You Look Familiar Ch 1A/N: Hello There! Thank you very much for reading my story! I'd just like you all to know that this fanfiction will contain many pairings, and I'm going to try to distribute the love to everyone equally! Also, reviews make me suuuuper happy! They encourage me to work faster, and feedback is always appreciated!You Look Familiar Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Also, there's one element to this story that might be hard to grasp. Basically, the characters are existing in a world parallel to the one in Hetalia, where instead of Nations, they're ordinary humans. However, the two worlds are not completely separate from one another. In fact, the worlds are almost exactly the same, the only difference being that there is no such thing as a country personification in the world which this fanfiction takes place. Because of this, the memories from the Nations in one universe sometimes gets mixed up with the memories of the humans in the other universe.
Pairings you can expect: GerIta, PruCan, USUK, Spamano, Rochu, Giripan, FranLux(OC), SuFin,
Fairy Tale - Chapter3: GoldilocksFairy TaleFairy Tale - Chapter3: Goldilocks2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The unlikely band had only walked a short distance down the darkening road before coming up on a third little hut; this one made of bricks. Like the first two, it seemed rather poorly constructed. Each brick, instead of being laid with care and cemented in place, was haphazardly stacked. Matthew thought it looked rather like a set of building blocks he'd had when he was younger. They'd been a gift from his father. As a boy, he'd spent hours constructing towers and knocking them down. From the looks of it, this hut was probably just as easily toppled over as his old toy.
"Our other brother lives there in that house," supplied the brown-tufted pig as they passed the makeshift drive or scraped earth. "He's the eldest of the three of us."
"S-s-suppose we should stop i-in and t-tell him where we're going?" The runty pig chewed at the end of his hooves.
"If he's safe and sound we shouldn't bother him. He'll only get upset if he knows we're-"
ImaginationWhat makes us wander offImagination4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From reality and into a fantasy world
Where everything isn't what it seems
The impossible becomes possible
Far from our world
Is one full of wonder
Characters come to life
In this magical wonderland
Its a special magic
Resting within us
We tap into its power
That resides within the heart
Take a brush
Paint your world
Write a story
Make it come to life
Let your creative side fly free
Make an empty room into a faraway land
Turn your bed into a spaceship
Flying to an alien world
Nothing is impossible
As long as you believe
In the power of your imagination
Don't be afraid to express yourself
Its a special magic
Resting within us
We tap into its power
That resides within the heart
Its a great gift we were born with
Its on the right side of our brains
Right next to the knowledgable side
When were in a jam to solve something
Wanting to escape reality perhaps
All we do is tap into that creative side
For we can overcome obstacles
Using the power
Acquiesce - A Child's Cry Part 4Acquiesce - A Child's Cry Part 41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lucius pulled up the hood of his cloak as he ducked down the dark alley way. He was near the edge of the city, as far away from the palace as possible. He could not risk anyone there overhearing the conversation he was soon to have. “Dronicus!” he hissed into the darkness.
A man, also cloaked, came out of the shadows and lowered his hood. He was a young man, and not a particularly handsome one at that. “I’m here, quit your worrying.” Dronicus said. “Why’d you have to meet all the way out here then? And so late?”
Lucius lowered his own hood. He was a middle aged man with thinning light brown hair and a permanent scowl on his face. “You know very well why.” He hissed. “This is a delicate matter, and there are many open ears around the palace.”
“Well what about Heimdall?” Dronicus asked. “He hears and sees all.”
i was real, oncei.i was real, once1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me once
that dreams never really take flight.
that their gossamer wings splinter into
on the harsh planes of reality,
and as i stretch out my fingers and touch
finger tip to claw tip;
a tenuous grasp with the fragments of
what was once
i think that you were right.
i carve prehistoric, cave man sketches into my skin
and hope and against hope that these dragons and dreams will bear wings
[and together we will shine]
but i just can't win because the universe
match each other step for step, move for move
and the chess pieces of our eternal game shatter
as the knight moves to E3 and claims
the crown of a fallen king.
[together we'll illuminate a world]
i heard you speak but i pretended to hear only
the rush of passing memory as you asked
"Why won't you love me?"
[it's can't not won't]
the only question that ever really mattered
and i turn and wonder when my world became
saturated with thoughts as du
Rising From the LakeCapricious undine of the sacred blue deepRising From the Lake2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sword of a king she is meant to keep
Spirit of the lake, nymph of the water
Lady of Avalon, sacred isle's daughter
Seductress of Merlin, binding him to stone
Sorceress, enchantress; the waves are her home
Purest of springs to feed the darkest of depths
Where Arthur's living weapon once again is kept
To offer a ruler an icy blade
Comes from the waters this treacherous maid
Beautiful and budding, stoic without smile
Again she does lie, time passing all the while
As the Bear-Named does sleep in a mountainous tomb
So does the Isle sleep, and in the lake's womb
The next of Nimue will twice rise, again
And offer the glorious blade then
Welsh or French, Germanic or Anglo-Saxon
Whether in the heat of battle or at a rusty axe-end
The time will come for the Lady to reform
Out from the water as a spring rain does pour
And once again, shall our great King
Arthur Pendragon, with a Grail which we sing;
And to and f
SilenceSometimes, silence isSilence3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So much louder than voices
As it screams the truth
Sherlock's VivariumJohn Watson and Gregory Lestrade were a dangerous combination sober. Drunk, they were enough to drive even Sherlock Holmes out of his own flat. There was a football match on that afternoon and as goals were made, alcohol was consumed, and by half-time, Sherlock was grabbing his belstaff and silently leaving them to their slight drunkenness in a whisk of black and bright blue. He could care less about sports, and didn’t have the desire to start now. “Going out, Sherlock?” Mrs. Hudson said, coming out of her small kitchen to water the plants by the front door.Sherlock's Vivarium1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Just getting some fresh air. Maybe visit the morgue for a bit.” He turned to glare at the stairs when the two men in the living room started cheering loudly.
Mrs. Hudson chuckled a little. “Only you would constitute a morgue as ‘fresh air’. But if you didn’t, I guess you wouldn’t be Sherlock, would you? The rest of us will never know what goes on in that funny little head
Avengers - Loki's redemption-Chapter Twenty ThreeChapter Twenty-ThreeAvengers - Loki's redemption-Chapter Twenty Three2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Captain and Natasha had already organised the NYPD to form a protective cordon around the Tower as they raced back. Someone was after the Tesseract and, with communciations down, they couldn't be sure who.
"Who has attacked the Tower?" yelled Thor as they met up outside.
"Don't know. The robots have been stopped though, Loki's app worked first time."
Thor looked smugly at Sif before running into the building.
"Running towards danger again Volstagg!"
"Aye Fandral. Smile Hogun, we're almost there!"
Hogun raised his mace and grinned.
Erik suppressed a cry as Loki materialised next to him, resplendant in armour but deathly pale. Loki sank down, grabbing the table in front of him.
"Where did you go?"
"Fury. S.H.I.E.L.D. Thanos. Thanos is dead." Loki closed his eyes. He needed time and didn't have it.
He would have enough magic for one strike, if that.
"There is no power to Jarvis, Loki. The
Light of the MoonI close my eyes, the touch of your fingersLight of the Moon2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Through monochrome the memory lingers
Into your hands I'm resting the pain inside me
I clear my mind, of this unforgivingness.
All of my scars, and all it's traces
You and me, I see
A dream of blind destiny
And it's into your arms I'm melting
And it's the first time I've ever felt like this
You are the hand that's dealt me
The tempter sealing my fate
With a kiss
And in a flash, the stars align
I search beyond the words, wanting a sign
But lost inside your eyes
Lies become clearer to see
They tell a different story
So take the reins and don't let go
I want this pain to scar deep, for I know
All our past recieves healing, with memories concealing,
We cry to the light of the moon.
This night's become a wonderful haven
And in my heart, it's what I've craven.
Addicted to this sea.
I've even lost the need to breathe.
And it's out of my life, you're fading.
And it's the warmth of your arms I still desire.
Stuck all alone, I'm praying
to never share m
Goodness - A Child's Cry Part 3Goodness - A Child's Cry Part 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
IN THE HALL OF ASGARD
“And Loki cares for this child?” Odin asked, leaning back into his seat.
Thor nodded. “He will not admit it and he tries very hard to hide it, but I can see that he is different around her. He is gentle and caring – not to mention that he has spent nearly every waking moment by her side.”
“And this child – Caedra, you said her name was – she cares for Loki?"
Thor nodded again. “But that is understandable given the circumstances. She is a young, frightened child and he was the first to find her.” He paused. “What should I do, father?”
Odin sighed deeply. No longer was he king and still he practically giving orders. “It is not my place to tell you what you must do, Thor.” He answered. “I can only give my opinion.”
“Then I would be grateful to hear it.” Thor replied.
Consequence - A Child's Cry Part 6Consequence - A Child's Cry Part 61 year ago in Drama More Like This
After the moment of initial shock was gone, Loki’s calculative mind began running through every possible scenario. Who would have taken Caedra? Who could have taken Caedra? Not just anyone could have access to the gardens. And wouldn’t someone have seen her? Then Loki remembered. Sif. He had left Caedra with Sif. So where was she? He looked around again, though he knew he would find nothing else. There was no trace of the warrior maiden anywhere.
The thought went through his mind that this was somehow Sif’s doing. He hoped it wasn’t true – not because he cared for her, but because it would mean that she had played him. For the sake of his pride it couldn’t be true. But even then it didn’t make sense for Sif to have done this. She would never do anything to harm Caedra. Besides, if she had wanted to take Caedra away from him, all she would have needed to do was go to Thor. No, Loki confirmed in his mind, this was not
406when I opened my eyes,4062 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything had changed.
people smiled & laughed &
they looked through me
as 1 looks through a
stained glass window.
my eyes were raw,
my skin was shiny & new.
and I was no longer needed
but I was wanted
& that was my happiness.
A Whiter Shade of Pale I went to Charonton to live with my Uncle Malcort when I was orphaned at the age of seven; Mother went mad and disembowelled Father with a pair of pruning shears before throwing herself into a bath-tub filled with live vipers---so as you can imagine, my state of mind was somewhat delicate...I have no doubt it was rather awkward for Malcort Craveloft, a life-long bachelor, to have to take in such a twitchy, neurotic youth, but he was my sole remaining relative above ground and vice-versa.A Whiter Shade of Pale4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Professor Craveloft was the Head Librarian at Charonton College, and in spite of the appalling manner in which I'd been orphaned, I must confess to a thrill of anticipation when I arrived on the venerable campus and was shown into the Library where my uncle was working. From earliest childhood, I have loved books--now here I was, surrounded by thousands of them! I slipped away from the chauffeur who had brought me and vanishe
The DragonRoar, o child of wind and fireThe Dragon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spread thy wings, soar ever higher
Thine enemy clasped within death's jaws
By sulfrous breath, sharp fangs and claws
A hide of gem-bright gleaming scales
Wings unfold like living sails
All heed to the mighty dragon's call
Before thy might, the world doth fall
Eyes filled with terror, they flee thy wrath
And e're to follow fear's dark path
A thousand years, mere blink of thine eye
Kings rise and fall as time flies by
Destroyer of empires past
Against you, no power is vast
Harbinger of death and raging war
Almighty, worshipped and abhorred
Yet slowly, thine strength begins to wane
Like blazing fire 'neath the rain
Alone, you lie within treasures won
Thy heart as dark as deadened sun
Shall they forget you, forsake their fear?
Leave you to die, abandoned here?
Cursed one, to fade from all memories
Vanished, thy pain to never ease
A world renewed, exchanged for the lost
Yet none alive know of the cost
They shall never hear the dragon's roar
Erased by time fore
Gentleness - A Child's Cry Part 17Gentleness - A Child's Cry Part 171 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Loki took Caedra through the palace, weaving his way through the dark and empty halls until he came upon an empty room. He pushed the door open far enough to slip through, trying to make as little noise as possible.
The room was small for a bed chamber, and resembled that of one of the healer’s quarters. Sif glanced around skeptically. “Where are we?” she inquired, forgetting to keep her voice low.
Loki glared at her, his eyes darting to the partially opened door. He gently set Caedra on the bed and unwrapped his coat from around her, covering her with a warm blanket. He brushed her hair out of her face, his eyes searching as he listened closely to her breathing. Though still shallow, it was not as weak as before.
“We’re near the healers’ quarters,” Loki answered, glancing back at Sif, who had moved to shut the door completely. “After battles or whenever there was an excess of wounded, they would use these rooms to tend to
Disseverance - A Child's Cry Part 8Disseverance - A Child's Cry Part 81 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Loki stood on the balcony adjoining his chambers, gazing out across the city with a grave expression. It was as beautiful a day as possible in Asgard, but he did not seem to notice. He didn’t seem to notice anything, for his mind was only focused on one thing – Caedra. What had become of her and Sif? Thor had set out after them the prior evening and if all had gone well he should have already returned. But he was not back yet, which only left Loki to wonder what had happened. Not knowing was driving him mad.
He fingered a piece of fruit between his slender fingers before releasing it to fall to the ground far below. He’d not had much of an appetite since he had been locked in his room. Loki pulled another grape of the vine and let it fall. Grapes were Caedra’s favorite sort of fruit. The child would eagerly eat any she was given, at any time. Loki could only give a faint smile at remembering. He missed her dearly.
“Loki?” he heard Frigga
Reunited - A Child's Cry Part 21 [END]Reunited - A Child's Cry Part 21 [END]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“The difference between grace and mercy is simple.
Mercy is not getting what you deserve, and grace is getting
What you do not deserve.”
As Loki walked around the palace, he made his way to the gardens. He still couldn’t believe that Thor had simply let him go without a punishment. Yes, he had sentenced Loki to imprisonment in the palace, but it was no different from what his life had been before he’d escaped to Jotunheim. There was no added stipulation, there was no privilege removed. Nothing had changed.
He continued to walk, lost in his thoughts, until he heard someone come up beside him. Glancing over his shoulder he saw that it was Frigga.
“May I join you?” she asked.
Loki nodded. “Of course,” he replied, and the two continued to stroll through the variety of trees and flowers.
“I am pleased with Thor’s d
Silence - A Child's Cry Part 1Silence - A Child's Cry Part 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been a bloody battle, to say the least. Countless soldiers from each side had been killed all over the palace. The chance of finding survivors among the carnage was unlikely at this point, but soldiers were still sent out to search. The people still wanted the hope that all had not been lost.
Hope. It was such a weak sentiment. What good was hope in a time like this? Hope would not get them anywhere with retaliation. Revenge, anger, that was all one needed. But Thor is ever hopeful…and pathetic.
Loki strolled down what was once a grand hall in the palace, taking little notice of the desolation around him. He had wanted, no needed, to get away from the screaming and crying of those who had survived. Their screams were aggravating to him. It probably would not have bothered him so much if he had caused their screams…
In the silence he looked around, trying to remember how the palace looked before the attack. Even he had trouble remembering what it onc
Her Tainted Lips...Her Tainted Lips...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beware the darksome maid, Shavaughn,
Who stalks barefoot across the lawn
From her cold dark-veinéd marble tomb
To gnaw your soul and seal your doom...
She casts her spells of madness wild,
This strange and lovely woman-child
Whose long dark tresses and pale skin
Conceal the horrors that lurk within...
Her tainted lips part in such a smile
That would make Van Helsing run a mile--
O, linger not! Beware her eyes!
In love and dread her victim dies
As her impish laugh rings through the night
In macabre, wicked, pure delight...
To Be An Artist...What is it to be an artist really? Is it just producing pieces? Is it your marketability as an artist? Is it the skill? The technique? The expression? I feel a little awkward to proclaim I am one and flattered that a lot acknowledge me as one even though I could only really feature 4 of my works in my gallery.To Be An Artist...2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But this question has been bugging me as I, having been a fan of realism, am kind of stuck with realistic portraits and human figures albeit also appreciates abstract and photography. For me Realism is somewhere between the two. It is not realistic as photography but still more visually concrete than abstract. With this mindset, to be an artist, I acknowledge that I have a long way to go.
My boyfriend for me is an artist but his carefree life had allowed him to experience a lot more than what most of us perceive as an artist. If he is asked what he studied and will continue to study, he would say 'life'. He painted when he was a kid and held exhibits when he was 12. He is from Ca
My White CanvasMy White Canvas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flames may burn creating light,
Yet shadows linger in the night.
If two were to become one what shall that be?
A new beginning or end of what is not to be.
Two opposites should not collide,
Formulating the next great tide.
If hot were to be cold, no one would be told;
For when there is grand change, the wind, it barely whispers to and fro;
Always there, always listening, but never communicating.
Confusion and disarrays are all you've created.
Thanks for my new enigma.
For once was sweet has turned bad;
My once white canvas stained red.
Dare to cross where you once have tread?
BLOOD ON THE BEACH...BLOOD ON THE BEACH...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was back around 1956 or so,
When an upcoming actress, Marlyn Devereaux,
Was shooting a film called "Beach Blonde Bambina"--
It sounds pretty cheesy, such crappy patina!
Marlyn was a hottie, with wavy hair golden,
Her lips full and luscious, her bosom upholden
By a fetching pink polka-dot torpedo bikini--
Marlyn thought it was rather too teeny!
The director yelled "ACTION!"--Marlyn skipped on the shore,
Where her co-star was waiting, handsome Robert Yore,
Leaning on a surfboard with a big stupid grin---
Just then something dreadful started to begin!
A huge slimy tentacle, massive and dark,
Shot out of the water as fast as a shark--
It wrapped around Robert and started to squeeze:
Yore tried to scream "HELP!" but he could barely wheeze!
Several more tentacles lashed through the air,
One grabbed Robert's head by his shock of black hair
And tore all the skin off his scalp and his face--
It was gruesome, blood splattered all over the place!
The director was screaming, the cameraman faint