My LoveI have missed you.My Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were the only thing that kept me sane
And allowed me to express my true self
Without fear of judgment by ignorance.
You are the only one who I can talk to
About my problems
And my insecurities.
You are willing to listen to all that;
Letting my rant spill onto you.
I am happy we are together again,
I know I will need your help now more than ever.
I want to change who I am for the better,
So I can love myself
So I can love others.
Shadow Link X Stolen Princess!Reader X Link pt.3PREVIOUSLY~Shadow Link X Stolen Princess!Reader X Link pt.37 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please Link...save my sister...that's my last request..."Then Ciela's light died down and she fell to the ground.Link took this very hard,and buried her near the temple of courage.
"I..won't fail you..."Link finished before,heading towards the temple he had yet to go to...."
You were done with your tempting and ended up having the keys in your mouth.
'Thank Zelda he didn't do anything else involving my mouth...'That thought made you shiver...You didn't actually mind Shadow,but when showing "affection" you wished you weren't there...You knew he was trying to be a good person,but his actions weren't actually for a good cause...You made sure he left for good.That's when you got up and tried opening the door.
"Leaving so soon?" Somebody stated, scaring the hell out of you.
"Um,no just wanted to to walk...around.."You replied ,looking at the dirty ground.
Dark Zelda's laugh boomed the desolated halls.She gave you a type of you're-think-I'm-stupid of look.
My Lover...My lover painted me the moon, a dark and navy sky...My Lover...3 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...
Disney Prince Therapy -Script(The time is precisely 9:00 A.M. and we find ourselves in an upper room of the Team Disney animation building. A band of chairs form a circle in the center of the room, as the Disney royal men all sit in on their first therapy session, awkwardly gazing at one another. Two years of married life has changed each one of them a bit. Snow's Prince, not giving one wit about his personal grooming, wears a pair of plain unkempt sweatpants to match his shaggy tangled hair. He sports a baggy t-shirt with the logo "Someone's In The Kitchen With Snow." Charming's outfit in comparison is far more grand. A sparkling golden sash is draped across his chest and a monocle dangles from his crème colored military pocket. Likewise, Milo is clothed in his full royal Atlantean outfit of deep sea blue. Complimenting, Adam is dressed in his full Baroque suit, his long mane of auburn hair tied into a braid over his shoulder. Eric has grown a bit more rugged from travels on the high seas, sporting a bit ofDisney Prince Therapy -Script6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
happyhappy10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is so strange to wake up and be glad to see another day
It is so unusual to smile over next to nothing
It is so hard to act as though nothing lights up my life
So hard to pretend that I don't love you
It is so crazy to believe that some one may be right for me
That I may be able to feel so happy
To think only of you my every waking moment
To want to make you smile at every second
To want to steal the world for you
If you asked for it I would do my best to get it
If you demanded my action
I would do my best to perform
I would die at a word or live for eternity just to see light in your eyes
I live to see you happy
To see you safe from harm
And I would be happy too
If I had you here in my arms
It feels so strange to feel so elated
To be in such agonizing ecstasy
I feel so happy
But I'd be happier to hold you in my arms
Raven Marie Shadows....
resistanceThe key to happiness is to always be fucking somethingresistance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am incapable
because I let it
go only to a certain point
arrhythmia is a tremor,
a Malthusian catastrophe
less solvent than snow.
The renegade who serves
my synapse sequences knows
this, and she develops fevers
to quell my dependence on
our forest of censored souls.
Mine is a passive immunity.
She makes tsetse flies,
fills them with blinks,
and releases them as impulses
that vaccinate my love against
the hurting. I'm not so deep
and I know nothing of suffering.
love notes on paper lungs[dear boy-with-the-piano-fingers,love notes on paper lungs3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
just between you and me, your smile makes my lungs crinkle up like paper and for an instant i forget how to breathe.]
[dear my lovely you, sometimes my words come out jumbled when all i want to say is i love you.]
[you smell like the ocean or maybe like a jazz club at night when the air is blue and thick with smoke and everyone's together but alone at the same time and the music's so smooth you feel like you could touch it. it's a good smell.]
[i love it when i kiss your collarbones and your fingers brush my hip bones and we stay frozen in that moment so that we're nothing more than heartbeats and rustles and breath.]
[you make me shine.]
[pinky promise you'll always be mine.]
fireweedi have planted my city heart in the dustfireweed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and set it aflame.
my new one can taste the wind's origins,
it knows how to ponder heavy thoughts with dark clouds,
it knows the motives behind the rain drop's dances.
the sun was eating my skin but
no matter, i can regrow.
i could feel the quivering earth in the bees' hum and
the rhythm of each passing second in the ants' march.
i wanted to tell you i love you because
in all the beautiful expanses of raw earth and passion i have never seen a face so fine.
it is four at dawn and the world is tumbling,
lights and numbers are exploding,
we are dying,
time is not waiting.
people are always gone when you need them the most,
and i hate you.
this is the world's fault.
can you take my hand,
can we tread to where fireweed is free to grow,
where souls are pure and life is love,
oh can we.
in another life,
i will learn to sing with the grasshoppers,
for i have heard the earth speak.
four links x reader x shadow link part 2four links x reader x shadow link part 27 months ago in Romance More Like This
I walked around what I have learnt to know as castle town. Ever since I had joined this world I had learned that this was hyrule and that link and Zelda and every enemy, villagers were alive and breathing here. I didn’t really want to tell anyone about my problems because they would probably think I was crazy, so I kept to myself. In the first week of being ‘stuck’ here I accepted the fate that I weren’t leaving anytime soon so I went rupee collecting, after about killing a couple of monsters with a old battered sword that I had found. I went and brought myself some proper clothes and armoury, like you would do in the game itself. I geared myself with an iron sword which was (f/c) and (f/c) shield and a (f/c) tunic, things were looking up for me, and also I made a companion. Stray wolves which I called storm do to how grey his
eventually.i remember to use my voice only when i need it least.eventually.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stuttering, stammering, i am the suicidal yet soul bearing spitting out of syllables;
sputum and spokes of cilia heavily coat every word being uttered by a mouth- yours.
A gaping hole i have often found myself lost and found in,
time and time again.
the laundry my sick, cyclical psyche impedes upon itself;
bleach self-medication must be provided accordingly.
we want so hard to believe there had never, ever, been stains;
we live placebo li(v)es.
i am residue of a bubbling cauldron morphed into an epic (yes, heroic in deed and love),
i spill over; fire fazed, i finally face the cooling rigor mortis
ah! such affinity can be found in the word 'cooling',
it is what makes the rigor mortis palatable mind you.
as such is the earth's crust forevermore in need of cooling,
also is the heated passion of entwined souls and their capsules.
we become but a splatter of secret sauce- sweet, sour, spicy,
born to dieit has been a yearborn to die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since you have made me cry
always being second
eats at your bones
and low standards
lead me nowhere
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 fifteen2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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 Story5 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
the last poem i will ever write for you.last springthe last poem i will ever write for you.2 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
The Easiest Way to Clean - Levi x Reader.The Easiest Way to Clean - Levi x ReaderThe Easiest Way to Clean - Levi x Reader.9 months ago in Romance More Like This
It was just another day surviving the titan's wrath, like any other. The expedition was tomorrow, and boy were you nervous. You were a newbie to the Special Operations Squad, specially picked by Lance Corporal Levi. You respected your squad leader - considering he was humanity's strongest it wasn't hard not to. He was powerful, handsome and strongly believed in discipline but his apathetic, blunt demeanour makes him hard to keep for company. You feared to even start a conversation with him, always expecting that if you did, you would receive some uninteresting and vague reply or just an agitated grunt. Corporal Levi is also completely obsessed with keeping things clean and tidy. Well, you assume so as his uniform is always spotless every time you see it anyway and you swear you've heard some of the 104th cadets mention something about him being a "clean freak", or the "mini dusting fairy".
Lunch had finally made its way to the present time and y
I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.I can't even pretend things are simple anymore.I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true.
It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a thunderstorm to wash everything away.
It's the meteorological equivalent to a clean break. Faster to heal -- or at least, that's what they say.
The lightning is tearing across the sky, cutting through the darkness like a crack in the atmospheric layers. I'm staring at this like I half expect all the air to disappear around me while the world disinte
The Mad Hatter's SwordWell now, this was quite, as Alice would say, curious. There was no reason that the thing now in his hands should be in the possession of a Hatter, Mad or otherwise. He looked down at the long blade and began laughing. He couldn't help, he didn't fight, he made hats--or drank tea, sometimes it was hard to remember which--the very idea of wielding a sword was crazy, utterly mad. He remembered why he had the sword and stopped laughing.The Mad Hatter's Sword4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He regretted it sometimes, acquiring the weapon. It wasn't the sort of thing he would do under normal circumstances, but circumstances were quickly changing. If things kept going as they were, not even his tea party would remain peaceful. Not that he'd been defenseless before, he had his little tricks to get him out of any tight spots he found himself in. But that's all they were, tricks, of little use in a real battle. The Cheshire cat had reluctantly agreed to give it to him in exchange for his hat, stealing it back from the tricky feline had been
SafetyTell me you love me.Safety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A permanent tally on my arm
marks each time.
I wear them proudly,
because they remind me...
how safe I am with you.
my heart is lawi called to you,my heart is law3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the waterside.
the days we spent, in
trying to figure
out just how far down
the ocean really went,
just how many
bird-eyed creatures called the waves
and if our hearts and secrets
blended to the
defeaning, deepening blue.
i meant to write a letter -
i meant to write a letter
and send it to the proper address
and wait for a reply, like
the good girl that i am, or was.
i could blame the government,
a state-wide hurricane,
my dead aunt and her bankrupt
husband, my harried mother.
(perhaps you still loved
the concept i had left
behind, but we both knew i
could never get
Tavros Nitram x Reader: CuteYour name is ______ and you are currently very confused. About a month ago, you had gotten caught in the rift that Jade opened and had been pulled from your own session into this one. You are so confused about everything. You still have a lot to learn about this session, and you are starting with the trolls. Since you have the most to learn about them, you figured you would get all the extra weird stuff out of the way first.Tavros Nitram x Reader: Cute1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The first troll you met was Tavros, the adorable sweetheart. He was just so cute and unsure of himself. You wished that he would be more confident, if only to help himself, but you still thought he was perfect. And unlike Vriska, you didn't think he was useless. He wasn't stupid, just nervous. Which was understandable for anyone that had to hang around with this bunch of oddballs on top of the general stress of the game itself. Heck, you were a little nervous and you were really confident about everything. So, you didn't hold it against him. Besides, who could ever
Misunderstood (RussiaXReader) - Part 2Alfred F. Jones had asked you to the Valentine’s Day dance.Misunderstood (RussiaXReader) - Part 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He’d asked you out.
He asked you out. To a dance. In public, in the midst of the entire school. Out of dozens and possibly hundreds of girls, he’d chosen you.
Was this a dream? Or even worse, was it a prank?
It wouldn’t come as a surprise to you if the school’s most popular boy had asked you out to simply push you away at the dance into a dark corner and leave you stewing with frustration as he went to dance with another girl and laugh with his friends at how he’d managed to trick the school’s biggest loser into “going out” with him. It wouldn’t be a surprise at all—no, not at all!—if you were simply the subject of a stupid joke.
“Hey, (Name)? You still there? So is it a yes or a no? You coming with me to the dance?”
“Y-Yes…?” You bit your lip slightly, wondering how to answer this question. On one hand, this could all
four links x reader x shadow link part 1four links x reader x shadow link part 17 months ago in Romance More Like This
(This is when the legend of Zelda: four swords came out, so when I say the new game just knows you are back in 2004 also everything will be based of the mange book of the game)
I sat in my parent’s black BMW; we were on our way to the game store. I was looking forward to buying the new legend of Zelda game. I had saved for months to get the game and after Christmas I had more then enough to get the game. My parents pulled up by the nearby game store and bid me farewell. “Okay _____, remember to go straight home after you brought the game,” my mother commanded. I nodded and turned to go into the game store when suddenly my father called my name, “______, we will be home by 4pm this afternoon. Make sure to lock the doors when you get home.” He said, I nodded and gave him one of my awards winning smiles then entered the game store. I quickly ran towards the shelf where the game had been placed. Before even thinking I grabbed the game off the shelf. Slam
Just a Fashion?Emo. We've heard this term for years. I don't exactly remember when it actually started, but I didn't personally hear of it until my sophomore year. All we had was punk and gothic, but now gothic and emo are completely confused with each other. And now I'm ashamed whenever people accuse ME of being emo because they don't know the difference. Not even Southpark knows the difference.Just a Fashion?1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The problem is, emo is associated with "emotion," but a depressed emotion at that. When people think of emo, they think swoopy haircut colored black, black clothing with occasional stripes, plaid, checkers, etc., hate for the sunlight, hating EVERYTHING, and writing depressing poems... oh, and cutting yourself! This is the problem...
There are people who do all these things that are not emo. I knew a very popular girl in 8th grade, Courtnie (yes, with an i), and she confided in me that she cut herself too, showing me her marks. Mind you, this was your stereotypical preppy ditz that was pretty much better tha