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
2p!child!Hetalia x reader- Halloween babysitting~This is the longest story I have ever made XD There are two things I warn about in my stories; sexual content and length ofthedick *cough**cough* of the story! *cough* This is one of the length warnings ewe There is minimal sexual content, if any, other than jokes. Hope you can find time to enjoy~!
It was the night before all hallow's eve and you, being the seventeen year old hardcore teen you were, were planning and chatting about the Halloween party you'd be attending with your long time best friend Nancy, over the phone.
Nancy was a very provocative teen, you could say. She had long, silk like orange hair. Her skin was quite pale, but her green eyes were big and bright. She always wore shimmering, light colored lipgloss, too. She didn't really have any female friends besides you and was never with a boyfriend for more than two months. She was pretty rebellious against her parents, so she was cool to do whatever you were doing without hesitating or second guessing it, which
Levi x Reader Theme: Mirror Mirror on the WallWake up in the morning feeling like shit.
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, gonna hit my face on the concrete.
Cuz that fucktard Reiner tripped me again. He and his friends are laughing now. Apparently, my belongings didn't spread far enough when they fell from my backpack so they're kicking my books further away.
"Hey, now she looks even uglier! Hahaha!"
Yeah, sorry I can't cry like a pretty girl. I'm sorry I'm so fucking ugly that you have to waste your time to bully people like me into extinction. Make me disappear. It's not like I wanted to exist anyways.
With knees and arms on the floor, I grip the small, white pebbles, finally deciding that today was the day I was going to---
"Oi, Reiner, what the hell is this?" a deep voice says. There's a new pair of shoes in the crowd, but I don't dare to look up.
"Oh, uh, Banchou! I was just, uhh."
Banchou. The strongest fighter in the school, respected and revered by all.
"You're making a fucking mess," he hisses. Just the sou
Yes, I'm Haru || 50% OFF!Haru x Reader [3/10]
Ghost, zombies, vampires, werewolves, crazy cosplays that weren't fitting into the scary theme–
Oh, you couldn't wait!
Halloween was coming closer and closer and you were excited as hell.
I mean, you had an excuse to dress up like the dork you were and no one would complain.
Oh yeah, Halloween was definitely a reason to be happy.
So, you were currently in a shop that was mainly focused on cosplay.
You were planning to go as one of your favourite, creepy characters but you had so many!
And of course you had dragged Haru since you needed the opinion of your somewhat boyfriend. And yeah, he only walked in after you had assured him that there weren't any dolphins in the shop since it had one on the fluorescent light sign in the front.
After that it was easy.
You had shown him various cosplays but he would only shake his head in a no, probably not liking it for being either too revealing or it was just not his taste at all.
It probably took a lot of
Avengers x Soldier! Reader Homecoming III
A few hours ago, (Name) had been stuck in the middle of Stark’s party. You know, the one he’d promised to throw her barely an hour after she got back home? That’s the one.
It was totally amazing for her, to be honest. She loved every minute of the loud music, forcing Bruce to dance with her and “loosen up a little”, then getting Clint, Tony and even Pepper in on the dancing. The only one who hadn’t been there was Fury, Steve and Natasha. Which was okay, seeing as they were a little caught up in their lives at the moment.
Which secretly made her wonder why Clint hadn’t gone with Natasha and Steve, but she could hardly care more or less. Having a sexy archer with a really nice butt wasn’t anything she was about to miss out on.
However, the festivities had very quickly come to an end for her when she received the call from Steve. It had been a sudden one, and a very, very traumatic one at that.
”(Name), I need you to listen t
Hetalia High School Host Club x Reader: Episode 1Walking down the hallway of your new private school you noticed the school seemed to be prestigious. Looking around noticing all the people were dressed in more expansive clothes than your own as they were talking.
"I am beginning to think that rich kids come to school to have fun" you said.
You looked up and noticed a sign that said "Music Room number three"
"An abandoned music room, I guess this is the only place I'll be able to study in peace and quite" you thought to yourself...
Opening the door the room seemed to glow with a lovely sparkle that filled the room as roses flew out...
When you opened the door you immediately found the "Host Club".
"Hon.Hon.Hon. Only those with excellent social standing, and those who come from rich family are lucky enough to attend here. The hetalia host club where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain lovely young ladies with also too much time on their hands. This place is an elegant playground for
Fangirls (Link x Reader)
“We’re here, _____!”
As you heard your mom mumble a few words while trying to find a place to park the car, you glanced out the window and instantly stared at the expensive building in your view. Extremely large posters that displayed numerous pictures of the Zelda panel hung off the sides of the roof as many people entered the place.
Today wasn’t really considered a “regular” day for you; it was actually quite an exciting one. Much to your surprise, a large convention nearby was getting wildly popular because they managed to get the Zelda panel to be their main event for one of the days. The team was busy all the time because they were traveling from one place to another, their schedule full almost always. Reason being, the panel was actually Link, Ganondorf, and Princess Zelda from Hyrule Warriors, with the exception of a special appearance by Toon Link from The Wind Waker. It was ultimately the most-requested at
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.