submergedyou do not see the hurricanes behind my eyes –More Like This
teeming with lightning flashes, thunderbolts of prayer,
dark puddles filling up the creviced wrinkles of my mind
until I gasp for breath under the weight of
algae, skipping stones, and you.
my vision blurry with the angled slant of carving rain,
i reach for sunlight,
for some meaning in the shifting of your hands.
the water rises.
lost under the burden of unfiltered mossy depths
i breathe you in,
suspended by the thought
of your palms brushing mine –
if only you could see the hurricanes
that swallow earth and sky for you
the reaching tendrils of my hair.
PoemLocked inside this cage of mine,More Like This
Behind a smile of steel.
I will say I'm doing fine,
And I will deny what is real.
Locked away from the world,
Scared and alone.
A sad little girl,
Left to atone.
The only sin she ever made,
That's why she is locked inside a cage.
You cannot hear her cry,
Behind the cage of lies.
So until her very last breathe,
She will stay.
Soon will come her death,
Slowly well she's locked away.
Felt!Jake x Reader ~ How a Gentleman Flirts (Pt.3)"He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead."More Like This
As I slowly pushed myself towards consciousness, the first thing that came to mind was to how uncomfortable a position I had fallen asleep in. The next thing? Remembering that I hadn't fallen asleep.
As the rest of my senses came back to me, I made sure to keep my eyes closed and my mouth shut, giving no indication that I had woken up. I tried to deduce where I was from what I could hear and feel, not just see. I knew I was in a wooden chair, that much was obvious. My hands were bent around the back, tied with what felt like cloth, the wood rubbing against my arms smoothly. At least splinters weren't going to be a problem.
The next thing I noticed was that it wasn't silent. There was arguing. It was close, and loud. I let my head hang limp, still "asleep," and listened in for a clue of what was going on.
"-straction to his primary mission," she
Getting Miss Popular Chapter 6It was raining. Trees whipped violently as the wind nipped and bit at fragile leaves, occasionally ripping one or two off, serving them as offerings to the hungry, miserable mess of grey sky. Harsh gales howled angrily as Thor bellowed grandly before vicious snaps of lightning shattered the looming sky into a thousand little pieces.More Like This
However, Thor’s rage was not the only yelling to be heard on that dreary night.
Upset shrieks and outraged yells echoed throughout the hollow apartment (Name) was being housed under. The sixteen-year-old hugged her thin blanket closer to her shaking form as she listened to the flurry of loud noises flying around her. Her eyes, normally vibrant and glowing with life, were dull, stubbornly refusing to reflect any light besides that of the angry streaks illuminating the sky.
“I can’t believe you went back to this, Bro; It’s fucking pathetic! I thought you were above this!” Dirk’s distraught and angered voice
Getting Miss Popular Chapter 5A toxic scent clung to the heated atmosphere as people laughed and danced into the buzzing music that raged on in the middle of the night. An ashen smoke cloud built above the aloof dancers' heads as the bass vibrated the walls of the lavish house.More Like This
(Name) watched with a disgusted expression as a bunch of teens, who were her age or older, stared at nonexistent colours they would see coming from the music. Gamzee, one of the hardcore stoners (Name) had been friends with in elementary school, raised his hand and acted like he was swirling and mixing the colours on an invisible palette. He laughed and honked, causing the others piled on the couch to honk and laugh.
Fucking stoners... She grumbled inwardly before a lanky arm was thrown around her tense shoulders. (Name) jumped a bit in surprise before a familiar, watery voice eased her alarmed state and soothed her back into her disgusted state. "Hey there, baby-doll."
"Bye, Cronus." (Name) tried to shy away from the Ampora's touch, only to
Getting Miss Popular Chapter 4(Name) wandered the crowds of people looking for a certain green-eyed, raven-haired boy. “Jake!” She called after finding him in front of the school. She smiled a bit as he turned to her with a goofy smile.More Like This
“Oh, hey there, (Name)!” He greeted as (Name) ran up to him.
“Hey, do you have my camera? You didn’t give it—Oh, wow, okay,” she said as Jake instantly whipped out her precious baby from his backpack. Okay, so that sounds really creepy, but let’s just roll with it.
Jake smiled sheepishly as she took the camera back. “My apologies; I suppose I was in such a hurry to return home that I forgot to give it back…”
“Oh, it’s okay. You’ve already seen the pictures on it, so there’s no reason for me to freak out,” She explained, shrugging and mentally having a freak-out. Got to be nice to your crush, man; don’t slip up!
The sound of the first bell ringing interrupted the semi-awkwa
Getting Miss Popular Chapter 3It was the day of Gods; the day when students near and far could finally relax and not have to worry about anything. Homework was tossed to the side to make room for games and play. Yes, today was Saturday.More Like This
“Do you think anyone ever does their homework on the weekend?” Jake asked before throwing the football at his bro, Dirk. Dirk snorted a bit in mock laugh as he caught the horribly thrown ball.
“Why would we do homework if we could be cliché American boys and throw a football all day?” He replied stoically with a slight shrug.
Jake smiled at his friends' reply. Honestly, Dirk was a fucking genius, so he really didn't have to worry about homework or studying at all. The otaku could do a project in two hours flat and still get higher marks than someone who spent two weeks on a project. Even though Dirk hinted at not doing his homework to hang with the raven-haired boy, Jake knew that the Strider had probably finished all his school work before the
Getting Miss Popular Chapter 2He was really cute. Well, in the dorky, geeky sort of way. Actually, no, also in the “you have a cute face” sort of way, too, (Name) thought. A small smile made its way onto her face as she glanced at the boy sitting on the bench a few feet away from her, chatting away with Vriska’s twin sister, Aranea. Jake had a jovial expression as the two talked, which made (Name) wonder just what they were going on about that interested the young man so much.More Like This
Maybe you could actually talk to him if you knew what he liked! The voice inside (Name)’s head exclaimed, sounding like a total fan-girl. The (h/c) girl quickly pondered whether she always sounded like a total dunce when she was overly-excited, but the thought was cut short when their gym teacher blew the whistle, signaling for the switch in teams on the court.
(Name) stood up from her spot on the bench and pulled her mini-shorts down a tad, so they weren’t giving her a mad wedgie, and sauntered onto the b
Homestuck: 7 Minutes in Heaven - JakeYou pulled out your hand to see that you were holding... a gun! Your eyes went wide and you immediately dropped it back in the box, cringing with fear.More Like This
Dave chuckled. “Calm down, [Name]. It’s just a dart gun. It’s Jake’s.”
You peeked in the box, realizing that what Dave said was true. The gun looked similar to a real gun, only it was plastic and had some darts loaded inside. You sighed, feeling like a complete idiot already.
Jake walked up to the front and stood next to you, his usual fangirl fainting smile plastered on his face. Of course, his smile just made you feel all the more nervous. You didn’t know Jake too well, but you did know that girls tended to freak out over him. You also knew he had guns, and not just the good time.
Dave shoved the two of you into the closet, slamming the door shut.
“Hey there, Miss [Name],” Jake said, still smiling politely. “We seem to be alone. What do you propose we do?” You could