Ficlet no.3 - TF2 Spy"Why do people lie?Ficlet no.3 - TF2 Spy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why are you asking me?
Heh heh What do you mean, I'm a master? Monsieur, you don't know ze 'alf of it.
I lie because I must, to protect myself and ze people around me. Other people lie for different reasons, maybe Scout lies to protect 'is 'street cred', or what small vestiges 'e 'as.
Medic and 'eavy Zey lie to protect zeir dignity if Soldier ever found out Heh. It won't be pretty.
Why are you backing away like zat? Tch I won't 'urt you. Come closer. Would you like a drink of something? Wine, per'aps?
So You ask why people lie. Per'aps it is an unconscious thing, in an attempt to protect something precious to zem
But zen, other people, people like me, lie because it benefits zem in some manner For instance, if I told you zat I 'ad a thing I wanted to trade, say A new gun, not suitable for me, you would want to trade it, right?
But when you revealed your item, zen would be ze time to stab and run
Self EsteemYou do not use a mirror to reflect the inner beingSelf Esteem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Character cannot be found by what the eye is seeing
Make-up and expensive things might mask surface flaws
But can't cover the mistakes behind superficial walls
You mustn't hear the others if they discuss all you lack
Opinions are lonely thoughts not understandable fact
Words and actions are alike, acting without conscience
Listen to the inner voice not retaliating nonsense
You cannot pick your family but you decide on your friends
People bring their influence whichever messages it sends
They either choose to cut you down or try to help you grow
But you allow manipulation with what they let you know
You should not judge your value by the talents you receive
Defining someone by their gift will forwardly deceive
Society doesn't separate those who can from who can't
Failure in particular gifts makes none insignificant
You shouldn't dwell on affection that you might obtain
Human beings show various ways of great love or disdain
Safe and SoundSandy let out a relieved sigh as he arrived at the Pole; tonight had been a good night. Little to no nightmares, calm weather, and he'd even gotten to hang around with Tooth in a few places. She'd finished earlier than him, and told him she'd be returning to the Pole for some rest. Sandy decided to do the same; North had announced that they could, and already had rooms set up specifically for each Guardian beforehand.Safe and Sound2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After cutting through the surprisingly calm workshop area, he entered the hall leading to their rooms. When he arrived at his door, though, he noticed North standing in front of it. The Russian man looked up at him as he arrived, blue eyes filled with worry.
"Sandy my friend, it pains me to trouble you, but…Bunny, he needs you. Pitch has been tormenting him all night. I did best I could, but it is a problem only you can solve."
Sandy's eyes were filled with worry as well, and he nodded, before hurrying off to the Pooka's room.
A few minutes later, he was hovering beside t
Mary Sue, Mary SchmueMARY SUE, MARY SCHMUE: WHY YOU SHOULD IGNORE THE LABELMary Sue, Mary Schmue5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Part One: It's Not As Bad As You Think
Any writer who has opened their work to criticism or posted their work on the Internet (oh wait, that's the same thing), has undoubtedly heard the term "Mary Sue." In all likelihood, you've heard this term because one of your characters has had this label thrown at them. Perhaps the fear alone of having your character turned into a dartboard for flamers has driven you to discover the definition of this term. In fact, it's likely that the fear of this label has altered your writing and characterization in some way. Has it driven you to be less shallow, and make your characters less shallow? Good! Has it driven you to think more carefully about your plot devices to make sure you're not pulling a Deus Ex Machina, and to keep a close eye on your characterization to make sure you're not derailing any of their personalities? Good! Has it driven you to b
MoonflowersMoonflowers2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What actually did make him happy?
It was not something he’d thought about or even remotely considered in… Well it seemed to be bordering on forever now. Emotions such as happiness, such as being carefree or even jovial were not, well they were not in his repertoire of things to feel. Not even for a man like him, who felt things with a fierce intensity that he had expertly managed hide behind a snide grin with lupine teeth and hard void eyes.
Did he even remember what happiness felt like? Possibly. Was it a warm feeling? like sunshine kissing lush skin bronze as it dipped toward the horizon on a summer’s day? Or was it like it sinking into the near scalding water of a freshly drawn bath after being out in the cold? Where it would hurt as it licked at the skin, the body thinking it to be painful, to burn until it adjusted and realized that it was good, that it was life giving warmth, heat.
And did it have a color? Something in the spectrum of bur
The Boogey Man. ( Reader x Pitch One-Shot)The Boogey Man. ( Reader x Pitch One-Shot)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was always so dark. Such a dark fairy tale that kids got goose bumps while speaking of him. Expect you, you were a fan of his misery, and his chaos in the dark ages. It was always so interesting. You finished researching about the evil ‘ boogey man’. You were laughing on how most bloggers described him. “ A Monster” This amused you to a far point of even chuckling about it. You shook your head and got off the internet, putting your laptop down and laying on your bed. When you looked out your window it was dark and damp. There was fog everywhere, kinda scary. You know all those things about the boogey man weren't true. They aren’t and never will be. How do you know? It’s very simple really.
It’s because you've already met the boogey man yourself
He wasn't a monster. He was Dark, Evil and surely will be the last guardian standing.
Hush, hush, hush. [Pitch BlackxBabysitter!Reader]Hush, hush, hush. [Pitch BlackxBabysitter!Reader]5 months ago in Humor More Like This
(A/n: I kinda see Reader-chan as 18-20, Jamie 10-12 and Sophie 4-6)
You groaned as you flopped onto the couch in the living room. Mrs. Benet had left you to babysit Jamie and Sophie while she went out for a while. The two troublemakers suggested that they play hide ‘n’ seek for a while, and with the use of their puppy dog faces they had dragged you along.
Long story short, a while turned out to be hours.
To be completely fair, you were 86.34% sure that the kids were changing their hiding spots whenever they could.
You rubbed your pounding head with your index and middle fingers in a circular motion while trying to think of ways to draw the two out.
Suddenly an idea popped into your head and a devious smirk tugged at your lips.
You got up and straightened your clothes. After clearing your throat, you began singing and searching once more.
“Children have you ever met the Boogeyman before? No of course you haven’t for you’re much too good I’m sure. Don&
Grind AwayWatch it through a foggy windowGrind Away6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Keep yourself alive
Did the heroes disappear
From this fragile life?
Goddesses, they walk among you
Walking on the nails
Grinding down the bones that hold you
Nothing stands you up
We take the blame
The pain that you feel
Why dont you die already
We know youll always heal
Back in the corner weeping
Tears upon the tiles
Grind your teeth and break your jaws
And still youll feel a smile
Nail me to the ground
Nail me to the wall
Watch me hurt
Watch me die
As you just grind away
Grind away (we see your face)
Grind away the hours
Till your bones are only dust
In the wind
Guardians' HelpersHe knew he was growing up. Jamie nervously twiddled his thumbs, eyes never leaving his trembling fingers. He briefly glanced at the clock beside his bed. It was midnight. Jack was late. Jamie sighed in frustration. The immortal teen said he would be there! He said after the first snowfall, he'd come and they would talk and-Guardians' Helpers2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Boo!" With a scream, Jamie jumped off his bed and spun around. The teenager slouched as he saw Jack Frost behind him, laughing his head off.
"Ha ha," Jamie said sarcastically, "you're hilarious."
"I try," Jack responded as he took a small bow. With a flick of his wrist, his staff was laid across his shoulders. "Miss me?"
"Hardly," Jamie scoffed, shoving the other teen playfully.
"Awe, I'm crushed." The winter spirit adopted a mock hurt expression. Jamie simply laughed.
"You planning a snow day any time soon? I could really use it." Jack plopped down on Jamie's bed after leaning his staff against the night table.
"Now you're using me for getting out of school? Geez,
Bunnymund: Morning Kisses"Bunnymund, give me my cell phone, NOW!!!!" you yelled. You were chasing the guardian of hope because he wanted one thing; a kiss. Not a kiss on the lips or anything like that, he just wanted his daily morning kisses you gave him ever since you two met. He found you cold and homeless one night while hiding eggs for Easter and heard you whining behind a tree. You explained to him you ran away from the orphanage because you felt like nobody wanted you. So He took you in and you two became extremely close ever since. Every morning you would wake up and kiss Bunnymund on the cheek, and it became a daily thing that happens now. You were 8 at the time and now you're 18. You recently stopped you're morning kisses because, well, you fell in love with him. You felt awkward kissing him because of you're feelings.. And, no, he didn't adopt you for you to be his daughter, you were just friends but you wanted to be more than that and now you're chasing Bunnymund for cell phone.Bunnymund: Morning Kisses2 years ago in Settings More Like This
THE GLORY DAYS- IN MEMORY OF..THE GLORY DAYS---- IN MEMORY OFTHE GLORY DAYS- IN MEMORY OF..7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I used to RP.
How do you think I became such a good writer?
But as it stands, the days of my RPing are just a memory now, their glory gone only to be seen once more in a burst of nostalgia... ah we had such a time. There was just us, and no candid storyline, and all the action we could ever think of.
I can only tell you that RPing with my old friends was an experience like no other, one that I've never found in any other group. We KNEW what the other was thinking, we all were interconnected almost, one mind nearly. Such days are long gone, and I cannot help but miss them with all my soul, but I realize that those days are again, over, and I will never see days like that ever again.
Oh, how time has passed, and yet, I can remember every moment that we spent together, though in front of a computer, bodies inactive, but minds running at the speed of sound. An adventure unparalleled, a creative adventure, no limits, and all the time in the world. An ec
An Odd child11 years ago...An Odd child2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A little girl at the age of 5 laid on the floor and continued to draw with a black crayon. She had big green eyes with brown around the pupils, long black hair, bangs cut just above her eyes, thin eyes brows, one with a small scar, and light tan skin.
A big brown and yellow dog laid in front of her with his head rests on his paws as he watch the child with his big brown eyes. The little girl picked up the pink crayon and starts coloring as the god stood up and began to growl.
"Huh? Whats wrong Bart?" she asked him sitting up, a chuckle was hear and she turned around to face a very tall man with grey skin. He was dressed in a black robe and had spiky black hair. He smelled of smoke, and was as thin as the child crayons, he had long claw like nails, and golden eyes, the girl stared into the pools of gold speechless.
"Well well... it would appear, you can see me Little one..." The man knelt down to her level as the dog started to bark, the little girl didn't move, nor did
DELAYEDDanna, un.DELAYED7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im leaving for my mission now, un.
And? Sasori heard Deidara hmmph and turned around to see the blonde pouting. A goodbye Dei would be nice, un!
Alright, come here. Deidara walked over to the chair Sasori was sitting in and sat on his lap, receiving a hug and kiss. Better?
Slightly, un. Deidara sighed and leaned against Sasori. I dont wanna leave you, un.
Its just for two weeks, brat.
Im not a brat, un! Sasori chuckled and gave Deidara another kiss. Then quit acting bratty.
Deidara rose to his feet and walked to the door. Bye Sasori danna! With that he was gone.
Sasori turned his chair back around and returned to working on his puppets.
Finally, some peace and quiet.
The two weeks went by much faster than Sasori would have anticipated. He was almost upset when th
FREEZING part 2 PROMISESasori woke at the sound of a sneeze. He slowly opened his eyes, not quite ready to wake up. Deidara looked up at him, a sheepish grin on his face. Sorry, danna. I didnt mean to wake you, un.FREEZING part 2 PROMISE7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasori sighed and stretched, forcing the blonde to slide off of him. No big deal, Deidara. We needed to head back early anyway, so its better that you woke me up early, instead of vice-versa. Deidara was the epitamy of an anti-morning person. Hed even gone as far as to throw bombs at people who dared to wake him too early. This had never happened to Sasori, but in the puppets mind, it was only a matter of time.
Deidara sneezed again, and Sasori gave him a concerned glance. His partner had been out in the rain for six hours the night before, and had gone to bed with a wet head. Dei, are you ok? he asked, reaching out to feel his partners forehead.
Of course, un! Deidara sprang out of the bed to prove it, which also moved
BunnymundXreaderBunnymundXreaderBunnymundXreader2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“_______, _______ wake up its Easter its Easter”. Your head shot up and you rubbed your eyes. There jumping up and down on your bed was your little sister ______ and she was obviously excited. Easter was your favourite holiday with all the egg hunting and all the fun. Though what you liked to do the best is to try and find the Easter bunny and your sister would always help you. You may be (y/a) but you still believed in the guardians. Your two favourites are the sandman and the Easter bunny. You also like Santa and the tooth fairy but not as much as your two favourites. As for Jack frost you didn’t really like him because sometimes he would make it snow on Easter. Not that you didn’t like the snow you just didn’t want it to snow on Easter because it would always cover the eggs so the children couldn’t find them. You and your sister brushed your teeth, got dressed, brushed your hair and went down stairs for breakfast. When you both ha
YOU'RE MY DANNASasori looked up and down the hall before grabbing hold of a doorknob and ducking inside an empty room. The classroom was an old art room, abandoned and now used only for storage. He looked around in the dark until he saw what he was looking for. A blonde boy, by the name of Deidara.YOU'RE MY DANNA7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Deidara and Sasori had been going to the same school for years, but the red head doubted the blonde even knew about his existence. Theyd talked a little in class, played on the same team in P.E., all the usual stuff. But they never hung out, they never talked just for the heck of it, and they knew absolutely nothing about each other.
Well, that wasnt entirely true.
Sasori knew that the blonde had a speech impediment, and liked to let his hair stay long. Kids often teased him about it, even going as far as beating the poor kid up before or after school, calling him a freak. Hed often seen Deidara come into class with cuts and bruises on his body, with his trademark grin still painted on hi
Adventures With Me And Friends - Chapter Two "JACK!" an Australian voice boomed through the halls. Jack rolled his eyes as he continued to listen to music on his iPhone 5. Laying on his back on his bed, he scrolled through his song playlist, his earbuds blasting music in his ears. Suddenly, the door to Jack's room burst open as a raging rabbit came in, a hummingbird-hybrid flying behind him. "Bunny, wait. We don't know if Jack did it. We need evidence." she said, trying to hold Bunny back. "Oh, we have evidence!" Bunny yelled as he walked toward Jack's bed. Jack looked up at Bunny, a face expression on Jack's face that read Get-the-heck-outta-here-before-I-freeze-your-furry-rear-end. Bunny crossed his arms across his chest. "Jack, what did you do?" he asked him.Adventures With Me And Friends - Chapter Two1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack sat up on his bed and stared a Bunny straight in his eyes, removing his earbuds from his ears. "Did what, Kangaroo?" Jack asked Bunny, who looked at him like he was crazy. "Don't act all innocent. You know you're guilty." Bunny said, glaring
LOVE-HATECRASHLOVE-HATE7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shut the hell up, un!
I said shut up! Tobi was barely able to avoid the chair that was aimed at his head. The masked boy ducked as a bomb was thrown at him, shutting the door just as the wad of clay exploded, singing the door. The boy listened as he sempai gave a frustrated sigh from inside the room, followed by the sound of bedsprings creaking, indicating that the blonde was now seated on the bed.
In spite of the pain he felt in his heart, Tobi couldnt help but grin. Hed managed to get Deidara to talk again. And in the masked nins opinion, that was a huge accomplishment.
Ever since Sasori had died, the sculptor had been, well, mopey, to put it bluntly. He rarely left his room, unless he had a mission, and hardly ever spoke with another member. The only way Tobi could get any emotional reaction out of the bomber was to annoy him.
Tobi hummed to himself as he walked down into the kitchen. As long as he kept hi
Road TripDeidara was not in the cheeriest of moods at the moment.Road Trip7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Itachi...you're being unfair. Un." He grumbled to his dark haired friend. "Please..."
"No, Deidara. For the last time." The Uchiha responded, not taking his eyes off of the long, Arizona road that lay stretched out before him as he drove.
Really, why did they listen to Hidan's bright idea? Driving from Texas to California instead of doing it the easy way and flying? That was ridiculous!
Male Bonding Time, he said...tch. They lived together, went to school together, occasionally fucked together...what more 'bonding time' did they need?
"Aw, c'mon, blondie! You're fine." Hidan assured Deidara as he peered back at the other from the passenger seat in the front of the car. "Just...sit back, relax. Take a nap or something."
"I can't, un!" Deidara protested, swallowing thickly and wrapping one arm around his stomach.
"Deidara. Stop faking. We are not going to stop just for you to puke up your lunch." Itachi said with a f
The Guardian of Mischief Meets the Nightmare KingPart II: The Threat of DarknessThe Guardian of Mischief Meets the Nightmare King1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stood there in front of the Guardians, North's Guardian induction speech faded like background noise. I couldn't stop thinking about my encounter with Pitch. There was something about him that drew me to him, and another that scared the shit out of me. When North got me in a bear hug after I pledged myself to the Guardians, my worry and fear melted away. The fake smile I had plastered on my face turned real and grew wider when everyone (even Bunny) congratulated me. Sandman was looking at me suspiciously and it irked me more than it should. I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in the middle of my eyes and my lips form an angry snarl. He held his hands up and floated some paces away from me. Damn, Pitch is getting to me more than I should let him. Suddenly, everyone was silent. The elves, the Guardians, and the yeti were staring at me. I backed away slowly to the open window. Jack stepped toward me and whispered about knowing a face that saw
FREEZINGSasori woke up in the middle of the night. He had no idea what woke him up; probably some bad dream, or the rain. It was pouring down out there in sheets, just as it had when he went to bed at 8. He reached an arm out to turn the digital clock around to face him: 2 a.m. He quickly pulled his arm back under the warm covers, determined to go to sleep. He stared at the wall for about ten minutes before flipping over so he now faced the window.FREEZING7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He saw a silhouette sitting outside the window.
Sasori didnt move; this person must be an assassin. But obviously not a very good one, or else he would have already noticed the puppet mans movements. Maybe it was his first big job. Sasori debated how to kill the person. It would be easiest to throw one of his poison knives at the man; but where was the fun in that? No, hed grab a regular kunai and slit the bastards throat, getting right in his face and seeing the guy realize with horror what was happening as he was murdered.
LOVE YOU, DANNAWhat did you just ask, brat?LOVE YOU, DANNA7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasori and Deidara were currently sitting in their room, doing nothing out of the ordinary; Deidara was molding his clay, and Sasori was going back and forth between paperwork and his puppets. The duo had just returned from an extensive mission, so there was a pretty good chance that Pein wouldnt give them a new assignment for a few days, maybe even a week. Needless to say, the two artists were bored out of their skulls.
Deidaras mind had begun to wander around, finally coming to rest on a single thought that had been bugging him for a while. Too bored to let it go and far too curious to find out what the answer was, Deidara had finally voiced his question, much to Sasoris surprise.
You heard me danna. Do you ever get nightmares, un? Deidara was pretty sure the puppet master had dreams when he slept (with more then a few of them had involved Sasori whispering the blondes name in his sleep), but in the entire c
BunnymundxArtistic!Reader (Request)You were the proud owner of a little crafts shop in a small town. You made most of your product, and had fun doing it. A lot of your product would correspond with a close by holiday that was either here or coming up.BunnymundxArtistic!Reader (Request)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was Easter time and you were painting some eggs that you’d hollowed out. You had taken them into the woods, along with your paint and had started painting them, inspired by the spring time flowers.
As you painted, you were humming to yourself, enjoying the nature around you. Once you were done with an egg, you would tie it to a low hanging tree branch to let it dry. You had painted dozens of eggs by midday and you were surrounded.
You paused in your painting and watched as the breeze blew the eggs gently. It was a beautiful sight.
“These are the most beautiful eggs I’ve ever seen. Beside my own.” a soft Australian voice said. You didn’t even look around.
“Thank you. They were all inspired by nature. It’s just too bad that I
The Guardian of Mischief Meets the Nightmare KingPART III: The Dark ArrowThe Guardian of Mischief Meets the Nightmare King1 year ago in Drama More Like This
I sit on the bed of one of North's rooms, hugging my knees and resting my forehead on them. What Pitch said before the Guardians checked me over for injuries has been bothering me for the past few hours. I scratch at my ankles and sigh. This was bothering me more than it should. There was a part of Pitch I was attracted to, and a part that scared the absolute shit out of me. Well, he is the King of Nightmares, so I guess that made sense. What didn't make sense was the intense lust I felt when I was with him. Ugh.
My inner musings were interrupted by a soft knocking on the door. After I flicked my fingers toward it so it unlocked, I see Jack and Toothiana walk in. Jack looked worried and Tooth looked as scared as I felt. I didn't realize I was crying until Tooth reached over and wiped the tears away. She looked like she wanted to cry when I flinched away as soon as her warm little fingers touched my skin. Jack motioned for Tooth to