Swimming (Eridan x Reader songfic)Your songs remind me of swimming,Swimming (Eridan x Reader songfic)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Which I forgot when I started to sink.
For as long as you have known Eridan Ampora, you have had peculiar feelings about him. At first, you couldn't describe them; buoyant, and uplifting, the first sign of hope you had seen from yourself for a while. Of course, you keep it from people how miserable you are; you have a good life, you're clever, and not exactly underprivileged. If you try to complain, people are bound to call you selfish, or spoiled, or something cruel along those lines.
But somewhere along the way, it finally strikes you. You're falling for the stupid fish. And the thought is terrible, because you two are such good friends, and how, how could he ever want a quadrant with someone like you?
Dragged further away from the shore,
And deeper into the drink...
It's like a whirlpool of despair, constantly sucking you down further. The more you think about it, the less and less likely it is Eridan would ever even cons
The Card Game [HomestuckxReader]Come to the carnival, they implored.The Card Game [HomestuckxReader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It'll be fun, they said.
Nothing bad will happen, they reassured.
Well, that was obviously a load of bullshit.
First off, something bad did happen. You lost your friends in the crowd. Not that was really their fault. You were a bit claustrophobic, so you had blindly bolted through the crowd your group had encountered upon entering the carnival, leaving your companions behind without a prayer of catching up. From there, you had continued to run until you came to a place that wasn't crowded. It was quite the opposite, actually.
The area was deserted. And that was when you realized you were completely and utterly lost.
Second of all, you hated carnivals. And not for some traumatizing reason that involved your family or nightmares or anything else dramatic people spoke about; you simply found them creepy. Or, at least the one's that visited the town of [hometown] were.
And, to warp it all up, you were thrown over the shoulder of Tho
The beginning.I sat there, sprawled out on the couch watching the television. One of those cheesy three stars shows was on and I wouldn't say that I was forced to watch it, but I had lost my remote due to a game of door frame basket ball. Lesson of the story, is that you don't buy a two dollar remote unless you are looking forward to multiple trips to the store. Anyway, I was watching it because I didn't want to get up and turn the TV myself. That is five steps too many in my mind.The beginning.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I don't know the name of the show but so far it was about this witch homeless girl who dreams of being a role model or to be in the lime light. Then while she was talking about her dreams and goals she ran out of her cardboard box of a home towards the decorated streets to see that there was a parade in honor of the royal family. But then the prince couldn't be found cause he ran away and so while everyone is in panic mode looking for the lost son she decided to go and sneak to a vendor to get some food but then a guy
Beauty and the TrollEridan x Reader Chapter 1Beauty and the Troll2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Long, long ago, there lived a prince of the sea. The prince lived in a ship on his own island, cold and alone with no one to talk to. One day, a sickly low-blood came to his door, asking for help and shelter from the sea storm, and in return, she offered to help him with his loneliness. The prince scoffed at the low-blood, for he was skeptical and too proud for any sort of help from the underling. He had already lost any hope for his wishes to come true long ago, deeming them childish and too painful to think of. The low-blood warned him, not be put-off by such differences, as what truly mattered was the heart and soul of someone. Once again, the prince scoffed and slammed the door in her face, dismissing her. The low-blood then threw off her cloak and revealed herself as a high-blood with great powers. The prince tried to explain himself, that he didn't know of the enchantresses position, but it was too late. She had already seen that he was too cold, and unc
Christmastime in Sword Art OnlineIt was that time of the year.Christmastime in Sword Art Online1 year ago in Romance More Like This
But it definitely was not the most wonderful time of the year for Kirito. It was already December 24, and he was still stuck inside Sword Art Online. Granted he had only been there for about two months, but he still had been hoping to spend Christmas with his family, rather than alone. He had been alone for the most part since joining SAO, so this wouldn't be any different.
Still, he could have been at home, spending time with his sister decorating a tree, making cookies, or having a snowball fight. Now, he would do none of that. It just wasn't the same without her. He could appreciate her so much more now, when she was far away and there wasn't much hope of seeing her for some time to come. It only made him resolve harder to find a way to beat this game, so that he could go home and see everyone again.
In the meantime, preparations were being made for Christmas in SAO. No one really knew what to expect for t
ZombieStuck Ch 2: Karkat x Reader(x Sollux?)You slowly open your eyes. Blinking a few times, you sit up. Glancing around, you find yourself in that small room with the windows. Standing up, you stretch, making a good 'popping' noise. You can't help but smile. That was the best nap of you life.ZombieStuck Ch 2: Karkat x Reader(x Sollux?)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your eyes scan the room, nobody was in it but yourself. You hunch over and scratch your back a bit, everything that happened just before you feel asleep was a blur. You never remember that you feel asleep on Karkat's shoulder. Cracking your neck, you open the floor-door and slowly climb down the latter.
Once you hit the last 3 or 4 steps you hop down and open the closet door, exiting. You walk down the hall way, leaning against the wall for support. You might have slept, but GOD where you tired still, like, physically. Groaning, you re-position your bow, which is, well, was lose.
You reach the stairs.
Stairs are your worst enemy.
Especially when you just wake up.
Muttering a "Uggrhh, COME ON.", you take your first step.
Whoops. You trip (A
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today, I cried.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
Inevitable (DirkxReaderxJake)AU!Zombie ApocalypseInevitable (DirkxReaderxJake)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dirk x Reader x Jake
(Name) continued to shake as she slumped beside her two friends, the adrenaline running through her veins kept her from truly calming down despite her exhaustion. The trio had just managed to outrun an unusually large horde of zombies.
She sighed and ran a gloved, trembling hand through her (length) hair. They had been extremely lucky this time. None of them had gotten a proper meal or a decent amount of sleep since the infection, as the media had called it, had finally spread to their town. She could remember watching news reports and seeing insane clips of infected individuals becoming feral and viciously devouring anyone near them.
To Type or to WriteWhen typing, it's fast.To Type or to Write5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While writing, there's class.
A question of choice.
Whether or not you choose,
There's nothing to lose.
So why bother?
Just write on whatever.
Sticks and StonesYou heard if sticks and stonesSticks and Stones2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
were ham-handedly tossed,
the bones may break
but the person would not
You heard words could never hurt,
so you tried throwing them too,
what the person had been through
And you continued tossing
not realizing you were wrong,
until one stone remained
when they could no longer hold on:
Words of a muteIt all started with youWords of a mute3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This obsession with pain
Although you had nothing
Nothing for you to gain
I tried to feign ignorance
Turns out I was too weak
Listening to your torments
I've forgotten how to speak
One night, the words got to me
Tears were tumbling down my face
My soul will never be the same
Anger has had it replaced
What?Two pairs of footsteps, runningWhat?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
VOICE 1 -"Oh shit!"
VOICE 2 - "Fuck, what was that?"
1 - "I don't know, I mean one minute, Jackson's right next to me, the next I'm covered in blood and gore, and he's gone! It's like he exploded!"
2 - "D'you think it has anything to do with the...."
1 - "The thing we saw earlier? No, I thought it might've been the work of QUEEN FUCKING ELIZABETH! OF COURSE THAT'S WHAT I THINK IT WAS!"
2 - "Keep it down, that....thing might be following us!"
Both footsteps slow down, then stop
1 - "What would something like that want with us?"
2 - "Dinner...."
1 - "Yeah, sounds appealing, the skinny bastard and the alcoholic smoking douchebag"
2 - "............"
1 - "Tim?"
1 - "Tim, you dick, where the fuck did you go?"
2 - "AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH"
A wet squelching sound follows the scream
1 - "TIM!"
1 - "Oh fuck, that's you, isn't it?"
1 - "I didn't want any of this to happen, ever! I just figured we'd go into the woods, dick about, get drunk, and h
Ode to TeaOde to TeaOde to Tea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tea, tea, a magical drink,
The more you drink, the more you think...
What if I should become a dinosaur,
A Pterodactyl, with a shrieking roar!
But no, that's not a tea type thing,
What if I was the queen, drinking with the king?
Yes, that's better, or an Asian maid,
Sitting in the sunset watching the Sakuras sway.
Or maybe it's three in the morning,
And papa's coffee's gone without warning,
He needs his shot of pure caffeine,
What could be better than that blackened sheen.
Steeped in a vat of boiling H2O,
Ready to get me ready to go,
For morn, noon, evening; all day,
Maybe a bit of lovely Earl Grey,
But I like my tea black as night,
Strong enough to make you cringe in spite,
But maybe I'll add a little honey,
Good for a sore throat and sick tummy,
Or should I be a young lady,
Sitting under a tree, making it shady,
And a little girl princess can drink with me,
A happy party, just we and tea.
Though, sometimes, I want to be alone,
So I might cry, or pout, or even moan,
As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED(Eridan)As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was back, sitting on the half-dry beach. Her eyes hardly left the ocean. I smiled slightly at myself, remembering when I had attempted to form a blackrom with her—at the time it was just an idiotic attempted to fill a quadrant; a pass that I regretted and the only rejection that I had actually been thankful to receive. She had been so stubborn about not leaving the beach the first time I saw her. I mistook the sheer will in her eyes for hatred. No troll I had ever met held a will like that. A few days passed before I asked her exactly what she was waiting for, speaking to her in a way that was sure to mirror what I had thought was hatred. She flashed me a devious smile and informed me she was waiting for Narwhalemom to come back and apologize. Immediately I suggested the blackrom. She was a land dweller and the sight of her would make my stomach feel uneasy. She laughed at me, cod I remembered that laugh well. It was anything but mocking and so care-free. She shook h
Tell Me Something - Chapter 1Tell Me Something - Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
(It is highly recommended that you read the Author's Notes below before reading this story.)
*** ~ Chapter 1: Heartless ~ ***
Weiss Schnee was a lot of things. A skilled Dust and sword wielder. An heiress. An ice princess. But contrary to popular belief, she was not heartless. While many of her fellow Beacon classmates dubbed her as such, that was simply their own misinterpretation of what was otherwise her annoyance of them. Yes, Weiss had a bit of an ego, but heartless? That was something she was not.
Ice blue eyes fixed on the source, Weiss frowning.
And because of the fact that she indeed had a heart, she was currently left in this uncomfortable... situation.
~ An hour ago ~
Weiss Schnee sighed heavily, the white haired heiress to the Schnee legacy rubbing the back of her neck in exhaustion. Today had been a long day, full of rowdy classmates, absurdly boring assignments, and don't even get her started about the ridiculous rumours spreading around B
Kankri x Reader x Mituna Kankri stared sadly out of the window to his small, but cozy hive. A few small, redKankri x Reader x Mituna2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
tinted tears managed to escape and slide down his cheeks. Plip, plip. His thoughts
were centered around you. The way you laughed and smiled. He'd never admit it, but
sometimes he would mention something triggering just to see that beautiful flush crawl its
way across your cheeks. Plip, plop The mutant buried his head farther in his plush
sweater, seeking comfort from the familiar clothing. A couple of knocks disturbed his self
wallowing, but a threat involving a lecture discouraged whoever stood on the other side of
the door. The troll sighed. He knew what the others said about him. He was Kranki Kankri,
the one who wouldn't shut up. If only they knew how much he had kept locked up inside.
****************FLASHBACK TO A FEW DAYS AGO WEOWEO******************
This was it, he was going to do it! Kankri was going to confess his red feelings
for you. Celibacy be darn
The knifeAThe knife2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
PoemsGone is what we used to be.Poems8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I regret it now; I finally see....
It's time to set these feelings free
That once almost destroyed me.
You probably don't think it's true,
But, yes, I was in love with you.
I just now realized that we're through,
And I think it's split my heart in two.
Even though I know we're over,
Sometimes I still look over my shoulder,
Hoping it's me that you're looking at, though you're holding her.
I can feel my heart freeze.....It gets colder and colder.
One day soon it will break,
But what difference does it make?
I have realized my mistake,
But, alas, it is too late.
To have ever loved in the first place
Was what brought me to such disgrace.
By staying here, I'm losing face.
By leaving, my hopes go to waste.
I won't try to get back together;
I don't think that would work, not ever,
But losing you's got me feeling rather
Not quite right....under the weather.
I know you may not get this letter;
That's probably for the better,
And while my rhyming scheme's not clever,
Burning Out, and Falling FastYou're sitting in your parents' old corvette (if you had bothered to check, you'd know it was older than you), flicking your eyes between a lighter in one hand, and a box of matches in the other. You forget when fire became such a need, a distraction.Burning Out, and Falling Fast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spencer is right beside you in the car, his fingers stroking idly at your forearm, watching you with hooded green eyes.
"If you want to die," he says, "then just kill yourself, but do it with style."
You met The Boy Under the Sycamore Tree when you were four. Your mom encouraged you to go see the lonely boy, and when you first went over to him, he ignored you. The Boy Under the Tree, that's what you called him for the first day you knew him, was a little older than you with dark hair and smoky green eyes.
With encouraging looks from your folks, you walked right next to him and sat down, pressing your back against the tree's rough trunk.
DaddyPink ruffles flow in the breeze,Daddy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She chooses a crayon with a feeling of ease.
With three circles, a stroke, and then another,
She draws herself, her mother, and her father.
Hoisting her prize high in the air,
She sprints back inside, wind whipping her hair.
On a very important mission,
She finds her mother in the kitchen.
It doesn't take her very long,
To realize something's deadly wrong.
Her mother's hunched over in her chair,
Weeping out of sheer despair.
She shows her mom her family drawing,
Who smiles and holds her little girl with longing.
Her mom leans down and kisses her head,
Then gently whispers, "Time to go to bed."
Walking to her room in all but a hurry,
She wonders why she has to sleep early.
Little does the innocent girl know,
Her daddy's never coming home.
FrostbiteNumbnessFrostbite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t feel my toes and at first I think
It’s just my toes.
I can cover them up.
I can warm them.
It spreads, like fire,
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
That’s funny, I didn’t feel that
Maybe I’ll cover them up too
I’ll warm them up.
I’ll take a nap
Maybe a short rest will make it all better, warm them
What’s that? How long has it been?
My legs… are you still mine..
Why has my breath left me, short?
Has everything but deserted me?
What about you, are you still here?
Are you still with me?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
The devil's danceI can hear their sneersThe devil's dance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see their eyes
I can taste their repulse
Their transparent disguise
The devils are watching
They are everywhere
Waiting for a mistake
The fire ready to fucking flare
Burning us to ashes
Rising slowly - the smoke
Their eyes dangerously glint
Their merciless side evoked
My body lies unmoving
Covered with burns and cuts
The devils seductively dance
The dance of death - they strut