This Is What She Does.The screen flickers on, and it revealed Zeke, with his head down, antennae back, and shaking slightly.
"Why? After... all... the shit I've been through... why would she do this to me...?" he lifts his head up to reveal the eyepatch on his right eye, and the scars above, and beneath it, that the eyepatch failed to cover. "That's all I can ask now... 'Why'..." he slams his fist down suddenly, his eye filling with tears.
"After all I've done for her! All I've sacrificed! All I've given up and had torn away from me to be with her! Hell, even my own brother wouldn't speak to me because of her!" his blue-grey eye, filled with hatred, hurt, and utter sadness, seemed to turn into liquid crystal as the tears ran down his face. "Why...?" he asked, again, though knowing he wouldn't get a response. He choked down a sob, his normally composed and proper self, now an utter mess. "S-Sin... my love... my... promised wife has... left me. She took our daughter, and she left me.
CheatsThe light makes cheatsMore Like This
of us both,
so we change clothes
in the greedy dark
or thinking twice.
We do not touch,
our skin afraid to lose
or breathe too close.
We pass in the street
but do not acknowledge
in the glare of taxi cabs
or the stiff pull of elevators.
We do not rub elbows
or let our shoulder blades
But I would know you
anywhere - any place
the sun is uneasy
and the skin of us
or strangers are told
in another direction.
EggsYou didn't eatMore Like This
all my sins
that last night
you were in the city.
You said the taste
what you remembered -
no herbs or rocket
or strong black
fell from my bones -
a roast of haunch,
delicate as almonds.
You thought it would be
the spoiled yellow
and just enough
to keep you
HungryI arrive hungry -More Like This
like last night's wine,
my mouth full of you.
Dinner is a dying art you say,
tucking a napkin
over my lap.
First course -
something you feed me
with your hands
poised in flight.
Main course -
I wear a blindfold;
you have a spoon
between your lips,
daring me to bite.
collected in a cup.
I can taste
the morsel of your skin
just a tease
upon my tongue
WinterA dream of silver coins and gossamerMore Like This
of frankincense and sacred myrrh
tugging, gently tugging at the coverlet
the draperies drawn,
the candles lit.
Winter's wizened face and beard sent packing
by the blazing willow log
a'crackling, gently crackling in the fireplace
the shivered wind
leads on apace
These dreams to warm us lingering like a balm,
and cider mulled with cardamom
bubbling, gently bubbling in a bowl
blots out the wind
and shuns the cold.
BeadsAnd I will weaveMore Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
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Cloned to die : Clone x Romano x readerMore Like This
''All I need you to do is pretend to be me for 2 weeks _________________. That's all.'' Your twin sister was in your house. She had flown all the way from Italy to get you to take her place for her because she had to go somewhere and her husband wouldn't let her.
''Isabella no, I can't. I have a life too.'' You said. As much as you had always wanted to go to Italy, You hadn't seen your sister in 13 years. You didn't even know her husband or her step sons. The only reason she had come all the way was because she needed a favor and she had taken advantage of the fact that she was on a business trip to ask you.
''Please. The plan is simple. My husband thinks that I'm on a business trip. I'm supposed to go back to Italy tomorrow. Instead of me, you'll go. He won't even be able to tell the difference.'' She looked at you.
'' What if I don't?'' You said. She rolled her eyes.
''If you don't I'll die and you'll have to live with the fact that you could have saved my life.'' She turned a
Broken PlansA/N: Just a small drabble I did a while ago ^^ It's AU.More Like This
Nara Shikamaru wondered how the hell he ended up in his current situation. He liked to think that he was a normal guy that was extremely lazy. With the exception being that he was a genius.
He decided that even though he was a genius that he'd have a normal life, highschool with good enough grades so his mother doesn't kill him. Get into a good college, get the diplomas. And then the next step came his love life fret college once he got a job.
He'd meet a normal woman, not to ugly not too beautiful, not to loud not to quite. Just a normal simple woman, he'd then have two children with her a girl and a boy.
Where had his plan go wrong? The answer was simple; it was a girl with the name of Rix. A girl with shortly cropped wild black hair, and the most perfect curves. At least for him.
She burst into his life during high school. Hot headed, stubborn, a creature from
PrussiaxReader - Perverts and CrushesAn academy that had no boundaries, or discipline. That is what this academy was. Students from all around the world attended the famous school, in hopes of becoming great one day. Yet, there were also students who attended just to be there. It wasn’t a contest on who could join; it was just a place for people from everywhere to be brought together.More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt was one of those people who didn’t go to the academy to be great. He didn’t even like going to school, but he did it for his younger brother, and his friends. But there was another person he went for.
As he walked the halls with his two best friends, Antonio and Francis, he looked over his shoulder at his brother, Ludwig and his friends, Feliciano and Kiku. They were talking among themselves about something to do with homework. He turned around and walked backwards, watching the three, his eyes narrowed.
“Who cares about homework! You guys need to party more often.” Gilbert laughed at them, i
[AKIRA] Enough is enough Yuki wasn't always cold... or even violent. Yes, she was once the most peaceful girl in that orphanage and she had always that sweet glow in her eyes. Nobody, except Kaneda and a bunch of other kids (God knows where they are now), knew how she became this girl with a caged vicious personality.More Like This
It all happened when they were kids... in that orphanage...
Yuki always played with the boys, never with the girls. Football, trading cards and other kind of games only boys play. At the time, Yuki had very long hair and used skirts only sometimes. Even though she had this delicate, fragile and girly look, the boys didn't mind having her tagging along in their games. Heck, they even liked her, how she wasn't such a winey crybaby or her voice wasn't as squeaky and annoying as the other girls'. And of course, Kaneda was happy to see his sister happy.
Even though they all looked great, a group of girls, on the other hand, weren't that happy. They were starting to despi
Akira - One WordHe does not like to admit it, but it’s true. Just months later, Tetsuo no longer needs fear.More Like This
It was survival to first forge his vital instincts. The urge to end the day without bloodstains on his rags — it was the wings on his feet and the frantic breath, the blaze shooting through his muscles.
For years, he never made it; he was crashed against the dead ends of alleys, as his skin painfully turned to black. The humiliation grew, steady, with each time his nose was broken. The one solution he had left was crying – he was the little creep, the one out of any gang, alone and defenseless.
But one shouted name is all it takes, when he is not enough for himself. He calls one name, and the whole gang rushes to him – it is their signal to run and to crush bones, to chase the bastards, if necessary, to the end of Neo Tokyo.
As they lie on the ground, so young and so lost already, his bullies now bend to forward the message. Kaneda’s fury does not spare anyo
Enjoying a morning ~Prussia X Reader Drabble~Enjoying a morning ~Prussia X Reader DrabbleMore Like This
Oh God... I should really cover those windows before I go to sleep. Even if it's winter, It's still bright as fuck! And since when did my pillow started gaining weight? It's so damn heavy all of the sudden. And..... since when did it grow hair... and.... abs... hot damn . Oh yes... I remember. Since yesterday. When this 'pillow' offered me the best day of my life. I should open my eyes to see 'it' better. Ah yes. My gorgeous albino pillow. My pillow has the silkiest hair ever. And it smells so nice.Like the softest perfume. He's sleeping so peacefully. Lips slightly parted, petal-like eyelids closed. Shirtless. Arms hugging my torso lovingly. All I want is to hug him even harder and to bury my face in his soft pale neck. Now I remember how I have gained such a wonderful pillow. A snowstorm hit and we stopped at his place. We were so tired we fell asleep as fast as we lied in bed. He hugs me closer to him. I hop
Sit in Basement + Get Fat DayIt generally went without saying that Valentine's Day was a meaningless term in the Beilschmidt household. Ludwig was always busy on that day (it certainly didn't help that this particular one fell on a Monday!), and of course his stance of having "better things to do" than contemplating romantic relationships still stood. As for Gilbert, there was no Valentine's Day. There was only Sit in the Basement and Get Fat Day.More Like This
He would stock up on at least one box (often more than that) of Valentine's Day chocolate and some beer and then spend the entire day drowning his sorrows in sweetness and booze. Valentine's Day (or, as it shall be hereafter referred to, Sit in the Basement and Get Fat Day) was basically a day that existed to shove several things that Gilbert didn't have in his face, and he needed some way to fill the void left by those giggling couples practically attached at the hip as they walked down the street.
This Sit in the Basement would end up being a bit different that the oth
100 Manjuu ChallengeAfter a certain infamous incident, Gilbert had returned to ask Kiku if he wanted help cleaning the house several more times. Each time Gilbert asked, Kiku knew he really wanted one thing, or rather many of one thing: manjuu. Previously, he had been able to simply say "No, I apologize, there is none in the house at this moment" and get away with it after some prodding from the gluttonous Prussian, but today he was out of luck.More Like This
Today, he heard a knocking, and opened his door to find a familiar pair of red eyes staring back at him. "I'm here to clean again today, Kiku," Gilbert announced with worrisome glee, and strode right past Kiku into the house.
"Th-thank you for offering, Prussia-kun, but as usual, the cleaning has been done long before. I'm sorry." Kiku watched Gilbert eye the house for even a speck of dust he could claim to clean, or possibly for any food he could gorge himself on.
"Nonsense! If I learned anything from West, it's that there's always somewhere to clean. Now, how ab
Comfort EatingToday is an okay day.More Like This
Gilbert wakes up late and alone, like he does every weekday. Ludwig is long gone by the time he wakes up, which is almost always around noon. This is, of course, because his brother has a job and actual work to be done. He can get away with just about anything while Ludwig is out. He doesn't get in trouble till his brother gets home, if he gets in trouble at all. He can cover his tracks pretty well.
One of Gilbert's favorite things to do when Ludwig is away is to make his favorite delicacy: pancakes, drowned in maple syrup. They're not quite as good as the ones Ludwig makes (then again, to him, nothing can top any of Ludwig's cooking), but they're serviceable. He can't decide how many he wants; he starts out with three, then considers four, then shrugs and makes six. He's really hungry this morning. Then again, he's really hungry every morning. He doesn't have to eat all of them if he doesn't want to, but that doesn't change the fact that he gobbles them al
Filling the VoidOne lonely day, Gilbert devours, munches, gobbles, gorges, gluts, gulps, guzzles, takes in, tucks away. He eats and eats and eats, then eats more. Nothing is safe from his voracious appetite.More Like This
During a short break, Gilbert rests his hands on his rounded belly and inspects it as if it were a foreign object that somehow attached itself to him. Somehow, it has grown from a slight and inconspicuous roundness to a very, very visible and very, very big bulge. Why hasn't Ludwig called him out on how big he's getting? Of course; Ludwig is too polite and too afraid of setting him off. Furthermore, he has been away on a business trip for over a week now. He's not around to stop Gilbert from growing.
Gilbert is growing, alright. He is quite aware that he is gaining weight, and if this habit of gorging himself every time he feels empty inside continues, he will only continue to gain even more weight. However, Gilbert is finding that he doesn't care that his belly is bigger and bigger every d
SweetnessAfter a rough night, Ludwig says "good morning" to Gilbert without saying a word at all.More Like This
Letting his nose lead him along the path of an utterly delicious scent, Gilbert enters the kitchen just in time to see Ludwig set a tall stack of pancakes on the table. The sight makes him so happy that he practically skips to his seat, plopping down with a huge smile on his face. It only gets better when he sees the large bottle of maple syrup and the dish of strawberries. Then his eyes go to the dish of whipped cream, and it's all he can do to keep from squealing in joy. Whipped cream! Ludwig never lets him have whipped cream. He wrote his name on the wall in whipped cream once and was never allowed to live it down.
At last, Ludwig sits down at his seat across from Gilbert, serving himself three pancakes in quick succession, for it's important to grab food before it all disappears down Gilbert's gullet. "Enjoy," he says with a slight smile.
With absolutely no hesitation, Gilbert does so. His stom
Chubby!GermanyXReader-Happy birthday!It was (name)'s birthday. She was excited, but her German boyfriend, Ludwig, was even more nervous. He was going to ask her to marry him. Ludwig was an odd man. He was foreign, which already made him have a social disadvantage with the Americans. He was also very quiet and shy. (Name) loved that about him though. Finally, the thing that made him the most insecure was his weight. He weighed a good 345 pounds. He wasn't always like this. When he moved to America 7 years ago, he was thin and trim. Now, with the endless supply of good food, especially sweets, he had ballooned to his current weight of 354 pounds. Most of it accumulated when he met his (name) in his sophomore year of college. He loved her more than anything and wanted her to be his forever.More Like This
Ludwig was "running" on the treadmill trying to trim back down to his thin self. It was hard to lose weight because of all of the food that he could ever have was accessible to him. One time he had to literally leave the room
PuzzleIf I had to describe our relationship we would be a puzzle,More Like This
We fit together in an alignment; perfectly,
Painting an image of our inner thoughts,
But if someone provokes our desires,
Our puzzle piece crumbles; and I welcome desolation,
I know this pain will be forgiven,
You will rekindle our old flame of companionship,
And will pick up the fragmented pieces,
Rebuilding our puzzle; all for it to be desecrated,
But for now I welcome you with open arms,
And a shattered puzzle, that can never be pieced together.
InsanityThe walls are falling; crumbling down,More Like This
The breeze is freezing, but it's okay, I'm already too numb to care.
Don't worry about me, I'm fine... I'm always 'fine.'
Was there ever a way to avoid caving in on myself?
Or was it always building up the sorrow; the pain, to drain out my will?
Maybe it is all my fault... Maybe I'm the one to blame.
Maybe it was me, hiding in the shadows, waiting to blow out the last light. The last flame..
The last straw.
I can't blame you, my mind is not yous.
These thoughts, however evil; however pure... they are not yours.
These tears, however many, do not hold the same meaning to you as they do to me.
Just know it was never your fault...
The demons -- my demons -- hide within me.
If I let you come to close, you'll only end up hurt.
My demons play rough with knives, sawing away at my sanity...
A fate I would not wish upon even the foul, vile soul.
I'm just so sad all the time and no one seems to care,
Why should they?
That would be fighting for a lost cause.
Lost AngelHe didn’t know how long he had been on his feet.More Like This
The sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon and drowned everything into bright red twilight. Soon the night would be coming again and offer the view onto the cloudless sky. The moon would stand there, accusingly. Castiel didn’t want to see this sky, he didn’t want to remember what had happened. The angels had fallen and it was his fault.
Exhausted, he slumped to the ground. The grass underneath him was damp, but he didn’t care. He wanted to care about nothing at all, but the pain was overwhelming and tears cascaded down his face. The feelings drowned him, cut his human body like a sword, took him down. Castiel had reached his ultimate boundaries, had walked half of the night and all through the day looking for Dean and Sam. But there was no trace. Of course there wasn’t, he hadn’t even known where he was when he woke up in the woods.
He leaned against a tree, mastered his breathing and closed his eye
SomedayHow long will it take for you to realizeMore Like This
That I'll never add up in your eyes?
How long will it take you to see
that I'm just a failure... And that's all I'll ever be.
One day you care, the next you couldn't give a fuck,
I feel like we're digging a hole just to be stuck.
Just to keep things from falling apart...
But there is no going back... this is no game; there is no restart.
Some days it's so bad that we don't even utter a word to each other,
The days just seem to drag on and on... one after another...
And when I think things are finally going to change for us,
one of us has to go and kick up the dust.
Each day I hope it'll get better... that we'll both just give in,
That well call it a tie, and we'll both just win.
But I have a hard time imagining that actually happening...
But who is to say,
that it won't happen someday?
Beyond The Gateway: Chapter twoThe ShipMore Like This
Jack and Blossom flew over the forest next to each other in silence. Jack would occasionally look over at her and feel his heart race a bit faster. They finally got to the end of the forest where Jack had left his tracking device, only to find a vast open field where the wall once stood. Jack looked down at his device and scratched his head in confusion, it said that the wall was right here. Was something interfering with the signal? Examining the device Jack started getting lost in thought. Noticing a faint light in the distance, Blossom flew up to gain a better view.
“Look! I think there's a town just up ahead, maybe we should go ask for directions!" She yelled down to Jack, snapping him out of his train of thought.
"That sounds good, just give me a second" Putting up the device, The red head started up his heli-pack and flew up next to her, ignorant to the pair of eye's following them.
"No one seems to know anything about this wall, are you sure it even ex
Beyond The Gateway chapter oneThe meetingMore Like This
Jack smashed his fists onto the work table causing all of the jack-bots around him to stop working for a moment. "How could they be so foolish? The evidence was all there bright as day! First those arrogent Xiaolin Monks, with their holier-than-thou attitude mocked him, then his fellow heylin scientists?The red head sighed deaply, all of his studies with the shen-gong-wu lead to the same result. That their powers come from a cosmic, solar energy or regenerated starlight. The kind of light that is rumored to lie beyond the wall. The wall that is said to seperate this land from one filled with a thousand treasures, yet no one even dares to go near it. Even his idol, Chase Young, a martial arts master and fellow heylin scien