BK CONTEST - To have you closeBK CONTEST - To have you close4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The old, female voice sounded loud and clear for each members of the RED team.
Everyone cheered from joy. Today had really been their day. One team member that got extra happy was the young runner, Scout. He ran around, taking every chance he got to smash a BLU's head with his baseball bat, now when they couldn't do anything back.
The RED team's Sniper on the other hand took it easy, sitting up straight from his hiding place and looked over the battle field. The red dressed young man caught his attention pretty fast as he heard him laugh of joy. A slightly red tone colored his cheeks. He was often looking after the boy when on the battlefield, making sure that no one would harm him. He knew very well that he had feelings for the Scout. Though he also knew that the Scout probably didn't return his those feelings. It was a one sided love and Sniper was going to keep it
Which One?Which One?Which One?6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“He’s mine you fucking bastard!”
“No, he’s mine you bloody git!”
Arthur and Lovino have been arguing for the past half hour. It all started when Antonio was making lunch and Lovino came over asking (more like demanding) if he could have lunch with him. The Spaniard happily agreed. Lovino sat at the dining table and watched as Antonio bustled around the kitchen until Arthur walked in. He asked if he could help but Lovino immediately intervened saying he would ruin the food. Arthur retorted by saying that at least he offered to help. The two argued for a bit until Antonio turned to them and asked.
“Can you two keep it down por favor, I fear you might disturb the neighbors?”
Lovino crossed his arms and turned his head to the side grumbling. Arthur however placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly.
“We are very sorry we will cease our arguing immediately”
CantarellaCantarellaCantarella5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur looks in the mirror and adjusts his bowtie and runs a hand through his wheat colored hair. His forest eyes shine as he admires himself in the mirror. Today a ball is being held in the English palace. Royals from all around will be there. He smirks when the image of a certain Spaniard comes to mind.
‘He will be mine’
He smothers out the wrinkles in his clothes and gives himself one last look over before picking up and green and brown mask and putting it on. He grins at his appearance in the mirror before turning and leaving the room. He quickly but calmly makes his way to the ball room. There the two big double doors are wide open and the room is filled with people. Soft music flows through the room as people talk and dance.
As he walks into the room he looks around. It doesn’t take long to find a familiar mop of brown locks and bright emerald eyes behind a red and gold mask. He makes his way toward him but freezes when he sees he is with someone. The
+ How To Kill A Furry +1. Your traditional shotgun to the face.+ How To Kill A Furry +7 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. Boiling them alive in reused vegetable oil.
3. Starving them in an empty room.
4. Amputating their limbs with a plastic knife.
5. Feeding them to a bear.
6. Driving over their bodies with an army tank.
7. Sending them to Afghanistan.
9. Dipping them into vats of hot mustard.
10. Suffocating them with their own fur.
11. Dragging them through a three mile cheese grater.
12. Injecting nitroglycerin into their body.
13. Setting their head on fire.
14. Pushing them underneath a working press.
15. Tripping them over into a bed of nails.
16. Pouring a bucket on piranhas down their throats.
17. Forcing them into a meat grinder and making chilli con carne out of them.
18. Shooting them with paintballs for seventeen hours.
19. Shoving their faces into a deep fryer.
20. Pouring acid onto their stomachs.
21. Sacrificing them to a giant spider.
22. Deporting them to Guantanamo Bay on twenty three fake charges of child molestation.
A Sleep Without Dreams Were It Not For Your SongsA Sleep Without Dreams Were It Not For Your Songs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He would have compared Antonio "to a night without stars were it not for his eyes". Arthur Kirkland wouldn't definitely deny that truth. If one was to tell of his story, it would be something like a different take on the young prince of The Prince and the Pauper. He was born to two proud and well-off English parents, his father being a well-known music producer and boss of a famous company, World Clock Mnemonic; his mother a renowned authoress whose books became bestsellers and a few into theatrical spectacle. His brothers were so good-looking and charming that even celebrities have shook hands with them. Arthur too had his own charm; being the youngest, he had a very unique personality- gentle as a lamb yet sharp as a lion. He was very intelligent and mature; everyone knew his talents, not to mention the princely look. The Kirklands had a huge mansion for a home, what used to be from their also rich ancestors, that was Victorian style and surrounded by foliage, colorfully-painted flow
Lost in TranslationShe didn't speak English.Lost in Translation4 years ago in Drama More Like This
That was Alfred's first observation of the woman that would be his new mother. Her words were rough, laced with trills and sharp consonants that somehow came out sounding so smooth. She never stopped talking, not allowing for rebuff or even breath. To an 8-year-old who wasn't very fond of his father, it became great fun to watch the two adults bicker in the strange language that would later be labeled as Spanish; Arthur never had the upper hand. And they bickered often.
It made Alfred wonder just why his father had worked so hard to bring Isabel over to the United States, if they never could get along, if she refused to learn English, if he never allowed her to leave the house without him, if all they did was ignore each other.
If she was never happy.
But she was beautiful.
Her skin had color, her hair was dark, and her eyes were green. Her figure was slim, petite, such a small build for someone with so much fight. There was sunshine in her skin, shine
Life Ain't Been a Crystal StairLife Ain't Been a Crystal Stair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For Antonio, "life ain't been a crystal stair". Growing up, his Castillian parents abandoned him in a poor orphanage in the hamlet town of his country home, hoping that they wouldn't have any more trouble trying to settle their financial debts. So in their place, a sturdy Italian old man took lovingly care of him, like a father to his son. But the charitable Italian was already weak in his physical constitution, and a point came when Antonio, aged nine, had no choice but to leave his schooling and make a decision to find a stable job to support himself and the old man.
But then, when he turned ten, a friend of his abuelo came to them one Monday morning, and, knowing their financial status, whole-heartedly offered the young Spaniard a chance to continue his studies in school. Because of the experience of working, and the mere fact that at such such a young age he was forced into adulthood, Antonio couldn't easily trust the Italian man's offer, but was quickly assured that it was of
TBTTUT - Naruaki part 2TBTTUT - Naruaki part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"ALRIGHT!" Naruto yelled as he charged in towards Kakashi, He charged strait at him, without thinking As usual, however this time a shadow clone came up from the sky aiming an even bigger Rasengan then before close to his head. Although Kakashi had already disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. Even though it does seem that Naruto has improved. Kakashi had his sharingan facing us as he did a hand sign, I quickly did as well. "Water Dragon Jutsu" Kakashi spoke as a wave of water headed our way. "Lightning Rose" I spoke as sparks flew out of my hand towards the water sending it the opposite direction back at Kakashi, however this time with an electric charge. Kakashi though deflected it but in the same time escaped. We all looked around when Sakura punched the ground sending debris in every direction. Naruto and I were both shocked, same with Kakashi when he flew out of the ground She had become like a second Tsunade. "Found you!" Sakura spoke with a smirk on he
JokerJokerJoker3 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio looks up at the castle with wary eyes. He walks up to the door and carefully opens it. The inside is dark and quiet, the only source of light being the candles on the walls. He steps inside and closes the door. On the wall he sees red arrows and he follows them down the halls until he reaches a room with the door wide open.
“Hello?” he calls entering the room
Antonio jumps and whips his head to the side. There is a man dressed in a black suit with a dark green collar and cuffs. He is also hearing a black mask covering the upper half of his face and a black hat.
“Oh um, I was told you could help me find my soul mate” Antonio says, playing with his fingers
“Indeed I can, right this way” the man says leading him to a table
Antonio sits and the man sits opposite him. He watches as he takes out a deck of cards and after shuffling them he places five on the table.
TBTTUT - Naruaki part 1TBTTUT - Naruaki part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been two and a half years since I had laid eyes on my beloved village Konoha. I had promised Naruto that as soon as he would come home, that I would too. I had really missed them all, my dear friends. But this time away was good for me. In ways now I have become much stronger and I have also matured in ways that now I am ready I am ready to fight with my life to help Naruto and Sakura bring our beloved Sasuke back to the village. It's hard to believe that it has been three years since I have seen him Sasuke Where are you now? I wonder if you're okay . Well all I know is that now I am looking at the gate in which my home lays behind.
"Is that you?" The guard spoke. "It's been a while Kotetsu" I smiled. "Akiko Suzuki" the other guard smiled. "It's great to have you back." "It's great to be back Izumo" I grinned. "Well it's nice to know you haven't forgotten us." Kotetsu replied. "Yeah, well I'm sorry but I have to get going." I bowed as I then ran
Twins are not TwinsTwins are not twins. One is light brown the other dark. Curl on the right, curl on the left. Olive and honey. Dark tan and light tan. Twins are not really twins. Fiery, hot headed and suborn. Happy, bubbly and carefree. So alike and yet completely different.Twins are not Twins5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pretty Spanish Maid 1Pretty Spanish Maid 17 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pretty Spanish Maid
Laughter echoes around the room. The room being the office of Arthur Kirkland. It has a desk across from the double door with a big window to one side with a couch and coffee table on the other side is a bookshelf filled with books. Behind him is a fireplace that when lit casts an earie light on him but it is currently out. Arthur is sitting at his desk, which had paper splayed all over it laughing his ass off. The reason for his laughter is standing across from his desk. In that spot Antonio stands wearing the full on maid outfit including the hat. His cheeks are a bright red and he is frowning in embarrassment.
“Can you stop laughing por favor” he asks
Arthur leans forward, wiping tears from his eyes as he tries to calm his laughter.
“Oh dear lord” Arthur says
His laughter dies down to a few chuckles before he takes a deep breath to calm himself.
“So, because you lost this bet you are now stan
Shoot An Arrow into the AirShoot An Arrow into the Air3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eight years had passed already. Arthur was able to count so because his birth date had just passed about a month ago. Well, not that it was much important, but it was his point of reference. He brought his feet to walk slowly amongst the cobbled sidewalks of Barcelona, the iridescent sun pouring its warmth on his fair, pale hair, the heat tingling his neck as well. The houses were painted with playful and charming colors. It reminded him of those Lego blocks Alfred had once always love sticking together, constantly telling him that one day he will be a builder of houses and name that court "Maple town" for his dear brother Mattie, who lived in Canada with another family. The sky was a clear aquamarine embroidered with cotton, and the British man sighed with blissful contentment as he felt the breeze brushing in his nostrils and into his lungs, then back out.
It was this same breeze, he recalled all of a sudden, that his six-year old personage had been surrounded with when he held a si
Mephisto PhelesxReader -Flying High [Chapter One]Flying HighMephisto PhelesxReader -Flying High [Chapter One]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
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It's amazing how much the sound of a car radio can carry when you're stuffed in the boot, even with the sound of the engine running, pushing your entire body from side to side, you tucked your head in and pressed your chin to your collar, shielding from hitting yourself at either side of the cramped area.
"Settle down back there, for fuck's sake!" you heard a voice snarl, truly it wasn't your fault that you were banging around so much, they were going over speed-bumps quite quickly and your body was being slung about in such a small zone whether you liked it or not.
Slowly you drew your eyes shut, you couldn't see into the darkness anyway, it was pitch black, all you could hear was the men, the engine, and that damned radio - singing away.
'I'm doing all right,' the song mocked.
'-getting good grades,' it hummed as you felt blood running down the back of your skull from where yo
AC - BloodHe was used to blood. It was nothing too special if he was badly wounded, drenched in blood, spitting some of the liquid onto the floor while cursing in every language he learned to know while his missions.AC - Blood6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It happened once in a while, when he was too careless for even one second.
But right now was the first time he remembered, that he felt so alone.
He sat with his back towards the wall, feet stretched awkwardly, his right hand clutched over the bleeding wound at his side. He whimpered at the pain that shot through him when he tried to pull the arrow out of the wound. It had been about three hours since he got caught while escaping after killing his target. But still the guards were running around like crazy, just outside of the house ruins he used to hide.
Damn Garnier had just too much bodyguards to kill all of them in one go, as he noticed. He had only forgotten to murder one of the goddamn snipers on the roof whose arrow hit him right away. The only thing Altair had in mind
What Malik Left BehindMalik sat in the Assassin's Bureau, twirling the end of a feather in his only one hand. The dried blood sat uncomfortably on the tips of the once bird feather. He could feel a breeze, but it was warm and not very refreshing. The memory he was repeating was clear as crystal water on a summer day. All the screaming. Altair being thrown out. The crusaders. Kadar.What Malik Left Behind5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik gripped the feather tighter, causing it to snap and flutter to the floor. He slammed a fist on the desk where his map lay as the feather so delicately hit the floor. His fingers dug into the palm of his hand and he found himself trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in.
No, he was okay.
With this he lifted his head, waiting for the bells to chime that Altair had completed his job. The sleeve where Malik's other arm was supposed to be danced lightly with the breeze that ruffled his hair. He stared at the sky, watching the clouds being pushed slowly by the wind. Malik cleared his throat, finally hearing that same
AltairxMalik - WoundedAltairxMalik - Wounded4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Altair coughed softly before he grimaced at the metallic taste of blood in the back of his throat, gritting his teeth against the pain as he ran, the adrenaline was the only thing that fuelled him to keep moving away from the area as guards chased him down the dusty streets of Jerusalem clutching the wound on his side with a grimace; he hadn't seen the guard coming, he'd been a scared rookie with a sword who'd gotten lucky while Altair had fought off three other guards.
Of course that was no excuse, he had been careless, perhaps even a little cocky; traits he had tried for years to stop, but such impulses proved difficult to quell in the heat of battle.
He could hear the guards yelling orders to find him, he needed to get onto high ground; if he could hide long enough he could make his way to the bureau and face Malik's sharp tongue and insults about him being a novice, but that was better than bleeding to death, and at least Malik would tend to his wounds despite e
Why I Hate Romantic Comedies1.Why I Hate Romantic Comedies2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one. (And they never mention what happens after the stars fade into morning and the other falls into oblivion)
Because they say that people fall in love when the time is right, they are true to each other and are ready to be together. (But no one ever mentions how she is so damaged she can barely think, and he is so cynical that he may never be ready.)
Because they insist that your soulmate is going to be a good, kind, caring human being who will love you from the bottom of their hearts. (This is due to the fact that even if there is someone for everyone, bad people are immune to the soulmate theory.)
Because they always have a happy ending (And real life begins after the sun has set and she has realized that he may not be everything she hoped for and he begins to have second thoughts about commitment.)
Because everything is assured in i
Mafia!Boss!Romano X Hacker!Reader X S!A!England~L'intelligenzza è femmina~Mafia!Boss!Romano X Hacker!Reader X S!A!England3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Mafia!Boss!Romano X Hacker!Reader X Secret!Agent!England*
'Hack into my heart as you done with others before,I'll bow in front of you and beg for more,I'll throw a bullet through your heart,So that we won't be anymore apart,I'll get you to your knees if I have to,And if you still don't love me,I'll shot you.'
'Hack into my heart as you done with others before,I'll bow in front of you and beg for more,I'll reveal my whole life if I have to,I'll crawl and plead,just to have you,It might be clichee,but if you don't love me,I'll kill you first,so we'll still be.'
"Kesese!Of course ze avesome me knows how to break systems.Do you think I am zhat stupid?" the albino showed off in front of his two best friends,who only did to inwardly laugh while the Prussian proudly swollen his chest.
"Well amigo,sometimes I ask myself why are Francis and I still your friends!" the Spaniard cheerily laughed,filling the
AutismAutism.Autism7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My definitions for this word are:
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Attention Defesit Disorder (ADD)
I am cursed with autism.
I am confused whether my thinking is normal or not.
I am the only one.
I see teens with incredible thinking power.
I see science everywhere.
I see sin.
My mind carries no common sense.
My mind can never come up with the right words for me to say.
My mind is imperfect.
I repeat real life events I see over and over in my head.
I concentrate on hatred passed to me from other people.
I have incredible issues.
There are people whom I see have flaws in their learning.
There is a brain tumor collaborating with my brain.
There is no cure for Autism.
This disorder scars my personality.
This disorder keeps me away from being a white sheep.
This disorder is my host.
Associated with selective hearing.
Associated with an incontrollable temper.
Have you Ever...- Estonia x Male!ReaderHave you Ever...- Estonia x Male!Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You glanced sideways at the man sitting next to you, his gaze fixated on the screen in front of him. For once you were glad that it was enough to distract him totally, otherwise he would have noticed you staring at him like that. You, of all people, his best and closest friend. And in a way that was totally not platonic. But, in a way, you wanted him to turn around, just enough to see you, enough so that he’d finally get the message that you wanted him more than anything.
Yeah right, like that was going to happen.
Turning back to your own screen, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh. It wouldn’t happen. He, Eduard, would never think of you the way you did him. He’d never spend his entire day trying to catch passing glances at your face the way you would him, would never be told off by the boss for not doing enough work while he was doing so and would never have to deal with having weird sexual fantasies about his best friend. Lucky little bastard. God, he had no
I love Yuu"Happy Birthday Moyashi. This is your birthday and Christmas gift."I love Yuu5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The snow drifted lightly around the two lovers. Kanda had brought Allen to a Park near the order and was currently holding out a small wrapped box to the boy.
"Oh Kanda, thank you. You did'nt have to get me anything. But... is there a reason you couldn't give this to me at Headquarters?"
"Tch. You really think I would let them see what I gave you?"
"Oh, *gulp* is it really that bad?"
"No, its just... I don't want the others to think im all sweet and stuff."
A light blush crept up Kanda's pale face.
"Aww, thanks you!"
"Well, aren't you going to open it?"
Allen looked at the small box before pealing the paper away from the box. He handed Kanda the excess paper and opened the box, which contained a small silver locket. Allen opened the locket, revealing on one side a picture of Mana, and on the other an inscription which read "No matter what, never stop walking." On the back was a heart with the words "With lov
ASKtheARTIST Interview TranscriptASKtheARTIST Interview Transcript3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with JohnSu
12/16/12: 7:00pm PST
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `JohnSu, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JohnSu.
~Chrono-King asks "JohnSu how did you come up with your name?"
While I was still in the womb, I would suggest names into my mother's mind. At the time, I didn't know any better, so I just coughed "CHON! CHON!" So when I was born, I was given the name "John Su."
~terricon4 asks "What recent things have you been working on at R5, if you can tell us that is."