Chapter 11: KittenButter watched on as Haru rubbed her arms again and again.More Like This
“Are you alright?”
Butter couldn’t help but feel choked by life and its burdens. The dream she had seemed so real, and out of everything she learned, she still had more questions than answers. What had she done wrong? Why was her brother always in harm’s way? Why couldn't she protect him?
She felt like she should tell Scotch about her dream, but she knew it would only frighten him. How long could she keep him in the dark? Surely if she was in his predicament she would want to know. However, Scotch was weaker than Butter, both physically and mentally. The news would just crush him.
As the blue point looked down at her, she couldn’t help but feel sour towards him and his role in her life, yet a little part of her was saddened. His fate was to be killed, not for being corrupt but for the slim chance that he could turn evil. She could not fathom killing someone who had done no wrong, that had committed
Chapter 10: DreamButter shot her body up, gulping in the air around her. The sky above was beginning to be swallowed by darkness. The dark elements reached its shadowy fingers across the sky, spreading them, devouring all light. The individuals that resided here would soon be engulfed by this darkness. The lands were set ablaze, cats scattered all around, their bodies bruised and defiled. The smell of the air rested in the nose and on the tongue. There was no hope here. The stench rummaged through her nose, the abuse reminding her of the mistake that she had made.More Like This
Standing still, the sound of her breath and the roaring fires around had been the only noises being made. There was silence now. What had happened? How did everyone die? Why was she spared?
“Sister…” She heard a pained voice utter.
She turned her head and saw her brother. His eyes devoid of life, a large gash on his forehead spewed crimson liquid down his face, staining his light blue shirt. His white ears twitched, sending
Chapter 9: Secret FoeKokoro sat upon a tree branch, looking down at a river that slithered its way through a meadow, up into the mountains. It was a beautiful view. Euteria was magical, in its own way. She felt like she was safe here. She did not know many of the cats that resided in this place, but she did admire the beauty within their domain. Why, then, did she feel so trapped? No one knew what her life was like, what she had been through. She wished to leave it that way, but a small bit of her yearned to let it out.More Like This
She longed to tell someone that the master who Butter and her friends despised, was in fact the very human she had been hired by to spy upon the young flame point. It was her own master whom was friends with Ren. They had made a pact, which was why Iris had been freed. Her master felt that Iris was too rebellious and would not agree to the order, so he dismissed her leaving Kokoro to do the job. As much as it pained her, she knew defying her masters’ orders would never be possible.
Chapter 8: ClashHaru let his mouth drop open slightly until he caught himself, “The male flame point holds more power than he comprehends.”More Like This
The elder nodded, “This is precisely why, when the time is right, we tell him of that power. If Butter successfully falls for you and kills her master, and Scotch knowing of the outcome will not hesitate to save her.”
Haru sat back in his chair, rubbing his head, “Scotch is very noble but his sister would never allow him to do such a thing as to sacrifice himself.”
The elder grimaced, “That is why we will not make it known to her. As you know, Scotch is the switch that enables Butter’s magic. We need that magic and cannot afford it to be switched off by any means. This is a type of power I have only sensed in Ren, so it is only fitting that his own prized possession was the one factor that lead him to his downfall.”
Haru nodded, “Then where do we go from here?”
The elder adjusted himself within the
Chapter 7: Little TreasureA throbbing pain hammered her head, like a blunt object beating into her skull repeatedly.More Like This
“Take a deep breath.” Uttered a voice, but it was muffled and displaced. The tone and volume would gradually grow louder, and then fade ever so softly to a whisper.
“What? Why…Why am I here?” she answered, fluttering her eyelids open, trying to focus her eyes on the setting around her.
“We can use her to get to him.” A murmur came from her right.
“This can finally be the key to destroying the humans.” Another voice said from the left.
“Silence yourselves!” a familiar tone whispered back harshly.
Butter slowly leaned her body up, only to hear the continuous whispers erupt again.
“Oh she awakens!” another voice penetrated her ears, “She must be informed!”
She rubbed her head as her vision slowly came back to see a strange scene laid out before her. She was inside what appeared to be castle grounds; the tall s
Chapter 6: The PactIris knelt, leaning forward to smell the ground as she inhaled the fleeing scent of Butter's aroma. It would be fairly easy for her to trace the scent back to the castle, as long as she followed this trail.More Like This
Scotch puffed out his tail in anger.
“I said you are going the wrong way! Why won’t you listen to me!?”
Kokoro hushed him.
“Be patient, she has a reason for doing so.”
Iris stood up and turned towards the remaining twin.
“Your master has altered the surroundings to your house, the path in which you are used to has changed. The only way for us to find your sister is to follow this trail. It will take some patience but we have to keep moving to find her in time.”
Kokoro nodded and Iris fled towards the direction of the scent, the others running close behind her.
“What do you think he is doing to Butter?!” Scotch yelled out to Iris, but she only shook her head.
“I have no idea.” But she did know. She knew every little th
Chapter 5: Caged“I know what you yearn to do to your master. I can help you accomplish such a task, but only with your help. If you agree, I can remove the bells from your body.” The blue point said.More Like This
Butter's ears perked up in interest. Were her prayers finally to be answered? Was meeting this feral cat fate? To finally roam around Euteria without fear of her master following her or harming her was something she had been dreaming about. Since she was born her master would beat her, ranging from a single slap to a full fledged attack depended upon whether or not the master was in a good mood. This meant most of the beatings she received were as a result from something she did not do. She had not tried to escape before because she couldn’t bear to leave her mother and Scotch in such an awful place. Her mother had passed away in the last six months, and now the entire brunt of the beatings were inflicted on Butter. Butter had tried desperately to keep quiet so that her brother could liv
Chapter 4: Blue PointButter released the air from her lungs, turning it into an eerie mist in the frigid night air. Her ears stood up straight on end, and her tail twitched back and forth anxiously. She hated being here, her master knew that—but he did not care. He only saw her as a pretty face, a breed to attract potential suitors. It was simple really, her master wanted to find her a perfect mate—one that was wild—in hopes to create a unique blood line, one that no one else has ever discovered. He desired to create a cross between a flame point and a blue point. The master wanted to produce a white tailed cat with soft, glowing blue tips, mixed all together with Butter's subtle orange hue. Butter was merely a pawn for the masters sick game, but fortunately for her, not a single blue point has stood up to the masters standards. She was a perfect flame point to her masters’ eyes, so only a perfect blue point could equal her flawlessness.More Like This
The moonlight shined on Butter now, making he
Soul x Maka part 1It had been a couple of weeks since the Kishin had been defeated, Maka and the others hadMore Like This
already got back into their normal routine. Shinigami-Sama hadn't made Soul into a death
death scythe because it was only Maka that delt the final blow. Soul had been pretty pissed
about it but he calmed down after a week yet he still seemed to be acting weird.
Maka woke early one morning to the sound of the front door slamming. She jumped up out
of bed, "Soul?" She ran to the door only to find a note stuck to it,
Gone out, don't worry
"Where the hell has he gone at this time!" Maka shouted as Blair hopped onto the side.
"Meow, Maybe he went out for some air, Soul-kun's been acting weird lately."
Maka nodded in agreement, "Ummm....He has been acting weird, I wonder why?" Maka said,
as she made her way back to her room to get dressed for school. what did he mean don't worry?
how could she not worry if he just took off like that?
"Damn Soul," Maka thought as she brushed through her hair,
Are you okay? SoulMakaDancing along the moonlit grass, the pale blonde's hand was slipping from his with insecurities of being his partner. She peered down, trying to avoid his deep eyes. Her feet were placed on top of his, as he allowed it, so he would be able to lead their dance without whom being stepped on.More Like This
His sharp, velvet voice made her tremble, as she slowly looked up at him. "S-soul?"
"Are you okay?" he gripped their hands in a more firm position, preventing hers from falling to her sides.
"Mh-hm." she fake-smiled and nodded, not wanting for him to care for her then. He dropped their hands and sighed.
"This isn't really working." he scratched his head, confused.
"We're just trying to find our centers and relax." Maka pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "Simple as that. This will do us good the next time we see a witch or anything like that."
"I know that." he rolled his eyes at his know-it-all technician. "But you're not even concentrating. You're dazing off."
She looked straight into h
Soul Eater - NotMore Like This
Soul entered the apartment with a huge sigh. He had had a long day of dealing with feelings he had never felt before. He had been thinking about them for a long time, but it was to much and to hard to think about at the moment.
He walked into the living room expecting to see his meister reading or watching a movie. Instead, he found her asleep on the couch in a tank top that was riding up almost to showing her bra. Her feet were propped up on the arm of the couch making her skirt slide up with her book resting open on her chest.
He stopped in his tracks to stare at the sleeping girl. Did she really have to tempt him so bad? "You don't see me as a guy do you?" he said, leaning over her. Their faces so close that his hair brushed her face.
"Hey Maka, wake up," he said, poking her cheek, "Your going to get sick if you sleep her with your stomach exposed."
"Noooooo," she whined, batting at him, making
InfluenceMore Like This
Author's Note: I was bored and had a bunch of random ideas going through my head. I also haven't written a Soul/Maka centralized fic in FOREVER. So here we go.
Maka is concerned with the way Soul spends his free time and who he spends it with. Confronting the situation can only go so well. *ONE SHOT*
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater
The bond between men was a fascinating one, but it could also be frustrating. They could hate each other one moment and go about their day as if they didn't just attempt the beat the living shit out of each other the next. In fact, depending on how close the male friendship was, the more concerned the female counterparts should probably be.
A bromance. That's what it was called right? It was disturbing really. A completely heterosexual love between two grown men that could make any self respecting woman jealous. Well if there was any one on Earth that despise
Rise of the Guardians: Believers OathI believe in the GuardiansMore Like This
In The Sandman
Jack Frost and
I swear to live by the lessons they have
taught me and to follow the paths they have guided me down
To cherish memories
Believe in hope
See the Wonder in all things
and to have Fun
I will always believe in the Guardians for
they have been with me since I was young and
will be with me till my days end
And I will continue to believe so that they may
forever be there to guard us
and our childhoods will never die
ROTG - When Children DieToothiana was sobbing.More Like This
It was horrible to hear, impossible to fathom. With every shaking breath, a cry of immeasurable loss issued from her lips. Her entire body was quaking, and her listless wings shimmered like teardrops in the shifting candlelight. In either hand she held two small, bejeweled cylinders. Each cylinder had an exclusive image of a child’s smiling face painted on one end, and was flattened on one side to form a sort of decorative door. On the ground before her, in three rows of five and one row of three, lay eighteen other cylinders. The small, circular cases shone in the flickering light, and as Tooth glanced up briefly to look upon each memento, a fresh wave of anguish overtook her and she once again succumbed to weeping.
Not one of the other Guardians could console her. They, too, were wracked with sorrow, for twenty children... twenty precious, unique, wonderful children... were dead.
North’s great shoulders shook, caving inwards, bearing a weight of gri
Audreydear girl i sit by in englishMore Like This
this is for you.
this is for you because you are
the dreamer of impossible dreams, and the
doer of improbable things.
this is for you, because
you balance on two legs when your life
is spinning out of control
and poetry will always confuse you.
you love fudge brownies like you love
every single guy you like.
for so long, the only thing i knew about you
was the fact that you liked reptiles in second grade.
this is for you, because
you walk around swim meets without pants
and brush your hair in the bathroom before lunch.
you're a mess of contradictions and the most
securest insecure person i have ever met.
this is for you because
i still feel guilty about the reptile thing and
you once begged me to use the line,
"you played fruit ninja with my heart" in a love poem.
this is for you because
you told me in third grade that
grace, everyone has the thing they're best ató
ady's the artist, you're the writer, mili's the smartest.
what am i? what's my niche?