Ib's Lullaby [Draft]Ib's Lullaby [Draft]1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[In the early afternoon, under a gray sky, Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery.
"Did you remember everything, Ib?
Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?
Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!]
Come, let us play a game
No adults will ever know
That you disappeared
To our little show
Come into the portal
Many friends are waiting
For you to arrive
To a world of paintings
Just take a step
Into the deep Abyss
You'll be fine, just trust me
We promise that you won't be missed
Keep your rose close to you
5 petals, see?
Each one that's pulled off
Represents an injury
Don't get too close to the walls
Don't break the mannequins
Each holds many consequences
Make sure you don't lose your senses
Come, let us play a game
A game which will risk your life
Three you will hold
Don't fill them with strife
Such a colorful world
For you all to explore
Don't get lost in it
Just keep walking forward
Find the key and
Quickly head for home
Garry x Reader [Ib] (4/5)"Perhaps we should think about getting home," Garry muttered, raking a hand through his violet hair. "I mean, it is rather spooky here."Garry x Reader [Ib] (4/5)5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I agree," [Your Name] let out a soft sigh. "It's so dark... and dull..."
"Did you live far away from the art gallery?" He looked upwards, his eyes sparking with curiosity. "Or do you live far away?"
"I live about an hour's drive away from the gallery..."
"Oh? Really? I guess that's not too far away."
"No, it's not."
"I guess I could come and visit you sometime, if you wouldn't mind."
"Oh? N-No! I wouldn't mind!"
"I was kind of hoping you'd say that!"
Both people laughed -or giggled rather-, their faces flushed red. "How do you think we're going to get home?" [Your Name] stopped mid-laugh. "I mean... We have no idea how we got IN in the first place."
"Surely we'd find a way. If we could just get back to were we star-"
"How's that possible? The doors just keep closing and locking as soon as we step foot inside the rooms!"
"[Your Name]," Garry said ster
Garry x Reader [Ib] (2/5)"What's wrong Garry?"Garry x Reader [Ib] (2/5)9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garry shuddered, pushing his body further into the wall. He didn't answer, and stared at blackness through his tightly shut eyes.
"Garry?" You questioned, taking a step closer to the tall male. "Are you okay?" You asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to him to try and reaasure him.
"T-The dolls," Garry whispered. "I swear... They're w-watching me."
"Then they're watching the both of us," You smiled brightly when Garry opened one eye to stare at you with disbelief. "I h-hate it here," Gary gulped.
"I do too. But we have to get through this! I don't know about you, but I really want to go home..."
Gary hesitantly stepped away from the wall, making sure to stand close to you. "I do too," he sighed. You smiled warmly at him, before starting towards a painting at the end of the room. "Ah... this is weird," you frowned.
Garry also looked at the painting, and he stared in confusion as he noticed it was completely blank. "Does it have a title
Garry x Reader [Ib] (3/5)"Garry?"Garry x Reader [Ib] (3/5)9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence followed, with no other sound apart from your own, heavy breathing. The dark still hung around the air, but your eyes had mostly adjusted to it.
"G-Garry?" You gulped, nervous. Why wasn't he responding? "Garry!" This time, your words were more urgent - more panicked.
Okay. This dark was horrible. It was time to find a damned lightswitch.
Letting your hands roam about the walls, searching blindly within the darkened room - or whatever it was you were in, you started to panick even more. Your fingers seemed to be lost within this endless darkness, and your heart was thumping wildly against your ribcage.
Finally, a small, plastic-feeling object was felt beneath your fingertips. Giving it one last check over, you decided that it was indeed a lightswitch. A smile graced your lips as you flicked it, the room suddenly being engulfed by the bright, heavenly light.
You had to momentarily shield your eyes as it was far to bright to handle, but after a moment or so, you let your
Promises Of Midnight Macaroons "I have to see you again."Promises Of Midnight Macaroons2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My footsteps echoed through the corridor that was bathed with a mix of a soft violet and a powerful royal blue.
Where am I? I mused as I continued.
A hand rested softly on my shoulders as we walked.
Who is that? I wondered in my thoughts.
A red rose was clutched in my small hands protectively, its soft velvet petals letting off some sort of mellow glow.
I turned around but nobody was there, meaning I was alone in the corridor. I began walking again, back to where I was headed.
Where am I going? I thought to myself silently.
The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound was my footsteps as I walked. I felt the hand resting on my shoulder but knew there was no one there.
"The rose "
I stopped walking and felt the sudden urge to turn around. Not being able to resist the temptation, I slowly turned and something caught my eye. A full and beautiful blue rose
Promise- Ib/Garry fanfictionIb shot up breathing hard and fastalmost to the point of hyperventilation. Her heart pounded in her chest and felt as if it was going to burst. Cold sweat dampened her face like morning due on grass, her hands clenched tightly, making my knuckles whiteit almost looked as if the bone was ready to burst through the skin. Franticly, her widened eyes searched the unfamiliar room at such a speed her brain couldn't comprehend anything within the room. Her entire body shook violently fearing this unknown place. A dizzy sensation fell over her, she almost felt like she was going to vomit or pass out again.Promise- Ib/Garry fanfiction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning Ib, how are you feeling?"
Ib inhaled sharply, the voice had startled her. Her body froze as her eyes searched for the man who spoke. It was GarryOh thank heavens! Something familiar in this dreadful, mysterious place! She saw him peer out from behind a bookshelf before walking over to her. A gentle smile played on his lips as he kneeled down in front of her. She tr
Garry x Reader [Ib] (1/5)"Wow... this place is getting creepier by the second," Garry shivered, his violet hair shaking as he twitched due to nervousness.Garry x Reader [Ib] (1/5)9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wrapping his arms around his chest, he glanced around the semi-dark hallways.
The hall was pretty much empty - save for the small table with a vase, and a few paintings that were hung on the grey walls.
"Ahah!" His eyes lit up as he strode quickly over to the vase, pulling out the wilting blue rose from his pocket. He swiftly dropped the rose into the vase, almost instantly feeling refreshed. "Damn paintings," he murmured. "If only they'd stop trying to kill me, then I may start to feel better about this place."
Silence followed, and Garry face palmed. "And...now I'm talking to myself," he spoke, his voice muffled by his hand.
"Is someone there?"
Garry whipped his head round, eyes wide and alert. Did he really just hear another person's voice!? Winding his slender fingers around the rose's stem, he pulled it back out of the vase and tucked it b
Fabricated WorldFabricated World1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's dark here
And I'm wandering
Through coloured halls with eyes that follow me
And all these sudden wounds are crippling me
But in front of my eyes a figure begins shifting
Crimson moves, could I possibly be dreaming?
As I feel my body entangled in thorns
And I collapse within a nightmare of fabricated beauty
My eyes decieve me
A child calls out to me
And a colorful world erupts around my memory
What sort of twisted mind could create a world so cruel and fascinating?
In which dazzling monsters bargain for each other's souls
Where blood runs like acrylic paint
And heavy hearts drag behind jealous smiles
My hands are shaking
As I hold them out to you
Escape with me, I promised that I'd rescue you
But outside of this strange dream
Would you even remember me?
I suppose you'll just have to take my hand and see
Liebesleid Chapter 7 (Ib fanfiction)"..I can't believe this..." Garry and Guertena stared at the easel as Ib rose, the second sonata in her hands. Guertena's eyes were wide and disbelieving. "She...I mean, I had high expectations for her, but...to peacefully subdue Mary...I didn't see that coming."Liebesleid Chapter 7 (Ib fanfiction)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garry remained silent, his eyes tracing Ib's features.
So much pain...it had taken all his strength to crawl away from that wretched blue woman, but his rose-
Dimly, he thought he sensed a presence. Gentle, small fingers pried the key away from his hand, and footsteps retreated. A few moments later, his vision cleared.
Standing in front of him was a little girl. Out of fear that she was an enemy, he leaped backwards; but then he calmed down and peered at the petite figure standing in front of him with a bewildered
Whether it was the fact that she was the first friendly face he had seen since entering the gallery, or the fact that she looked tiny and vulnerable, his heart instinctively reached out to her.
Puppet (Mary's theme) - Ib lyricsWelcome to my world that's painted with sadnessPuppet (Mary's theme) - Ib lyrics1 year 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
[IB] Mary's Theme [English Lyrics]Just one time, I want to feel sunlight on me[IB] Mary's Theme [English Lyrics]1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I want to be embraced in a sweet fantasy
Just one time I want to see that outside place
I want to escape this world he made
I know that there is but one way to get away
Even so, I will stop at nothing to get out
I know that there is but one way to escape
And this pallete knife will cause your pained shouts
I will do what is best; I will decieve you
I will certainly lead your friend to his doom
But know that I only want to be with you
So please help me get out of here soon
If it comes to it, I'll make you an offer
This red rose for the blue; you can protect her
Yes; I'll pick it apart, your wounds get greater
Until, finally, you can take it no more
Ib, you and I are the greatest of friends
So let us be together until the world ends
Though I have hurt you, those wounds will all mend
And I swear I'll never hurt you again
So please forgive me; we will become siblings
Though they'll have to vanish; those silly memories
Liebesleid Chapter 5 (Ib fanfiction)It's so dark...so very dark. He knows for sure he's dead, but he can still hear the beating of his concrete heart against his steel ribs, taut skin stretched across metal framework.Liebesleid Chapter 5 (Ib fanfiction)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She's not here. The darkness slides away as he blinks with non-existent eyelids and sucks in a breath with quicksand-filled lungs.
This world is empty. There is no Ivonne waiting for him with open arms and a warm smile. Nothing but blankness, miles and miles of empty, empty loneliness.
It's too much.
The realization that he is forever trapped in a cage of his own design- he can only watch numbly as he sinks to his iron knees, acidic tears burning holes into his eyes, his hands.
Over the endless decades, he gets accustomed to it. Watching as his artwork takes on a life of its own, devouring people, spitting them back out if they are indigestible.
Behind carnivorous, candy-colored bars consisting of mannequins and lady fingers, he can only dream pointlessly.
Until they arrive. A tiny, crimso
Liebesleid Chapter 8 (Ib fanfiction)After picking up the water-stained pages of the last sonata outside of the mirrored room, Ib closed her eyes and leaned against a wall. She knew she didn't have much time left, but she was so tired and cold...her rose was still in her pocket. She hadn't looked at it ever since leaping out of Ivonne's painting, and she could tell that it was missing at least two petals. With a sigh, she rose, eyes shut, and took a deep breath as she faced the direction Ivonne's room was in, her fists clenched. Raising her head, Ib felt her determination and energy rushing back.Liebesleid Chapter 8 (Ib fanfiction)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hold on, Ivonne, Guertena...Garry...I'll be there soon.
"...Guertena? Guertena, are you alright?!" Worriedly, Garry knelt down next to the slumped artist, shaking his shoulder. "Come on! Wake up!"
"Ugh..." Guertena coughed and curled up. "I-Ivonne..."
"What's wrong?! Talk to me!"
"She..she's going to come back...that other side of me came back, that bad side...I'm...almost complete again...God, it hurts..."
Yellow Rose Yellow RoseYellow Rose 1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Faces of sunshine,
smile at me merrily,
Sticks And StonesSticks And Stones6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones will break my bones,
But words will slowly kill me
Hurricanes will break my home,
But storms will never kill me
Death is not an experience,
we can wait for in life*
Guns will be the death of me,
If I pull the trigger
Cuts from Knives will make me bleed,
But bandages will heal them
Emotions though can cut deeper,
Hearts will never heal.
Bombs will shatter my city,
love will shatter life
Hate will destroy this world,
Friends the only shelter **
The world will be left broken,
My words will describe it
Feedback is appreciated
But only if you want to
Ib-Ib-1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mary - Ib - Garry -
red petals everywhere -
blue petals everywhere -
Ch 2: Someone new part 2Ch 2: Someone new part 22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Someone new part 2
As I looked around there were strange paintings of floating mountains, one was red the other was blue. I made my way past the blue one and saw letters scattered on the walls, 'COME COME COME ..' and kept saying it down the hall. I finally made my way down to this blue door with a table in front of it. I saw a vase on top of it with a red rose in it and decided to pick it up and take it with me. I then moved the table out of the way and opened the blue door. I walked in to see a picture of a woman in blue smiling and has her eyes shut. I looked at the words at the bottom of it but I could barley understand it. I turned and saw a blue key by my feet and picked it up. I then heard something behind me like something was melting. I turned to see the painting of the woman with her eyes open and what looked like blood spilling from them. I backed up a bit and ran out of the room. I looked over at the walls,
Confessions of a KingConfessions of a King5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Confessions of a King
I have a small confession,
One I would like to make,
If I don't make it here and now,
I'm afraid my heart will break.
So come! Sit here, just listen,
Because, see here is the thing,
What I'm about to tell you...
Are the confessions of a king.
You what? You don't believe me?
Well... I just don't know what to say,
No I will never kill you
That... was my Fathers way
I'm sure that you remember,
From when you were very young
The loyal freedom writers
Who one by one were hung,
What? No! How could you say that!
This was not at all my rule!
I wish I could have helped but,
I was a young and frightened fool
And now the heavy burden
of a crown rests on my head
I just hope I can do better
for this is where my dreams have lead
I know it may seem easy
But infact that's not the case
I swear I'll try my hardest
and do the best for human race
I have a small confession,
One I would like to make,
I'll tell yo
The witch's diary entriesI was sick so no one played with meThe witch's diary entries1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My father and my mother didn't love me
My father and my mother didnt love me
So I X them
I've been in this house ever since
I X all my friends who came in my house after that
They where all eaten by the house
But it wasn't enough.
I don't like illness
Because it kept me from going outside
Because it made no one love me
Then a girl came over to play
A cute girl with golden braids
I didn't X her
Because she saved me from my sickness
So I made her my friend
My sickness was going to kill me
I took her body from her
I lived on in her body
That's fine, right?
Because we're "friends"
She gave me her body...
...because we're "friends"
So, today...we should play some more
Everything is Cliche these daysEverything is Cliche these days2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is cliché these days
Everything is cliché these days
Nothing can be true
Falling in love is cliché these days
Saying I love you
Nothing is not cliché these days
Everything is fake
Romantic days are cliché these days
Boat trip on the lake
Every emotion is cliché these days
Trusting is cliché these days
No lie is not cliché these days
Every fake strained smile
Fearing is cliché these days
When you’re busy for a while
Every tale is cliché these days
Nothing ever stays
Broken hearts are cliché these days
Going our separate ways
Surprises will surprise these days
Flowers near my door
People can surprise these days
A letter on my floor
“Love can be cliché these days
Trusting is an iss
That song named LoveThat song named Love6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That song named Love
One last breath, setting me free,
A single note, one melody,
My sorrowful song will let me be,
And this time It will rescue me,
That single note, that melody
From death and pain and slavery,
Sometimes it breaks,
That melody, my soul awakes,
And though that note is full of pain
Through raging thunder, and heavy rain,
Becomes a white dove,
and mounts the sky
That song named love
And though this poem like always is sad
A few comments and faves won't be that bad