Build a Snowman-ElsaDo I wanna build a snowman?Build a Snowman-Elsa1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Yes I wish I could come and play
We never see each other anymore
I want to come outside the door
But I’m just too afraid
We used to be best buddies
But now we can’t
I wish I could tell you why.
Do I wanna build a snowman?
Yes, I wanna build a snowman.
Do I want to build a snowman?
Or chase you up and down the halls?
Your right my company is overdue
But I’m a danger to you when I step beyond these doors
It gets more than a little lonely
In my frozen room
Just watching you play outside.
Oh Anna, I hear you out there
I wish I didn’t have to hide here like a sin.
I need your courage, by God I’m trying to
But my powers are bleeding through
I can’t let you in.
We only have each other
It’s just you and me
But What am I going to do?
Yes, I want to build a snowman…
Tales of Being Hit OnElsa recently reached the docks of the village she was supposed to arrive at: Berk. According to Hiccup, it was 12 days north of Hopeless and few degrees south of Freezing to death and currently located on the Meridian of Misery.Tales of Being Hit On1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Well, at least if I was still a miserable little mess, I could have run away here. This place understands me. Elsa lightly chuckled at her sudden dark humor.
But honestly, Elsa did think that Berk looked like a quiet, decent village. She knew that Berk had fishing, hunting, and a charming view of sunsets. But currently, she was rather interested in the domestication of animals. While she and Anna wanted something like a dog or cat, they never realized that dragons could be tamed as pets.
And right on cue, a pudgy brown dragon with very tiny wings hovered right in front of her. Elsa's bodyguard raised up his sword, but Elsa ordered him to stand down. Elsa noticed that the dragon, which she thought looked impossible to be aerodynamic, was looking at a r
Closing InThe walls are closing in, Alice.Closing In1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are closing in, locking everything into place.
Turning the key, pocketing it. The gears turn, squeaking.
Run, Alice! Run!
Care not for the fools in your way, nor the children who swarm like bees.
Avoid the pests, they are merely insects.
The citizens mean nothing.
They are nothing, Alice.
The riddles the Cat made, you must miss.
They twist your mind to fit this place...
Your mind becomes more confused than ever.
Fight it, Alice. Battle your curiosity.
Those enemies of yours will cower easily... but you let them stir fear in your heart.
You do not know your own mind!
It is your own doing, your own fault... Your own life.
Is this what it is meant to be, Alice? Is this what you intended?...
Your efforts are squashed, ripped apart by your doctor.
He burns your memories, shatters your family...
Will you listen to his words, Alice?
Will you give in?...
But you are.
You are taking in his lies... corruptions...
If you listened more
Il Lupo and Fiora TranslatedProwling and Courting's Il Lupo/Fiora Dialogue TranslatedIl Lupo and Fiora Translated4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today, my friend mafalda-chan and I were joking about what appears to be my most populair M-rated fic at this point, "Prowling and Courting". Though I'm still baffled as to why it got so many favorites and good reviews (seriously people, I wrote it while being bored, uninspired and, at that point, wasn't even a real Il Lupo/Fiora fan yet), I kindly want to thank everyone who gave me such positive feedback and encouraged my love for this amazing couple.
Anyway, Maffy and I were discussing the dialogue of this fic (whatever little there is, especially from Il Lupo's side since I see him as not much of a conversationalist), or rather, what's going on behind it. As a joke, I decided to translate the true "meaning" of their dialogue before the sex scene for her. Maf thought it was hilarious and suggested I should put this on DA. So here it is, the "actual conversation" between Il Lupo and Fiora. E
Wolves in the FortWolves in the Fort.Wolves in the Fort2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Victor Wolcott has spent a lifetime killing. It’s who he is, it’s what he does. He is a doctor, blessed and cursed with a million ways to save a life or end it. He is a Templar soldier, at the front of the battle. He will do whatever he’s asked, whatever he needs to. Morals are applied loosely, if at all and it matters little to him, as long as he will ensure the victory of his brethren.
Yet today, as he’s holed up in the fortress on Rhodes Island that bears his name, a feeling of terror creeps over him. A hint of horror, slithering down his spine, ominous as the ravens that circle over the imposing structure of his hiding place. They foretell of things that lie ahead, terrible things, and even under the gentle spring sun, the world feels cold, as if a portal is opened to the world across the black abyss.
He can sense the presence of Death. Death, the faceless entity that has been a constant presence in his life, a constant companion t
Alice Madness Begin Part 6‘This is it’, Alice said firmly. ‘The Jabberwock’s Lair.’Alice Madness Begin Part 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After re-joining with the others, Alice, Sora, Donald and Goofy travelled to a desolate and forbidden place with lava fountains and skeletons scattered all over the place. Inside, they could hear the growling of the Jabberwock, the Red Queen’s champion.
‘Must we go in there?’ Donald asked, his legs shaking.
‘We came so far.’ Goofy said. ‘There is no turning back.’
Sora looked at Alice. He grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Alice squeezed back and smiled at him before letting go. The group readied their weapons and strode slowly into the lair. As they enter the lair, they stopped as they behold a creature that was most horrifying so far during their encounter. The creature resembled a giant, green lizard with mechanical wings, glowing yellow orbs for eyes and a burning furnace attached to its’ chest. This half-monster and half-machine was en
Riddle me thisRiddle me this3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alice wondered through Wonderland, deep in her thoughts she barely noticed when she reached an old stone bridge. The bridge was mostly intact but some large stone blocks were missing and she had to float to the other side. There she was greeted by Cheshire, with his usual creepy and widespread smile. He was about to tell her another riddle but she interrupted him with a question.
"I've been thinking Cat, why do you look so different than when I visited Wonderland when I was a child?" she said placing her hands behind her back.
"Our physical appearance is what makes us different but it is not what defines us." he replied, waving his tail. "We are defined by our mind and what we deep worthy of mentioning from it, to other people. Thus I haven't changed just your perception of me has."
Alice raised her eyebrow to his reply, half surprised to not hear another riddle in his answer and half glad to hear it that way. This however made her remember London and the very reason she came to Wonder
Her Name is AliceHer Name is Alice3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
("If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense")
("Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't")
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chased the rabbit, drank the wine, and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels
To stand outside your virtue
No one can ever hurt you
Or so they say
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Through shapes and shadows
And even though she's dreaming, she knows
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully returned
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's concern
You see there's no real ending
It's only the beginning
Come out and play
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Through shapes and shadows
Return to Wonderland Ch. 1Return to Wonderland Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you," Alice breathed, as she clutched Hatter tight. Slowly they broke apart from their embrace, and studied each other silently for a moment.
Hatter's clothes were somewhat more humanoid, his trademark hat absent from his head and a new one in his hand, his thick brown hair less tousled and more smooth and combed over-but there was that sexy mischievous glitter in his eye, and regardless of all the physical changes, she knew it was still him, still Hatter, still her Hatter.
Hatter gazed at Alice, knowing that he would never let himself lose her again. He'd journeyed into this strange world just to find her, and finally here she was, right before his eyes. Before he could think better of it, he leaned in slightly and found her lips. He felt Alice's hand reach up to rest on his neck as the kiss deepened. "I missed you," he said softly as he pulled back for a moment,
Children On HooksChildren On Hooks4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Children On Hooks
Stitching thread and mechanics help the children smile,
On each face, in this demented place, children have never been so vile.
Cannot say they have thoughts and dreams, although you can see their brain,
even if there no one would care, for they are all insane.
The children hanging on hooks, filing row by row,
In a horrible place, a terrified face, but their expresion will never show.
Cause of Doctor Bumby ``the puppetier`` puts their new doll face on,
no expression, all the same. down the chute. gone.
Where the chute leads to i truly cannot see,
Probrably to the infernal train, where he thinks all memories should be.
he runs the its schedule and its itinerary too,
But it can be stopped, it was all made by you.
Tracks in the Snow - Chapter 1Tracks in the Snow - Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Elsa pushed back the stray piece of platinum hair from the center of her forehead. She gazed out her balcony and into endless foggy snow. The sun was begging to set and unleash the bitter temperatures of winter nights. She didn't mind the coldness though. It comforted her. It made her feel as if she truly belonged somewhere.
She smiled as the soft snow caressed her skin. It made her feel sleepy and safe. She turned away from the frost bitten window and strode through the lifeless hallways. The only sound was the soft taps of her shoes and the fierce roaring of winds echoing throughout the empty castle. She took pride in her creation of her ice castle. It was a requiem to her former self. It provided safety, security, and seclusion.
She climbed the stairs slowly. She had no hurry to be anywhere or get anything done. She found herself slipping into her nightgown and pulling the thin, white sheets over her pale body. She laid pondering about her sister; she wondering if she was handling t
Can't Listen to Radios AnymoreSometimes she woke up in the middle of the night. Nightmares pitched her whole body forward and she was powerless to stop the flow of tears and the gripping of her knees that followed, her whole body shaking and the beeping still echoing in the recesses of her mind. It passed in an hour with the help of a drink or so, and only then could she sleep soundly.Can't Listen to Radios Anymore3 years ago in Drama More Like This
She can't listen to radios anymore. It saddens her sometimes, because she used to love the sound of Mr. New Vegas talking about her on the news. She used to love Bing Crosby. Now, whenever she hears static, she can't help it. She pulls out her pistol and destroys the source. She's gotten banned from a lot of saloons.
She hallucinated a lot. She'd see Elijah's eyes behind the eyes of every villain she'd run across; every ghoul became Dean. She'd begun communicating regularly with Marcus, trying to understand the brain chemistry of the Nightkin. She couldn't talk to Veronica for long stretches of time for fear that she'd begin crying.
Portal 2 - By ChellPotatoes always smell of earth, even long after they have been washed. Planting wires in the tawny skin reminds her of her orchard — laughter and warm breath, with her hands all dirty from digging them up, and then the sweet taste of dad’s excellent cooking. She is having fun. Science and home are her two favourite things.Portal 2 - By Chell5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
She does not think when the sirens start howling. She grabs the full vase she has brought along from her garden, and shoves it in. The battery has plenty of quiet time to take root.
The little water comes from a leak in a broken pipe. It falls with patience, drop after drop — while the gap widens over time, it still isn’t enough. The light is that of the emergency neons. Potatoes are the strongest, though.
Scientists in dirty lab coats visit once, dragging their feet, before they are caught and shoved back in the darkness. They seek shelter, maybe a little food and water, if that isn’t asking too much. But they last little; the lea
Bad Karma.Deceiving the world? Too easy!Bad Karma.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deceiving self? Too hard!
A Letter Home - page 1Dear Mommy and Daddy,A Letter Home - page 12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Guess what - I've finally figured out a way to send you letters without blowing your cover. At first, I was SO upset that I couldn't write to you - the local couriers are really sweet and friendly, but not too reliable, I mean they don't even manage to keep all their clothes on while getting from one place to another! - but then... Well, I guess you've already figured it out by now who my very special messenger is. Bet you were in for the surprise of your lives, seeing Barbas again after over two hundred years? I met him completely by accident; he says he'd had some sort of falling out with Clavicus Vile, which made him leave... So now he is hanging out with me, filling in the position of my wisecracking sidekick - and using his superduper Daedric powers to deliver letters for me!
Some long introduction, that was! The one thing that troubles me while I'm writing letters is that there are SO MANY thoughts all buzzing in my head, stepping on each other's toes! Most
Joining the Dark Brotherhood“Here's the list of what I need you to buy.” our mother said, handing me a bag of septims and my sister the list.Joining the Dark Brotherhood2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the week after I turned sixteen. I lived with my mother and sister, Circe, in a small two-bedroom house on the outskirts of Bruma. I didn't have a father. A cruel man whom I barely remember, my mother and I left him when she found out she was pregnant with Circe, and decided that she couldn't take his beatings anymore. I didn't mind. I was happy to leave, although it did scare me when my mother put sleeping potion in his soup, and I saw him slump against the table, apparently dead.
Circe had short, ginger hair that was lighter than mine, in a pixie cut. She had mother's bright green eyes, and she looked young for her age. Even though she was about eleven, she looked about nine. She looked a lot like our mother.
I, on the other hand, had ginger hair that fell an inch or two past my shoulders. It was redder than that of both Circe and our mother. I usually
A Writer's Commandments1. Thou shalt remember thy purpose of writing. Never forget why thou wanted to beest a writer.A Writer's Commandments2 years ago in Letters More Like This
2. Thou shalt not plagiarize another writer's work. It's disgusting.
3. Thou shalt remember thou art human. Humans maketh mistakes.
4. When thou shalt face rejection or failure, ALWAYS rise up again. Persistence is the force that helps us climbeth the pillars to success.
5. Thou shalt devoteth thyself to thou's craft wholeheartedly. How serious art thou about thy writing, HMMM???
6. Respect thy fellow writers, for their acknowledgement is thy true validation.
7. Thou shalt not deny one's creativity or be ashamed of thy quirkiness. Thou may seem insane, but all geniuses seem so.
8. Thou shalt strive to BLOW MINDS and KICK ASS!
9. When thou hath reached thy definition of success, (I.e become published, acknowledged by all) thou shalt dance like a spaz and feel like a rock star.
10. CHANGE THE WORLD THINE OWN WAY.
UncontaminatedThey said 'fat' like it's contagious.Uncontaminated11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
ObservantYou may not see meObservant11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I see you.
I am more aware of my surroundings
than you may think.
I don't participate much
I just sit and listen
as I watch the chaotic symphony
unfold before me.
My wandering gaze
is not one of daydreaming.
It is how I absorb
who everyone really is.
I filter through the chatter
and only keep whats needed
to gain clarity of character;
to pin-point the truth.
I remember more than you know
and yes, I can see your mask
as you weave you web
of lies and deception.
I see through the lies,
I see through the sweetness,
I see through the smile,
to who you are.
But I also see through the smile
to the pain, hidden deep.
Only the observant one
can see all.
So, next time you see me
know that I see you
and know that these eyes
see more than you do.
Numbi hate the numbing feelingNumb1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
its when you want to feel something
and you feel disconnected even from your friends in the moment
and its hard to feel things, even if you like pinch yourself
you feel like its hard to feel love or anything like that
in moments like that you want to be mad or sad cause at least your feeling something
you lose interest in stuff you love
why can't i find it anymore? find the happiness i felt moments before
you long for the bittersweet feeling of sadness, the risk of anger
thats a feeling and what i am feeling right now