Dancing with a Broken Heart -Itacest-((Does have Spamano in it as well))More Like This
My amber eyes were burning.
Just watching my brother dancing and smiling with his new husband made me want to scream and rip these curtains behind me to shreds. I knew I would probably do that If I hadn't had this much control. I knew I would have done it, because my fingers were twitching and my claw like nails were digging into my palm.
I could feel the hot and sticky blood dripping down my palm, just like how any form of positivity was leaving my heart.
I could see how happy he was with the German, and how happy the German was with him.
But why couldn't I be in that stupid potatoes place?!
'Come on, Feli you're my brother, that has to credit for something. Can't you feel me; can't you feel the pain that's slowly killing me?'
Held my breath as the last wave pulls me under, under
What doesn't kill you makes you so much stronger, stronger
Can you feel this pain?
Rushing through these v
Point Giveaway for Adopt Accounts!CLOSEDMore Like This
Alright, I'm holding a point giveaway for all accounts selling adoptables!
Winners will be picked using random.org
This ends Jan 15th, make sure to check back to see if you've won!
Do You Qualify?
- Your main account must be older than 2 weeks. (Made Nov 26th or before.)
- If this isn't your main account, please tell me what is so I can avoid cheating. (You can send in a note if you want.)
- You must have at least 5 adoptables in your gallery.
- Most recent adopt must be submitting on or after Nov 1st.
- The adoptables qualifying you cannot be made with makers or games.
- All linearts must be properly credited.
***If I feel you are stealing things or being unfair with your selling, you cannot enter.***
100 - 2 Winners
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.More Like This
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
Fake How are you?More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Afraidyou don't believe that i'm afraid of the dark.More Like This
i never told anyone but you.
and it hurts me that you don't believe me.
i'm not afraid of the dark itself.
i'm afraid of what might happen
when the lights go out.
i'm not going to tell you that i'm afraid
of the dark because when i can't see anything
i'm afraid of losing you.
i'm not going to tell you that i'm afraid
of the dark because when the lights go out
you could just get up and walk out
Afraid?I'm so afraid to love you.More Like This
I'm so afraid to trust.
I'm confused about how you feel and if what you said is the truth.
I was afraid to let my heart beat.
Afraid to feel those butterflies.
As your sweet songs fill my head with ideas, fill my heart with feelings I sigh and smile.
I whisper, "I love you." As I slowly stand up and walk away from the music that has made my heartbeat just like it did when you first smiled at me.
I'm afraid that I'm paranoid.
I'm afraid that I don't know wrong from right or honesty from lies.
I'm afraid that what I'm listening to is going to make me love more than I can deny.
'I don't love you.' Could never slip from my lips, as I do love you. And if I said I didn't I'd be a liar. Just like you?
C'mon. Reader x Jean KirschsteinMore Like This
The iron stench of blood clouded the air and stuck to her skin, steam billowed from fallen Titan corpses and horrified screams of her comrades rung in her ears. She hid behind a stout-sided chimney, legs pulled up against her chest and her palms pressed to her ears to block out the shrieks of the dying and devoured.
Why did she want to do this? Why did she sign up to join this hopeless crusade? Did she think that she would even make the slightest difference in the fight against the Titans? Humanity has never won against them before, so why would her efforts improve their struggle?
It was all pointless, worthless; there was no point.
[Name]'s hands were shaking, distressed tears leaked passed her tear ducts and she bit her bottom lip to keep back her sobs so the Titans wouldn't find her cowering.
She was scared. So, so, so scared. She was afraid of dying in the belly of a Titan and afraid of getting bitten in half like some other of her fellow soldiers have before her. She saw the terro
Why I Love YouMore Like This
"Why?! Why is it that you insist on loving me when all I've ever done is hurt you? You always find it in yourself to forgive me, yet I've never deserved it..." Green eyes flashed with regret, bitterness, as they were cast upon the Frenchman. How could he be so forgiving? So kind? It made Arthur's heart hurt - to think he'd been so blind all these years. His supposed millenium-long enemy had confessed his love, and it left his head reeling. This had come as a surprise. Yes, every now and then the older blonde would send a flirtatious comment his way, or a perverse gesture, but he'd never taken it seriously, not that France had given him reason to. He flirted with just about everyone - there was hardly a nation left untouched, quite literally, by Francis.
"It's because I can forgive you after every mistake, every painful moment, every fight, every battle; that's how I know I love you, and why I can't stop..." He murmered, closing his eyes. "I've known you ever since you were just
Abandoned (Pirate!France x Reader)Your thoughts as you paced back and forth along the burning sands of the island that startling morning were simple, repetitive ones, coming back again and again in your head in a rhythm as constant as the tide.More Like This
Damn Kirkland. Idiot Kirkland! Why did I have to be the one swept away and stranded out here?! He didn’t come back for me. None of them did.
You buried your hands in your hair, grinding your teeth in a wild mixture of anger and irritation. In Heaven's name, why? Your captain had always trusted you and treated you as an equal, a friend. You knew it all well. There seemed to be absolutely no possible reason why he would have simply allowed you to drift away as if you suddenly meant nothing...
You recalled vividly the cold moment when you’d looked across at the wreckage of the glorious vessel you had come to call home, vast shadows cast upon it in the evening light. You remembered his brilliant and suddenly chilling green gaze across at you over the waters as he
France X Reader - Falling StarsFrance X ReaderMore Like This
When you were just a little girl, your mind was filled to the brim with wonderful and beautiful ideas about what the twilight hour might bring. Naive thoughts of magic infected your mind and you often accepted the challenge of staying up until midnight to sneak a glance out of your window to see if any fairies or characters from your favourite shows would be playing in the soft moonlight. On the rare occasions your tiny body managed to complete the trial and you were able to stare out your window expectantly; you never saw a thing.
Perhaps the odd nocturnal animal shuffled around in the shadows of trees hunting for food, or maybe you saw a bat or two soar into the darkened sky. Whatever you may have caught glimpses of, they were sadly not what you were searching and hoping for. Eventually, you grew out of such fantasies and the twilight hour became a regular time for you to be awake at. You had reached that age where you were mo