bloodlust.the bones of my smile curve too harshly.bloodlust.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they push up through my skin;
rupture through my cheeks.
crack open my lips in a grin
hungrier than words;
a cheshire cat
stripped of summer innocence
made terrible in blades and blood.
switchblade teeth rip holes through the still air,
knife through your heartstrings like paper.
you stare at me with eyes pulled tight,
your pupils shrinking away
as my hands curve into claws at your side.
atlas.i. in which i learn how to fall.atlas.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's just a step forward.
it's just a breath:
it's the whisper of wings; the ghost of a spiderweb across my fingers.
it's the white noise that sings along my skin, and the cool air on my lips.
i can breathe blue skies and winter and white sunlight
and the silent sounds of summer trail along my neck to tangle in my hair.
i can close my eyes to the distance
and fall into the sky.
ii. in which i learn how to let go.
it's just a movement of muscle.
it's just a pause:
a bud unfurling over years;
decades dragged into seconds.
it's the sound of static; the hum of your fingertips across mine.
it's the simple synchronicity of white pressed to white; intertwined.
i have to let our hands fall apart some day
before the heat of my heart melts your smile to quicksilver.
or i can press my lips to your e
.of all the gin joints.locked in monochrome smiles, that night was heavy with the dawn,.of all the gin joints.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I no longer have to hide the laughter perched like doves in my throat.
in cracked voices, we whisper timeless words, and press them tight against each others lips.
you let me steal away collarbone kisses and hide small inside your ribcage
and contrast skies hang low overhead.
the lights are distant, shrouded in the hazy heat that spills from open windows and open wounds.
you are rust-blood-red, and I see you smile with scissored lips.
[makedamnsure, sweetie. I always was.]
I told you that here is where the clichés began, but somehow you defy and define them all
your voice is thrown low, and you sing the melody that makes my mind fall away.
Cazar ideasCazar ideas4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
I was a Battlewinner. Battlewinner was appalled at what had just come out of the Dragonet's jaws. She couldn't believe he thought that she would let anyone take over her tribe,let alone a RainWing, "WHAT?"I was a Battlewinner.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Then, Starflight did it again. Tried to make her see his point. She was thinking deeply about it, when the RainWing opened her jaws, and just had to rub it in.
"NEVER!" She roared, then started choking - if only that damned IceWing hadn't attacked her, "We will never bow to RainWings."
"Actually, mother," Her daughter spoke up, "It sounds like a decent plan to me."
Of course you do, you miserable creature, "You never wanted to be Queen, you're a pathetic heir."
It didn't suprise her when Greatness agreed, but what Starflight said only angered her more. 'Don't make me.' How odd that he wasn't minding his warnings.
HTMR-Solo por un dia-parte 1Era una tarde tranquila aunque con un cielo un poco nublado. Pancho y Rafa miraban juntos dos monumentos, cada uno de ellos representaba a cada uno de sus más cercanos ancestros, sus abuelos. Ambos los miraban con un aire melancólico mientras aquellos crueles recuerdos de la conquista regresaban a sus mentes.HTMR-Solo por un dia-parte 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-¿Extrañas a tu abuelo, Francisco?...
-Imposible no extrañarlo… era simplemente genial, me enseñó mucho, lo quería muchísimo… aún tengo pesadillas con el momento en que Antonio lo mató frente a mis ojos…
-Perdón por preguntar…
-¿Usted extraña al suyo, Rafita?...
-Si… tenía esa rara obsesión pero igual era mi abuelo y era imposible no quererlo… supongo que lo extraño más porque no tuve la oportunidad de despedirme de él…
-¿A qué se refiere?...
-Mi abuelo era muy tranquilo, al igual q
Regrets Jack Frost x Reader Part I???Regrets Jack Frost x Reader Part I???2 years ago in Romance More Like This
~AUTHOR'S BABBLING CORNER~
This is just a quickie for you guys. I'm going to just get this out of my system and just keep part II in the back-burner of my mind. Don't worry, as soon as I get out of school, its down with the stupid study-guides and textbooks and up with my laptop and most likely plenty of books.
Lots. And Lots. And Lots. And Lots
WARNING! BELOW ARE SOME REFERENCES TO ELSA, FROM FROZEN!
She's so fucking awesome.
You glanced over at the winter spirit, just barely containing the grin that threatened to spread out on your face. You nuzzled more into your scarf, hoping that it would hide at least the lifting corners of your mouth.
Jack Frost, the one who springs across the land over the entire globe, bringing winter along with him.
The one who finds happiness and amusement through snow days, blizzards and basically anything that has to do with the cold and ice
Miniature sandstorm (GaaraXPregnant!Reader)The soft buzzing of the incessant sand storms sounded outside, though this wasn’t what had perturbed your well-deserved and much-needed slumber. No, it wasn’t the small sighs that escaped your husband, nor was it the familiar gushing, grating rustle of sand particles as they spun around and in between Gaara’s slim, outstretched fingers. What had roused you was the fact that your doting husband of few words was no longer curled around you protectively, his large hands leaving the spot where he normally placed them – circling your big tummy.Miniature sandstorm (GaaraXPregnant!Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Blinking your sleep encrusted eyes, courtesy of the Sandman Gaara had never been taught to believe in, you propped yourself up on your elbows so you could scan the immediate area of your immaculate bedroom. That was one thing you had never been able to guess about Gaara. Well, you knew he wasn’t a slob for sure, but the way he managed to clean out every single grain of sand truly was an admirable skill. In fact you
Forever (LatviaXReader)You were in distress at the moment, searching high and low for your small friend. As Raivis really was quite small compared to the other boys he often got picked on and you simply couldn’t have that! You always managed to scare away the bullies by kicking their shins and growling at them.Forever (LatviaXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And whilst that sort of thing works at primary school it starts losing its effectiveness at high school. Because the boys got taller than you regrettably. But that didn’t stop you from protecting your friend.
“Rai!” You called, skidding around the corner. A hiss escaped your lips as you saw the brunette on the floor, his stomach being brutally kicked. You advanced towards the group of louts. “Stop it. Now.”
Every word you said was made more menacing as you cracked your knuckles. The punks raised their eyebrows and sauntered over to you. “Does the big girl want to play?” They took hold of your wrist bringing it above your head.
“I think she does.
Intoxicated Starlight (SinbadXReader)Raucous laughter, the stench of strong alcohol that prickled your nose, the random zigzagging pattern he didn’t mean to use; Sinbad, King of Sindria, the hero who’d sailed the Seven Seas and who’d also started the Seven Seas alliance, was very drunk indeed. He was a hard boozing idiot anyway, but even by his own low standards he’d gotten heroically sloshed today. He was telling half-started jokes that he couldn’t finish, had a girl on each arm, and was incredibly red in the face. All of this, in your tavern.Intoxicated Starlight (SinbadXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He’d often come to visit you, have a drink or two (or three or four or …) but usually he left before too many customers came in. Presumably he did this to help you, to allow you to tend to your paying guests, rather than catching up with one who didn’t have to pay. You set down a glass heavily, gritting your teeth together as another round of drunken cheers went up. This however he would have to pay you. Who the hell gives the bar a
The Aftermath - Ch.4She stopped inches from the door and leaned, panting at the wall beside said door. She had run all the way and nearly didn't have the strength to ask the nurse the way to Edward Elric's room. Now, when she was just one step from being in the same room as he was, she hesitated suddenly. She stared at her hand, which was about to open the door. Her hand was trembling. And her heart raced. She took a deep breath. She closed her eyes only for a moment longer. And slowly, she opened the door. She froze at the spot.The Aftermath - Ch.45 years ago in Drama More Like This
Edward sat up and leaned on the pillow, against the wall. He had the hospitals clothes (for patients) on; a simple white T-shirt and pants. He hadn't a ponytail, a braid or something like that. His dark blond hair fell freely. He had his face facing the window, his back facing her. He sat almost completely still with his hands simply lying in his lap. He looked fragile and tired.
It doesn't fit him at all, she suddenly thought after being speechless for a while.
hey, hey, hey! bokuto koutarouhey, hey, hey! bokuto koutarou11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Moist lips pressed against the nape of your neck tenderly while lithe hands prodded at your sides from behind, every movement made your flesh melt into jelly and your skin flush hotly. The pencil tucked between your fingers quivered along with your shaking hand, and your eyebrows jerked upwards and scrunched together in aggravation. "I'm trying to do work, Koutarou," you snapped, bringing an arm up to swat away at his nettlesome face.
A protracted whine emitted from his throat, and you knew Bokuto was going to continue palavering regardless of whether or not you had an overlay of thick papers scrawled along your cedar desk. "C'mon, [Name]! You've been at it all day," he complained fatuously. Geez, one break to pay him some attention wouldn't hurt ya!!
"Can you wait just a little longer? Once I finish this essay I'll cuddle with you." Bokuto would've adored the sound of that clever bargain if he was of a more patient nature, but the very thought of having to wait even longer to freely t
a tenacious promise. nishinoya yuua tenacious promise. nishinoya yuu8 months ago in Romance More Like This
"[Name], you have to promise me something!"
"What is it, Noya-kun?"
"When we graduate, let's live together!"
The recollection of that fateful vow evoked vehemence from the depths of your soul, resonating the quintessential heartfelt emotions gyrating ever since that day through the weaving of your being. The scintillating water emitting from the hose sparkled against the iridescent sunbeams as you sprinkled the contiguous florets flourishing from the sopping soil - the aligned bed of them located on the ridges of your shared house: you kept your promise to him.
Nishinoya Yuu, the volleyball obsessed blockhead, miraculously managed to pass the final exams, graduate from the school, and then pulled off a riotous circus act that brought you to the lucrative house you resided in currently. Vivid images of him exulting, fervently kissing your cheeks before planting an ardent one of your lips, and all the sensations of ecstasy intrusively barricaded you.
Exhilaration corroded your vei
Sheltering Home: Blackberry Hearts Part 3Sheltering Home (Equius X Reader)Sheltering Home: Blackberry Hearts Part 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Equius! Come on, where’d you go you little trouble maker?” you shouted. The little blue grub had managed to knock over the last gallon of milk in your house and was now hiding from you. You had cleaned up the mess, but still couldn’t find the grub.
You sighed and shook your head. “Fine, stay hidden then! I’m gonna run to the store, since we’re out of milk. Don’t get in trouble, any of you!” you growled, before storming out. You didn’t bother to grab your car keys, since there was a convenience store just a couple of blocks away.
As soon as you were gone, Equius emerged from under the couch, where he had been hiding with his partner in crime, Risa. Equius had a bad feeling about you leaving. It was already pretty dark; by the time you came back it would probably be pitch black. He knew it was dangerous for you to be out alone at night and immediately raced to the door,
matching sweaters. bokuto koutaroumatching sweaters. bokuto koutarou1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"[Name], [Name]! Look what I have for you!!" There was an extra heap of buoyancy springing from the corners of his orotund voice, and you knew in that moment that something nettlesome was going to be querulously shoved in your face. Bokuto's potent steps resounded through the hallways while you stayed lounging on the couch, but seconds later he skittered into the living room with something hidden behind his back.
You shifted gawkily in your seat, staring up at his heighten figure in the utmost curiosity. "What is it?" you questioned incredulously, instinctively switching from his slanted orbs to his bulky arms to scrutinize any detail on whatever present he had in store for you. Your shrewd vision soaked in the dorky red sweater he garbed, little green stitches poorly woven together to resemble something akin to Christmas Trees and multicolored buttons were splayed across the green terrain as ornaments.
A voluminous grin spread exuberantly onto his ample lips, a tinge of playful mirth
all in the name [tadashi hamada]all in the name [tadashi hamada]6 months ago in Romance More Like This
There was one thing that bothered you whenever you hung out with Tadashi and his friends. You realized, that Tadashi didn't have a nickname. Okay yes, maybe it wasn't only Tadashi, but you were actually curious as to what Tadashi would be called if something embarrassing had happened to him. Like Wasabi, the poor guy, just because he spilled some on himself once he was dubbed Wasabi for life
You also came to the conclusion, that the nicknames Fred calls each and one of them out loud, was the one that stuck to them. Which means, the key to creating an embarrassing nickname for Tadashi would be Fred himself. He was in his -what was it again, a dragon? Lizard? Fire breathing Lizard?- costume when you consulted the matter with him. And his answer despite simple, frustrated you
"Sorry dude, Tadashi never really does anything embarrassing to deserve a nickname of my creation"
How perfect can this Hamada be? Well, maybe towards his friends he was perfect, but then y
Cold (ArminXReader) PRIZEBlack shoe polish stained his pale fingers, the raggedy cloth slipping from his grasp and dropping to the floor. He didn’t notice, his wide staring eyes trained on the floor upon which the entire garrison’s boots still stood, waiting their weekly polishing as ordered by captain neat-freak. Pounding in his head, he could distinguish his rapid heartbeat, overriding all his rationality.Cold (ArminXReader) PRIZE2 years ago in Romance More Like This
His outstretched hands trembled violently, clutching at nothingness, at the emptiness which embodied the hollow feeling within himself. “Armin?” He jumped, his expression turning from desperation to fright. “Hey, you alright?” You asked, one of your hands placed lightly on his shoulder. Warmth from your palm spread from that spot, slowly flowing through him and it almost seemed like it restarted the beat of his heart. “Eh?”
“I asked you if you were alright,” you muttered, moving around to sit beside him on the low step. The blonde averted his eyes
my confession. hinata shouyou'i like you...'my confession. hinata shouyou1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Quivering hands held the edges of the scrawny, pink letter between slender fingers, you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet to stave off the explosive anxiousness bursting through your chest as you awaited the arrival of the tiny crow. Sunset had dawned on the area, encasing every grasp of the earth in a beautiful mixture of orange an red, every shadow becoming tinted by the colorful array.
You exclaimed to Hinata to meet you behind the gym once volleyball practice ended, and of course you found yourself reaching the location first. Your nerves were on edge, coiling in a twisted way that made your stomach loop in haywire knots. No matter how many deep breaths you took, it didn’t relinquish that weighing feeling of nervousness - you planned on honestly confessing your heart’s intentions to him, not through your vocal cords though; you didn’t have enough courage for that yet.
"There you are!" the pipsqueak piped up, making his grand appearanc
Honey Bee Cuddles! Final!Mituna seemed occupied as the two walked up the steps inside (Y/n)'s house. She picked up on this and poked his side gently, causing him to yelp. After he recovered from the small shock, his eyes met hers.Honey Bee Cuddles! Final!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ith thomething wrong?" She shook her head, pulling him close for a hug. The sudden contact caused his mouth to open slightly, then shut almost immediately. His arms went to encircle her waist as his head went to rest on hers. A sigh whispered past his lips, and Mituna buried his nose in her hair to inhale her scent. She peeked up at him, a small sparkle in her eyes. His heart stopped as did his breathing. Slowly, he moved his hands up to cup her cheeks and he pressed a tender kiss to her lips. Her body froze, too shocked to move. Mituna dropped his hands to his sides, feeling utterly rejected.
"Th-thorry. I thouldn't have do that." (Y/n) blinked, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her nose to his.
"'Tuna...What about Latula?" He tilted his head slightly, giving her an a
Armin Arlert x Reader - Accidental love (6)Armin Arlert x Reader - Accidental love (6)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was warm and soft. He felt so at ease and comfortable. He just snuggled closer to the soft warm body that was giving off a nice warmth.
A soft body…?
He franticly opened his eyes and he was met with your peacefully sleeping form next to him. He had to really pull himself together to not make any sudden movements that could wake you up.
Why was he in (Name) room? More important why was he in your bed?!
Slowly he calmed down his nerves. He looked back at you and his breathing quickened.
He was mesmerized by this sight. Your (h/c) hair was beautifully splayed around your face framing it nicely, eyes closed as you were dreaming and a small smile on your soft pink lips.
He was shocked by your soft voice calling his name. He looked at you surprised but you were not awake. He felt a blush making its way onto his face as he heard you say his name.
Were you dreaming of him? He wanted you to say it more; he affectionately caressed your cheeks, removing some of th
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
Sheltering Home: Chocolate Chip Part 4Sheltering Home: Chocolate Chip Part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sheltering Home (Tavros X Reader)
Your eyes slowly fluttered open. You had apparently fallen asleep during the last half of the movie, with Tavros curled up on your chest. You poked the sleeping grub, giggling a bit when he grumbled at you.
"Sorry Tavie, but it's time to get up. I can't feel my legs." You explained. He chirped up at you sleepily, but didn't protest when you got up.
By now it was quite late, but from the sound of the wind it didn't seem like the storm had calmed down any. Great, now you'd just be stuck in the house. House trapped, or something.
You turned your attention back to the little grub and sighed. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm kinda hungry. What d'ya say we grab a bite to eat?" You proposed.
A happy squeak served as enough confirmation for you, sending you skipping into the kitchen to grab some food. However, the strange feeling of someone watching you made you pause.
You quickly shook it off. If there was someone in your house, Mi
HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 06Capítulo 6. “Reencuentro”HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 062 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amaneció, el Sol apenas comenzaba a salir cuando el moreno y Nicaragua estaban ya en un edificio cerca del mar esperando el transporte que los llevaría a donde se encontraba Rafael. Un helicóptero aterrizó en la pista y ambos lo abordaron. Después de que este despegó, Magdalena le entregó una credencial a “Francisco”.
-¿Qué es esto?...
-Es tu pase, también quédate cerca de mí y obedece todo lo que te digan, si no lo haces, esas personas tienen permiso para volarte la cabeza de un disparo…
-E-Está bien, me comportaré…
Pasó el tiempo y se divisó una pequeña isla a lo lejos, en el medio había un edificio blanco con un muro alto a su alrededor, había muchos guardias con armas de alto calibre, lo que hacía estremecer un poco al joven de cabellos castaños.