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
2P!America x Child!Reader - I Got A Pea
You walked out of your room, carrying your towel. You yawned as you walk down the hallway to the bathroom. And that's when you realized that Allen woke up early to take a shower. You sighed, "Oh boy, he's going to finish the hot water again."
You looked up at the door before knocking it lightly, "Hey! Al-"
"Today for show and tell
I'm so excited i might yell
Cant wait to show you its so cool
I went to grandmas yesterday
Worked in the garden the whole day
She let me bring some veggies here to school!~"
'Is he still drunk?' you thought as your eye twitches.
"I got a carrot
I got a yam
I got a green bean fresh not from a can
Got a potato as you can probably see
I also got a pea
I got a pea, I got a pea
Why is everyone laughing at me?
So if you find a little pea
On the Floor after I leave
I think it probably belongs to me~"
"I got a pumpkin
I got a Squash
I got some lettuce I still need to wash
I got an onion and some broccoli
I also got a pea
I got a pea, I got a Pea
Why is everyone
Chrom x Reader To Protect
Battles were fickle, inconvenient and dangerous things. That was a fact that all the Shepherds kept in mind whenever they were going off to fight another battle against the Plegian army that was closing in near Ylisstol. They were ruthless fighters, so every time another sparring match was announced as they made their way through the campaign, the entire camp grew extremely serious.
You yourself, well you tended to repress your personal emotions on the matter, always keeping an even mindset as you prepared for the battle. The only time you allowed yourself to get intense was when you were in the heat of combat. And with Chrom by your side, you never, ever lost.
A smile appeared on your face as you thought of him. He'd only just proposed to you a week ago, but it felt like you'd already been married forever. It was a quick romance, but you knew it would burn for a long time. That's what true love is, right?
His signet ring glinted in the light from your finger and you glanced at it, mar
Cross my heart (Chris Evans x Reader) One-shot
Cross my heart - Chris Evans x Reader (one-shot)
You were walking across the Avengers set, your make-up box in hand. It was still early in the morning, but the director wanted to start the first day of shooting the new Avengers movie: The Age of Ultron early, causing you to be walking across the set towards the make-up booths while the sun wasn’t even up yet.
‘Hi, [Name]!’ One of your colleagues said, when you came walking into the building. ‘How’d you sleep last night?’
‘Fine, thanks for asking Tanya. Are the actors not here yet?’
‘You know how A-listers are. They’re probably just walking up from their beauty sleep.’
You hit her softly on the shoulder and laughed. ‘Don’t say things like that. They’re people too.’
‘Of course we are,’ you heard someone say behind you. You turned around and saw Chris Evans – a.k.a. Captain America – standing behind you, looking as ha
Parent AU: Actor!Levi x Singer!Reader IV
Levi awoke from the small amount of light that was descending from their light curtains. He groaned, draping his arm over his eyes and turning away from the window. He felt no one beside him, slightly catching attention. Opening his eyes once mo--
"MOTHER FUC--EREN!! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!?"
Levi was literally scared and nearly fell off his own bed from his god damn child. Eren was currently laughing, clutching his stomach as he had a few tears in his eyes. Levi gave him the hardest glare he could muster, Eren suddenly feeling the intense aura coming from the man. Eren scampered away, running out his parent's bedroom.
"Mama! Papa's awake now!"
"I can tell, honey.."
You chuckled as you were currently in the kitchen, helping Jean make some breakfast. You only let out a small chuckle, looking at the calendar that was hanging up against the wall and next to the cabinets. It was that time of the year where Eren wanted go around, being a monster he calls himself. Yes, it was Oc
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
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.