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the bones of my smile curve too harshly.
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.

carnal; carnage.

you stare at me with eyes pulled tight,
your pupils shrinking away
as my hands curve into claws at your side.



killer.

sometimes, i scare even myself.

the line between lust and violence is easy to blur, and sometimes it's easier to give in to that primal instinct than to hold on to innocence.


[ i'm not too sure about this one. serious critique please? ]
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i.   in which i learn how to fall.

it's just a step forward.

    it's just a breath:
    an inhalation;
    a release.

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 eyes, dear,
and hold you all the tighter.




iii. in which i learn how to cry

it's just a cell gone wrong.

    it's just decay:
    dust settling into your old bones;
    tarnished with sepia memories.

it's the hard muscle of your heart; the silent smile of your eyes.
it's the skeleton frailty of your hope that shatters my strength.

i can reach higher than you, now,

but years behind me a small girl still stretches for your hand.


i can hold us together, anchored to my heart
and keep you standing.

a dream of a safe place.
a saviour hidden in a song.
a cry of sorrow and of strength.






we find safety in smiles and linked fingers and glass marbles, and days when sunshine pours through the windows.

we find safety in those who take our hands when the world becomes too heavy, and offer to share the weight.

we find safety in dreams and the sky and the beautiful people who make it all worth it.




i know your arms are aching from holding things inside.
i know your arms are shaking from holding up the sky.
you know my arms are aching to be wrapped around your spine. ♥ ♪

rest your arms - low low low la la la love love love
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locked in monochrome smiles, that night was heavy with the dawn,
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 other’s 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.
because I always wanted someone halfway between Rick Blaine and the Joker.

so perfect.

♫ you are the moon - the hush sound
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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 videojuegos, vayan de fiesta. Llenen su tiempo, y no se lamenten mirando el techo hasta que caigan en depresión.

Artist Block = Vacaciones mentales.

Ahora a lo que esta guía está dedicada, que es buscar inspiración, principalmente para escribir pero obviamente también sirve para otras artes, y da lo mismo si te faltan ideas como si te sobran.

La inspiración está en todas partes. En cada imagen y nota musical, en cada forma y color. Es cosa de saber mirar y encontrarás mundos asombrosos encerrados en todas partes. Shigeru Miyamoto, uno de los diseñadores y creadores del videojuego Zelda, sacó ideas para los mapas y templos de los bosques tras su casa. ¿Cuántas horas les tomó pasar ese juego, a aquellos que lo jugaron? Y todo salió de la parte trasera de la casa de alguien (en cierta medida).

Hay unas criaturitas que no salen a cazar inspiración porque ellos la expelen, la ven, la reciben, la reinventan y la potencian: los niños. Los niños ven con mente abierta todo, por ello nada tiene un solo sentido, sino que muchos. ¿"No será eso imaginación"? Inspiración e imaginación van muy unidas. Una persona con mucha imaginación nunca debería faltarle inspiración, pero pasa, porque nos acostumbramos a hacer los planos antes que poner los ladrillos de la casa, que en la realidad es algo infaltable, pero en la mente es algo inútil ya que la ata a costumbres y prejuicios. Si uno consigue ver el mundo como cuando lo hacía de niño, nunca le faltarán ideas. Piensen que Scratch, la ardilla de La era de hielo, era un personaje de la hija del director.

Los ejercicios para liberar tu imaginación son sencillos y fáciles de aprender, pero advierto que podrían cambiar tu percepción y si eres cuadrado o muy inseguro tal vez te resulte incómodo, así que primero van unos tips para cazar inspiración aptos para todos.

+Mira a tu alrededor. Míralo bien. ¿Cuando caminas por la calle miras el suelo, a las personas? ¿Te has puesto a ver los árboles? ¿Te has puesto a mirar los edificios del tercer piso para arriba? (Y dios que he visto cosas al hacer eso xD) ¿Te has fijado en cómo son los techos de las casas?

+Consume cultura. Películas, libros, anime, juegos, documentales, pinturas, arquitectura, música. Toma tu género preferido y explótalo hasta que le pidas más. No menosprecies obras porque son infantiles, si escribes para público juvenil debes aprender de tus pares.

+Cambia la rutina. De vez en cuándo cambiar la ruta del trabajo, el lugar donde almuerzas siempre, es suficiente.

+Intercultura. Si nada despierta tu interés, tal vez una cultura diferente sí lo haga. Investígala, conoce, y si ya eres uno de los que preferiría vivir en otro país que el propio, compáralos a fondo, ¿por qué en tu país hacen esto y en el otro no? Tanto lo positivo como lo negativo.


Ahora vienen unas opciones más densas.

+Sal de tu burbuja.No tienes que cambiar quién eres ni a tus amigos, simplemente mira como lo que no eres. Si eres un roquero, saca tu lado electrónico, popero, newage. Suena imposible, pero se puede, mientras sea algo que te siga agradando. Al inicio puede resultar chocante, pero puede ser con otra cosa que no sea música. Yo me catalogo de chica electrónica y otaku, sin embargo me gusta el newage y el metal y trato de aprender a rugir… xD!

+SIN PREJUICIOS. Juzgar a los demás y rechazar ideas porque te llevan la contraria es lo que causa que el mundo esté como está (más o menos). Tener mayor comprensión y ser más empático no traerá la paz mundial, pero te ayudará a entender mucho mejor lo que sucede sin exacerbarte, sin asustarte, sin dejarte llevar por la masa, por lo tanto serás más analítico.

+SAL DE LA MASA. Huye de ella tan lejos como puedas. Si eres alguien que busca inspiración quiere decir que estás fuera de ella. La masa absorbe, obedece y sigue, los que buscamos inspiración de antemano buscamos algo distinto, ¿no? Se puede entrar y salir de ella a gusto, eso está bien, pero si eres fácilmente influenciable, ten cuidado con dejarte llevar.

+Conserva todas tus ideas. Dibujos, esbozos de historias. Si son valiosas, si tienen una idea importante, consérvalo, da igual qué tan viejo y vergonzoso sea (sólo asegúrate de que nadie inadecuado lo encuentre). A veces sólo falta que una idea se cruce con otra para que resulten en algo totalmente nuevo.


Poniendo en práctica varios de estos puntos podrás empezar a cazar ideas donde sea, de lo que sea, pero si aún no lo tienes claro prueba con estos ejercicios:

-Descontextualizar algo. Ya sea poner un personaje medieval en nuestra época, cómo sería, como escribir una escena romántica usando una canción de rock (que fue lo que a mí me ayudó a descomponer la música en función de melodía para enfatizar momentos. La que utilicé fue Chop Suey)

-Suponer. ¿Qué pasaría si…? Ése jardín fuera un bosque encantado. Ése boulevard fuera en verdad una ciudad de criaturas mágicas. Si esa estatua se moviera, cómo andaría, qué causaría en la gente.

-Conecta. Conecta lo que haces con lo que ves. El trasfondo de tus personajes o tu historia, compáralo con otras obras CUIDADOSAMENTE, tampoco te frustres si la idea del megadirector te ganó ni pongas descaradamente algo que parece mejor en lugar de lo que tienes. Si ves un documental de metafísica y física cuántica, aplica lo que explican a la posibilidad dentro de tu historia. NO A QUE OCURRA, sino que "¿tu mundo está siguiendo las leyes de ellos?", si sí o si no es irrelevante, pero ponerse a pensar de esta forma lentamente despierta tú habilidad para fundamentar y conectar una cosa con la otra, que sirve después como, Ej: "gato -> grandes felinos -> criaturas que cazan de noche -> depredadores y guardianes -> raza para cada uno". Y el cuento termina en donde más te guste.


La sociedad actual y su ritmo de vida nos obligan a pensar de una forma preconcebida, y no nos damos cuenta. No es algo malo, salvo cuando interfiere con nuestra habilidad para pensar claro, y lo peor es que se nota en los peores momentos. Por eso si no sabes qué hacer y te faltan ideas, es normal, pero entonces ¿por qué te desespera no poder hacer algo?, simplemente se debe a que "si no produces rápido, te quedas fuera". Aprende a analizar y comparar situaciones, te dirá mucho de ti y tu entorno, el que trata siempre de verlo con un lente general.

Cuando pienses distinto, aunque sea un poquito a como lo hacías antes, ya podrás encontrar inspiración donde antes no encontrabas mucho.

Dicen que el que busca encuentra, y para los cazadores de inspiración esta llega sola. Ahora, si todo esto te parece extraño y que no funcionará contigo, búscate a un cazador de inspiración que te ayude y apoye, no todos escriben y estar en contacto con ellos promueve tu propia inspiración.
Tanto usar la palabra inspiración me hizo que me cayera mal xD!

Hay personas que son verdaderas antenas parabólicas de ideas, reciben de todo. Lo único, no junten a dos personas así para crear ideas o acabará mal. Bueno, no mal, pero tal vez algo insípido, cuando dos buenas ideas chocan y se nivelan para no pasarse a llevar es una catástrofe. Salvo una esté "low batery" entonces háganlo pero sino, mejor no.

Mi mejor fuente de inspiración es anime y la música, pero cuando estoy en crisis mi salvación es la arquitectura, adoro salir a caminar por mi ciudad y perderme, caminar kilómetros y kilómetros encontrando casas que además de hacerme exclamar "quisiera vivir allí", digo "quiero que mis personajes pasen por allí!". No siempre es aplicable, pero puede inspirar todo un capítulo con ciudad de ese estilo, en donde desarrollas su cultura a base de la estética del hogar.

Un dato que no puse proque me parece obvio es "rodéense con su ambiente". Si el agua los calma, vayan al mar, a una piscina pública, métanse en la tina un rato, etc. Si lo son árboles, al campo y si no pueden, busque las calles más frondosas de su ciudad, el parque que más les guste. tener su energía en equilibrio es muy importante para trabajar bien, en todo sentido
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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.

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’d have said he would have made a very fine wife indeed, had he not gotten on one knee that stargazing-filled evening.

“Gaara….?” You inquired quietly, expression worried until your eyes fell upon his dark silhouette as he sat on the side of the bed, one of his legs still up on the mattress as he stared at the sand that tornado-ed across the palm of his hand. His simple, soft canvas trousers were the only thing he slept in and they crinkled at the tops of his thighs due to the position he was in. His cry for help silent, his shoulders slumped down and he rubbed the sweaty nape of his neck wearily as though an enormous burden had been taken from him, leaving him exhausted and with an incredibly stiff body.

“Gaara,” you whispered as you crawled up to him, placing your arms around him in a hug from behind. “Another nigh-“ He nodded wordlessly before you could finish your rhetorical question. “Oh, sweetheart,” you breathed, pulling him to your chest. The soft sound of sand falling onto the floor went unnoticed by either of you. Pressing your lips tenderly to his clammy forehead, his pale cheeks and his chapped lips, you rubbed down his bare spine in comfort.

“It’s alright,” continuing to croon at him in such a manner, your arms wrapped around him as he broke down, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his body wracked with salt less sobs. This was another thing you hadn’t known about him; his guilt.
He felt incredibly guilty about all those people he’d killed in the past and yet he was unable to express this, save for the way he was doing now. His victims always haunted him in dreams, taking over where the One-Tail had left off. The One-Tail had driven Gaara to the brink of insanity every night, rendering him unable to sleep at all. But now he’d lost the tailed beast, the spirits of his victims continued to torment him every time he closed his eyes. He said the only way the nightmares stopped was when you were there, keeping him warm. But even then, that didn’t always keep the terrors away.

Stroking his jaw caringly with the side of your thumb, you rocked him as he tried to get as close to you as your baby-belly would allow. His reddish mop of dishevelled bedhair having been tucked under your chin, you combed through it aimlessly as you plucked your vocal strings in an attempt to stir some comforting chords. The melody you half-hummed, half-made the words up to was echoed soon by the lulled snore he started up.

His chest rose in a tranquil rhythm, his unshed tears still glistening on his dark, spiked eyelashes. The corners of your lips tilted up whilst you gently laid him on his back, brushing some ends of the red strands from his relaxed face. Then you joined him, leaning your head onto his firm chest and threading your fingers together.
As you were listening to his steady breathing, you lost yourself somewhere in the realms of dreams.
.... Meep.
I just felt like it, alright?

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~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
of books.

WARNING! BELOW ARE SOME REFERENCES TO ELSA, FROM FROZEN!
She's so fucking awesome.

:3

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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.

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.

Jack Frost, a mischievous winter spirit and a Guardian of Fun scrambled into one.

You couldn't believe it...after all, you were 17 years old and yet you still believed in a make-believe character. Jack couldn't believe it either. You were, of course...just a tad bit older than what he's used to.

Not that he was complaining, of course.

Jack always found some excuse to come your hometown and pop in on you for a chat. Perhaps it was just him being nice, and just being plain grateful for a teenage in over 300 years who actually believes in the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, Santa, even that Australian Kangaroo.

Or it was the fact that this Guardian of Fun had a small crush on you. But of course, Jack hid this from you, and continued to stay in the friend-zone.

You blinked up at the sky, taking in the sight of the snowflakes falling around you.
You breathed in the cold night air deeply, and watched the swirling mist as you breathed back out slowly.

Jack stared at you and laid down his staff beside him. He remained silent as he chewed on bottom lip in thought. 'Should I tell her...?' he thought.

"Hey, Jack...?"

Jack hummed a response as he waited for you to continue.

"...What...is it like to be immortal??"

Jack stopped in the middle of chewing his lip for a moment before glaring upwards at his old friend, Manny.

Manny's warm yellow glow shined upon the two of you, making Jack's hair gleamed like silver and your eyes shined with curiosity as you waited for his response.

"...It's alright, I guess..."

You nudged him with your elbow, silently telling him to go on.

He sighed heavily before saying,

"Being able to live forever is cool...I mean, I get to watch humanity move forward and create new things...just like now...this...'Tech-no-logy'" he said, emaciating the word slowly.

"I can meet new kids and continue to do what I do best....no....what I enjoy to do best. I'm the spirit of winter itself, (Name)."

You started to smile but stopped in the middle when he turned his gaze down to the ground and continued to speak in a low tone.

"But...every year, I watch the kids grow up...and one by one, they leave me. Alone...forgotten. I watch them grow up...have a family of their own...and then they wither and die. Every year...its the same...I make a new friend but I know I've lost an old one. Humanity moves forward every day...and with this new technology...there will be no need for me, North, Tooth, Sandy or even the Kangaroo anymore..."

Your heart ached slightly when his knuckles turned even whiter than before as he tightened his fist.

"...It's not just friends though...its also the ones you love the most..."

Your ears perked up at the word, 'love' but frowned a bit in jealously.

'Does this mean...he was in love once??' you thought.

Jack remained silent, and you began to think that he was done with the subject when he spoke more softly.

"There was kingdom...a long...long time ago. No body remembers it, of course, but it existed. That's where I saw her for the first time. She was just like me. She was different from others, and because of her difference, she was forced to be bounded by rules and stupid obligations.
But then one day...she let it go. She didn't care what they were going to say.

You  could say that the cold never bothered her anyway...
Well, soon after, her sister and her saved the kingdom from this douche-bag who wanted to be king...and she became queen.

Her people accepted her...but she remained to be a free spirit.
Every year, they would have this festival, and she would make it winter again.
At one of these festivals, she and I managed to meet, and I got to teach her a few
of my tricks.

In time, we became friends...and closer...really close. I told her that I would always be there for her, and she said the same with me...and I was stupid enough to believe her.

I went away because I needed to spread some snow around...but when I came back, she was a year older.

A year passed, and she was a year older again. Over and over.

I came back, and she was already married to some guy. She felled in love with someone else...I forgave her, of course...but you know...its hard to forget your first love....

I came back and there were these kids with her beautiful eyes.

Then one day, I came back, and there was this old lady.

I ran away because I didn't want to believe it...

After running away from her, the guilt was too much for me and I wanted to go back.

But things happened...

Once I did come back...she was gone..."

You had turned away from Jack and closed your eyes in pain. You didn't mind that he was in love once before but...the pain he must have felt...or even feeling now made your heart yearn to comfort him.

You ignored the feeling as you asked,

"What...What was her name?"

Jack breathed out heavily, before standing up stiffly.

"Elsa...it was Elsa..."

Jack looked up at the moon, anger gleaming in his eyes.

He picked up his staff and swung it around, causing a blast of cold wind to burst from the the wood.
Jack turned towards you when he felt your hand on his shoulder.

Jack felt his heart ache when he saw concern in your _e/c_ eyes, but ignored the feeling.

"Immortality is a blessing, (Name)...but its also just a curse." he muttered angrily as he slammed the end of his staff into the ground a few times.

"I-I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked..." you trailed off before giving him a small smile.
"How 'bout tomorrow you and I go sledding again? It was fun the first time...when except when you almost killed me with that one tree-"

"There won't be a tomorrow, (Name)" he mumbled.

"Oh...Well, next time, I guess...." you said.

"Well, there won't be a next time either." he responded.

You frowned in confusion as Jack glared at you menacingly.

"I'm just a fairy tale character. Something that only children should believe in."

"Sure, but I believe in you anyway-"

"You're stupid for doing so then."

"Hey! I thought you and everyone else was happy with me believing in them and-"

Jack growled and flew upwards. You stepped towards him with an glare.
"Jack!"
You reached out with your hand, when Jack swung his staff at you. Thick ice separated the two of you, and prevented you to move forward.

You stumbled back a bit from the sudden attack and peered up at Jack with tears in your eyes.

"Grow up. Just grow up and forget about me, (Name). It's safer for both of us..."

And with that, Jack flew away into the sky. You called after him.

You ran for a while before slipping on some ice. You sniffled a bit as you allowed the tears to fall down your cheeks.

"...I love you..."

Little did you know that the winter spirit heard you...though these three words made his heart jump...it made him afraid for you. Afraid that the same thing that happened with Elsa..will happen to you too someday.

~le timeskip~
You continued to meet at the same exact spot for a month, every time hoping that Jack will be there.

You had hoped to fixed your friendship with the Guardian, but to no avail.

He never showed up.

Finally, one day you walked past your usual meeting place.

You were allowing yourself to forget about Jack along with the rest of the Guardians.

"He was never real..."

~A few weeks later~
Jack flew slowly towards _hometown_, adding a few touch of snow here and there.
He was here to make amends...after much insistence from the other Guardians, as well as the same overwhelming guilt he had felt when he ran away from Elsa a long time ago.

Only then, did he realize how stupid he was for running away from his feelings.
Though he was still afraid of losing you someday, he rather spend the rest of your life by your side.

He took a deep breath as he landed outside of your house. He raised his hand to knock on the door and was about to when you opened the door suddenly.

Jack flew backwards in surprise but gave a grin when he saw you.
His grin faltered a bit when he took in your appearance.
"Hey, what's with the long face, (Name)?" he joked.
He chuckled nervously when you continued to stare at him. You looked down at your porch as you silently closed the door behind you.
"...Look...(Name)" he mumbled as you zipped up your coat.

He waited for a response, and getting none, he continued.

"I know. I shouldn't be talking to you especially since I avoided you for a month..."

You stormed past him, but he easily caught up with you as he flew beside you.

"I'm sorry." Jack said sincerely.

You continued to walk.

"...I'm sorry."

You pulled out your phone and checked the time before shoving it back in your pocket and glared in front of you.

"...I said I was sorry....and I mean it too..."

Jack repeated. Still, you walked on.

"You're so stubborn..." he muttered. "Hey, (Name)"

You stopped at the crossroad and looked left and right before walking quickly across the street.

"I know you can hear me, (Name)..."Jack growled.

"(Name)...stop. I'm getting annoyed."

You sighed out loud as you forced yourself to walk faster.

"(Name)! Quit ignoring me!" Jack yelled.

You didn't stop, so Jack stepped in front of you.

"Hey-"

Jack was cut off when you walked through him.

He turned around swiftly, watching your retreating form walk away. He watched you sneeze and heard you mutter,

"Why did it get cold all of a sudden?"

Jack frowned in confusion before he caught up with you.

"(Name)? What was that?"
You made no reply.

He flew in front of you again, and stared into your _e/c_ eyes.

"(Name)? Come on!"

Jack tried to grab the sides of your face but to no avail. His hands went through.

"No. No, no, no."

"(Name)! It's me, Jack! You know, the winter spirit!"

Jack looked around and realized that this was the usual meeting spot for the two of you.

"(Name)! See, this is where we had loads of fun-(Name)! I need you to believe! I didn't mean what I said that night! Please! Just believe!" he cried once he realized that you couldn't see nor hear him.

You walked through him again as you focused on getting out your earphones.

Jack watched you walk away from him, your every step was like a knife in his cold, frozen heart.


It was happening again. Except instead of losing you through old age, he lost you because he ran away once again.

Because he told you to grow up.
The pain he felt after hearing about Elsa's death came back but stronger than ever as he felt regretful tears spring up in his eyes.

He struggled to control himself as snowflakes stared to fall down from above. Soon, the wind was howling, much like the swirling storm inside of him. How ironic.

Jack shut his eyes tightly in anger and regret as he ran his hand through his white hair in frustration.

He lowered himself to the ground and hugged himself silently.

One thought ran through his mind.


I love you too...(Name)
Yeah, not one of my greatest, but meh.
I'll continue this but it will be a short series so expect it to be like 3 parts in all...
Yep...I killed off Elsa in here....BUT at least she and Jack had a thing...
I kinda ship Jack and Elsa together but they're alike in so many ways that I'm just standing in my babbling corner
basically saying,
"They can just be really really close friends...THEY'RE LIKE EACH OTHER! It's kinda weird to...you know... love yourself."
I said this to my friends in the batcave and they threw food at me.
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I still need to get the tomato sauce out of my hair....

HERE'S THE SECOND PART! tinacccc.deviantart.com/art/Aw…
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     “What is Corporal’s obsession with those birds? Every single time he sees one, he stops and stares until it flies away.” Eren’s eyes flit over to the stalky, muscular soldier, the man who everybody believed to be perfect, untainted, without flaw. Hanji’s expression contorts to a somber frown, the small bluebird suddenly fluttering away. Back was the old Levi, the same irritable grump.

            “Eren, whatever you do, never ask him about the bluebird.”

Eren’s curiosity is subdued with the gloomy glint in Hanji’s gaze. The Corporal turns his head signaling with a lazy flick of his hand to follow. Hanji leaves a confused and awed Eren behind, ponytail trailing lowly with the bob of her head.

Eren was beyond baffled; did they really understand the Corporal beyond Humanities Strongest? Or had the 104th cadets merely succumbed to Levi’s fame ridden title?

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Dear Bluebird,

    I don’t know what has come upon me, but I think about you more often. It should be somewhere close to the day we met, I remember it was Spring. What else do I say?

    There’s a titan shifter,  ass face named Eren Jaeger. At first he absolutely annoyed me, with that all his social justice shit and ‘kill the titans’ motto. But then he proved himself. Oddly enough, I came to think he’s a little like me, while being nothing like me at the same time. Does that even make any sense? I bet it would to you. You would understand…

    Isabel and Farlan meet me in my dreams. Since I don’t know when you’re coming back…or if you will at all…I sometimes pray to meet you with them. But you never come. Where are you Bluebird? Where do you sing? Where do you silently perch yourself on the branches and wait for me?

    Are you even  waiting for me? Damn…enough of this mushy shit. I’m about to look out the window, gonna go train. I'm waiting for you.

Levi

 

Levi sighs, folding the letter neatly in three flaps and tucking it in a drawer with the other hundreds of letters he wrote for Bluebird…wherever she was. It was like writing to a diary, except signing to a real person lost out there. And he figured that if one day she comes waiting outside of his quarters again, that he would hand her all the pieces of his past, all the lightly scratched words, and enjoin her back into his life.

It seems to Levi that the imminent distance caused more love to bloom in his heart; her absence ached exceedingly so.

Yes, love. He painfully admitted the four letter word to himself after Farlan and Isabel succumbed to their horrible deaths. Because if she was here, she would lightly touch his skin as if a millisecond of contact was laden with a million unsaid words.  He knew, then and there, when his furious rage subsided, that he desperately needed her. And only her.

Levi lets a long, heavy breath seep from his nostrils, back pressed against his stiff chair. The sunset was beyond breathtaking, a stunning mirage of hues painted artistically in the horizon. Every object, every part of nature, every human, snatched an orange glow as if each were autumn leaves in the tree of life. With his arms crossed across his abs, he lets his gaze flit over to whatever caught his attention: Jaeger and Hanji performing stupid experiments, Arlet trotting after a chatter box Jean doing heavens knows what, Sasha and Connie snooping around, Mikasa being a star child and practicing as she was told, and—what? Who was that unidentified figure? Levi edges a little closer to window, cursing whoever failed embarrassingly at wiping the stains on the glass. Unknowingly a rapid padding heartbeat thudded painfully inside his chest; his heart already knew what his mind took longer to process.

The curve of the shoulders, the clutch of the hands, the light roll of the feet, the shine of the hair—

There was no doubt in the world who she was.

At that moment, Levi could have possibly been the bluebird, half leaping from his perch in the room, and dashing uncharacteristically outside the base. Quick, and nimble, he navigated his way towards her confused figure, her eyes watching the silhouette of the buildings against the sky. Who was she looking for? He wasn’t sure, but his heart was about to tear out of his chest just by the mere sight of her. With heavy, weighing breaths he trots to a stop, chest heaving about five arm distances away from her.

But the kick of the dirt alerted her, and with a soft turn her body angles towards Levi. Just like that Levi was sure the flower meadows she carried along with her transformed the blackened, tainted landscape. The purity of her gaze brought a light, playful wind, and every single flower was remnant of her love just like every letter was token of Levi’s love.

Her heart was magnetizing, and without even giving himself permission or asking for hers, Levi lets his body drag towards her still, lean one.  He could feel the exhilaration radiate off of her, elation twinkling in the depth of her delicate eyes. If only…if only he had the guts to touch her, to permanently etch the feel of her skin in his brain, the brush of her rosy lips against his, the light fluttering of her eyelashes marking his cheek.

But suddenly he realizes, he didn’t need it just yet because her simple gaze, one that seemed to want to spill years of emotion and endurance right there into Levi’s hands, was enough. He recited all that he needed to right in her eyes.

And for once, for the first time since he began to communicate with her, there was no need for superfluous words. Every thought of hers was like an open book on her features, and he sunk in the depth of the letters that cascaded around her. She lifts her hands to his cheeks, thumbs grazing the stressed lilac skin under his eyes, and traces the contours of his visage as if mapping where she wanted to assess next.  With the flicker of her gaze, the sensation of concern, pleasure, relief, and without a doubt that unexplainable emotion of love, washes over him. And just like the dew that slips from the light veins of  rosy petals, tiny globules escape the refuge of her eyes.

Levi’s lips part, drinking in the sweet pea scent of the meadow she carried, wanting to comfort her in any way, but without warning, she opens her shapely lips and leans a little forward, thumbs feathering across his jawline.

            “Le-e-e—v-v-i-i…”

And just like that, the glorious flood of emotion showers over him, the landscape teeming with a beautiful sensation, one he couldn’t dare to explain, one so intimate he selfishly savored all for himself. and as her hands lightly fall to her sides, he lifts his own, remembering exactly what she taught him to say years ago. With a shaky tug of his lips, he signed the three most important words of his life, letting her take her possession of his heart.

I love you.

And finally, Bluebird was the one that stayed.

Forever.

 

 "A true love needs no words. It will bloom without you asking."

 

 

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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.

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.” One of the other ones echoed, reaching out to stroke down your cheek. “I know just the game~” You smashed your foot up into his groin, slapping the other one around the face. The third one quailed and bailed it before his behind was kicked to the curb.

“You alright?” You asked, offering your hand to Raivis. What happened next was something you would have never even dreamed. He slapped your hand away. Whilst you stood frozen in shock, he got to his feet, wiping the blood from a cut on his mouth.

“I can’t take this anymore!” His voice sounded strangled, anguish deeply embedded in his tone. “I’ve had enough!”

With that he ran away from you, hoping his tears would go unnoticed by you. Your eyes widened and you ran after him, but because of that second of hesitation he was out of sight.

The next few months you searched high and low for him, but no matter who you asked or where you looked you couldn’t find Raivis. Each night you wallowed in the despair that your friend might have passed to the next world and every morning you made yourself cling to the hope that he okay.

You always tried to avoid the bullies at school, now that Raivis had disappeared they were always looking for a new punch bag to exploit. All you could was hope he was alive. And if you were allowed to be selfish, was it okay for you to want to see him again?


“Hey. Brat.” You winced as a hand flew in front of your face, slamming into the locker next to you. Getting your trembling under control, you turned towards the person who was rudely addressing you.

“What do you want?”

The boy leaned forward to you, making you smell his vile breath. “Where’s the midget?” He asked and expected an answer. Just hearing the way he referred to your friend made your blood boil, but before you could answer, something hit the side of his head.

The boy reeled to the side, clutching his ear. “I’m right here.” Raivis straightened up from the flying kick he’d landed on the guy and smirked. Wait what?! A) where the hell did he learn to do a flying kick?! And B) how can he smirk?! I mean he’s like the cutest guy ever?!

Calm, you thought to yourself, massaging your temples as you watched Raivis beat the living hell out of the bullies. Letting out a shaky breath, you sank to the floor. Raivis rubbed his neck. “You alright?” He offered you his hand, saying the line you always said when you’d chased the bad guys away.

“I’m beginning to be.” Using his hand as a leverage, you hugged him tightly. He’d grown slightly and had firmed up but he was as warm as ever. “I thought you were gone forever...” you muttered angrily at him, squeezing him tightly.

“Sorry.” He murmured back, his own arms around your shoulders and waist. “I needed some time to think and stuff...” You pushed him away. “You left for four months! That must’ve been a lot of thinking!”

He blushed and looked at the ground. “I did other things as well....”

“Such as?” You retorted, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. “I trained with Ludwig! And Yao taught me martial arts!” He looked up at you, his big eyes hopeful. “I think I’ve even grown a bit!”

Biting your lip, you sniffed. “You idiot!” It seemed like he shrunk at you outburst. “I don’t care about that! You shouldn’t have just disappeared like that! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!” He reached out to you, pulling you close to him.

You struggled at first, but when he didn’t yield you collapsed. “You could have called or something.” He tightened his grip on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “If I heard your voice I would’ve come back immediately. I wanted to become strong. And to do that, I had to train.”

He kissed your cheek and rocked you gently. “But now I can protect you.” That was what had done it for him, you were always sticking your neck out for him, very nearly getting hurt in the process. That was what had driven him to become stronger.

“You left me alone for a long time.” You said, gazing into his eyes. “You have to make up for it!” He chuckled and nodded. “I promise I won’t leave your side from now on.”

Smiling, you decided to be bold. You pressed your lips to his sweetly and even though it was only a short kiss he turned bright red. “For how long though?”

“For ever and ever.”
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 In another world, there would be no Titans. There would be no perishing. There would be no salty tears. There would be no burning heartache. There would be no wretched pain.

    But there would also be no Eren Jaeger. And you needed him.

    “Eren,”

    “Hmm…” He plops down next to you and props up a knee. The past midnight breeze teases the ends of his cocoa hair, and the moonlight illuminates his expressive teal eyes. You were always amazed at the complexity of emotions you found swirling in his orbs unlike the seemingly childish tantrums he always threw. If you could, you would spend a whole day just staring at him, just absorbing his features and carving them into your memory.

    “Have you ever dreamed of a world where none of this happened?”

    “I dream that I can kill all the titans so none of this can happen again.” He says nonchalantly, eyes scanning the span of buildings before the two of you. The wall seemed to be the calmest area when the sun went down. It was always relaxing to see all the commotion and horror asleep for a little while.

    “There you go again,” You chuckle and nudge his shoulder with your own.

    “What, that is my lifelong dream!” He squawks defiantly, but a knowing grin creeps up on his lips.

    “I meant, where none of this ever happened in the first place. Where we always had good, happy lives.”  You pull up your thumb to start biting the nail (an ugly habit that emerged from recurring stress), but Eren ‘tsks’ and engulfs your hand in his. His eyes scold you and you sigh.

    “You forget we’ve experienced the most terror up first hand. We dream and wish for that life. But people always find something to riot about. Life wouldn’t be simply perfect without the titans.”

    “But it would be ten times better.” You lick your lips, trying to find another distraction instead of your nails. Eren still holds your hand and begins tracing circles on it with his callused thumb. A giddy feeling blooms in your stomach; you absolutely adored that action.

    “That’s true. But would I be in that alternate world?” You can hear the grin in his voice and he begins to play games with your hand.

    “Probably not. It’s because of these circumstances I met you. I wouldn’t have even known who you were. ” You find a smile blossoming on your lips, the muscles in your cheeks stretching widely. The day you met Eren wasn’t really a flamboyant or shocking moment. After Levi beat him up in the courtroom you had to tend to his extensive injuries. That was when you found out he was actually kind of shy around girls and had a high sense of moral character.

    “Right. So why do you think so out-of-this-worldly? Just focus on here, the now, just focus on me!” The laughter bubbles in his throat, and you reach out to sock him in the shoulder.

    “Did you take how to be greasy lessons from Jean?” Your voice is stark in the midnight air, but the never ending silence of the vicinity masks your playful bickering.     

    “Kind of, he DID teach me how to make you blush—“

    “EREN!” You gasp none too quietly.

Eren falls backward and faces the sky, the hilarity of his lame statement evident on his features. You copy him and he shifts so that an arm is around your shoulders and underneath your neck.

Needless to say the blinking stars and sparkling of the moon’s silver light remind you immediately of Eren’s eyes—part of the reason he could always find you outside during the full moon.

    “I’m totally kidding,” The sound of his voice is reduced to a low whisper as if the presence of the magnificent sky demanded only silent viewers.

    “Really? I didn’t know…” You murmur. You realize it wasn’t just the physical attribute of the night sky that reminded you so dearly of Eren’s eyes.  It seemed to engulf you in an embrace, securely tuck you in, and undeniably understand you. You felt sheltered under the protection of atmosphere similar to how Eren gives you a meaningful gaze before expeditions. You could tell the future in his eyes, take refuge in them, see the beauty that underlies his soul in them. You were drowned and washed away in the brilliance of his eyes although he would never understand. They were the key to his raw humanity, and you read him like an award winning book, like no matter how much you sunk in the jade arena, there is still more to discover about him.

    “What are you thinking about?”

    “Nothing…Just how the night sky reminds me of you…” Usually you weren’t so blunt, so heat tickles your cheeks and you shift as Eren’s lips tug upwards.

    “How so?” A short breeze chills brings goosebumps to your skin,  so you scoot closer to Eren to be in the vicinity of his body heat. He helps tuck you in, the two of you fitting like puzzle pieces.

    “It would take until eternity to tell you.” Your ear presses against his chest, his heartbeat strong but satisfying lullaby.

    “My, you can be quite the romantic. Quite in contrast to your feisty nature that is.”

    “My feisty nature is telling me to attack you right now,” A low grumble spreads from his throat and you flare your nostrils. The soft silence envelopes your bodies and the two of you bask in the little moments of peace. You’re almost trying to ignore the fact that you will wake up and have to face terror all over again. You try to disregard the gnawing fear that Eren could potentially… But you don’t tell him that. He despises people fretting over him because he thinks there are other priorities. Yet, he forgets for some people, he is their priority in more ways than one.

    “Eren…” You murmur trying not to disturb the quietude. You gently prop yourself up on an elbow and let your eyes caress his features. The moonlight casts beautiful shadows in different sections of his visage. He looked mellow and soothing, a look you’re sure you would see more often if the titans were gone. Hurriedly you etch the picture in your brain, and tenderly brush his cheek with your thumb.

    “Mmm…” His voice is low and laden with sleep, but you persist because this one thing is important to say.

    “In that other world, I would have prayed to meet you.” The heat is evident on your cheeks, and Eren’s eyes flicker open, the bright jade hue glowing vibrantly in the darkness. And just by one look you’re plummeting again, a lot faster than before you should say. His stunning gaze imprisons you and you fail to retreat. As much of an emergency this is, you can’t help but want to stay in that position until eternity. And while usually Eren’s eyes were a universe of feelings, this time there was only one stark emotion you can read.

He was irrevocably and undoubtedly in love with you.

You duck and nuzzle back into the laying position you were, the embarrassment at vocalizing one of your deepest feelings for him turning your face into tomato sauce. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even chuckle or call you cute names. Instead, he presses his lips ever so gingerly on the top of your head, lingering there for as long as possible. You can scarcely feel his fingers brushing the hair from your eyes, fleetingly grazing your skin. The unforeseen action was as if he was holding a flower petal; fragile and ephemeral. As if you would just vanish from his arms. You never thought you’d see and feel Eren so delicate so suddenly terrified of losing you. It strips Eren of all defense for he was holding you so…

    Desperately.

In another world, there would be no titans, yes. But there would be no Eren to make you feel this way, to make you shiver, to cause your heart to tremble. There would be no Eren to love with all your soul. So you decide to forget about that other world.

Because all you needed was right next to you.
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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.
"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 adorable confused expression
"Tula?" (Y/n) nodded, causing him to laugh. "We haven't been together in long time! We're better jutht ath friendth!" She sighed in relief, letting her body sway side to side just barely.
"Good. Otherwise, I'd feel bad about doing this." Before he could ask, (Y/n) smashed her lips to his, causing a small groan to escape from Mituna. He let his tongue run across her bottom lip, which she quickly opened. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring his new found territory. Before it could get too heated, she pulled back, leaving them both in a blushing and panting mess. Mituna reached down and grabbed her hands, holding them in front of them both.
"Tho, will you be mine (Y/n)? Pleathe pleathe thay yeth! I don't think I can walk away from uth now!" She brushed her thumb across his cheek.
"Of course 'Tuna!" He grinned, showing off his teeth. She took his hand and pulled him inside. "So, 'Tuna? Want to change and we can cuddle?" He nodded excitedly, running to the closet in her bathroom where he stored extra clothes. After a minute or two, he hopped out, dress in a yellow t shirt and bee pajama pants. (Y/n) giggled, causing him to blush. He just stuck his tongue out in response.
"You're jutht jealouth of my beeth."
"Yeah yeah." She walked by and tickled him gently as she stepped into the bathroom to change. She hopped out soon, shouting "Boo!" Mituna laughed, taking in her appearance. She was clad in a white tank top and (f/c) pajama pants. Mituna twirled her into his arms, smirking playfully.
"How can you make pajama panth look amazingly gorgeouth?" (Y/n) just laughed and pulled him to the couch where the new couple sat, watching silly movies, kissing, and cuddling for the rest of the night.
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