Masquerade Quicksilver x ReaderMasquerade Quicksilver x ReaderMasquerade Quicksilver x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Although she thought that she looked wonderful, (Y/n) sent a harsh glare at her friend, Ashley, who had insisted that she had to go to the Masquerade. (Y/n) had said that 'This is questionablee!', because who the hell throws a Masquerade anymore?! It's definately not France! Nor the 1800's! And it DEFINATELY was not the Phantom of the Opera! So why would someone do this? It was bound to have some perverts there trying to get into some woman's-or men's-pants. As the (h/c) girl adjusted her (f/c) mask with a fox-like form and silver accents, she looked at herself in the mirror. Gog, she did look fairly stunning. With a long (f/c) dress with accented rhinestones around the clevage area, a sparkly diamond necklace she had gotten for her 16th birthday, and a plain silver ring, she had to be impressed. Although Ashley lothed makeup- 'I hate makeup. With a passion. I LOTHE it.' -she was a fairly good makeup artist herself. She had done both of their ma
Love at 12345th Sight [chapter three]Love at 12345th Sight [chapter three]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Again none of the characters from RoTG belong to me..they belong to Dreamworks
What you saw is not a surprise at all.
Three kids about the age of seven or eight were covered in more coats than you could count. Two boys and a girl. The two kids looked so much a like you thought they were twins, but the girl on the other hand was definitely not related to them. The boys had brown curly hair-at least it looked like they had brown curly hair, with their hats on that was your best guess. The girl had blonde hair that was unevenly cut and covered half her face.
"Greetings, my minions!" (BF/n) welcomed, opening her arms.
"First of all," said one of the boys, the one with the blue hat.
"We are not your minions," concluded the other boy, the one with a red hat.
(BF/n) raised (his/her) eyebrow. "I think I might change our arrangement..."
The three of them jumped. "NO!"
Your best friend smiled. "That's what I thought. So, minions, where is the Frozen Shack?"
The girl stepped forward. "Our cand
Quicksilver x ReaderYou were a mutant with the power to stop and slow down time, but everything was still a bit new to you. Yet, it was easy for you to control your power. You just had to think about it, and it happened.Quicksilver x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You came from a good, but hard-working family. Your family wasn’t like the rich kids in your schools, but your family had enough money to get enough food, water, and a pretty decent house.
While everyone in school would talk about going to (fancy country) and (other fancy country), your idea of an awesome vacation would be going to a movie theatre and watching a movie with your friends or your family.
They’d always say, “Oh, (name), hi there! I’m going to (country). I hear there’s amazing food there. Anyway, I heard that (random classmate) isn’t going anywhere for vacation. Only poor people don’t have vacations going to (fancy continent). Anyway, where are you going?”
You knew about Robin Hood, who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. W
Jon Snow x Reader!Snow! You're just like meJon Snow x Reader!Snow! You're just like me1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
(h/c) = hair color
(e/c) = eyes color
(f/f) = favorite food
An illegitimate child, a small useless snowball. _____ Snow knew that she would never have the right in the slightest respect, and for that reason she never said that she was a daughter of the snow.
A day, her made an important decision, she was going to die, nobody worried about her, nobody have it would cry, the poor (h/c) with the (e/c) eyes was not made of illusion.
She looked at the sky, the sky was the last thing which she wanted to see. She liked the sky, it was the only thing which she liked except for the (f/f).
She was only as usual when she heard sounds of footsteps, she was afraid if it was men, they have it would rape she was there sure. She began running.
Instead of going away from men, she struck one of them, a guy about her age, she paniced and the boy have her reassured.
- Not problem! Not problem! My name is Jon Snow and I am heading for the Wall.
- You are... A snowball?
GravesDaddy, daddy, why are people oh so very coldGraves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't I have what they have, a teddy bear to hold
Something I can fall asleep on, somewhere i can stay
Some place where the roof above keeps us from skies so grey
Daddy, why can't we be one of those who have a home
Why were we the ones to walk the empty streets alone
Daddy, why won't anybody let us find a place
It is getting cold, I hate the look upon your face
Daddy, please don't fall upon the icy, frozen ground
Daddy, one day we will find a place, so safe and sound
Daddy, please don't die here, please, we'll find a place to stay
Daddy... please don't leave me here, just please don't die away.
Daddy, let me sit there as you know you can't be saved
Next to you as we both rest inside our lonely graves
Let us dream of somewhere warm and somewhere oh so sweet
Daddy, daddy, tell me.. why was everyone so mean?
I Asked Of ItI did not ask for itI Asked Of It2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It came to me in a swelling torrent
of effervescent vibrancy
blinding all which entered
to its hidden horrors.
However, that's a truth
I would come to learn
for I was not born wise
and was gifted with the curse
In my purity I a
French Braid (Peter Quill x Child! Reader)French Braid (Peter Quill x Child! Reader)French Braid (Peter Quill x Child! Reader)11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Peter!" A young voice rang out in the halls of the Milano. Peter was in the cockpit, doing some minor maintenance when he heard (y/n), a stowaway turned junior guardian or so Peter deemed her, calling out for him.
"I'm in here, squirt!" Peter yelled back, never looking up from his wire work as he heard your footsteps come closer and closer to his location.
"Peter!" You came in running, pausing in front of Peter as you tried to catch your breath.
"Is Rocket putting explosions in the ship's air ducts again? Because I'll-" Peter began before looking up from his work to find you a crying mess, your (h/c) hair a tangled mess, complete with knots and rat's nest, "What happen to your hair?"
"I tried to braid my own hair but I messed up," you explained through your sobs, "Then I asked Gamora to fix it and it got even worst!"
"You should have come to me first then," Peter chuckled, setting his tools down and wiping a few tears fro
(Gambit x Reader) Dance“Well, fancy meeting you here, chére.” Gambit’s low voice whispered in your ear and you jumped. You crossed your arms and turned to face him.(Gambit x Reader) Dance1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Of course I’m here; it’s Jean and Scotts wedding. We’re all here!” you gave him a playful glare and he held out a hand.
“Dance with me, chére. You’ve been sitting there watching all evening, and I’d be honored to have the most beautiful fille on my arm.”
“Well, with a line like that, how could I refuse?” You stood and took his hand. He led you to the dance floor and placed his other hand on your waist. The DJ was playing some overly romantic song, but the venue was out doors and the scenery was beautiful. The evening was warm and the air was sweet with the smell of flowers. The ceremony had been perfect; Jean had never looked more flawless (which was saying something), and by now everyone had had a few drinks. You and Remy began to sway together.
We see different starsWe see different starsWe see different stars1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While yours shine throughout
the darkness of your night,
light the way into your sky,
and hold your wishes til
they finally come true,
mine reflect in the murky filth
from which they can be seen
acting as disgusting mirrors
into a world which cannot be mine
Demons Are HuntingDemons Are Hunting3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sent to war
with no arms at all
Fight to live and die again
Surviving is unfair
Hell in you, Prayers of death
Keep your hope back inside
Full their lines, an endless fight
One more step to the other side
Left by friends, alone in line
Left in darkness, in the shine
Ordered chaos for the blind
Dream of Angels
Demons are hunting, their game
Sent to war
with no arms at all
Fight to live and die again
Surviving is unfair
Split in pieces, Prayers of death
Flow your scream to the sky
Traitors stray, an endless fight
Blow your dream, just deny
Left by Love, alone in line
Left to freeze, in the sunshine
Ordered chaos for the blind
Dream of Angels
Demons are hunting, their game.
First impressions - Avengers x ReaderFirst impressions - Avengers x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
First impressions - Avengers x Reader
All the Avengers made their way towards the main room where Fury had called them. It hadn't been a long time since the whole incident with Loki and everything had changed completely.
First of; Thor had returned to Earth after some time and not only that but he had also joined the Avengers, again, that strangely enough had remained a team.
Well, there were a lot of reasons. One of them being that Earth or just New York wouldn't stop being attacked by whatever evil power someone would think of. Hell there have even been attacks from vampires.
"IT'S TWILIGHT!!!" Tony had said in an all-too-dramatic voice tone.
Tony was the other reason that the Avengers where still together as a team. After things with Pepper had not gone so well she had decided to move to Europe to work there. Not that Tony minded, after all he was the one to propose the whole 'separate our ways' thing, yet leaving him alone which for Tony Stark was not usual at all.
Castiel x Reader: My Heart in Ink The Winchesters were never too fond of you keeping a diary--in fact, Dean reminded you every time he saw you writing in it not to put in specific details, like town names or people you and Team Free Will questioned during investigations. But while the Winchesters disliked the idea of you scrawling down the day's adventures (even though their father did nearly the exact same thing), at least one of your fellow comrades approved; Castiel, as it so happened, was fascinated by the concept.Castiel x Reader: My Heart in Ink1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"What's that?" he had asked one day in the middle of a conversation with Sam and Dean after noticing the gentle sound of your pen dancing across the paper.
You smiled to yourself and glanced up, meeting his eyes for a few seconds. "It's my heart in ink," you state proudly, as if the words were a secret club and only you were allowed to join.
"Cheesiest title ever," Dean muttered under his breath. Sam just rolled his eyes, and you weren't sure if the
England X Reader- ExistenceDisclaimer: I am certain I do not own Hetalia And, since my galactic takeover plan hasn't gotten anywhere yet, you still own yourself.England X Reader- Existence4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sun shone in through the window, causing you to smile softly. After all, it wasn't every day that the weather was so wonderful here in London. You looked around the modest hotel room you were staying in. Your suitcases were cluttering the floor and there were clothes, brushes, books and certain "unmentionables" strewn about the place.
As you got to work straightening up the room, you caught a glimpse of the calendar on your nightstand table. You frowned a bit at the date circled.
Two days You only had two days left in your vacation Then, you would be going back home.
It wasn't that you hated your home or anything. No, you just always felt sad when you had to leave England
The person, not the country
It had all started back when you were six years old. Your grandfather had been showing you pictures from his da
Deal - DoFP!Quicksilver x Reader“You, Pietro Maximoff, are a menace!” You say with a laugh as Pietro sets you down on the couch in his basement.Deal - DoFP!Quicksilver x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“And you, [First Name] [Last Name], are an enabler.” He responds, ruffling your [Hair Color] hair. You laugh and stick your tongue out at him, but you don’t deny it. Ever since you realized that Pietro was like you, the two of you have been wreaking havoc together.
Earlier that day, you had been using your power of light manipulation to make a laser pointer and target things for Pietro to take. It started out simple: A pencil on the floor, an eraser at the edge of a desk... but the stakes had slowly been raised. You didn’t think he would actually be daring enough to take something out of a person’s hand! Of course, he proved you wrong. By the time the teacher realized anything was amiss, Pietro had reappeared in his seat and tucked the chalk into his pocket.
Pietro tossed the stick of chalk ont
.we are one and the.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
same, that old willow and
me, we stand tall with the
scars that life gave us -
with the names of lovers
carved deep in our limbs,
and old burns from my
reticentno one seems to realizereticent5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't talk enough.
i could talk mountains
rivers and lakes
canyons and forges
i could talk cliffs
and you back from one
i could talk the way
tape screeches when
it is pulled apart
i could talk red skies
and bleed history
taste music and
i could breathe silence
and hold sound,
cup my ear to the streets
and hear the sea.
What is ten? Blue.We are the ephemeral entities of insecurity & we slide across tundra psyches like secrets, stealing slivers of ice from faraway prototype clouds. We trek over kingdoms of guts & steel to validate our alchemy; we climb to the peak of strife to witness the death of eternal life.What is ten? Blue.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The morning passes & we sit idle, watching the sun rise over the Atlantic Oceanthat infected gray eye that hides forever scarlet, flesh & bile under teardrops of minutes. We see its eyelid closing, perspiring lachrymose droplets of human spirit off onto the stoic shore. Leave it to two wayward saline molecules such as us to stay the same, as time ascends over matter & descends again under the weight of unsteady minutes. When adolescence bores us, we turn sinister, destroying worlds in the name of science. We scratch open time's skin, collecting samples of adrenaline & chaos, and subject it to our own selfish, anthropocentric manipulation.
You do the living while I do all the talking, and I don't mind, becau
Life (acrostic)Living in HellLife (acrostic)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to scream
For this is no life
End this, somehow, I must
Hubris.todayHubris.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than we're ever gonna
i. and we finally did it,
drove to the mountains
and let the mattress
under our love
under the stars
ii. there are things to
iii. my eyes sting like
chlorine, but from
I finally disappointed
the highest order of shame
iv. but you cannot put
people into pockets;
v. and I cannot choose
who I love
vi. your lenses are straight,
elite and proud
mine, open and accumulating
I should run away more often,
we never talk like this
viii. and you have to realise
that I live in a world
that you don't, and you
live in one I
ix. the respect is there,
but I cannot
Brontophobia - Sherlock x ReaderEverything was peaceful. The streets were buzzing with people and the sun was shining brightly and the strops of light shining into Baker Street.Brontophobia - Sherlock x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sat on the couch with our legs crossed underneath you. You were intrigued by a book on Sherlock shelf and had your nose stuck in it ever since you asked to read in that morning.
Sherlock was playing a beautifully well written symphony on his violin by the window, examining the passers by.
John stood in the kitchen brewing a new cup of tea for the three of you.
The peace and sunshine soon ended when the skies turned dark and the rays of light in the room vanished. The happy atmosphere grew bleak and miserable.
"Looks like the weatherman was right about the storm, for once." Sherlock muttered, precipitously ceasing his music.
You looked up from the book and looked out the window. You were hoping the storm was a lie and the weatherman had gotten it all wrong as per usual.
"Oh god no." You whispered. You were hoping the storm would pass quick
And everything remains unchangedIt was nothingAnd everything remains unchanged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing but a faint noise
A desperate attempt of my broken being
To pull itself together
The pieces are still scattered around
I can't put them back together
I couldn't even if I tried
I was a fool to think
That someone else could do it for me
In the end
Nothing has changed
In the end
I'll never be whole again
even in death, i will not find peacei lost my faith the wayeven in death, i will not find peace1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i lost my virginity -
clinging to a girl like she
was all i'd ever have,
bathed in darkness and shame.
it's been years since then,
but i want to lose my life
the same way.
no motion could raise me
from my coffin of sod and sorrow,
to pull me from my bed
of dirt and disgrace -
but i would wake up with
blood on my hands,
i would wake up with death
curled up like a dog at my feet,
resting with nothing
but the waning hope that
you ache for me with a fire
burning in your bones that
never ebbs, never relents.