About puppy dogs and OWNERSAbout puppy dogs and OWNERSAbout puppy dogs and OWNERS3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking on the crux of it all!
Let me remove your fears, your inhibitions, your clothes, your freedom, your identity...........
Give up your making decisions,
How can any want conformity
_ and convention?
Hands behind your back,
a collar around your neck_
You can forget the talk_
I attach a leash...
Lets go for a walk....
*lock away your clothes*
*We'll just store that phone*
Down on your knees
*Find that bone*
Who's a good boy?
BY VARTH DAIDER
Trade with Tkfr - Ichigo tickled by GrimmjowSetting: SPOILER WARNING – Shortly prior to the invasion of Soul SocietyTrade with Tkfr - Ichigo tickled by Grimmjow10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Location: Karakura Town
Time: 2:04 a.m., Saturday
Ichigo pushed the door open, kicking his shoes off right on the threshold. They landed some feet away with two soft thumps. Usually he would have attempted to be more silent, but there was no one in the dark house. Karin was away with the soccer team, and Yuzu was enjoying a trip to the countryside, luckily bringing their father along. Indeed, the man had tried to convince Ichigo to join them, and it took the boy three beatings to make him finally desist. And Kon... where was the stuffed lion again?
Anyway, he had the house all to himself for nine days. A very good thing, since he was on a break from school for the same amount of time. At least, it would have been for any seventeen-year-old who did not spend most of his nights hunting down bloodthirsty Hollows. None of them was a threat to him, though. But that afternoon he had had some trouble when, du
Harry Potter Tickle Story (Malfoy vs Harry)Harry Potter Tickle Story (Malfoy vs Harry)8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malfoy had had just about as much Harry Potter as he could take, after losing yet another quidditch match to him in his 5th year. In fact he was fed up with "The likes of Potter" on all fronts. Malfoy as he saw it had it all, looks, cunning, money, and a fair bit of magical skill, but he still couldn't quite measure up to Harry, "The Chosen One."
It sickened him to see Harry gain fame and success, triwizard champion, Gryffindor seeker,etc.
The more he reminisced over this, the more annoyed he became. All of Harry's narrow triumphs over him came streaming back to mind in one prickling wave of irritation. He had tried everything to best His Gryffindor rival, and though he may have gained advantages at some points, Harry seemed to always come out on top in the end.
"How.........?!" Draco walked down an empty corridor after class, mumbling to himself.
But how harry had managed to do it was not important. How he could get him back, that was much more impo
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookMocked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
Dear DeviantArt, Are We A Porn Shop ?When was the body of a half-naked woman valued over the stroke of a pencil which once bled the imagination of the artists themselves.Dear DeviantArt, Are We A Porn Shop ?10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When was a woman sprawled on a bed, legs inviting all to come inside, like a torn down library preferred over a world so distant, so surreal, that the artists heartbreak and tears all splattered across a canvass which beckoned all to come in, to lose themselves in this distant world.
When was effort traded for the flash of privileged?
When was the photograph of scenario so harsh to the eyes, yet full of emotion, pain and sadness so easily cast aside for the backside of a barbie-looking girl?
That hate I harbor for pictures such as those, pictures that only the skinny girl can take, the perfect girl can take, the beautiful can take has been tamed for two years until recently. It seems, Deviant Art, that you've lost sight of your purpose, let society pull your reigns. You go with the crowd now, don't you, chose selectively only what is pleasing to th
Skar'd for Life"Grrr .I can't stand it," Skar burst out at the kitchen table that startled Grau who was sitting across from him.Skar'd for Life4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What? What's wrong," Grau asked picking up his fallen piece of toast.
"It's that idiot ZL," Skar roared, pounding the table. "How can I get Zeph's attention when he's always by his side? I'm supposed to be his brother! Not ZL!"
Skar pounded the table again which sent Grau's empty plate rattling, catching Xavier's attention from the other room.
"Hey," Xavier shouted, "What's with all the racket?"
"S-Sorry Xavier," Skar apologized intimidated. "I guess I'm just angry. Why does ZL get Zeph's attention?"
"There's a simple reason for that," Farris said entering the room and chomping down into an apple.
"What's that," Skar asked.
"You," Craigmartin joined in as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, "are weak."
"What's that supposed to mean," Skar growled angrily as his fist clenched a bit.
"Face it," Ralf interjected as he walked into the room, "ZL's
Run away (Sebastian x reader)Lets put this simply, you were a run away. Your mother died when you were 2 and your dad died in a war before you were born. Your foster father was cruel and he beat you. So you took what little belongings you had and ran.Run away (Sebastian x reader)9 months ago in Settings More Like This
The next day you relized you had no food and you were starving. Your stomach rumbled , "be quite, I'm trying to find food, okay" you said to yourself. Just then you pasted by a tall man with jet black hair and crimson red eyes. "What a strange women." You heard him say. And you saw a young boy standing beside him, he seemed to be no more that 13 years old. "What did you say sebastian?" The boy asked to tall man as you walked away. You were to far away to here the mans reply.
The bag you were carrying felt like it became light as air. You turned around a saw a kid running away with your bag. You ran after him right back toward at tall man and the young boy. "Out of the way idiots!!" You shouted as you ran by.
The tall man fell aggenst the wall and he slumped ov
I WANT A GUY...I WANT A GUY...I WANT A GUY...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who can wrestle with me and let me win,
who i can talk to about anything,
who puts my cold hands in his warm hoddie pockets,
who lets me use his sweatshirt as a pillow,
who says i love you and means it,
who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in snow,
who calls unexpectedly who realizes that i say things but don't always mean them,
who i can go swimming with on hot days,
who can tell me his problems and let me help,
who will tell me i'm amazing,
who is simply mine to hold
The Growing Adventures of HughHugh stood in front of Stan, shirtless and huge. His muscles rippled and bulging beneath his paper-thin skin. His fists were lightly clinched, causing his forearms to bulge and flex a bit as well. He had a sly grin on his face. All in all, it was the norm for Hugh to do.The Growing Adventures of Hugh4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey Stan! What's your favorite muscle?" Hugh asked out of the blue.
"Uh..." Stan had to pause and think for a moment, "The pecs. Why do you ask?"
Hugh put his fists on his hips, "Nothing special. I just wanna know."
"Are you sure?" Stan asked, feeling rather unsure.
Hugh turned a bit from Stan, "Of course! I'm sure." As he said so, the two impressive pecs on his chest began to grow. They bulged and flexed out more and more. In moments they were at least twice their previous size and growing quickly.
Stan got a worried look on his face, "Then why are you flexing your pecs?"
"Heh." was all the answer Stan got from Hugh as the two mighty pecs grew faster. He gulped a bit as the pecs grew bigger than twin basketballs on H
YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.You hit me.YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You hate me.
You label me.
You judge me.
You reject me.
You blame me.
You laugh at me.
You criticise me.
You threaten me.
You try to guilt me.
You call me names.
You tell me I’m wrong.
You try to manipulate me.
You refuse to apologize to me.
You try to make me responsible.
But you can’t stop me from being me.
Who I amI'm not a Hershey's, but you can have my kisses.Who I am2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not a shooting star, but I can grant your wishes.
I'm not a magician, but I can show you the magic in this world.
I'm not you daddy, but you can still be my girl.
I'm not a millionaire, but I can make your life richer.
I'm not a time traveler, but I can craft you a great future.
I'm not a shadow, but I can always be by your side.
I'm not a shy guy, so this I must confide:
I'm not a psychopath, but I'm crazy over you.
I'm not a liar; I assure you these words are true:
Who I am is the man who adores you.
Who I am is the man who wants to be with you.
.:Who I Am:.They called me ugly.:Who I Am:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i put on makeup
in the hopes that one day
i might be beautiful
They said i was fat
so i stopped eating
in the hopes that my waist would shrink
and Their hearts would grow
They told me i was weird
so i tried to change myself
distancing me from the girl
i have known my whole life
They told me i didn't deserve life
so i began to hurt myself
in the hopes that somebody would see
that i'm in pain
and that i would become worthy
i took Their scorn
and i tried my best
to become the person
They said I'd never be
but yet in the end
i failed tragically
hating the fact that i'm
who i am
They told me i should die
so one day i finally decided
i'd try to grant Their last wish
to finally get something right
but now i see
that I am worth something
That their words
Are nothing on me
From now on I'll only be
What I was meant to be
And I won't change
For anybody anymore
they will not control my life
I will not let them dictate
my thoughts or my actions
because I will not stoop down a
Chelley .:Fireflies:.You would not believe your eyesChelley .:Fireflies:.10 months ago in Romance More Like This
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
‘Cuz they fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You’d think me rude but I would just stand and
Wheatley tossed and turned in his bed, groaning. He couldn’t sleep again. He hadn’t been able to sleep in ages. Not since what had happened to him all that time ago. Every night, when he’d fall asleep, he’d dream of it. He’d have to relive it all over again. He hated doing that. Every night for the past year, he’d just lay awake in his bed, wishing he could fall asleep without reliving the horrible moments of his life.
Slowly, he threw his legs over the bed and sat up, sighing. He rubbed his temples, and then held his face in his hands. A few tears slipped from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Slowly, he moved his hands from his face to his chin and looked out of the huge window in his bedroom. Th
Sexuality?I told her today.Sexuality?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I told her the truth.
I never tried to lie.
I have always tried to be honest.
Tell me the truth.
Am I gay?
Am I a homosexual?
Do I like girls?
Do I like boys?
Do I like both?
Do I despise either?
The questions twirl and dance in my head...
My mind is already full!
I don't have time to discuss romance.
I don't want to either.
I've liked several girls.
But, I've liked several boys!
Neither were small.
Neither were weak.
I like both.
Can I like both?
My brother says no.
My mother assured me I wasn't gay.
But, the spirits assure me I am.
Who do I believe?
Myself or my mother?
I've never doubted her.
I want to cry.
I can't help but cry and sob and weep.
She tells me not to let others tell me things.
Then tells me that I am not gay.
Can't I be bisexual?
Can I like both?
I've liked my brothers' female friends.
I've liked my brothers' male friends.
Is that bad?
Am I strange?
Am I abnormal?
I don't understand!
Can't somebody tell me?
Collectors - Brandon GiDMmmm! MMMMM! Brandon had been standing perfectly still, waiting for the police to untie his sister, when someone grabbed him from behind, pressing a hand over his mouth. He had chosen to stay by the cars, waiting while everyone else crowded around Lucy, and he immediately regretted his mistake. The second he felt the hand cover his mouth, he lurched forwards, attempting to loosen the mans grip while hoping to attract the attention of the police nearby. However, everyone was too wrapped up in rescuing Lucy to notice the man wrapping his arm tightly around Brandons torso, pinning his arms to his side.Collectors - Brandon GiD5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
No matter how hard Brandon wriggled and squired to get away, he was unable to fight off the mans power, making it difficult, but not impossible for his attacker to drag him backwards; accomplishing little, aside from the ripping of his plain white t-shirt. He didnt realize that there was a second man at all until he felt someone grab at his kicking legs,
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((A/N: WARNING. THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF FEELS. FANGIRLS WITH HEART CONDITIONS ARE ADVISED TO PROCEED WITH CAUTION. THIS ALSO APPLIES TO FANGIRLS WITHOUT HEART CONDITIONS, BECAUSE IT'S SO FEELSY. I MEAN LOOK AT IT. I WANT TO CRY AND I'M JUST THE AUTHOR'S NOTE))
Snapped!Magic!Hetaloid!PrussiaxMute!Reader: Just the Same: Ch 3
As time went on, Prussia didn’t keep his promise. He became even more protective of you than he already was. He did everything he could for you. He hardly ever let you do anything on your own. He was being extremely violent at school. It started with little things, but now, if someone even looked at you the wrong way, he’d beat them to a pulp. He’d gotten in trouble with the teachers so many times you were surprised he hadn’t been suspended yet. He had been dubbed the official “school bully”. People were afraid of him
PnF2 - La cita idealLas palabras resonaron fuerte en su cabeza, el eco se prolongó por un rato, tanto así que su atención regresó a la realidad gracias a Marie que intentó hacerle hablar por un buen rato.PnF2 - La cita ideal4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"¿M-me repites eso, por favor?" fue su primera respuesta consciente.
Marie rió antes de responder la petición, "Tengo. Una. Cita." Separó las palabras sospechando que él no había entendido la situación por la velocidad con la que la emoción la hizo hablar, "¿no es genial?"
Thomas le contempló inmóvil digiriendo la idea lentamente. Marie tenía una cita. Cuatro palabras filosas como espadas que se hacinaron en lo profundo de su pecho. Si bien ella estaba extasiada en por la idea de que alguien finalmente se interesase lo suficiente para invitarla a salir, vagamente conocía al sujeto y solo podría terminar en un enorme desastre.
Pero él no diría palabra alguna, como era usual.
"¿Y por qué estoy
Collectors - Jack GiDWhen the men entered Jacks room, he was sitting at his desk, headphones in, metal blaring loudly. It was 7 PM dark outside, late enough for him to be home from school, but not late enough for his workaholic parents to be anywhere near the house yet. After he had gotten home from school, he had done some homework, but not much, gone for a run, eaten leftover pizza for dinner and then taken a shower. Now he was partially dressed, wearing the pair of basketball shorts that intended to sleep in and nothing else.Collectors - Jack GiD5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Because of the loud music pouring through the headphones, Jack was blissfully unaware that anything at all was wrong. The men that had just picked the lock to the door barely knew anything about Jack, they had only watched him for a day, but they knew that every chance he got, the boy kept his ears jammed with loud music, blocking out the world. Jack raked a finger through his still slightly damn hair recently dyed black with a patch of blond in the front that h
Hetaloid!PrussiaxMute!Reader: Just the Same: Ch 2Hetaloid!PrussiaxMute!Reader: Just the Same: Ch 210 months ago in Romance More Like This
Snapped!Magic!Hetaloid!PrussiaxMute!Reader: Just the Same: Ch 2
You spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday teaching Prussia how to fit in with the rest of the family. Your parents called him Gilbert, making him seem even more human. Just like the manual had said, Prussia ate with you, took a shower after you had taken yours, and he even helped clean the house. You taught him more sign language, and he picked it up extremely quickly. By Sunday evening, you could speak to him mostly with signs. He was also very protective of you. He almost never left your sight, and he insisted on doing a lot of things for you. On Saturday night, you’d laid a sleeping bag out for him on the floor of your bedroom. He’d fallen asleep there, but when you woke up on Sunday morning, you’d noticed that he had climbed into your bed and was holding onto you protectively. Thank God your parents hadn’t seen.
Monday morning was no differe
Thomas - Sentimientos Pensamientos Y TorturasMe llamo Thomas Fletcher tengo 9 años, soy hijo de uno de los mejores inventores del mundo junto con su hermano que también es mi querido tío el cual tiene un hija que es mi media-prima, algo raro me esta pasando no se por que pero desde hace un par de semanas cuando cumplí mis 9 años algo despertó dentro de mi.Thomas - Sentimientos Pensamientos Y Torturas2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
En mi mente hay algo que me a estado haciendo pensar las cosas mas inesperables que puede imaginar este mundo, mi cerebro se da tantas vuelta como un tornado que jira sin para, en búsqueda de una resolución para estos pensamientos, es raro y temible decir esto pero, en este ultimo tiempo cuando veo a mi media prima mi corazón empieza a palpitar con tanta fuerza que párese que en cualquier momento explotara como los proyectos que hacemos, y en mi cabeza aparece una vez cada 10 segundo las imágenes de ella y