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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
RQ: Parent AU: Rivaille x Reader: Snow DayA languid sigh escaped your lips as you pulled a stray foot back underneath the comforter that you hugged to your body. The air in the room was chilled with morning frost, but under the quilt it was warm and comfortable in the arms of your husband. Rivaille's soft snores blew onto your exposed shoulder blade, tickling the bare skin there. Your eyes fluttered open gently, slowly focusing on the dim light outside, and the silent snow that fell from the heavens.
"Guess it's a snow day." You murmured softly. A soft murmur was Rivaille's only reply.
You relished the infrequent morning such as this. Normally Rivaille was gone for work before you woke up, but on days where it was hard to travel to the office you got to spend a few extra minutes curled up next to his warm figure.
However, on days such as this, the peace never lasted for long.
It started with the quiet sound of pitter patter foosteps, echoing down the hall on wooden floorboards. Then the sound of h
Misunderstood!France X Reader: I'm Not A Rapist 5
When you were heading to your locker the next morning, you noticed that the halls seemed to be rather empty, with the exception of a few people who shot quick glances at you when you walked past them. I wonder where everyone is... you thought a bit confusingly. However, as you kept walking towards your locker, you were able to notice a large crowd all the way at the other end of the hall, and the sound of a group of people yelling loudly. Your befuddlement grew only further and you hastened your pace slightly. The crowd seemed to be gathered around the area where your locker was, and if there was some kind of drama going on, you didn’t want to become a part of it.
However, when you neared the crowd, which you noticed was made up of people staring in front of them with wide eyes and slightly open mouths, the voices of the group of people who seemed to be in the center of it became much more apparent. Once you recognized who they belonged to, you nearly let out a gasp.
2p!Germany x Reader: Not One of Us
Evil as plain as the scar on his face
Deception (An outrage!)
Disgrace (For shame!)
He asked for trouble the moment he came~
Lutz looked around him at the glaring, scowling faces of the other Germanic countries. Liechtenstein, Switzerland, Austria, Hungary, even his own brother Prussia.
“How could you lie to us about Vather’s death!?” Prussia demanded
“I didn’t vant you all to blame me!” Lutz hissed. Lutz had witness his father’s death at the hands of Rome. He kept quiet to not attract attention to himself and to prevent the others from attacking Luciano for being Rome’s son.
“Vell, look vhere you are now! You cowardly fool!” Liechtenstein spat
“You dare call yourself the son of Germania?! He would be disgusted vith your behavior!” Austria added
“I zhink it is best zhat you leave. You’re no ally to any of us” Hungary growled
~Deception (An outrage!)
(He can't change his stripes
Prussia x Depressed!Tomboy!Reader - What About Me?Taking a deep breath, I put on a fake smile and walk through the school doors. The loud chattering of students around me fill my ears as I make my way to my lockers. I silently move around the bustling crowd of teens, yawning slightly. I open my locker and grab my books. I finish what I have to just in time for the loud bell to ring, signaling us to move to class. I sigh, clutching my books closer to myself and walking to class. Just stay away from the others. . . I'm different, right? I don't fit in. . . right? It's why I'm alone. So what if I hate make up, or fashion? So what if I have a different opinion than the other girls I know? It. . . it makes me unique, or so the adults say. That no one can take that from me. They never think about. . . what if I want to fit in? What if I don't want to be different? I don't want to be unique, I want to fit in. Maybe then I'd have friends. . . I turn my head and see Gilbert Beilschmidt, the "Prussian" as he likes to call himself walki
Sealand x Reader: I Just Can't Wait to be King!
~I'm gonna be a mighty king
So enemies beware
Well, I've never seen a king of beasts
With quite so little hair
I'm gonna be the mane (main) event
Like no king was before
I'm brushing up on looking down
I'm working on my roar~
“Peter, we can’t go in the room! We’re not countries like they are” you shook your head as your best friend Peter dragged you inside. Today was the day you’d both demand recognition.
“WE DEMAND TO BE RECOGNIZED!” Peter yelled eagerly as the countries turned to stare at you two.
“Sealand! (c/n)! Go back outside!” England yelled
“No! Let them s-stay in!” Latvia spoke up
“I agree. Just let them watch” Finland smiled and gave you two a wink.
~Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing
Oh, I just can't wait to be king
You've rather a long way to go
Young master, if you think~
“Now sit down and behave!” England hissed as he handed the two of you root-beer floats as you watched.
To Love a Prince //: Eridan x Reader
A/N: Contains swearing.
To hate his ego:
You wondered if the sea-dweller ever thought of what a matespritship with Feferi would be like. He had been flushed for her for a long time, after all. Though, things hadn’t worked out between them. The last you had heard, Feferi and Sollux were in a matespritship... that was now on the hinges of breaking down. And, to little surprise, the fuchsia-blood had turned to Eridan for comfort and company.
“I’m goin’ over to Fef’s place,” Eridan said, as he gathered his cape from the couch. He slung it around his shoulders and secured it in place, the purple fabric unfurling behind him. “She’s glubbin’ upset again.” You looked up from the television – you had been watching a documentary on sea life together – and frowned.
“Again? That’s the third time this week.”
“It’s not my fuckin’ fault. It’s that piece o
2p!Canada x Bipolar!Reader
Warning; There is a lot of swearing. er...I think there's a lot of swearing. Anyway...no likey, no readie.
ALSO; I'm sorry if this is a really shitty fanfic...I just have a hard time writing about certain subjects since, A; this is my first time writing something with 2p!Canada, and B) I've never written something for a bipolar reader before, so I don't have much experience with it .__. again, sorry if it's not good.
The night was like a warm hand, holding the entire half of the world in its embrace, blanketing the buildings, and the ground, and all other places in it's gentle caress.
(Name) (Surname) was alone again for the night. But of course, she didn't mind. She liked the loneliness. It made her feel more at peace with herself, more at peace with the curse that was given to her as a gift from Satan, more at peace with her emotions.
She had been walking alone, again, thinking, observing, just watching her life go by.
It wasn't until other people had taken notice of her that she
Feel the Beat (Dave x Deaf!Reader)
Dave hadn't seen his best friend, well besides Egderp, (Y/N) in so long he'd forgotten how beautiful she was. The last time he could actually remember her was on the playground in pre-school. The little pigtailed girl who always seemed to be carrying a box of chocolate-coated animal crackers; it wasn't what he was expecting to see after 15 years but this definitely wasn't what he thought about either.
Her figure had filled in some, her figure was an average figure that women commonly had. Her hair was (length), (style) with a few blue highlights added into it. A smile was plastered on her face as she stood in his doorway but it was clear she was as shocked as Dave.
"Dave, oh my gosh!" Her voice still had that weird, deep ring to it. No judgement, he thought it was kinda interesting. It was like that back in pre-school too and maybe she just never grew out of it.
"It's been a while, yeah. Do you wanna come in?" He cocked his head, remaining cool but behind the shades he was
Memores (VII) | Levi x Reader
“You piece of shit.”
His tone wasn’t normal; it no longer held the bluntness that hardly attracted Erwin’s attention. Instead, it held strong hostility, causing the blond to arch a brow in both puzzlement and intrigue.
“--You’ve called me worse. But good morning to you, Levi.”
Feigned ignorance had done nothing for the commander’s benefit, the former soldier knowing very well the origin of the other’s anger. He wasn’t entirely sure how the captain would have reacted-- though they had known each other for a long while, neither of them could truly gauge each other’s responses to certain things.
To be furious in such a situation was not unreasonable; they had hid the truth from him. Shielded, one may have considered. However, he knew that the ally would never see it as such.
“Don’t pull the fucking bullshit,” he retorted, “I can’t imagine what sort of crap you’ve lied to me about.”
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
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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