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Morphological Bairn glared piercingly at the woman across from him. She winked back, the color of her hair slowly shifting from red to brown. Her eyes shone a brighter blue. Her skeletal structure melted and reformed under her face.
She was toying with him.
First impressions don’t matter much anymore, but he already didn’t like her. In one fluid motion she stepped forward, turned, and let her shoulders rest against the wall. The brick scratched against the fabric of her clothes, which were-
Nope, he didn’t care. Not one bit. Especially not with her willingly flaunting herself like this in public. She leaned into him, whispering, like a child sharing a secret with a friend.
“Come on, big guy. Loosen up a little.” She rolled her shoulder into him. “Play a little game with me.”
Gonei am woken up
from dreams of you
burnt brain matter
in the hollow of my
thump, thump, thumping
goes my heart
my pulse snaking
venom through my veins now
blackening my skin where
bruises blossom and bloom have
taken up residence un
Lock and Keyi keep an image of you,
you know, caged inside my head
he talks to me wonderfully,
and oh, how he smiles
but his eyes are dead.
it may be high time for me
to hand you the key
Birthday WishesI listen to your words
like blowing out the candles
on a birthday cake.
I squeeze my eyes tight,
through the smoke.
You, Me, Your Clone (New Intro?) "Anna?" Louis called from under the covers. "Is something wrong? Come back to bed." He pulled back the sheet she had tucked against him and patted the mattress. Anna stood by the window for a second longer looking down at the empty street below. Shadows crept around the orange glow of the street lights. She shivered and, finally, turned away. Louis watched her expectantly as she slipped back into the bed. He flicked the covers over her, pulling her to him until their noses touched. "You're cold." She tucked her face against his neck, soaking up his body heat. "You want to tell me what's going on?"
Louis could feel her mumble something, her lips brushing over his skin. He sighed, prompting her to repeat herself. "I said I couldn't sleep."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"You'll laugh at me."
"What else am I here for?" He laid her down on her ba
Soul Burn: Killing Qualms Come on, Amanda. You need to wash the blood off. Move your arms, splash some water onto yourself. You can do it.
Amanda stood frozen waist deep in a lake, cold water prickling her skin with goosebumps. Her teeth chattered behind her ice blue lips, little puffs of breath floating up from her mouth. Her robes around her body a smoky cloud of crimson. There had been an attack on the four friend's camp at dawn. Garrett, having taken watch high in a great pine, saw the assassins coming. With a yell he woke the others and snapped the first one's neck with his bare hands. The group of four defended each other until only one assassin was left standing. He lunged towards Garrett, grimacing and clenching a dagger in his hand. Garrett stood still, looked over at Amanda from the corner of his eye, and for the first time ever he hesitated. Amanda rushed in front of him to block the dagger, taking the blade in her shoulder down to he
Soul Burn: Advice (Conversations with Characters) "Come on, little lady, let's see what you can do!"
Amanda spun around just in time to catch the staff flying towards her. Logan stood a few feet away holding onto another staff, a grin lighting up his face. He wanted to spar. "Firstly," Amanda walked forward and poked the bottom of her staff into Logan's stomach. "That is an incorrect description of me. Secondly, what are you talking about?"
"Defense. You, being a healer, never get into the middle of a fight. You stay behind us, so that we can protect you, and you in turn can heal us. But let's say that Naz gets seriously injured, and me and Garrett for whatever reason aren't able to protect you while you heal Naz. I want to know if you can simultaneously heal, and defend yourself."
Amanda snorted. "And what about you? You have a weakness as well. You may be able to hold your own with brute strength, but you can't defend against magic."
"Fine. Fine. You make a good point. So, after I beat you up, you can hi
Dear Lover,Would you blow
kisses into my
Though it may
stop my pulse,
it will leave
in my heart.
SB: Girl Talk (Conversations With Characters) "What do you have against being a girl?"
Amanda jerked slightly, as if she were physically hit with the question. She had gone into the woods to hide away for a little while when Naz brushed up beside her. Naz had been silent until a moment ago, which was strange as she liked to talk almost as much as she breathed. Amanda had come to find Naz's silences as a precursor to either an avalanche or ambush of words.
"W-what do you mean? I am female." Amanda continued to look down at the book in her lap, as if she were still reading.
"Yes, you dress feminine, and you keep your hair long. But you aren't...girly. You never dress up, or wear makeup, or do something with your hair. You don't even talk to me like a normal girl would."
"I'm sorry. I never realized that you actually wanted me to talk to you."
"Oh please, like I never shut up. You just never respond."
Amanda sat silently, proving Naz's point without even meaning to. The w
Talking Clean: Levi x Reader
WARNING: Dirty talking that makes my head spin in regret.
The empty halls of the head-quarters began to flood with squads and scouts as they inquired chit chats with each other before dinner, where they'd devour what they could, and then suddenly disappear for a rejuvenating slumber afterwards. You gave a few acknowledgements, head nods if you will, and a few smiles until you reached the far end of the hall, where no one really dared walk past.
It was Lance Corporal Levi's office, and you really never quite understood the anxiety pangs that'd hit people as they'd knock on his door or walk near it. Because, really, you had a bad habit of just barging in, and when you did, he already knew it was going to be a special invigorating squad leader.
And so as your usual act of invasion, your fingers curled around the golden knob, flickering your attention to a couple of bystanders, who stared back at you in something that resembled nothing bu
Trainee Shenanigans: Horse Ride
WARNING: Stupidness, and some bad language. Enjoy the ride, Cadet.
"Come on, get in!" In went one, two, three, four, five until you gave up on counting. It was overwhelmingly warm outside, and the wood of the wagon seemed just about to decay and fall to pieces on the soil you stood on.
There was, if anything, about to be an overflow of smelly and active teenage soldiers that kept flooding into the wagon like a river, non-stop as the weight grew and grew, space declining and declining. Beside you was an ever so gentle Christa Renz, hair golden and eyes blue, but her hands moved nervously as she buried herself into your side. To the other was Connie, who had the casual look of devilish nothingness plastered on his boyish features.
"By the time it's our turn, there won't be any room left. The Instructor might even make us run there!" Christa's voice was smooth, but the slightest hint of concentration was seeping through her pinked lips. The last of the soldiers climbed in.
Shrugging off t
Kiss the pain away. Romano x Reader
〖 The most important thing to me is to make you happy. 〗
“So, anything interesting happened to you?”
“I spilled milk on my shirt this morning.” She replied, letting an exasperated sigh escape her slightly chapped lips. [Name] looked down at her plaid blue shirt, the stain still visible to the eye.
“Hmm, doesn't sound like you're having a good day.”
She groaned. Of course, it wasn't a good day for her. Most days were never good for her. Well, at least that's what she had thought. Not like [Name] actually cared though. It's like a routine, except for weekends. In which she would probably sleep, go out with her friends, grocery shopping for more food.
“Well, at least things are getting better.” [Name] said, shrugging. “Not for me, though. But for someone.”
Romano let out laugh— or at least something like that. [Name] didn't bother to actually know; she was too tired to even ask. Th
La Casa... Parte 14... FINALLos primeros en practicar fueron los del equipo de Baloncesto
Como siempre Phineas encesto la mayoría de todas las canastas.
En una parte independiente de la cancha se encontraban las gradas y el espacio para las porristas y la mascota de los equipos.
Isabella daba marometas, brincos y saltos mortales, pirámides y todo, Phineas al terminar su partido solo se encargaba de mirar la actuación de Isabella.
Por parte de Baljeet trataba de estar a la par de las porristas pero era muy difícil.
Era el turno de Bufort, y al terminar todo el equipo cargaba a Bufort pues gracias a, el había ganado la victoria. Tania voleaba de manera impresionante y remataba mejor, Ganaron pero salió más que rendida pues más de una vez las del otro equipo quisieron golpearla. El último equipo que salió fue el de futbol en el que el partido iba 6-5 a favor del equipo de Ferb y Ulises, entre ellos entablaban una conversación.
Sleep My Love-Germany x Reader
She laid her head upon folded arms across the banister of the second story balcony. In the dark below she saw her and husband, Ludwig’s, backyard, surrounded by a grove of trees which stood in shadow, an area of them illuminated by the soft glow of the downstairs porch light. Tilting her head she looked out beyond the yard’s wooden fence to the quiet gravel road. Not a car passed by, the air was still and quiet, filled only by the beautiful, steady song of some distant crickets. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, (name) could not sleep. This frustrated her for she knew no obvious reason as to why. Nothing particularly stressful plagued her mind, she had nothing coming up that would make her the least bit anxious, and furthermore she had been awake since about seven o’clock that morning.
Sighing she laid back onto the long wooden bench where she sat, stretching her legs, clothed in a pair of soft (f/c) pajama pants given to her by her husband
Unrequited Love: Uroko x Reader
The apprehension was almost ripping you to shreds, the confusion scratched the surface of your skin with malicious intent. Your eyes had fallen shut for a mere second of thought, and the thought itself was enough to drag your feet closer to the sake-drinking pervert deemed as your closest friend.
He was the messenger, vessel if you may, of the Sea God. Powerful, strategic, smart, a pervert, and sometimes hard to follow. You began to move quickly, and suspected that he heard your footsteps at the temple's door made an opening for your presence, the blue pillars of light illuminating your path way.
"Uroko," You called out as you walked in, removing your shoes. To your dispirit, and not surprisingly, he was found laying on his side with a bottle of sake pressed into his fingers, long white hair falling in rivers around his form, "Uroko, what's going on? I can't...the townspeople won't let me go past the borders..."
You moved closer as he stared at you, eyes blue as they followed as you fe
DreamcatcherShe hung a dreamcatcher in her room,
so that when she dreamt of him,
he would stay with her
even when she was awake
Just Can't Say It [Commission] It was one of those exceptionally hot days that everyone seemed rather lazy despite the endless work that had yet to be done. Each sailor did his duty at a rather sluggish pace, going only as fast as they absolutely needed before they could be called out for their laziness. Even their captain, Valentine McCormick, wandered about the ship lazily. Whatever fortune his ship might have been granted from the weather in the past, the Rising Sun was far from being spared from this blistering heat. It was really all Val could do to not just pull off his shirt here and now. He still wondered why he hadn’t. His golden brown hair stuck to his skin just enough to irritate him, his dark eyes squinting in the bright light from the sun above. This was an unusually hot day…for once what he would give for a bit of rain.
As Val walked about his ship, semi-overseeing his crew, he caught sight if Kira not too far away, seeking shelter in what bit of shade th
Discription But I cannot describe love only in the touch of your hands, or the kiss of your lips. I can
only describe it in the way the air is thick between us as we are near each other, as if
gravity itself longs for us to touch. The way an itching ache fills me when you are far away,
urging and begging me to curl you up and hold you in my chest. Though along side it is a
variable peace, knowing that though you are far, you are still close to me. I clasp unto
myself the rhythm and rasp of your steady breathing, the mixed scent of your skin after a
long day and soap and colonge. I hold in me the nuances of your voice; soft and sharp,
whispered and story-like. In me, it all feels full and heavy and light; it feels exciting and
soothing and whole. It feels like love.
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