Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.23Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.2311 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, was someone you had never truly believed in and had hardly ever heard him mentioned. Maybe you should have paid attention when Jack had mention him, but you had disregarded him and had forgot what he had mention about such a man.
He was bad. That is what you knew; Pitch Black was what nightmares were made of, or what commanded them. Your thoughts were muddled by your nightmare, by his appearance in your reality, by your mother’s and Ruben’s reaction when you kept screaming for them to turn around and look at the threat behind them.
There was another fact that couldn’t be ignored by your analytical mind, and that was how his sole presence affected the atmosphere of the room, the attitude of those inside the room, how he was able to affect the state of your mind.
I should have paid attention,’ you thought, and the previous thoughts you had had before the nightmare were partially answered; Jack hadn’t been a fixation
---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---Altairism---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Altairism is the love of an arrogant, grumpy Assassin who needs to get laid."
"Ezioism is the love of a hot, flirtatious Italian Assassin. "
"Desmondology is the study of all that is Desmond."
"Kadarism is the love of a young Journeyman Assassin who died simply to fuck up emotions."
"Leonardoism is the love of an easily excited inventor who has problems with the concept of personal space."
"Malikism is the love of a one-armed Bureau Leader with a sassy attitude. "
"Shaunism is the love of an angry British man who has problems with third-world countries."
"Clayology is the study of the only Assassin who felt that the walls of Abstergo looked better painted blood red."
"Yusufism is the love for an Assassin who enjoys trolling the others, no matter who it may be."
THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETEDSometimes I hate myself,THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not the usual emo crap, but the way I think you hate me,
With loathing, [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
Sometimes I'm still [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
[THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED] Can you blame me?
You're just kind of hard to [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
Sometimes the only thing that makes sense is [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
And when I lay awake in bed at night [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED],
[THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED] and I'm sorry if you think that's weird.
Sometimes I wonder if [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED] had gone differently,
And I had been better,
[THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
I wanted to tell youThere's a heady exhilaration blooming in my chest and a broad, triumphant smile on my lips and I know I look almost too happy, but I can't control my beaming, and I am absolutely bursting to tell you the news:I wanted to tell you3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That my essay was perfect, that I nailed the presentation, that the biochem final was a walk in the park.
And, oh, God, I want to tell you so many things and that I love you and that I want you and I want to feel your arms around me, just barely containing my wild excitement. I want to laugh with relief and feel your lips curve up in a smile against the skin of my neck.
And I love you,
I love you,
I love you.
It's these moments when I am absolutely on top of the world that I want to share with you. I want you to laugh and tease me and call me a nerdy little bookworm and your baby girl and then kiss me all over so that I am pulled in a thousand directions at once. I want to absolutely unwind in your arms, but you hold me so tightly that I'm never afraid
A Broken WorldA Broken World9 months ago in Horror More Like This
“You wanted to see me, sir?”
Opening the door slowly, World peered his head inside of the darkened room, furrowing his brows at not seeing anyone there. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him quietly, stepping forward to look around the bare space. This room had always made him nervous; his master had complete control of everything that was in this room. Shadow furniture could appear, chains would perhaps hang from the ceiling, or perhaps wisps of darkness in the shapes of flowers would appear. He was at the total disadvantage in here.
Though he knew he wouldn’t have anything to worry about, he was protecting his friend like he was told to do. They were getting along very well! Perhaps there was a reward in it for him for doing such a good job?
“Sir?” World called out again, lightly stepping back as the very light mist of darkness gently swept over his feet.
“Oh, just a sec!”
World’s ears perked as he heard the familiar high ton
AOI- The Writing (TEST)AOI- The Writing (TEST)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
The stallion breathed deeply, pulling the dry, dusty air into his filters. He exhaled the foul excuse for oxygen with a snort, scanning the scenery for any trace of the missing prototype. Cogs had escaped from his holding area and made a mad dash across the fort and over to the highlands, and it was still questioned as to how he escaped, since the fort’s most trusted watch-mare, Layla, had been on duty. The first day of searching they had stumbled upon a trail, however since then, not a single hoofprint had been discovered.
“Any sign of him?” Rayzorblade called out, his maroon and silver armor covered in a layer of fine dust that the Highlands so generously coated them both with. “No,” Steampunk replied gruffly, turning around, his tail dragging in the dirt. It was already midday, and this was the third day of the search for the missing Cogs. He had vanished without a trace, as if the highlands had swallowed him up, pulling the less-than-intelligent stalli
Terezi x flustered Karkat textLooking for someone to chat with... (so, please wait)Terezi x flustered Karkat text3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are now chatting with a person, say hi.
▲: UH TEREZI
▲: DIDN'T I JUST TALK TO YOU
▼: M4YB3 >
▼: TH3R3 4R3 4PP4R3NT4LLY 4 LOT OF M3 H3R3
▲: APPARENTLY BECAUSE JUST 2 MINUTES AGO I WAS TALKING TO YOU
▲: AND I THINK YOU'D REMEMBER UNLESS YOU ARE MESSING WITH ME
▼: W3LL LUCKY YOU >:]
▼: 1 DONT >:[
▲: HOW IS THAT LUCKY
▲: WELL I GUESS IT IS BETTER THAN TALKING TO THAT FUCKING IDIOT GAMZEE
▼: B3C4US3 1TS M3
▲: WELL OKAY I'LL GIVE YOU MERIT THAT YOU DON'T ANNOY THE SHIT OUTTA ME LIKE MOST DO
▼: H3H3H R33334LY? >;]
▲: DON'T LET IT GO TO YOUR HEAD THOUGH
▲: LIKE FUCKING SERIOUSLY
▼: 1 TH1NK 1TS TOO L4T3
▼: 1TS 4LR34DY UP TH3R3
▲: DAMNIT IT TEREZI
▼: 1 C4NT H3LP 1T!
▼: 4NY PR41S3 FROM YOU 1S JUST 4DOR4BL3
▲: I AM NOT ADORABLE NOR
Codes and Stories - Chapter 3Codes and Stories - Chapter 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3: Speck, the Scoundrel of Wasteland
Be warned that this fanfic contains Marscott (Prescott x Markus) and Turbo (who is now known as Gremlin Speedo in here) from the movie “Wreck-It Ralph” as a little crossover thing to add. If you don’t like, please do not read any further.
This story takes place AFTER Epic Mickey 2 and during off-screen times.
~Gremlin Prescott’s POV
“That’s strange, what’s a Spatter doing with paint?” Markus asked as he tilted his head, continuing to watch the sight of the rabbit chasing the creature. (That sounded ridiculous…) “Err, wait, no…is paint coming out of its tail? It has a tail? Huh?”
“So many questions with this one,” I sighed, shaking my head. I stood beside the curious gremlin and placed my arm around his shoulder. He watched as the cowering Spatter jumped from roof to roof in hopes to escap
The Cat Charmer Chapter 1. May continue on WattpadThe Cat CharmerThe Cat Charmer Chapter 1. May continue on Wattpad7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mrs. Tanning’s voice is ever as resonant these days. At least ever since she’s grown plump with her third kid. The first two are nothing short of devils in onesies and baby bodies. I have no doubts that Tanning #3 will be born with horns and a pointed tail.
My ears rung as she called me out the second time from my catnap. Maybe I do fit the name my parents chose for me. As if they had done it intentionally, right? What with my dad on booze half the time and my mom who might as well be part of a world peace cult.
I yawned and peeked out from under my hood. Mrs. Tanning’s beady eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth. Before she could say anything though, one of the drama-girls spoke up. None other than the “blonde beauty”, Taylor Marks. There’s about 7 guys in ou
Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, herHer.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Overcoming DemonsOvercoming Demons3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In Mark 5, it's the story of a possessed man that could not
be held down or bound by any chains, shackles, or any kind of bondage.
This man was so possessed that he had the strength of thousands.
Makes sense when he clearly had "Legion" in him, Thousands of Demons.
When Jesus confronted him, the demons were automatically filled with fear
and feared being cast out into hell.
Whenever a demon fails their mission (which is taking a soul to hell)
Satan grabs them and throws them into the lake of fire.
So, when Jesus went up to them, they asked what he wanted with them.
He told them to leave this man.
They then asked if they could go into the many Pigs(Swine) that were in the field.
Now, when you take a closer look at this, you'll see that:
A Legion of Demons is about 4 to 6,000 demons.
And there were over 2,000 pigs.
Now, when the demons entered the pigs, the pigs went crazy, jumped into the water and drowned themselves.
Look at how many Demons was in this one man!
The only way we could ev
Epic Mickey - Go on (revised)Epic Mickey - Go on (revised)1 year ago in Horror More Like This
It had been at least a good three years since I played the first Epic Mickey game on the Nintendo Wii and perhaps a good six months since getting midway through its sequel on the same console. I decided I had time, I wasn't at college at the moment and I just decided to play a bit of the second one so I turned on my Wii and heard a couple of clicking sounds. I checked out the console and made sure it working by fiddling with its settings. It seemed fine and I started up the game, this time I got a lot farther than before but something didn't seem right. The music sounded a bit distorted like if someone had mixed a sound of clattering dishes to the soundtrack, I went straight to the games settings and made some sound tests and everything seemed normal. After an hour or so I finally got to the level where I was to face Gremlin Prescott's mech. But something seemed odd, Prescott stared at the screen as if he was looking at me; his eyes seem cold and frightened. He opened his mouth waning
NaomiNaomi3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Solo quería de
scirles que los quiero muchísimo. Todos los años que estuve en Shy me divertí mucho, jugué, llore Pero siempre me gustaba estar con ustedes. Suelo ser celosa, molesta y controladora como dice Dagna, pero sé que aun así me querían♥. Sé que sufrimos mucho desde la época de los orcos, hasta hoy Pero aun así sobrevivieron algunos guerreros.
Siempre Estuve buscando una familia, pero no note que ya la tenía A ustedes.No se lo conté a muchos porque era un secreto, pero en realidad, mi historia es esta:
Nací en el medio de una guerra entre diferentes razas. Tengo (tenía) muchos hermanos, y casi los olvide a todos, ni siquiera recuerdo sus nombres. Yo era la más pequeña. Mi madre era una de las principales mujeres ricas entre la raza de los gatos y mi padre era un sirviente de unos 16 años que trabaja
vba en el reino (era much
candlelight (solkat)The orange flame on the candle flickered, causing a dim light to cast throughout the dark living room. It's quiet. So quiet, in fact, you could almost say mother nature herself declared this Sunday afternoon to be absolutely silent just for this moment to take place.candlelight (solkat)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're sprawled out on the small leather couch that's in your friend's living room, your fists clenching reflexively as a signal that, yes, you are in pain and yes, you want to pull all your disgustingly greasy hair right out of your pounding head.
Your head is in said friend's lap, and you're facing that wax candle sitting on the coffee table. Your eyes are fixed right on that small, twitching flame. It reminds you of Karkat in a sense; the way he's always so angry like a burning fire. But he always manages to reduce to the smallest little flame when you need him most.
Dexterous fingers are running through your hair, scratching at your scalp with dull fingernails. Karkat always knew how to subdue your headaches as you wa
Sweet and Complete: Part 2Sweet and Complete: Part 24 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Applejack had rarely felt so giddy, almost as if she were a filly again. There was a song in her heart that couldn’t contain itself, and so she was humming it placidly as she brushed her mane before the bathroom mirror. She had never taken such pride in her appearance when it wasn’t some huge, formal occasion, and even then she felt pressured and uncomfortable to get herself gussied up, but this time was different. This time, it was worth it.
It had been at least two weeks since she had confessed her love for Rarity, and to her utter astonishment and delight, Rarity reciprocated her affections. Since then, they had only been able to see each other on and off, as the prim unicorn had several orders to complete at Carousel Boutique, and Applejack had her apple-bucking to attend to. However, in just an hour or so, that all would be amended. Rarity had finally found a nice, big gap in her schedule, and she and Applejack were going to spend i
Sweet and Complete: A Rarijack StorySweet and Complete: A Rarijack Story4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rarity was in high spirits as she levitated streamers to hang over the rafters, settling balloons to float perfectly in place. The barn of Sweet Apple Acres had been utterly transformed over the last few hours, under the fashionista’s eagle-eye for aesthetic perfection. Sweetie Belle’s birthday was today, and Rarity had determined upon giving her a party to remember when she got back from a special Crusading session with her friends. The Apple family had given her permission to host it in the barn, and she had gotten to work spiffing it up for when Sweetie Belle returned.
The door opened, and Applejack stepped in, looking around admiringly at the decorations. A tray laden with cupcakes was balanced across her sturdy back, and she took great pains to settle it down gently on the refreshment table Rarity paused from setting up a pinata to speak to her.
“Applejack, I simply can’t thank you enough,” said Rarity. “Pink
Pirate!EnglandxReader~Black X~ Part 2"You natsy little-"Pirate!EnglandxReader~Black X~ Part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The blond pirate turned to see his brother pointing to another ship in the distance.
"Bloody Spanish.." he mumbled, turning back to see you trying to swim away from the boat.
Pulling off his coat he grinned.
"Not having enough food has made her weak." he told his Scottish brother, before handing another crew member his hat and his boots, along with his other possessions he didn't want to loose.
"Be prepared to open the sails!" he shouted to his crew, before diving straight into the water.
Hearing the splash, you took a moment to turn and see the captain himself swiming after you.
"Nonono.." you mumbled trying to swim faster, however the pain in your stomach from lack of food caused you to slow down. "AHK."
"Come back!" you heard him call for you, but instead you continued to swim towards the sudden island that appeared in the distance.
It must have appeared when the large fog clouds emerged.
"Dammit." you squeaked feeling your leg being to cramp.
Gabriel's wingsGABRIEL'S WINGSGabriel's wings2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come now Gabriel don't be such a baby" Michael told Gabriel in a harsh tone
"MICHAEL!" Lucifer shouted at his elder brother angrily
"What? He has to man up a little if he ever intends to become a true archangel" Michael scoffed of course referring to himself again.
"Michael he's getting his wings, it's not exactly the most pleasant thing in heaven plus he's only 5 years old!" Lucifer pointed out as he scowled at Michael then his scowl turned into a wicked grin.
"What now?" Michael asked a bit afraid of the look on Lucifer's face
"Did you not get your wings till you were 10? Bit of a late bloomer weren't you?" Lucifer taunted as his own wings arched behind him the beautiful reds and golden feathers shimmering as he arched them.
"I…I just…argh!" Michael pouted as he swiftly flew off leaving Lucifer with Gabriel
Lucifer laughed deep in his chest, loving the feeling he got every time he was able to out wit his elder brother. Lucifer turned back to Gabriel who was sitting o
You Have Done Well“Sir.”You Have Done Well1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Kane had been standing in the doorway for quite some time now. The other man in the room before him had ignored him, which he was accustomed to. Not unusual in the least. Riddick had a tendency to ‘zone out’ while he was working. Kane's words echoed around he room, making his ghostly voice sound all the more strange.
Kane’s long, long black hair moved with even the tiniest air current; it floated and waved like river reeds in the air. Bright, yet somehow dull red eyes gazed out from the chiseled, pale face. His cheekbones appeared sharp enough to cut marble. Kane was tall, thin, lithe. He wore white clothing of some unknown origin, figure-hugging and sleek. The shirt had a low V-neck, extending almost to his chest, which made the very tips of his stripe tattoos--which wrapped around his body from his back--visible against his pale skin. One could see his ribs rise and fall, and his hip bones jut
Homestuck VHSIt all started when I was thrift store hauling with my Girl Scout troop. One of my friends brought up the idea, we all agreed excitedly. We all had a blast, I also a VHS tape for $1.50. It was titled "Homestuck". Since I was a big fan of the franchise, I bought the tape. But, something was odd about the appearance of the cover, it looked like it was done in sharpie marker, and it had a dent like someone threw it at a wall. Also the Sburb logo was yellow instead of green.Homestuck VHS1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I got home, I told all of my troop about the odd condition of the tape. I was going to watch it with them, but they left before I could even play the VHS. So I ended up watching it with my older sister. The tape began showing the same yellow Sburb logo, along with not-so-good quality. No wonder, I thought, since it looked beat up.
It cut to a bonfire with all the trolls, but Terezi was missing. All of them had a shocked expression except for Karkat, who looked furious. Then Eridan said in his wavy acce
palm readingsi exist in the city limits because i want the wind to make me frail.palm readings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile like a ghost,
a sorry sin i promise to abstain but inevitably commit.
my bus fare is a kick down memory lane.
i walk instead.
he told me i spun words that dissolved on the tongue
before he even had the chance to taste them.
he called me sugar like a midday ritual,
dressed me in compliments more fit for kings than commoners.
i turned complacent; comforted by new beginnings
and frightened by sudden endings.
my mother never taught me how to avoid heartache.
she only told me that my heart was a gold mine
and i should never let fake jewelry lay over it.
once, out of spite, i showed her my palms and asked what she saw.
she told me that in this world full of practice, there was no time for games.
when i showed him, he said that i am overworked.
now, it is the purgatory between autumn and winter that sinks my guts.
the waiting room lacks couches and candle scents.
the smiles are either plastic or