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.
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
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
a meaningful poem about nothing.this is a poem about how fixing peoplea meaningful poem about nothing.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not romantic.
we’re not meant to be somebody’s answer,
we’re not meant to make someone feel alive again.
this is a poem about why you shouldn’t kiss him
because he’s broken
because you want to save him.
save yourself first.
kiss him because he holds a place in your heart, not
because he's the only thing making it pump.
kiss him because he’s in your life, not because
he is your life.
hold him, but don’t hold onto him because you believe
(get to dry land first.)
this is a poem about how i find poetry in everything.
breakups. my dad telling me i mattered.
nightmares. my neighbor’s insomnia.
how it drove him crazy.
how he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to fix it.
my neighbor’s funeral.
this is a poem about the split-apart theory.
the idea was that when humanity became arrogant
toward the gods, we were split in two
and were doomed to spend our live
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
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
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
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
TFLN-FF7 File NameFinal Fantasy Seven: TFLN CuesTFLN-FF7 File Name5 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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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 gain5 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 "
on being sorrythere are days when the beauty in me is suffocated by the senseless rage in you. i sense this rage in you. i watched you unfold into something i could hold on to, something that grew and made sense. i watched you pick a dead butterfly up from the ground and then you gave it to me and i kept it for the longest time, over a year, and i still have part of it. i watched you climb a mountain and hold the sky in your mouth. you gave that to me too. i watched you water me until i grew right alongside you. we were an unbreakable pair. roots all tangled in with each other. i watched you cry because you loved me so much. i cried too. i watched you make mistakes, and i made some too. i forgave you, and you forgave me too. you were the most beautiful thing i ever saw. the tallest, brightest, widest soul i will ever hold. but you are dark somewhere in there.on being sorry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i watched you stumble onto yourself. your heart is very clumsy. you are unforeseeable, you are table toppling on children's feet. i can't brea
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
on hindsightif you would have told meon hindsight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will love you conditionally,
when i am feeling good, but not too good
because when i feel my very best i will
not need you, when i am feeling bad,
but not too bad because at my very worst
i will hate you.
i will stand with you provisionally,
so long as i do not have to stand very long
and i can take breaks from you as i please-
i will look into you tentatively
and reach the decision that i am better than you,
that you are one big fucking joke, that i have
a higher calling to marijuana and making
temporary homes inside of nice, but stupid
if you had told me that now when we talk
it's only because you want to know who i'm fucking
and where i'm at and what i'm doing not because
you care about me, but because somewhere in the
back of your mind you claimed me and even though
you are not stepping up to fill your position as
high conqueror of my cunt, you expect me not
to look for satisfaction elsewhere.
if you had told me that i would waste the past few m