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GreenGreen walls. Green because its soothing. And it had to be soothing, the hospital room. Not that the rooms resident would be noticing the walls anytime soon. Dated Venetian blinds on the rooms far window were cracked to let the hope of sunshine stumble in. Little dust fairies swam through thin shafts of light streaking through the area. A ceiling fan pretended to circulate forever-stale air through the cramped room, and a sink was perched outside an impossibly tiny bathroom on the far side of the room. A man lay prone in the bulky, plastic hospital bed in the rooms center. I ignored the tubes, machines, and IV cords, the too-neatly folded blanket tucked under his frail arms; and it was easy to imagine he was simply taking a nap to pass the heat of the day. After 60, its hard to pinpoint a persons age, but he was probably 80-years-old, give or take a decade. Like dark streams down a mountain, his wrinkles cascaded from his snowy widows peak down
worldI dont have the right pills,
The right knife, the right skills
The right motive to kill
The perverted tick-tock of this world that we fill
Towards the sky, towards a lie
Towards the vexing, perplexing
And the airs virgin cry
pomegranateAll these people all inside themselves
Their bodies are the final straw
The little bags holding their insides
But just a little pressure
Some sin, some stress here
And they will pop and bleed
Like so many pomegranate seeds.
Battledon't bite me little man
you wanna fight me, think you can?
i got a wicked battle plan
im gunna rock you like graphite,
till you cant even shit right
scratching stars into your eyes
and my teeth into your thighs
till your fuckin goldfish cries
still wanna fight? think you got pride?
well i got magic on my side
all my weapons in disguise:
see theres a dragon in my pocket
shit, even Gandolf couldn't stop it
i made that crone cry like a hobbit
and i just grinned, i'm a jester
sure as sin, you gon say " yessir"
while i crush your midget chest
between the iron of my breasts
short staturekay kay kay gangsta major,
know you play play play with light sabers
just gimme one dollar boy,
swear you'll hear me holler
cuz i'm five foot three
and boy I can't reach
unless you bend for me
swingsi can be happy just sitting in rain
in a rusty old swing in the downpour
with the sirens around me screaming in vain
swing deaf to their harmonious roar
i can see with neither eye, both made sore
by the icy cold water beating inside
and thunder answering with a sound like war
to those sirens' continuing cry
and i'm ready to swing, swing up through the sky
that mirrors the muddled puddle below
no matter how dirty no puddle can hide
this reflection of empty my eyes always show
Roman Runaway (Romano x Reader)
(Romano x Reader)
Song(s) to listen to, ‘Opus 33’ from Dustin O’ Halloran to get the full feeling of this story.
“FIND HER! WHERE DID SHE GO?!” I could feel my heart beat from within my chest as I ran towards freedom.
“A-almost there!” I called out airily as I proceeded to make it towards the large sign of the hotel we were staying at.
“I THINK I’VE FOUND HER! CORNER HER BOYS!” I looked behind me to see a large group of guards, at least ten of them.
Protect me my ass, these fools just wanted their pay.
“GAH!” I felt my body suddenly collide with the cold, icy, ground. I crawled my way o
Heir Loki x Baby readerThe night air was crisp as Loki casually strolled through some Midgardian woods. The full moon illuminated the bare trees and the snow covered ground, creating a very beautiful scenery; but there was one sound that shattered the sought after serenity, a baby’s wail- high pitched and annoying. Loki went on so deep in thought he remained oblivious to the wails that grew louder and louder. In fact he wasn’t pulled out of his mind until the source of the screaming was directly in front of him.
“Silence you mewling quim!” Loki bellowed as he glared at the child that could be no older than a year old. You quieted immediately and all tears in your (e/c) eyes seemingly dried up. Blood glistened in the moonlight against your (s/c) skin and led Loki to notice you were clad only in a diaper in freezing weather; a feat only capable by Frost Giants and Fire Fae as far as he knew.
“Where is your mother?”
You gurgled, causing the blood on y
Chitauri Loki x Baby readerTakes place between Thor and The Avengers.
Wind whipped all around Loki as he fell from the Bifrost. Darkness surrounded him and if it wasn’t for the fact he was blinking his eyes he would’ve never known they were open at all.
‘I’ll never be as good as Thor’ Was his last thought before he gave into the darkness completely.
“Who is he?” A female voice penetrated his mind and pulled him from his sleep.
“I am Loki of Asgard.” He piped in while the two Chitauri females before him jumped back at his sudden interruption.
“Our King would like to meet you.” They stated in unison after they recovered from their mild case of shock. Loki swung his legs over the side of the bed and followed the pair through large golden hallways until they stopped in front of gigantic double doors. They said nothing as they stepped to the side and motioned for him to go in.
“Loki of Asgard wel
i am alpha and omegaShe stands up, dizzy and drunk. Wonders when her heels came unstrapped, and grips the glass she's got in her hand tighter than she holds her rosary on sleepless nights. Her vision hazy, she trips over her own twisted ankles trying to stand up and pulls the bottom hem of her dress down because her mother taught her two things: One, a lady never shows her ass in public. Two, a lady only drinks the strongest of whiskeys. That was before she had skipped town to pal around with her new boyfriend that had pockets deeper than Lake Baikal, if you know what I'm saying.
The silence is heavy as she slowly makes her way out of whatever hallway she had found herself in, stepping over someone else's body that's marinated in liquor for only god knows how long. It takes an effort not to tumble down the stairs in her shit-faced state, and she barely makes it out alive. There's a door. Opens it. There's a city outside cast in the glow of a purple sunrise,
Secret Santa- Finland x Reader (ONE SHOT)
The snow settled on the ground peacefully. It was Christmas Eve and everything was perfect.
Well, almost everything. The fact was, a Finnish man and his (nationality) girlfriend were arguing over the issue of Christmas again.
“Why are you never here?” you screeched at him, “I go to celebrate with you every year just to have you gone all night! Do you know how frustrating that is?”
Your (h/c) was damp from the shower you just had. Upon getting out, you saw your loving boyfriend getting ready to leave like he always did this time of year. It had seemed even worse ever since you had moved in with him or perhaps you just noticed more now.
“Listen (Name)...” he pleaded, “I can’t tell you just yet. It hurts me to keep it away from you but it will come in time.”
“NO! I’m sick of you leaving every Christmas Eve! We may as well break up if you can’t tell me!”
Tino sighed gently, “Tomorrow. I&
Caption Challenge: Playing Hooky
"Do I really have to wear this?" Keith complained to his mom as he straightened his tie.
She smiled at him as she dusted his shoulder, "Of course, sweetie! Why wouldn't you when you look so dashing?"
"Mooom!" Keith pouted.
"Oh, don't be so stubborn, dear, you look handsome."
"Yea, Keith, at least you're not wearing this." His sister, Lily, gestured to the uniform dress she was wearing, "It's cold out and I still have to wear a skirt; at least you get some fashionable pants. All I get is this plaid nightmare."
"Come now, you two, grab your lunches and head to school."
Lily was over exaggerating about how cold it actually was. Sure, it was the beginning of fall, but the weather was still relatively warm. She was constantly rubbing her arms to keep warm, expecting Keith to hand her his jacket. After several attempts, she figured she may as well 'endure the cold' all the way to school.
"This is stupid; I don't want to go to school like this." Lily pointed at
Tinkering Little Emil (Reader x Toy! Iceland)
Tinkering Little Emil
(Mrs. Clause! Reader x doll! Iceland)
A holiday story
Song(s) ‘Opus 20’ from Dustin O’Halloran (Please listen to get the spirit of the holiday’s going or else you may not get the full feeling!~)
“You know, you should throw that old toy away, I think you’ve done enough damage as it is Peter.” An English accented voice rang through a large manor.
“Nah uh! Emil is so much fun to play with, plus uncle Berwald gave him to me when I was three!” A softer version of the previous voice
Creepypasta x Half Wolf!Reader [Part 8]"I never would have thought that a girl would be good at this," BEN mumbled, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He cast a sideways glance to the young female beside him, who was staring at the TV screen with a triumphant look. "I mean, we got up to round 47," he continued. "I usually can't even get past 10."
[Your Name] turned her head and smiled happily at him. "I really like games like this," she giggled. "I've always found them really fun!"
"So have I," he commented. "And you know... We would have survived if you had just came over and revived me when I was down--"
The young girl frowned. "It's not my fault if you die every ten seconds and there's a huge-ass swarm of zombies behind me."
"Ten seconds?" BEN repeated. "I do believe that I survive longer than that."
"You died in the first round."
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I LIKE TO DIVE DOWN STAIRCASES. IT WASN'T MY FAULT THAT THERE WAS LIKE FIVE OF THEM ZOMBIES WAITING FOR ME EITHER."
"It was rather amusing to wa
narcissism (i can't get you outta my skin)she's fucking fantastic.
that girl, i mean. fucking fantastic. everything about her--greasy hair, cloudy irises, chapped lips. doesn't matter that she ain't model material or anything. her hipbones jut out just enough to touch mine when we fuck. her lips sure know how to dance better than her feet. and she's got this idea in her head that killed her, but i can't figure out just what it was.
her cat still circled my legs like i'm half prey half predator. orange tabby cat with no tail and a stubborn mouth, but she loves that thing to death. ironic.
she came from japan, you know. her mother came over when things were getting tough because she thought in america you were invincible and when she realized she was wrong she killed herself. boom--right in the head. she found her mother dead on the floor when she wasn't even three. the neighbors found her next.
so yeah. she's pretty fucking fantastic. she runs t
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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