Romania X Reader: Playing HookieRomania X Reader: Playing hookieMore Like This
You awoke the next morning to the sight of a peacefully sleeping man beside you. You propped yourself up on your arm, looking down at the sleeping form. I must have fallen asleep while we were outside... you thought, but why am I in his bed?
Noticing Vlad turn a bit in his sleep, you laid back down and brushed a strand of his strawberry blonde hair from his face. He looked so gentle, laying there as his chest rose and fell with each slow breath as he slept. You couldn't help but smile softly.
You looked over at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside you. It was already noon. You laid there, staring at the clock as if challenging it to move, contemplating whether to get up, or stay in bed for a while longer.
You chose the second option.
You turned back over to face Vlad, smiling at his peaceful appearance. You scooted closer to him, laying your head on his chest as you wrapped an arm around him.
Surprisingly, you felt an arm wrap aro
RomaniaXReader: Special NightYou awoke the next morning, the sun almost in the middle of the sky. You raised a hand in front of your face to block the blinding rays as you got up from the patio chair. The blanket slid off of you and hit the ground without a sound. You stepped over it and looked down at the chair Vlad had occupied the night before, seeing nothing but a piece of paper. You picked it up and read the words written on it. 'Sorry for not being here when you awoke, ________. I have some allergies, you see...So, I had to leave. I will be back tonight, though. I hope you can forgive me for not saying goodbye.' was written on it, and underneath, there was another sentence that you could just barely read. It read, 'Also, be sure to wear something nice tonight. We're going out somewhere. -Love Vlad' You smiled and picked up the banket from the ground, folding it up nicely before picking up the note and taking both things inside with you. You placed the blanket in the closet down the hMore Like This
Reader X Romania: Just a Bite?Yet another sleepless night, leaving you wide awake and staring at the full moon from your open window. You sighed and stepped out onto your balcony, leaning on the cold metal railing. It was quiet, but you knew there must have been someone there. Ever since your incident with Vlad, you've been careful when you went on late-night strolls, always staying close to your house, or in the light.More Like This
Tonight, you were just going to stay home and watch the moon in all its beauty.
You layed back in your patio chair and watched as the moon dissappeared and then reappeared from behind passing clouds. And, though you knew you were alone, you couldn't shake the feeling that there were eyes on you...
You peered up at the roof above you, but there was no one there. So you shrugged it off. It wasn't until a little while later that you felt that chill down your spine again. You looked back up at the roof, but again, nothing was there.
...This was getting strange...
You were a bit paranoid now, so you went
Romania X Reader: Sexy VampireIt was late at night, but you decided to go for a stroll around your neighborhood seeing as you couldn't get to sleep. You got out of the house and felt the rush of an evening breeze as it passed by, rustling the leaves overhead. You smiled slightly. The evening was your favorite time of day. You didn't know why. Maybe it was the certain charm it had. The dark sky painted with small off-white dots with their pale glow, and the moon which was half hidden by cloud cover as you looked at it. Or, maybe, you loved the evening because of the air of mystery and danger it had, with a slight hint of passion. Whatever it was, there was just something enchanting about it. You looked back in front of you, the empty sidewalk was the only thing in your sight.More Like This
As you walked further along, another figure came into your sights. You weren't sure who it was, so you strayed to the other side of the street, trying to stay away, but trying not to make it look so obvious. You glanced over at the figure, whic
Romania x Reader - Bite MeVladimir came into the living room, singing to himself in Romanian which made you laugh a little. He sat on the sofa next to you and he messed up his hair a little bitMore Like This
"I hate it when it's tidy" He grumbled
You giggled and he smiled, showing his brilliantly white teeth ... a few of which were sharp fangs. He noticed you gawping at him and his smile dropped in a humorous fashion. You laughed
"Why are you so silly, Vlad?" You asked, smiling
He looked at you with a confused expression which made you laugh
"Stop it, Vlad" You said, blushing
"What did I do?" He asked in a squeaky voice
"Stop it" You said, laughing
"What am I doing?" He asked
"Making me laugh" You replied
"Oh ... so I have to be boring now?" He asked
"No, I never said that" You replied
"So ... what should I be?" He asked
He watched you rack your brain with interest. He loved all of the facial expressions you pulled. Your eyes shone so brightly ... so full of life
"How about ... sexy?" You said, looking at him with
BarbieMore Like This
Such a lovely stare
From those cold and
Lifeless blue eyes
My eyes burn from
Such pretty long blonde
Hair, the epitome of
My hair falls out from the
Such a perfect body
Ken's hands gravitate
To every curve
I puke after every meal
To look like that
Such beautiful skin
So soft and creamy
White and lovely
While mine is marred
Such a caring lover
he attends to your every
Need, how perfect
Mine leaves me bruised
And broken, sobbing on the floor
Oh Barbie, my
Dear sweet Barbara Ann
If only you were real
We could be the best of friends
Brian Kesinger: Character DrivenMore Like This
Disney Artist Brian Kesinger on Creating Story through Character
Foreword by techgnotic
It is with great pleasure we welcome BrianKesinger as a guest writer to the Today Page Editorial Team. Considering his authentic citizenship within the deviantART community, his thoughts and insights will be of great value to all aspiring artists, illustrators, writers and others involved in any creative endeavor. For over 18 years, Brian has worked for Walt Disney Studios on films like Big Hero 6, Winnie the Pooh, Tarzan, Tangled, Wreck It Ralph and Bolt. Brian is author and illustrator of his own oct
i am tired of being told i will be okaysee,More Like This
that's the thing
all anyone ever
tells you is that
it's going to be
(you are telling me
that you are leaving.)
they don't tell
you what to do with
the pressure in
your chest on
the dark days,
or how to
uncurl your fists
from your hair
or your nails
from your skin.
(you are telling me
that you don't know if
you are coming back.)
maybe i don't want
maybe i'm tired of
only ever being
(i am building walls
again and you are prying
my fingers from my hair.)
i want more than this,
i deserve a word so full of
hope and safety that it
weighs my tongue down
give me a mouth full
of flowers and remove 'okay'
from your vocabulary.
i need more than this.
Sad poems need pretty titles.April was lungs weak of blue, andMore Like This
scalpels held in heartless,
You told me you were no coward
that the seas and the oceans
whispered in your ears and told you
only the bravest of men
deserve to kiss their beds.
May passed too quickly.
No time for mourning
when I gained ten pounds
of pure muscle
holding up your stars.
People asked too many questions.
People told me I was strong.
One day in June
you woke up to a skeletal frame
that wasn’t yours and the biggest,
strongest ribcage I’d ever seen.
I had cornfields in my eyes;
You misplaced your anchor
and your mind.
A Prayer for the Scar Mappedi hope you find someone who loves you for your scars.More Like This
your scars are the battles you fought
alone, scared, broken at midnight
navigating the map of your lost soul,
wearing nothing but threadbare dreams,
with demons who would not die,
and who could not rest.
and still strong, you fought on.
i pray you find someone who loves you for your scars
your scars will tell the stories your lips cannot.
your scars will reveal secrets your heart cannot.
your scars will create meaning to the little things you do.
so find someone who loves you for your scars.
this is all that I can pray for, for you
and for you,
and for you...
Dead WeightYou try to carry me on your back,More Like This
But I’m getting blood on your crisp white shirt.
I’m sorry that because of the wounds in my head
I can no longer walk so you have to do it for me.
You wipe the sweat from your brow,
And I can tell that you are tired.
Is it the hot sun that makes you sweat
Or is it this burden you carry on your back?
I grit my teeth because I told you to let go a long time ago,
But you said forever while I whispered “You’re a fool.”
You smiled and assured me,
Your eyes were filled with the hope that used to accompany your grin.
Your eyes are vacant now.
I’m so sorry I stole your light because I wanted some.
I was being greedy and getting tired of the darkness,
But now it is no longer my blood on my hands.
I see the crimson sign of betrayal escape the soles of your tired feet.
I see it mix with your sweat and your tears flowing down the side of your face.
I see it escape your internal hell,
As if it too was getting tired of the darknes
Let the Fall Make You Stronger."Hey! Are you all right?"More Like This
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"If I'm fine."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask 'Why'."
"God, you're so bloody difficult!"
"But cute. Just ask."
"Because this world we live in, it gives us these dreams, you see. These great big beautiful colourful galaxies in our heads of ideas, thoughts and empathetic conclusions to our fellow humans. Our brain tells us, go on, be curious, make those mistakes.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,More Like This
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
schadensomethinggod, do i miss -More Like This
and i level the words against my shoulder like a shotgun,
weigh the thought out on my tongue like teeth
- well. does it matter what i miss,
when none of my shots have ever hit the dead
of their plush-pumping targets? i miss, i miss,
god, do i miss. god, do i always fucking miss.
shaky fingers, if you ask me. weak wrists and hollow elbows
and wire-boned shoulders and broken ribs and rattling spine
and, and, and, and, and.
i've tried writing about people who aren't me for so long
that sitting down and pressing probablymy keys to the
letters feels as fake and scripted as it always has. i've
tried writing about people who aren't me for so long that
i've become yet another person who isn't me. i've tried,
and god, do i miss. pull up another target, paint the old
bulls-eye on, cover your ears. maybe this time -
maybe this -
maybe, maybe, maybe. and, and, and
i tilt whatever fake metaphor weapon i'm holding
up and under my chin like your fingers
(because of course, of
4.02there are no sails on this shipMore Like This
and i am afraid of the water
but god, you make me want to dive
( 4/01/2014 )I’ve been toldMore Like This
ladies are supposed to
in flowers, fine wines,
ladies don’t have
upon a barstool
in my head
He’s telling me
to fuck her, poetically,
I can’t decide which
he is referring to,
( the new or the old )
on both ends
Why do I attract
Why do my words
not sit right
in my mouth
when I can’t
even stand up
I don’t deserve
to be a
( 4/02/2014 )It’s day twoMore Like This
& I already feel
I’ve been living
out of my suitcase
since I got home,
on the couch &
leaving my laundry
on the floor.
Everything in my refrigerator
screams 12 days too late
& rent money is due.
She’s slapping me
in the face,
that heartless bitch
with the long
& hot mouth-
& having her way with me.