The Toymaker...Ah my dear, how are you feeling?More Like This
Not too uncomfortable I hope...
You see, you are another,
A wondrous being, handpicked by me,
For you are perfect.
Before you start screaming,
Before all that noise and unpleasantry befouls these soft red lips.
I've taken the liberty of removing your tongue...
Wag, wag, wag;
That's all it was doing when I extracted it.
Like some, infectious insect
But oh, I shouldn't raise my voice.
That's not very proper of me, hehe.
Now, let's put some markings on you.
Mmm - I'm going to have to get rid of all this, excess.
You see, I can't have a toy that's all bulging in the wrong places.
Dolls are slim, dolls are pretty.
So no, we can't have that...
We'll just slowly slide this tiny slip of metal.
Shlip, shlop, shlip, shlop - and pull!
You see, you see?
It comes right off, like a laye
Still Missing YouMore Like This
I thought I was past this,
That I was done feeling this way.
But why is it you that I still miss
And think about some days.
It appears you have moved on,
And I thought I did too.
I'm trying to be strong
And figure out what to do.
But I can't stop thinking about it,
Can't help but remember all the fun we had.
A possibility inside my mind has been lit,
And this idea has been driving me mad.
Could there still be a chance for us?
Could we start it up again?
I don't want to leave what we had in the dust,
So what does this mean for us then?
Maybe I should just come right out
And say what has been on my thoughts.
What happened has made me doubt
What I originally thought were my wants.
I miss you.
I miss us.
With these thoughts, I'm not sure what to do.
And I don't know who else to trust.
I can't just go up to my friends and say this,
What would they think about my choices now?
But I can't help what I feel and miss.
I'm still trying to figure out how!
I mean, how can this happen?
How can this
MoriartyI met you with Molly,More Like This
Wore clothes to seduce,
Left hints here and there,
A little something to deduce.
John talks in your place,
I knew there and then:
To get through to you,
I had to use your one friend.
Had people on the inside,
Broke into the tower.
Found not guilty for it,
Just playing for power.
Came round to your house;
A visit was due.
Engraved with a knife,
The letters I, O and U.
Richard Brooks is my name.
No-one will believe you,
Play along with the game.
With help from your brother,
There are truths interweaved,
With the lies and deceits,
So it’s easier to believe.
The knights told the king,
And they came round at last.
Now Sir Boast-a-lot’s ‘feats’
Are a thing of the past.
But you ran hand-in-hand,
Behind buildings you’d dart.
Nearly got yourself killed,
On the way to St. Bart’s.
Mrs Hudson’s been shot,
But you don’t leave with John.
For you know it was a distraction,
A red herring, a con.
Up to the ro
Love Potion? [England x Reader]More Like This
The magenta-tinged mixture simmered as Arthur checked his spells and potions book again. This time, his creation needed to be perfect- if he could even achieve it, that is. It seemed as if everything was in order; he had cooked and collected all his desired ingredients, adding them to the potion in a precise momentum.
You face suddenly decides to swim back into his mind, and a momentary flush takes over his features as he thinks over just what he was planning to do. As much as he tried to not confront the issue, it was becoming increasingly evident that the country had become smitten with you. There wasn’t a day that went be that he didn’t think about you or something about you.
Taking a flask and collecting some of the liquid swirling in the cauldron, we set it down gingerly on the table attempting to somehow distract himself from his feelings for a moment. Unwrapping a couple of brightly colored candies he had previously pu