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ImposterI’ve never taken lead before. It’s a reversal of the usual image, my mind racing to remember the phantoms of dances long since passed, trying to recall the moves I’m supposed to make. Step by step, hold my breath lest my mask slip from my face.
Sparkling amber eyes trap me in their curious depths, “have you never danced before, Sir Varnen? “
Sweat seeps against the insides of my stolen neckerchief, I fight the urge to let go of her and adjust the golden threads of my overcoat. “Of course, m’lady, “my voice cracks, heart races a little faster. “Many times.”
“Yet you seem disconcerted with something. Is it my presence that bothers you?”
She was number two, coy innocence wrapped in ocean colored silk, her porcelain fingers playing against my spine, trying to unlock the combination to my secrets. If only she knew my secrets were different than the man she had mistaken me to be.
“Not at all, m’lady. You look
Bone JungleThey wait there, you know, buried between earth and stone, the old tunnels that cut through rock like jagged knives.
If you want to know where you come from, where you really come from, you’ll take your flashlight and not look down. Step lightly, because primordial structures are cranky and prone to tantrums that will get you killed.
They’re down there, listen to them breath. Follow the drafty whispers till your drowning in darkness and dust, feel the pull of a world far older than your own.
You’re suffocating in it now, scarf tied around your neck, feel their fingers on your back.
I warned you about the vault door, didn’t I? I bet you can’t even see the top. Step inside, I dare you. I want you to see it; I want you to see what I have seen before you.
The bone jungle, they call it, ivory decay hidden behind a door that was never supposed to be opened from the inside. Trace the claws marks on the walls, longer than your body and full of an anger you will ne
Trigger PullSometimes, she would wonder if she had actually tried to save him. A quick decision and a flick of the trigger, she would wonder between the hiss of the gun barrel and the lurch of the bullet hitting his chest whether she really intended him to live or not…
Let the rain fall, let his blood slip through her fingers and all words die in her mouth as he dies in her arms.
Back alleyway funeral, seating for one. Carry him down crooked cement and grimy bricks, let his alter be a pool of crimson and the preacher the one who killed him. Lay him to rest as the sky crumbles over gaping mouths and sightless eyes. Watch the light fade and the tears fall as she joins him in a miscellaneous grave, curled between life and death as she watches her world end.
Of Angels and DemonsHave I ever told you about your mother? Like summer twilight, she was,ember eyes like the stars with constellations on her feathers; her form across the sky my wake-up caress and goodnight kiss.
I met her on the streets, you know, crammed in between vendor fabrics and the soft glow of lanterns. She was wearing silks finer than I’ve ever seen, crimson as dark as blood, wings her windows into the night.
She asked me to name a price; I thought she was talking about the rugs.
“Naïve little idiot,” was the first name she ever called me, her laughter a quiet snicker that knew how to twist the hearts of angels like me.
I told her she was rude, she told me I was stupid. I asked her how much it would be just to take her out for dinner. Her reply was a dig into my wallet and a slender arm around mine, letting me lead her on a dance of fine wine and aristocratic airs.
Angels and demons don’t mix, they say, fire and ice are two things bound together that will never mee
Play for MeAncient bones dashed against a cliff, snow dancing around stone ribs and the broken glass of a multitude of sightless eyes. Its cavities are of worn rugs frozen over and injured suits of armor fighting to keep guard to a corpse long abandoned.
Ash spills across an icy kitchen floor as upstairs frosty lumps lie beneath ragged comforters that will never stir again. Isolation is the cry of moving gears against the silence, their echoes clicking down the hall as the struggle begins again, rotors warming up as ice clatters to the floor.
It sits in the ballroom like it always has; decaying bench beneath it as steam hisses from metallic fingers, trying to warm them up because the frost gets worse every day and it gets harder and harder to play. Ivory and ebony lay worn before it, the familiar playground of half tuned keys patiently bending beneath its pressure.
A blank canvas as its face, the piano its mouth, plucking out a tune to an audience of frost bitten ghosts that twirl endlessly
FF4- The Ghost“Are you a ghost,” I finally asked him after the third time he appeared.
Tired grey eyes affix me from behind the bar, swimming with an animalistic weariness as scarred lips parted to let out his irritation. I had interrupted the usual routine, and he didn’t like that. “Wot’ makes you think that?”
I grip the mug I don’t even remember him filling; smell the beer on its rim. “Bar’s supposed to be locked at this time of night. I talked to the regular tender yesterday and he says he doesn’t remember the likes of you ever working here.”
“Old men like him tend to lie,” the wind batters against the dusty panes, a clatter that cuts through our conversation like a rusty knife. He looks past me, shoulders braced as I wonder if his skin always looked that pale.
“You don’t like storms,” I push, feeling the crash of the waves vibrate my bones as the rain clawed at the door with a fierce whine.
Jasper and LoloHe was born from shadow and fire, ends and beginnings rolled into one and dropped into a world he wasn’t supposed to be in.
His first memory was cold ice against his back and steel against his throat. The woman behind the scythe was just a monster behind the mask, animalistic eyes holding humanistic surprise.
“You’re not supposed to be here…human…”her voice slipped out like knives cutting silk. Unkempt black hair and a ragged kimono, she wore the trappings of a race far younger than her own. “Who are you?”
“I don’t know…” the words choked out pre-programed, lost in a place that was already too confusing for him.
“How did you get in here?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is that the only thing you can say?”
“I don’t know,” his first smile was in response to the look on her face.
“Did you know my kind devours yours? I should kill you. I think I’m going to
Set Me AdriftThe earth is beautiful, isn’t it? I’ve never quite seen it like this before, never seen how blue it was underneath the white. Wish my camera was with me, but you wouldn’t let me have even that.
I’d like to think it was an accident, but in our profession accidents aren’t just a slip of the tether, the snap of a life line. I’d like to think you weren’t smiling when you let me go, but you probably were.
Yes, just stand there now and watch me float away with your face of reflective glass and pale gloves covered in metaphorical blood. Watch the blackness swallow me without a word because you choked the sound from my lips ages ago. Space is a silent vacuum but I can still hear your laughter.
A horrible undertaker you are, setting me sail into an infinite coffin, stars guiding me to heaven on the wings of comets. Let my soul turn to dust and shower across the sky in a blaze of glory that will burn your skin and sear your eyes.
Because death is infinit
The ArtistShe is an artist, mind a canvas of colors you’ve never seen before. Her late night machinations are the fuel which brings her to shady alleys and low lit street corners, her inspiration the quiet puff of cigars and the patter of rain on concrete.
She paints with crimson, splattering the walls with delicate fingers as she paints a masterpiece only dying eyes will see. She needs no signature because her name was stitched to her soul and she sold that long ago, her only credit the last quiet whimper of a bloodied mouth.
Morning opens the art exhibit of yellow taped lines and sunlit badges conducting a line of potential critiques to her work. But she doesn’t care, no, let the papers right down their score because she is already in bed, dreaming up her next piece with a smile cracked across her face.
I'll Cheer You Up (Sollux x Reader)TRIGGER WARNING: #swearing
(not even but oh well)#slight OOC
Striders don't cry. They don't show weakness. But right now, you couldn't hold back your tears. You sat on the floor, leaning against the bed allowing the tears to flow down your cheeks.
You have been struggling to cope with your depression as it has taken its toll on you in the past few weeks. Today was probably the worst though. You had found out that your crush, Karkat Vantas, had asked Terezi Pyrope out instead of you. Terezi, knowing you like Karkat and not really taking a fancy to you, decided to shove it in your face. On top of having your heart crushed, your so called "best friend", (f/n), had told you that they didn't want to be friends anymore.
And so here you were, huddled in a close, protective ball, sobbing in your room as quietly as you could, just so Dave and Dirk wouldn't hear.
You had developed your depression since you were in midd
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 18
Author's note: So finally I could overcome my sleepyness and write this chapter. Hope you like it.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
This is definitely a weird dream. I’m in candy land with all of the guys. While I’m sitting a armchair made of candy floss, the others are doing stupid things. Aomine is throwing sweets at Kise, who tries to dodge them. Kuroko and a candy Nr.2 hunt Kagami. Akashi throws candy canes at Sakurai and Kijoshi pushes Hyuga and Imayoshi into the milk lake.
Suddenly Murasakibara stands next to me and says “Hey, (_f/n_)-chin, here you have some sweets.”
“No, thanks, Murasakibara. I’m full.” I place a hand over my stomach.
But then everyone comes to me and wants to give me some candy and I can’t escape.
“-ake up. (_f/n_)!!! Wake the hell up!!”
When my eyes shoot open is the moments I realize that I’m finally awa
Hacked (Supah's Backstory)"Alright, start him up." a voice commanded in a faint tone.
Start Up Sequence Engaged
5U-P4H-31 Starting Up
The words blinked a bright white in the cyborg's dark vision. Suddenly, his surroundings flickered, and his eyes quickly adjusted to the bright light above him to allow him to see.
The cyborg found himself laying down on a metal table with men in black suits and white lab coats surrounding him,
5U-P4H-31 Fully Engaged
More words flashed in his vision, and he sat up and glanced around.
"Well...this one didn't blow up..." a man in a lab coat said, wiping some sweat off his forehead.
"But does he function correctly?" a man in a suit replied.
"Let's see..." another man in a lab coat murmured as he approached the table the cyborg was sitting on. "Uh...do you know your name?" he asked the cyborg.
The cyborg shook his head.
"Your name is 5U-P4H-31. You are the thirty-first of your kind, and you seem to be the only one that has worked
CE - Warm Welcome InformationBasic Information
Name: Warm Welcome
Gender: Genderless, but referred to as male
Age: 9 yrs since heart token was placed
Height: 70 cm
Ears: Perky Long
Tail: Multi-knotted long slim
Accents: Ribbons, wings, multi-knots, lace trim, aura
- Parties and gatherings
- Pretty decorative cupcakes (which makes him reluctant to eat them, but his appetite always wins over in the end)
- Tie-die patterns
- Ribbons (especially silky ones)
- Games (poker, board games, hide-and-seek, etc.)
- Pillow fights (he absolutely loves these along with a variety of other sleepover activities)
- Baking (but he has to be extra careful as not to burn himself)
- Grouchy people (because he’s convinced he will be able to make them happier
Prelude: Alice Liddell vs. Dante Alighieri
Madness Abe: Literature is a strange thing. It can greatly influence things for years to come and be open to varying forms of interpretation. The 14th Century epic Inferno of the Divine Comedy and Lewis Carrol's own Alice's Adventures in Wonderland are no exception to this.
Insanus Abe: And today, we're looking at two gothic and dark incarnations of those two books!
The Gentleman: Dante Alighieri, the crusader who went into the mouth of hell and back!
The Lady: And Alice Liddel, the mentally broken lass who fought through a screwed up Wonderland!
Madness Abe: Returning to co-host is the Gentleman, accompanied by new coming co-host in this booth, The Lady, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to see who would win a Death Battle!
Age: 19 as of the events of Alice Madness Returns
Occupation: Maid (formerly)
A New Guardian (Lucario TG TF)It was early in the morning and Corbin crawled out of his tent, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light of the early morning. Starly could be heard chirping in the trees and a Nincada was nibbling on tree routes nearby. The boy took a deep breath and smiled, enjoying the scene around him. After fixing a small breakfast he packed his tent into his bag and headed off in a direction, watching the different kinds of pokemon that called these woods their home. Several Starly perched on branches of treetops and chirped and sung to each other as Corbin came across a pair of Glameow. The feline looked over at him before cautiously investigating, sniffing his legs and purring softly. After a few minutes the two became used to him, letting Corbin pet them and scratch their bellies. The trio played in the woods for a long while when suddenly a twig snapped nearby which caused the Glameow to dart off, "Wait up!!!" he called and ran after them. As Corbin tried to follow the Glameow he ran
FIOLEE: Don't need saving Ch. 10
Don’t need saving: Ch. 10
‘Did he really save me?’ Fionna wondered. Could it have been him, the monster that was fighting for her? No, it couldn’t have been. Her mind was all jumbled up; almost as if her brain had been shaken up inside her skull.
Why was he being so nice to her anyway? He was a bad boy. Bad boys didn’t really save people, but enjoyed waiting them get hurt.
Oh but how could she forget about their talk? He hadn’t seen bad then. He just looked almost confused and hurt as if being nice only caused him heartache. Could that even be a reason to make a good person go bad?
After listening to him play for a couple of hours, she found herself relaxing with his melody. She had had the fear of having him do anything around her while she was completely defenseless. But now instead of worrying she was finally able to feel all her hurts and pain she had heard the doctor talk about.
Letting her eyes fall to
Bucky X Reader: Facing My Demons (part 4)The radio was turned down low, nothing more then background music. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, the aching in your back beginning to bother you.
There was a sign that said there was a 24 hour convenience store 1 mile ahead. Maybe you would stop there get some aspirin. And maybe some other things like milk, bread, eggs, all of the things that weren't at the beach house. But then there was Bucky. Did he trust you to go in a store by yourself without trying to contact someone? And if he did trust you, could you trust him not to drive off without you? You doubted he would do that since he needed you for information, but you still didn't feel he was trustworthy.
"Hey." You said in a low voice. "There's a small store coming up ahead. I'm going to stop and get a few things. Do you trust me to go in without you?" When he didn't respond you snapped your fingers near his face. Nothing.
Feeling slightly unnerved by his silence you started rambling. "Look, the only reason I
Verden-An Introduction to Drakes
Drakes are dragon-kin that have four legs but no wings. They are typically covered in much harder scales than any other dragon-kin, some with scales even harder than any True Dragon. They have the fire breath of True Dragons, though it isn't very impressive in most cases, with some Drakes only able to blow smoke. While a few True Dragons have no wings, the difference between the Drakes and those few species is very clear-Drakes are not capable of speech.
Drakes are actually fairly sociable creatures, living together in small groups of anywhere between 2 to 10 individuals. They also enjoy the company of people, and are easy enough to train to take a rider, or to simply be a friendly family pet.
There are seven subspecies of Drake, and each are described on their individual pages. What follows is a brief list:
The Rumble Drake has the hardest back scales of any drake, and is one of the three species with horns on its snout.
Full Moon MarriageIt’s tough being married to a were-wolf. The neighbors always wonder why we have so much fur on our carpets when we have no dogs. The kids we babysit always point out the chew marks on the furniture and my funds are running low from buying all those replacement cats whenever my wife craves a midnight snack.
On our anniversary she makes me breakfast, which usually consists of waking up to half a cow on top of me. The other half is usually in the lawn.
She likes sushi and everything raw. I like overcooked and meat no longer red. She likes chasing the moon while I like chasing sleep. She likes the flower bed while I like the toilet.
She likes snuggles, and I like the softness of her hair through my fingers. She likes the night, and I like waiting up for her until she gets home. She likes shredding clothes, and I like patching them up for her.
She likes me, and I like her.
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