atlas.i. in which i learn how to fall.atlas.5 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
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.
.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.
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.
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
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.
HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 03Capítulo 3. “Existencias fantasmas”HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 032 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Atolondrado por todo lo que pasaba, se disculpó con su ahora familia y se retiró. En el caminó observaba las calles con atención, el mundo que él creía conocer no existía.
Se detuvo frente a un pequeño, debía ir a investigar sobre la historia del mundo para comprender las cosas mejor. Entendía perfectamente lo de aquella nueva brecha de mar, pero ¿Por qué los cambios de territorio de Estados Unidos, Guatemala y Nicaragua?... y ¿Por qué Costa Rica no existía en el mapa?...
-¿Va a ordenar algo, señor?
-¿Eh?. ¡Ah! S-Sí. Quiero un helado de vainilla con chocolate, por favor.
-¿Vainilla?, ¿Qué es eso?.
-¿Eh?. Ya sabe, de lo que siempre tienen cosas y dulce que las pintan de amarillo.
-Señor, no tengo idea de que me habla…
-E-Está bien, entonces
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
HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 08Capítulo 8. “Primeros pasos.”HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 082 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rafael se negaba rotundamente a separarse del moreno. Él lo quería, y era algo que Rafa se negaba a perder a todo costo, durante años estuvo solo y sufriendo tomando el papel de una rata de laboratorio, pero ahora sentía seguridad…
Pancho acariciaba a Rafael para tratar de calmarlo. Aunque en este mundo Rafael tenía el cabello descuidado y algo enredado, igual Francisco lo encontraba hermoso y disfrutaba acariciar cada largo cabello de él.
-¿Por qué no tienes el cabello sujeto con algo?... Usted odia traer el cabello suelto…
-Eso es debido a que no nos podemos arriesgar a nada poniéndole una liga a su alcance.
-Ya va a empezar de nuevo este… ¿Y qué podría hacer?, ¿Sacarle un ojo a usted con la liga?.
-No conoce a Rafael tanto como dice…
-¿Y usted que sabe de
Honey Bee Cuddles Part 3.A few hours later.Honey Bee Cuddles Part 3.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(Y/n) had gotten ready for her little 'date' with Mituna. Dressed in a simple strapless (f/c) dress that reached her knees along with her favourite pair of sandles, she was completely ready. She had quickly put a coat of lip gloss on, not wanting to over do it (and not liking makeup that much anyway). (Y/n) sat there impatiently, nearing squealing when she finally heard the doorbell ring. A new burst of energy over took her as she half skipped to the door, opening it to revealing a blushing Mituna.
"Hiya 'Tuna!" Mituna seemed to be in a daze, his eyes drifting across her body. Her words however, shocked him out of his state. A bouquet of yellow roses in his hands were quickly shoved to her as he hid behind his slightly more tamed than usual locks. Her eyes widened as she took the flowers, inhaling the sweet scent.
"Awwww! 'Tuna! You're such a sweetheart!" She leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, causing the Captor to fall back on his butt in a b
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.
Prize: Megane (Dave X Reader)MeganePrize: Megane (Dave X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Dave X Reader
You adjusted your glasses with a sigh. The large frames kept falling down your face, and you were starting to get annoyed. Sure, you could easily tighten that loose screw that was causing the problem when you got home, but unfortunately you were currently stuck in the photography club room without a screwdriver.
Supposedly, a representative from the yearbook committee was going to come over to check out the club's photos and see if any of them could be used in the yearbook. Naturally, as club president, everyone had decided that you should be the one to meet up with the 'yearbooker' and help him go through the mountains of photographs.
Of course, you wouldn't have minded going through all this if he had shown up on time. But no, he just had to be twenty minutes late, so you just had to try stacking chairs, which lead to you dropping your glasses, which lead to them having a screw loose. Maybe next time you get bored you'll be a little more careful. Maybe. Probably
breaking the news. hinata shouyoubreaking the news. hinata shouyou1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You always had your dubiety towards the subject, weary every time another sign would spring to your being, but after a longing contemplation with yourself, you had finally decided it was time to determine whether or not you truly were pregnant - You hadn't told your spouse at all about anything that occurred to you, and you were effortlessly able to conceal it this far as a simple 'house flu'. Preferring not to allow those vehemently high levels of hope to grow, not a thing of your suspicions had been spoken.
It was until the tenacity of your hands as they gripped the test that you dared divulge the secrets - you were pregnant; honestly. A shaky breath slipped passed your delicate fingers as you brought them to clasp over your mouth while a resplendently so grin spread across your lips. Utterly speechless, trepidation slowly set in firmly at the back of your mind (but you'd worry about it another time, the only one on your mind was the growing baby and your husband), and you worked har
Weightless || Half-Crow!Hinata x Reader [CE]Weightless || Half-Crow!Hinata x Reader [CE]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time there was a young boy, his body tiny but the heart big as a bear. The fragile back graced with elegant black wings, something that only a few could call their own.
Nothing he desired more than freedom, to fly to every single place that his heart wished for but the boy was cursed by fate, locked up in a cage with his feet and hands forbidden to be used by tight chains that clutched around his small ankles and wrists.
The little crow spent days, week and months, when not even years, in his cage and could only watch the people's feet passing by from the small window near his personal cell.
He envied those who could walk their own path, those who could enjoy the sun's rays prickle on their skin or the soft wind that would mess up their hair eventually.
He could smell fresh air.
Apparently he was in a cellar, the only light that illuminated the large basement were the sun and the moon.
The boy loved the moon more than the sun.
He could look at it without hurting his eyes, i
8 Writing prompts to say 'I love you' #1#1 Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot of whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.8 Writing prompts to say 'I love you' #12 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Now se sing about se varp-core is sis-“ Chekov’s slurring words were getting louder and louder the longer he was on the phone. The empty shot glass on his table confessed guiltily what had been done to make the curly-haired boy so red in the face, so weak to his knees. For no reason he broke out laughing, leaning too far back on his chair at first and then lurching forward to land chest-first on the table.
“See, see, see se most eemportant sing about se varp-core is eet’s ability too- too-“ he trailed off, his head on the table and angled so he could see the lamp hanging over it. “Sat lamp is veery bright (y/n). Veery bright…” Squinting at the light, he groaned and rested his
`together` | connor`together` | connor8 months ago in Romance More Like This
* A/N: Please listen to the song. I think it would be imperative to the fic!
( X )
His blasé, muted voice hums gently in your ear, imitating the echoes of his tribe, whispering for the thousands who existed in their glory before him. The bittersweet lullaby disperses warmth up your skin and you exhale with the rise and descent of the melody escaping from his sallow lips. Frigid air wafts around the both of you, yet from your height in the trees, the caged bird fluttering in your chest breaks free.
The lull of his enveloping voice sinks like a veil over your body, and when his fingers absently tangle with yours, his calloused digits painfully remind you of the sorrow flowing through his veins. His infamous hood sinks like a black shroud over his mesmerizing eyes, the penetrating gleam that often screamed silently of unrivaled journeys. Chin turned away from you, the heat from his hand expresses his deepest senti
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
Kei Tsukishima x Reader |Fun with Puns|Kei Tsukishima x Reader |Fun with Puns|6 days ago in Humor More Like This
The first fact you take into consideration is his tone. It's rude, you're aware; but that only seems to be a coverup. 'For what, exactly?' you ponder, lips pursing. A few suggestions simultaneously come to mind, but you settle on what you believe to be true.
Lips curling into a soft smile, you turn to face your tall boyfriend. He stares at you -- cheeks reddening at your sudden cheerful aura.
"Stop what?" you inquire, a laugh threatening to spill from your lips when he scowls.
"Looking at me like that," he's fast to answer.
"Like what, Tsukki?"
Tsukishima wrinkles his nose at the nickname, but doesn't comment on it.
"... Like you're pitying me, or something equally stupid."
You blink. Once, twice.
'Of all the things, that's what you're the most concerned about?' It doesn't surprise you all that much. Tsukishima is prideful, it doesn't take a genius to realize that.
"I'm not pitying you," you explain, offering yet another grin. "Unless you're implying t
Bail. [Levi x Reader] [Short]It wasn't like he had wanted to call you. He knew that as soon as you saw him, you would sigh and shake your head, and though you wouldn't say it, he would recognise from the way that your shoulders slumped and your brow furrowed that you were disappointed in him. Those were times he couldn't meet your eyes. No matter how hard he tried to change, the two of you only ever seemed to meet when he was behind bars, once again, in need of bail.Bail. [Levi x Reader] [Short]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Why’d you always call me, Levi?” you asked. It was the first time that you had broken the post-jail-house routine of radio silence.
“You’re the only one left that I know will show up,” he says, simply.
He takes the small smile you make as a reward.
“I can’t keep doing this, you know. I'm – I'm gonna run out of money, eventually. Please keep out of trouble,” you plead, before kissing him on the cheek and making
Sheltering Home: Blackberry Hearts Part 4Sheltering Home (Equius X Reader)Sheltering Home: Blackberry Hearts Part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were cold, lost and scared. There was nothing around you except dark streets. “Equius? Dave? Anyone?” you shouted. There was no response, just the loud beating of your heart. You began running, unsure of where you were going or where you started from. Your heartbeat grew louder with each step, until it was nearly deafening. The dark street ways that you were racing through suddenly became wet underfoot and you slipped.
You screamed when you realized you were now lying in a pool of blue blood. There was no way that anyone could survive losing this much blood. You were blinded by tears and deafened by your heartbeat. You curled into the fetal position and sobbed.
The world was suddenly illuminated by a soft golden glow. The bloody streets faded into white and the air warmed. You felt safe and cared for. All was well as you snuggled into the source of the mysterious warmth.
The sunlight seeped into your room
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.
Derek x Beta!Reader: Red Hot PistolI was pissed off. Pissed off big time.Derek x Beta!Reader: Red Hot Pistol1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stalked out of the Hale House, muttering foul, unholy words under my breath about a certain asshole Alpha. That jackass, formally known as Derek frickin' Hale, had gotten on my last surviving nerve. Now listen to me before you start the judgemental bullcrap. I can take casual name calling, I can take punks who think their God's gift, but what I can not take is some stupid, irritating Alpha who thinks he can undermine me just because he's higher up in the ranks then me.
Flashback to 10 minutes ago
There was no pack meeting tonight, but that didn't mean it wasn't a '(Y/N)-you-won't-last-with-this-attitude' night, which consisted of a total of 5 days per week. Nice.
Derek sat before me, his piercing green eyes surveying my once black and blue peppered arms. 'What was that crap you pulled last night? You weren't able to take on that Alpha, you're lucky you weren't shredded into pieces,' he said in a ton
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
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