APH - A Gorey DemiseI claim neither ownership nor authorship for "A Gorey Demise" or Hetalia: Axis Powers. I only put the two together and made a parody.
I highly suggest you listen to the song before or while you read this, especially if you haven't heard it before XD There is a link in the description
A Is For Austria
Who Drowned In a Pool
B Is For Belgium
Who Was Eaten By Ghouls
C Is For Cuba
With Disease Of The Brain
D Is For Denmark
Derailed On A Train
E Is For Egypt
Who Was Buried Alive
F Is For France
Who Was Stabbed Through The Eye
G Is For Greece
Who Died In The Womb
H Is For Hung'ry
Who Was Sealed In A Tomb
One By One, We Bite The Dust
Kick The Bucket, Begin To Rust
Give Up The Ghost When Your Number's Up
We All Fall Down
Ashes To Ashes, Bones To Paste
You'll Wither Away In Your Resting Place
Eternity In A Wooden Case
We All Fall Down
I Is For Italy
Who Lost His Front Brakes
J Is For Japan
Who Was Bitten By Snakes
K Is For Kenya
Who Was Shot In the Head
L Is For Liet
Who Bled and Bled
FadingFading into the background, secretly fulfilling my dreams...More Like This
Training my pain, learning to dance in the rain...
Crying behind closed doors, and realizing how it never helps...
Mending my hurt, using words, I do not blurt...
Fighting the tendency to be a reckless, perfectionist...
Making mistakes, rethinking how I screwed...
Wanting to be someone, but knowing that I'm no one...
Laughing at the wrong time...
Paying chunks for things only worth a dime...
Living low, but not by choice...
Hoping that someone special will find my voice...
Lying to myself and everyone around me...
Telling them how I'm fine...
Telling me I will never survive...
I am alive with a thumping heart...
Hoping to find a grand new start...
Digging to find that special someone, while falling behind, to the end of the line...
Running and running...
Still dreaming and dreaming...
Mending the hidden cracks of my bones...
Hoping and praying to finally make my way home...
Noodle CthuluIn the depths ofMore Like This
the Soy-Sauce Sea,
where no lantern
the pot runs
rife with peas,
Hark! He comes!
Strings of delicious,
Oozing and nutritious!
And bubbling vegetables!
Oh, the horror!
Born from the pits
of Pasta Mordor,
His Scrumptious Excellency
has come to prove our mouths
his worth as an
Quick! Eat him up, kids!
Or he'll squirm and squish
all over your plate!
Otherwise, it's too late!
Don't eat up your food
and Noodle Cthulu will come
for your bl-ood...
1,2,3,4,5....1,2...More Like This
To hell with you
Lock my door
bleeding, chapped lips
too little, too late
lots of hearts that need to mend
burn in hell
murderous and clean
no one can make me believe
I swear to God, I'm gonna scream
this is the end of me
I Need A ResolutionStress stress stress,More Like This
I feel like a mess.
Stress stress stress,
It won't grow less.
Worry worry worry,
I'm always in a hurry.
Worry worry worry,
I feel the need to scurry.
Fear fear fear,
The end is coming near.
Fear fear fear,
Not a thing is clear.
Confusion confusion confusion,
The future is an illusion.
confusion confusion confusion,
I need a resolution.
Frozen StarlightSolid starlight beam,More Like This
Photon Congo line.
Each born of fusion,
To squirm through desolate space,
Die in my retina.
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphineMore Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
how to make me love you.tell me white lies-More Like This
allow me to trace the labyrinth
of your veins with my fingertips
and imagine your blood
is truly liquid
when we kiss, let me be
the first to pull away-
let me imagine that
if you had the time
you'd want to spend
the rest of your life
with your lips
if i cry, do not hold me-
let me get through my tears
on my own, so i can pretend
i do not need you to wipe them
away for me to survive;
i promise you i will always
come for you after i'm done,
like a child aching to be
should i grow up too fast
remind me of my dreams-
read me stories about Peter Pan,
and let me pretend that
we are the lost children.
let me soak my feet in
imagination, and come with me
to Never Never Land.
and when i tell you i hate you,
which with my temper, i know i
shall one day-
whisper to me gently,
"no you don't, love. you hate
spiders and ants
and sleeping on the left
side of the bed,
but you do not hate me."
because i could not hate you,
not for a year, or
Gaze Light X LL watched contently as his Friend Light Yagami studied for school. He popped a strawberry into his mouth, and continued eyeing not Lights paper, but his face, His smooth, perfected face Light looked up at L, who continued to stare.More Like This
What is it Ryuzaki?
Yagami-Kun You havent a single blemish on your face
Light tried hard not to smirk at this small remark, but instead replied, Thats why girls love me They fall for smooth faces like mine.
L Smiled, and then wiggled his toes. But before L could look away, Light stroked his pallid face slowly; His fingers cold against his tender skin.
L Looked up at Light, Yagami-Kun what are you--... Light silenced him by looking up sharply into his dark eyes. L Shut his mouth quite tightly; he did not trust Lights gaze, and didnt enjoy locking with it, so he looked away quickly, standing up from Lights grasp.
MelloNear TeddybearTeddybearMore Like This
Near tugged on the blonde's hair, trying to wake him up. Mello had somehow ended up in Near's bed, and was even hogging the blanket. Near pulled harder, and Mello's eyes opened, staring at Near.
"Mello," Near began, "why are you in my bed?"
"Huh? Oh. I don't know," Mello said sleepily. "You know," Near protested. "What, do you want a reason or something?" Mello asked. "You're hogging the blanket, Mello." Near said, changing the subject suddenly. "Oh, um, sorry." Mello apologized, and pulled the blanket from underneath him so poor Near wouldn't get a cold or freeze. Near moved closer and pulled the blanket over him, but was still cold and moved a little closer. "You're still cold?" Mello asked, and Near nodded. "I am."
Mello smiled and wrapped his arms around Near, pulling him so close that Near could hear his heartbeat (which was just a little bit faster than usual). "Is that better?"
"Yes, much better," Near answered
My Awesome Lullaby"What are you doing ?" A French accented voice asked the albino haired nation, who seemed to be holding something.More Like This
Prussia smiled widely, a blonde child in his arms. "You guys, Meet the Holy Roman Empire."
Blue eyes stared upwards. He waved at the other two of the trio, then looked up at mysterious red eyes. "Gilbert " He said softly.
"You have a chico!" Spain said with a smile. "Hola, Holy Roman Empire!"
"Hello~" France said a bit, nodded.
"Hello " The kid, with intelligent blue eyes, looked at them both.
"He's real polite for a little chico."
"Oui, very smart looking. Where'd you get him from?"
"I'm awesome, I can pick out the strong ones."
"Strong ones ?" Spain asked lightly
"This, you guys, is the key to beating that Austria Bastard, and his superpowered wife."
"Eh?" Both the Spanish and the French nation asked. Even Holy Roman Empire looked up. "Austria and Hungary? That's where Italia is, I cannot do th-"
"HUSH!" Prussia said harshly, then softer "Hush, little
The German Soldier - USUKEngland struggled against the wires constricting him, the pouring rain depleting his energy as blood steadily flowed out of his wounds. Stretching and straining every one of his muscles, England lost his balance, landing face-first into the overwhelming cold of the mud, still writhing in his binds as his actions continued to slow.More Like This
England wasn't stupid. He knew what was coming. He closed his eyes in frustration, not sure if the wetness on his eyelids was from the rain or his own tears.
Dammit, he was so close to getting out--!
He heard the sound of sloshing boots before a hand pressed his back, turning him over with much difficulty.
"England, it's gonna be okay! I-I'll get you out of this, just hang on!" America tugged at the barbed wires with all of his strength, doing nothing but increasing England's torture as he groaned in severe pain, the sound barely above a whisper.
"A-America please, stop " England croaked, the order sounding pained an
A New GuardianCanada would never forget that day. The day that France had returned home beaten and bandaged. The day that France looked so defeated and out of character, that Canada almost didn't recognize him. The day that France, Canada's beloved big brother, looked down at him, sadly and said those horrible words:More Like This
"I am sorry, Canada, but you no longer belong to me."
The toddler didn't understand. How could he? What is a child supposed to think when his guardian says something that crazy?
"W-what do mean, mon frère?"
The wounded man smiled a sorrowful smile down at the tiny boy. He knelt down at the boy's level. France held his arms out to Canada. The boy hesitantly walked forward until France clutched him, gently by his little arms. France's cheerless smile never left as he tenderly stroked Canada
Anniversary.Darkness. It pressed down on him. Thick and viscous like tar, heavy like a rock.More Like This
"Is this how it felt, huh, Obito?"
It pushed him down, the darkness blacker than black. If it had hands, it would've strangled him. If it had feet, it would've trampled him. But it was just an abyss of eternal night, engulfing him until he was but a part of that black void, melted to almost a nothingness that's easily swept up, forced back, swirled down, spun around.
Fight. It was a whisper. Not really a voice but a feeling resonating from afar. He felt it come at him, reach him and cling to him.
Fight. That was the whispered command. He followed it like an obedient soldier because he thought that to fight was what he was born to do.
Fight. But he understood now. Passed down to him was a will; a fire burning strong, blazing bright.
And so he fought the tumult. Darkness was cut by a blade of lightning, a sla
Prussian Training Re-uploadIn 1777, during the American Revolutionary War, Prussian military commander, Friedrich Wilhelm von Steuben, arrived in the American colonies. He would eventually become a Major General of the continental army. However, von Steuben first service would be as the Inspector General to the American troops.More Like This
"So Prussia, thanks a lot for helping me out!"
Prussia looked over at the excited teenager coming towards him. So this was America? The colonies who had the guts to rebel against England. Prussia had heard of him, but had never met him until today.
At first, Prussia had not been that interested in America's war. Like all the other countries in Europe, he had thought the rebellion would be easily crushed by England in no time, but the war was lasting a lot longer than everyone had expected. Even though America was losing the war, he still refused to give up. Back home, Prussia had begun to enjoy hearing news about this guy's idiotic, but inspiring, determination. It had not been lon
Post-Apocalyptic ComedyWe roasted the dog, but I think most of the jokes went over his head. He doesn't speak much English anyway, just "sit," "stay," and "Hey, hey stop that!" We only roasted him because we'd already done everyone else-even the cat. The cat got more of the jokes than the dog.More Like This
Anyway, the first person to get the idea to do a comedic roast was Sam. She'd never seen one, (none of us had) but we'd all fallen victim to the repetitive commercials on Comedy Central advertising them while watching Scrubs, South Park, and Futurama reruns at random hours of the morning in my dimly-lit living room. The basic idea was clear-spend a couple hours poking fun at someone, laugh for a while, then it was over. There are five of us human-beings, so we decided to do it once a month, space it out a bit.
They all wanted to roast me first. Somehow I became the leader, or something. I think it's because I'm the tallest. Or maybe because I've read so many random books. It made me uncomfortab
WhiningMy poems don't have time for me anymore.More Like This
They talk like there are
better places to be
real people to see,
like life's a movie worth watching,
but I'm not on the screen.
At least I can still sing.
I have a cold right now.
MuseI want to be your muse,More Like This
the one you write epic love poems for,
and draw - even if you can't,
I want to be your muse,
the one you smile when you see,
and walk through life entwined with,
I want to be your muse,
- for you,
who goes down in history
- with you.
Madness of Dutchess Natalya"Now, shall we dance?"More Like This
A woman in a gorgeous gown sat, motionless upon her throne. Men surrounded her on all sides, catering to her every need. It's how she had wanted it, after all... No, perhaps, not exactly. She had only wished on her brothers attention... But then she drew others closer and...
She didn't quite mind at all.
Today again a beautiful man comes to me
That smiling you will become my new husband
A forbidden deal with the devil, this power placed in my hands
All the men that look at me are falling enchanted
She had help from the magic Englishman- had threatened him. She wanted her brother to fall in love with her, and had seen no option left. He promised a spell, a deal of sorts, subject of black magic. But he couldn't make it work on just her dear brother... He said it would work on anyone of the opposite sex. She was fine with this. She just figured that her brother would be the only one she needed to see.
With the power to charm men
The woman, to the
The Ashes..The Ashes...More Like This
Francis ran down the streets of London, his lungs feeling as if they would burst. He kept running, running to the exucution grounds, running to her. The one who swore on her life to protect him, the one who now needed his protecting.
Finally, Francis reached the clearing, the exucution grounds, and there he saw her. She was being dragged, dragged to a wooden post. Looking up at the man who dared hurt his angel, Francis felt his blood boil. Arthur! That damn tea-sucking bastard!
Francis watched as Arthur tied her to the post as she screamed and struggled. He saw as she shouted insults at the Brit, but Arthur didn't understand, for they were in French. Francis saw Arthur slap her across her beautiful face, blood dripping from her newly cut lip.
The anger welled up inside the Frenchman's chest as he ran to his angel. Arthur then noticed him as he made his way to save her.
"Stop him!" Arthur ordered to his British troops. Soon, a group of soldiers held Francis to the spot.
his sad, lovely eyesso she plucked out his emerald eyes,More Like This
and kept them in her pocket
so he could never cry again.
Sad Blue EyesWhen I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you sweet like berries " she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was.More Like This
I didn't understand why it bothered her so much. It was really pretty bangle, with intricate detail work that was designed to look like silver stems. Those stems led to sixteen bronze daisies, where a moonstone was in the center of each one. No one I knew had a bracelet as lovely as mine. My brothers' bracelets were plain and boring-- iron bands with a lot of small gems rand
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
Slenderman.Stop.More Like This
He might hear you.
I am pressed against the wall. My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three .
I hear Him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as He comes after me. I can imagine it all in my head: the long, thin arms, coiling around every turn and corner, searching for me. Have you ever noticed His face? His eyesor lack thereof? I have a theory. He doesn't have eyes because He doesn't need them. He hears things. Feels things. Smells things.
I exhale, slowly, hoping not to catch His attention. It's a fruitless thought. He knows where I am. He's only playing with me. A game of cat-and-mouse, where He is the cat, and I am nothing more than a rubber mouse hiding underneath old and rusty furniture. He will
SlendermanSlenderman, oh Slenderman.More Like This
Thin arms beckoning one to a 'warm embrace'.
Those tentacle-like appendages sprouting from his back, hosting him up in the air.
He hides in the trees, waiting.
A black suit is what he wears, as if it's his job to do what he does.
No nose, lips, eyes or mouth. Just skin, covering where a face should appear.
He plays the game of waiting, watching his victim's every move.
Striking fear into their heart while doing absolutely nothing.
The more they learn, the closer he gets.
Confront him, one might just die quickly afterwards.
What happens to their body? No one knows.
Declared a missing person, never to be seen again...
It's said he's a fairy from German legend who kidnapped children who snuck into the woods at night.
But from his description, he sounds like anything /but/ what one would call a fairy.
Technology goes berserk whenever he's around.
A camera's picture would scramble as the audio is replaced with only the sound of static or muffled out voices.
SuicideSuicide... they call it sinMore Like This
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
SuicideI cut myself todayMore Like This
and I started to bleed
The pain is so intense
and I start to scream
I cut myself today
and I start to cry
why did I do this?
I don't want to die
I crawl to the door
I'm at the top of the stairs
I try and yell for help
But the words don't come out
I try to get up
but my knees are so weak
I take my last breath
with one tear rolling down my cheek
SuicideMom I love youMore Like This
Don't blame it on yourself
Dad forgive me
I couldn't ask for help
Sis don't hate me
For leaving you alone
Take my picture
Off the table by the phone
It never belonged there anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
I know you can't hear me
But I'm writing this for you
It is my last punk song
Telling you my life is through
It's okay to hate me
Just don't miss me when I'm gone
Cuz I don't deserve it
When I have done so much wrong
I never belonged here anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
Fairy Tale - Ch 2:The Forest and Three Little PigsAxis Powers Hetalia: PruCan AUMore Like This
The Forest and Three Little Pigs
"Do you think it will rain?"
Gilbert sniffed the air, but not before rolling his eyes at the question. The forest they were traveling through was so dense they could scarcely tell daylight from evening. It was not the first thing that should have been on his mind. "Shouldn't you be more worried about dinner? Or finding a decent place to camp for the night?"
"I'm sure we'll find something. Those are things we have some control over." Matthew switched his pack to the other shoulder, adjusting his cloak to cover it accordingly. He could barely see in the gloom ahead. Gilbert's night vision was thousands of times better than his, and his voice was a beacon. "I was just wondering."
Gilbert snorted. After a few more paces, he answered over his shoulder, "shouldn't rain. Anything still on you?"
"Some nuts, a chunk of th
Punk!EnglandxSinger!Reader - SaviorMore Like This
(Edit: This song isn't Savior by Skillet OR by Black Veil Brides! I'm sorry! It's Savior by Rise Against! *goes to corner of shame*
You were reading your favourite book at the coffee shop near your house, and realized you had made a mistake coming there. Not knowing there was a Rock Band competition happening today on the café stage, the place was crowded with teenagers from your school. The ones you did not want to see outside of that place.
You tried to concentrate on your book, but finally put it down on the table in defeat. It was too loud for your taste, but you tried not to let it bring down your mood. As you observed your perimeter, your eyes made its way to the stage. Yeah, the drummer was good. The guitarists were awesome too. But, oh god, that singer.
That singer was tone deaf.
As the song finished, the audience around the stage cheered for everyone but the singer, as you assumed. For about a half hour, you watched people come onto the
Slendy's LullabySomeone's always watching me.More Like This
Someone's always there.
When i'm sleeping he just waits
and, he stares.
Someone's always standing in
the darkest corner of my Room.
He's tall and wears a suit of black
Dressed like a perfect groom.
Where are you going?
Why won't you stay?
They might be scared of you,
But i just want to Play.
He has no Face.
He hides with the trees.
He Loves little children
When they Beg and Scream.
PruCan - Verboten ch1Verboten. Verboten. If there wasn't any other word of German he could recognize, it was one that he'd heard too often. Forbidden. It was posted on notices on every corner that Matthew Williams-Bonnefoy somberly wheeled his bicycle past, and he was hard pressed to remember what Bussy had been like before the occupation had begun. The windows of most houses were still tightly fastened behind shutters and thick curtains, though it had been almost a full year since the Armistice had been signed and the city overrun with German soldiers. Verbotenunder penalty of death.More Like This
Matthew leaned heavily against his handlebars as he stopped on the road, allowing a gaggle of soldiers to pass. Their boots and belts caught the sun, shining brightly in the warming April morning. The dusty almond green of their crisp uniforms mirrored the greenery of newly awakened grass covered in dew. But Matthew couldn't help but see these men as monsters, glinting cold and metallic and moving a
my chemical romance bibleYou know you're a My Chemical Romance Freak whenMore Like This
1. Your carpet is soaked with drool after watching them play on TV
2. You cry when u hear them play your favorite song live
3. You hear someone say My Chemical Romance and you snap to attention
4. You stand your ground and defend them when someone tries to criticize them
5. You feel like burning the TRL building down
6. You read a story and claim you saw one of the band members names, though its not there
7. You have a MCR song for every point in your day
8. You lick the TV when there on it, Mmm..MCR
9. You recite the words to the song when someone even mutters just a word of it.
10. You Live by the words of My Chemical Romance
11. You've asked your parents millions of times if you could make MCR your religion!!
12. You lick pictures of Gerard, or any of the band members for that matter ( This was mentioned by ~that-girl-24 and was happily posted to the bible.)
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE BIBLE
Gerard Way puts the "laughter
40 Ways To Annoy Finn The HumanMore Like This
1. When you talk to him, finish EVERY sentence with "dude" or "man".
2. Print out BubblegumXMarceline and poster them all over his and Jake's house.
3. Dress like the horse poobrain (The Eyes) and stand outside their house. EVERY NIGHT.
4. Tell Finn that you go for Ice King.
5. Constantly remind him that he's the only human left (exclude Susan, if she is one).
6. Tell him that Princess Bubblegum will never love him, cause she has secret hots for Ice King (not really, just to annoy him).
7. Run around him and sing the opening theme song ALL day. "ADVENTURE TIME, COME ON GRAB YOUR FRIENDS, WE'RE GOING TO VERY, DISTANT LANDS..." If he finally tells you to shut up, start to sing the Fionna and Cake song instead.
8. Show him the original opening art of "The Enchiridion!" (if you haven't seen it, google)
9. Go to Lumpy Space Princess and tell her Finn wants some of her lumps.
10. Ask Finn what kind of shampoo he uses (To Cut A Woman's Hair).
11. Steal BMO so Finn and Jake can't play on it.
Bee-uty and the Beast 2: Chapter OneMore Like This
"Good Morning, Young Man," said the middle-aged nurse cheerfully from behind the hospital's front desk.
"Good Morning!" laughed Gai boisterously as he gave her a small salute with the bouquet of lilies he held in his hand.
"Aren't those just beautiful?" said the nurse as she observed the flowers. "You have excellent taste, Young Man."
Gai finished signing his name in the guest log and gave her a wide grin. "I like to think I have an eye for beauty," he said with a wink. Though he wouldn't dare mention it was the girl who worked at the flower shop who had picked them out.
"I wish my husband had the same taste as you," said the nurse as she winked in return. "That young lady you keep visiting is quite lucky to have you. Are you two engaged?"
Gai blushed and scratched at the back of his head in embarrassment, "Uh, actually we're just friends."
The nurse lifted an eyebrow and crossed her arms, "Oh really? You must be good friends then."
The color in Gai's cheek
Graduation Kiss - A bit of shonen-aiHe did not want to leave.More Like This
"Ne, Hibari-san, let's come together for a group picture!"
If only the herbivore would shut up.
"Come on, Kyo-san!"
Kusakabe Tetsuya as well.
He watched as they all bunched together, watched as the camera flashed, capturing all of their foolish smiles.
He did not understand their happiness.
He didn't care about the crowding herbivores anymore. All he wanted to do was leave.
So that's what he did.
When no one was looking, Hibari Kyoya slipped away from the Vongola-style graduation ceremony.
He thought no one was watching.
But he was wrong.
Because out of the corner of his eye, Dino Cavallone watched as the skylark slipped away.
The Italian followed him.
Hibari may have not noticed Dino see him go, but the prefect certainly noticed the golden haired male's presence behind him as he made his way to Namimori Middle School from Tsuna's house.
Dark!Italy x Reader (Part 2)I DON'T OWN YOU OR HETALIAMore Like This
Warning: Some violence
Your eyesight was still weary and everything blurred. Trying to move, you realized you were strapped to the cold, marble wall.
"Already awake, bella?"
An alto voice snickered. It was Feliciano. He was sitting in a fancy chair, one leg crossed over the other, elbow on knee, head on palm. You shifted your eyes to see a small, sharp knife in his hand. A drop of sweat slid down the side of your head. His eyes. They were still glowing with that blood-thirsty maroon.
"What are you going to do?"
"Let's play a game, ________."
The Italian said, ignoring you. He slyly took out a deck of cards. Nearby was a round coffee table, and he started shuffling and splitting the deck into two.
"Let's play a simple game of war, shall we?"
You stammered. Where was he going with this?
"You know the card game, right? Well, here's how it goes. Every time you win one round, nothing much happens, you simply collect my card. But,"
The Italian pointed
A How To on Writing FanfictionMore Like This
1. Intelligence is required. No matter how interesting or humorous a plot you may have, it is always better to read a well-written, intelligible fiction than a thrown-together piece of junk riddled with spelling/grammatical mistakes.
2. Plot is important. There are such things as PWP's (see PWP section), but other than that, plot is what really makes a story. What is happening is what makes the reader go on and want to read more.
3. Creativity is a must. No one wants to read the same thing that they have seen from 50 other writers. Try to be original, and if you see an idea you really like, improvise it a little without copying it outright.
4. Every element in the story matters. From the plot to the series to what happens to the characters, everything ties together to make the story what it is.
OVERALL WRITING SKILLS
Some writers are just naturally gifted and have a way with words. Others struggle with how to make complex senten
Fun with a StethoscopeDenmark was completely bored. He had already chopped the firewood, watched T.V., checked his email 10 times and now there was nothing to do. With a sigh he remembered the last, unavoidable thing on his list. He frowned but kicked himself up and off the couch, walking as slow as he could to his room where he entered and glared at the offending door in front of him.More Like This
"I gotta clean out my closet." He grumbled, resting his head against the wood. He stepped back, took a breath and quickly wrenched the door open triggering an avalanche of junk. "Crap." He'd been meaning to do this for longer than he remembered it seemed. It was almost like a second attic (and nations were notorious for their attics.) With a sigh, he began sorting though it all, chucking random clothes and objects to either side. None of them were too old, some of them from earlier last century yes, but that wasn't quite so ancient. Suddenly he caught sight of something shining silver amongst it all. He grabbed it immed
GerIta: HeartbeatGermany got into bed and was just about to fall asleep when a familiar warmth filled up the bed next to him. He flipped onto his other side and, not surprisingly, found Italy laying next him. He watched as Italy performed his nightly ritual of starting on his right side, then changing to the left, then laying on his stomach, then his back, then finally deciding that the best place to sleep was snuggled up next to Germany with his head buried in Germany's chest. Germany naturally rested his arm across Italy's back and started to fall back asleep, until Italy spoke up.More Like This
"Hm?" he grunted slightly annoyed.
"Why does your heart sound just like you?"
" What on earth does that mean Italy?" He asked slightly curious now.
"It's strong and loud and steady, just like you! Why does it sound like that?"
Trying to think of a good answer so he could get back to sleep he said, "Well, it's my heart right? Why wouldn't it sound l
HetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solution (Norway)HetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solution ~ NorwayMore Like This
Bet you guys didn't see that coming, huh? Norge deserves some fan-love!!! So, read on!
You dialed Norway's phone number and waited for him to answer. When he did, your magic friends (you tended to attract unusual things, maybe that's why you fell for Norway?) gathered around to hear what he would say.
"Hallo [Hello]..." you heard him mutter. It brought a small smile to your lips.
"Hey *cough* Lukas. It's *coughcough* ___________. I'm *sniffle* staying home sick, okay? I'll *cough* send my magic friends over to *cough* get my paperwork and stuff." when you said that, one of your magic friends, Flying Strawberry Sheep, started to hatch a plan with the other creatures. You, however, shrugged it off.
"Okay. Send one over whenever, I guess..." you raised an eyebrow. Did Lukas's voice just sound...concerned?
"I'm *coughcough* f-fine, Lukas. It's just *coughc
HetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solution (England)HetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solution ~ EnglandMore Like This
There's some slight violence, I guess but there's also some slight POLICE!ENGLAND! And mentioning of Pirate!England, so who doesn't want that?! Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY! And again, (c/n) = country name!
You were about to dial England's number when your phone started ringing. The ringtone was "A Pirate's Life" from Pirates of the Caribbean. That was England's ringtone because one time you had this really epic dream where Pirate!England teamed up with Captain Jack Sparrow, and then they both got drunk and -uh, right, back to the story!- Well, you answered the phone with a hoarse voice.
"________? What's wrong, love?" was it your imagination, or did England's voice sound worried?
"I-I'm fine, Arthur, I've just *cough* caught a nasty case of pneumonia."
"PNEUMONIA?!" he screeched "Don't you dare move! I'll be
Germany X Reader: Asthma ~ Part 6The wheezing had started now. Scared tears rolled down your face as you struggled to finish your sentence. "I-h-have-as-as-asthma."More Like This
His eyes went wide with alarm, mouth slightly falling open.
"W-Was? T-this whole time?" He murmured.
NO WITHIN THE LAST FIVE MINUTES.
You nodded hurriedly. "P-Please-I-can't " Your chest heaved up and down as another shaky breath silenced you.
This seemed to trigger some sort of impulse in him. He snapped into action, his hand gliding to your waist as he continued supporting your shoulders. In this position, he slowly guided you to the ground until you were sitting down.
Your head must have been really messed up for lack of oxygen, because all you could think of, as you lay in the dirt nearly dying, was how gently he was treating you.
Kneeling in front of you, he put his hands back on your shoulders with a serious expression. "Do you have an inhaler?"
You shook your head, wanting to cry.
Be my Lifeline (Doctor!AmericaxReader) 2More Like This
Faintly heard in the background was beeping. You groaned as you felt soft cotton sheets under your fingertips. You tried to pry your eyes open, and after a few unsuccessful attempts you succeeded. Raising your hand up to your head your eyes scanned the room you were in. Immediately realizing you were in a hospital room it all flooded back to you. Your face remained stoic and grim as you sat up in the bed.
"Well good morning, sunshine!" a chipper voice yelled at you. You glared at Alfred as he practically skipped over to you from the doorway with a smile on his face. You just groaned in response, putting your face in your hands. Alfred of course noticed, but his smile never left his face. "So how do you feel?" He asked. Not moving from your position you mumbled through your hands.
"Like crap. How long have I been out?" you asked, the angst coming off of you in waves. The doctor just chuckled at you.
YaoiI'm on the phone with my boyfriend, he's upsetMore Like This
He's going off about a doujin that I read
'Cause he doesn't see it's beauty like I do
I'm on the web, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm geeking over the pairings he doesn't like
While watching Hetalia on Youtube
Well, he likes hot chicks, I like slash fics
He thinks he knows anime but doesn't get it
I'm dreaming of the day that he wakes up and finds
That they'res a subtle beauty about shounen-ai
If you could see that there's a beauty in a boys love
Been there all along so why can't you see
Why I love yaoi
Why I love yaoi
He says things Like "That's gross" and "That's not right"
I can't help picturing L making out with Light
I know its wrong to fantasize while he's talking
But hey, they're kawaii
You say my fanfics suck and that I can't write
You constantly compare them to "Twilight"
Well, he says Ichihime's canon
I still say that Renji's Ichigo's man
I'm dreaming of the day that he wakes up and finds
That they'res a subtle beauty about shou
A Greek Childhood Ch. 1There was a slight annoyance in her walk as Athena carried the young Heracles outside. She was busy, and the child was getting on her last nerve. Setting him down on the ground, she had scolded him regarding the bringing home of yet another cat. The Ancient's child had already had five, and he wanted another one, but the elder nation had to put her foot down. He pouted and looked up at her with begging eyes. The Ancient did not give in.More Like This
"Heracles, I said no, so you will abide by my rules. So take that infernal beast somewhere else, because it is not staying here." She looked down to the boy, expecting a response. The green eyed child looked up with his lip quivering.
"Yes yes Mama " He pulled the cat over to him, and sat in a little pile, sniffling. He was sad the cat would not be able to live with him. Ancient Greece walked away, shaking her head, but before she turned back to face the boy.
"Young man, I am making something for you and I to eat. You stay close, and don't go
Preview?Chapter 1: The DreamMore Like This
The child stood, her mother beside her with one reassuring hand on her shoulder. The child was young, only six or seven. She had the same black hair that everyone in her tribe had, but her eyes were red and her skin was pale compared to the rest of the kids. Her mother was very tall compared to most humans, which was the trademark of their tribe and had the same black hair and green eyes. The elders of the tribe sat around them in counsel as the elder mystic, who had died before she was born, stood speaking of a prophesy. “A great suffering is coming. Fire and ruin will be brought by a child born our very tribe. A child born with blood red eyes.”
She looked up at her mother, seeing guilt show in her eyes, but she didn't understand why. Her mother looked down at her and got on her knees facing her. Then she held her in her arms. She was crying and repeatedly telling her that everything was going to be okay. Then she sat back, and in her place was a man w
NaNoWriMo Day 5I fell down onto my bed that evening.More Like This
Nick came to me yesterday morning, telling me that I was there to witness Anthony's disappearance. He's been giving me hints ever since ones about my dreams and blood and other strange things. And here I am, sitting on my bed, looking at my dream diary that I bought years ago when I was young.
I flip open the cover page, my name scribbled in handwriting barely legible. It says plainly and crudely:
Christina Eliot Aru
Yeah, I know. A boy's middle name? I get that a lot. Let it be.
I continue to the next page, getting the text. Or lack thereof. It's blank.
I sigh, throwing the book onto the floor. My head falls back onto my pillow, my joints aching from the cold snow that began filtering through the clouds. The first day of snow. The flakes are tiny and soft, making my hands cold when they melt against my skin.
I'm walking through the light sprinkle of snow, my skinny jeans bright red and silly looking in the cold weather. My coat is bl
White to Black: RegretPerhaps there was a time when our loveMore Like This
Was as beautiful
As towels coming from the dryer.
It was once white as snow.
White as the roses on that Sunday evening,
Where we drank milk and dipped cookies
Into our pale pink cups.
Perhaps there was a time when nothing
And will ever
When everything was perfect and warm,
And we both felt safe and content within each other's arms.
The skin under our fingernails were clean,
And our hands were pale pink and smelling
Of dish soap.
Years later I wish those times never existed,
For I now understand the bitter sweet hate
From which we truly felt protected underneath all that white.
The milk was truly curdled
And we mistakenly forgot to put bleach in the washer.
The white was truly gray.
It was not of snow,
But more of rain.
I loved the warm dripping water
Down my face.
But now it has begun to sting me with ice
And the wind has picked up in strength.
From what turned white,
Has now made me r
Your Light: ProtozoaYou ask me if there is lightMore Like This
On your forehead.
I wonder what you mean
But you explain it to me.
I stare into your eyes before finally nodding
But there was light before you peered
Into a lens of Protozoa.
You have always been my light.
The one I can bask in and sigh.
You have always been my rest.
Relaxing and closing my eyes,
I seem to forget.
Forget what I can and can't have.
You make me want you.
You seem to pull me in hopelessly.
But I don't want this.
I want you.
Seeing the squirming little ones,
Eating each other and playing together.
They are adorable, I think.
But I only say that to make you laugh.
If only love were as simple as the basics.
Mating season comes along and well,
You've got a penis.
That's not really how it works.
You love another and I want you so,
You'll never understand just how I feel,
"Hopeless, I am":
Something I would say if I were Yoda.
But I'm not,
And loving you does not make me who I am.
GMC - SIMPLIFIEDMore Like This
"I am I Need I Desire "
Goal, Motivation & Conflict - SIMPLIFIED
Goal, Motivation and Conflict seems to be the BIG MYSTERY of fiction writing. Everyone says that they're essential to good writing and they're right, they are. Absolutely. But this stuff can be a little confusing.
Let's begin at the beginning
-- What are all these things and why do stories need them?
Goal is what your character THINKS they are after.
Motivation is what makes them WANT to go after it.
Conflict is what Gets In Their Way.
-- Internal Conflict being ANGST or Drama.
-- External Conflict being the PLOT or Events.
The Plot (Events) Arc is the stuff that happens to the characters the plotline. There are 5 basic stages in a Plot Arc:
1 - Inciting Event
2 - Challenge
3 - Crisis/Reversal
4 - Ordeal
5 - Confrontation
The Character (Drama) Arc is the complimentary (or contrary) stage of Ang
My Stupid Awesome Brother Pt.1Ever since my birth he had been there.More Like This
I looked up to him, wanted to be like him.
He was everything I knew, after all.
"Guten Morgen!" Prussia grinned when I shuffled into the kitchen. It was half past six in the morning and it wasn't good at all. I rubbed my eyes and yawned simultaneously. He always woke up earlier than me and often taunted me with that. It didn't bother me, though. I was just a child therefore I needed a good amount of sleep. The first sunrays fell through the window and blinded me for a moment. I wrinkled my nose and sneezed.
"What do you want for breakfast?" He smiled down at me. He was standing in front of the oven and wiped some flour off his cheek. He was in a surprisingly good mood today. My brother wasn't in high spirits very often; it either meant he had won an important battle or just had made other people suffer. He enjoyed annoying others very much and I was happy that for once I hadn't been his target. I was convinced, though, that Schadenfreude w