Voltage Stars React to the Knife GameVoltage Stars React to…Viral VideosVoltage Stars React to the Knife Game2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today’s video is…The Knife Game
Watch the original video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_t2bnp8aoXw
Prince Joshua and Prince Roberto from “Be My Princess”
Joshua: What is this?
Takuto Hirukawa and Riki Yanase from “Love Letter from Thief X”
Riki: This is a smart idea (sarcastic)
Takuto: There better be blood
Kunihiko Aikawa and Haruka Ustsunomiya from “My Forged Wedding”
Kuni: Why would anyone do this?
Haruka: Is he going faster?!
Ranko Togoshi from “Love Letter from Thief X”
Ranko: No, no, no, no, no, no! I hate knives!
Shota from “Office Secrets”
Shota: Is this for real?
Ibuki Yanase from “Love Letter from Thief X”
Ibuki: I don’t see the appeal to do something like this
Kenny from “A Knights Devotion”
Kenny: There’s some seriously messed up people. This has bad id
Takuto v Riki The Spicy Pork Noodle ChallengeI was heading out after a long day at the museum when my cell phone rang.Takuto v Riki The Spicy Pork Noodle Challenge2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey! Are you leaving work yet?”
It was Hiro. What’s he calling me for?
“Yes, what is it?”
“Get down here quick! We got trouble!”
I hung up and made a mad dash to Le Renard Noir. When I got there, Riki and Takuto were having some sort of argument. Hiro and Kenshi were off to the side with Boss trying to stay out of it.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Riki got onto Takuto for his pork noodle eating habit; saying he needs to eat other things,” said Kenshi.
“Takuto, doing what Takuto does best told him to piss off and kept eating,” said Boss.
“Then, Riki did the unthinkable…he took his bowl away,” said Hiro.
I don’t know what kind of reaction they were expecting but I still didn’t see what the big deal was.
“So?! You don’t t
The Wedding[My Forged Wedding FanFic] - Part 1"Good afternoon" I said as I entered Long Island, a sports bar owned by Aikawa Kunihiko, my uncle that I have no blood relation to. The bar also acts somewhat as a 'base' for Yamato and his old friends, too. Uncle, dressed casually as always, looked up from wiping the glasses. "Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Kogami!" Uncle answered jovially, his eyes glinting with mischievousness. I sat down on a chair and placed my right cheek on the bar counter, trying to cool my body from the cold surface after a long morning walking outside. "Oh? You seem to be quiet. Usually you would be giving me a comeback by now for calling you Mrs. Kogami" Uncle teased as he finished wiping the glasses. Ignoring his remark, I sat up and let out a sigh. "Uncle, can you give me a glass of mineral water? I'm thirsty" I said, looking at Uncle. "No shochu for the day?" he asked me and I shook my head in return. "I need to stay focused for the preparations of the wedding" I answered as Uncle gave me a glass of water.The Wedding[My Forged Wedding FanFic] - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
a painting hung all wrong.in a dream.a painting hung all wrong.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
we find him strung up in our garage
washing line taut. neck bulging.
i covered someone's eyes.
stopped them from remembering,
almost familar features
and blue blue blue blue wide open eyes.
where's someone to cover mine?
i mirror you with swollen throat
my voice thick with blood and screaming.
a painting hung all wrong.
this is about forgettingThis is the thing about forgetting:this is about forgetting3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For weeks you bury your face in the clothes you wore when he was near and the smell is a comfort and a torture. You decide that the torture is not worth the comfort so you leave them draped across the back of a chair and place things on top of them to stop yourself until one day you shove your hands through the pile until your fingers wrap around the fabric and you yank it free only to realize it was pointless. Even his ghost is gone.
The next thing that leaves is the way his voice looked in the dark. Those few sentences become blurred and rough around the edges. What you remember drops in your stomach in a different way.
You run your fingers over your
Who are the real monsters?The boy's room was dark, the only saviour from it was the little nightlight on the other side of the room. He closed his eyes in an attempt to scare the darkness, force it to recede and switch to daylight. He did everything he could to forget about the dark, because that's where it was.Who are the real monsters?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Under the boy's bed there was a monster, one with a balding scalp and matted grey hair on its arms, chest, and face. Its smile was crooked, its teeth rotten. It was an ugly thing- the boy had seen it once when he dared a peak- and it frightened the boy terribly; what a shame his mother thought it was all a fabricated lie, blamed it on the little boy's wild imagination. She had said that, too, just this evening when she put the boy to bed at the usual time- she was a very punctual lady, there was no extending bedtime with her. But that was beside the point.
The boy closed his eyes tighter, trying to sleep and dream of a huge metropolis of a city, but the thing under the bed giggled loudly, distrac
The Wedding[My Forged Wedding Fanfic] - Part 3Tap.The Wedding[My Forged Wedding Fanfic] - Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked up from the bar counter where I had rested my head on. A glass of water stood in front of me and I looked sideways to look at the person that placed the glass in front of me. Uncle gave me a smile and gestured at the glass. I smiled back and straightened my posture before taking a sip of the cold water. I instantly felt refreshed and beamed up at Uncle.
“Thanks, Uncle. Never knew I needed that” I said and Uncle merely shrugged, as if it was not a big deal.
“You looked exhausted so as your Uncle, I needed to lift up your spirits, shouldn’t I?” Uncle flashed me a bright smile and I felt something was amiss from that smile of his. He was wiping a few glasses, which was quite rare since all he does in the bar was read woman magazines. I noticed that he kept glancing at something and I turned to follow his gaze.
A group of women in their 20s were chatting animatedly among each other at the corner of the bar; a rare sight to be seen during t
A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru)The winter Olympics had yet to begin and Russia already felt the pain of the jabs that were being thrown at him. He had had to endure everyone criticizing his policies, his government, and his preparation. The Olympics were supposed to be the moment for the home country to shine, but it wasn't feeling that way to Russia. His stress needed an outlet and there was a very obvious way to do it.A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Russia would never express his love for certain sports to anyone else. There was certain strangeness to sharing something like that with a different country, something human about it. It was the custom of countries to keep a considerable distance from the other countries by communicating only professionally and in a capacity that only had to due with their identities as countries. Anything personal was intimate, even a real human name was reserved for people with a close bond. Chatting about sports and hobbies was almost completely unknown, because that was like opening your human heart to someone e
Feelings with no namesi.Feelings with no names3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message yet, let alone formulated time to write a reply, but you still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by and rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from Grandma Moses.
The noise of a faraway car driving late at night, or perhaps early in the morning, in that sleepy place somewhere between consciousness and dreaming where everything is warm and vaguely fuzzy. The remote sound of tires on asphalt speaks to a sense of curiosity – where are they going? Why so early? – but the blankets are so heavy, your eyes are so heavy, and before you can wonder anymore, the car is long gone and you are long gone, carving out a hollow place to rest in just a few hours more.
A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that y
End resultI've fought,End result3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tired of pain.
When all I ever did,
Was try to be,
But the world,
And they took,
How they think.
Never does my faith,
Of His plan.
John x Karkat part 1John was babbling on about some human actor that karkat couldn't really pay attention to.John x Karkat part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can we watch one of my romcons,idoit?" Karkat huffed rolling a piece of pop corn on the palm of his hand starting to get sleepy from the stupid movie.
"Hehe sure Karkat it IS your choice for the movie since we watching five on my movies". Karkat couldn't help but smile to himself about John's buck toothed adorable smile
then quickly turning his head so John couldn't see. John got up slowly making his way to the television to change the movie for karkat who could care less about what was
on the stupid annoying television.
As John walked back he nearly fell on top of karkat but to only grab on to one of his horns to steady himself gripping it hard in his hand causing karkat's face to go bright
red from the sudden blood rush to his horns as he made a soft groan which was clear in the soundless room.
John stood still for what seemed like forever. He smiled his buck toothed smile grabbing both horns r
a love story you don't want.january: she wasnt ready to be serious with him so she left at exactly twelve oh one on new years day with a few words. he kept saying that this was going to be their year and she just said: piss off.a love story you don't want.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
february: the words still stuck in his head even as he pretended to forgive her and took her back. he feared another painful goodbye.
march: she was never good with saying what she truely meant and he never looked deep into words so when she said "i don't love you." he took it as "i don't love you." and not as "i don't know how to love anyone." which was what she wanted to say.
april: the snow had melted away and they were hanging on by last strings. every day was a question of whether today would be the last.
may: she fell apart when her hamster died and he was there through the whole thing.
june: the death of her hamster silenced her but she visited with him more. she never wanted to be alone.
july: as they watched fire works together on fourth of july, he kept looking over at her wonde
Sadist - Chapter 3Sadist - Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So close yet so far. Esther sat on her bed, looking into the beady black eyes of the blue horse plush. The tall man, he always seemed to disappear when she wasn’t looking. She just needed an opportunity to speak to him, to see if he remembers that day. But he didn’t even seem to notice her when it happened. He might not even know what he’s done for her.
Esther sighed, she wanted to go look for him some more; but first thing’s first, she needed a job.
* * *
Fortunately, Esther managed to find a job after quite a bit of searching. She was hired to work as a waitress at a local bar. It was a decent job, not too difficult or extreme; although it was a bother to have to work around drunken men.
One night when working at the bar, there was someone new among the usual rabble of alcoholics. He was sipping a beer while looking through some files. He had brown hair and a dark brown jacket on. As she passed by, Esther kept attempting to look at the files and read a sentenc
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 14Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kagekao lied on the floor of the room. He groaned and turned his head, opening his eyes slowly. He looked around in confusion.
He put his hand to his head and moaned; he had a painful headache. Taking the hand away from his face, he saw a few stains of blood on his fingers. He realized that his head was wrapped in bandages, which had become soaked with blood in a few spots.
Kage looked down, he was lying on the floor and wrapped in a blanket. Looking to the side, he saw something lying next to him. Kage sat up and looked at it; it was an odd mask, half black and half white.
Kage picked up the mask and looked at it. Something in his mind told him that it was his, and that he should wear it. Kage put on the mask. The white side of the mask caught the subtle effect of his eyes taking away light in confusion. This effect was amplified and reflected by the mask, which now had a confused expression on the white side of it.
He also noticed that he was wearing a black and white striped scarf.
A Sacrifice- Chapter 1 (LokixReader)"Thank you, we hope to see you again soon!"A Sacrifice- Chapter 1 (LokixReader)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You hated your job. Every day you had to plaster a fake smile onto your face and deal with the rude customers who walked into the small, independently owned restaurant where you worked. Just because you didn't work anywhere fancy, people seemed to think they had the right to be a snob and a brat to you. You wanted to quit so badly.
But you couldn't. It was the only way to pay your bills, which weren't helped by the fact that you had to take care of your alcoholic father. You kept urging him to quit drinking and get a job, but he never listened. Every day while you were at work he would be at the bar downing gallons of hard liquor at a time and getting into bar fights. Then, at around 8 every night, he would come home drunk, eat the dinner you laid out for him, and pass out on the couch. Literally.
On the very rare nights when he wasn't drunk and hadn't found a girl to hook up with, you invited your friend Ashley over. She was super kind and,
SlendermanXReader Where We Go (Part 1) You’re waiting. You’re just sitting here waiting at a Metro park-and-ride, and you are bored as hell. You’ve been waiting here for ten minutes for your mom to come and pick you up. That was the plan that we came up with. Actually it was mom’s plan because she was the one who was really paranoid about you going into the city anyway. You were supposed to take the busses and trains to get to The Art Institute; have a fun-filled awesome day animating and talking to your new friends; then take the same busses and trains to come back where mom was supposed to be here waiting for you. That’s okay. Maybe you would take a bus and go back sense you didn’t want to leave anyway. That would be a wasted trip though, because today was your last day.SlendermanXReader Where We Go (Part 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What you should actually be doing is trying to clean off your arms and face of all the random stuff your friends drew on you at your last day. She always seems to have a p
Lost Love-FrancexAmnesiac!Reader part 1Lost Love-FrancexAmnesiac!Reader part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, have y'all heard the rumors about the new guy?" Michelle (A/N Why Michelle? I have no idea. That name just popped into my head. I don't even know anyone with that name. I don't think I do anyway...), one of the women who always sat at your lunch table began talking.
When you first started working at your company you had met this group of women at one of the tables in the gigantic lunch room. You'd quickly become friends even though you rarely got together outside of lunch. Michelle was generally accepted to be the gossip queen in the group. This week, her hair was bright red with white highlights and she had been wearing only black suits and high heels. She was also the most eccentric of the group.
"New guy?" you asked, feeling a little out of the loop.
"Oh yeah you wouldn't know since you're on the fifth floor." Natalie, the geek of the group, spoke up.
"He's not that new; he's been working here for three months." Karin said. Karin was a model. Well, really she was a
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.301 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
EnglandxReader England knocked on the door and waited patiently, he had meet ___(your name)____ a few days ago whilst he was sitting on a bench at the park neat your own home. The two of you began to converse and, well now he has seemed to have taking a liking to you. Arthur wore his white button up dress shirt under a argyle sweater vest that was green, it was a beautiful dark green, but nothing that could compare to his emerald eyes. His blonde hair ruffled in it's usual matter as he stepped back hearing the door knob turn. When you opened the door he smiled and politely greeted you. You were wearing _(clothing description)__, perhaps a little ways out of his taste but it looked splendid on yourself, you shut the door locking it and turned back smiling sweetly at him.EnglandxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hope you don't mind but I presume you have eaten? If not we could drop by my home and I could make something for you." It was a little past noon, and you had in fact
Uta no Prince Sama: BackstageUta no Prince Sama: Backstage2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uta no Prince Sama: Backstage ☆1
Author's Note:Hi!!! OMG. This is so long. This is long, okay? (dedicated about 2 hours to write this...)I was planning to put these (the stories) all together but I'm still on Syo and need to finish Natsuki and Cecil. They're too long anyway. This story is called Backstage cuz, well, LOTS OF STUFF HAPPENS BACKSTAGE....TEE HEE....find out yourself!
This is based off on a dream I had. But I added a lot to it.^^
A gentle melody flew by you as you walked down a long hall. Where is that coming from? you thought. You decided to follow the sound and ended up in a music room, empty, you thought...or maybe not. There was a boy with red hair and eyes strumming an acoustic guitar, he sang:
La la la~ ♫
Be happy from the bottom of your heart
'Cause you know...
I love you...
You blushed because it was so cute.
"...Um...did you hear....that?" the boy asked, realizing there was another person in the ro
Fourth time's the charm ((Kankri x Reader))Kankri Vantas was always going on and on about his triggers, including the triggers of others. Many occasions he'd ask yours and you'd bite your tongue, refusing to tell the troll that he was your trigger. He was your trigger for just about everything. Yet, he was still one of your closest friends. Whilst you had a moirail, you had proposed the idea of him being yours. Which, to your dismay, he had declined kindly. As kind as Kankri can possibly be, mind you, which isn't all that kind once you compare it to the kindness of... anyone else. Continuously telling you that he was 'celibate'. You knew the person whom was closest to him was Porrim, almost being at moirail status, but not quite there yet. Kankri refused to have any sort of relationship, pale, ashen, black, or red; it didn't matter. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he would probably never feel the same way back. Besides, wasn't he red for Latula? She was pretty rad, even if you knew it was an act, you wished you could bFourth time's the charm ((Kankri x Reader))2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This