PALLET TOWN MASSACRE - english versionHe had long, my sister had bought different Pokemon from the first generation (red, blue and yellow), but with time and years especially, she left and its various versions stay at home. Thanks to her, I discovered the great games of Pokemon when I was young. From an early age she taught me the different types, the names of Pokemon, places ... she played the red version handed she gave me the blue but the yellow had always been left out (for bought used, it was deep appearance and a red straits cover label of POKEMON the game was in intact inside). I was the only one I cared about this version even though I had never beaten the league. For about 1 year I had not played pokemon yellow. I did not know where I could be or my pokemon team. All I knew was that I beat ''blaine'' champion of fire. I said that replayed yellow Pokemon will remind me of some good old memories of pikachu walking behind me. I had to buy more batteries and my blue was the full version of Pokemon (including 151 withPALLET TOWN MASSACRE - english version2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Never Again- GerEng HetaliaNever Again- GerEng Hetalia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The end was coming and Hitler had known it.
He had ended his own life as the second world war came to the end of it's half-life: it's chemical poisons that drained humanity and tested the fine threads of unity between allies on both sides had come to an end, joining it's four year old elder sibling in the typed pages of history books.
It had been raining a few hours earlier. The cold water droplets clearing away the remaining mess of a Facist hold- the nation on the inside who had suffered in prisons made of their own homes were able to speak and think their own thoughts freely once more and the nations suffering on the outside could set aside their weapons and celebrate in the streets with total strangers bonded to them eternally by blood and by loyalty.
The Allies stood in a row before Germany, whom had been kneeling in the rain for hours that day feeling his own strains cleansed away. His heart is heavy but free now.
"Ludwig" A soft voice calls and he peeks up from his unusually mes
CaressWith ever-so-soft finger traces,Caress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I connect the freckles on your chest,
creating our own constellations
in the new milky ways
that erupt into existence wherever we touch.
Your cool caress across my lips
makes my every nerve awaken,
craving the unknown taste of yours.
But you hold back,
leaving me to longingly breathe you in
like a passing summer breeze.
I savour how you shudder,
a silent sigh of your body
as my hand brushes
the top of your spine,
and the way the little hairs rise
into the glow of the moonlight
that slow-dances in the air above your skin.
I wouldn't mind if the sun forgot to come up.
carouselwe laughed like children high on m&ms,carousel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
danced like we were carousel horses,
and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I tried to take you with me, I'm sorry.
instead I left you breathless,
left you safe, left without you.
I took our footsteps, just in case I
ever needed a way back home.
sometimes, I wonder if I left you
without a safety net.
immatureI am in love with youimmature2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the way that children
are in love:
you appear to me
as every adult appears
to a child:
unendingly generous and honest
and, as must happen
to every child,
I will lose my god:
the slightest human error
will cause you to
mutethings have been easiermute3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without words &
we pretend neither of us care;
laughing and choking
on puns &
when you bend me over nouns
the words are there waiting to be spoken
me . you . love
my dear, we've been mute
for so long
speak to me.
Learning to be Sick Pt. 1"It isn't fair."Learning to be Sick Pt. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nothing in life is fair, Rox."
Roxas wasn't there when it started. He met Axel in the summer, before all of it happened, but spent that year wrapped up in himself, worrying, spending time with his own friends. Axel had buddies, Axel had a house off campus, and Roxas didn't need to worry about him, well into his second year, with Roxas just starting to understand what college was about. He wasn't there until the tiredness got too much, until Axel was nearly arrested for assaulting his ex with a knife, the boy finally pushing too far and forcing through that fragile exterior. Axel had bruises on his arms for days. He didn't bother to hide them, lying in bed, curled into a ball, wincing every time he was touched.
But that's starting too soon.
It began with Axel getting sick, getting mono, so Roxas is told, and that mono never really went away, just stayed, draining him of every fibre of being, every ability to do any
tell a liei. rivers are stronger than oceans despite their sizetell a lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they tumble through sharp mountains
but they never, ever stop
ii. i can rush and pick up sediments
and disperse them where i wish
iii. i'm lying -
i knew you saw it anyway,
there's seaweed in my fingernails
and salt on my breath
"Best-seller"God is the main character in the all-time western best-seller "the Bible"."Best-seller"5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can find the revised version in your local store... even now.
how to be a writergrab a sharpie and paint your nose,how to be a writer2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(yes even under your eyes)
write about them.
adopt a dishonest love for
and showcase it with your speech;
fill it to the brim with references.
especially if you haven't read him
and don't know who he died
listen to music you will never like
to write verses everyone else
make them say yes
when you're writing about saying
glorify your sadness.
it can be innovated
and every chance you get
fall in love with people you
know your parents will hate.
love till you are out of space to
write about the sea
and how it's fucking
write about space and how
the universe is either against you
or with us all in equal
behind your words;
start writing the truth
with your lies.
engulf metaphors in the morning,
find depression a
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 4Chapter Four Still Damage To DoBulletproof Heart Pt. 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There's nothing going through Roxas' head as he trudges home in the rain. He's not deliberately going slow, but he's wincing a little with movement, and he's angry enough that he can pass the pain off as Axel's fault, tell himself that wasn't him up there in that little room, cluttered with the lives of two people, entwined like they're close. He can tell himself that it has nothing to do with jealousy, the idea that other people can cope with living in such close quarters, can be friends, even. The idea that Axel has friends, people who he'll laugh about this with, people he can tell. Roxas has no one; it's not like he can call Naminé up and go 'hey, I just got fucked and I'm feeling lonely, want to hash out all our feelings?', because that would be weird and awful, and she'd just sound upset, tired, and disappointed. Although whether she'd be disappointed that he had waited this long to
No privacy for you, Vaati. Oneshot fanficAt Vaati's Palace of Winds...No privacy for you, Vaati. Oneshot fanfic2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Sorcerer of Winds sighed as he slid into his bathtub full of water and lilac sented bubble bath. It was his own private bath that was connected to his room. He needed to time to finally relax. Vaati's been stressing out too much lately, due to Dark Link and Ghirahim giving him a hard time and making trouble as often as they could around the palace of Winds. Dark Link with his shadow clones and giant bombs. and Ghirahim... well just being creepy by stalking and spying on him, while making creepy comments. Why where they even there? Dark, just being the annoying shadow he is always tagged along with him. As for Ghirahim, well, ever since Vaati met him at that get together party he just wouldn't leave him alone... Creeper. They're both positively obnoxious.
Sighing again, Vaati slid deeper into the water, till the water was up to his nose. His long lavender hair floating above the water around him. He closed his eyes. The steam from the hot water and the
Legend of Zelda, Animal...Animal I Have BecomeLegend of Zelda, Animal...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link ran one hand through the bangs of his hair, brushing it away from his eyes, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. It had been foolish, really, investigating the strange tunnel he had found in Kokori Forest alone. But his curiosity had won over all reason. After wandering along it for a time, he discovered the wooden-like walls around him were now stone, as if he had entered some unknown temple. Sighing, he shook his head a little, looking about him, blue eyes trying to see through the darkness.
A sudden gust of cool air made him shiver. He stood normally, only to have a sharp blast of air whirl around him, increasing so sharply he stumbled about a moment before thudding into the wall again. The air died down, and he gave a sigh of relief, before realizing something. He had no idea which way was out now. Frowning a little, Link took a cautious step away from the wall, and after finding no wind picked up again, starting in one direction, taking
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 1Chapter One - To Be Alone With YouBulletproof Heart Pt. 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The club is loud, and Roxas is wincing a little, unused to the noise. He knows he's uncool everyone else had a fake ID and was out getting drunk for years before they were legal, but he wanted to do this properly. Course, he sort of reckoned that at twenty-one he'd have some friends to get celebrate with, but this has been planned in his brain for three years, since he hit college and failed to look back, and he's not letting the lack of company stop him from living out one of those dreams you have when you're a kid. So he's trying his best not to make a face at the music, trying his best not to sweat he's worn too many layers for the cold outside and not thought about how warm it will be inside. They checked his ID three times before they let him in, and even then there was a look of disbelief. Probably if he had tried getting in on a fake ID a few years go, even with a group of con
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 3Chapter Three The More I Know, The Less I UnderstandBulletproof Heart Pt. 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He doesn't check his phone for days, burying it under the mountain of essays due, but he flinches every time it buzzes. It's never more than once, though, always a text, not a call, even though he tenses every time, waiting for that longer indication that someone's bothering with him, that someone cares. It doesn't come, and he tells himself he's not disappointed, that he's not waiting for Axel to call. When the phone eventually does ring, it's Naminé, bright and cheerful, Kairi adding her two cent's worth from the kitchen, and he can hear the smile in her voice. He tries to join it, but the words won't come, and she ends up hanging up on him, all cheer drained from her voice. He wonders if he's not ruining things for other people, rather than just himself.
It rains for three days, and by the time Roxas gets out of class, he's barely dried off at all, shoving his arms
SleepAxel dangled his feet, staring out at the dark sky.Sleep5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why d'you bother being up this early?"
"It's still late for me."
A hand rested gently in his hair, carding through it slowly, before smacking him lightly.
"You need to sleep."
"Sleep is for the old and the dead," he said, softly, "They're the only ones who know how to appreciate it."
The hand in his hair tightened, briefly, before relaxing, and going back to petting him aimlessly. The sky was gradually lightening, just the clouds beginning to stand out now, white and frail in the dark expanse.
"It's a nice view."
Axel agreed wordlessly, gazing at the surf, watching the crest of each wave reflect a little more light in the gloom.
"I didn't realise the beach was so close."
Sat on the window-ledge, Axel considered the words, leaning back into the hand at the back of his neck, eyes fluttering closed as a thumb rubbed just right.
"I can't sleep." He said at last, voice thick with tiredness.
"Come back to bed."
"I won't sleep."
"Then let m
Legend of Zelda: Old Wounds (Link Fanfic) LEGEND OF ZELDA: SKYWARD SWORD Fanfic~Legend of Zelda: Old Wounds (Link Fanfic)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Throughout Link's entire life, he has always wondered one thing. He was never the type of person to think of "what if's", but there was just one thing that he made an expection for. His parents. He always thought that there was more to the story than what everyone has told him. Something he has always wondered, mostly ever since he found out he was the Hero of Legend, would his parents be proud of him? As he thinks silently about it to himself, Zelda asks him and gets him to open up. Link tells her how he has been thinking about his parents a lot and he thinks there is more to the story of what happened to them, Zelda gets an idea. She takes Link to her Father, Gaepora, and they both ask him for the truth. The whole truth. When he agrees and tells them what truly happened to Link's parents, the truth comes out, old wounds are open, and it changes Link forever.
Characters: Link, Zelda, Gaepora
Rebecca, the Girl Who Skipped Lunch TodayRebecca, the Girl Who Skipped Lunch Today3 years ago in Drama More Like This
PLEASE NOTE: Lucy will always be referred to as Lucy. She will never be called "she". If you see "she" or "her", it's referring to Rebecca, never Lucy. This is done to avoid confusion, as Rebecca is not once referred to by her name.
No one liked her. She didn't even like herself.
Sure, they might've pretended to be happy to see her, pretended to want to talk to her. But she knew they were just doing it out of pity. Even Shaun, sad, lonely Shaun, had mocked her behind her back. She knew it.
So she sat on her computer, losing herself in the depressing songs she listened to over and over again. The lyrics felt perfect for her. They didn't make her feel any better, though. Just made her forget, if only for three minutes.
Desmond came to talk to her once. She jumped at the opportunity, but he just asked about the Animus. Her face didn't change, but inside her heart had collapsed in on itself. No one ever asked her how she was doing.
And she was so lonely. She watched Lu
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 10Chapter Ten Speaking Of Loving You, I DoBulletproof Heart Pt. 104 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When Roxas wakes, Axel is running a gentle hand through his hair and murmuring something, so he doesn't open his eyes just yet, and allows himself to listen.
" so beautiful. And I thought we'd screwed it all up; thought I'd never get another chance, never get to see you like this. And you're so gorgeous, all calm and serene, it's like something I couldn't have lived without, like I'd always have known was missing. I think you're everything I've ever wanted. Even last night I thought I'd blown it; too much flirting, and then coming here, like I was expecting something from you. Like I was asking too much ."
"You're not." Roxas says, and opens his eyes as he presses his lips to Axel's, letting the redhead steal control and roll them over, gently, so Roxas is pressed to the mattress.
"Is this okay?" Axel says, and Roxas realises that despite their compromising position, Axel i
Bulletproof Heart Pt. 7Chapter Seven I Got No ExcuseBulletproof Heart Pt. 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This isn't something Roxas has ever thought about, because when he thinks about sex, he's fairly old-fashioned, and grateful to be getting any at all. No one ever, though, when they have bathroom sex in the movies, seems to factor in the noise of other revellers throwing up, people trying to peer in and watch, people sniggering, the smell of stale urine from those with no aim, and just how unclean the places are. Probably because bathroom sex scenes are shot on film sets, not in filthy student nightclubs halfway through a busy evening. And yes, Riku's drunk and so isn't aware that sharing is caring, and that never seems to happen in the movies, either it's all been a little fast and painful, not enough lube, not enough prep, and right now Roxas just wants it to be over and done with, so he can go back to having a drink without, hopefully, having to face any consequences for his actions. There's a kn
KH Tarot - DeathKH Tarot - Death5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
13 Death The Threshold
We will never be ready to overcome certain thresholds, and yet we will get beyond them anyway.
Axel tries not to, but he can't help himself. He spends less time with Roxas, and more and more in that room with Sora, now in Twilight Town, watching the status bar tick over. At least he no longer has to remember dealing death when he watches the boy sleep. He watches from 89% to 94%, and knows that time is growing short. He stops wasting time, then, takes steps out into the world, takes Roxas out for ice cream, sits with him on the clock tower, just sits with an arm around him, in silence. They both know what's happening, but they can't vocalise it, not yet.
Each night is two-tones of skin sliding over ach other, silence in lamp-light, each of them taking the time to learn the other's body, taking the time they know they haven't got. Sometimes, Axel whispers 'm
InsanityAre you like the others?Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For are you among the ones that point
Their bony fingers and laugh!
Laugh at my inquiring ponders I have
Long thought upon, and confirmed their
Will you call me mad?
Only because I seclude myself from those
How I dare I even speak of them in the Holy
Sanctity of this place!
Now, if what I perceive is to
Be in fact quite the most valid of statements,
Then my inquires you may not hear!
No, for such genius will not bear
Anymore disgrace from those
Who lack my kind of qualities!
For you are not worthy of my wisdom,
Nor being included in my presence!
I beg of you in the most kind of manners,
Do not exclude me from your distant thoughts,
And know that once you have come to appreciate
What my mind has concocted up,
You may return to wallow in the rich vastness
Of the pureness I attempt to
Behold before you!
The Reunion of a Family.It was night.The Reunion of a Family.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Pokemon of the village were all asleep. The square was immersed in the pale beauteous light of the silver moon. It was very peaceful.
But all was not well.
No one was there to see a figure stagger into the square slowly, almost painfully, as though each movement of his limbs caused him insufferable pain. No one could see the look in his eyes, for if they did, they would see the look of a Pokemon who has lost the ones he kept dearly in his heart.
For it was Lucario who finally found his way back to the village after he had been viciously beaten by Fighting Pokemon.
He did not stop, but continued towards the direction past Mother K's closed shop, to where he knew she and her mate Rhydon lived.
Mother K sat upon a large flat rock, gently rocking her baby to sleep. She was quiet, as was Rhydon. Both were thinking of the friends they had who had gone missing after a mysterious attack from an Aerodactyl, though Mother K knew that it had truly been Zoroark in disguise seekin