Crona's PoemFifteen years ago,
I was put on earth.
I started life looking at the light in everything,
But that didn't last very long.
Because the truth is
There is no light.
How can there be light if
Every time I say something,
I’m always cut down.
So I just stay quiet.
Because I can’t deal with the pain of not being accepted.
Every time my mother’s eyes meet mine
All I see is the disappointment and failure she sees
So I just stare at the floor.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain I've caused my mother to suffer with.
Most people only have their conscience to deal with after they have made a decision,
But I have a real person, who knows my every move,
My every thought,
To criticize me.
To have a new reason to harm me.
So I just stopped making decisions.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain of my mistakes.
Because I know I’ll make the wrong choice, no matter what I pick.
After fifteen years of this,
I earn friends that I don’t deserve.
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
How to protect yourself (PrussiaXReader)You were over at a certain albino's place, kicking his arse at video-games. Which he would of course always deny but claiming you had distracted him somehow. And you were truthfully. Gilbert'd had his eye on you ever since you'd turned into the young woman you were, but he'd always harboured feelings for you.More Like This
It was only then that he realised his childish crush on you was turning into a full-blown first love. And he was worried to death about you at the moment.
You'd just started working out at the nearby gym, which he also happened to frequent. In fact he was the one that had recommended it to you. But he heard the others talking about you in the changing rooms.
He frowned just remembering the blissful expressions on their faces.
"She was like totally cute! Hey, d'ya think you could help me out with the new, big weights?" Alfred asked his friend Mathias loudly. He shook his head. "No way man! That's what I was going to do!"
Gilbert growled as he lifted his shirt over his head, making
Is It Love?If I hugged you,More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
IntuitionAre there times that a lie can be justified?More Like This
When you'll hide the pain to see them smile.
Is that fair? Is it right?
Or will it just hurt more when you become too weak to keep up the charade?
I promised myself I would stay strong.
But I was even lying to myself.
She wasn't supposed to know. That morning, when I got up, that was the first thing on my mind. She wasn't supposed to know. She glanced back at me, her blue eyes deep and inquiring, and stopped, waiting for me to catch up. "What's up with you this morning?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip. "Slowpoke. I know it's early, but really?"
I couldn't breathe. "Sorry." I yawned out of necessity. "Just... tired." I couldn't breathe.
She sighed, turning back around. "I was shocked you even got up this early. What do I have to do to get you up like this under normal circumstances?" I gave a soft smile, trying to find the humor behind what was going on. "Heh... It's not every day... we do something this cool."
"You call it cool.
My FeelingsIm sorry if i made you sadMore Like This
i dont know what i did
i keep my feelings jarred up
i should have left on the lid
you know i love you but i cant quite
understand your feeling too
am i doing this wrong
what did i do?
im affraid and scared that ill end up alone
just a bit paranoid
but if it makes you happy i will stop,
those thoughts ill try to avoid
i hope this doesnt end so fast
i really want to be
the one person you can trust
i really hope you see
i love you alot, im hoping you do
i just am broken to much
there wont be another no i cant even imagine
anyone id rather clutch
Yuri PoemIt is not strangeMore Like This
It is not sick
It is love
If I'm a girl
and she's a girl?
The kiss is soft
But full of love
It is not sin
It is love
How we feel
It is not just
We feel for each other
not just an experiment
Female love is there
And you can't stop it
It's the truth
So get over it
Yuri is out there
As do I
and every other being
of this world
Artists Will Understand 3There will be people out there that look at our art and compliment how talented we are. But there is always one question that catches us off guard:More Like This
"Why do you make characters?"
"Well, they're fun to make and I get inspired"
But that's not entirely true. Yes, they're fun to make, but there's another reason why we create them. They're our family. They're always there when we need someone to talk to. They understand us. We're never lonely because they're there with us until the very end.
We don't even call them "OCs" or "Characters". We call them our children. When we're down, they'll comfort us. When we want someone to talk to, they'll be there to listen. When we're scared, they'll be there to protect us from our fears.
People who aren't artists would properly scoff at us for thinking like this. They'll call us delusional. They'll even call us lame. Hey, they're properly right.
But we can't ignore our own children. Before we knew our talent, they we
HomestuckJust one dayMore Like This
a friend recommended
a story to me
I took that offer
on June 19th
it later changed my life
Fist there was John
then there was Rose
after those two it was
Strider and Harley
so did days
sleeping when the sun rose
Acts went by
Characters would die
just to rise again
Once i hit act 5
there was no turning back
i thought i could leave
about 20 minutes gone
just left in awe
Now i am in act 6
thanking my friends
for allowing me to listen
when the told me about homestuck
Lonely HeartsLonely hearts beat in a symphonyMore Like This
and blood shot eyes are astray.
gazes passing, never lingering,
and faces turn away.
Judging eyes, they're everywhere
As a forbidden love festers.
Scornful looks find every flaw,
But, to this love, they remain unaware.
Their bliss is born of others ignorance
and their joy is in their remarks,
for they know, secretly, what they have,
they can feel it in their lonely hearts.
WoeThe wind it blows,More Like This
With a troublesome woe.
Too long it has been,
To have these sins.
How long have I wished,
For a kiss of bliss?
For you I see,
There is no love for me.
The sea is where I dwell.
No need to excel.
My friend hear me,
I want to be free!
My love understand,
We could never be.
If I cannot have you,
Then neither shall he!
The wind it blows,
With an arrow's bow.
The end is near.
For us indeed.
May The Music Play On EvermoreThe music pouring into my ears caries such strength,More Like This
Such fire, such power.
Each instrument added, each level in volume adds another facet to this glorious jewel.
The music lends its strength to me,
Like pouring light into my veins.
My mind comes alive with vivid scenes,
From epic battles, to beautiful dances, to fierce competitions,
In mythical lands far beyond our own, some even beyond our imaginations
I see them all, in vivid colours or striking grey-scale.
Each beat of the music resounds in my mind, and in the scene unfolding there.
The flickering notes speak of magic and mystery, anger and rage, happiness and joy, and of stories untold.
I let go, falling into an ever changing fabric woven of rich and varied sounds.
Wrapped in that beautiful fabric, I feel as though I can take on the world,
Walk through Hell and back again,
Jump all the way to Heaven.
May the music play on evermore:
May it wrap me up and carry me away to mystical lands beyond the reach of reality,
May it fill my ve
Lakeside LoveGallade stood in a clearing next to a lake, trying hard to keep himself from blushing or being nervous. He had all of the Pokémon recruited for this ready, although he wondered if everything would go well. He hoped so.More Like This
A small figure appeared over the horizon of the lake. He knew what it was; the Milotic who was ferrying his love to him. She was specifically instructed not to tell her the motives, just to offer a casual ride. He turned to do some last minute meditating. After several long, deep breaths, he turned back around to see that the Milotic was almost ashore, a Gardevoir riding on her back. Gardevoir spotted the nervous Gallade, smiled her usual smile, and waved. She was completely innocent toward his plan, just like he wanted it.
This was nothing like fighting, which Gallade loved doing. This was a whole new battlefield. Saving her was no problem but this was making him a nervous wreck.
Milotic had reached the shore, and Gallade walked up to the adrift Pokemon. He offered his
ColorsRed is the color of wrathMore Like This
Orange is the color of loss
Yellow is the color of dreams
Green is the color of envy
Blue is the color of my sadness
Violet is the color of my bruises
Black is all of the colors combined...
Black is the color of what I see
Violet is the color you beat onto me
Blue is the color of what I feel
Green is the color of what you feel
yellow is the color you crushed
Red is the color that scared me
White is the color that I see...
the color of safety...
Set Out On a Dream .:Day 3:.As I set out for a dream,More Like This
I simultaneously set out on a road.
A road that looks beautiful;
Lit with glowing sun,
Paved in gold,
Lined with vibrant flowers and trees,
And leading to a gleaming castle.
But that thought is short lived, for the longer I walk this road,
The farther it gets from that vision, and the longer the road becomes.
I can no longer see the glittering castle.
The sunlight has long since left me.
The gold has turned to dust.
The trees and flowers have withered leaving stone in their place.
There are many forks in the road and the roads signs are few.
There are tricks and traps and help is nowhere to be found.
Demons reach out to claw at me,
Voices whisper at me to give up,
The road is dark and the street lights are burnt out,
But I persevere, and soon I am rewarded.
Once again I can see the castle at the end of the road.
Oh, now I remember the reason I set out on this road.
It's the same reason I set out on this dream.
A Tragic Accident, My Dear: Alois X Reader - Ch. 4More Like This
Author’s note: I had a really hard time writing this because my fangirlyness was kicking in a little too much…Also, because I’m a sucker for sweet things like love. -w-
It’s been a couple of years living with the one and only: Alois Trancy. Alois has been giving strong signals of affection towards you and seems to be careless of anything else. But today, he’ll give you the surprise of your life.
~A Couple of Hours Later~
You were walking down the hall to freshen up by finding the bathroom, but a blushing Alois appeared before you. Alois had an adorable smile over his features and held something behind him. You noticed the yay his elbow looked. “What are you hiding from me, Mister Alois?” You asked and smirked at him.
“’_(f/n)_’, I’ve got something very important to ask you…” He mumbled under his breath, but was heard clearly. “What is it, Alois?” You gave him a little smile.
The Black Mockingbird pt. 1More Like This
The night have fallen and it was time for the Freeman brothers to go to bed. For some reason, did both not feel very sleepy. But they didn't say anything, they just lay down quietly. Almost a whole hour have been going, and no sleep yet. It was pretty unsual. Huey would have heard Rileys snoring by now... but his breathing was calm. Was he asleep? Huey just sighed and looked at the clock. 10.09 pm.
Huey blicked. Did he just fall asleep? No, he was just so into his thoughts he forgot everything around him. How long have it been? He looked at the clock again. 02.03 AM.
That was enough. He sat up in bed, but he didn't come any thuder until he heard Rileys tired voice.
"Huey", he started off.
Huey stopped, and looked over to his brother. Riley wasn't looking back, he was just staring right up to the ceiling.
"Yeah?" Huey answered.
"I had a nightmare..." he said.
"Too bad", Huey said and stood up. "I can't sleep".
He walked out the room. Riley watched him all the way out. He sat up in his b
The Love Is Blind ( Hisoka x Smtry ) CAP 2Love Is Blind – Hisoka x Smtry FanficMore Like This
Written by Imoon90 and Edited By Wolfdare
Both boys walked in to Hisoka’s workshop. Hisoka turn on the lights and turn to Smtry.
”Well... We are here!” Hisoka said to Smtry.
Smtry walked into the big room. He stroked his fingers at the big and long tables. It was cold and cool entrusted denvarma day.
He went around and began to feel the fabrics that was lying on the tables. He stopped and felt on a fabric that was a bit fluffy.
”What is this?....” Smtry asked as he was toughing the fabric.
”Oh, well...that my moms dress! Um....she wanted it that fabric for her dress. I'm not who designed it.” Hisoka replied.
”I find it kinda strange to have cloth in this fabric” Smtry laughed.
”Yeah, I know she has a very strange style.” Hisoka chucked.
”Well I see...so she likes the furry style.” Smtry smiled.
Hisoka and Smtry both let out their laughter.
The Love Is Blind ( Hisoka x Smtry )Love Is Blind – Hisoka x Smtry FanficMore Like This
Written by Imoon90 and Edited by Wolfdare
The sun was shining and it was good, nice summer day. The wind whistled in the trees. Smtry, Hisoka, Kee, Chiaki, and Brume were hangout outside the school.
-Hisoka’s perspective -
Hisoka was trying so hard to NOT staring at Smtry but he found it so hard....
‘Oh my god... Smtry is so cute, his face is so beautiful, and he is so kind and unselfish.
He is totally amazing...really...gosh...those feelings... I have never felt this way before for someone...but...I’m too afraid to tell him… He’ll think I’m a weirdo!....but...’ Hisoka thought to himself.
“I-I-...think I’m in love with him..." Hisoka said with a whisper.
Smtry turn his head as he heard the whispering from Hisoka.
“Hm?...did you said something Hisoka?” asked Smtry
“Oh, shit.......N-NO...NOTHING at all! I...was just thinking … erm…never mind!”
Bunny Love Ch.3More Like This
"Hey ___y/n___ -chan?" he said looking at the floor.
"Yes?" you said curious.
"Tomorrow is our game night and i was wondering if you would join us" he said blushing.
"Sure! i'd love to!" you said happy.
"Great, see you tomorrow!" he said kissing my cheek and leaving the room. The next day you went to the host club and requested honey again. you sat in between him and Mori. When the club time was over Tamaki picked a hand full of girls to stay behind. He handed them all envelops with fancy writing on them. After he gave one to me he stood in the middle of the room and cleared his throat.
"Tonight is the host clubs game night and you are all invited!" he said enthusiastically.
"The address is on the envelope and you will need it to gain entrance." 'What is this supposed to be a party?' you thought to yourself. Later that night you arrived at the address only to see a giant mansion.
"what a place to have a game night" you said to no one in particular. When you rang the door bell Mori open
Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possible. For my blood is black, and yours is red. And that makes all the difference in the world.More Like This
Crona's PoemCast awayMore Like This
Beat down and broken
I must obey
The word is spoken
Draw a circle of protection
Kept at bay
So far apart from her perfection
Lost in the gloom
I slowly slip away
A thirsty sea of stone and sand
Lost within a nightmare land
Afraid of night without a day
When the monsters come and play
I hear the serpent at my ear
She's urging me to drown the fear
But deep within this tortured mind
Wicked secrets you will find
I think that soon I'll fall apart
Their kindness only breaks my heart
I'll pass the nights in misery
With no one there to comfort me
The home I have is not a home
The life I lead is not my own.
When living here is not quite living
Living here is just worth giving
Crona's PoemMy blood is black,More Like This
Yours is red,
That makes all the difference,
The hate, the bruises,
Maybe it's just my mother's love?
Ragnarok is my friend, or at least that's what I thought,
Friends are supposed to hurt me a lot,
Those screams, those cries,
I can hear them after they die,
Mother says it's okay though,
That those people deserved to go,
Just like those bunnies that I had to kill,
I stared after their hearts had become still,
The last one left had shivered and tried to run,
I brought down the sword and my job was done,
Mother let me stay out of the cell that night,
Because I had caused that disgusting sight,
She praised me and gave a grin
I felt horrible and my stomach started to spin,
The killings were people from then on out,
I murdered without a single doubt,
Then I met Maka and tried to kill her too,
But she told me that we could be friends and pulled me through,
Now that I think on what I've done,
I don't deserve her,
I don't deserve anyone,
All this kindness being shown,
A Solemn ServiceI was completing my daily quest, combating the dreaded Unclean from mid morning to the end of the the Luncheon, when I found something so horrifying it nearly made me cry. Upon one of the Unclean, mixed with various bits of Spiced Potato and the remnants of some avian creature’s eggs was a single piece of damaged divinity. A rare masterpeice crafted from the juices of the Maple Land, and infused into a slab of icing for common cookies, which is then sandwiched between two biscuits, often shaped in the manner of the Maple Land’s symbol. This single piece of divinity was partially eaten, and had not been finished! What kind of cruel creature could put a piece of divinity through such horror? Such things were crafted, and waited their entire lives to be lovingly and carefully consumed, thus fulfilling their purpose. Some horrible hoodlum had enticed this amazing creation with thoughts of fulfillment, and then simply left it. Because this dastardly devil had so marked and defilMore Like This
Sleeping Beauty"Once upon a kingdom, a princess was born. Throughout the land, there were celebrations and people flocked to meet the beautiful young girl. Her name was Aurora."More Like This
A living mummy. Luke hardly thought that was the right way to describe the seemingly youthful girl suspended in the ice. She had hair of gold and skin as white as snow. Her lips were parted slightly in sleep. She wore an elegant dress, pointed slippers, and a curious pendant on her forehead, like a crown.
It was wonder at first sight for Luke. "Wow," he breathed. "She's beautiful..." Never had such eminence been witnessed by human eyes.
The girl's loveliness only became more apparent when she was freed from her frozen prison. Arms outstretched, Luke rushed forward to catch her, but Professor Layton beat him to it, always the hero. It didn't matter— the girl was moving!
She was alive.
"Alas, not everyone was joyful. A dark force descended on the royal house and made a terrible prophesy: In her sixteenth year, the
Bed and Maybe Breakfast“Mmph,” Fai uttered in muffled complaint as Kurogane’s lips connected a little too forcefully with his own. They had barely gotten behind closed doors before the ninja had taken him into his arms, kissing him fervently. “Easy, Kuro,” the mage softly chided as their lips broke contact. “There’s no need to rush.”More Like This
But Kurogane had already sloughed off his jacket, tossing it to the side of the room, and was moving to remove Fai’s as well, fingers fumbling with buttons as he nuzzled his face into the side of Fai’s neck. “I haven’t had you to myself in weeks,” the warrior whispered by way of excuse. The warm breath of his reply caressed Fai’s skin, sending shivers up his spine. Reaching behind him, the wizard twisted the latch on the door to ensure it was locked.
What Kurogane had said was true. The previous world he, Fai, Syaoran, and Mokona had visited appeared to h
(RQ) Jean Descole x Reader: A New AdventureMore Like This
((SPOILER ALERT!!! This story starts towards the end of "The Azran Legacy" game, and mentions quite a few things that are revealed in the game. If you know what happens already, wonderful! You get to enjoy the story without any worries at all. If you don't know and want to read anyway, be my guest.~))
(y/n) wasn't expecting this most recent excursion of Hershel's to be so tense and life threatening. She and the professor had gone on many digs together, each one with its own combination of excitement and thrills. The past two have been the most exhilarating. She joined Professor Layton and Emmy on their journey to Misthalery, meeting Clark Triton and his family. While there they uncovered the mystery of the Specter and encountered Descole for the first time. The second time she crossed paths with Descole was in Monte d'Or while investigating the Mask of Order. Hershel told his field assistant that The Golden Garden, the City of Harmony, and the Nautilus Chamber were connected to an anci
I Promise, You're Not BrokenDon't cry,More Like This
You're not alone,
not the only one,
You're just a little lost,
a bird who flies to the wrong tree and forgets
it has wings to choose another
So you wait there,
numb from the cold
holding onto the chill of the air
because it's the only thing you know
And you're too scared
to let go
of the branch
but that's okay
Because you have legs,
You can stand up
take a step,
prove to them that they're wrong,
that you're not weak,
you're not worthless
you can fight this,
you can win
You have two hands,
But the numbers don't matter
Because you're still you
even if they change
Subtract a limb, a smile,
the ability to move
Take it all away
And you're still not broken
You're not a glass bottle that shatters
when dropped on concrete
You can brush the blood
and the tears
from your stained clothes and
move on from whatever it was that
caused the lights to disappear from your eyes
and the clock to stop ticking
I promise, you're
My partner, my equal.You are the key foundation to my entire being and if that pillar is broken then I will fall.More Like This
Into a million pieces I will become naught but dust for all to walk upon,
and when time comes to an end I will be the first to go, because your pillar was not there to be my strengths when all else failed.
You are my partner, we are equals, and because of that neither one of us will ever be more important than the other, you are special, I am special, my needs and yours are met in the middle.
As a body cannot move without muscle,
I can not do any of these things without you.
ScarletScarlet looked at the brazen locks falling from her head, her very scalp devoid of even the tiniest stubble of hair. Shock was the emotion that took hold of her first, then an odd feeling of something forbidden hit her, like an unsaid rule had been broken. A rule that said 'all women must have hair'. Ridiculous as it was. The next feeling that hit her came down to vanity; she felt naked without her hair.More Like This
The shocked girl could feel the cold autumn winds gentle caress against her newly attacked scalp, could feel the suns rays warming it again. It was the weirdest and most alien feeling despite the fact that the rest of her body often felt the same sensation. It was cold, it was warm. It was odd.
It was unnerving, worse was the reason why it had happened in the first place. Standing across from her lay the answer. The shadows cast long by winding side stairs up the side of the building to the right of them both; the library. Evidently hiding the mysterious persons features well, they wer
spoilers Professor Layton: The graveThe GraveMore Like This
Flora walked with the Professor by his side. She was carefully treading among the slippery wet grass, wet from the rain that poured earlier this morning. A few rays of sunlight shined through the cloudy sky.
Flora scanned around the graveyard; it almost looked like her and the Professor were the only ones visiting the place at the moment. It was a bit unsettling.
Luke was not with them at the moment, as he was off on a holiday to visit them for a week; even if he was gone for just a few days, Flora missed his company greatly, but she would love to hear about what he did with them over the week. She had met his parents before and they were very polite and kind to her, making rather nice comments about her; much to Luke’s embarrassment. She hoped they were having a grand time together.
The Professor had plans of his own while Luke was gone. He had informed Flora that they were going to be having lunch with his parents together. It had been awhile since she last met
Ni No Kuni - Swaine's Tale pt 4More Like This
Swaine looked back to see Oliver running to catch up to him, the boy's red cloak flapping in the slight breeze. He smirked at the boy's enthusiasm.
"Are you ready to go, Swaine?"
"Are you, Oliver?" he replied. Oliver's mop of reddish brown hair bobbed up and down as he nodded furiously. "Alright then, let's go." Esther soon joined them carrying a small bag.
"Ready when you are, Oliver," she said, while Oliver nodded.
"Alright then, let's go!" The four of them walked onto the gang plank and onto the ship. The sounds of waves and the creaking of the ship was already familiar to him, as he traveled frequently.
The Captain turned and gave them a hearty greeting. "There you are!"
"Sorry, sir. We got a little sidetracked," Oliver explained. The Captain nodded in understanding.
"The preparations are complete! We sail immediately!"
"Aye, aye, Captain," Oliver cheerfully responded.
Swaine looked over at the crew, dutifully following orders that were bellowed out by the captain. "Weigh an
Ni No Kuni - Swaine's Tale pt 3More Like This
Swaine watched as the city guard hurried to where he sat at the edge of the fountain.
"Sir, they were allowed to see the Cowlipha!"
"Yeah? Oh, is that so?" he smirked as he watched the children emerge from the palace. "Well, well, well. So they got into the palace, did they?" He turned to face the guard. "And what did they talk about?"
"Cheese and restraint was all I could glean," the guard admitted.
Swaine looked up at the guard, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Did they now?" The guard nodded. "Okay, keep me posted on what's going on inside." He looked at the fountain, trying to catch a glimpse of the children as they walked away.
The guard hesitated in his reply, earning a sideways glace. "And... my payment?"
Swaine chuckled out, "Don't worry, you'll get your reward." He looked back to the fountain and smirked. "By the next time we meet, I'll have scored you something decent."
The guard shuffled around uncomfortably. "Do you meen that you will... steal something?" Swa
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
SilenceYourMore Like This
silence kills me
more than words
While I am held
waiting and wondering.
Each passing day
rises new hope
which steadily declines
and leaves me wanting,
I wake to another
you must break this fast
upon my heart
and at last speak.
Mindless MistakeIt was a mindless mistake I didMore Like This
That suddenly ended our good day
Then you don't talk and stayed away
I'm sorry, but can you believe it?
You know I take insults easily
Water dripping off lotus they're
You know I seldom shed a tear
But you should know better about me
The little things can hurt me badly
All the little things which sum up
Those little things my strength do cup
The little things are what can break me
You don't talk or even acknowledge
That I'm no stranger wasting air
For me it's freaking hard to bear
And I don't want you to be on edge
You hide your hand I need to hold on
That I even hold during sleep
In your pocket it's buried deep
I shall let you be so it's withdrawn
Don't leave me alone right beside you
My apologies, hear them out
It'd be bearable if you shout
At me and maybe insult me, too.
This hostile silence I cannot take
It's torturing me, can't you see?
I'll endure it and let you be
It's the punishment for my mistake.
I had hoped I changed for the better
But again a
I'm fineYou say I don't understand youMore Like This
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
maybe you never belonged to meI can still feel the weight of your lips on the curve of my collarbone. Sometimes, it feels paralyzing, crushing, absolute. Sometimes, it feels like home. Like everything.More Like This
I once heard that when you can't fall asleep it means you're awake in someone else's dream. I wonder which one of us was dreaming that night, because everything was too quiet, too easy, too perfect. You used to fall asleep next to me, your body curled against mine. It's a warmth that's not easy to forget. A hidden smile tucked into pillows and sheets. It's easy to think these things will last forever when you're tangled up together. For me, the strings of my life will always be tangled up in yours. Forever tied to you. No matter hard they attempt to fray. To fall apart. To sever.
It's snowing for the first time this year. Soft and gentle, glittering in the sunlight, falling in large flakes, easy and quiet – nothing at all like the storm that rages inside of me, turning up the corners of my heart, throwing shrapnel
You're worth waiting forLet’s take it slow, if you want us to growMore Like This
Our love is our gentle abode, and I just want you to know
That my patience is unknown, but for you, I will hold
I’ll just have to flow, and always remain with hope
Because much time has already passed
And a lot has happened, so sudden and fast
But with each moment, we get closer and forget the past
With each mistake, we start growing, with each, we understand
But now that patience is a big part of my life
I hope that one day, you'll also be mine
It could take a while, it could also be soon
But none of that really matters, because I truly belong to you
IF I SAID.If I said I miss you,More Like This
If I said I do.
Would you know what to do,
And say you miss me too?
If I said I need you,
If I said I do.
Would you stay here,
And wipe away my tears?
If I said I love you,
If I said I do.
Would you fix my broken heart,
And stop tearing me apart?
If I said you mean the world to me,
Would you come back for me…?
Chasing CaliforniaI'm not lying when I say I suck at poetry,More Like This
I have no sense of metaphors or similes.
Don't care about punctuation, I skip my apostrophes.
I do this 'cause my parents told me I should write a symphony.
"You should make a map, of where you want to go, and never look back."
I took that advice; I said I wanted to write.
So here I am, am I'm doing it right?
My targets in sight.
I'm no lyrical genius
But I'm never losing the fight.
I'll never quit ELA, until my hair's grey.
I rather fade away than to have been lit for a day.
Life's a game, and we all want to make the hall of fame.
But is the grass really green-er on the other side?
Is it really possible for all of us to fly?
I want to do this for a living but I'm scared.
I'm talking a hurricane Sandy type fear.
It's not just a passing wave,
To have "Broke as Hell" on my grave.
But if I become a doctor, I'm going to pick up a razor.
I want time to stop for a moment,
I'll hit it with a taser.
I need a moment to think,
KidXCrona AMVhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTJOBxAHniQ&list=LLUyb0t_hjEgxHEvQnJuaJmgMore Like This
Seriously im really proud with how this came out! give it a watch and a comment if you plz
Not A Bad IdeaThe wind blew softly in Cronas hair. Her eyes were glued to the ground, and her hand gripped tightly on her arm. Looking up every once in a while to take a glance at Maka and Death The Kid. They were so happy, it made her sick.More Like This
No, wait, that was mean. She should be happy for Maka. She is happy for Maka. She is...
Jealous of Maka once again.
Crona told Maka that she had slight feelings for Kid, and Maka nodded. Then, she goes around and talks to him a lot. It made Crona think the worst. It made her think that Kid and Maka were together. It made her think that Kid and Maka never liked her. It made her think...
No, Maka would never do such a thing to Crona. Maka loved her like a sister, and the same goes for Crona. Besides, Maka had feelings for Soul.
So, the past few days, what have Maka and Kid been talking about? Why were they always talking to eachother after, and during school?
Were they plotting against Crona? Soul? Were they plotting period?
Crona looked back at the ground when Ma
This Twisted Path Chapter oneMore Like This
Crona sat there waiting in the corner of his cell like room. 'Maka should be here any minute' he thought to him self as he cradled his soft pillow to his chest. It was his first day of trial enrollment at the DWMA. Maka had talked to lord death and Sid about let him stay at the academy, still on the fence if wether Crona could handle Ragnorroc and if he was a threat to the students, after all medusa might very well still be around, lord death told Maka that he would think about it. In the end thou lord death gave him a trial enrollment to see if he could handle being in such a public place so soon. Maka was thrilled that the young boy would be allowed to live. As soon as she herd the news she had rushed to the dungeons and told Crona he could stay.
" your going to go to school Crona!" She shouted grabbing his hand and pulling him off his bed.
" Sc... Sc.. School. School is filled with lots of people. Lots of people means crowded rooms and loud talking I.. I ... I don't think
Soul Eater AU FF- Untitled for nowI remember the first time I set eyes on that dame. It was the winter of 1944, just outside of Brooklyn A peppy little jazz number was being played as she crooned a sad love song on stage. Big D sure did have an eye for talent, I’ll give him that. She had on a slim white dress that sparkled in the bright light. It was an off the shoulder piece that clung to her body like it was a second skin.More Like This
Poor thing sang her heart out to a room of beatnicks that barely even noticed her. And could ya blame them? Each night Big D would bring in a new line of ‘entertainment.’ Just yesterday he had this beautiful brunette on stage, she did some Irish dance…… didn’t talk much though. But when tonight’s dame sang I caught every sad lyric as if she were singing only for me.
“Like something you see?” A sultry voice chimed in on my left.
CrissCross LoveSlow footsteps echoed off the walls of the school hallway as a black and white haired 16 year old boy lingered by, awaiting a certain witch to finally to notice him. Of course he didn't want her to know how much he wanted to see her.More Like This
"Sh-shinigami-kun." A timid voice spoke out.
The thin pink haired girl stood off to the side with her right hand holding her left arm. The movement stuck in the same awkward gesture as always. Her soft pink hair was still in that frustrating uneven style and she still had the same habit to look down at her feet whenever someone spoke to her.
Crona's powdered blue eyes glanced up from under her dark lashes. The girl bit down on her bottom lip making Kid's heart do flip-flops.
Kid's golden eyes looked over at her in relief, but made quick to change his face expression . In truth he didn't want Crona to know how much he craved her attention and presence.
She was very much like a drug that the shinigami had to have all the time.
To an outsider it would just be
Boat (Kid X Crona)I guess I can safely say, we definitely did not have a love at first sight relationship. I mean, it's kinda hard to fall in love with someone when you're supposed to kill them.More Like This
Of course, when you tell your children how you met you met their mother, you tend to leave things like that out...
When I told them, I smiled, and simply said, “we met on a boat.” My kid's liked this answer. Their eyes lit up and my daughter fondly said, “how romantic!”
It wasn't until they were ten that I gave them any details.
“I met your mother on a boat, I was actually on a mission to kill whatever had terrorized the nearby town.”
“Was Mom helping you?”
“N-no... Not exactly...” And with that I told them it was bedtime.
When they were thirteen, and about to enroll in the school, I decided to sit them down and finish the story.
“Now, both of you know we met on a boat, correct?”
I received two yes sir's.
“And you both know I was on a
~Crona's Poem~ (Not sure if it's any good or not)Failure.More Like This
Why couldn't I please you...?
You couldn't even bare to look at me...
That disapproving glare, the disgust with my weakness as a child...
You had no problem with locking me away alone in that awful dark room...
Mother, why do you not love me?
Why did I have to murder Little One to make you proud of me?
All my life, I've been trying to make you proud of me... to make you love me.
But everything I do is another mistake, another failure.
You had me just to experiment with, a guinea pig for the Black Blood...for Ragnarok.
He's so awful to me you know, mother....
He teases me, beats me, yells at me... don't you even care?
No, of course not... you have much more important things to attend to...
I can't seem to put all my trust in anyone...
I can't keep acting so happy here because I know it will be soon ripped apart.
Alice of Human SacrificeMore Like This
"Aru tokoro ni, chiisa na yume ga arimashita. Dare ga mita no ka wakaranai,
sore wa chiisa na yume deshita. Chiisa na yume wa omoimashita.
Kono mama kiete iku no wa iya da.
Dousureba, hito ni boku o mite moraeru darou.
chiisa na yume wa kangaete kangaete, soshite tsui ni omoitsukimashita.
Ningen o jibun no naka ni mayoikomasete, sekai o tsukurasereba ii to."
ichibanme ARISU wa isamashiku ken o katate ni, fushigi no kuni.
ironna mono o kirisutete, makka na michi o shiite itta.
sonna ARISU wa, mori no oku.
tsumibito no you ni tojikomerarete.
mori ni dekita michi igai ni, kanojo no sei o shiru sube wa nashi.
nibanme ARISU wa otonashiku uta o utatte, fushigi no kuni.
ironna oto o afuresasete, kurutta sekai o umidashita.
sonna ARISU wa, bara no hana.
ikareta otoko ni uchikorosarete.
makka na hana o ichirin sakase minna ni mederare karete yuku.
sanbanme ARISU wa osanai ko. kirei na sugata de, fushigi no kuni.
ironna hito o madowasete, okashi na kuni o tsukuriageta.
sonna ARISU wa, k
The Keeper Chp 1The KeeperMore Like This
My cab driver runs us into a wall
Scribble, scribble look up scribble, scribble, scribble, peer around, scribble, scribble, scribble
This is just me entertaining myself in my class, about one week before the end of school. This means that I would leave my junior high and head off to high school, which is pretty creepy. I still can't see myself in high school; I mean thinking about it is so nerve racking. Plus I'm so short, how would I be able to survive?!
Anyway, I was in my language arts class being bored yet again. We were watching a poetry video with a whole bunch of poets sharing their work. Some of them were pretty interesting. Funny? Yes. Some on the other hand were just too serious and boring for my taste. I really felt like doing something else but Mrs. Sadler, my teacher, told us to put everything away and concentrate on the video. And of course I didn't listen.
I love drawing, and I mean love. Everyone draws when there little, but o
The Keeper Chp 28The KeeperMore Like This
It's on like Donkey Kong
He screamed pretty loud in my head and outside of my head. I actually jumped in surprise. What the heck was going on? I turned around and saw that someone had given him a ball about the size of his hand. I'm not gonna lie, it looked like a Pokéball.
Apparently everyone else in the room was on the same page but me. Again, anyone who didn't get a present screamed in protest that they wanted that gift. But what the heck is that gift? I mean Shadow got pretty excited when he got it, and I've never seen him get excited about anything!
He walked back to where Warrior, Mist, and I were sitting. The strange and almost freaky part was the smile on his face.
"Dude, so lucky!" Warrior said as he looked at the "Pokéball".
"Oh man, wanna trade?" Mist offered. Though I'm not sure how a Pokéball and a DS XL would be a fair trade.
"Hell no, I ain't trading this!" He scolded, but for some reason it was in a playful manner. If that even
Originalshipping: AntidoteMore Like This
It was just like any other day. Red would be challenged by some random unskillful Pokemon trainer, defeat them with ease and move on. That was beginning to become a daily ritual to the former champion. He may have given up the title three years ago, but hundreds of other trainers and people still see him as the champion.
They considered it some form of 'honor' to battle Red no matter how badly they lost.
Truth be told. Red was getting sick of this false honor his challengers would spout out seconds before the battle began. More often than not it made his stomach churn and ache. He felt a hole beginning to form in his heart. He felt lonely and forgotten.
Champion. What did it mean to be the Champion of the Pokemon League?
It'd been so long since Red became the Champion he had forgotten what it truly felt like. He vaguely remembered being excited to have defeated Green. That's when the hole in his heart began to rip open.
Of course Red had his beloved Pokemon. They recognized him as Red,
10 Things I Wish I Could Tell You1.More Like This
Didn’t you ever find it creepy while we dated?
You were 14 and I was 17 at the time.
That’s a pretty large age gap.
Thinking back, it’s pretty fucking weird that I was ever in love with you in the first place.
A few years older, and I would have been a pedophile.
So I’m kind of glad you dumped me for no reason ‘cause
I don’t have the heart to tell people
Oh it’s not what you think!
It’s not a three year difference – it’s a…2 ½ year difference. Not the same…
Don’t you ever find it weird that we kept our relationship so low-key?
None of our closest friends knew we were ever together.
We would talk a hell of a lot about each other with them
But we never once mentioned we were dating.
We only met with each other after school
And I would tell my parents that I was going to meet up with “frien
Pirate England x Reader Chap. 2More Like This
Pirate England x Reader Chap. 2
WHAT'S TO BE EXPECTED
Ready for some more pirate adventures, lassies and lads?
Here you go, enjoy!
Arthur felt his eyes widen with panic, 'PRINCE!? You mean that guy I just punched and stole his clothes was...was Prince Williams!?' Arthur snapped out of confusion and tried to explain to the valet. "No, no, I'm not who you think I am, I'm actually-" The valet gently pulled his master to the carriage. "Come, my Highness, we must be going now! We're on a tight schedule!"
Arthur looked around and saw people were now bowing down to him, 'Not good! This is not good!' Arthur thought in a panic. He tried to get the valet's attention, but the valet gripped Arthur's wrist tighter. "Really, sir! What has gotten into you?! We must get going this instant!"
"NO, NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND-" He was cut off by the valet. "Please, your highness, this is ge
FACEFamilyXChild!Reader New FamilyMore Like This
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Ms. (Mom's Name) (Last Name)." The quiet blond with glasses told the receptionist at the hospital desk.
"Can I get your name, sir?" She asked in reply as she looked up from the computer screen.
The young man adjusted his glasses that framed his violet eyes. "Matthew Williams, I'm a good friend." he replied.
The nurse nodded and typed something up on her computer, she clicked the mouse and looked up again. "She's in the left wing of the ICU. Room 16."
Matthew nodded at her. "Thank you." He turned on his heel and made a brisk walk to the ICU of the hospital.
His good friend, (Mom's Name) had been sick for years. And today was the day that her sickness was getting the best of her. What was the worst of it, was that she had an adorable daughter of six. (Mom's Name)'s husband killed himself in a drunk driving accident and left his wife to take care of the child. Matthew helped of course, (Mom's Name) was his best friend! (Name) was practically a daughter to him
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
The World's Greatest ActorThe World’s Greatest Actor, now a father, prepared lunch for his three children. Humming to himself happily, he slathered pieces of bread with peanut butter and jelly. He put them each into individual plastic containers, then the containers into brightly coloured cloth bags along with plums and juice boxes. He wanted to make sure they ate healthy but enjoyed what they ate. He was rewarded with their smiles when his three children came running in. An elder girl in grade two, followed by a twin boy and girl who were in kindergarten, greeted him. He said good morning and picked them all up in a bear hug, kissing them each on the forehead. They laughed and ran to eat their breakfasts, cereal which he had poured for them. When they were done, he followed them up the stairs to make sure each one of them brushed their teeth, washed their hands, and picked up their school bags. He watched them shove their carefully packed lunches into their bags and run out the front door. He stood withMore Like This
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.More Like This
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired
Asymmetriphobia"No I can't go on like this..."More Like This
( No, let it go! )
"I should die..."
( No, don't say that... )
"Did I really forget..."
( Let it go. Let it go. )
"...to fold the edge of the toilet paper into a triangle!"
( Oh give me a break! )
Side by side, two by two,
back to back, it's nothing new.
Take your time, do it right,
lose control, own the night!
Don't let it control you,
don't let it control you!
Don't let it hold you,
don't let it hurt you!
Ah, this asymmetrical mayhem!
( Mayhem! Mayhem! )
This is how it goes,
chill through my spine,
and down through my toes.
If not the toilet paper,
then the stripes in my hair.
The guns in my hands,
I don't even care!
...well, yes... yes I do.
( Awwww... )
Side by side, two by two,
back to back, it's nothing new.
Take your time, do it right,
lose control, own the night!
"I should die...
I cannot be defeated by toilet paper."
Car Crash - Dean x Reader‘Please can I drive the car?’ you asked sweetly, kissing the corner of Dean’s mouth.More Like This
‘How many times do you have to ask?’ he sighs annoyed, but he still wraps his arms around your waist.
‘Until you say yes,’ you breathe against his lips. He goes in to kiss you but you pull your head away. His arms tighten around you, stopping you from escaping.
‘Nope, no kisses for you until you let me drive for once,’ you tease.
‘Why does it mean so much to you?’ Dean asks while he kisses your head.
‘I’ve never drove the Impala and you love that car. I think it’s time for me to meet the competition.’
Dean leaned in again but this time you didn’t pull away.
‘Fine, you win,’ he said.
You brush your lips against his and he nips at your lower lip. You jump out of his grasp and grab the keys.
‘Come on then!’ you shouted, running outside.
‘See, nothing to worry about,’ you said
Old Records“I’m telling you, Sam,” Dean sighed, sifting aimlessly through a pile of old papers with the barrel of his shotgun. “It’s not here.”More Like This
After almost two hours of searching their father’s old storage bunker, Dean was starting to grow restless; he had been more than a little skeptical to begin with, but after scouring every inch of the filing cabinets, the desks, and the rows upon rows of shelves, he was quickly beginning to lose interest in the hunt. John’s lock-up was little more than a junkyard, chock-full of dusty books and rusting antiques, and Dean was willing to bet that their mysterious artifact wasn’t to be found.
“Just, give it some time, Dean,” came Sam’s impatient reply, his head bent and eyes scanning the pages of a leather-bound book that he had found. “We haven’t driven all the way here to give up.”
“Yeah, like you drove,” the older brother retorted with a scowl, casting his
Sex.Love is lustingMore Like This
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
if you do-
is a vex;
for the worse.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Like the word unheard.
and with luck -
But those who care
Those who live
But what is life
A goddamn vex.
Love itI feel your hands in my hair.More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
Blank Character SheetBlank Character SheetMore Like This
(Just For You)
Special Eye Traits:
Missing Body Parts:
Feelings towards Religion:
Feelings towards Politics:
Feelings towards Family:
Feelings towards Friends:
Likes About Self:
Dislikes About Self:
Types of Food Likes:
Types of Food Dislikes:
A cure for Writers Block.More Like This
Welcome! Here you will find a new exciting miracle cure for writers block!
1. Print the attached net for a 3d block.
2. Assemble the cube (Apply Ducttape as needed)
3. Get a hammer and smash the block into nothing (Fists of fury work just as well)
4. You have just destroyed a writers block Conglatulations! You have win!
5. (Optional) Be very thankful and send all your money to me
(Warning. May not cure writers block. May waste time, paper and glue. If you feel dizzy while following this tutorial please stop sniffing the glue)
Borderlands - Part Five - A Desert FlowerBeatrix woke up with a slight startle to a loud shriek. She whipped out the Maliwan corrosive pistol and pointed it.More Like This
There was no one.
"Mordecai?" She asked loudly. There was no response and it was in the dead of night.
She quickly got up off her sleeping perch and began to search. In her previous experience when there was no sound; It was usually a bad thing.
There were footprints in the dirt, light of them by the looks and soon she eyed a shiny dark liquid on the ground.
"How interesting." A female voice chuckled with a sarcastic tone, "I must say I've been watching you for sometime..."
Again, she whipped the pistol in all directions, but nothing. No one. No sounds except that of her own thumping heartbeat.
"Oh don't bother. I'd worry about your friends first."
Beatrix's body tensed as she leaned down and touched the dark liquid on the ground, blood.
Her eyes widened in realization as she followed the trail to a body, "No... No, no, no."
But as she reached the silhouette of the bodie
Dark!Country!Reader X Pirate!England [Part 6]More Like This
"You do know you're never going to get anything out of me, right?"
You watched England as he paced back and forth in front of your cell, muttering to himself every so often under his breath before pausing, asking another question, getting distracted, getting frustrated, then doing it all over again. You had been messing with him for hours, using a countless number of tactics to easily distract him and lead him away from his original question- all the while you lay comfortably on your side, arm propped up and head resting on your open palm, looking perfectly content despite the filth of the prison around you. 'At least in English prisons they feed you even if you just led a march of death and destruction across their lands...' you mused, wondering for a brief moment why they hadn't so much as tortured you yet. Surely they didn't think that putting you in some damp, dirty little cell would actually do anything?
"Honestly England, do you intend to bore me to death? If
Yes, Sir (Drunk!Levi x Reader)More Like This
A night in New York City. Supposedly the proud parent of romantic encounters around the numerous landmarks, gigantic blow out parties in the hottest night clubs, and the ritziest people found on every high end block.
Now, if someone could explain how that translated to you dragging a drunken Mr. Ackerman home, that would be just lovely.
Beginnings are the best place to start things, so let's roll back a few hours. The annual company bash was in full swing, the windows of the office's lobby reverberating with the noise. You weren't sure if a single coworker was sober outside yourself. Even the sullen Mikasa had a pink tint to her cheeks, and the company's President, Erwin, looked a bit tipsy.
The law-firm of Rose, Sina, and Maria were celebrating their fifth year of being an economic empire. The money couldn't be stopped from rolling in, and said circumstances meant bonuses. Everyone had a reason to celebrate the extra change in their pockets. You had planned for the event for an extens
~*~ ZER0 X READER CHAPTER 3~*~ ( BORDERLANDS 2 )~*~ZER0/ZERO x READER~*~More Like This
(( WARNING: SWEARING, REFRENCES TO SEXUAL ACTIVITIES, SPOILERS, SHITTY FUCKING ROMANCE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED >:II ))
-Le Flash back of awesome-
"Who the fuck are you?" Axton questioned.
-Le Flash back of awesome over, sorry know you love them ;D-
"I-I.....Um, I-I'm ____..." You said both frightened and nervous.
"____? Well, ____... what are you doing here, in a bandit camp, hiding in a bush?" He asked.
"It's kind of a long story...." You rubbed the back of your neck.
"I got time." He sat on the ground in front of you, stubbornly. (SORRY IF HE'S OOC OR SOMETHIN :c)
"Oh....well YOU SEE" you laughed nervously "It's a funny story really, so it all started when I player borderlands two with a friend..."
-LE TIMESKIP AFTER YOUR STORY-
"Uh-huh....and you're expecting me to believe that why exactly?" Axton sarcastically-ish asked.
"Because it's the only story I got?" You said, nervous that he was going to shoot you or something.
There was silence for a long moment, con
Neko Axis x Reader (x F.A.C.E)Neko Axis x Reader (x F.A.C.E)More Like This
(name) was going through the streets of (hometown) and tried to repress what happened earlier that evening. It was Christmas day, which meant two things;
One; She was going to celebrate with her two fathers, Arthur and Francis. But also with her older brothers Alfred and Matthew.
Two; She was the one that would keep an eye on them all when the four men started to drink. And according to (name) that was never fun.....
~Flash back is brought to you by Christmas (Yay!)~
It all started like always. They siblings would come around at lunch time to their parents house, and praying it was papa France that was cooking and not England. Some years they were lucky- some year they weren't, but today their prays were answered. Then they would watch a Christmas movie, and because it was Alfred's turn to choose movie they ended up with a Christmas horror movie that wasn't even that scary. Well, at least if you asked everyone else besides Alfred
Tony x Sick!Agent! Reader GermsMore Like This
Tony was tinkering in his basement/lab/garage for vintage cars, updating one of his fifty suits. "Highway to Hell" was blasting on his stereo. He learned the hard way head banging didn't mix with welding all that well a few seconds ago. He was welding a crack in his armor shut while he was lip syncing and just rocking out to the song when he accidentally burnt his hand with the welder's flame. He yelped at the pain and dropped his welder, cutting the metal table his was working on during the process. "Ow! God...oh...that hurt..."
"Sir, all you alright?"
"Yes, JARVIS...when I'm totally okay I yell in pain because I feel like it," Tony said as sarcastically as he could. He really needs to install JARVIS a sarcasm detector or a joke detector or something. While blowing on his hand, he headed to the first aid kit. When he opened it, he groaned in frustration. "JARVIS, where are the bandages?"
"You used them the last time you hurt yourself, sir. You forgot to get more."
Steve X IceMutant!Reader Ice Castle Prt 2More Like This
"Name: (Last Name), (First Name). Date of birth: (Your Birthday, month and day only), 1989. Birth place: (Birth Place). Eye color: (Eye Color). Hair: (Hair Color), (Hair Length). Height: (Height). Weight: (Weight). Threat of S.H.I.E.L.D: Has powers of ice and frost. Potentially guilty of: The 2013-2014 Polar Vortex, the late freezing of Iowa, Kansas, and Missouri in May of 2013, the frost-bitten produce of 2013 and 2014, and the New Ice Age in the state of Florida."
Steve sighed at the report of (Name) and plopped it on his desk at home. He still couldn't believe that the soldiers opened fire on her after he said to lower their weapons. Sometimes, things like this make him wonder why he joined S.H.I.E.L.D in the first place. They don't take orders like they used to. Fury was right, times have only gotten harder and weirder after the War.
The phone rang, snapping Steve out of his thoughts. He got up from his chair and went up to the phone. Before he answered, he put in
Black Butler X Reader Meow- Part 6Grell stopped the chainsaw right over ____'s heart.More Like This
-"What is it, Bassy? Im a very busy woman, you know." Grell said with a michevious look in his eye.
-"Make ___ become a Shinigami like you!" Sebastian blurted out without thinking.
-Grell seemed to ponder the thought for a bit, then he replied with a toothy grin. "Now come, sweet Bassy. Why would I do that? With this brat out of the way, I might have another chance with you~!"
-"Make her one and i will," he stopped before mumbling under his breath," go out with you."
-"Oh, Bassy! I will make her one! So what time will you pick me up tonight?" Grell said, making kissy lips.
Sebastian shuddered as Grell picked up ___. He blew a kiss to Sebastian and leaped out the window. Ciel fell to the floor holding his sides, laughing. Sebastian shot a death glare at him.
-"Might I ask, whats so funny?" Sebastian said, giving a look that could kill.
-"You have to go out with Grell!" Ciel hiccuped.
I awoke in a strange ro
Fairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven ZerefMore Like This
“I believe we are at number fifteen.” Happy stood in front of everyone with a dreamy look in his eyes. “Aye, who would have thought this little idea of mine would have been so popular. I know I've said it before, but I'm still amazed.” He pretended to wipe away a tear. “Anyway, let's just get the next player up here already. I don't want to ruin the mood.”
“I'm number fifteen. So, that means I'm next, right?” Not giving Happy a chance to answer, you made your way up to the front and happily slammed your number card on the bar. Not willing to wait, you immediately started digging around in the bucket for an item. “This had better be good.” Reaching all the way down to the bottom, you wrapped your fingers around a thin chain and pulled it to the top. Connected to that chain was a small circular pendant. “Who could this belong to. I know I've seen this somewhere before.”
Though he hadn't eve
DerealizationI was calling youMore Like This
As my cold
Fingers hit the
Metal keypad I
Prayed to God that
You weren't going to
And it was
Because before I
Met you I never
Prayers could even
As the clarion
Phone rang on and
On I could feel the
Doubt trickling back into
My mind like an icy
River rushing to meet a
Waterfall, and I
Knew I was going
To fly over the
Edge if I didn't get
Myself out of the
And it was
Because before I
Met you I always
Flying was a
As the vibrations of
Your voice traveled
Through the line I heard
It crackle and fizz until
Every syllable was
Every hint of warmth was
Engulfed by a static void
And all I was able to
Detect was a mere
Vestige of whom I
Knew you to be;
You had become a
Stranger, and I
And it was
Because before I
Met you I never
Distance could actually
As we started to
Run out of canned
Witticisms to share I
Forced myself to
Ask you if we would
Ever be me
CatharsisI didn't know I had depression until I turned around one day and found someone else in the same boat. It had never occurred to me that you could have depression and not know it and after sitting down with myself and having a good long think I came to the awful realization that it's been ten years. Ten. Years.More Like This
Ten years of being incapable of feeling the entire breadth of human emotion; only degrees of anger I couldn't control or understand, knowing that I was behaving completely irrationally and being unable to stop, driving away family and the precious few friends that had managed to find me and could no longer hang on to the maelstrom I had become.
It has been a never-ending rollercoaster traveling through a dream world where everything runs at quarter speed. Brief bursts of enthusiasm and passion over anything and nothing that send me shooting up to the clouds, only to creep slowly over the hill at the top, a creep that can take days or mere hours, before the car goes plunging
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
Bad ShotEverydayMore Like This
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,More Like This
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.