Everlasting Snow: Chapter 56Everlasting Snow: Chapter 56 in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains MINOR spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
You have no idea what to do.
Another Nightmare manifests from the dark, joining its companion at the window.
You can’t let the Nightmares make it back to Pitch and tell him of the Guardians’ compromised statuses.
But you can’t call out to Jack or Sandy, not wanting to alert them, either.
Plus, calling out would confuse the living daylights out of Jack, doing who-knows-what-kind of damage to him.
So you just stand there, completely immobile, staring at the Nightmares’ dark forms hovering by the window. They begin to clop their hooves on the air.
They’re getting ready to leave.
Come on, turn around, you think, hoping that somehow the Guardian or winter spirit will hear your projected thoughts.
It seems to work.
Jack takes notice of the being closest to him and whirls around. The Nightmares nei
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 60Everlasting Snow: Chapter 60 in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
You slam into cold, hard metal, sharp decorative points on the boxes painfully digging into multiple parts of your flesh.
You aren’t given any time to recover whatsoever.
You quickly begin to slide down the pile, the slick boxes unable to stay in place with the extra weight and force of your impact.
You struggle to stay as close to the top as possible, not wanting to sink into the dark depths below. You grab onto the moving boxes as if they were rocks on a climbing wall, your feet constantly giving out from underneath you in your effort.
Thinking quickly, you scoop a few boxes aside, forming a makeshift ledge for you to perch on. With something of an empowering grunt, you leap up to the step that you have created for yourself, jamming the tops of your feet into the pile and standing securely on the boxes, the very things tha
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 54Everlasting Snow: Chapter 54 in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
You abruptly sit up in your bed, gasping for air.
Beads of cold sweat dot your forehead, dampening the roots and tips of your hair.
Your hand shaking vigorously, you switch on the light to chase away the dancing shadows of darkness. You take a quick survey of your room, searching for anything that is out of place.
All seems well.
You bring your knees up to your chest, hugging your legs as you attempt to stop trembling. You take long, deep breaths, closing your eyes in your effort to calm down.
It eventually works.
Your eyes half-open but not truly seeing anything, the images of your nightmare play back in your head, flashes of dismal memory slowly fading away with the on-come of your consciousness and the light.
There was you, and there was Jack. Once again, he was in his old clothes, his hair that chestn
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 57Everlasting Snow: Chapter 57 in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
You brace yourself for impact.
But it doesn’t come.
You feel something catch you, slowing down the pace of your fall. You slowly open your eyes, daring to relax.
The wind whirls around your feet and shins, providing a cushion between you and the hard ground.
It slowly sets you down, your feet softly making contact with the earthen floor.
It leaves your feet and swirls up and around you in a single, long, invisible line, making you giggle as your clothes dance slightly from the wind. You’re reminded of a cat’s tail wrapping around its owner’s leg as it purrs, longing to be pet and loved.
It leaves the rest of your body and rubs against your cheek, feeling very much like a delicate hand resting on your face in a final farewell. Then, it departs.
Thank you, you call after it, still smi
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 46Everlasting Snow: Chapter 46 in Romance More Like This
The Guardians all lift their heads, curiously staring at you.
“Please, just give me…one more day with him,” you plea, looking at each of them in turn.
After a quick consultation with the others, North returns to you. “We shall have to see how he is doing first.”
You nod and stand as he does.
Jangle bids you farewell as he rejoins the other elves.
You follow North through the building, trekking down long curving hallways, up a decorated stairwell or two—at which a white yeti with green eyes and a fire truck in its hands has to stand aside to let the group pass—and even through a couple of other rooms that just lead to more paths. It’s like the place is just asking to be explored, an adventure in itself. As if it was designed so even North wouldn’t know what was behind every door, always maintaining a sense of wonder and mystery. Despite that illusion, though, North didn’t get you guys lost, seemin
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 38Everlasting Snow: Chapter 38 in Romance More Like This
You finally exhale, the breath that had been trapped within you escaping past your lips to a long-awaited freedom.
At first, you’re not sure on what to say.
After months of knowing you, Jack just told you he loves you.
Jack Frost. A spirit. Immortal. The stuff of legends. In love. With you.
Your head is swimming.
But then something arises within you. A small, soft warmth. Like a single candle’s flame flickering brightly in a dark room filled with uncertainty.
Slowly, it grows, filling you and steadying your beating heart and racing mind. All other thoughts, all other feelings, are forgotten.
Just one remains.
You’ve never been surer of something in your life.
You smile warmly at Jack, who is staring at you, mouth slightly agape as he waits for you to say something, body stuck in the moment just after his confession.
“I love you too.”
He relaxes, unfurling the anxious fist that his staff-less hand had been in. A lo
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 52Everlasting Snow: Chapter 52 in Romance More Like This
The sleigh skids to a stop on the lake’s surface, the skis leaving long white marks on the ice.
Above you, the tired stars begin to fade as the first light of day breaks over the horizon, giving themselves over to sleep until the night returns to reign once again.
North scoops the limp Jack back up into his arms, and the three of you wordlessly disembark from the sleigh.
You follow North off the lake, trying hard not to fall on the slippery surface. You breathe a small sigh of relief as you step onto the snowy bank, then continue after North, forced to jog a little to keep up with his long strides.
He stops in front of a tall tree with a thick, sturdy trunk, its leaves and branches dusted with white snow. It’s quite a few yards from the lake’s edge, but its view goes uninterrupted by other foliage. He crouches down and sets Jack in front of it, sitting him down so his back is propped up against the trunk.
He really does look like he just nodded off, his head bowed, ar
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 31Everlasting Snow: Chapter 31 in Romance More Like This
Your heart is pounding.
You search around you for anything, anything, you can use to get yourself out of the metal cuff.
Or maybe break one of the strong chains.
Or somehow pry the stake out of the cage floor.
Anything to free you from your prison.
The entire time, you’re thinking of nothing but how badly you need to help Jack—to perhaps somehow warn him, or something—and prevent a catastrophe from befalling him.
Much to your dismay, you find absolutely nothing.
You rattle the cage out of frustration. The Nightmare neighs at you as if telling you to be quiet.
You slump down, your back to the cage wall. You’re desperate, panicking, worried beyond measure. You feel all sense of hope leave you, making you feel heavier than usual. You’re completely helpless, and you don’t like it.
Sandy…Tooth…Bunny…North…someone, ANYONE, please…help!
You close your eyes. The tips of your fingers find the small snowf
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 20Everlasting Snow: Chapter 20 in Romance More Like This
You have odd dreams that night.
At first, you don’t even dream at all. At least, not that you can remember.
Then you have good dreams. Dreams about snow and flying, dreams filled with wondrous adventure and things straight out of a storybook. You find yourself skating once again on the beautiful lake, alone save for the trees and snow.
But then you hear a crack.
Your dream-self screams as you fall into the ice-cold water. You try to swim back up to the surface, but find yourself only sinking further into its dark depths, the subzero water paralyzing you. You can’t hold your breath any longer. Your chest feels like it is collapsing on itself. Bubbles escape from your mouth as your lungs make a fruitless effort in their search for oxygen.
You hear Pitch’s low, dry laughter surround you.
Your vision is getting blurry. You still try to hold your breath to prevent more water from making its way into your lungs, hoping that maybe, just maybe, something will happen and you w
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 34Everlasting Snow: Chapter 34 in Romance More Like This
Warm, furry, feathery, and sandy.
You embrace each of the Guardians in turn, bidding them farewell.
You can see the worry behind each of their eyes, especially Tooth’s.
Jangle hugs the bottom of your leg, his stout arms almost too short to reach all the way around. You laugh and crouch down and pat his head, fearing that you’d squish the little guy if you were to actually return the hug.
You give a final wave as you follow Jack—your hand in his—outside into the arctic weather.
Just as you’re about to lift off, North runs out behind the two of you, yelling, “Wait wait wait!”
The two of you turn to face him.
After he recovers his breath, he holds out another snow globe in the palm of his hand.
“I hhhave better idea,” he says.
Jack holds up his hand, shaking his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. Fun as magic portals are, we don’t need that. Nothing’s going to happen to us on the way back, so you can stop worrying.”
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"About Prussia my homeland " There was a pause, his voice filled with a melancholy gloominess. "It doesn't exist anymore. After World War II it was dissolved."
" how in the hell does it make it your homeland when it hasn't existed for over sixty years?" You muttered with frustrated impatience.
Gilbert laughed nervously. " because I was born before it fell?"
that certainly had not been expected.
But if what Gilbert just said is true, then then I'm
"OH MY GOD I'M IN BED WITH A PEDOPHILIC WOLF GET THE FUCK OUT NOW GILBERT OR ELSE I WILL CASTRATE YOU WITH A RUBBER CHICKEN!!!"
"OW! GOTTVERDAMMT, STOP HITTING ME WHEN IWHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING THAT FRYING PAN?!"
"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OOOOOUUUUT!!!"
Needless to sa
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Gilbert seemed to take your silence to his advantage. Suddenly both his hands were cupping your cheeks, pulling your face closer as his leaned in. For one tense moment there was nothing but a couple centimeters of air between both of your lips.
"Ich liebe dich, (name). Ich liebe dich."
And then those centimeters of air were gone and replaced with Gilbert's smooth and confident mouth, and it felt like the entire universe had suddenly exploded.
Shock raced through your veins like mercury, making your limbs feel heavy and your eyes slowly slide shut. Your head tilted slightly, hands quivering as they grasped Gilbert's forearms for support. A small sound emitted from your lips, a somewhat squeak muffled by the barrier of his own meetings yours, and all you could think about was how perfect the moment felt.
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You pulled back, smiling serenely as you surveyed your work. Gilbert shakily lifted his head and stared at you, eyes wide with nothing but disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak, clearing his throat a few times and swallowing, before finally saying in a trembling, astonished tone, "(Name), you're...a...C-Caster...?"
And then it happened.
The power was suddenly gone, back to wherever the strange place it had come from, and your legs buckled from underneath you. The pain was back in your shoulder, blazing up once again in a throbbing, aching tremor. The last thing you heard was Gilbert's distressed cry of "(N-NAME)!!! Hold on...!"
And then you heard and sensed no more.
A familiar darkness surrounded you once more.
The shadows that seemed to be alive--like the shadows that you had seemingly s
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Gilbert's instincts were telling him to get the hell out of the way before the wolfish monster's paw slammed into his side and set his fur on fire. Yet, he could do nothing but gaze into the vacant (e/c) eyes of the creature, his muscles bunching and coiling as his body urged him on to just run.
"Bruder, get out of the way!"
Something slammed into Gilbert's side, but it wasn't a flaming monstrous paw.
Gilbert yelped in shock as he was propelled a good few feet away, the fur on his back prickling as the heat of the fires became alarmingly close. Instantly he was back on all fours, his upper lip curled in a snarl and fangs bared as his crimson eyes scanned the area. They widened when standing before him was a familiar smelling wolf with black fur and eyes as icy as the northern seas, his entire body rippling with muscles poised for a fight.
The white wolf blinked rapidly, before his tail began to wag to and fro and a g
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After you had successfully bludgeoned the holy hell out of the now human and naked Gilbert with your trusty skillet, you had managed to calm down long enough to take a look in your bag to see if you had remembered to put any men's clothing in it just in case. Luckily either your brain had been working or Elizabeta or Ludwig had done it, because folded up neatly was a white shirt, black pants, boxers, socks, and a pair of shoes. You hastily tossed the set to the Prussian behind you, pointing behind a tree and saying stiffly, "Go change. Now."
Gilbert grumbled and you heard shuffling, presumably him making his way to the back of the tree. "Fine, but you know you've been waiting to see the awesomeness that is the human me in person for a long time, (name)..."
...so maybe you had been, but it wasn't like you were going to admit it to him.
"Just change, Gilbert," you muttered in exasperation, shaking your head.
It was silent as he pul
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Ludwig could not help but sigh as he watched Elizabeta and Vladimir argue for what was probably the fifth time today. The two mates were bristling and snarling, and not even in their wolf forms. It really was not much of a surprise, however—after all, their opposing natures were what had at last attracted the two of them together, and had made them realize they were one another's life mates.
As the bickering couple stormed off somewhere into the backyard of the dog rescue center, Ludwig turned his attention to the three remaining pack members, who were casually eating lunch on the porch. Lily was smiling like usual, and Vash was, of course, giving his sandwich a scowl—most likely saying something along the lines of, "It tastes like sandwich." Roderich on the other hand was watching the disappearing couple with a hopeless gaze, his eyes distant and distraught.
Ludwig couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he shook a few leaves of
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The air was becoming colder.
Though, the term "cold" was more like an old friend in these northern lands. Winter was a constant companion for miles upon miles—a bitter wind was almost always nipping at a traveler's nose, snowflakes added to the layers of white innocence in a thick blanket at least every three days, and ice forming crystalline patterns on the trunks of dying trees was more common than the waters of the river that ran past the village truly flowing through the land instead of being frozen in time.
The people of the village had lived in the lands long enough to know when winter's true nature was fast approaching. The days were even shorter; nights more dark and treacherous, where the simple notion of not wearing boots to bed could make a man wake up in the morning with frostbite. It was a small village, one full of superstition and lore, as well as brutal hunters determined to f
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human body. it only takes one good
squeeze and your neck can snap as
easily as a twig.
once, when i was at the grocery
store, i came across a crate of
peaches. they were on sale because
every single one was bruised and it
made me think, "we're all just pieces of fruit
left to rot. as soon as we've been dropped on the
floor, no one wants to help us back up."
i've forgotten how to think in poetics.
three months ago i would have
compared people to roses. pretty little petals
that can be crushed with just
one little pinch and thorny stems that
whisper "don't touch me."
i think we're more like
together like suffocating sardines in tiny
wooden boxes decorated with red
paint announcing across the sides
"danger: this side up."
Let It Snow [Jack Frost x Reader]You stared at the thermometer on the wall across from you in dismay as sweat dripped down the contours of your face, over the swell of your nose and falling down into the carpet. The red bar was all the way up to a whopping 98 degrees Fahrenheit, or about 36 degrees Celsius—and it certainly was obvious with the air conditioning in your house being broken. Of course, the fact that said house always had something wrong with it and why your father had decided to drag your family out in the middle of nowhere was still a question you pondered about seven months after the move.Let It Snow [Jack Frost x Reader] in Romance More Like This
Wiping more beads of sweat from your flushed skin, (h/c) sticking to your forehead in damp clumps, you gave a small groan and fell back onto the couch in defeat. A fairly nasty heat wave had decided to stop by your area now that it was the middle of summer, correlating just perfectly with the sudden malfunctioning of your house's air conditioning. What made the situation even more lovely was the fact that your p
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Whoever had invented the idea in terms of it being a "fun way to pass the time" was a complete and utter idiot.
Stumbling around on the surface of a frozen lake on too-tight for comfort ice skates that squeezed and pinched your feet in the most uncomfortable way as you waddled around like a penguin was not your idea of fun. It was the complete opposite. It was horrendous, absolutely exhausting, humiliating, and just completely and utterly a waste of your valuable time.
Then again, being that you had moved out to the middle of nowhere right when winter had decided to kick in, it wasn't like you had anything better to do.
You sighed as you plopped down on the lake's edge, which was covered with a thick blanket of snow, and stretched out your aching feet with a groan. Your name was (first name) (last name), and your father had decided out of the blue to move your family out into the old farmhouse his best friend had grown up in many years ago, just for a more…rustic ap
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You gasped as you woke up, nightmares of your captivity behind black bars still haunting you even as you left that place. The sleigh must have landed, for you were now laying in a large bed with a golden headboard and footboard. Large red and gold pillows surrounded your head, though only one was under where your head had been, a soft imprint where you had left it. A heavy quilt made of a patchwork of reds and greens.
Glancing around at the cozy-looking room, you found yourself unsure of what to do. Part of you wanted to get up and try to find Jack and the others, while the other part of you argued to just snuggle back in under the quilt and go back to sleep. Your dilemma was solved, however, when Jack walked in.
“Hey,” he said with an easy grin, “How’d you sleep?”
Smiling back up at him, you shrugged. “Alright, I guess.”
Jack chuckled a bit, a noise you were happy to hear after so long. “You
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He was back, but of course it wasn’t the right ‘he’.
You stayed up that night, terrified of the prospect of nightmares caused at the hands of Pitch Black. What you didn’t realize is that nightmares become real while you are awake. The shadows in the corner of your room seemed denser than usual, and you watched as they formed the lean and frightening shape of the Boogieman.
“Still alone?” he hummed in that mocking voice of his, “I’d have thought your little playmate would be back by now.”
Swallowing down your external fear, you cringed away from the man. “You should know,” you spat, “He’s after you.”
Pitch’s lips curled up in a sinister smirk. “But if he really cared about you wouldn’t he be here to protect you?” He left the question hanging in the air, smirk growing when he saw you had no answer for him. “Do you really believe th
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You woke up in a bed. Warm blankets were wrapped tightly around you and you hiked up the quilts, about to doze off again, when you noticed the fine quality of the blankets. Yours at home were made of scratchy, stuffy wool, but these were made of something softer. Like cotton, but thicker.
A door to your right opened and you squeezed your eyes shut, feigning sleep as whoever stood in the hall made their way into your room. You felt gentle hands brush the sweaty hairs off of your forehead and unravel what felt like bandages from your head. The same hands pressed warm water to your temples, wiping something stubborn off.
When the hands left again you cracked your eyes open and looked at the damp rags that were stained red with fresh blood. Anger flooded into your veins, the damn pirate had made you bleed!
Your nails dug into your palms, cutting the tender flesh, as you tried to restrain your anger. The large figure loomed back into your line of sight
Sweet Songbird: Part 2 (PrussiaxReader)Sweet Songbird: Part 2Sweet Songbird: Part 2 (PrussiaxReader) in Romance More Like This
Your reintroduction to Gilbert was nearly two months ago and you were happily living with him. Since you didn't have a job but you didn't want to be a freeloader, you cooked and cleaned while he was at work. You were like the perfect housewife. You blushed at the thought and continued cooking dinner for that night. Placing tonight's dessert, stollen, in the oven you set the timer. There was nothing left to do. The beef stroganoff was sitting on the stove with a lid on the pot, keeping the heat in. Gilbert would be home any minute. And just as you were washing your hands, you heard the door click open.
But it wasn't Gilbert.
"Bruder?" the voice called out into the house, "Hallo? Gilbert?"
You stepped into the entryway, allowing the man to see you as well as you to see him. "Um, Gilbert will be home soon, who are you?" you asked the tall blonde man, your head tilted a bit to the side.
The man blushed a
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Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety
When Gilbert did arrive, you were sitting on your couch like nothing had happened. He burst through the door, red eyes wide and coated in frantic worry.
"Hey Gil," you said from the sofa, lazily waving a hand in the air. The red-eyed German stood frozen in your doorway for a moment, shocked.
Finally moving again, the man quickly changed his whole demeanor back to his usual obnoxious self. "What's up?" he asked, voice back to normal levels.
Your eyes stayed glued to the television in front of you. "Not much," you muttered as you felt him sit next to you, "just watching TV."
The two of you sat in silence and watched the show until it ended, then a quiet click was heard as Gilbert shut off the TV. You looked at him, curious as to why he would cut the power. He was staring at you, expression solemn and serious. Which, in all honesty, scared you.
Gently, he took your hands in his and brought them in between the tw
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Gift for Taegeye
You had never dreamt of leaving your little home on a forested island. It wasn’t that you didn’t was to go experience things other than the normal day-to-day events that occurred on the island, it was simply because you didn’t know that there was anything else to experience. You were alone on your never-changing island, frozen in time. There was no memories of before the island, nor were there dreams of anything happening after it. Of course, you knew you weren’t born on the island, as you vocalized to whatever birds would sit by and listen, you didn’t know how you came to be. You just were.
Of course, that all changed in due time. Not by your own actions, but by the events that occurred after a strange ship of sorts crashed from the sky onto your little island.
(E/c) eyes widening, you threw off your blankets and tore your gaze from your bedroom window in favor of running out onto the beach. Tu
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"My mother," you tried to absorb everything that just happened, "wants to meet you?"
Jack was cheerily oblivious. "Yep!" he told you with a grin, "She seems like a very nice person."
You shot him a withering glare, then threw your head back, rubbing your eyes with a hand. "Nice, right."
Suddenly he was very wary of the situation. "Why? Is she not?"
"Oh no, she's an amazing woman. Best mother ever," you paused before continuing, "She's just- very involved."
His blue eyes widened, "How do you mean?"
Rubbing your temples, you looked at him, "Well-"
The doorbell rang and Jack smiled sheepishly at you, "She said she was dropping by."
Frantically, you stumbled to the door, slipping on a patch of ice but catching yourself on the doorknob just as your mother was turning it. She pushed the door open a crack before your weight stopped her.
A nervous laugh left your lips, "Hey mom! Just a moment, k?"
Slamming the door shut, your (e/c) eyes darted arou
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It was strange, you recalled, laying against Jack's chest, to think of the way you came to live with the not quite human. He had tricked you, and you had tricked him. And kissing you was only the beginning.
The two of you parted, a stubborn blush evident on his pale face. His dark brows were furrowed with determination. "Please don't leave."
This shocked you. Sure, you didn't know the guy, but he didn't seem like one to beg. "A-alright," you said nervously, hoping that he'd stop acting so randomly so that you'd know how to deal with him.
A bright grin lit his face, "Awesome!" You smiled too, but your teeth chattered in sudden realization of the cold in the ice cave. You rubbed your hands up and down your chilled arms, but that didn't help much. Jack looked sympathetic for a moment, before hope sparked in his pale blue eyes. "I have an deal for you! An actual one this time, not like before."
And so, Jack Frost came home with you. Pr
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Request for OffTempoPianist
You glanced up from your phone’s screen as you saw more people walking towards you on the beach. With a wide grin, you stood and began walking over to the group of five.
“Hey guys,” you told them with a smile, “I’m glad someone decided to show up.”
Tino smiled at you, the short man hardly eye-level with you, and gave you a tight hug, “I’m sure the others will come soon.”
Pulling away, you nodded at Berwald as Tino returned to his side, loosely clutching onto the larger man’s hand. Pressing your lips together, you tried not to grin too widely as you saw Matthias pouting at you.
“I didn’t get the first hug?” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.
Smiling broadly, you turned your back to the group and walked back to your little chair next to the fire pit. “Nope.”
You heard someone slipping through the sand as they began run
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They were chasing you.
Nothing else passed through your mind other than to run.
Your footsteps were heavy and your breathing was ragged.
They would catch you.
So, you stopped.
Turning to face them, you saw it was only one man.
The Black Reaper.
Crossing your arms defensively over your face, you prepared yourself for death.
You heard the air around you move as he jumped behind you.
There was a sharp pain in your neck, then everything was black.
No, everything was darker than black.
Groaning, you sat up and rubbed the back of your neck.
"What happened last night?" you moaned to yourself, wallowing in self-pity.
Another voice to your right caused you to jump.
The man who spoke was about your age in a white button down shirt and black slacks. He smiled, "I have no idea. I just found you by the river."
Your (e/c) eyes narrowed and your hand instinctively rose to your coll
Overcoming Fear- EnglandxReaderAmerica sprinted back into the room where he heard a blood curdling scream. It sounded like his friend, _________, who was visiting him today. Sure enough, when he walked into the room, he found __________ curled up in a ball, eyes clenched shut and hands on her ears.Overcoming Fear- EnglandxReader in Romance More Like This
"__________? What's wrong? "
_________ kept her ears covered, so she couldn't hear him. He reached down and pulled her hands away. When she did, her attention turned to the TV and she screamed, closing her eyes and shaking like a wet dog attempting to dry itself off.
"T-that thing!" She cried, pointing to the TV
America's attention turned to the TV and he looked confused.
"Zorak? I mean sure, he's kind of a douche, but…"
"N-no… the other one…"
"…You mean, Brak?"
_________ shuddered at even the sound of his name before nodding her head. "Y-yeah…"
America burst out into a huge fit of laughter. "A-ha-ha! Dude, are you serious right now? Haven't you seen space ghost?! He's totally harmless!"
"I know that, stupid! But I
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I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
RegretRegret.Regret in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It seems to be a bit of a big factor in my life right now, both in my own personal life and the life of those close to me.
In fact, it seems a factor in everyone’s lives. It’s almost like, a rite of passage. A test to prove you’re alive.
I’ve definitely had my share of regretful moments (in fact, I’d argue I’ve had more than my fair share). They knock me down a peg, which is good, because I get the feeling if I had much self- worth I would be a bitch . My most humbling experiences come from my love life, however.
Now, before you go thinking this is just another piece of teenage angst where I talk about how poorly I was treated or how poorly I treated my significant others… well it’s not. Truth is we’re both to blame in all cases. They were selfish jerks who were insensitive to my lack of experience in the dating area (and two of them didn’t have much experience themselves), and I suffered from a
Hetalia 7 minutes in heaven introNow this was a damn shame.Hetalia 7 minutes in heaven intro in Romance More Like This
Here you were, in a house full of grown ass men (and a few women because you refused to go to... Whatever the hell this was, if it was just gonna be a sausage fest), coming to some kind of consensus on playing perhaps one of the dumbest, middle-school aged game ever created.
7 minutes in heaven.
Someone please, kill me you mentally begged. Not that there wasn't a certain guy you had your eye on here... But this was stupid...
Seeing your despair, Alfred popped up behind you and patted you on the back.
"Come on, ______! It'll be fun!"
"Maybe if I was like, 14. At our age, it's kind of silly."
(insert best friend's name here) then appeared by your shoulder)
"But you could end up getting-"
You covered her mouth. "Don't say it!" you threatened, then removed your hand.
"Pfft. As if it isn't already obvious." she teased.
"Oh, so ______ has a crush?" Alfred asked. He tended to state the obvious. "You know, everyone else is on board... You wouldn'
Not that hated- AmericaxReaderThis was starting to get weird.Not that hated- AmericaxReader in Romance More Like This
For ten consecutive times in a row, Alfred F. Jones, the personification of America himself, missed out on a social gathering.
Well okay, admittedly, social gathering probably sounds a bit too formal. The other countries weren't having meetings (which he was also frequenting less often); they were just having fun. Going swimming, getting drunk, partying...I thought he'd at least come to the parties. If anyone likes parties, I assured myself, it's America
But I was wrong.
Two things kept me from exploring this any further until now, however.
1. Guilt, as I'd only noticed his absence about the 5th time around.
2. I still saw him at the meetings, even if it wasn't as often, which let me know that he was at least okay.
But even during the meetings, it was like he was a different person. He didn't take charge of the meetings like he used to, spewing his hilariously ridiculous ideas about whatever.
Something was wrong, very wrong.
InsomniaNow, now, all of you. It’s late.Insomnia in Short Stories More Like This
Mind, stop wandering all over creation; you can only juggle so many things at once.
Neck, stop whining; sometimes, life puts us in uncomfortable positions and you just have to accept that.
Nose, I’m worried about you. You’ve been stuffed up and shut off from everything all evening… In the morning, I want you to open up more.
And, you, heart, would do well to be quiet every once in a while; especially at this late hour. No one wants to hear about your newest anime crush at 1:00 am.
Extremities, calm yourselves. Stop all your nervous fidgeting; it’s very distracting. That goes double for you, fingers and legs.
…Are you even listening?
Ugh. Of course not. You can’t be all ears, I suppose…
But honestly... No, stop that! Settle down!
I implore you; no, I’m begging you.
Still a better love story- RomaniaxReaderStill a better love story- RomaniaxReader in Romance More Like This
Okay, just incase the pic and title didn't make this clear enough, this story contains some twilight bashing. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. GOT IT?!
On to the story!
"Come on, ________!" Your best friend (bff's name) begged for the umpteenth time. "Just give it a chance!"
"No!" You replied, for the umpteenth time.
"But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" She whined.
"The premise of the book is just asinine. Vampires are supposed to be feared, not made into the object of several horny teenage girls' - and a few moms'- affections!"
In case it wasn't apparent already, the subject of your current argument (the only argument you two were having lately) was the infamous Twilight series. Your friend wanted nothing more than for you to share in the joy of the series with her, but you were just not interested. It wasn't like you hated it or anything, it just didn't appeal to you.
" You're being so unfair, _______. How can you say you don't like it when you haven't even g
Tattoo Englandxreader"♪ Hey hey Daddy, could I have some rum?Tattoo Englandxreader in Humor More Like This
Hey hey Mummy, hey hey mummy
It doesn't matter what I do, I never forget
The taste of pudding we had long ago in my head!
Draw a circle, that's the earth.
Draw a circle, that's the earth
Draw a circle, that's the...♪ Hey!" I whined, annoyed someone had pulled out my earphones.
"W-what are you listening to?!" demanded a familiar British voice. I smirked.
"Why, I'm listening to you, Artie." I responded coyly.
His face turned bright red. He's so easy to rile up! I thought.
"W-well knock it off!" he told me, clearly getting more flustered.
"Awww, but why?" I pouted.
"Because it's embarrassing! You of all people should know what it's like to have embarrassing stuff of you on YouTube."
Heheh... Why haven't I taken that stuff down? I shook my head.
"T-that's different! You're actually really good!"
Cue England's face reaching tomato red coloring.
"Y-you really think so?"
"Yeah man! You could be on like, X-factor or Britain's g
Connection- CanadaxReaderMatthew and I have one of those connections.Connection- CanadaxReader in Romance More Like This
I'm not sure why; I guess it's because we're both so shy and so we don't say much.
It's alright though; between the two of us, we don't need to say much. We just kind of look at each other and know what the other is thinking.
So we have a lot of conversations that I guess someone on the outside would call telepathic. It's not accurate, but it's the best way I could describe it.
One day, Matthew came over to my house and saw me surfing the web.
"Hey, _______. What are you looking up?" he asked.
No telepathy yet, but give it a sec.
"The northern lights." I told him simply.
Still not there.
"Oh." he replied.
"Yeah. You know, one time I actually saw them from my own house. I could only see green, but it was such a beautiful, rare experience that I never forgot it."
Almost there people. Be patient.
He smiled. "That sounds really nice." he told me. So what you're saying is you'd like to see it again.
I smiled back. "Yeah."
Weak spots- EnglandxReaderToday was turning out to very boring for Arthur. Even with his usually entertaining girlfriend ___________ over, this day was turning out to be boring.Weak spots- EnglandxReader in Romance More Like This
Of course, perhaps if said girlfriend was paying more attention to him rather than… whatever the hell she was looking at on her laptop, that might help things a little bit.
"Remind me why I invited you over again?" He asked, annoyed.
"You tell me." Was your oh-so-concerned reply.
An anime vein popped on Arthur's head and he growled. "Gee, I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend. You know, without her laptop?"
You groaned and rolled your eyes, which didn't leave the computer screen. "Look, I promise I'll give you my full attention in just a few minutes, okay? I just wanna finish reading this comic."
"You're ignoring me to read a webcomic?"
"Hey, you've ignored me to read books. In fact, why don't you go read one now?"
Arthur was not having this, not in his own home. You were going to give him your full at
City of Glass Extra Scene"My dear friend," a familiar voice spoke aloud from behind Tessa Herondale. She turned slightly making her delicate brown curls move to the side, and smiled as she watched her old friend stride over. His cloaks still draped up and around him dramatically just the way he liked it, his own outfit shirt and all setting himself out of the crowd just like he always did centuries ago. He smiled back with a grin full of memories, a small clear wine glass resting in his hand, a blue liquid gleaming inside of it swishing around like water,City of Glass Extra Scene in General Fiction More Like This
“Magnus Bane, I’m guessing you just might have something to do with this battle and celebration?” she whispered to him. His smile only grew and soon they were face to face like the old friends they’d been for so long. Tessa had seen him 20 years before and yet it still seemed to sting to look back on the nightmare plagued nights in his home in which he’d soothed her, and the long yearning days, the loneliness she’d felt all
Melody, Oh My Dear Lovego awayMelody, Oh My Dear Love in General Fiction More Like This
stay away from me,
I'm a monster
a chained spirit
wanting to be let free,
I feel like I'm falling
and oh how I want to be caught,
to the man in the moon above
thanks for making my light not so easily bought,
let me go
set me free,
the darkness is coming
and I'm scared it's not gonna let me be,
it's consuming my heart
and cursing my soul,
it's drenching my light
and taking me part by part and whole by whole,
the world is crumbling
and everyone's gone,
but one person's still standing
one still believes I belong,
his hair is white as snow
and his heart is pure as ice,
he makes me smile and laugh
because he still believes I can be nice,
that first time
that he called my name,
i had felt the loneliness run
and the happiness came,
years passed on by
all to be broken
after a snowball was threw,
the hate the anger
consumed my soul,
the loneliness coming back
worse and more full,
the tears would run
and the pain would stay,
i would ache for his voice
and hope he
Becoming a Guardian Chapter 4I can't take it anymore, being called dangerous, cold. Melody thought to herself. She'd been sitting out in the snow, too angry to speak. Why can't the walking icicle just mind his own buisness! Every time I begin to think we're friends again, it only ends up turning into a big fight. Melody closed her eyes and wished that something would just take her away.Becoming a Guardian Chapter 4 in General Fiction More Like This
She didn't care anymore, she was to lonely to care. Melody felt a deep pain inside of her, but not like when she got scratched, or was pelted with snowballs. No instead, it was something inside of her heart, and like so many other times, Melody felt truly alone.
"Why?" she whispered solemnly, "Why of all people did you have to choose me? I've tried everything I can, but no one sees me, even knows me!" she pleaded, now shouting at the moon. She was boiling now and began to throw snow into the air, and hot tears streamed down her face.
She didn't want to be lonely, to be so mean. She wanted the kids to see her, to believe in her. But
Becoming a Guardian Chapter 3Melody arose from her unexpected slumber, and looked around to see she was on the ground, lights off, in one of North's toy rooms. She had a warm golden blanket and pillow, and suddenly felt angry at the memory of Jack's cruel harsh words. She looked over and saw the motionless body of Jack lying on the other side of the room.Becoming a Guardian Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
She had a half a mind to sing a pain spell into the boy's ear, but thought better of it as she stood up slowly, trying hard not to wake him. She heard whispers from the other room and she looked through a slight crack in the door to see the 4 Guardians quarreling amongst each other.
"Mate, I'm telling you! She's dangerous!" Bunnymund hissed. There talking about me, Melody thought.
"I fail to see how that young girl is dangerous in any way!" North spit back. Bunny's ears bent down in anger, and his fists slammed on the large table that luckily separated them.
"Guys calm down! We all know we need to tell her why she is hear. After all, MiM did pick her." Tooth reas
Twists and TurnsI look ahead and catch his gaze. I go to glance away, but his eyes won't, they just stare into mine, relentless. This hadn't ever happened before. Usually it was just a quick glance, but now its like he's daring me to carry on looking. I don't even bother trying not to and continue staring, feeling suddenly intimidated. He tips up his strong jaw and makes a strange stir rustle in my gut. I hate him so much. I raise one eyebrow, knowing how stupid I must look. This is detention, not regular classes where staring is basically expected in the 40 minutes of boredom that follows every lesson. And yet, we're ensued in a staring war, neither of us undignified enough to look away first. Stubbornness can make things so difficult sometimes.Twists and Turns in Settings More Like This
The teacher suddenly leaves the room, warning us before stepping out the door and into the forbidden grounds of freedom. I feel the tension in the air build up, smelling slightly of tangerine. Its just him and I now, alone in an unlocked room for t
Never Let me GoThe Ice Center was closed, it's windows and benches left dormant for the Midnight of the summer solstice. At this time most at the peak of adolescence were either sleeping, or fool heartedly giving their souls to the rays of the moon at the midnight of a warm summer night. Outside the world was quiet, the wind soft and gentle, carrying with it it's lulling beauty of the crisp evening air. Yes, outside the world was restful after a long day's work of warmth and laughter, for some that it. Not a sound was heard, the world for once filled with the beauty of silence that so rarely ever sang, that is until a young girl walked into the Ice Center with a quiet determination. Her hair was a radiant red, the fire rippling through her hair like the wave of a flame, as if if you touched it you would burn away. Alone, the girl nimbly found the key she'd so easily found that was hidden in the gutter in emergency situations for the employees, and unlocked the door. Her heart was scored with the painNever Let me Go in Romance More Like This
Thank You MoonDarkness, darknessThank You Moon in General Fiction More Like This
like an endless noise,
Their is no light
and my heart starts to beat with it's own voice,
my head darts around
in hope for some light,
but the only thing I seem to find
is the silence at night,
my breathes come in fast
and my body begins to shake,
anyone around would've known
this was not just a fake,
I'm scared beyond wits
and I'm afraid of the shadows,
their hands long and wanting
greedy for me to follow,
I pull up my blanket
like some kind of shield,
and think that if I hold up this cloth
a great power I will wield,
I can see them right now
calling my name,
their cheering it on
as if I'm trying to be tamed,
I look around again
hoping for some light,
when my eyes behold something
something bright in the night,
the moon shining brighter
in all it's glory,
and I close my eyes
and listen as it tells it's story,
the moonbeams so bright
that I must squint my eyes,
and finally the moon molds out
and gleams with great pride,
it's crescent shape smiling
giving me great war
Song of the SnowThe beauty of musicSong of the Snow in Romance More Like This
The texture of ice,
together in rhythm
they both truly suffice,
thrilling and daring
is how he thrives,
shy and alone
makes her wonder if anyone knows she's alive,
a hint of darkness
and a touch of cold,
can turn even the strongest spirits
and lessen their hold,
what happens oh dear
when the music and ice fall in love,
will they form a formidable bond
or will the man in the moon say no from above,
When the darkness arises
and chooses her light for the dark,
will the formidable love
be enough to save her heart?
will the light guide her
and save her from her fate,
or will the dark embed fear
and it will all be to late?
will evil consume her soul
and turn her for the worst,
or will the light from above
turn her for the greater good first?
all of these questions
are answered in the end,
when the formidable love
will finally bend,
when the man in the dark
chooses to wither his rose,
her spirit will diminish
and she will finally see her friends and her foes,
she will watc
Becoming a Guardian Chapter 14Darkness. Emptiness. Evil.Becoming a Guardian Chapter 14 in General Fiction More Like This
That's all that Melody felt now as she fell back from Jack's arms. In front of her very eyes she changed. Her pale pink dress was now a deep blood red, silk, and long like a victorian era dress. It's hem was faded with black seeming to reach up with long fading arms. Her hair lost it's last hope of blonde, and became a deep brown. The scariest part was her eyes. They changed from a green, to a amber, to a yellow, to red. Deep blood red like the deepest cut. She felt her heart beginning to submerge in a pool of dark.
"No." she whispered. Suddenly Pitch appeared in her sea of darkness, his face sympathetic but excited.
"Oh but yes my dear. Now you won't even remember who you are." with that he placed a dark hand over her heart and everything disappeared from her. She grasped onto one last feeling though, one last shrine of faith.
And then her spirit was gone.
Pitch stared abov
Becoming a Guardian Chapter 12Jack's lips traced Melody's hesitantly, but he noticed the fire around her beginning to submerge under the icy tone, saddening under the coldness. Melody's eyes were still a beaming yellow and Jack finally placed his lips on hers. Suddenly a burst of fire circled them, a ring of burning yellow and orange, but Jack hadn't noticed. A burst of warmth had engrossed Jack, making beads of sweat forming strangely on the icy head.Becoming a Guardian Chapter 12 in General Fiction More Like This
The dark icy lake had stayed dark and ominous, but the fire surrounding the two reached up to their elbows, a few feet away. The illumination of the fire combined with the wind causing melody's dark color seem to burn off into the air forming into embers. It flickered and danced like there was no end to the connection between them. Blonde hair began to tinge at the ends of Melody's hair, drifting up, but what happened to the hair left over was remarkable. Embers drifted off of her hair, it's orange light dispersing as it would move farther into the air. The blo
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Guardians Black Plague ch.23Guardians Black Plague ch.23 in General Fiction More Like This
Pitch sat in his throne, drumming his fingernails against the cold stone. He tried in vain to ignor the incesant tugging from the unkown force that influenced Black somehow. His rats had seen the Guardians arrive a short ways from his rocky sanctuary, and he smiled grimly to himself. It was Black who had saved them last time, if not for her, they would have fallen to their knees before him long ago. Did they really think that the distance between him and Black would make enough of a difference for them to overcome him once more? He scoffed at their ignorance. Of course they thought that, he mused. They saw themselves as envoys of light, and hope, and joy, and that gave them overconfidence. Without Black, they would crumble before him. The rat creatures hummed and growled feeling their masters excitment. Pitch clutched Blacks staff tightly in one hand. It would work for him this time, he swore. He would make it. He only need wait just a short while longer, and he will have the vengence
Guardians ~Black Plague ch.22Guardians ~Black Plague ch.22 in Horror More Like This
Black was weak, but she coulnt afford to waste any time. She was a fearling, and one of Pitch's creations, so she could easily morph herself into shadows around Norths workshop. It made it incredibly easy to move around without being noticed, and even easier to steal a sword from Norths armory. North used to be a Cossack theif, before he became Santa, and a Guardian, this Black knew, so she expected him to own many knifes, but when she had found his collection, she had no idea exactly how many. She found an enormous room, at least two stories tall and a hundred feet long, she guessed. The walls were lined with special racks, all of which held dazzeling swords, hundreds of different types, styles, and sizes. For a moment, Black stood awe struck, and noted that his sword collection rivaled her own book collection, and she had been collecting for four centurirs now. Black;s heart sank as she realized just how difficult choosing a weapon for herself would be.
She had never fought wit
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The sky was a dark swirling mass, a warning for a storm soon to come. The city was compleatly deserted, any and all windows boarded up, and the stores exausted of their supplies. Not a single soul, animal nor man, could be seen anywhere on the streets. Jack stood on top of a two story buildning, surveying the streets for any little flickers of black. He had spent days gliding around the forest searching, but he couldnt even find any foot prints where he first saw her. Not a trace of her could be found anywhere, so he decided to try the city. He figured if she caused sickness, she would be around people, but, he couldnt find anything here either.The wind picked up and bits of dirty snow pelted the buildings and cars around him.
The snow began to get harsh, quickly covering the pavement in snow. The wind felt like razors slicing through the air. The snow began to get so thick it was impossible to see more than an inch infront of his nose. He began wondering if he should give up, but out
Guardians~Black Plague ch.21Guardians~Black Plague ch.21 in Horror More Like This
Aftermuch dissucion, they had finally formed a plan. True, it was only after much fighting, nit picking, and downright skeptisism, but they had found a plan none the less. Black had grown weaker, slowly but steadily. Jack had to support more and more of her weight on his shoulder, until she almost collasped, and was forced to sit again. Jack had wanted her to rest, but North was persistant on trying to keep urging her to push herself, to fight back against Pitch and save her streangth, but she was exausted, weakened, and scared. Their plan was based on a theory, a theory she herself proposed, but as preperations were being made, she became more and more unsure with herself. The rats, HER rats, had a vunerability to posies, but now Pitch has tampered with them, who knows what they were capable of? they could be running into battle that was doomed from the start because they underestimated Pitch and his fearlings. It would be like children with little cap guns going against the roman arm
Guardians~ Black Plague ch. 19Guardians~ Black Plague ch. 19 in Horror More Like This
A/N Again sorry for the delay in updates, m laptop is still buggy as heck, and in this chapter North has a lot of dialog I tried to include his accent as best as I could, but in case you don't understand it I will be re-typing it without accents at the end of the chapter. Also, my laptop is going to be taken into a repair shop (soon not sure exactly when) so expect even worse delays soon. Very sorry for the delays, current and upcoming, and thank you for bearing with me though the past couple weeks with delayed updates, and thank you for reading Guardians~Black Plague!
Black no longer felt the connection between her and Pitch, but she still felt her strength being drained from her, though it had slowed considerably. She faded in and out of consciousness, only vaguely aware of her surroundings. She kept repeating what she did know over and over again, when her mind was able to pull itself together.
" Pitch is gone. The Guardians are safe. You are with them. Pitch is gone. Pitch is gone.
Guardians ~Black Plague-ch.7 A gift form a Friend.Guardians ~Black Plague-ch.7 A gift form a Friend. in Drama More Like This
Jack paced on the very top of a hill, covered in sparkling white snow. He froze intracet patters of ice, weaving elegantly withing each other, covering the entire surface of a large boulder. The patters took a reconizable form, not quite a solid figure, rather an outline filled with curling strings of thin ice. The icey silouet of a girl, with ling flowing hair and large staff clutched in one hand stared back at Jack as he admired his work, almost taunting its own creator. It had been weeks scince he had visited Tooth, and uncovered Blakcs past, and he has yet to see hide nor tail, nor even the whispy black traes of smoke from her cloak. He knew she could not be within a city for long, or she will begin to spread her awful sickness again, wether she wanted too or not, so he had glided around forests for hours, stoping only when it was too dark to see an inch in front of his own nose.
He paced back and forth trying to think. He worried that she had gone to another continent entierly, an
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400+ years ago.
Black tossed in their bed, tangling herself in the soft black blankets. Her eyes fluttered open, enjoying the lack of sunlight in Pitches cave-like sancutary. Small candles lined the walls, always lit for her use now, the dim light calmed her. The flickering flames danced on the walls, creating shadows off the uneven and cracked rock. She stretched out a hand to the space next to her, confused when she felt nothing. She sat up, half covered with the blanket, and searched the room through the flickering lights, searching in every shadow for him. Pitch took Black in, but acostum to living on his ow, only had a single bed chamber, which he was more than happy to share. There they had slept and woken together, sometimes in each others arms, finnaly having someone else in this world to share their imortality with. But this time, Pitch was gone. Seeing nothing else in the room, Black decided to go looking for him, and swung her legs off the side of the bed. No sooner had her
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Jack carried Black throught the snow, back into her rotting houe, thankful it still was somehow warmer inside. He felt Black shake lightly in his arms, and knew she was even more scared then he was. Neither of them knew what was going on, and Black was terrified that it could spread to Jack if he stayed. Sheconstantly nagged at him to just leave her, but he refused to listen. Jack layed her down on her red velvet couch, and threw a blanket over her. The blanket was actually an old thick table cloth, full of holes and tears, unweaving at the edges, but it was all Black had. She had given him the same blanket to Jack to use when he slept (on the couch she was now lying on).
Black breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath again, whiping what little drops of blood that still dripped from the corner of her mouth. She tried to hide them from Jack, but he saw them anyway. He made her some tea, but whenever she took a sip, she only tasted blood, and refused to drink anymore. Jack had no ide
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Jack stared in awe at Blacks scyth, watching her carve away at a tree. The scyths curved blade was not ment for this kind of work so it too a while, but eventually the tree fell, causing the ground to give a light tremor. Jack watched in silence as she propped the tree up on a stump, and began making thick disks of the trunk, with a single downward slice of her blade. Jacks head rann with more and more questions, but he didnt want to ask any, for fear of upsetting Black again. Once she had a sufficent amount of disks, Black began spliting them in half, making many semi-circle hunks of lumber. They were odd compared to the normal rectangular logs most people used, but he guess having the scyth insted of a saw created issues with that. He helped now and again with lifting, and moving the wood when she needed him to, but without a blade of his own he mostly sat and watched. When she was finished, she had enough for each of them to have both arms full, and have to make a second trip.
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Black walked through the lightened snowy streets, leaving no tracks behind her. She crossed her arms tightly, clutching her staff in one hand, slightly bent over, as if exreamly cold. Jack walked behind her, hands behind his head, also clutching a staff, leaving large prints in the snow. He didnt know exactly where Black was taking him, but the longer they walked the more he wished she would hurry up. It had been only a day scince she agreed (or rather was forced) to let him stay in Bodie with her, and that uneasy feeling that he was being watched had not lifted. Every coner, every doorway and window felt like it was hiding something, something that was watching their every move. Jack unconciously began walking closer and closer to Black, becoming more uncomfortable in the open streets with each step.
Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw shadows dart behind barrels, or inside buildings through windows. As he was watching the side of a building for these movement, he bumped int
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological. in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
HeroineSometimes,Heroine in Free Verse More Like This
she tries to fall into the night,
tipping her strawberry heart
like a tea bag into hot waters-
always scolding herself
kissing ocean beds.
Her hips, tides rolling
towards the antagonists
of myths & legends.
with a thousand leagues
of sea behind her eyes,
she will always save herself.
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
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to my enemies.
i will devour them all.
with a fork.
You found loveSly shoulders withYou found love in Free Verse More Like This
tiny bruises not
meant for lovers eyes,
Teeth and wicked collarbones:
You argued in the stairwell,
Fingers flirting with
that pretty dress of green
as you felt yourself asphyxiate.
Her lips, the antidote
to your wildest dreams.
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tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked,
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]
ImmortalStanding in a darkened graveyard,Immortal in Free Verse More Like This
She watches the graves,
Of friends, family, lovers.
They have all take their last breaths,
She will never take another.
Knowing that she will never again see the light of the sun,
The warm touch of a loved one.
She must steal the innocents of the blind,
Those that wouldn't understand,
Knowing nothing of her kind.
She doesn't want to.
But there is always that craving,
This is the only way she can survive.
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the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
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The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
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Martín entrecerró los ojos, molesto. Sabía que no podía decirle al chileno que se callara, ya que él no tenía la culpa de estar resfriado.
Pero no podía dormir.
Otro estornudo volvió a sobresaltarlo.
-Estoy intentando dormir –gruñó sin consideración.
-¿Qué queri que haga? ¿Qué te arrulle? –Manuel tampoco estaba de buen humor. Su voz distorsionada por el resfrío hizo al rubio sentirse un tanto culpable.
El castaño se limpió los mocos con un gesto de molestia. Ya tenía paspada la nariz y se sentía cansado y débil.
-Pero… ¿No te podés ir a dormir a otro lado?
-No, los chicos están durmiendo en la cocina, no voy a dormir en el baño… -se quejó, odiando como salía su voz al no poder respirar por la nariz.
ArgChi: Crimen.Últimamente los días y las noches se parecen demasiado. Si algo aprendí en esta ciudad es que no hay garantías, nadie te regala nada. Todo podía terminar terriblemente mal pero este caso había que resolverlo.ArgChi: Crimen. in General Fiction More Like This
Martín tenía las piernas apoyadas sobre el escritorio plácidamente mientras se fumaba un pucho. Eso era lo que le gustaba de SU oficina; era suya. Podía hacer lo que él quisiera.
Cuando el cigarrillo se le acabo, recién cuando termino de holgazanear, puso manos a la obra. Agarro los papeles que su secretaria había puesto sobre su escritorio y los ojeo con interés.
Manuel Gonzales. Sospechoso de los crímenes que habían estado atormentando su ciudad. Fotos, hermosas fotos. Lugares frecuentados. Contactos de dicho sospechoso. Hasta la dirección estaba en ese papel
Martín suspiro, inclinándose sobre los papeles para pensar. Le habían hecho casi todo el trabajo, sacándol
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La cama estaba fría y Sebastián buscó ese calor con ansias. Se dio una vuelta entera, sus dedos recorriendo la cama con desesperación en aumento.
-Estoy acá –lo tranquilizó el argentino, quien estaba por salir de la pieza.
-¿A dónde vas? –preguntó tanteando sus anteojos en la mesita de luz.
-Por comida y abrigo. Necesito de las dos cosas... –Martín estaba serio y evidentemente triste.
-No te tardes.
-No te preocupés.
-¿Tincho? –dijo apresuradamente, un poco extraño.
-¿Qué? –ni siquiera se volteó.
-Veni un minuto, por favor.
El argentino le echó una mirada un tanto fría. Fue y se agachó a su lado.
Recibió una revuelta masiva de cabello.
-¿A qué viene eso? –se quejó el otro, tirándose para atr
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El boliviano se sentó al lado del paraguayo, quien yacía acostado boca abajo, moviendo las piernas de manera infantil. Sostenía su cabeza con las manos, apoyando los codos en, literalmente, la nada.
−Manuel se está disculpando conmigo –Le contestó con un tono de voz bastante suave.
− ¿En serio?
Julio se asomó, mirando hacia abajo con curiosidad.
−...Sebastián insiste en que parece hijo nuestro... digo, mío y de Martín, y casi podría darle la razón. Y sí, Sebastián no me habla. Sé que me odia. Porque tú ya no estai con nosotros.
Luego de eso, observó al chileno con sorpresa. Estaba llorando.
−Dani, ¿A dónde vas? –Cuestionó el pelinegro.
Estaba dispuesto a seguirlo cuando una mano se apoyó sobre su hombro.
−Déjalo… −Le aconsej&
Manual del macho argentino1.Es de puto vivir en Belgrano, Palermo, Las Cañitas y todo barrio de Capital de moda. El macho dominante vive en barrios periféricos o en la Provincia, donde el peligro acecha y los semáforos no existen.Manual del macho argentino in Comedy More Like This
2. Es de muy puto, casi como el colorado Libermann, tirarse pedos en el subte y hacerse el pelotudo. El verdadero macho culo peludo saca pecho y dice: "Acá estoy, me cagué feo y el primero que ponga mala cara se las ve conmigo por ofender a los ravioles de la vieja".
3. Es muy de tilingo mamabicho y sobachota coger sólo con pendejas lindas. El verdadero samurai empalador omnívoro y de amplio espectro se garcha todo lo que camina y tiene pepa.
4. Es de muy puto sobador de quenas lloriquear porque el agua sale fría. Un verdadero cacique mapuche hace la plancha en el Nahuel Huapi en pelotas y en invierno.
5. Es de puto tragaleche con polera y cabeza rapada resetear la PC usando CTRL + ALT + DEL. Un verdadero macho monada desenchufa la CPU y la vuel
Apocalipsis: Cap6 El descuidoCapítulo 6: El descuido.Apocalipsis: Cap6 El descuido in General Fiction More Like This
No le importaban cuantas personas murieran. Él estaba vivo. Dos o tres personas a su alrededor también lo estaban. El amor de su vida también lo estaba. Entonces, ¿Qué importaba cuantas personas murieran? El afuera era otro mundo completamente diferente y ajeno a él.
Daniel se desperezó con energía y lo primero que busco con la vista fue a Martín.
El argentino, sentado en el sofá con Sebastián, jugaba muy entretenido con cartas de quién sabe de donde las habría sacado.
-¿Cómo andás? ¿Dormiste bien?- Le sonrió con cariño y al paraguayo le dio un vuelco al corazón.
-Herr… si. Dormí bien.
El rubio le abrió los brazos y Daniel no dudo en devolverle el abrazo, apoyando su cabeza en el pecho de Martín. Volvió a repetirse, ¿Qué importa lo que hubiera afuera del umbra
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Sebastián observo la casa asomándose por el cuello de Luciano. Estaba calentito y muy a gusto entre sus brazos. Pero la paranoia esa sensación de saber que solo hacia las cosas más difíciles de las que ya eran le molestaba y lo hacía sentir mal.
"No es tu culpa"
Aunque se repitiera eso una y otra vez, la sensación no se desvanecía.
Decidió que era cuestión de ayudar a su manera. Prestó especial atención a todo; desde un horizonte al otro, hasta las hojas verdes enredadas en las rejas que debían penetrar. Se sonrojó un poco al darse cuenta que estaba siendo distraído por su novio, no obstante, siguió con su intención de contribuir con algo útil.
Pensó una solución al dilema que todos discutían. ¿Cómo entrar sin destrozar la entrada?
-La casa de al lado- Exclamó con una pequeña sonrisa, sobrepasando la voces de todos.
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Luciano arrancó el auto robado con la técnica de Martín, dejando atrás la casa donde habían residido tan poco tiempo. ¡Tantas tristezas yacían guardadas en aquella casa! Es por eso mismo que cada uno, internamente, se alivió de alejarse por fin de aquel lugar. Tomaron el “camino largo”, para buscar alguna parte del camino armamento servible.
Manuel jamás se imaginó que podría alguna vez oler el olor a muerte. Pero era lo que hacía en este mismo momento. Olfatear muerte.
-Olor a muerte… -susurró.
-No. La muerte no tiene olor. Lo que está en el aire es… olor al abandono. Cuando la vida abandona su cuerpo, éste se pudre. Olor a lo que deja la muerte –le respondió Martín, con la mirada perdida en las calles que iban pasando.
El chileno se sorprendió al ver su seriedad.
-Pero por eso po… es olor a muerte –discutió, seguro de su opinión.
-Bueh, yo lo veo de otra forma –respondió el otro, sin dirigirle
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-Somos deprimentes –susurró Miguel.
Julio asintió, Luciano no dijo nada. Manuel escribía. Pedro dormía.
-Hay que irnos. –Opinó.
-No van a regresar –dijo con impaciencia. –Probablemente estén muy lejos. O muer...
-Cállate. –Le ordenó el mexicano, no tan dormido como parecía, dándoles la espalda.
-Digo la verdad. Pasó tiempo...
-El tiempo pasa muy lento cuando estamos así, sin hacer nada –se levantó. ¡Una siesta fallida no lo iba aponer de mal humor! Asique se sentó con ellos, entre Manuel y Miguel, fingiendo un humor radiante que no sentía. –No creo que hayan pasado dos semanas, aunque sí se sientan. Quizá solo pasó una pinche semana larga, ¿No? Porque intenté dormir toda la noche, me despierto, y ni siquiera amaneció.
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-¿M...Miguel? –murmuró Martín sorprendido, observando también a los otros dos.
-¿Martín? ¡Martín! –exclamó con alivio el peruano.
-¿Qué hacen acá, loco? ¡Entren, entren! Pero antes todos me dan un abrazo... Fuaa ¡Creí que nunca los volvería a ver! –dijo rápidamente, atropellándose con las palabras de la emoción.
Le sacó un abrazo forzado a cada uno, quienes no tenían ni un ápice de ganas de obtener ningún tipo de contacto emocional. Estaban deprimidos, con el miedo y la tensión aún a flor a piel.
Lo que más sorprendió al argentino fue la reacción del mexicano. Aquel amigo suyo que tanto apreciaba, que siempre ayudaba cuando lo necesitaba, se mostraba reacio a darle un abrazo. Una mirada que le heló los huesos le dejó en clar