|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Snow Princess (America x Reader) A/N : Sorry for not being true to my name and only posting poetry and journal entries lately! Honestly, this is more of a hope i have for me and this guy I like that isn't fictional, because in North Carolina, if it snows at all, it only snows an inch or so and its really watery,and it has never once snowed to the point where someone couldn't leave the warm embrace of their house. Enjoy anyway.
It was a cold December morning, and your downstairs was embedded in darkness. You checked the time, 10:45 am? and still dark out? That couldn't be right. You went upstairs to where your kitchen was (your house was a little strange, alright?) And were greeted by rays of sunlight. You smiled, the sunlight seemed pure, and you couldn't see a cloud in the sky. You looked out the window. The ground was nothing but white also. But wait, how did the ground reach up to your second story window? The realisation hit you like a brick.
You were snowed in
Normally in situations where
Winter Perils - The China Doll GangAudrey had been taken completely by surprise when she made her way to the kitchen to fetch some more wine for her and her mother, and saw the apparition hanging in the air. A ghostly white face, seemingly just hovering there. It was only when she had felt the hand on her shoulder, and saw the grey outline of the woman stepping forward, that she realised not only was it not a ghost, it was someone who she had read about in the Daily Mail.
She stood, unable to move from a combination of fear and disbelief as the long rope was draped around her neck and down her shoulders, before her arms were pulled back by the motion of the rope spiralling down them, her wrist fixed together in the small of her back, the rope digging into her bare arms as the intruder then wound the rope around her body and chest, criss-crossing her black t-shirt as the person in front of her removed the long turquoise scarf from around her neck, and rolled it into a tight band...
“About time, Audrey w
Bitch,Please! (BTT x Reader) C7"Go what?!" Antonio said, bewildered.
"You heard me Toni, go streaking" you said,smirking
"Or you embarrassed your boyfriend Lovino will see you?"
"It's not like he hasn't seen you naked before mon ami" Francis chuckled, causing the Spaniard to turn redder than his prized tomatoes, but reluctantly remove his clothing where none of you could see him and walk out into the frigid weather.
-10 minutes later-
"Bastardo!" Antonio ran in, covering his privates as a shoe went flying past his head as he slammed the door. He walked around, not remembering whet he had placed his clothes. He found them and bent over, you bit your lip. Damn did he have an ass! After Antonio had his clothes back on the next round began
"Alright Francy, you have to... wear England's clothes until the next round is over."
"But mon cher! Zhey're so tacky!"
"I don't give a shit you lost so you have to do it"
he sighed and pulled on the Englishmans clothes that he got
Winter Perils - The Gentlemen Robbers“I must say, it is most accommodating of you to offer us some hot coffee,” the tall man said as he sat in an armchair, sipping the black beverage from a cup. “It is a cold night, and this is very welcoming.”
“No matter the circumstance, we must show hospitality,” the woman sitting opposite him said. She was wearing a long gold coloured robe with a brown floral print on it, and a white scarf that covered her hair and head so that only her face showed. The scarf had a brocaded edge, and was held in place by a gold pin.
“Will you be taking this,” she said as she put her hand to it.
“No – I have no desire to make you disobey a requirement of your faith,” the man said as he sipped his coffee again, the cup held firmly in his black gloved hand. He was about six foot five, and wore a black leather jacket over a roll necked sweater, trousers and shoes. The outfit was completed by the black balaclav
Perfect Boys Only Exist in Books Thank you.
Thank you for finding me, amongst all the others. For noticing me, for finding me appealing, whether it be my name or cover or even because of the hand that had written me.
I'll try my best not to disappoint you. I hope you like my plot, the characters, the words chosen.
I hope you like my ending.
I feel your loneliness when your arms tighten around me, and I do my best to comfort your with my words. I do my best to be your friend.
I like when you cradle me in your hands, and when you turn my pages it tickles.
You never seem to forget about me. I'm always on your nightstand and riding in your bookbag. But of course my favorite place is in your hands.
You finished me pretty fast.
I know the ending made you cry; I felt your tears on my pages and it smudged a word or two. But that was okay, because after, you smiled.
I felt you hug me against your heart one last time.
The next day, I'm back on the shelf. But this time, I'm not so lonely,
Because I got to experie
Beauty and the Shifter (a Disney scene parody)
Beauty and the Shifter (a Disney scene parody)
It was raining out as Hilary ran to her destination. Meanwhile, a prideful shifter was saddened, his beauty ran off to help her father get a hospital. For him, it felt like his heart ripped out. He didn't care of Matthew's appearance, at least until Matthew shot him with an arrow from his crossbow.
Matthew was the son of the headmaster of the shifter hunter school, who loved Hilary, but she hated him. "Get up!" Matthew said, laughing as the male shifter, all four of his eyes empty. "What's the matter, Shifter...'Too kind and gentle' to fight back?!" Matthew said, smirking at the whining sound Mori made. Hilary ran up through the rain in time to see Matthew getting ready to kill Mori, "No!" Hilary yelled, giving some life into Mori's eyes. "Hilary?" Mori asked, wondering if his eyes were playing a trick on him. "No! Matthew don't!!" Hilary yelled, tears forming in her beautiful blue eyes. Mori shifted into a monster, something that looke
boats and planesA while ago there was a little boy who lived on an island.
Sometimes a boat or a plane would crash onto the island and the little boy would help fix the boat or plane.
He had small hands you see, while everyone else had big hands. And the boats and planes always needed someone with small hands to fix them.
One day the little boy met a man who had crashed on the island. And like everyone else, this man had big hands.
But this man wouldn't let the little boy fix anything. In fact, to the little boy, it looked like the man was destroying his only way off the island, so the little boy kept trying.
'Look at your hands' the man said one day. The little boy knew what his hands looked like already, so he just ignored the man.
Soon the mans crash didn't look like a crash anymore, just parts in the sand. The man sat in the middle of it all and the little boy thinks the man will die there.
But the man doesn't.
One day the man and the parts were gone.
The little boy stood at the shore
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
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More