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
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 Daughter4 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
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 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,
BlissfulWhen I look into your eyes,Blissful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A window to the soul
I’m with you,
And all is well, friend
A dance of minds
A dream awake
In colors of happiness
Never knew a love like this
Just us two
The flow of time…
Stay the night
Keep me warm..
Now and forever
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,
my opinion about youlonely birdmy opinion about you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
exhaling on the kitchen floor,
your ramshackle wings
need to rise higher
from this ocean inside you
of tequila at five pm;
you are just a bad luck woman
searching the eyes of strangers we meet
for a harlem nocturne
of nighttime melancholia,
or a sad story of a jukebox
with starry, starry skin.
you are my sweetest downfall,
but flightless birds with wildhearts
don't belong here.
SometimesFly on fast wings and smileSometimes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are quicker
than the sadness chasing you.
C: 2p!CanadaxReader Part 1: Taking a riskC: 2p!CanadaxReader Part 1: Taking a risk3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
7 Years Old.
"Come on mommy!! Can we go in? Please???" you begged your mom as you tugged on her shirtsleeve, motioning her to 'Tinker Toys Too!' toyshop. You have always loved getting toys like any other child did. You both were waiting outside the toyshop while your father went to go get the car. Your mother looked down at you and smiled.
"Alright ________, since you've been such a good girl, you can get one toy." She says as you squealed in delight and ran towards the door, swinging it open and ran inside, your mother following you. Your eyes widened as you stared at all the toys that were inside. There were dolls on one shelve, toy trains on another, model airplanes, and stuffed animals on the other shelves. Your big (e/c) eyes scanned all the toys that were there. You ran towards where the dolls were stared at the stuffed animals next to a boy there that looked your age.
You looked at the boy from the corner of your eye. He had blonde hair that went up to his shoulders
Story Time.The face of evil,Story Time.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once a god frozen in the ice,
Whose sanity melts remembering touch,
Is a drop of fire on the rise,
Its soaring hopes
Tied with black ribbons to an electric chair.
Lament, bleeding roses,
Bite your tongue till it bleeds.
In the silent midnight,
A tear sings a water's lullaby,
An Underwater fire walk in the labyrinth submerges the ivory heart.
Praying for spring:
The cycle of love and solitude.
Rescue is possible,
We need an instant repair.
Until then, I'll be missing you.
lost, but never foundsince you're gone,lost, but never found1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i have become that one girl:
too much of not enough,
she only goes out after dark,
morphing through time
to the end.
who am i to shine?
what am i?
burn scars and washing machines,
the sound of an approaching train --
off the map,
a soft and fickle heart.
it's all the same
stumbling around after the storm.
these feelings cover me
like summer in Paris;
i see drops of Jupiter
(they are called fireworks for a reason).
my birdcage boy,
outsiders don't understand.
you are foreign even in your skin;
too busy for life,
playing the suicidal king of hearts.
so let's pretend it's 9 pm instead.
burn with me; take two.
you're a subliminal message,
a crown of thorns.
let's play murder,
by your hand is the only end i foresee:
we're both drunk and always have been.
Confession~ A PoemI really really like you,Confession~ A Poem1 year 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",
AfterthoughtThey said to run.Afterthought1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
If I Couldyou're different-If I Could1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tribute to what could have been,
of what it means to be a friend.
staring into your eyes,
i've been looking back lately
for reasons why we should be in love.
you could throw bricks at me
for every goodbye I ever gave to you
and I still can't make you love me;
but you should never attack a poet-
a depressed, schizophrenic human
trading diamonds for dirt;
a final, bitter curse-
a suicide song.
(I can't help it
that your poetry sucks)
blasphemyin a Heaven no grander than a forest, He sat upon a throne weaved of ivy and wild roses; it was there He first touched the Universe, and it was there He came to find the thriving rock He named earth. absent lives were flitting about in oceans deep and dark, and He sought to make company, entertainment, using His vast power to manipulate these beings' path. they grew until they resembled His intention, but before the first man thought of the savannah's cruelty or had any thought besides instinct, angels were birthed of the Lord's passing thoughtsblasphemy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He would breathe and exhale
lights that cuddled like sweet birds,
tucked close for warmth in a simple
nest draped with their brothers' down
feathers and cotton brought up from earth;
amongst the soft glow of each new ideal
came a pop like an ember cracking this one
was weakly lit and stuttered its first words
in a hoarse chirp (humanity, love) before it came
to still with its slumbering companions.
in the evening, the lights
The End of Our StoryYou don’t know this, butThe End of Our Story1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate punctuation,
even though I’m 146 pounds of storyteller
and suicidal, by design.
What I know about love is that
what-on-earth girls get too attached
to the good man and the length of rope,
but I don’t think I’m alive enough to die yet.
They say I’m guilty,
but that you exist through
coffee and sugar and rain
calling me home
from a journey, my journey,
but that’s not the way I see it.
Or maybe it actually is.
Sometimes I lose things,
things like crayon soulmates,
promises for a fool,
and colours I never tasted,
things like you.
Once upon a carcass,
a hospital bird with soot in her lungs
belonged to you,
but I didn’t mean to resonate
through your pocket universe
six years ago.
The sound of an approaching train282 days into the yearThe sound of an approaching train1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and I’m still not living, lost
in this urban ballet, this city
of blinding lights. We knew
a place where no cars can go,
where even the crickets
couldn’t be heard - fifty one miles
down an old country road, where the wildflowers
grow like frilly laces, moonblossoms
tearing through the earth.
You could feel the sky in your
thought out gaze, ignoring the stars
and drifting into five am on velvet
waves just about to break.
We don’t go there anymore.
This thing between us set
the night on fire but it only lasted
a little while. I still have that fire
smoldering in my ashtray heart, but
flowers aren’t apologies. You’ve endured
so many storms that you became one – I wore you like a bruise.
I’ll be on the next train to Vegas, dreaming
about photographs from another time.
Love is a smoke made from the fumes
of sighs – may as well buy another
pack. My lungs are empty anyway.
Icarus.(glass eyes,Icarus.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are this scar,
you are the street i will never cross
i need you like a heart needs a beat
And i can't let you slip away.
because we shared life
when the fire within our seas
ran through our veins,
and when we danced
to the stars, celestial glory.
she's just a flower grown wild.)
so when the lights fade away
into the dark
remember me, fallen angel
bring me the horizon
give me the sun
(i want his wings,
and the taste of blood
slashed across the sky.)
for i am a sunken ship.
Befriend The Lost.Hug the hurt,Befriend The Lost.1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Kiss the broken.
+my mother always told me+9 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