New arrival (Lucifer x reader)New arrival (Lucifer x reader)New arrival (Lucifer x reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat in the small coffee shop close to your apartment waiting anxiously for Lucifer to meet you. Lucifer had been attracted to you and visa versa the instant you’d seen each other on that hunt in Detroit but it wasn’t all roses right off the bat, Lucifer had no clue how to charm a woman so he often resorted to the most extreme measures, which you of course resisted. After several months of beating around the bush you two finally got your acts together enough to go on a proper first date and it was surprisingly nice so it lead to date number 2 then 3 and so on…That was 2 years ago now. You loved him, you cared for him enough that you were even able to talk him out of the whole apocalypse plan just so you wouldn’t need to watch the archangel die but now there was something bigger you needed to discuss right now. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell over the coffee shop door ringing to indicate a new customer ha
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight TGJournal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight
A Costume TG Transformation Story by JanusDaGuardian
Pollux, also known to some locals as “the man-in-black”, “black-robed angel”, “creepy mugger”, etc... looked out the window of the small principals office of the rowdy Manhattan high school, counting the number of ticks coming from the nearby clock. Several months had passed since he'd begun to rectify the disturbances in the realms he was entrusted to protect. The snow was gone, and the frequency of rain in the small corner of the world he now stood in was beginning to lessen. Summer was right around the corner, the sun teasing his bare hands as he gazed onto the streets of the aging metropolis that was New York City.
The door to the office clicked open. Pollux knew who it was, so he didn't turn around.
“You're late, Mr. Washington. Have a seat.”
Jayden Alan Washington was a black teenager of about seventeen late-winters.
19.[H!FNAF x Reader] The PreludeFreddy:19.[H!FNAF x Reader] The Prelude4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Freddy couldn't believe it. There was no way you'd cheat on him... was there? But no, there you were, hugging some other boy. He'd been surprised to see you come into the pizzeria during the day, but you had, with a boy. You'd both been smiling and laughing, and you'd barely made any indication that you remembered he was there. It was almost as if you'd forgotten you were his girlfriend. After a little while, he managed to get close enough to hear your conversation.
“No, Nick, I'm sexy and you know it~” You were saying, making the boy in front of you laugh. Freddy knew better than to be jealous, but he couldn't help it. The feeling got even worse when you left with the boy, your eyes ghosting over the animatronic before the pair of you left. He watched as you embraced the boy outside the door, pressing a kiss to his cheek before heading your separate ways. Freddy felt his heart shatter.
“I saw it!” He insisted to Chica, his eyes wet with tears.
IncubusOh Keeper of night and moon,Incubus11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One who lies with me,
All wrapped up in this silken cocoon.
Oh dark master of my dreams,
I hear your voice calling,
As you traipse on silvery moon beams.
Oh tamer of my wild desires,
Your touch is compelling to the soul.
So draw me near as the candle expires.
Oh sweet Angel of damnation,
One who prompts me to sin,
Just holding you is an abomination.
Oh demented twisted soul,
I know that you're here,
To steal my purity to your own hell hole.
Oh incubus of moon and night,
Dawn is approaching near.
So devour my heart at first light.
Lucifer x Reader"Lucifer, I'm scared," _________ whispered, as she pressed her back further against the wall. "Where are you?"Lucifer x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"We're not going to hurt you," the demons taunted from down the hallway.
"We just wanna have a little fun, that's all darling," another screamed, its maniac laughter piercing ________'s ears.
She heard their footsteps fade away and let out a long so. She turned the corner and was met by the group of three demons, all licking their lips.
"You didn't think we would actually leave, did you?" The tallest one smiled darkly. He stroked her cheek before punching her down.
"Look at how weak she is," a younger one with blue eyes giggled. He jerked her to her feet without laying a finger on her.
"Pucker up sweetheart," the first one grinned, his hands climbing up her shirt. She resisted and he slapped her. He drew a dagger and held it to her neck. "Be a good girl for me." She tried to run and he lunged at her. He slashed at her face.
Suddenly he collapsed, his spine bent at an awkward a
Fanfiction: Fem!Shredder - Capitulo 3Fanfiction: Fem!Shredder - Capitulo 34 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
- Como Que Todavía No Lo Arreglan?! – pregunto Shredder enojado.
Habían pasado diez días desde que todo comenzó, su nuevo cuerpo había llegado por el error que los Krang prometieron arreglar, lamentablemente, el Krang siendo una raza científicamente avanzada y teniendo los medios para crear cosas, son un desastre a la hora de arreglarlas.
- El Krang pide lo conocido como disculpa al sujeto conocido como Shredder – dijo un Krangdroide al escuchar el grito de enojo de Shredder al decirle que la maquina estaba lejos de estar arreglada – Lo conocido como falla es mas grande de lo que el Krang había pensado – explico y Shredder dejo escapar un pesado suspiro de exasperación mientras que frente a él había un par de Krang’s golpeando la maquina con un par de llaves inglesas como intento por “arreglar” la maquina.
- Solo hagan las cosas rápido y arreglen esa cosa cuanto antes – aclaro agarr
RomanticistsDreamers often have it hard,Romanticists1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or so that's what I've been told,
for to survive the grasp of a dream,
one must be brightened and bold -
Torch in hand, hand on heart
to flicker a flaring flame
and allow desires to manifest
until they can be proclaimed.
Wings (Lucifer x reader)Wings (Lucifer x reader)Wings (Lucifer x reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You lounged on the motel room bed with your legs crossed at the ankles with a book in your hands. A knock on the door startled you making you drop the book as you leapt to your feet out of instinct but when you opened the door it was more of a shock. Standing on the other side was Lucifer, a concept that to anyone else would have terrifying but not to you considering you had been seeing each other for a while now. Lucifer was leaning against the doorframe with sweat rolling down his face plus he appeared to be breathing heavily.
“Lucifer, are you alright?” You asked him after looking him quickly up and down
“I…I just need…a place…to rest” Lucifer panted out as he pushed off the doorframe. You stepped aside as he moved to brush past you but swayed slightly in the doorway.
“Lucifer! Are you sure your alright?” You asked Lucifer as you placed a hand on his chest and another on his upper arm to steady him.
If I were your GodIf I were your God, I would make it rainIf I were your God10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vodka, so you’d be so drunk off life
That you’ll begin to realize that the only
Way to be saved is to save yourself.
I would switch Bible and Qurans,
Qurans and Torahs, So when you
Open them up in your hotel rooms,
You’ll realize words in a different language
Can be just as beautiful. I would
Give you broken wings. You’ll never
Be able to fly with them, but you’d start to see
That your purpose isn’t to fly in the sky,
You’re place is here, it’s now.
Le Nouveau DelugeLa terre est sèche sous nos pas. Les plantations sont mortes, cuites sur pied par le vent permanent, brûlant comme à la sortie d'un four. Le sol n'a même pas craquelé, il a cuit, transformant ce qui fut une belle terre arable riche et féconde en un sable grisâtre qui nous fouette le visage, nous forçant à plisser les yeux. Les trois jeeps sont à quelques centaines de mètres de distance, les outils de mesure brillant au soleil tandis que les hommes les déplient, échassiers d'aluminium et de verre qui ne feront que confirmer ce que nous pressentons déjà.Le Nouveau Deluge5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
C’est la fin. Il n'y a plus rien à sauver ici.
Dans notre jeep se trouve la fille d'un des scientifiques, une gamine décharnée aux yeux bien trop graves pour son âge. Il l’emmène partout avec lui depuis qu'il est veuf. Tant d'entre nous ont perdus des êtres chers. La faim, la soif, la maladie. Ce monde meurt, et nous avec.
Pee Before You Buy the Tree (Alternate Ending) Hi guys. The beginning of this story is the same as the other one. The new stuff is after the *****. Feel free to read the whole thing again or just skip to the ****. It was the only way I could figure out how to make an alternate ending without having to edit the original postPee Before You Buy the Tree (Alternate Ending)4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Niall strummed his guitar and frowned. “Guys what rhymes with purple?”
Louis turned a glass, purple, Christmas ornament in his hand looking for cracks. “Purple? Are you writing a song or are you just writing about what I’m doing?”
Niall strummed a few more harmonious chords. “I’m writing a love song.”
Louis looked from the purple ornament to Niall. “About Barney?”
Zayn took the ornament from Louis’ hands and laughed. “Even purple dinosaurs need some love.”
Niall sighed. “Guys c’mon I need help with this.”
Louis sighed as he inspected another ornament from the box. “Nothing rhymes with purple. You have t
ink.as we are...ink.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
demigods — or clockworks,
broken skin and paper-thin bones,
i don't know.
but please, let my fingers dance on
your painted skin — a ballet or even a corrosion.
an artist — a writer,
i am drawn by the ink.
let my fingers dance...
until the ink will seep in—
but not impure — or dying or thirsty of a cure.
not really, but the word taunts me.
dripping, shining — like shooting stars or lonely rain;
let the ink stain and
mix with the veins—
or paper bones or at least, fingertips.
well, here we are, and i don't know.
a writer or an artist—
as you are
ink, ink itself — i think.
Dear CannibalYou start to feel insaneDear Cannibal6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you eat people plain
There's never any shame
When you manage to escape blame
The taste of human never bores
When you drink it down with a Coors
Your life becomes a personal thriller
When you realize you're one hungry killer
~ Logical ~Attachment~ Logical ~9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I feel it?
Why am I connected to you?
It only hurts in the end!
But you spent time with me,
So I suppose it's only logical
I'd develop a bond to you
SaviourHang your wings upSaviour5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for me tonight
and tremble, frail
and pale as winter's skin
within my arms.
Be my stranger,
an undone deed
I can carry like a candle
or a verse
whose words are simple
and let me feel it flame
like a soft bandage on my wounds.
Be my damage,
an unhealed skirmish
so sore that sorrow wanders
like a buried child
and banish me to yesterday
and fill my cup
with all I've ruined.
Hang your wings up
for me tonight
and tumble, silent
and fragile as summer sin
within my arms
and be my savior -
one long last shudder
behind my eyes
where you never thought
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
GiftGift6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The other children said
he had crazy eyes
and made fun
of how his mother dressed him
and refused to understand
why he liked strange colors
and would not play
with his toys.
They could not get used to
the voices he heard,
or how he traced their faces
with his fingers
and pronounced them good
and were scared
of the way his hands made music
from plain air.
They misread his language
and thought he conjured demons
in the quiet glade
where no birds sang.
But the boy only shrugged
and smiled quietly to himself
at their puzzles.
he knew the gift of imperfection
its fierce magic
and how to catch beauty
and turn bad luck into an omen
and that different was a fine art
that would one day
save the world.
GlovesGloves6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her love is like
well worn gloves -
willow green soft
with supple fingers,
the tips taut
and splitting the cloth
textured like May,
urging me to peel back
the tight weave
and run my hands
under her fabric
and explore her seams.
with crevices like new milk,
bursting the stitches
where I run her threadbare
under my heart.