50 Recent Deviations
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CarduusThe silence was cut by, "Why can't you trust me?"Carduus by ~Freestyle56
Making my wicked heart jump with surprise
Guilt makes looking into dark brown eyes a difficult job
fright's feeding the bitter corner of my mind
Be quiet you wretched thing; stop creeping into my good times
My eyes are squeezed tight together
My five senses detect his disappointment clearly
and my sixth sense can't help but feel this heavy emotion as well
Those frustrated eyes; my glistening ones
The silent plea in his voice; I couldn't find mine even if I tired
The bitter taste in my mouth; the sadness at the roof of his, keeping him quiet and expectant
The string of hope rotting, choking me with its thick, foul odor
His strong hand clamped on my wrist; my shaking skin under his
Anticipation is a scary creature
but so is my mind tricking me into not telling
a dear soul my rawest of feelings
everything about you nauseates me nowit took a walk of shame to get here,everything about you nauseates me now by ~X3beyondthesunx3
the guilty, except
i'm not the one to blame.
he took a blade dripping in venom
the sinner, knowing
the slices are for deepening,
but cuts don't burn like they should
despite your poison,
the rain just washes you away.
though the toxic fumes of your cologne
nip at my nose like
mustard gas on the battleground,
the silence reminds me of your voice,
the singer, knowing
you only ever sang shallow tunes.
he took a blade to my soul,
only to learn, dismayed
my body is alive for his destruction -
but nothing can penetrate my spirit.
his pessimistic words can never touch me
like his careless hands have,
and every effort was in vain anyway.
anti-socialanti-social is the labelanti-social by ~X3beyondthesunx3
with a meaning misconstrued,
and wildly overused
here before you, here i am
the real anti-social
and, frankly, i don't give a damn
i'm the wildest form of atypical
in this strange society's eyes
but its norms are far from normal
when we're built on nothing but lies
i've disowned almost every relative
(save my mother) that isn't already dead
i've found an inner circle of friends
that are my "family" instead
my relationships build over several conversations
and upon two simple words: honesty and respect
abide by those words and you'll see my best,
but don't screw me over, because i give what i get
with the internet spiderwebbing around the globe
there's supposed to be human connection
i've searched for a reason to care,
but all that i've seen is dissention
there's nothing wrong with not following society
but i can admit i find it unusual, too
that when you don't care to be in my c
Hunting of the Job.Hunting of the Job.Hunting of the Job. by *KelaLewis-Morin
C.V after C.V.
Praying for kind words from referees.
Constant online submissions.
Bolstering my employable ammunition.
Researching and rewording.
Hoping they will label me as deserving.
In order to better my position.
Forcefully financing a high level of optimism.
Application after application.
Attempting to obtain any occupation.
Compromising my preferred industry.
Approaching each interview cynically.
Signing up to multiple age
Stockholme Syndrome Chapter 1 (RusPru APH)Prussia walked slowly across the room. He didn't recognize the room but it didn't seem important enough to stop. The only light in the room came from outside, where the night glowed. A fierce snowstorm raged outside of the windows and obscured any view of the scenery beyond.Stockholme Syndrome Chapter 1 (RusPru APH) by *sailorgreywolf
Prussia only spared a moment to look out the window before continuing to walk across the room. He wasn't sure why he was walking; all he knew was that he must. His destination came into sight, or at least it seemed so. On the opposite wall, the one he was walking towards, there was a full length mirror. He walked straight up to the mirror and stared at his reflections.
He could still see himself in the shape of the face and the confusion in the eyes. But, this could not be him. The man in the mirror had violet eyes and his hair was light beige. He put his hand up and ran it through his hair, which he knew was white. The man in the mirror did the same. It wasn't possible that he was seeing his reflection, because he
Something...."I'm going out Johnny," the woman called over the loud clacking of her high heels when she entered the kitchen, making said boy look up from his bowl of cereal.Something.... by ~Freestyle56
Johnny sat at the kitchen table and watched the woman's hair fall to one side as she angled her neck, putting on a large, hoop earring. Her knee high leather boots and the quick glimpse of fish net stockings, before her black trench coat swiftly covered the rest, were all the small boy saw as a more obvious indication of where she was going to go. He looked away, feeling something drop in his stomach; something heavier than fruit loops.
Johnny kept his nose in his cereal, opening his mouth he stuttered in a low voice, "W-when will you be getting b-b-back?"
"Later tonight," the woman said off-handedly, focusing on her reflection in the small mirror kept on the refrigerator. Johnny bit his lower lip. "But I already called the babysitter, she'll be here soon."
"Mm-m'kay," Johnny mumbled, trying to push down the lump in his t
Break Me Prologue (APH RusPrus)The room was lit by a single candle that was drowning in its own wax. The small pool of light illuminated a large man bent over a war table. Small red pieces showed where he had his troops placed on the Polish border.Break Me Prologue (APH RusPrus) by *sailorgreywolf
The soft sound of footsteps came from the hall, but the man paid no attention to them, surely they were just one of his sisters. He returned to the map, taking no mind of the footsteps stopping outside the door. For a second the only sound was the sputtering as the candle choked on its own wax, then another sound permeated the room. The soft and sensual sound of metal sliding out of a leather holster met this ears and he looked up in time to see a silver gun barrel.
The silver glowed like fire in the dying light, a color that was echoed in the hair of the person holding the gun. The blue of his military uniform faded to the black of the night around him, but the eyes were unmistakably red. And how red they were, a red that perfectly matched the armband he wore. It was a d
Immortal Kiss Chapter 1 (RusPru Vampire AU)Gilbert often laughed when his brother told him that he slayed vampires and Ludwig would always respond with the same thing "There is more danger than you know. They are all around you. It's impossible for a normal person like you to see what they really are until they sink their fangs into your veins and drink you hot blood.". Gilbert's response was always the same "Maybe if you told me what they looked like I could avoid them".Immortal Kiss Chapter 1 (RusPru Vampire AU) by *sailorgreywolf
Ludwig always gave him the same vague response "They are pale, extremely good looking, with very bright hypnotic eyes in strange colors". Gilbert would always laugh the same way "You know you just described me, right?" He never really expected to meet one of these mythical creatures his little brother spent his time hunting. Gilbert spent the majority of his time partying, drinking, smoking, and generally ignoring all the rules of society. Clubs were his forte; he and his two best friends usually spent their Saturday nights there.
Kenneth Young vs. Death Part 1“Thanks for coming for a jam session Kenny san.” Mikuru said as she tuning her guitar; Heavlymoon as the young slayer was waiting on her to get ready. Kenneth had only meet Mikuru when Amsodueus had her under his control, but now that he learn a few things about this ninja Kenneth had start to come over and start these jams sessions with her Then again, Kenneth had seen her train sometime, but she was someone who kept to herself or afraid of something.Kenneth Young vs. Death Part 1 by *kakashisgirlfighter
“Not at all.” He gave his goofy smile at her.
“Really? Because this is something personally.” The way she said it, it sounded like a pleaded for help or something, thou Kenneth didn’t catch it, but this was something base on her life, he wonder what it was she going to base a song off of. “If you’re worry I’m going to laugh, not at all.” He said as Mikuru gave him a look of uncertain.
Mikuru finish tuning her guitar and started to play something, the melody was sad and yet
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