Another DayI want to bleed againAnother Day11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Feeling lost and alone
Not understanding anything
Why is there no one home?
My heart is burdened
Twisted....making me waste away
Another tear is hidden
Amongst all this decay
You see what I want you too
As I hide behind this mask
Bearing a deceptive lie
Nobody ever asks...
Who I am is broken
lying here in shards
My pain seems to be endless
As it carries on for yards
nothing really matters
I'm so blind to what you see
This is what I've become
But its not who I should be
You wanted me to carry on
Pretending I'm okay...
But I'm not that strong
Still, I'll live another day..
Muted Experiments Ch. 6 (SCP-049 x Mute!Reader)ANOUNCEMENT: There will be no lemon in this series! For those who don't know what that is, be glad you don't know yet. But, as ClassicMalt pointed out, 049 *probably* would be one of those entities that wouldn't really be sexually interested in a human being. But if the fans wish to write one themselves, let me know when it is finished, and I will post a link to it in one of the next chapters.Muted Experiments Ch. 6 (SCP-049 x Mute!Reader)9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ALSO: if you are into xMale!Reader stuff, feel free to change the gender on this, I could care less, because what you like is what you like, I can't change that.
(Continuing directly from Ch. 5)
You storm out of the containment cell; anger showing on your face. You could almost strangle someone. One of the guards approach you, but when you shoot him a glare, he pauses.
"Ma'am, did something go wrong?"
Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You just wanted to slap him, but knowing he knew not of what you knew; your best friend's demise was only one of those problems. Inhal
Spamano - Softness and Light IUciekający przed ulewą młody mężczyzna wpadł do ciepłego wnętrza restauracji i przeczesał palcami włosy, strząsając z nich krople wody. Zauważył kręcącego się w głębi lokalu kelnera i pomachał mu.Spamano - Softness and Light I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Ej, Francis! zawołał, nie zwracając uwagi na karcące spojrzenia nielicznych o tej porze klientów restauracji. Sam rozsiadł się przy wolnym stoliku tuż przy panoramicznym oknie, rozpinając skórzaną kurtkę. Daj mi piwa, tylko szybko! Zmachałem się, wiejąc przed tym deszczem.
Kelner uśmiechnął się przepraszająco do poruszonych gości, a ociekającemu wodą mężczyźnie posłał groźne spojrzenie. Tamten tylko uśmiechnął się szeroko i machnął ręką, dając do zrozumienia, że łaskawie poczeka.
GerIta - Lawka- Posłuchaj mnie nie możemyGerIta - Lawka4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Był późny wieczór. Na ulicach wciąż kręcili się ludzie, złaknieni nocnego życia i beztroskiego szaleństwa, ale w ciemnej bramie parku, gdzie stali, nie było żywego ducha.
Włochy patrzył na buty Ludwiga, w oczach kręciły mu się łzy. Niemcy przywykł już do takiego zachowania, ale dzisiaj po raz pierwszy nie wiedział, co ma w takiej sytuacji zrobić.
Włochy po raz pierwszy nie przepraszał. Ale nie tylko przez to Ludwig był taki zdezorientowany.
Parę godzin wcześniej dał się namówić na wspólny wypad po klubach w ramach odprężenia po długim posiedzeniu na międzynarodowej konferencji. Szybko okazało się, że niemal wszyscy ochotnicy z niewidomych przyczyn się wykruszyli, a został jedynie Ludwig, Feliciano i Lovino. Romano, cho
Airshipping Is MagicThe morning air was crisp and cool with barely a breeze blowing. The sky was crystal blue, and the rays of the sun played lazily across the green countryside. It was the perfect day, thought Twilight Blimple, for a flight.Airshipping Is Magic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The little purple sparkly blimp slowly rose into the air, enjoying the wind as it played across her surface. Her propellers spun into life as she turned in a westerly direction, the fluted spire that jutted out from her control deck pointing the way.
Twilight wasn't a big blimp. Her gasbag was large but stubby, her fins small and protruding, and her purple gondola cabin was slung almost apologetically underneath. Growing up as a little balloon in the big city she had always been jealous of the other airships, who always seemed to be more graceful than she. But soon study had paid off.
Today, she was on an important mission. Today she had to ferry vital medical aid across Airquestria. A hailstorm had hit the town of Hull, and puncture repair kits were urgently needed.
My Tickle Torture Experience, Part 2He moved down a little and sat on my ankles, then squeezed into the muscle of my thighs, his thumbs probing the inner flesh, his outer fingers massaging into the tops of my thighs. I jumped from that and squirmed, laughing again, and he just grinned and kept doing it for a minute, then stopped and kissed my stomach. He asked how I was doing, and I just smiled sarcastically and said ''yeah great, thanks.''My Tickle Torture Experience, Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
We both laughed and he wiped my hair to one side, as it was messy from thrashing around.
He then kissed my chest, down my stomach, flicking his tongue over my bellybutton again, which made me yelp a bit and curl my toes in my shoes. He then slipped his thumbs down the waistband of my shorts and dug in little wiggling circles, just above my groin, which I didn't realize would tickle as much as it did! That alone made me giggle and slide my legs around, but he stopped pretty quickly and started slipping my shorts off.
I was loving that moment; he did it super slowly, dragging his
Muted Experiments Ch. 4 [SCP - 049 x Mute! Reader] More thingy things!Muted Experiments Ch. 4 [SCP - 049 x Mute! Reader]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
U/ID = User ID
You fidget in your seat, events of the past three weeks racing circles in your head. The silence from above weighing down on you like bricks. Everyday you expected to hear something from them about your previous reports, but they ignore everything you send them. Your computer chimes, making you glance up in surprise.
???: Secure server engaged.
(U/ID): Who is this?
???: That is irrelevant. I am making an offer.
(U/ID): What kind, and why?
While they take the time to respond, you run a background scan to find out where the messages originate from.
???: An offer to keep you in the loop. I have what you want, all y
TortureMetal clanked as consciousness gripped him, causing him to toss a bit in his dazed state. The sounds of the bonds gripping his wrists tightly reminded him of the day before. The smooth touch of her hands and the slow agony she had caused him as the cool knife cut through his skin. The cold, cutting laughter she had made before she left, twirling the knife through her fingers with a strange mastered skill as if she had years of experience. The red that coated the knife, that now lay in small droplets on the floor, having slid off the sharp metal. The groans and yells, shrieks and pleads he had made, still echoing off the walls around him.Torture8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Grunting, his eyes opened slowly, wincing as he did so. One brown eye could be seen, but the other was covered by eyelids with black, blue, and purple shadings, caused by the butt of the knife. He turned his head to look to his right, but his vision blackened with sudden dizziness and his head began to throb. He closed his eyes, waiting for the throbbi
Muted Experiments Ch. 5 [SCP - 049 x Mute! Reader]ANNONCEMENT: If you see any grammar mistakes, please let me know! My keyboard doesn't respond like I am used to, so I cannot always see what grammar mistakes happen. Please do not be afraid to shout at me a say: "Hey! Mistake! Right there! This word is spelled wrong!" I need all the help I can get!Muted Experiments Ch. 5 [SCP - 049 x Mute! Reader]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Did I surprise you? You seem a little jumpy."
'No, sir. I just didn't expect you here. Can I help you?'
"Just checking in on you. You know, making sure you're ok."
You nod, feeling a little better, but still cautious of him. You offer him a seat, taking one for yourself. He just shakes his head and heads for the door.
"Do make sure you know where your loyalties lay."
You nod, thoroughly confused, 'What could he possibly mean? Was he on the other side of that conversat
I'm sorry, I'm sorry english lyrics.I'm sorry, I'm sorry english lyrics.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cut me open, fill me in. Eat the remains of this once useful body,
With your mouth, feels like a sin, it hurts me...
You'd think that I wouldn't be something of the human taste,
But as long as Daddy's happy, I'll wear a smiii-le on my faaaaaa-ce,
"Suck up my yellow chunks of fat with such a tiny straw, stick the straw right in, make sure that you can get it all, even my shit; they'll stuff it, cut it, bake it, eat it, praise it, although my body's ready to collapse cause of Daddy."
Apologies, but these ideas aren't the best so far,
A stranger's hand, it grasped along my broken arms, ah-
He took pity on this collapsed body that I call my own,
As he took my hand it held it strong.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am such a bad daughter to my Daddy,
Forgive me please, forgive me please, the pitiful person I call me,
I'm sorry, goodbye for now, the disobeying child who will run away,
I'm sorry, forgive me please, I'm in love with someone and I just cannot stay with you-
"He pours my
Incubi Umbraeque - Prelude913.M41Incubi Umbraeque - Prelude5 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Ten thousand years was ample time to reflect on past mistakes and mend broken trust.
Or not, not when the individual still believed themselves justified in their deeds. Ahriman had denounced his exile centuries ago, preferring to call it a pursuit of arcane knowledge and understanding. One which lesser beings could not grasp, their feeble minds never looking beyond the next sunrise. He had travelled the length and breadth of the galaxy, across the five zones of the Segmentums, through the remnants of unnamed xenos civilizations. His eyes had born witness to countless conflicts, beholding feats where the mind could no longer comprehend and words paled. On planets where suns never rose and across realms of glass, the sorcerer uncovered primordial lore better left alone. Each piece was a part of the greater puzzle, the intricate tapestry which created and held the cosmos together, in comprehending the machinations of gods.
The orifkanos, acquired from the
666's Tickle TortureThe sun shinned brightly in the Saturday afternoon skies of the Sarasaland farmlands. The temperatures were slightly warm in the area with a nice cool breeze blowing in the air. In the Sarasaland farmlands there is a one story house that is located nearby a river and the owner of the house doesn't have a name but she is referred to as 666. She is currently inside the house organizing a few things before leaving the house to relax.666's Tickle Torture6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The front door of the house opened as she walked out of the house. She had tan skin, big long red hair, and red eyes. She is wearing red and dark grey gloves, red stirrup leggings that are worn over with dark grey boots, red hot-pants, and dark markings that cover most of her body but covers some of her private parts.
"Oh wow today looks like its going to be a good," said 666 staring at the sky. "And no signs of rain what so ever. This is so nice."
She took a deep breath of the clean air and then smiled. 666 then closed her front door as she made her way to t
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I'm Struggling for Names Here!Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I'm Struggling for Names Here!2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the record me and Cedric did feast on delicious cookies in celebration that night. Oh the feast we did have. Actually I had done most of said cookie devouring. Cedric didn’t eat many of them—not that I particularly minded. He was too concerned about carbs catching up with him or something like that. I on the other paw was totally fearless of these ‘carbs.’
Back to important matters, morning had come around and Cedric had gone off to work much like he had the other days. Once again I was alone with nothing of interest to do and no one to bother. To top it all off I didn’t even have any cookies. That made things significantly less thrilling.
I resorted to watching the local Human TV again. It had this rather antique remote device that would let me sift through channels. It was wireless, but that was about all that could be said for it. Human technology seemed to be rather outdated in comparison to our own—not that it was a huge su
England x Reader: Be GentleEngland x Reader: Be Gentle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
England X Reader: Be gentle
"Y-you ready love?" England asked nervously it was his first time after all.
"Does it hurt?"
"Ahn~ a little, b-be gentle okay?" you moaned as you clutched the sheets tighter.
"Oh~ Iggy t-there Ohhhh~ yeah mmm."
"Oh, may I try another angle love?" He asked.
"Yeah, s-sure. Whatever." It was this time again when you had the feeling you just had to do it. Again. Your job was pretty stressful enough to make you beg for one.
"Ahh Iggy harder nnng that's the spot, yes ohh~ yes." You said as you buried your face in the fluffy pillow. England was sweating like a pig with his shaggy hair all soggy because of his sweat, and you well you looked like a hot mess after a hard day's work.
"Yes? Ah! T-there don't stop! K-Keep going!"
"B-but the stove, I forgot to turn it off love!" He exclaimed, putting a halt to your current *cough* activity.
"Talk about offering another massage while yo
All That's LeftLet me hold youAll That's Left3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let comfort be what you feel
Let my lips kiss where your tears have fallen
Let a look into my eyes undo the wrong you've seen
Let the stillness of my breath replace the screams that have filled your ears
Let your mind be filled with thoughts of us instead of the memories that have haunted you
Let the walls around your heart collapse
Let my love be all that's left
TortureSometimes torture is physical,Torture9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
It is being pinned against the wall by the bully,
It is being spat on. It is being laughed at.
It is going home and washing the rotten food out of your hair
And the tears from your face.
Sometimes torture is emotional,
It is being ignored by your family,
It is being used by your friends. It is abuse.
It is curling up in bed at night and crying into your pillow
To muffle the sound.
Sometimes torture is mental.
It is self-inflicted and ties you in knots,
It is insanity. It is fear.
It is running when you have nowhere to go and hiding
Behind something that won't cover you.
All torture is pain.
Deszczyk- Znowu pada – burknął Feliks, stojąc przy parapecie i przyklejając nos do szyby. Po chwili i tak już niewyraźny z powodu deszczu obraz zakłóciła mu mgiełka, którą spowodował własnym oddechem. Westchnął głęboko, przy okazji oznajmiając jak bardzo jest tym faktem niezadowolony i odwrócił się do wnętrza pomieszczenia. Mały salonik nie można było uznać za idealnie czysty, ale bałaganu też nie było. Pod stołem typowo stały dwie puste puszki po piwie, kilka butelek po wodach z Biedronki i zapomniana skarpetka, której nie mógł od dawna sparować. W wejściu do pokoju leżała skórzana kurtka i jeden glan, w dodatku przewrócony. Zielony wzrok w końcu przeniósł się na szkodnika, zalegającego na kanapie i kradnącego mu bezczelnie wi fi.Deszczyk2 years ago in Humor More Like This
HarderKiss meHarder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rid me of every scar
Suck the night-old whiskey away from all my black and blue
Touch me until I don't feel worthless
All these broken ribs
The fluttering lids of both black eyes
Pray away every awful thing I've done
And lick the salt away from broken skin
The exit wounds of bullets
The little lines of knife bites
Just love me until I'm mad
And kiss me until I'm whole again
Just Passing ThroughAt best,Just Passing Through2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re going to forget me;
It’s more likely you’ll wish I never came.
Everyone else does,
You’ll get tired of the shifts in my mood
All my coming and going
Late nights and longing
I’ve sold my soul to tonight;
You’ll do your best to forget me
Forget all those dime-store lovesongs
I wrote for you when we were drunk,
Forget my thumbs pressed into your rib cage,
my breath against your neck-
You’ll wish you never came.
Everyone else does,
You’ll see how ugly I am when I cry
Count all my scars
and decide I deserved them.
You’ll smell the whiskey on my breath,
See the bags under my eyes
and wonder why
you ever thought they were beautiful
You’ll decide to forget me;
You’ll pack your bags
burn all my notes,
You’ll tell me you never loved me,
You’ll tell yourself I never loved you either,
walk out the door
and slam it behind you
Everyone else does,
Muted Experiments Ch. 3 [SCP-049 x Mute! Reader] You awake from yet another dream, or night terror. Glancing at the clock, you see that it's six in the morning, two hours before you had to go to work. What you woke up from was nothing but smothering blackness, and the sound of someone screaming,only to realize that the person screaming was you. It made you shiver just thinking about it.Muted Experiments Ch. 3 [SCP-049 x Mute! Reader]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
People found it amazing that you could speak in your dreams; doctors said that it was psychological, stating that you could speak, but didn't want to. You close your eyes again, slipping into another dream.
"Where is she?"
"Just wait, she'll be here."
"I'm here now. Sorry to hold you up. Shall we begin?"
"Do we have everything?"
Walking into the containment cell, you look around, seeing SCP - 049 in the corner. Instinctively you reach for your notepad. Finding none, you speak.
ReaderxXxLil' GideonYou and your best friend walk into the crowded tent. The place was pretty packed, it usually was. Everyone in town loves visiting The Tent O’ Telepathy.ReaderxXxLil' Gideon2 years ago in Settings More Like This
“This is going to be great.” Your best friend snickers. The 2 of you take a seat in a wooden pew near the back. “A 9-year-old psychic. What a croc!”
“Yeah… lame…” You nod with a nervous chuckle. Though truth be told… you’ve been to Tent O’ Telepathy several times. You love the show and the adorable 9-year-old psychic, Gideon. He was adorable with his little powder-blue suit and dimples when he smiles. Even though you weren’t too convinced on the psychic aspect of the show, it was fun to watch the charismatic child put on a show.
The Tent was buzzing with excited chatter. Your best friend leans back and props her feet up on the back of the pew in front of her. She sighs, always having been the impatient type. You get comfortable and stare at the big man at
Breathing Underwater (Ch. 5: All Secrets Known)Breathing Underwater (Ch. 5: All Secrets Known)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vincent woke up the next morning as always, feeling like his usual self. Or, at least like his usual self when he wasn't around Aestus. The Lontra who kept to himself, rarely spoke unless spoken to,and almost always had headphones visible in his ears. Vince could feel the store already heading to it's next destination, wherever that would be. Vincent didn't really pay much attention to where they would be going week after week. Month after month. He simply got up, dressed in his usual attire, and went downstairs to prepare Electronics for the customers of...wherever their next destination was. If they would even have customers. People usually didn't shop for technology in a magic store. Vince could only feel that it was only a matter of time before he'd be laid off...again.
No one bothered him. A thing for the moment he was quite thankful for. For the most part. Tracy every now and then would shoot him a few sentences, exclamations, and statements. Stuff that was resolved
Beautiful Baby Blues: Chapter TwoBeautiful Baby Blues: Chapter Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Two: Rise to the Occasion
Sanji woke early the next morning to his phone's loud rendition of Jesse's Girl. He groaned as he rolled over, mumbling a few explicatives in French while reaching for the device. In his groggy state he cursed whoever woke him before sunrise on his rare day off, not recognizing exactly what the ringtone implied.
" 'allo?" he murmured sleepily, irritation seeping into his unchecked accent.
"Oh! I'm sorry Sanji-kun, did I wake you?" exclaimed the voice of an angel.
Now fully alert, Sanji sat up in bed.
"Nami-swan! Not at all ma chérie, but to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice so early in the day?"
"I just wanted to see if my friend ever showed up. You know, the green-haired one I told you about?"
Sanji chuckled a bit as his sleep-addled mind recalled the attractive patron with oddly colored hair.
"Yeah, the Marimo-head showed. He kinda drooled all over the place toward the end, though."
"Hmmm? So I take it you s