Frozen: The Icebound ProphecyFrozen: The Icebound Prophecy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A princess with powers over the Cold.
a power from ancestors centuries old
When she ascends to be Queen of the kingdom,
her frosty power will unleash something fearsome.
Winter eternal will change the land's form.
Frost and snow will spread in the storm.
The curse of the Cold can be broken
by love long hidden and never spoken.
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.Dear Poetry,2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
King Candy Knows BestKing Candy: ... Well! I thought he'd never leave.King Candy Knows Best3 years ago in Humor More Like This
King Candy: Hello, dear.
Vanellope: But, I I-I-I don't... How did you find me--
King Candy: *hugs* Oh it was eathy, really. I jutht listened to the sound of complete, utter betrayal and followed that.
Vanellope: *sigh* Dad...
King Candy: We're going home, Vanellope. Now.
Vanellope: Y-You don't understand! I've been on this awesome journey and I've learned so much...
King Candy: *raises an eyebrow*
Vanellope: ... I even met someone!
King Candy: *being sarcastic* Yeth, yeth, that halitothith riddling wrecker, I'm tho proud of you. C'mon, let'th go, Vanellope.
Vanellope: No, wait! I think... I think he likes me.
King Candy: Liketh you? Pleathe, Vanellope. That'th demented! This ith why you never should've left!
Vanellope: ...? *glitches*
King Candy: Dear, thith whole romanthe you've invented, it justh proveth you're too naïve to be here! Come now, why in Sugar Rush would he like you? I mean, really. Look at you! You
Relax Doll: 2P EnglandXReader"It's not often you invite me over for tea, Arthur!" you chirped.Relax Doll: 2P EnglandXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur smiled. He had given you tea and treats that he insisted that he made himself but you swore they had to have been made by Austria because they looked flawless and tasted delicious. When you had asked who made them he said he did but you knew for a fact that England's cooking skills were lacking in the department but he could make good tea and biscuits so perhaps cupcakes fell in that category as well? But England just laughed and giggled to himself, as if you had told him some sort of joke when you told him how good the cupcakes and tea were. You didn't see what was so funny. Perhaps his faery friends were telling him jokes. What worried you was if they were making fun of you. Since you couldn't see them, they could very well be mocking you with you in the room and you would never be able to tell. You hoped not. You had a crush on England. You were hoping that this spontaneous tea time was a chance for you t
Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary BlitzWith a rather long checklist in hand, Prince Gumball paced before the massive double doors of the palace's grand dining room. Trying to calm her majesty's fraught nerves, Peppermint Maid followed closely behind him, trying to assure him that everything would be alright. Gumball had been worrying himself into a tizzy for the past week, planning and scratching and re-planning the impending evening, but each time he thought he'd gotten things settled, he'd second guess himself and start over; the whole process was very demanding on not only the young prince, but also his waiting staff.Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary Blitz3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His original idea had been to turn the affair into a grand gala; a regal affair with beautiful gowns and clean-cut suits. The food would be exquisite, the wine rich, and the company cut from the highest tier of society. But as he was in the midst of organizing an extravagant feast, he stopped and rethought the entire event. Completely disregarding his o
FFVII ChildSummary: My name is Zack Sephiroth Cloud Reno Crescent .and I was unfortunately born to FFVII fanatical parents. This is my story.FFVII Child6 years ago in Humor More Like This
My mom no, Mother, as she would only allow me to address her, was always the more strict (and by that I mean insane) of my parents, but my dad wasn't exactly normal either. By any means, no
When I was really little, just a baby, I remember my baths. They were nice and calm, yes, but I wasn't washed in normal water or even a bubble baths. Instead, I distinctly remember the water being greenish blue. I still have the rubber chocobo that I played with. And when it came time for bed, I remember being dressed in dark blue pajamas. They weren't your average fleece or flannel with a cartoon teddy bear's face on it, no. My pajamas was the SOLDIER uniform, complete with soft cloth pauldrons. Every night, I would fall asleep with my moogle plush doll next to me and One Winged Angel playing in the background. A normal baby would have
Accursed WombYao's hands are bleeding.Accursed Womb4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They are cracked, and he stares at them, enchantedhe does not lift his eyes, as the shouting begins and the halberd is pointed; more shouting, and he finally gazes upward to see the tyrant run through; his eyes watch as Dong Zhuo thumps down, squirting blood, squeezing through robes and fat.
The cheer goes upthe tyrant, who has pillaged villages and defiled women, ceaselessly, ceaselessly, is gone and done for.
Yao takes action then, as Dong Zhuo's foster son and murderer Lu Bu raises his headYao moves, unsheathing his jian and twirling it to feel it, storming after the others as the tyrant's home is cracked open to the air, as the tyrant's venerable mother cries that she knew this would be so
There is a child. Yao cuts it down before turning back to the dowager. This is not the first time he has done this, and so he is used to this. He grits his teeth, still.
Despite his numbness towards this scene, the child's screams pierce his heart
Criminal (Levi x Reader) Chapter 12Criminal (Levi x Reader) Chapter 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
You froze as the two men stared each other down, Erwin with unwavering confidence, Levi with barely restrained anger.
“What is he doing here?” Levi snarled again.
You pulled your hands out of Erwin’s grasp and rushed to Levi’s side, but you were too late. The shorter man had already stridden forward, fists clenched and his face set with determination and fury. Erwin stood to meet him, expression grim, blue eyes never leaving those of the advancing man. Levi stopped before the Commander, gazing up into the face of the towering blonde soldier. Despite the obvious height difference, Levi stood as if he was ten feet tall, and Erwin faced him with a look that exuded a confidence that would intimidate any man. But Levi wasn’t any man.
Levi’s fists clenched. You opened your mouth in an attempt to dissuade him, but Erwin beat you to the punch.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said softly. “I could have you arrested at any
That A Promise Doll FaceThat A Promise Doll Face2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That A Promise Doll Face
2P!America x Reader
Hi everyone so this is a new story I'm working on and it may not be that good >A
Warmth - drabble“Stormfly, still,” Astrid commanded. The Nadder’s fidgeting barely halted but her rider still managed to get one of the three saddle straps undone.Warmth - drabble2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey,” Astrid called out as she worked. “Let’s check out the Ice Gorges next time. I hear there are some edible wild berries in those parts. We’ve pretty much exhausted all of Berk’s by now…”
She kept her focus on maneuvering around the next set of buckles, even as Hiccup’s voice rose to respond from the other side of his dragon.
“I thought you said it was too close to Villainy?”
Astrid’s shrugged. ”Eh, I wasn’t sure you could keep up before. I think we can give it a go next time we’re in the area.”
There was a pause and then, slow and uncertain, Hiccup repeated her words.
“You weren’t sure I could keep up?”
Astrid bit her lip to keep from smiling. His voice always dipped in
Meeting the Family: Chapter 3 (Levi x Reader)You look nervously between your Mom, Dad, and Levi. There’s a very awkward moment where no one says anything.Meeting the Family: Chapter 3 (Levi x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then, to your surprise, Levi makes the first move.
“Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. _______.” My name is Levi, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Levi says, holding his hand out to them. Huh? You weren’t aware that Levi could be so smooth or polite, judging by the way he talked to Erwin or the other squad leaders.
Mom and Dad smile and they each shake Levi’s hands. “It’s very nice to meet you Captain Levi. We’ve heard a lot about you.” Mom says, smiling at him. “Please, come in!” Dad steps back, giving you and Levi room to squeeze by and enter the house.
You pass through the door, and your heart twists in your chest. The house even smells the same; like wood, baked goods, and spices.
Mom and Dad follow after you, and Mom gives you a giant hug, almost cracking your ribs.
TFLN-FF7 File NameFinal Fantasy Seven: TFLN CuesTFLN-FF7 File Name6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Texts from Last Night)
BETA: None not for this.
Cue: I do not anticipate a passing grade
Warning: The real reason the Cloud didn't make it into SOLDIER. Language! Tsk, tsk Cloud is a potty mouth.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Cloud and Zack
I am so SCREWED!
Zack had to check again who it was that had sent him the message. It was usually Reno that sent him stuff like this not Cloud.
Zack contemplated the message before responding with a simple question mark.
~maybe he forgot to return a library book on time~
He couldn't think of anything that Cloud would do to get himself into trouble. He was almost too shy to be in the infantry, as it was. The worst he ha
Peter Panxx - o1 - xxxxPeter Pan8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He's dirty. Filthy clothes, filthy habits, filthy manners. I can see the grime beneath his fingernails when he walks, when he speaks; it's all I see. Dirt beneath his fingernails. I wonder who he really is.
There is nothing nice about him. Nothing to like about him. His voice is rough, his hair is matted. He never takes care of himself because no one tells him he's worth it. Everyone is worth it. But no one tells him. No one.
xx - o2 - xxxx
A ribbon is braided into his hair. Blue, like his eyes, like mine. I don't ask about it, I won't. Still no one tells him he is better than he thinks. Better than they think. Better than I think.
There's still dirt beneath his fingernails.
xx - o3 - xxxx
I realize he likes trees. This will continue to prove problematic for some time.
xx - o4 - xxxx
He seems to be clever. Completely uneducated, but intelligent. I can't reason with him, I can't philosophize with him, but I can feel for him. I can reach him. I read the pain in his eyes be
on leaving it behindi stillon leaving it behind3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this might appall you
or agonize you but i do.
i remember still evenings
with little to exchange besides
heartbeats and breathing patterns.
i remember soft afternoons
with my back raking against the carpet
leaving sporadic scars and stitches of memory.
i remember dark roads, and darker rains.
i remember a longer faith and a shorter pain.
the wounds are not as fresh, they do not sting,
but they ache and the few times i hear your voice
wedges your fingers in my brain and i can feel the cake
of neglected cum stains and i can hear the desperation in
the small whimper of my name and the way it was hard for your
breath to escape and my mind is running on thin rails, paper train,
and all i ever wanted from you was a home, not a place.
you would finger fuck me in the movie theater
and i would squirm and you would laugh because
i am not so good at keeping quiet. and all it would take
was a look from me or my hand up your knee or my lip under my
teeth and your eyes would
Birds of a Feather: Sam WilsonxTeen!Reader Alleys in D.C. weren't the premier place to hang out.Birds of a Feather: Sam WilsonxTeen!Reader 1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Unless, of course, you were into alley intercourse, or if you were a homeless kid who was particularly good at mugging people.
You were the latter.
16 years old, dressed in a black hoodie with a partially ripped back, jeans, black leather gloves, ragged skateboard shoes, as well as tactical goggles with one cracked lens and a face mask that didn't quite fit you, prowling alleyways with a knife in your hand. No one in their right mind ever came near you.
It was late afternoon, a little after rush hour in Washington Highlands. You sat on a 3rd floor fire escape of an abandoned apartment building, goggles and mask off, sorting through today's loot from your raid in the main part of D.C.: A few nice rings, a wallet with fifty bucks cash, a platinum bracelet, a designer purse with an iPhone and money, and lastly, a few shopping bags with flannel shirts and a pair of designer combat boots.
You smiled to yourself. After four years of runni
My Lover...My lover painted me the moon, a dark and navy sky...My Lover...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My lover is a goddess, with blonde hair, deep blue eyes...
My lover isn't perfect, she tells me everyday...
My lover falls to silence, when I whisper "It's okay..."
My lover is an artist, who paints my moonlit night...
My lover is my angel, with sacred wings of light...
My lover is my only friend, she means so much to me...
My lover, has my heart and soul, the only girl for me...
Levi x Reader- Love me - Chapter 6Levi x Reader- Love me - Chapter 62 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 6: Basic Manners
When you had finally finished your transformation fom a girl to looking as a 'guy', Levi had made you clean all the squad leaders rooms, including his. Actually you didn’t really need to do much to his, he was a clean freak after all, and it wasn’t surprising that even dust was afraid of him.
After you had cleaned properly(According to his criticism) you were made to clean everyone in the Levi Squad boots. You growled remembering the sadistic tone Levi had used when he gave you more cleaning duties. You were now heading towards Petra’s room to grab her boots.
You knocked on the door a little to hard, still not letting go of your anger. Because seriously! He could have at least been nicer to you since you were in his squad now….
You heard Petra ask in a really sweet and sleepy tone while opening the door. There was a crack on the door and a sleepy eye was looking lazily at who was it
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
Black Rabbit - Part fifteenShiloh sat on the mass of red comforters and pillows in his bedroom, propped up against the headboard, staring across the room at the numerous photos plastered onto the far wall in messy discord as he munched the box of crisps in his lap. He dug his hand deep into the cardboard container, the plastic crinkling; he was nearly to the crumbs and he was still hungry. But it was one of the highest protein things they actually still had at his auntie’s, besides the icky greenery kept away in the veggie drawer downstairs- hidden in the towering fridge. He gave a small little sigh, eyeing the little black cell propped on the whale pillow beside his leg. He really started to miss Casey; they hadn't seen each other in days...well more like three weeks and four extra days to tack on. But he felt needy and afraid that Casey would push him away if he got too close; he loved that angsty raven, but he was scared that he may love him too much and didn’t want to scare him off. All heBlack Rabbit - Part fifteen3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Too Darn LuckyToo Darn Lucky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Willet Fanfiction Project
Title: Too Darn Lucky
Summary: As he watched her sleep in the light of the moon, Wilbur thought being too darn lucky doesn't even describe it.
Author's note: This fic is independent to my other Willet fic. I'm getting a fever on a pairing that would never officially happen. As much as I wanted to, I can only commit myself to one-shots and not on chaptered ones.
Sometimes he would wonder if things happen for a reason.
Having waked up from his slumber, he had sat up in a daze, wondering why he is more or less alert in the dead of the night. It was probably from the lingering effects of the coffee patches, but whatever it is, he was glad he did when he saw the other side of their bed.
She lay there on her side, facing him. The light of the full moon shone from their bedroom window and into her side of the bed. Her dark-bluish hair gave sheen from the moon light as it lay sprawled around her shoulders and framed her young face that is for now peaceful.
Latvia's weight gainLatvia had always been the smallest of the Baltic's. He had always been the shortest, the over looked, the most nervous, the most ignored.Latvia's weight gain6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Except in Russia's eyes. In Russia's eyes, Latvia was the perfect toy to play with. Latvia would always come when he called, always ask "how high" when Russia said "jump" and he would always eat when Russia told him to eat.
Just like a good little puppy.
And when the Soviet Union fell, and America's influence started to spread its poison around Russia's home, Ivan grew angry. As with any strong emotion the comfort came from food.
Burgers, fries, milkshakes, even food from Latvia's native home, Ivan forced the little nation to eat it all. He loved seeing the tiny blond cry with his cheeks puffed with the flavorless slop, loved the way the buttons grew strained against his ever expanding belly, loved the way he was still in control.
"I-I've eaten too much " Latvia sobbed, spreading his legs apart for some relief. "no-no more please "
The Pillow Girl - WG Story The first time I ever did it was with Lily when we were in third grade. We were laying on my bed watching the episode of Tiny Toons where Buster Bunny takes all this food and stuffs Babs until her belly gets really huge and she can't move. I took one of the pillows from my bed and stuffed it in my shirt. Lily did the same thing, and we pretended to be really fat and we bumped our bellies together.The Pillow Girl - WG Story7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
I would stuff myself with pillows once in awhile because it felt so good. One time I was doing it alone in my room and my mom walked in.
Danica, you're so silly. Take that pillow out. You'll ruin the shirt that I just bought you.
I was ashamed, so after that, I was careful not to let anyone see me pillow stuffing. I didn't want
mapping the ache.She learned anatomy when he broke her heart. She liked how she could track the stinging, burning pain as it delved deeper into her. Starting in her throat, a heavy lump that wouldn't move anymore than a cm a day. it would travel through her veins, like back lanes, leaving behind big clouds of exhaust fumes that make her skin tarnish, and her blood thicken. the pain, gets a little stronger. moves a little further. with her bones structure mapped and blown up on the wall across from her bed, she woke up each morning, and closed her eyes. she sat quiet and still with breath held, trying to pinpoint the pain. she'd trace the wall and place a small gold star where is had reached that day. it was quite beautiful really. this skeletal system, scattered with little stars. her own constellation.mapping the ache.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
it was a realisation that everything can be traced back to her heart. it beats and bleeds and aches and yearns and everything it feels is shot through your synapses and
the last poem i will ever write for you.last springthe last poem i will ever write for you.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(after almost a year)
you lost me when
you fell into a venus fly trap.
there was even a sign saying
'THIS IS NOT A VENUS FLY TRAP'
and i believed it. i am so
sorry. you are a rose.
and what you couldn't say,
you spoke with your blood-shot
eyes leaking blood-clear tears
and i believed you because
you meant it.
i painted you turtles.
you pulled my hair.
we wasted gas and blew money on cigarettes.
we fucked like we breathed- erratic,
and savored. you held small
secrets that only i knew. we
promised to get married and
hump each other senseless.
we went hiking
and before we left
you had to have me on
your living room floor.
i had not seen you in a week
and all the messes we made were
cleansed in a semen-salty bath.
on the mountain-
we stopped at every bench for a
cigarette because we were out of
breath. we never made much sense in
the first place and i went down on you in the wilderness
because at that altitude you have to go down
somewhere. you hel