|Thranduil x Elf!Reader| Dragon Fire|Thranduil x Elf!Reader| Dragon Fire5 months ago in Romance More Like This
When you can only look back, I will be there to help you forward.
Something wasn't right. The air was heavy with fear, and the wind tossed and turned restlessly as the sky dyed it black. It felt as if the sun would never rise again, forever hiding behind the veil. The animals hid themselves in the forest, almost desperate to hide from a force that even she could not see. She, who stood still in Rivendells garden in utter confusion, was beyond the nature of other elf's and wizards alike, a gem of light and darkness in a single form. Her dress shined like a light at the end of the tunnel, giving her an almost heavenly aura around her. The woman's hair was long and well groomed, with beads and crystals clung to locks of hair, and the metals of a crown danced around her head, all meeting at the front where a large, (f/c) diamond
Lgend of Zelduh: Plotts RvengeLgend of Zelduh: Plotts Rvenge4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Once upon a time, the writer decided to write a fanfic. But since she had no idea how to start it, she decided to throw together a quick intro, and skip right to it. A mysterious girl crashed head first into a tree.
"Ouch!" she let out.
Link turned around to see that a young girl crashed into a tree behind him. He was heading to his house to take home the groceries, but this random stranger had invoked his sense of curiosity. He dropped the bags.
"Hey!" Navi protested. "There was some good peanut butter in there! Great, now its spilled everywhere! Why I oughtta "
"Hello there random stranger!" Link exclaimed. "Who might you be?"
"I think you're missing a comma in there," she replied. "And my name's Linda McSparkly Fairyfarts! But you can just call me Linda."
Linda emerged from behind the tree to show her blonde silky smooth hair flapping in the wind! Her blue and pink eyes matched perfectly with the several sapphire and scarlet streaks that cascaded down her flowing hair! The auth
a simple thing.you are milk-scenteda simple thing.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and beautifully arranged
broken-glass tree trunks
with little birds that sing
it is the ropes from which
you hang your lightening
animals stuck in jars that
mended the man in the moon
when he covered his face
with the moons of saturn.
[it was such a beautiful night.]
your fingers are shaped like
those of tree branches' covered
in moss and velvet, your feet
like pine bark.
what is it that the brook sings
when you are awake?
Ganondorf's Diary Part 1Link is mean.Ganondorf's Diary Part 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
Like the meanest meanie.
It makes my soul,
Like if a Goron
Sat on my
He always wins.
It makes me want
But then he would win.
Link always gets the girl.
It's not fair.
Princess Zelda has no idea,
What goes on
At Lon Lon Ranch.
Is not involved.
As I know.
And Princess Zelda
Still doesn't like me,
Even though I am
My soul cry.
But not even
Tears of Light
Can clear away the twilight
On my heart.
The pain on my soul
Like a Sharpie
That scribbled blackness
On my Soul.
Link made fun of me today
But this time
He called me
And insulted me
For my Gingerhood.
And said I didn't
But I d0 have a soul.
And now I have soul-pain.
Because of Link.
And his words.
Today I saw another
Her name was
But Link is already
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame
He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood
The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found
The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?
The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star
Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!
In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins
the human syntaxmottledthe human syntax2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are carbon copies walking the streets
cut/and/paste people who
deracinated from scriptured roots rarely
ever realize that history is always unfolding right before them
or that somewhere in the bubbling
ooze of their jurassic hearts
a pasquinade has sprung
an unintended flood of reasoning
and merry mutants will come out to play
in scorched supernova shadows
while predation in the bio-mass
reached its all-time lowest
as shown in graphs designed to demonstrate
Brushfire ProloguePrologueBrushfire Prologue6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Boots hitting the concrete brought the battered girl back to life and gasping for air. She looked no older than about twelve, but that didn't stop her captors from the experiments and torture. Her entire body was covered in fresh bruises and lacerations, while day-old burns coiled around her neck and wrists. Her arms were a dark purple and snapped at the elbows; her legs bore a grim resemblance. Rags barely offered warmth from the freezing cell. A map of incisions traveled up and down her torso. She lay, curled up as best she could, staring at the limp, hand-shaped branch peeking from a crack in the stone floor.
She barely had the will to look up as the cell door was unlocked and opened. She remained staring at the pair of boots as they clicked over and stopped inches from her face, but not before mercilessly digging a heel into the branch and flattening it. A knee came into sight, soon followed by a black glove grabbing her chin and gently caressing her bloodied cheek.
Zelda Prank Phone CallZelda Prank Phone Call4 years ago in Humor More Like This
*Link uses his mobile gossip stone to call Impa*
Link: *speaking in ghost face voice* What's your favorite scary story?
Impa: The one about babysitter who gets called by a killer upstairs.
Link: You mean upstairs where you left Princess Zelda?
*Impa is terrified. Drops her Mobile gossip stone, and races upstairs*
Impa: WHAT?! LINK! That was you?!
Link: *devious grin on his face* Problem, Impa?
Donated by GordoZONE
*Ganon's mobile gossip stone rings*
Link: Hello, is this the Hyrule King?
Link: Oops sorry wrong number
Ganon: Son of a- *pliiiiiiiii...
Donated by bad-asp
*Talo uses his mobile gossip stone to call Telma*
Telma: Hello, honey, who is this?
Talo: Hello, is Mrs. Mann there... first name Anita?
Telma: Let me check... (to the customers) Hey, Anita Mann! Anita Mann here!
(the customers stare at Telma nonplussed)
Telma(on the mobile gossip stone): Wait a minute... who is this?
(Talo hangs up)
Donated by EeveelutionLova
*zelda's stome rings*
LoZ TP Rewrite: Episode 45Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess Rewrite Episode 45LoZ TP Rewrite: Episode 454 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"The end of the end"
Last time on the rewrite, Midna sacrificed herself for the safety of Link and Zelda. Her efforts were in vain, as Ganondorf survived and turned his attack to our hero and princess.
Ganondorf and his dead army continue to advance. Link is prepared to hold his ground and attack
Zelda: Link, hold my hand!
Link: Zelda, I think you're nice and all, but there's this girl I like already from my home village and she-
Zelda: Not like that! Just do it, please!
Link (Grabs her right hand with his left, so their Triforces are together. Ganondorf is nearing ever closer.)
Zelda: Spirits of the Light, by the authority invested in me by the royal family, and the goodness of the Triforce, please, lend us your power!
Zelda and Link disappear from Hyrule Field.
Link opens his eyes, and at first, sees only white and golden light. As his eyes adjust to the brightness, he sees the four Spirits of Light: Or
the time it takes.a second.the time it takes.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a single breath - the time it takes for your tongue to catch between your teeth, the phone to crack the floorboard, the bullet to pierce the flesh. a second. it doesn't take much longer than that. for life to become death, for centuries of grooves to washout in the flash flood, for a name, a face, a memory to become nothing but two sentences in black ink on the back page of the thrown away paper. for today's tragedy to become yesterday's news.
the first emitted noise of the scream - the time it takes for your lips to peel apart, the noise to uncork in your belly, the grief to be unleashed from where it had been laying in wait. as if we knew; as if we knew. a second. it's the time for your knees to crash against the grass, for your spine to disassemble and fall like cracking autumn leaves. for the weight of the world to press against your shoulder blades with no relief.
it is the time it takes for you to reach for atlas' burden, to swallow the grief of the world and
please understandHey:please understand4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you're scared.
You've been hurt before,
and putting up walls
has been a habit of yours
for as long as you can remember.
But I would never, ever hurt you.
I need you to reach for my hand every once in a while.
Because if you don't,
I'll hold yours tighter and tighter every time,
Until it and you crush under the weight of my vulnerability.
We'll fall apart,
and I'll be left broken again.
We're going to be something.
We already are.
I love you, you know.
Shadows in the NightOh! Dark creatures in the night pursue usShadows in the Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And whilst we run in fear, the black folds cannot hide us
Darkness hides our figures, but not the sounds of our terrified hearts
There is nowhere to go but forwards, and forwards stretches on endlessly
We are tired of this frightful chase
Dawn is long off, and a vain hope: the sun will provide no cover
How can it hide us from those who follow, when blindness cannot?
And as the hours weary us, they never tire
It seems death may be our only sanction
Yet, as we are running from death, our efforts would be wasted
And alas! There it is, the rising sun, a horizon in the east
A blazing spotlight to reveal us in full, our final downfall
We whisper sorrowful goodbyes aimed at no-one
They are gaining fast, and we are slow
Nowhere now to go, the end of the road
The sun is high now, we fall to our knees in defeat
And wait for what we know will follow
But nothing comes we were wrong it seemed!
The new day has indeed saved us
And all our fears were bu
Little worldLittle WorldLittle world6 years ago in General More Like This
There are a lot of people who uses the phase, what a little world we are living in. Well, those who says this kind of idiotic stereotype, definitely not think about the fact, that a 510 072 000 km2 planet is not really small. However, at the same time what a strange joke is that from the 6, 5 billion Earth populations you are the one standing here today?
It started as a weekend picnic, but the others went ahead. You said, you would like to ask something. Now we are here. Together. On the brink of the forest. Only a few steps separate us. You don't say a word. You don't look at me. You're only playing with your hands. I exactly know what you are trying to say.
I can still remember the day, when I first heard those words from your mouth. True, you were not saying them directly to me.
It was the end of spring and we were studying for exams at your place. I was late. I was going up the stairs to your room, when I got aware of your trembling voice.
" Tsuna " your dyi
You're a Megamind fan when...You're a Megamind fan when...4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Your favorite color is blue.
2. Every time you hear "Bad" on the radio, you try to dance vigorously with your legs and feet.
3. You answer the phone with "Ollo?"
4. If you, or someone else texts "lol " it makes you laugh.
5. You have grabbed someone's face and said "Speak apparition "
6. You suddenly have an interest in leather and spikes.
7. Someone asks you how you feel; you say "I feel mel-on-cholly".
8. You go/went to 'shool'.
9. You've grabbed your jacket/hoodie/shirttail, held it up to your face and swiftly backed out of a room.
10. You like to prop your collar up on all your jackets and shirts.
11. You've googled "baby seal leather boots" to see if they're real.
12. You just tried to/are going to google it XD
13. You start blasting songs like "Crazy Train" and "Welcome To The Jungle" on your computer/mp3 player/ipod.
14. You laugh histeriously whenever you hear the song "Blue (Da Ba Dee)" by Eiffel 65.
15. You suddenly got dissapointed when you found out here's no suc
Skeleton Boy Saves His SkinO' Gather 'round, children. I'll tell you a taleSkeleton Boy Saves His Skin8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of a skeleton boy who was bony and pale.
For the first act, our story is all fun and games
But at the end of part one, we see everything changes
We see Skeleton Boy's snatched by the prince of all darkness.
'Tis back to trickster mythology that this storyline harkens.
And so Skeleton Boy must get out of this fix
And find ways to outsmart all his captors with tricks
So prepare for fantastical mischief in:
Skeleton Boy Saves His Skin
by Thomas Boguszewski
Deep underground, there was a boy who was dead
Then out of the ground popped his skeleton head.
He pulled his dead body up through all the red stone
And sat, his head rattling, upon his old headstone.
Skeleton Boy wanted mischievous fun
So he took to his heels and had a good run.
Our hero was hungry, and he saw a big rabbit,
So he set up a trap in order to nab it.
Once the rabbit was caught, the boy made rabbit stew.
But since he was bones, it fell right on through.
Soon after tha
Wounded muse - A PoemWounded muse - A Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her skin is like fresh paper,
frail, unwritten, white;
it whispers of a story
I might want to write
I find no flaws, no traces
upon this tempting skin;
the bruises have long faded
the scars lay now within
But as I trail my fingers
across the trembling shapes,
I can feel her haunted
by all her past mistakes
What manner of a story
could I possibly write
upon this wounded landscape
now seeking to take flight?
How could my clumsy affection
erase her hidden ghosts?
Tell me, how could I guide her
to pleasure's sunny coasts?
I'm powerless before them,
those scars she hides inside,
those lingering compulsions
to which she must abide
Her lips part in the silence,
her eyelids flutter still;
her body speaks of longing
and of dreams to fulfill
I gather, thus, my courage
-her eyes are now ablaze-
and I set out to love her,
her phantoms to erase
As I caress her figure,
her kisses as I steal,
I hope I can be good enough
for her, that she may heal.
Her skin is like fresh paper,
frail, unwritten, white
Ganondorf's Diary Part 2Link is in RehabGanondorf's Diary Part 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
But everybody still likes
I didn't get high
And @%&! up Hyrule Castle.
I hate him.
I hate my Life
Because every time I try to conquer Hyrule
And Link gets to beat me up
But I can't file
Assault charges because he's the
Hero of Time
And has diplomatic immunity
Is like a Fairy
Without it's wings.
It just sits there.
Sometimes I feel Ugly.
Normally it's when Link says that
It makes my soul
And it makes me want to dye my hair
And wear Black Clothes.
But my Tears
Today I went to a bar to get Juice
Because I don't drink
Because I am allergic to wheat
And Wheat is in Beer.
Or so I have been told.
But I got kicked out
And they said
They didn't serve my Kind
I think it's because
And people like me are
Fic: Another WayFic: Another Way3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting with her legs crossed in the centre of the room, Korra stared at the older waterbender, mouth agape.
"W-What?" She finally managed to choke out, not believing what had just been said. "That's the only way?"
"I'm afraid so Korra," Katara replied, studying the young Avatar intently. "This far surpasses my healing abilities, and " She paused, heart constricting painful at what she was about to do. " it's the only other thing that I can think of that might have a chance at unlocking the other elements."
Sighing audibly, Korra rubbed at her temples, trying to wrap her mind around what was about to happen.
"You don't have to decide now we can always wai-"
"Just do it," Korra murmured, staring at her hands as she clenched and unclenched them. "I feel as if part of my soul is missing." She placed one hand over her heart as she looked up at the older woman, tears beginning to blur her vision. "I .feel so empty. Please fix me."
Feeling her heartstrings tug a
The Secret D ReportsThe Secret D Reports9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Secret D Reports
Riku's eyes opened after a flinch. The early sunrise seemed unusually bright, and the dew that had settled on the grass left him feeling cold. He stood and tried to wipe the water off his black coat with little avail.
The dream he had was disconcerting, and his heart still felt wrenched inside from it. Darkness… Platforms… Glass…
Wiping it from his hair, he looked to the still-asleep king, who was curled up on a small grassy mound. Riku crouched down to his level. "Your majesty… Mickey?" he corrected himself.
He stirred enough that Riku knew he would wake in a minute, and the youth stood again to head to the nearby stream. It was nice to have the water flowing by the road since it made thirst easy to ward off.
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, but Riku found himself shading his eyes when he knelt by the slow-moving stream. "I must be tired still."
Afterall, the previous night had been a difficult battle with a large Heartless. It se
ResplandorSe acerca un triste atardecer,Resplandor3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Teñido de color naranja,
Con su luz cobijando la ciudad,
Con su hedor manteniéndola encerrada.
Y la huella del hombre en el cielo,
Deslumbra con crueldad su mirada,
Matando el recuerdo del silencio,
Del firmamento una noche estrellada.
¿A dónde se han ido las estrellas?
Su brillo quisiera observar,
Mas el dominio del hombre en la tierra,
Sus huellas intenta borrar.
La plaga homosapiente todo cubre,
Sus colmenas nadie puede erradicar,
Y el sonido estridente de sus risas,
No deja oír a la tierra sollozar.
Así, perece el brillo de sus cielos,
Calma oscura no puedes encontrar,
Esta tierra agoniza en mano humana,
Y fuerzas no hay más para luchar.
Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever Ch. 1Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever Ch. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
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Sherlock/Reader REQUEST for sigynsfanlitSherlock was never going to love you, because he did not love. You have spent years trying to accept that, and you’ve worked pretty well so far. There were a few days here and there you’d need to leave the room or talk to John, who knew everything. Well, he sort of figured it out on his own. Today was one of these days you were having some trouble, because not only had Anderson been a dick and insulted you in so many ways you just wanted to punch him, but today had also started out shitty with Sherlock. He had gotten mad for god only knows why and stormed out of the apartment, making you think you did something. You spent the whole morning trying to figure out what you did wrong. So overall, you felt like shit, and decided to talk to John. As soon as you stepped into the apartment and noticed he wasn’t in the living area, you called, “John!”Sherlock/Reader REQUEST for sigynsfanlit2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Instead of the doctor, who you were in dire need of, replying, there was some rustling, then a thud, then some foots
A Soldier's ThoughtsWe lay on the cracked ground,A Soldier's Thoughts1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken and battered,
throughout the land, cries resound,
cries of souls shattered.
Our cries masked by gunfire
and bodies bombarded by shells.
Our captain was a liar,
he sent us to hell.
At camp, we knew why we were here,
now we stand, bathed in the blood of brothers,
Our reasons are now unclear.
Our thoughts blocked out by thunder
Even now, we hear our mothers' weeping,
and grieving at our loss.
Soon we'll be silently sleeping,
and many will ponder this war's cost.
Why do we fight,
is there no end in sight?
Our lives come to an end tonight
but this war will carry on despite us.
C x V Chapter 7A new streak of pain burst in Vincent's head.C x V Chapter 78 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'That's not what I suggested, Valentine.' Vincent winced and placed a hand on his head, half hoping that would stop the pain.
"Vince! Goddamn you Chaos! Leave him the fuck alone!"
'You're more pathetic when he's around. Here. I'll put an end to this. They're getting annoying again.' Before Vincent had time to react, Chaos dragged him back into his mind and pushed him towards Galian, who took firm hold of his arm.
'CHAOS!' The demon now had full control again, but this time, he decided to transform. Even though it would take most of his host's energy, he thought it worth it if he could get rid of Vincent's friends, if only for a short time.
Cid immediately released Vincent's shoulder, as did Cloud. They both stepped back as they watched Chaos slowly transform. It was taking longer than usual since Vincent was desperately trying to keep control over the demon, but was obviously loosing the battle.
But before Chaos was able to take complete an