Russia X Reader Chapter 6Russia X Reader Chapter 62 years ago in Romance More Like This
Germany growled. He WANTED to do something, but like it or not, he was the one at gunpoint. They say 'surrender' isn't part of Germany's vocabulary, but he would have to learn it fast, or else he'd get a bullet in the head. He had to stay alive... He had to. If he was dead, he couldn't protect brother Prussia and his other allies... He promised he would. And everyone knows that even in hard times, three things ring true for Germans.
1.) They train obsessively.
2.) They drink exessively.
3.) They don't break promises.
So Germany, with a reluctant sigh, said,"Fine. You're the leader of the Union now, Russland." He looked down like he had just sentenced himself to death.
Russia smiled evily, the strange aura still around him. "Good." He said, lowering his gun and taking your hand. It was only then did you notice that you were trembling at his side of Russia. It was like he was a completely different person...
"Take the army out and drill them. Make sure every soldi
What Lovers DoWhen I was lost you found meWhat Lovers Do2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So now you’re lost let me find you
Fall into my arms sweetheart
No questions, it’s what lovers do
Cradled in my arms tonight
Till the morning after ensues
Maybe then you can see things
From a different point of view
We can sit here all night babe
I’m no saint to offer guidance
Just some whispered words of love
I’ll be here when you break your silence
There is no doctrine of life
But only second hand wisdom
Each person is their own jailor
And inmate begging for freedom
Some of those are there by choice
Others will just misplace the key
You are indeed the latter
But please know you can rely on me
May this torrid time tick away
This is no requiem to our love
As I refuse to mourn the end
Of you, of me and of us
Belief.Belief.Belief.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’d rather believe in something,
Rather than to believe in nothing.
Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.
But if you believe there is something greater in place
And that this something does not have a form, figure or face.
From this something we gain a feeling that cannot be described
And although countless cynics have allied, defied and tried.
They have dedicated their entire lives to proving there is no evidence.
Because disproving that something is the only thing of any relevance.
What if confirming its p
Life, judgement, freedom and peace.Things happen, we don't know if it's because they are meant to be, if it's life's way of throwing you a curve ball, if it's just the next chapter, in your own little story–– but things happen.Life, judgement, freedom and peace.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The way you choose to deal with it, confront it, avoid it, run from it, or face it head on, with confidence, strength and acknowledgement, determines the next step, the next plot twist, the next character strength or flaw.
Be the person you would look up to, the person you would sneak peeks at from the corner of your eye, and think "damn, that's cool, I wish I could be like that" stop wishing it, it is too easy to be all theory, most of us are, I am being all theory by writing this right now, but theory isn't worth shit, if you don't follow through with action, severe, uncompromising, mature action, because in that––lays truth, in that; lays life.
There are definitely an infinite amount of things we will never understand, experiences we will always remember, and tell new f
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
The Naming of CharactersFirst of all, we don't need this surface-value, wishy-washy crap. I'll show you what I mean, so here's a form I used to give out when accepting OCs for stories a long time ago (ah, back in the days. I truly forgot how fun writing without bounds used to be--you know, writing for your own satisfaction with things like outrageous Sues, blatant cliches, and genres that I have worn out for a year or two. I still do it sometimes, but I can't bring myself to get too heavily into the story because I know it would be really bad to anyone else. I DO miss writing about fantasy journeys, though, but I really wore that out when I was younger, so right now I'm getting into fantasy-without-the-magic. Technically, historical fiction for my own world).The Naming of Characters4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anyway, carry on.
Everlasting LoveEverlasting Love.Everlasting Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two wrinkled hands intertwined with one another.
Their frail legs moving at a notably slow pace.
They always come in to the store every Sunday morning.
Buying their weekly packets of bird nuts and wild berries.
The elderly man always gives me a subtle wink whenever he sees me.
Comments on the amount of female partners I should be courting.
While the elderly women casts an innocent smile.
Ignoring her husbands repeated jokes and tugs him out the store.
The next week the elderly man is pushing his wife about the store.
His arms straining from the weight of the wheel chair.
He holds up two variations of bird berries so his wife can choose.
She winces in pain as she adjusts her position in her new mobile seat.
I am the only till queue they ever come to.
The elderly man as usual engages into his derogatory banter with me.
His wife giving him her ritual glance as she hands over the change.
Smiling with her youthful eyes guarded by a lifetime of creases and indents.
respectHow dare you?respect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.
BrighterSing to the darkness of the night skyBrighter2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
in hopes that the stars
will shine brighter
Every single thingWatching him is beautifulEvery single thing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is peaceful, yet powerful
He puts his all into the music
The true person, shows in the playing
No words, yet to me...
It says a thousand things
Just us and the guitars
The almost perfect expression
Of every single thing we have inside of us.
MasqueradeWe've all worn masksMasquerade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at one point or another,
to hide emotions
They protect us.
They keep us hidden.
They keep us safe.
Masks hide how we feel.
They hide who we are
for better or worse.
A simple facade
is the world's masquerade.
Your Winter SongIf you can hear meYour Winter Song2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Because I have a feeling you're there
I want you to hear my winter song
So you will know I care
So here it goes,
I have nothing to lose
So I will sing my winter song
And I will sing it to you.
I know its Jack Frost
Who paints my windowpanes
And I know you are there
When I’m playing winter games.
I know that you bring the snow
That makes all of us smile
And I know that you linger
And watch us a while.
I know that you make
The icicles on each tree
Your beautiful work
Isn't over looked by me.
So if you are listening,
I want you to know
That I wanted to thank you
For the beautiful snow.
I know that others
May not be as faithful as me
But you should never feel doubtful
Because I will always believe.
So please never feel alone, dear Jack
Because you are my guardian true
And I want you to know
I will always believe in you
His GriefTo the dear motherHis Grief2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Who had no chance to tell him
...the words, "I love you..."
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s
The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,The jigsaw boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.
His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.
She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.
Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
A Million StoriesI could tell youA Million Stories4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A million different stories
About broken hearts
And broken dreams
Or about loss
And about how they save lives
About the magic of friendship
About the forgotten heroes
Heroes the world will never know
About fighting for what you love
Or I could tell you one
Just one sad story
Love is PseudonymousLove is Pseudonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel a flutter
Flickering within my chest
To know exactly
That he's the one that's best
He smiles, my life shines
A feeling to blossom
Blooming into a velvet rose
Faster, faster in parted times
Is this love?
Or just a choice
Deciding come about
Listening to my own voice
He says my life is his
If only he could really believe
Oh, it's just a kiss
Please don't fall further
Little do I know
That this rose will become
A gale in my storm
A painful darkened sun
A love upon the floor
No light, no smiles...anymore
I used to believe
That such a love would be
The only meaning that I could hold
That I would be able to know
But no, this love is two-faced
Like the headless in the coin
Two sides, one mind
Designed to end the story
That is me now
A violet petal of love
Softly bruised and broken
Until there is no more above
This mediocre lullaby
Has got me singing
Saying goodbyes, goodnights
Until the day can shine bright
Oh my darling, oh my dear
This affection is worthless
Shot.There is a hole inShot.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My now sunken, aching chest
For reasons unknown
StarsThere are times in lifeStars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you can´t tell
the choices from the consequences anymore.
When you look up to the sky, waiting for a shooting star
before you realize that
just have to move your eyes quickly from one side to the other
to see one
StarsI like to hear stars at nightStars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before I go to sleep...
What beautiful stories they tell me
When my reality is not that pretty...
Never mine but always there for me...
Darkness now is not scary anymore
Because they shine and glow
Above my head...
Always free but always attached...
They hold me safe until I begin to dream...
Our love is a songI've tried my hardest to write you a songOur love is a song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there's so many lyrics that its too long
So I'll write a compilation of music instead
and make sure to say all thats been in my head
Track one will be how we came to be
At first so wild, young, and free
track two will be to romance you
with just enough rhythym to dance to.
Track three will be as sensual as a lustful night
But still like a love ballad done just right
Track four, a melody for lovers who follow their heart
and will try to stay strong even while they're apart
for now track five will remain unwritten
but one things for sure is that I'm smitten
Even if the rest of the lyrics become sad
I'll still remember the songs we had
The harmony we have i could never regret
and the sexy tango we dance to i could never forget
So i'll continue singing you every note in my soul
with the hopes you'll keep making my songs whole
for your heart is the beat i need to hear
and your love is the melody that i hold dear.