Frozen: The Icebound ProphecyFrozen: The Icebound Prophecy1 year 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.
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
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,1 year 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.
Prom Disaster Chapter 38 Eggman attacked on the sixth day. But it wasn't the blue hero he attacked.Prom Disaster Chapter 384 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Perfect!" Sonic cried happily after a call from the police on Eggman's location, "Eggy's attacking again!"
"And that's a good thing?" Cream asked, wincing as Amy bent and straightened her arm. It wasn't broken, or even sprained like they thought; just bruised real bad.
"Don't you see?" sonic asked, "After we defeat Eggman, he'll run away to his base "
" and that's where Shelby and Lindsey's bracelet will be!" Tails exclaimed!
"Exactly, little bro!"
"Let's go then!" Knuckled said.
Eggman was in the Mystic Ruins on top of a cliff. And he wasn't alone. In front of him stood what looked like a blue mix of a wolf and a hedgehog. The Sonic Team
FFVII ChildSummary: My name is Zack Sephiroth Cloud Reno Crescent .and I was unfortunately born to FFVII fanatical parents. This is my story.FFVII Child5 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
King Candy Knows BestKing Candy: ... Well! I thought he'd never leave.King Candy Knows Best2 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 na´ve to be here! Come now, why in Sugar Rush would he like you? I mean, really. Look at you! You
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
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 4 months 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
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 "
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.3 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.
Prom15e to 13elieve - Poem.Prom15e to 13elieve - Poem.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People say that there are not that many Wonder Boys,
But I can simply say that that's a Love Disease,
And they'll have to say Sorry, Sorry.
Happiness isn't a Miracle,
It comes from Dancing Out and Shaking it Up when times are looking down.
Are you ready?
This is a Song for You,
To tell you Why I Like You.
So Smile and know that the beautiful Shining Star,
My Heartquake will forever go Boom Boom,
So know this Mr. Simple, I'm Yours, and you're My Everything.
The Moon Represents My Heart.
I'll Listen to You, Run to You,
And show you Between Right and Wrong.
I'll never give you my Resignation,
This is Who I Am,
I'm your Super Girl,
And you're my Super Man.
There is only one Way for Love,
During this Endless Moment,
Let's Keep in Touch.
There is no Reset.
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 Story6 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
[untitled]she'll sit alone in her room[untitled]3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
imagining through closed curtains
a world where she could
shed her worries like socks in summer.
she'll sit alone in her room
her head's on a shoulder
she's held in her arms.
"i love you. i love you."
"you don't have to be alone."
RealKatnissReal4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stand here, in front of the glass mirror in my old house in the Victor's Village. After District 12 was rebuilt, I came back here with a handful of people. Including Peeta, Posy, Rory, Vick, a girl named Violet, a boy named Simon, and others who I now forget. And now, 12 is bustling again, filled not only with people who used to live here but refugees from other districts as well, people who wanted to make a fresh start. Hunting and poaching are no longer illegal, but only a few of us actually have the bravery and the skills to go through the (now deactivated) fence and into the woods. The thing that scares most people away is not the animals. It's the fear of stepping on the numerous skeletons that still litter the meadow ground.
But none of that really matters now. All that matters is that I'm standing in front of a tall, thin, glass mirror in my home with my mo
this week1. sometimes when i draw his eyes follow me, and even whilethis week3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dark they wrap me
with affection, desperate for a contouring god
to lay him on his back and define him where
he has molded
2. he tells me i was better off an
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 -Script7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
glitter.you wrote me love letters from the passenger seat,glitter.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pressing stars to my eyelids and hearts to my forehead.
you wrote me lies.
like the summer months, you never stick around long enough to make a lasting impression.
winter always takes over, cold
fingertips washing away all past evidence of the blistering friction once there.
(the only way I made it through was remembering that
youre only another calendar away; that youll come back.
I dont think Ill make it through this time.)
Id write you every word in the french-english dictionary if only one would spark a memory.
you seem unable to reminisce and incapable of nostalgia.
(really, I think theyre powers you passed onto me, increasing mine tenfold.)
youre like something acidic, burning in my throat.
but all the way down, youre smoldering the word
you held me close with trembling hands,
telling me how I was your living reincarnation of
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification1 year 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
i am an ocean nothing floats on.i am an ocean that nothing floats on.i am an ocean nothing floats on.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
her mother always told her that each part of her body was capable of becoming something hard and cold, something that a military man could arm himself with and leave a trail of destruction. There was an anchor in the pit of her stomach, resting on the bottom of a black and white ocean, carelessly tossed in by a reckless boy with matching eyes. it leads her to somewhere she has never been. It sinks her to ocean floor and leaves her waiting for the waves to stir her back to the surface.she learned about space, and the gaps that leave people feeling empty and lonely, and throughout the years of her youth, everything related back to the ocean residing inside her chest cavity which on the coldest and emptiest nights she could feel thrash and peak and cause her to choke and spit it up in violent convulsions. she learned that her stomach acids were responsible for the curve of her bones and the shapes of the shadows they made in sunlight. as her years tic
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
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.3 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