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HearthfireMy body groans with weakness; it has been nearly three days since I have eaten. Thank the Fates, I was forced to flee during the hearthfire season. While the deep snowfall has made travel difficult and rendered food scarce, it has also ensured that my waterskins remain full. Had I been chased out of Hewden in the opendoor, I may not have been Fated to subsist so long. Nevertheless, I fear my journey is drawing near to its end. If I cannot locate food before next moonrise, the Fates will surely reclaim me.
This ancient forest will serve as a better place than most for that. The trees here are old and frail, so there is little reason for any Hewdian to traverse it. Thus, they will never be granted the satisfaction of knowing the Fates have retaken me; my body will remain here, essenseless, until warmer times return to take it back into the ground. I pause to survey the surrounding portion of the forest. In the distance, I can see the exposed roots of a long-dead oak. They appear to rise
Not Your CanvasStupid, stupid steel--always in my head
Drawing pictures on my brain
of pictures it wants to draw on me.
Get the fuck out.
You are not the artist; I am not your canvas.
Ashes to AshesI am a pile of ash
Burning briefly as a phoenix
Before finding myself
Reborn, through flames
A pile of ash once more
AuthorshipPeople attempt to glorify authorship. So often you find writers proclaiming, "It feels so good to write again! It's been too long!" And in some circumstances, they're right. When you craft elaborate fictions entirely from your mind, it may be enjoyable (whether the thrill comes from creation or sharing), but that is not true writing.
True authorship is written in red from a silver pen--a pen that is first driven into the author's chest to draw ink from their still-beating heart. When it is completed, the author lies still on the floor, all they are poured into the words they penned.
True authorship is a curse; true authorship is Hell.
Till the World Got Us FallinSo they were wrong. All those crazies thinking they could predict the end of the world, they didn't know anything. According to their claims, the end of the world was in precisely twenty-three days. Obviously, they were wrong, because this was the end of the world.
Darryl was dumbfounded. For once, he had been confident in their predicitions, but now he had no idea what to do. All around him people were screaming and running in every direction. To where, he had no earthly idea. If the world was ending, what use was running? Better to spend these final moments...doing what? What was worth doing with the end so close?
Finally, it hit him--the one thing he had heard over and over to do in a time like this. Countless songs proclaimed it.
The world was ending; it was the last night of his life.
And so he danced.
You're Ridic"And here. We. Go."
"Can you please stop saying that like the Joker?"
"I'm fairly certain that I cannot."
"Jake, that's ridiculous. Just stop."
"Um, excuse me?"
"You're ridic. You. Are. Ridiculous."
"Ugh. I regret ever shortening a word around you."
"Whatever. I've about had it with your antics today. You're driving me crazy."
"Do you want me to lose it right now?"
"I want to be the very best."
"The best at what, Jake? Making people hate you? Ticking people off? Being an immature, annoying idiot?!"
"Like no one ever was."
"Just answer the freaking question."
"To catch them is my real test."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"To train them is my cause!"
"Is that th--"
"I will travel across the lands, searching far and wide."
"Are you singi--"
"Each Pokémon to understand the power that's inside!"
"Yep. Pokémon theme song. Yet again."
"Pokémon! Gotta' catch 'em. It's you and me!"
"You sing this song ev--"
"I know it's my destiny!"
Phantom SpiderYet again, Phillip was up at two in the morning, aimlessly flipping through channels. Thousands of channels and never a thing to watch. How that was possible was something he would never understand. Inevitably, when he did find something worth watching, he found about a hundred things all on at the same time. The whole system was irking enough that Phil decided to be done with it alltogether, but that decision fell apart quickly when he tried to actually go through with it. So, regardless of how it annoyed him, he kept his myriad of channels and continued his routine of searching for something he could stand to watch.
Phil knew he should just go to sleep, but knowing that had never changed his odd sleep habits. Instead, he finally settled on watching a documentary about arachnids. He was pretty sure he had seen three others like it before, but it was the best option he could find.
After watching countless spiders bind their helpless prey in webs, Phil could feel the miniscule footsteps
Sentiment (Loki X Reader)
~5 years old~
“All hail king Loki!” You cried enthusiastically as you knelt before him on the grass.
He smiled. “Thank you my loyal subject! You may rise!”
You giggled and stood up before laying on your back on the grassy hill. Staring at the sky. Loki did the same. You looked over at him and held his hand.
“One day you’re gonna be king. I know it.” You said as you stared in his eyes.
“And when I am you’re gonna be my queen.”
You smiled and looked up at the sky. “We’re gonna be together forever right Loki?”
“Forever and always (Y/n)....Oh and by the way I made you something! With magic my mom taught me!”
You sat up. “You did?”
“Yeah! Here!” He said handing you a small gold ring, surrounded by emeralds.
You grinned and put it on your right hand. Loki then teleported it on your left ring finger.
“So people know you’re
South Korea x Reader - Pray For
A tribute to the Sewol victims and their friends and families in South Korea.
Links and information can be found in the description.
"Yong Soo... Yong Soo, please, you have to eat..."
The words that left your mouth coated in the desperate sound of your voice seemed to have no effect on the Korean man, for instead it seemed to mingle together with the hundreds of unheard screams and grief-stricken wails that lingered and echoed in the confines of his mind. Your voice was nothing but another bruise to his already battered state, tearing open the still fresh wound.
You eyed him for a response, for anything – maybe a small movement, such as a slight perk of his ears or a subtle twitch – anything to let you know that he'd acknowledged your words, but there he remained, hunched over on the couch like a statue with his face buried in his palms.
"Yong Soo..." His name was constantly uttered by you, more often than not being said in every sentence as you approac
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
A Song For You (Daddy!Slenderman X Reader)"Shhhh, it's alright, daddy's here...." said Slenderman as he tried to calm down the small baby in his arms, a few months had already passed since he'd gotten her and right now he was trying to get her to fall asleep but to no avail.
Even as he spoke soothing words to the child her wails did not cease and only further strengthened the slender being's headache. Splendorman who was coincidentally just passing by outside the room stuck his head in and watched as his little brother try to unsuccessfully calm down his crying niece. He walked into the room covered with cream colored walls and with a crib and a lot of stuffed toys in the crib itself and on the floor.
"How about you sing for her? I've read that babies usually fall asleep when their parents sing a lullaby" he suggested to the younger Slender sibling.
"Then what do you suggest I sing her then?" Slenderman was desperate enough to sing almost anything just to get his wailing child to calm down and get some sleep.
"I know just the
We Fight Together (HiccupxReader) One-ShotThe sound of rocks crashing upon the island of Berk, mixed with the roars of dragons was heard. The black sky was covered in thick, grey smoke that made your lungs burn each time you inhaled. You tried to stay focused, tried to keep on running as your boots became covered with mud. The village houses had been set ablaze. Some were caused by the dragons who missed a target by accident, the others had been set on fire by the enemy.
Your eyes darted left and right, searching for your friends and most importantly, the one you loved with all your heart, Hiccup. Due to all your running, your (h/c) hair stuck to your forehead with sweat and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. But you couldn’t stop running. Not now when Berk was under attack.
The Outcasts had gathered up their strength and were now currently attacking with Alvin the Treacherous as their leader. You cursed underneath your breath and you dived to the ground in front of you in order to avoid being hit wit
Norway x Reader: Actions Speak Louder Than Words*Squeeze* "GAH! What the he-" *Poke* "Um, please sto-" *Squeeze*
______ glares at her friend from the coffee table, him on the couch and her on the floor. "Lukas.", ______ warns in a deadly tone. It was a normal day in the (l/n) household, well, except for an unexpected visit from a certain Norwegian. Lukas lets out a flicker of a smile, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. "Yes?", he asks, with that same monotone voice. He mentally smirks, but kept up the infamous poker face.
"Stop poking meeeeee. I need to finish my book", she pouts as she held (f/b) up, him noting that she looked cute like that. Lukas ignores the command and squeezes her cheek again. "Hey, ______? Do you know the phrase, 'Actions speak louder than words'?" ________ looks at him strangely, but nods slowly.
"Well, what do you think this is telling you?", he asks, and gently pokes her on the arm. She scowls and swats his hand away. "I'm fun to annoy?", she tries, the annoyance clear
Manhunt (AvengersxReader) Pt. 3Steve turned around slowly, trying to remain calm as he came face-to-face with the lidless boy from earlier. But now that he had a better look at him, he could tell that he wasn’t a normal teenage boy. He had long, charcoal black hair that looked coarse to the touch. His skin was paler than the moon above and the dark rims around his eyes chilled Steve to the bone. But the thing that stood out most to Steve, was the carved in smile on his face that stretched from ear-to-ear.
“Hey there, soldier,” he said hoarsely. “Before I kill you, how about I give you the pleasure of knowing your killers name?”
“I’ve kicked Red Skull’s ass before, so I think I can handle you,” Steve said firmly.
He didn’t have his shield on him right now, but he didn’t think he would need it at this moment. The boy in front of him pulled out a long kitchen life whose blade reflected the light off of the moon.
“Don’t be so confident,”
Request!NordicsxReader Egg hunting
Request NordicsxReader Egg hunting
Today was finally easter which was one of your favourite holidays. Well you liked all of them but Easter was the one on Spring and it gets warmer so you don't have to wear your winter jacket and also it doesn't get dark as early like in the winter.
Today you will spend the day with Tino, Emil, Mathias, Lukas and Berwald. Your other friends refer to them as the Nordics since that is where they come from. You guys have known each other for as long as you could remember. So you always hang out during the holidays.
Today you were going to have picnic and after that there will be egg hunting! You have already prepared your eggs. You even put the flags that represent the country they come from. It wasn't that hard, all the flags have the nordic cross which symbolize Tor's hammer only the colours are different.
You have been waiting for them for 5 minutes now. You said you will meet on the field outside town. You were about picking up your mobile to Call Tin
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - America
You picked up your speed knowing exactly what room you needed to find, room 224. Finding the room you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. You needed a hero in this situation and there was no one better equipped for that the Alfred or America. When he didn’t answer you knocked again, this time a little more loudly.
“Who is it?” You heard Alfred call followed by a yawn.
“Who else would be bothering you at 2am?” You said back, wrapping th blanket around your shoulders even tighter.
You heard stumbling around and a flick of a switch before the door opened. Inside the room was a very sleepy Alfred with a bad case of bed hair. He was wearing a onesie with stars and cowboy hats printed onto it.
“_____, what are you doing here?” Alfred asked fixing up his glasses.
“Nightmare,” you bluntly said. “And I can’t sleep now.”
“A nightmare hey?” Alfred murmured to himse
Pallet Evening NewsApril Hawthorne was born in late September, which put her just outside the cut off date to being her adventure alongside her friends, Julia Linderman and Nina Pike. This meant she was the rare eleven-year-old in the following year's group of hopefuls. April began her journey with a squirtle, but always dreamed of training a weepinbell, a jolteon and a pikachu to perform in pokémon contests, because her favorite color was yellow.
Alongside April were 10-year-old twin brothers Blaine and Brock Richards, named after the late Kanto gym leaders. These young boys grew up constantly scuffling and each was determined to best the other in a challenge to become the next official Pokémon Indigo League Champion. Blaine, true to his name, selected a charmander as his first partner, and Brock set out with an eevee by his side that he has rescued and nursed back to health when he was only seven.
These three children set off on their journeys almost two months ago. None of their parents had
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