OSometimes I think about buyingO2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMy lover has water running through her veins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
Bad HabitsS.Bad Habits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
SC - Hard CandyShe's not exactly one for sweets.SC - Hard Candy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't like caramels, or creams, or sugar of any kind. It's odd, she thinks, because she has a distinct memory of sitting on the floor of her parents' house, downing Pixi Stix and wearing dozens of Ring Pops, pretending that each came from a prince or a movie star or a millionaire; someone who was handsome and rich and would whisk her away to far-off destinations, where she'd be lavished with every single indulgence she desired.
She wonders when that changed.
She thinks she knows.
Coca-Cola makes her sick now. It's hazy and cloudy, but she can almost piece together why. She remembers sitting in a sleazy bar, twirling her fake ID between her fingers, feeling a strange sense of pride whenever it clacked up against her blood-red acrylics.
He was sweet too, she kind of remembers. She remembers he had a silky voice, and straight white teeth, and a charming way about him.
She remembers he bought her a Roy Rogers. She remembers how he strung her along fo
under the table and dreamingand its kind of like prideunder the table and dreaming5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting slack-jawed and wide-eyed
glittering admiration at you
and all you've done and all you've said
(and lived and breathed life into)
and i hide away
binoculars in hand
under the table
( i want to be like you )
HD- Puzzle PiecesI know that i'm in love with you, and I feel really bad for saying this, but I don't even remember what you look like.HD- Puzzle Pieces6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the basics: you had two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose. I can't remember what color your eyes were, or what hair style you had, but I do remember that you were tall.
And facial hair. I definitely remember that, because it tickled every time it grazed my cheeks.
But it's been... a week? Maybe two. Hell, I can't even remember when it was I last saw you, and it's driving me crazy. I can barely concentrate on everyday life because i'm trying to put together the pieces to this puzzle, but it's not easy.
All the pieces are blurry; a big collage of colors that are supposed to somehow make a face... your face.
I don't remember what your name was, or how tall you were, or even your age. Are you older then me? Younger maybe? It doesn't matter.
I might not be able to
.:all the time:.we have all the time in the world to do it.:all the time:.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the time in the world to act stupid and laugh loud and eat cheap sushi outside of starbucks
and meet up awkwardly
and make sexual inneundos at each other
and sing stupid songs and tell stupid stories and never feel like theyre stupid, never time wasted
and slap asses and try on stilettos
and feel so, so warm inside
and put on makeup and lip synch and bitch and be fabulous and everything
and joke about people and gossip and derpes
all in a cute box tied up with brown paper and twine
...because the pretty contents don't need to be in a pretty package...
antsYou think too small of us, little person.ants5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carrying loads far too big and far too heavy.
Like a mountain on an ant.
But you know, don't you?
Ants live in families too.
Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 3Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
Speeding off, you look back at the ranch. The purple shadow that you were fleeing from seemed to vanish into thin air. Relieved, you relaxed your muscles a bit. You turned back to face the front of the horse, and saw that you were going in the direction of Hyrule Castle Town.
Looking back at the boy with a questioning look, you asked him, "Where are we going?"
He calmly replied, "I think we should report the incident." You nodded,
"Right. By the way, my name is [y/n]."
"That's a nice name."
You smiled at his compliment, and let out a quiet murmur of thanks.
"I'm Link, and my horse's name is Epona."
Link pulled on Epona's reins, instructing her to slow down. Looking around, you realised something.
"Hey, Link, why are there no monsters anywhere?" Realising this, Link also had a quick glance around, and soon saw that you were right.
"I'm not sure... I'd assume that it has something to do with the purple glow from earlier," he suggested.
"Yeah, you're probably right," you nodded in agreeme
hey worthlessi don't know who you arehey worthless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i know you're desperate
black stains on a cracked sidewalk
walk away worthless
i don't need to know what you've done
to know it was stupid
you cant get far enough away
walk away worthless
stop acting like people care
stop being so cruel
stop acting like it's not your fault
walk away worthless
give it up worthless
it's not gonna come back
so walk away worthless
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.4Hetaloid!Canada x ReaderHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trying on spectacles seemed almost no different than trying on a new pair of jeans. Instead of revealing the new attire with a dramatic swish of a dressing curtain, it was the turn of his head and the swish of wavy blonde hair that preluded the reveal.
You had no idea there could be so many different kinds of glasses; sure, there were the different patterns for the earhooks and maybe different shapes, but there were just so many! In fact, each time he spun back around to you, he'd found a completely new variation. So many to choose from, how would someone decide on just one?
Each time Matthew turned to look at you with a new pair of specs balancing on his nose, he just made every one of them look good. Was it how he was choosing them? Did he just happen to find the ones that fit his face well?
Or perhaps you're wearing some rose-colored glasses of your own.
You had just been standing beside him the whole time next to the wall rack of gl
HD - wonderI wonder why I love you sometimes.HD - wonder5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thought always hits me in the quiet moments, you know, the ones in between talking and making out, and you yelling at me not to embarrass you in front of everyone. Those moments.
I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I could do better.
(no, never. there's nothing better than you)
You're kind of bland and boring-looking.
(and beautiful and amazing and everything I've ever wanted)
Kind of a dime-a-dozen, really...
(how are you even real? people like you only exist in fairy tales)
So, why do I need you all of a sudden? Wasn't I doing fine before you?
(I was living to meet you)
Why do I look forward to talking to you, to seeing you? Why do I worry when you don't respond to my texts fast enough? Lord knows I don't care when other people ignore the beeps...
(I didn't know there were so many ways you can say "fuck" and feel bad)
Maybe it's the way you worry about me; the anxious voice messages when I sleep through
HD - Morning InventorySo, I guess I'm kind of sort of in love with you.HD - Morning Inventory6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's weird how that happens, when you don't look for it and don't expect it. Then it like, sneaks up on you and follows you, like a fucking ninja or something.
But yeah, a weird thing happened this morning that I think I should tell you. It's kinda your fault anyway.
So when I woke up, I stretched, and yawned, ya know, all the basic stuff people do when they wake up. And then I did my quick inventory of myself. A guy like me with God knows what kind of lifestyle needs to be aware that he has both hands and kidneys every day.
So I counted, ten toes, ten fingers, two hands, two feet, both kidneys, I assume. No scars, at least none I can't remember. I didn't wake up in a dingy apartment (no dingier than mine at least) in a tub full of ice so I guess I'm good.
Happy with that, I scratched my chest, and then I thought 'where the fuck is my heart?' I could've sworn I went to bed with it, where did I leave it?
Then I remembered, I left it at y
rememberand it was colored with freedomremember6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
shades and tints and tones of yellows and reds and blues
turned upside down and inside out
and dangerously liking the new perspective
the world is falling all around him
and all he wants
is to forget
better.better6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
it's candy-colored neon lights
it's your favorite bubble gum
it's flowers opening and
it's heartstrings tying unbreakable knots
it's a thousand things clicking into place
and you honestly have to say
it's better this way
... i never needed words...
...they just help the feeling...
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.2Hetaloid!Canada x ReaderHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The windows from outside were almost completely frosted in snow and ice. Intricate little patterns weaved around the frame and served as an interesting barrier between the warmth of the small cafe and the chilly world outside. Inside, friends and family shared warming drinks, and lovers played gentle battles with their feet beneath the tables. Outside, though it was too foggy to see, folks scurried through newfallen snow while couples huddled together for warmth and an excuse for intimacy in public. That itself reminded you of someone back at home, and a small smile tucked the corners of your lips.
"So how've you been with your Canada model?"
The sudden turn of conversation found its way over and spotlighted on you, taking you by surprise as you nearly burned your tongue trying to gingerly sip at the (favorite hot beverage) in your hands. You quickly recooperated and stared at two of your friends sitting before you. You cleared your throat and b
HD- GuidingStrong arms wrapped tight around me.HD- Guiding5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pulling me close and telling everything will be okay.
Soft hands wipe away my tears.
Gentle kisses placed against my lips.
You'll away be here.
I'll never lose sight of you.
No matter how thick the fog.
Or deep the sea.
You are my guiding light.
Bringing me home.
Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 2Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
You back up against the tree trunk as much as you can and pull your sword out of its sheath. One of the creatures had already reached your branch. Slashing your sword at it, you manage to knock the skeletal creature out of the tree. Every time one got to your branch, you thrusted the sword at it, sending bones flying. Right as you were about to bring the blade down on one in front of you, an arrow hits it. In shock, you step back a bit and move your head to face the direction the arrow came from, and you saw a boy with golden hair who looked your age, clad in green. In his hand was a bow, and a quiver on his back. The boy skilfully reached for his back, pulled an arrow out of the quiver and fired it at the skeleton that was now on your branch. You gasped in awe and looked back at the creatures, one by one getting shot down. Arrows flied past your head like streaks of light. You didn't dare to move.
After all of the monsters were defeated, you jumped out of the tree and cautiously moved
Bride Of A MadMan 2p!England x Goth!Reader Part 3“What but Why?” I asked, looking shocked, as Oliver walked towards me with his eyes still swirling madly.Bride Of A MadMan 2p!England x Goth!Reader Part 31 year ago in Horror More Like This
“As I said before,” He replied, smiling insanely as he backed me up towards the wall and gripped his hands on my shoulders roughly.
“you are mine and no one but me can have you,”
His eyes stopped swirling as he eyes snapped back to normal. He looked at me and gasped in shock, running his fingers through his pink hair.
“I’ve gone mad, have I poppet,” he asked, as he got on his knees with tears close to coming down his face.
I looked at him with pity, as I kneeled to his level and hugged him closely. He stood surprised at my sudden embrace, but returned the embrace.
“No,” I said, rubbing his back to comfort him.
“I don’t think you’re mad. You just got carried away,”
We let go as Oliver took his hands into mine, looking at me in the eyes.
“Thank you, poppet,” He said, lovingly.
Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 11Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 112 years ago in Romance More Like This
A day or so had passed, and you were sprawled out on the roof with Skull Kid sitting next to you, staring into what you assumed was space. You stomach, apparently empty, made a loud noise comparable to that of a dying whale. The Skull Kid, still daydreaming or whatever it was that he was doing, didn't seem to notice.
You sat up and looked at him, "Skull Kid?"
He grunted his typical grunt in response.
Another grunt met your ears, annoying you somewhat.
"Do you expect me to sit here and starve-" He cut you off before you could finish.
"Yep, pretty much," he sniggered.
"This isn't funny! And when are you gonna turn Link back into Link?"
He made a grunt that seemed to have three syllables, which you assumed meant "I don't know."
You glared at him and stood up, heading to peer over the edge of the roof.
"Don't fall," he muttered. You weren't sure if it was because he didn't want you to die or if he didn't feel like using his magic.
"Yeah, I was totally thinking of jumping. I t
My Roux Knight (Scotland x Reader)My Roux Knight (Scotland x Reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My Roux Knight
(Scotland x Reader)
Contest entry for Hetaliatypists’ ‘Phobia’ contest. You’ll see what I picked if you read the story~! God this was fun to write…XD
Tell me in the comments what time frame you think this took place in, give me a date and whoever is closest gets cookies! THAT’S RIGHT! MIA’S HAVING A FREE BAKE SALE!
Song(s) to listen to: 'La Dispute' from The movie 'Amelie'
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes love, I’m positive.”
“B-but….I’m not sure!”
“Listen,” I watched as my friend, Alice, held a hand up to her mouth. “He’s traveled a great deal to get here, for you of course, at least try to appease him or something. He
Snowglobe Late November; one of the coldest in probably three years. All the leaves have abandoned the trees, the grass already dead, brown, and frankly, a little unhappy looking. Or at least, I think so. Yet, its still too green around here. Much too green for the way it feels out.Snowglobe6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I dont like the cold; the way it makes me feel numb and abandoned by the world. But today, I take it gratefully, wishing I felt as numb inside as I was out. Theres a large flurry, but nothing serious. Snow is never serious here. I mean it literally when I say that we had snow for a grand total of an hour last year. I feel, almost as if Im in a snow globe. Picturesque little green trees that refuse to die, snow swirling around relentlessly stinging me in the face. I sigh and the mist swirls around my face. Wonder who it is that keeps turning the world upside down to watch the snow come down; who watches me when the world isnt und
HTTYD: Choice, Part 1Warning: Girlslash and Boyslash upcoming (eventually).HTTYD: Choice, Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Three years after the events of the movie, Astrid makes a choice.
Astrid had been out of sorts lately.
She wasn't sure why. Nothing had really changed. Hiccup was still Hiccup, kind, intelligent, and awkwardly self-confident. Ruffnut was still vain, crazy, and wild. And the guys still teetered the line between being amusing and being annoying. The only thing that seemed to have changed was Astrid. It was confusing, and frustrating, and the only thing she knew was that she had to do something about it.
Of course Hiccup could tell. He bore the brunt of her bad moods, obviously. And he wanted to talk about it, had been trying to get her to increasingly often over the past few weeks. She always brushed him off, because how could you have a talk when you had no idea what to say? Well, he'd get his talk tod