life!EyelessJackxReader part 5 Love from the Heart2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I’m sorry Jack…” You whispered as your eyes were about to close. Something wrapped around your body and hugged you tight.
“And I’m sorry too Angel.” A voice whispered to you. Your eyes opened up. You knew that voice that. Your heart pound hard. Your body turn to face the boy who placed his mask on the floor. And both of your lips touch. Both of you kissed repeated.
“Jack, I’m sorry, I never meant those things I was
:Way of the Ninja: 18:Way of the Ninja: 188 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What with the war still going strong, people were panicky and frightened. Ninja left the safety of Konoha's walls, knowing that it was quite possible that they would not return. Those that remained behind had no choice but to wait for their return, hoping that within the village's walls they would remain safe.
How were they supposed to react when it was learned that such a fact was not true?
With the number of missing persons within the village risen to an all new high, tensions were at the verge of reaching the breaking point. Was it possible that one of their own had betrayed them? There were too many questions and not enough answers - with the pressure of war looming on the horizon, the Sandaime took it upon himself to lead the search. After following a few leads the culprit was soon made clear...
Densetsu no Hebi Sannin, Orochimaru.
It was a hard pill to swallow, but the evidence was crystal c
SoarinxDash- Academy NightAcademy NightSoarinxDash- Academy Night2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey newbie, what are you doing out here?”
Her eyes widened and the cyan Pegasus swore she felt hers stomach dropped. Everything that was swirling through her mind suddenly went blank when she heard the voice behind her. Rainbow Dash exhaled deeply, then braved herself as she turned around.
There he was. She knew it was him by the unmistakable voice. “Soarin.”
An unreadable expression gleamed through the colt's green eyes, but as soon as Rainbow Dash turned face-to-face with him, Soarin realized who she was. “It's you,” he then said, and his tone was no longer suspicious and firm. Quite opposite, actually, a wide smile spread across his face. “Rainbow Dash! I should have known you'd be here!”
Now she was positive her stomach dropped. Soarin, co-captain of the Wonderbolts, Soarin, second-in-command under Spitfire, Soarin, one of her idols... he recognized her! Well, she did save his pie back a year ago, and t
More Than Just A Moirail Karkat x Reader PART 2You woke up in your bed on Earth, faint memories of last night on Prospit coming back to you. Okay, maybe only one memory;More Than Just A Moirail Karkat x Reader PART 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
You banged your head on the headboard of your bed a few times, muttering "stupid, stupid, stupid," before finally turning on your lap top and logging onto Pesterchum. It was time to ask Karkat about last night.
--[chumHandle] [cH] started pestering [carcinoGenesist] [cG] at 09:36--
cH: Karkat! Karkat! Karkaaat!
cH: Okay, I have no recollection of last night on Prospit.
cG: THAT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU FUCKING FELL ASLEEP IN MY ARMS!
cH: I- I did?
cG: YES. I HAD TO DRAG YOUR SORRY LITTLE ASS BACK TO BED.
--[chumHandle] [cH] ceased pestering [carcinoGenesist] [cG] at 09:41--
You ended the chat quickly, embaressed by what Karkat had just told you. You had fallen asleep in his arms!
But there was something Karkat wasn't telling you. Something that made the whole night worthwhile. (no, it didn't involve buckets you dirty little