School, Friends, and Love?! School, Friends, and Love?! (An SnK AU ??? x Male!Reader)School, Friends, and Love?!1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The [h/c] male nervously pulled at his dark green school uniform blazer as he approached the prestigious prep school. ‘I don’t know… Did I make the right choice coming here?’ the teen wondered to himself as he walked up the steps to the large wooden doors which had the school’s emblem carved into the elegant dark wood doors. The male stopped to observe said emblem and noticed it resembled wings. ‘Hm, just like on my blazer.’ He thought as he reached for the gold plated door handle and pulled one large door open. What met his [e/c] orbs was a rather large court yard with a few benches and
Hetalia-High Fill-in Challenge!~HETALIA HIGH FILL IN CHALLENGE~Hetalia-High Fill-in Challenge!3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Number your favorite Hetalia characters in no particular order, 1 through 10.
1. It's time for school and you're just about ready to go. Just then, someone knocks on your door so that you two can walk to the bus stop together. It's #5! How do you greet each other this fine morning?
2. Once you get to the bus stop you are tackled from behind in a tight glomp by #8. Is this a glomp that you shall return or no?
3. Finally, the freaking bus is here. Once you step on though, #2 drags you into the seat next to them so that #9 doesn't sit next to them. Do you have any idea what's going on up with those two?
4. The bus ride to school was "interesting" but you're glad to finally be at school. How look, #3 is by you're locker waiting for you! You have to get your books for class, so is this good or bad?
5. With your books in hand, you make your way over to your usual meeting place to see your friends before class. #1, #4 and #
Detective!PrussiaxPartner!Male!Reader-Part One1 2 : 0 0 p m , t r a i n s t a t i o nDetective!PrussiaxPartner!Male!Reader-Part One2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sat down on the bench, waiting for the next train to pass. The crowds of people surrounding you was unnerving as they chattered at the top of their lungs and all you tried to do was get through the first page of your book without having to start again.
You jumped at the sound of that loud, irritating laughter behind you. It wasn't familiar or anything, but it caught your attention. You looked over your shoulder to see a pale-skinned, red-eyed German at the cafe' with his two friends. A blond-haired, blue-eyed Frenchman and a unruly-haired, green-eyed Spaniard. The German had platinum blond hair and, accompanied by his seemingly porcelain white skin and his crimson eyes, you knew what he was.
"He shouldn't draw so much attention to himself," you muttered those insensitive words under your breath before returning to the book in your hands.
"I... Mi amigo, I couldn't do that to you..."
"Kesese! You know you vant to, Toni!
Britain's Worst NightmareBritain's Worst Nightmare2 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was just another quite day. Britain sat in a chair, an open book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He smiled in contentment as he heard the birds chirping from outside and he sipped his Earl Gray. And the best part of all, nobody had bothered the nation all day.
Knock knock knock
Until now that is.
Britain sighed and slapped his book shut. He set it and his half finished tea aside and rose from his comfy chair, heading to the door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“I'm coming! I'm coming!” the Brit snapped, biting back a smart remark. He was a gentleman after all. He placed a hand on the door knob and turned it. As soon as he answered the door though, he regretted it instantly.
“Bonjour L'angattere~” the Frenchman purred. However instead of his normal attire of red pants, boots and a dark blueish purple colored shirt and cloak, France was wearing-much to Arthur's shock and horror- a white wedding dress with a veil and e
The Last UnicornThe Last Unicorn2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The loud, slurred screetch of Scotland broke the quiet nighttime silence, only succeeding in causing the young boy, Arthur, to run faster.
Arthur sprinted through the forest as fast as his little legs could carry him. His cloak flapping wildly behind him and his shaggy blond locks going in all directions.
And why exactly was he running through the forest you ask? Well it was simple dear reader. He was trying to get away. Get away from his older brothers. Scotland, Ireland and Wales.
All three of them picked on the little country. Though Wales was nicer to him than Scotland and Ireland but even so. Arthur was constantly nursing the brusies and scrapes he received from his older siblings.
On this night in particular, Scotland and Ireland had decided to get into a drinking contest. And of coarse both of them being the stubborn men that they were, the two succeeded in drinking themselves off their rockers.
And unfortunately they both
My letter to this world's homophobesMy letter to this world's homophobes1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear Homophobes; A letter/poem written by me.
Dear homophobes: I don't recall asking for your opinions on my sexuality or my love life.
But just to clarify, in a short and simple way; My sexuality, just like yours, won't change.
I was born this way, and that is not something you can change.
Your opinions on my "lifestyle" mean less than dirt to me.
Here's a fact that might help, too; My sexuality will never change, but your attitude can.
I will always be gay, just as you'll always be It's not something we choose.
However, I can, and will, choose to live a life of tolerance and acceptance.
It's a choice you can make too; Live a loving, fulfilling life of acceptance, or live an empty life full of hatred.
Please think of this from now on.
Your hatred is not welcome in a world of love.
Your discrimination suffocates the happiness of thousands.
You tear us apart with your deep hatred.
We will not fight your hatred with more hatred.
Rather, we shall counter your hate with our love.
SMIH - Bad Touch Triox!Male!Reader - InvoluntarilyYeah, this one's a uke!Reader story that got requested, so....Why, the fuck not?SMIH - Bad Touch Triox!Male!Reader - Involuntarily2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sighing, you pulled out a folded piece of paper. You studied the various reactions of the countries in the room. And when you unfolded the piece of paper, your heart sank.
It was a colored drawing with crayon, and it was divided into three parts, one had an army of turtles, and it was labeled, "Tomato Army!!!", the second part had a wine bottle and hearts around it, and the third one had a drawing of what looked like the chibi Teutonic Knights with a peace sign saying "I'm awesome!"
You couldn't think of anything rational to do, except groan inwardly. You couldn't refuse, because those three were persistent. They were also extremely annoying. And they were a biiit easy on the eyes.
You got up from your seat and made your way to the closet. "All right, but make it quic
Light and Dark: Chapter #1Light and Dark: Chapter #13 months ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter#1: A Chance Encounter
The hot afternoon sun beat down on the slums of Balbadd. The smell of sweat and garbage filled the summer air as the citizens of the slums struggled to survive another day.
We focus in on one of those citizens, a small child, a girl to be exact. Her long electric blue colored hair fell down across her back while dirt clung to her skin and raggedy dress. Her gray colored eyes looked around curiously as she sat huddled in an alley in a cardboard box that she had claimed as her home for the past several months, ever since her grandparents had died and she had been forced to live on her own.
The girls name, was Riya.
Riya winced as her stomach let out a loud growl. She hadn't eaten in two days. Nothing she found in the garbage was edible enough to eat and when she did manage to steal an apple, it was stolen from her by some older boy. She had to get some food, very soon.
And so with that knowledge in mind, the six year old child set out o
Light and Dark: Chapter #2Light and Dark: Chapter #23 months ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter #2: Unlikely Heros
All this for a loaf of bread?
"GET BACK HERE!"
Riya looked back behind her to see she was still being pursued by the furious bread merchant. Honestly, all this trouble for one loaf of bread? He had more for craps sake!
Now I know what you're thinking dear reader: Why not just drop the bread and steal something else? Well the answer is simple; Riya would have had to stolen some type of food regardless be it bread, a fruit, some fish or whatever. Why go through the trouble of sneaking around only to risk getting caught and chased again when she already was holding the prize? Besides, all she had to do was lose the vender and she'd be home free.
Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.
Riya panted and continued to run, turning down an abandoned street, her pursuer still hot on her heels.
"You can't run from me forever brat!"
"Not forever. Just until I get rid of you!" Riya spat back. She gulped realizing her mistake as this only infuriated
Hetalia: The Price of FreedomHetalia: The Price of Freedom2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The sun was just about to set, ending another day. The sky was painted brilliant hues of orange, purple, pinks and a little bit of red. But the beautiful sunset went barely noticed by the lone figure who was busy climbing up the hill.
Alfred took his gloved hand out of his pocket and pushed his glasses back up onto his nose. The hill was a lot steeper than he remembered. Then again it had been awhile since he'd been there.
When he finally reached the top, he slowed down, coming to a halt completely. He looked straight ahead at the silohette in the distance. He swallowed down the lump already beginning to form in his throat and walked forward.
He reached a gravestone sitting underneath the shade of the tree. America dropped down to his knees and stared at the smooth stone. He reached up and traced the words with his fingers.
Here lies Arthur Kirkland
A Mighty Nation,
How can I repay you brother of
Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.Dead Wrong4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.
When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken instrument. They explained to you that you couldn't rise above anything because you just weren't special. And that every step of the way, they would be breaking you down, just to watch you fall.
Of course, they didn't mention that when you speak, your voice holds a lost song within it. And when you sleep, your guitar is an inch away from yo
Never had a Chance to be Good.Never had a Chance to be Good.4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING! This contains major spoilers for those who have not seen episode 22 of Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic. Read at your own risk.
"I was selected by the rukh. I was born in a peaceful little eastern village......But soon after. Both of my parents were murdered by the organization. They took me away from them and used me as a Magi before I could even understand what was going on! Ever since I was an infant, see?! And yet, are you saying that its all my fault? I wished for an ordinary life! But am I still the only one to blame here?!........
Don't misunderstand, but I don't really give a damn about any of that stuff. I'm just going to go on doing as I please like I always have."
At least that's what I keep telling myself.
What I keep telling other people.
What I keep telling anyone who will listen to me.
But the truth is....
I do give a damn.
I do care that I was taken away.
I do care that my family was taken away from me.
I do care that I was taken away at s
ResplandorSe acerca un triste atardecer,Resplandor3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Teñido de color naranja,
Con su luz cobijando la ciudad,
Con su hedor manteniéndola encerrada.
Y la huella del hombre en el cielo,
Deslumbra con crueldad su mirada,
Matando el recuerdo del silencio,
Del firmamento una noche estrellada.
¿A dónde se han ido las estrellas?
Su brillo quisiera observar,
Mas el dominio del hombre en la tierra,
Sus huellas intenta borrar.
La plaga homosapiente todo cubre,
Sus colmenas nadie puede erradicar,
Y el sonido estridente de sus risas,
No deja oír a la tierra sollozar.
Así, perece el brillo de sus cielos,
Calma oscura no puedes encontrar,
Esta tierra agoniza en mano humana,
Y fuerzas no hay más para luchar.
static sprinklesyesterdaystatic sprinkles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i got out of bed and coated my eyelashes in black paint
and took off the paint with a wet wipe
and went back to bed.
some other things happened in between.
i wear a secret, in a locket
on a cold chain against my chest
except the locket is a sharp dagger
and your fingernails will bleed if you try to pry it open.
the world will be full of distinctive shapes again
and I will love star flecked skies, and freckles,
and powder chocolate cappuccino dustings
i won’t be scared of the sky swallowing me up
or scrub my freckles raw and curse them like pin pricks
or cry at the extra indulgence of chocolate dots
that i feel i don’t deserve.
(i need fairy dust)
the locket will loosen, spilling out grey ashes
that dull and fade in the shadow
of such hopeful twinkles, warm sweetnesses,
and tiny skin kisses
of a body learning to love itself.
Salsa, Rice, RhythmThere is something splendid aboutSalsa, Rice, Rhythm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a Peruvian man leaving the rice to burn
because he is unable to keep himself
when a good Salsa song comes on
there is something exquisite and wild about a woman
paying uncontrollable obeisance to the rhythm
thrilling to the beat
waxing and waning to the sound waves
there is something gorgeous about the
the movements, like an untamed clockwork
the way the line between sound and
limb's poetry blurs
fantasia's demise comes with a soft
followed by a drought of wakefulness
surprised to see walls and ceiling
surprised to be alive in
only three dimensions
BranchesWe were sitting in a treeBranches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the first day of spring,
No one was around,
There was only you and me.
I sat on the bottom branch,
Dangling my little feet
So far above the ground.
You wanted to climb higher,
So I stood carefully,
But didn't follow you.
I could tell
From the way you smiled,
That you wanted me
To climb out on a limb,
But I refused.
I can't do that anymore.
I've done that once before,
But branches wore too thin,
And the one I climbed with then
Didn't reach my hand
To catch me when
The little tree-fingers snapped
And I plummeted to
The waiting earth below.
So, I will stay right here,
Holding on to the tree trunk
Where it is safe,
And the ground isn't so far away.
Maybe I'll just jump down,
Where there aren't any branches,
And you don't have to worry
About four-letter words
Sherlock- Cookies"What are you doing?"Sherlock- Cookies4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This had become a common question in 221b Baker Street. Though it had never been used in this context before. Usually it was used when Sherlock was doing some oddity to get into the mindset of a criminal or was hanging upside down in a 'thinking exercise' or was trying to cure the post-case boredom that plagued the man. Once John had used this exclamation upon finding the man dressing himself up in drag. Mostly, the get-out-of-jail-free-card for this phrase was either 'bored' or 'it's for a case!'
Somehow, John couldn't fit either to this particular activity.
The fact that Sherlock was in the kitchen was worrying, at the least. The added fact that he was not making tea was more worrying, still.
The sight of him in an apron, covered in flour, broke straight off the end of Watson's worry scale, leaving him gaping in the doorway with a hilariously befuddled look on his face.
Sherlock's eyes flicked up casually, looking the soldier up and down and making a few odd ded
SideshowsI have hands that stutter—Sideshows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I fold my palms in prayer.
Head down, stay down.
I am bible-jointed
in the knees;
believing that I am
evolutionary hinges and sockets
is not a purpose.
Jesus wasn't my first circus
and science my first magic act,
but God will be my last rodeo.
Commands meant by covenant;
I'll learn to worship
Sunrise WarningWe die.Sunrise Warning5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
two-fifty an hour.let me save you the trouble:two-fifty an hour.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because what i'm trying to say is
i'm not a good person.
i don’t tell valerie about how i planned to rekindle
my friendship with charlie’s best friend last year
just so i could get to him and hurt him.
(i don’t tell her how, in the end, i ended up liking
his friend instead, and charlie dated another
fifteen year old
because shit happens and what was i doing,
expecting things to go my way?)
there are certain things she doesn’t need to know,
certain things i can’t say because
putting it into words what it was like waking up,
that sort of shame that came with it –
it was like – it was like looking into a window
and swearing there’s a monster behind it
before, slowly, i realized
it was a mirror.
what therapy promises me: love yourself, forgive but
never forget, tell us your past
then let it go.
what i learn in therapy: nobody has all the answers.
we certainly don’t.