Fates UnbalancedIt is a great power that we wield, and a great loneliness beside. All the others fear us, and with good reason for between us, we call life, life, and death, death, and give meaning to the time between the two. We are the bookends and the pages of a book that we have written and that we alone know the end to. Meddle in our ways, and that which is written between the covers can change. Please or amuse us, and perhaps your story shall take a turn for the better before the end, for that is who we are. Clotho, the youngest of our triple existence spins the thread that man and not-man alike call Life on her wheel of flashing stories. I, Lachesis, measures out her work, deciding the length and the imperfections that each story should contain. Atropos, once the youngest, now the eldest of our trio wields the blades that put swiftly put an end to the art that together we have created, declaring the final product as complete in all ways.
It is Atropos between us that has changed the most,
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
Hiro Hamada x Reader: Rain
Its been raining hard for days in the large city of San Fransokyo, on and off. It was unpredictable. So unpredictable, you left your house without your rain gear and an umbrella because it wasn't raining when you woke up or when you got ready for the day, not even when you leaved the house. It just had to start pouring again when you were half way to your school. You were soaked in a matter of seconds, your clothes clinging to your skin like it were a second skin. Your hair made a thick veil go in front of your eyes, making you look down to the ground to be able to somewhat see where you were going.
It didn't take long for you to get cold thanks to your soaked clothes and the continuing rain. So cold you were shuffling, almost unable to move since the weight of your clothes nearly tripled. You could turn back and be late or you could keep going...and still be late but not as late.
You turned around slowly, since your movement was limited, and lifted up your hair t
In the silence of the dark night, rain filled clouds drifted over New York. The wind picked up and exclaimed her howling sighs. Raindrops started dripping on the roofs of all the buildings, spreading a relaxing melody through the empty streets.
Most people were already fast asleep, their soft snoring contributing to the melodic unity of sounds that penetrated your apartment. In the dim light of your computer screen, you were working on a project you had to finish before the next morning.
Your eyes started to feel heavy, but you couldn’t give in to the lingering sleep yet. Just a few more adjustments and you would be done. You rubbed your eyes an stretched your arms out above your head. The glowing red light of your alarm clock told you it was already three in the morning. In less than five hours you would have to be at the office again. While you were working on the last few details your eyes started to feel heavier and heavier, until after a few minutes you had fallen asleep beh
Hiro x Reader|Open the door
Warning - Just about one or two Spoilers
You sighed deeply, running a hand through your hair in defeat as you sat against Hiro's room door. Ever since Tadashi's death not long ago, Hiro had locked himself in his room and ignored all pleads to come out. Aunt Cass tried to persuade him to leave the room but the only reply she got was a deep silence full of sadness. No matter how hard Cass tried, she had no avail. So you decided to come over and try to haul him out since you were greatly worried for him.
But this only ended up with you staying by his door at all times.
You never left his door unless you really needed to use the bathroom. You took small naps and ate snacks that Aunt Cass had given you. Hiro wondered why you never left his door. Were you that concerned for him? Though he didn't like the idea of you staying there, he didn't do anything about it.
You knew how it felt to lose someone dear to your heart. Your father died when you were at
Germany x Reader - Cuddly
Ludwig was a cute sleeper.
You’d give him that.
With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to adorable look.
Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear.
“I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!”
The German didn’t even move, earning yet another whine from you.
For ten minutes you’d been trying to escape Ludwig’s arms, yearning for a nice cup of water to quench your thirst; however, much to your chagrin, Ludwig had a bad habit of cuddling in his sleep.
Well, you wouldn’t really call it bad – if anything, you enjoyed being cuddled by the norm
Romano X Reader- The Art of ExpandingA/n: I have so much stuff i should be doing and writing, and i am over here just doing whatever i like. //i'm sorry pls don't hate me
btw; some sexual themes and only like, three curse words, maybe even just two. and they aren't even that bad. just for warning though
The morning came quick, much to your dismay. You didn't get any sleep last night, because you were thinking about something. Well, more like about someone.
You were a newlywed, if you consider a year and seven months newlywed, but that's how long it's been since the best day of your life. The wedding took place in the ancient city of Rome, it was beautiful. All your loved ones were there, your new in-laws and your husbands family and friends, you couldn't have asked for anything better. And even though your parents were iffy about it, you moved in with your husband in his Italian home, in none other than the city where Romeo and Juliet came from;
Microbots (Tadashi Hamada X Reader)
Author's Note: You guys, I've been working on this off and on for over a week, holy shit. My blood, sweat, and tears went into this. And honestly? I'M PRETTY FRICKIN PROUD OF IT. It's 4,000+ words, which is, I think, the longest one-shot I've ever written. Anywho, there are spoilers for Big Hero 6, so if you haven't seen it yet and don't want things spoiled, you shouldn't read this! I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS
You hummed to yourself as you tinkered with your machine, twisting your wrench and tightening a bolt. You heard two sets of footsteps entering your section of the huge workroom, not having to look up to know that one of them belonged to Tadashi. The second set was quieter, which meant that the person was smaller than Tadashi, so that meant it could be GoGo or Honey Lemon, maybe, but Honey Lemon didn’t usually venture over to your workspace and GoGo’s footsteps were quicker and more precise than the ones you were currently hearing. These on
I have magic?!?! (Magic Trio x Reader)
One day I had to go to the library to check out a book for my history project. While in the history section I saw an old book on the shelf underneath the top one. It was dusty probably indicating that no one has checked it out. I wiped some of the dust of to find that the title was in Old Norse which I can luckily read. It said The World of the Unknown. I pulled it down to read it when the whole bookcase moved to reveal some kind of catacomb. Since curiosity got the best of me I walked in as the bookcase closed again. While walking down the dimly lit corridor I came across a door. The first one I've seen so far. I cautiously opened it only to find that it was my best friends Lukas, Arthur, and Vladimir.
"Hey (Name)," Vlad greeted while hugging me.
"Hi Vlad," I replied while returning the hug.
"How did you get here?," he asked.
"Well I found a book in Old Norse and when I went to take it off the shelf the whole bookcase moved," I answered.
"I told you not to teach her Old
You're Jelly! (LoganxReader)Logan groaned and downed some more scotch. He hated these damn things, every single one of them, but if you went, he was going with you. Not because he didn't trust you, but because he didn't trust him.
Logan narrowed his eyes as he saw the casanova parading throughout the room. What'd he'd give to be able to just punch the bastard at least once!
Beside him you smiled at Tony's presence, giggling as he made eye contact with you and winked. He bit his lip playfully and went over to the bar for a whiskey, taking a sip while looking at you seductively.
Logan growled and took your hand, walking so you were out of the playboy's sight. He downed some more scotch before setting the empty glass somewhere, the alcohol doing nothing to ease his shot nerves. He'd have to drink a lot to accomplish that...
You were oblivious to Logan's unease as you scanned the area. You and Tony had been playing this game for many years, and it was honestly the only reason you came to the
Sweet Kiss | Trickster!Dirk x Reader
tw; slight mature content
There he laid, still and emotionless. As you stood before the male a smile was etched upon your features from seeing him in such dismay.
"You wanna talk about it yet?" you giggled.
"Never." Dirk hissed.
As he stayed motionless on the concrete, numerous birds cawed and glided through the bright blue sky, breaking the silence between you and the trickster.
The two of you currently resided on Dirk's rooftop, the ocean waters waves crashed below making the calmest of noises while the sky above were clear of any clouds.
Earlier, Dirk had messaged you, regarding his current candy related problem. You just couldn't pass this opportunity and not see Dirk with his eyesore goodness.
His pants and suspenders were a bright orange, along with his red striped fingerless gloves, and small curls painted on his cheeks.
He had blazing red hair with a soda can placed on the side of his head, a green and red pinwheel hat embedded into the center of his blue shirt, and a small yel
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.