Bones X Reader - Flesh and Bones (Chapter Four)Before the evening meet around the fire, Scotty offered to take you on a full tour of the facility. You were extremely grateful for the tour; although the camp was remarkably well hidden, it was also extraordinarily large. The camp was set out pretty much like a rectangle: the medic quarters was at the north of the camp, just a ten minute walk from the fire. There were two towering piles of debris; the North West debris pile and the south west debris pile (so fantastically named by Scotty) and between the two, directly west of the campfire, was the tent in which you'd met TJ, Ruben and Clark. There were two tents to the south - one which held supplies, rations, weapons etc., and another for general sleeping arrangements. The east of the camp was home to an enormous tent that seemed as if it was barely still standing- the sheets were so worn and ripped that there was barely any coverage, and any slight gust of wind had the entire structure waving from side to side,Bones X Reader - Flesh and Bones (Chapter Four)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“This is where
Everybody ElseVriska Serket can tell you why she sucks better than anyone else can.Everybody Else2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The people she can barely call her friends anymore tell her she’s a bitch, and she knows it’s true. It’s true that troll society has shaped her life. Her society has taught her that only the strong survive, that it’s a hoofbeast-eat-hoofbest world, and she knows that it’s true. But nobody else seems to accept it as readily as she does. Despite the norms of society, other trolls have a problem with killing.
But not Vriska Serket.
She supposes it’s because she’s had to kill practically from the day she was first hatched to feed her lusus. It’s never been hard for her. She’s used to it, and because she FLARPs, it’s even fun for her. She guesses that’s why her friends are all afraid of her.
Or it could be because she crippled Tavros as part of the game. Maybe because she blinded the person she’d considered her closest friend. Hey, all
i am an artist.I may not have the best skills,i am an artist.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be the most well known,
I may not have the most expensive materials
I am an artist.
Face on the WallLove, anger, blood, or a rose bedFace on the Wall3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A path of stardom upon which chosens tread.
Danger of a poisonous apple to be fed
to an uncrowned beauty whose lips tell a tale unsaid.
The wall inside his head,
With imagination it is all set to be painted.
Imagination lit by the color-Red.
The depths of the ocean that can never be seen through
An open mind like the limitless sky, flying in freedom found new.
Of the beauty that lies in her eyes, she had no clue.
The wall inside his head ready to be born anew,
to unravel the mysteries that it held-the color blue.
Darkness, negativity, engulfed the sad sack.
So lonely, no one to catch her when she falls back.
But there is another face to this, that should not be held back.
Elegance, simplicity and beauty in those locks of hair falling on her bare back.
The wall inside his head says, "Explore! Experiment, with the most versatile of all" -the color black.
Peace, purity, everything that is right.
The moon in the night, pearls and diamonds sparkling in sunl
Cavities1. One 23 foot length of intestine. Only one small knot in the system. £3006. Free shipping.Cavities3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
The Black Parade (Homestuck version): The EndCHAPTER ONE: THE ENDThe Black Parade (Homestuck version): The End3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
HOSPITAL ROOM B612. NOW.
This was the message Karkat Vantas, age 17, sent to all his acquaintances at precisely 7 o'clock. His palms sweated as he patiently waited for any replies. The hospital room, in which he was assigned, was mostly white; white bed and bed sheets, white walls, white tiled floors. He was even wearing a white hospital gown, which made his already pale skin look paler and contrasted with his jet black hair. His eyes were naturally a bright shade of red, though most people accuse him of wearing colored contacts, and were underlined with dark skin caused from his insomnia. A necklace, the zodiac sign for Cancer, hung around his neck, glittering in the pale light of the room. He fumbled around with a small porcelain crab his father gave him before he had been murdered, fearing for the near future. On this fateful Saturday, he had to tell his friends, no matter how heart-crushing or how ironic it was: he had cancer.
The first to arrive, more like spr
Deep Waters: Mertroll!Cronus x ReaderIn.Deep Waters: Mertroll!Cronus x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The tide pulled at my body, its influence felt in my very core. My eyes were closed to the clear starry sky. Body completely relaxed as I floated on my back, the cool water moving around me was the focus of attention. The steady sound of waves breaking on the distant shore calmed me like nothing else. Sighing contently, I let the ocean take me wherever it wanted.
Amethyst eyes flashed open. Okay, so maybe I was closer to shore than I had thought.
Grumbling curses under my breath, I rubbed at the new bump forming on my skull. I grabbed onto the offending flat rock that had gotten in my way and pulled myself up.
The mainland of Italy stretched before me. Miles away torch lights twinkled from the landweller homes. The dark forest surrounding the small village gave way to a sliver of white sand. Hills in the background rose from the earth like a dragon curled around its treasure. Moonlight shone off the waves.
The beauty betrayed a deadly sec
Partners: Mission I part IIPartners: Mission I part II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning: this fan-fic contains Creed related material. Side effects of reading may cause: Homophobia, Agatephobia, Astraphobia, Maniaphobia, or Dementphobia
His target screamed and cried, begging him to spare his life. Train fired. "Pathetic" he said. What kind of full-grown man cries? That's just pathetic, Train thought.
"Yes, He certainly was a pathetic piece of trash," laughed Creed, "just waiting to be disposed of." Train rolled his eyes. Creed always misinterpreted what Train meant, interpreting whatever Train said to fit his own twisted logic. Train didn't even bother to correct him. He didn't want to get him started. Once Creed starts talking there is no stopping him.
"That was marve-" Creed began.
"Shut up" Train snapped, abruptly cutting off Creed.
"I thought I said 'shut up', why are you still talking?" Tra
Elementary, My Dear Lewis: Part 5Title: Elementary, My Dear LewisElementary, My Dear Lewis: Part 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fandom: Lewis (Inspector Lewis)
Pairing: Lewis/Hathaway, eventually
Sleep eluded Lewis. Every time his eyes closed, unpleasant scenarios began to play against his lids like a bad film, most ending in either harassment charges being brought against him or being forced to take early retirement. He threw the duvet from him in disgust as the clock clicked to 3am. If he was going to leave the force, he might as well get as much work done until then. Grimacing as the bathroom light flickered to life, Lewis gritted his teeth at the reflection in the mirror. Droopy, worn, old. He scrubbed his face with the palm of his hand miserably. What a fool he was.
It was nearly 10 before Hathaway crept across the office threshold, bearing two cups of coffee before him like tiny shields. Lewis forced himself to look up from the file in his hands, taking the beverage with a quiet thank you. He received a silent nod before his partner sat,
This is a poemThis is a poem.This is a poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to make you think.
Can you feel the love,
or the hate, or even the fear,
in this poem?
This is a poem,
with a simple repeating line
that is just meant
to make you think.
Love's Not Fair - Chapter One==== > Be the PrinceLove's Not Fair - Chapter One4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are the young prince of the Kingdom of Breath. An odd name for a kingdom, yes, but you weren't the one who named it, you just live in it. You have a twin sister, as well, a princess who you believe is far more suited to the task of ruling this country than you are, but for some silly reason, everyone you happen across appears to believe that's what you'll be doing. You don't know the first thing about ruling a country, considering the fact that you're currently only eight years old, so you really have no idea why everyone expects such an impossible task of you.
Right now you're at a court ball, the first one you and your sister have been allowed to attend. Usually the two of you would stay up late at night, straining to listen to the beautiful music that would echo through the castle, but not tonight. No, this night, your father is showing off his darling heirs to the other kingdoms. Ambassadors and even other royals litter the grand hall where the ba
confessionalthey say sad girls change their hair colorconfessional3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forgive their monsters.
i change my morals
and become one.
The last bar in the MojaveClouds arrive at the paceThe last bar in the Mojave4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of oxen, stopping to drink
at the misshapen TV dish
picking up NASA signals.
The petrified cactus
near a humming Wurlitzer
says nothing. Lost travellers
stare at it by the bar,
hoping it might show them
the way, the bubbles in their
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
not noticing the clouds glowing
like lightbulbs with their electricity
and the entire desert moving
closer, ready to circle like moths.
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Winter can never reach SpringSpringWinter can never reach Spring4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Forever there to bring a stop to the cold
Scent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicating
Always wanted, always wished for
Always wished away
Tries to hold on, tries to steal the warmth
Always whisked away by the warmth of Spring
But always there
Wanting what it can't have
Grasping what can't be reached
A weapon in the night
A shield in the light
Always so near
But always destined to be apart
The BridgeThe Bridge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
-this windowpane loneliness-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Marlboro MeteorologyI can always predict the weather given how my morning cigarette goes. If it tastes like cardboard or an old apple, it will rain hard in the late afternoon. If burns the back of my nose, it will be cloudy all day. If I get a toothache it means hail and anything blowing up into my eyes means hot, humid, and sunny. My great grandmother had the same talent. If her back itched it meant snow, if her neck hurt it meant midnight rains had come and gone. Some things must jump generations.Marlboro Meteorology5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking at our flowerbed, you'd think it was snowing in July. The kid above me would chain smoke and scream language learning dialogues at his computer, tossing ashes out the window in a steady, Vesuvian stream. The land lady would always leave a filter or two as her treat when she'd leave notices for the rent crammed into door frames and mailboxes. And of course I carried my own weight, poisoni
WHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMEDWHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMED3 years ago in Settings More Like This
WHY ITS GOOD SOME VILLAINS GOT REFORMED AND WHY ITS GOOD SOME OTHERS DID NOT.
I think this whole "Freak out"-thing the Community is having right now about the Return and Reformation of some Villains in the Show is a bit exaggerated...
Just because three villains became good, doesn't mean they are going to reform EVERY kind of villain now.
Night Mare Moon had to turn back to normal because she is the Royal Princess of the Night, Celestias Sister. And even if Celestia could have continue bringing Day and Night by herself, Equestria needs to stay in balance with the two of them. Everybody loves Luna and the first episode would have been weird if they just KILLED Night Mare Moon. But Luna is not the point because nobody ever compared about her Transformation. But still, Luna is also a Villain who got reformed.
Trixies return was already planned after her very first Episode and for me her return was nothing surprising because she didn't really learn her lesson the las
YouYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.