Oriko Magica - Witch TheoriesOriko Magica - Witch Theories4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Graveyard Witch. She has a protective nature. She stands watch over the memory of her dead love, preserving it as it is for eternity. She allows none to enter and defile it. Her garden extends into the distance, containing many cherished memories of the world they made together. Even in death, she will protect that which is dear to her.
Minion of the Graveyard Witch. His duty is to devour. He will bog down and consume any intruders, if the barrier's many traps do not kill them first. He enjoys drinking tea and eating biscuits in his spare time. His top hat is set by the Witch.
The Shifting Witch. She has an emotional nature. She suffers from strong mood swings. Her strength depends on the state of her mood. When she is happy, her body sways back and forth. When she i
The FallenYou shone like a shadow,The Fallen5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blending into the night like a ghost.
Feeding off our emotions, feeling hollow,
you were the parasite, we were the host.
You targeted and somehow drew me in,
with your sad eyes and crooked smile.
Speaking of a fire choking you from within,
you are the angel thrown into exile.
With broken feathers and tattered wings,
you reminisce of a time you've forsaken.
And during the loneliest nights I can hear you sing,
of the day where all you loved was taken.
Those sorrowful notes would carry and reach my ears,
and I'd ache from the pain you felt.
Your misery was more than I could bear to hear,
and I wept for you and the cards you'd been dealt.
I couldn't let you know that I discovered your heart's pain,
so I kept my mouth shut and buried the secret from you.
But never could I forget the night when you sang,
of your own emotions, so horribly raw and true.
I hadn't known that angels could break or that they cried,
yet there you were, your
Hitman Reborn Guidelines1. 'Pineapple' is a taboo word around Mukuro.Hitman Reborn Guidelines5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
2. He's heard any pineapple joke you can think of.
3. That's not an excuse to spend all day trying to find one he hasn't heard.
4. Mukuro is terrifying when mad.
5. Reborn is not Vongola's boss.
6. Informing Tsuna that Reborn would make a much, much, much, much better boss than him is considered cruel.
7. No matter how true.
8. Telling Kyoko that Tsuna is gay just to see Tsuna freak out was only funny the first six times.
9. It was even funnier that Kyoko just said she was happy for him.
10. That girl really is a few bullets short of a Dying Will flame.
11. Telling Lambo that he's a cannibal for eating hamburgers is considered cruel and unusual punishment.
12. Torturing Lambo is not a national pastime.
13. No matter how many people think it is.
14. The Ten Year Bazooka is not a toy.
15. The Bovino family really needs to take that thing away.
16. Giving a five year old an ite
The Wall's DaughterSummary: With the wall going up, Ludwig asks Alfred for his help in protecting something very important to him - his daughter. Mentions past MPreg.The Wall's Daughter3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred rubbed his arms, trying to keep warm. Berlin was colder than usual this November. He shivered and looked to the east, where he could feel the pain of millions caused by a wall. And it wasn't even finished yet.
"America, I'm glad you came."
He started at the tired voice, and turned to find Germany well-wrapped in a thick coat. He was standing oddly, his arms seemingly cradling a bulge in his coat.
"You asked for help, and I came. You know we would never hate one of our own, Germany."
He looked away and readjusted his hold on whatever was in his coat. "Some among us would."
Alfred didn't know what to say to that, and remained silent. Ludwig stepped closer after glancing around to make sure no-one was nearby, and pulled America into a nearby alleyway. They both sighed in relief at the escape from the s
The FC and OC GuideThe Fancharacter and Original CharacterThe FC and OC Guide5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Guide Made by a Fellow Fancharacter and Original Character Maker
Hello all, xTwilightxSpiritX here (Twilight or Kina for short, if you will), and I'm here to speak out and give out advice for fellow fans.
You see, among ANY sort of fandom (and when I mean any, I /mean/ any), there will always be a group of people that like to create an Original Character (OC) or Fancharacter (FC) to put into a story. Popular fandoms are any kind of anime or cartoon, popular series like Harry Potter, and even some live-action TV shows. Among the different branches of fandoms, the people that make OC's based on whatever their fans of usually gain a lot of flak and distaste by people who are just regular fans.
Do you ever wonder why this is the case?
To put it bluntly, some people really screw themselves over when creating said OC for their fandom. YES, there are some really creative and rather believable OC's somewhere out there around the net... However,
+my mother always told me+5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make good choices
and although she tried to teach me
i never learned the difference
between good choices and easy ones
and i think that’s why i’m still here,
because most days it’s harder to think about
what my mother would say at my funeral
than it is to keep breathing
GoldI don't want a heart of goldGold1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
scraped from rock and stained in blood.
SometimesFly on fast wings and smileSometimes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are quicker
than the sadness chasing you.
Confession~ A PoemI really really like you,Confession~ A Poem10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you don't feel the same,
I'm finally truly tired,
Of playing this little game
You seem to forget,
That I'm also your friend,
But it seems that too,
Has come to an end
It's time I confess,
Everything to you,
This time I wouldn't lie,
It'll be genuinely true
I hate your girlfriend,
She's really such a bore,
I really wonder what,
Your dating her for
You kept me up all those nights,
For nothing at all,
Instead you just let me drown,
Instead you let me fall
You put me in such pain,
And you put me in such sorrow,
It's time that I finally live,
A fresh, new tomorrow
It's time for me to let you go,
It's time for you to cry,
About all your problems alone,
Until your tears are dry
It's time for me to stop caring,
It's time for me to move,
No more "if being good enough for you",
Stains of Dark RedTainted souls.Stains of Dark Red8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
AfterthoughtThey said to run.Afterthought9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
DarkDon't get lost in the darkDark1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A creature is lurking around
Running after you
Killing is the only thing on its mind
The Man Who Would Be KingThere he was,The Man Who Would Be King10 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sitting on his throne,
Looking at the sky,
With his bluest eyes,
The man who would be king.
There he was,
Liquid around his face,
White as an angel,
Full of grace,
The man who would be king.
But did you know, that his throne, was his tomb,
But did you know, that his eyes looked lifeless at the sky,
But did you know, that blood was spread on his face,
The man who would be king, lost his grace.
You Had to AskMe, a monster?You Had to Ask8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Let's find out
wingbeatsi love youwingbeats4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way i love birds--
flying across October skies
on to better places.
Befriend The Lost.Hug the hurt,Befriend The Lost.9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Kiss the broken.
As the Sun WalksI will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.As the Sun Walks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With careful steps I will do my best to stay up and awake,
Though the sun has no problems with this,
I do we are far apart, Sol and I, fire and earth.
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them,
To the best of my ability, be the tip of the invading spear as it
Mirthfully chases away the night, calling that day has come,
Let Night retire to their mutual couch!
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.
For the morning is a sort of table, a place of parley between
Light and Dark, and between silence and noise.
You, walker, with me walk the sidewalks of Clinton where
The faithful scholars walk, and the two of us will be quiet.
Perhaps we will speak, but it will be a calm speech,