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Ave Stella Maris et Regina CaelorumHail Mary, full of grace-
I'm sorry. I don't remember the rest.
Maybe if I did then the idea of prayer wouldn't feel so much like begging.
The lessons I am told you mean to teach are not the lessons I have learned, and I do not think I was meant to be a martyr.
I have always dealt with my problems by building towers in my head to hide from them in, castles in the air that solve nothing and do not hinder anyone but myself. I am not brave. I am not kind. And I have been hurt so often that I do not think anyone will ever love me, because while broken things are beautiful, I have never been anything more than passably pretty since I was just walking, and there is not enough left of me to hold anything more than indifference. I have never loved easily, and I have never been loved by someone who was not obligated by blood to do so, and I do not know which one broke me first.
Once upon a time there was a little mermaid who dreamt of a soul of her own, and lost everything for it. Disney offere
I was only interested in keeping you safeDo you remember when we were fourteen, and you were in love with that girl's older brother? He was eighteen, the older man you'd always wanted, and he'd been courting you, or so you thought. You wanted him to kiss you, to hold your hand and show you what it meant to be a woman, not a girl. I told you to stay away from him, because I knew he'd already kissed my cousin, and she hated herself now, enough that she'd come to me crying and I had held her all night against the knives in the kitchen.
You thought I was jealous, that I wanted him too.
He was very beautiful. You talked about how hot he was, how strong and sexy his arms were. I talked about the dimple above his mouth and the echo of his cheekbones and the fine lines of his hands. I said I wanted to carve him open and discover the curves of his bones; you thought that meant I wanted to sleep with him, and tried to start a fight with me.
I wanted to kill him.
To that boy I used to knowNathaniel;
It rained again this morning. I went walking alone, down the misty road that leads toward town, and didn't mind the cold. The leaves have started falling, and the maple tree at the bottom of the hill stands bare, like it did the day you left. Maple trees will always make me think of you, with the wistful half-remembrance of a love gone by, even years into the future when we are both old and gray, living our separate lives without ever once meeting again.
I did love you, you know, even though we were just children; I don't think you believed me then, and have probably forgotten me by now, but I think I love you still, in some quiet way.
I still count the day you kissed me, under the maple tree in the back corner of the field below the playground, as one of the happiest days of my life. We'd been walking together, just the way we had every day since the day you smiled at me and took my hand across the space between our desks, my friends tittering as we wandered in wide, endles
TSP: AuditionThere were two people already in his office when Isaac opened the door that morning, a dark haired young woman in a flannel nightgown, quilted jacket draped over her shoulders, seated on the edge of his desk, and a red-head, stripped down to her shirtsleeves, apron tucked up at her hips, absently shuffling the pile of papers he'd left on the bookcase as they held a whispered argument.
"-really leave. Not till this afternoon-" the redhead was muttering under her breath, tapping the papers firmly against the wood so that they settled into a neat stack, probably alphabetized within an inch of their life by her furious efforts at organization.
She turned, startled, the inside of her knees pressed against the edge of his desk in a way that had to be painful, and pulled the jacket more securely around herself. The maid, (what was her name?) dropped the papers back on the shelf, already half in a defensive position, though what she intended to do with his least favorite novel
Anachronism: Introduction'Filthy whore! Selling herself for the price of a bed, without a care for the bodies she leaves behind. She'll bleed for that, the slut, her and all her kind.'
Emmaline Jones eyed the woman across the street, the handles of her bag clutched tightly in her hand. She'd been lucky, when she got out of prison. Her sister had taken her things before the neighbors could, and she'd been able to go back to her trade immediately. There was still the little matter of the whore who had betrayed her, after she'd killed the baby in her womb, but that could be taken care of. would be. Soon, even.
The couple retreated into an alley, Emmaline following, skulking in a doorway until the man came out again. Now was the time to be quick, open the bag and select a knife by the feel of the handle, slip into the shadows before she could leave as well, find another customer who might be a bit better off.
The whore had one hand down her corset, hiding her money where even the lightest fingered of client
TBOS Round 1The pub is warm and dimly lit, shadows pooling where the scattered lamps and firelight don't reach. Alice knocks the snow off her boots (one, two, pause, shuffle, one, two, an extra shake for good measure), before she steps inside, throat tightening against the smell of smoke and old brandy that permeates the air. On a frosty night like this, barely an empty seat remains, most of those simply waiting for their occupants to return from the bar. Alice feels very small as she makes her way through a forest of legs and conversations towards the counter, slipping quietly between expansive, flailing gestures and loud, friendly arguments.
The man behind the counter is old, laugh lines and wrinkles mapping out his history across his face, the dimple in his cheek and the crow's-feet beside his eyes speaking of a life lived well and with good cheer. His coarse gray hair, just long enough to curl over his collar, is thinning, a little, at the top of his head, but his short, well kept beard is sti
But I should be sleepingThere is a place
where the water meets the sky
and you and I once sat together
(but the perceptions of the heart
are clearer than the perceptions of the mind
and that place
still exists for me)
remind me to go there again
for you to come running up to meet me
for I have something to tell you
it means I love youlisten-
the conjugation of the heart
is not quite such a complicated thing
when I speak of you
(for I was born with your name upon my tongue,
the rhythm of your pulse in my veins
and the warmth of your smile under my skin)
and with every breath
the tenses of my blood
Mending Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader x ?)
(Male! Hungary x reader x ?)
2nd installment to 'Crushing Flowers'
I’m stupid….the awesome :iconmasamihayato: pointed out how fucked up I did the ages…..GAH I’m stupid.
Danny (because I’m too lazy to do that thing with the key bored yadda yadda stuff): also 27
Everybody else is either 26, 27, or 28
They met when they were in their early twenties (21) and married at 23, reader finished lawyer school(?) (XD) at 26.
Does this make more sense? I was trying to equal up the ages and stuff but I must have forgotten to edit certain parts out, gomen, excuse my laziness!
Alright! Sorry! Story time!
Tinkering Little Emil (Reader x Toy! Iceland)
Tinkering Little Emil
(Mrs. Clause! Reader x doll! Iceland)
A holiday story
Song(s) ‘Opus 20’ from Dustin O’Halloran (Please listen to get the spirit of the holiday’s going or else you may not get the full feeling!~)
“You know, you should throw that old toy away, I think you’ve done enough damage as it is Peter.” An English accented voice rang through a large manor.
“Nah uh! Emil is so much fun to play with, plus uncle Berwald gave him to me when I was three!” A softer version of the previous voice
Zombie Hospital Part 1Author's Note: I have heard of the walking dead, I have not seen it. So if anything resembles it is purely coincidental. I did however watch High School of the dead, which in part inspired this story.
Story tags: zombies, Horror, Pregnant, Gravid, Round, Zewhatcher, Pregnancy,
It was late 2013 and the zombie outbreak had begun to spread. The first reported cases were rare, out in the middle of nowhere. Small areas in the jungles of South America and Africa, then it began to appear in larger metropolitan areas and then it spread around the globe. Medical experts and scientists did their best to try and figure out where patient zero was and how to combat the disease, but were soon running for their lives as the lately dead erupted from their coffins.
Gamers tried and failed at fighting off the zombie horde; unlike how many thought they would be. It turns out that shooting a gun in a video game and shooting one in real life are very, very different.
The Unknown Companion- Doctor x Reader (Chap 6)
“(Name)!” Rose’s voice rang out, “Where are you?”
(Name) had slowly wandered through the opera house when she finally heard Rose calling her. She changed directions and headed straight to the voice until she saw the face of her.... ‘friend’. She couldn’t really tell how close they were, but something nagged at her mind. It wasn’t a big issue right now, but it was still an issue all the same. Rose looked at her and smiled.
“(Name),” she sighed, “Where were you?”
“I should ask the same.” the (h/c) haired woman countered in a calm tone.
Rose laughed lightly, “Looking for you. Do you think we should leave here?”
(Name) shook her head, “No... I have a feeling he’ll be here. I don’t know when, but he’ll show up.”
Rose shrugged slightly but went with the statement, “And until then?”
“We buy tickets to the next show.”
(Name) and Rose bo
Coincidences- Bruce x Reader Chpt. 1This was officially the worst idea you had ever had. You didn’t know a thing about New York even though you’d been born here. Your parents had sent you to boarding school in England at a young age and it was there that you had grown up, gone to college, and pretty much lived your life. That’s not to say you weren’t loved or that you were abandoned, your family visited you often, but since you didn’t like to fly they always came to you.
You looked up at the buildings that towered over you ominously, it had definitely changed since then. Being lost wasn’t actually such a bad thing or well it wouldn’t be if the sky wasn’t drenching you with water that was threatening to turn into snow as the temperature crept lower.
You cursed yourself for all the mistakes you’d made today- leaving without your warm outer coat, losing your wallet at the checkpoint, letting your phone run out of batteries, pretty much this whole day was a mistake.
Revenge of the Siblings (2) The employee grabbed a pink corset out of her box, and fit it around my waist. She pulled on it with all her might, shrinking my waist down as much as possible, wiping the breath out of me.
"This next part is very special." The employee said, taking out a weird looking body suit out of the box. There were wires and needles and all sorts of things running everywhere inside of the body suit, and it took her a long time to attach all the needles and wires to me, while gluing the body suit to my body. "This is so you can be controlled when your sisters want you to do something." I noticed that the body suit had giant E - sized breasts with it, and when I struggled around, the boobs jiggled and moved around - just like normal ones.
The employee glued the neck of the body suit to me, fitting in the last wires and needles into my body. She then bent down and undid the locks on the boots. I instantly tried to run away, but for some reason I coul
Coincidences- Bruce x Reader Chpt. 2Once you were both in the elevator and the doors had closed you pressed the button for Tony’s floor and Bruce’s heart fell. You were probably one of his many girls, he reasoned, wondering if you knew that Tony seemed to be pretty committed to Pepper.
He was about to hint at it when you calmly stated, “Jarvis dear, would you please let Tony know that I’m here?”
The AI’s voice promptly responded, “I’m sorry Miss, I’m afraid I can’t. He’s in his workshop and has asked not to be disturbed unless it is an emergency.”
You closed your eyes and let your breath out slowly, trying to calm your frustrations, “Jarvis I just got on a plane for the first time in over 20 years I think that constitutes as something worthy of disturbing him.”
“Of course Miss. I’ll let him know right away.” The voice answered just as the doors pinged open.
You sighed as you took in the layout of the floor and then strod
Love of a Giant: Chapter SeventeenA week had gone by since meeting Bloodshed’s friends. Soundwave had kept a close eye on the princess and the prince and his friend whenever they were alone together. So far, she seemed safe with the two giants and Bloodshed made sure that Novabomb did not lay a hand on her. And the prince didn’t seem to be interested in her sexually, which was a relief.
Still, she had to remain alert. She never knew if Bloodshed was simply acting the part. There were always those types of men who would be sweet and kind one moment before turning violent and sadistic the next. Christ, her own deceased husband was like that. And if that turned out to be the case with Bloodshed, then Soundwave would do everything in her power to protect Thornstriker from the same abuse she had faced with Razorcut.
Soundwave was watching from the parlor Thornstriker chatting with Novabomb out in the garden. Bloodshed had been with them a few minutes ago, but a servant had told him something that made him get up
TBOS Reference: Alice WilliamsName: Alice Anne Williams
Description: Alice is 13, and stands 5'1" (six of those inches were gained in the past three months.) She has straight black hair worn in a braid to the middle of her back, dark gray eyes, and pale skin. She's an awkward child who hasn't quite grown into her features yet. She wears a full black dress with black stitching on collars and cuffs and a white apron over a white shift and stockings. Her coat, earmuffs and mittens are red.
History: Alice is the only daughter of a fairly ordinary couple who aren't quite sure what to do with her. They love her, but are terrified of her, which doesn't make for a good relationship. Alice has two souls, which supposedly makes her highly dangerous to other people. She's been privately tutored up until this year, and doesn't like public school very much. She studies necromancy under Master Nichols, and midwifery under Mistress Amorenta, and is very close to her journeyman status in both. Alice has no human friends, and prefe
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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