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Our AnthemI sang the anthem of my people
Hoping that in doing, I’d find my crowd;
The ones who, like I,
Have a public face oh so very different
From the one which is real.
I sang the anthem of my people
As I walked the paths new to me,
and watched each face
to find some trace of recognition.
Day’s end has now come,
And I cannot help but wonder
Have I lost the tune? The melody?
Do they sing our anthem different here?
My door is open, the signs I thought clear
Displayed for all to see if they but look.
Yet I wonder, must I the anthem relearn;
Or are our numbers here so few
That we simply haven’t crossed paths yet?
Permanent LinesThe position was not a comfortable one, and while Madison didn't fully understand all that was going on, she understood it's necessity. The room was sterile, white and chilly as she lay on her stomach, supported by a chair that was highly reminiscent of one she might find at the local dentist's, though modified to support her entire body more securely.
Any discomfort from the padded chair remained background noise as Madison tried not to focus on the scratching sensation from her back. The light chatter that the physcian beside her maintained was not enough, that was certain as she braced herself agains the sharp strokes, trying to prevent herself from shivering in pain. From what she could see from the corner of her eyes, Madison connected the sharp scratching that reached across her shoulders, along the top of her shoulder blades and now down her neck with the array of colored, unnaturelly stiff and sharp-ponted permanent makers that rested in a tray lined with sterile packagi
The Sound of DesperationIt had started as a counseling session, everyone meeting in a small group of age mates, but even after the first meeting, when they sat in silence, it was clear that something more was needed. For weeks they continued to meet twice a week, forced to sit in a circle in a room that was locked until the hour was up. After a month, they began to speak, finally giving voice to the depths of their souls, and the nightmares that lived within.
"I could kid myself into thinking I'm fine," Becca said, her voice starting steady despite the fact that she was the first to break the silence, "but I'm not. I'm tired of living these lies, and I just want to be done with it all. Everyone knows that a broken heart is blind, but no one really knows what to do with a broken brain. If it's not a vegetable, they shrug it off, saying it's fine, and tell you to do the same. It doesn't work that way. It just doesn't work that way. They say our bodies will heal, and that it will take time for
Living DreamsIf life is but a dream, what does that make our dreams? And if, not by your own will, each day becomes more of a nightmare than the last, what is it that makes us keep on pushing through? When the question of life becomes why, rather than how we struggle on for the next day’s dawning, why doesn’t anyone realize what’s really going on? For too long we’ve played their game, by their rules, and today that ends. All my fears, all my fears, my insecurities, anything that might have been used against me- they all fall away like tears when I contemplate the fact that each tomorrow brings a new day, each twenty-four hours closer to freedom. We all know that they’ll try to choke our rising hopes with fleeting fears carefully crafted to appear our own, but the fact that we know them not to be our own is a stronger force yet. We may not march against our enemies, our captors, but we shall stand as a strong tower to protect those who cannot yet stand alone. One
Drianus's choiceHe reached into his pocket, slowly wrapping his long fingers into a fist around the ring of his forefathers. Contemplating his options only revealed that, in the long run, he really had no choice. Sometimes, the words echoed in his mind as he forcefully ignored the memories of his surrogate father, sometimes, the only way to fight evil was to employ a greater evil whether one agreed with it or not. By the end of the day, only one thing would really matter: whether or not the throne remained in the family line.
If took a season of exile for people to realize just how corrupted things had become, so be it. He had seen exile, and very nearly raised his family within it's cool embrace. Drianus had spent many long agonizing hours turning things over in his mind, hoping to find another way for things to change, but found nothing. He would face battle tomorrow, leading the best of his men into the fray without a second thought. If giving his life in battle was required of him, it
Part of the JobThe sun gently warmed his back as he walked along the crowded street. He knew, though, that the pleasant feeling would not last long once he entered the apothecary that stood as the entrance to the rest of the Guild Halls. There was a certain satisfaction in a job completed in a silent and efficient manner, but Mortael held fast to the lingering taste of bitter regret that always followed his thoughts. The darkness of night only expounded them when he had nothing else to keep his thoughts away from the realities of his chosen line of work. The taste of regret was, as far as he knew, the only way that he could maintain his tenuous grasp of rational sanity. Silently, the assassin slipped through the stone-lined walls where the shadows from the torches danced in his wake. None would bother him this day, not unless he took the initiative and reached out to them first. A disturbed assassin was not to be bothered so soon after a completed mission, no matter what the reason.
The Blood OathI bought my fate straight from hell. What you need to understand here and now is that this is the embodiment of our fear, the vessel of our rage, and the harbinger of your doom. It may seem like a cut and dry matter, especially to one such as yourself, but know that it is anything but. Everything that we do and say is focused around that one concept alone; the sooner you figure out what that means for yourself, the better, as you'll actually start to fit in with us, strange as we are to your kind. My fate, the mirrored reflection of the fate of my people, is one that circumvents generations at a time, insidious weaving its way through our history. This oath, whether you acknowledge it or not, will affect your every dying day as we attempt to make the best of what's been left for us in this wasted world.
I chose my fate the day that I answered the king's call with heart and soul, and I now pay the price for what I have done in answering the Blood Oath's infernal need fo
Returning HomeI woke up to despise the world that I once loved. The sound of the fan in the next room is deceptively similar to the sound of the gentle rain that has gently woken me these past few mornings. For one blissful moment longer, I can pretend that things have not changed, and that when I open my eyes, the dim autumn lights will be filtered through the thick canvas wall of my rug lined pavilion. The thought is a comforting one until the undisturbed quiet is broken by the harsh blaring of my painfully electronic alarm, reminding me that cannot be so.
Blindly, I reach out and silence it before rolling over, pulling my heavy wool cloak back over my head in the same motion. It is entirely too early to face the fact that I'll be pouring myself a bowl of overly processed, prepackaged and artificially preserved cold cereal. Instead, I'd much rather it be my usual boiled grains prepared over a crackling fire, built from yesterday's carefully covered coals. It is an odd realization, but I
Rise of the Ice Kings: The Dream"Play for me, Brandhol." Rathiel begged upon the second evening of eldest brother’s short respite at home."Play your whistle again, please? It's been so long since you played!"
"That's because I've been gone so long, silly," he replied, digging out his tin whistle from an inner pocket of his thick cloak. After a few short trills to warm up his fingers, he began to play a song that seemed to grow and mature as it progressed. Rathiel grinned and began to dance a few bars into the seemingly light-hearted tune.
The children's uncle, Hedhel, sent home from war on permanent furlough lay on the rug, dozing before the dying fire. At the sound of his nephew's playing, he bolted upright, staring wildly at Brandhol for a moment before calming slightly. "I think it's time that you find your bed, Rathiel," he said hoarsely.
Silien looked up from her darning in surprise,"Goodness, child!" she exclaimed, "You should have been in bed almost an hour ago! Hurry and change now, I'll be along
Levi x Reader |To Make A Man Jealous|You let out an irritated noise, as you watched your boyfriend, Levi, who had a more irked expression than you. You were currently curled up on his couch, your bottom lip stuck out in a pout, not enjoying the fact you weren't getting the attention you craved from him. Levi made no effort to say anything, as he continued hurriedly writing with his quill.
You let out a sigh. Then another, and another. Levi's feline gaze went from his paperwork to you, his eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance.
"(Name), if you're just going to sigh like an idiot, I'd recommend to kindly move off your ass and do something productive." Levi half heartedly grumbled to you, and you took note of his thinning patience.
"Whatever," You replied, doing just that, as you got off his small office couch and went to the door. But before you could open it, you cautiously turned around. Levi's eyes were back on his paperwork, his face just as expressionless as always. An idea popped into your mind, as you slowly stroll
Designer!Levi x Model!Reader - Mannequin - [AU]
You were about to break down right them and there. The sassy gay assistant had made a comment about your unusual ass shape, needles were poking into your skin, and if this douchebag didn't stop being rude to you, you were going to scream. You thought being the prototype model for world renounced fashion designer Levi Ackerman would be an amazing, extravagant experience. Boy were you far off the mark. You began to shake your body in anger and fear, only to be stopped by another needle piercing your flesh.
"Ouch!! Could you please stop-"
"Shut the fuck up princess, I can't sew it into place if I don't use needles."
The well dressed ebony haired man continued to ignore your complains, layering fabric on top of the original prototype dress he had you slip on. Staying still like this really was a chore, at least when you did runway or photo shoots you got to move around. You were truly on your last nerve, and what assistant Jean Kirst
England x Reader - Drunken Confession
If there was one thing you hated the most, it had to be people attempting to contact you when you were trying so desperately to sleep.
What time was it again? Gaze flickering to your nightstand where a digital clock rested, you exhaled a sigh once your eyes skimmed over the bright numbers.
You should be asleep by now, but no – instead, whoever controlled your fate decided to pull a jerk move and force you awake due to your phone going off.
At first, your phone only went off once, signaling that you’d received one text. Normally you ignored things like that, dismissing it as something you could reply to in the morning – however, one text turned into two, and before you knew it, your phone went off at least ten times within the time span of five minutes.
Someone was obviously needing to contact you, and with a groan,
Levi x Reader - The Notebook - [AU]
“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me,
this has always been enough.”
"Mrs. (First)," the kind nurse called to you. "Mr. A is here! He's coming to read to you again."
Your eyes looked out at the large lake outside this place, feeling connected and compelled to go down there. The outside world was so lovely, it's a shame you were caged up like this. An old, frail hand rested against the window, eyes glazed with melancholy. You couldn't help but think you were forgetting something, but you simply dismissed this, knowing it'd return to you in time.
As you turned around, you saw an older man with dark gray hair enter your room, a notebook in hand. For an older man though, he still was damn good looking. Hell, he was just good
Levi x Reader - The Morning After
For the first time in ages, Levi opened his eyes to find a woman at his side, snuggled into the comfort of his arms. This is the same woman he has had his eye on for quite sometime, young squad leader (first) (last). Since no one was currently looking at him, he didn't give a damn and softened his facial expression, pupils focusing on your soft (hair color) locks. It had been forever since he felt this happy. His loneliness was coming to an end at last after many cold and restless nights. Golden rays of sun shined down on you, glorifying your beauty even more to the man as he gently placed a soft kiss at the top of your head.
Long lashes were batted in the midst of fluttering eyelids, giving glimpses at those beautiful (eye color) irises he loved reavealed to him. You were perfect in every way, and why a girl like you decided to give her body to a man like him, he didn't understand. Still, he didn't care about any of that shit, especially when he saw your warm smile
Levi x Reader - What Love Really Means
Levi found you, you where a whimpering 8 year old, about to die from starvation and blood loss. Levi was never one to really help strangers out, but his heart broke when he saw that little girl, shaking in fear for her life. Some store owners had stabbed you when you attempted to steal some food, causing your condition to even worsen. With a heavy sigh, the 24-year-old man patched you up with some spare rags, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. You still couldn't stop crying, despite the help you were receiving from the stranger.
"Oi, why are you still crying block head?"
The alley way was dark and dirty, and you were positive you were bleeding all over yesterday's rotten trash. The stench of filth and death invaded both sets of nostrils, making both of you a bit nauseous.
"I-I'm gonna die," you sobbed, tears running down your face.
"Tch, you're not gonna die idiot. Not while I'm around."
You choked on your cries
Thug!Levi x Reader - Karma - [AU]
If you do bad things, bad things happen to you. That's what we've all been told since we were just kids, right? If you treat someone badly, they'll treat you badly, or if you steal, you'll be stolen from. Levi figured all of his karma would catch up to him one day, he just didn't know when. He was a man of all sorts of vices, and lived like this because it was the only life he knew. Murder, drugs, theft, assault; this was the life he lived. He figured the time would come eventually when someone would find himself face down with pool pooled all around his body. You don't get far being a thug without making quite a few enemies after all.
Karma, doesn't always seem to happen in this world however.
When he first saw you, he didn't exactly know what he felt. There was physical attraction, enough to make him aroused in public actually, but there was something deeper hidden within him, ready to germ
Obsidian (Demon!Levi x Reader) [Demon!AU]
He was at the mere age of 11 when he first met you.
Children born from demons were rare, and were often celebrated by holding a great feast. He didn't like being the center of attention when he enters a room, gazes riveting to him, mutters heard. It irritated him so.
The demon known as Levi was a silent one, with obsidian locks obscuring those steel eyes of his, and with fur the color of an exquisite silver, soft to the touch. Levi was also quite an irascible and reclusive child, but tended to hide away his feelings and kept his mouth shut.
His head aches as he massages into his scalp, digits feeling the bumps upon his head; he was growing horns. Levi wasn't sure whether he'll grow wings, but if he did, he'd escape this place, never to be seen again.
Levi's mother had let him outside to play with the other children, but he simply observed from afar, knees held close to his chest. They ran, playing an exuberant game o
Yandere!Levi x Reader - Pillow
Yandere!Levi x Reader
Warning: This is some fucked up shit man. Creepy and disturbing scenes are in this story. Read at your own risk.
Boots nearly dragged on the cold stone ground as the day had come to a close, and what a day it was. Cadets were whining and slacking on chores, Hanji wouldn't shut her mouth, Erwin was on his ass about paperwork, and Petra kept trying to make unwanted advances on him. He was at his limits, and all he wished to do was retire to his bed and find comfort. Paperwork had consumed his attention into the late hours of the night, silent scribbles and breathing the only sounds throughout the building. Things just weren't the same anymore, he didn't know if there would ever be such thing as a normal. No, normal was long gone, never to come back again. But, he did have the second best thing.
A strong grip was placed on a frigid door knob, only adding to the aggravation of the situation. Not that Levi particularly enjoyed scorch
Friends and MemoriesAs was his habit, Frodo shut himself in his study, fulfilling his promise to Bilbo. It was the 6th of October, the anniversary of the Weathertop attack. It was not until evening that anyone realized the significance of the date, but Frodo had known early on. Bitter pain flooded his arm radiating from the morgul wound. With his opposite hand, he groped for the pendant that Arwen had given him. When at last his fingers found what they had searched for he found strength to block the whispers from his mind, finding peace in the memories of his friends.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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