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,
The Christmas Pantomime Ch9About an hour later, the two teenagers were laying on gilberts bedroom floor, abandoned pizza boxes and coke bottles surrounding them both. Gil was just glad that Matthew was smiling again, trying not to gaze at him quite so much as he told him about something...in all honesty Matthew could be reading him the dictionary and the German would still think it was awesome.The Christmas Pantomime Ch93 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Gil...why is your bedroom in the basement? Doesn't it get cold down here?" Matthew asked, looking around him with mild interest
The other had been waiting for that question, grinning a little as he explained: "well, Vati got sick of all the noise I was making, and Luddy got sick of sharing a room. So my Awesome self got moved down here! And I can be as loud as I like, cos there's two floors between me and the others. And yeah, it gets cold..." gilbert shrugged, "but I guess that's why blankets were invented right?"
Matthew nodded, looking up at the small window in the ceiling "I guess so...and it makes sense..." he smile
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
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
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.The girl in the pond2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she had been so carelessly abandoned.
It was my duty to remember her.
I took the memory of her and stuffed it away
for safe keeping
The rest was just a shell
now empty and soon decayed.
Then I left
leaving only the pond behind to swallow its secrets.
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
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 Dragon3 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
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
Clockpunk and a buried wishYour clockwork is damaged,Clockpunk and a buried wish4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
your wings stopped to work
I watch you falling
your hair drowned in the air
and I shiver
the crafter's betrayal
I can't understand
so you fall from Eden
to devil beneath and
I hope that my porcellain
I wish I could reset
the clocks in your chest
to make this not happen
to make us both happy
but I see the shards
and I start to gather
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
Acquiesce - A Child's Cry Part 4Acquiesce - A Child's Cry Part 42 years 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.”
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
Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.
Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.
Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that they will only listen so that they are able to compare
Our circumstances, even though we know life is made to be unfair.
That is why when the mighty fall, we all avidly stand by and stare.
There are a lot of fine details forgotten in the final figure.
There are a lot of surreal strokes painted into this picture.
There are a lot of what if's and maybes to con
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashThree in Five Minutes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
ProofSometimes I sleep with my hand on my heart,Proof4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Often I'll rest with my thumb on my wrist.
With eyes fixed hollow and still in the dark,
I feel the fact that I exist.
The tireless rhythm of being alive
Echoes on my hand and thumb.
A single touch, to which I derive
This sense and fact, yet still I'm numb.
The persistent pulse of blood so steady
Is soothing in its resonance.
And while what this proves, I know already,
It's nice to have some evidence.