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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
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 5
You woke up the next morning but stayed at bed, thinking of a plan to escape. Right then, you heard a knock at the door but you didn't care to answer.
"Hello?' the door opened slightly and a man peeked in.
The man wore a white mask with pitch black eyes and black feminine lips.
You were relieved that it wasn't Slenderman but you were scared of the masked man as there wasn't any weapon to protect you.
The man opened the door and stepped in, walking towards you.
"Are you... hungry?" he asked.
This time, you answered him by nodding. You were so hungry since yesterday and even refuse to talk when Slender offers you food which is a bad thing because you had to go through a night, sleepless while listening how hungry your stomach was.
"Okay, follow me." the man said and lead you to the hallway. You following from behind.
"I'm Masky. What's yours?" he asked but didn't get any responds. You were too thirsty to even talk.
Ones he brought you to the kitchen, you saw two men. The man you sho
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 6
All the running made you tired and also you were lost. You felt like your running around in circles so you stopped running for a while.
Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind. It was Slenderman.
"Let me go!" you bawled.
"And why?" Slenderman questioned.
"I want to go home!" you replied.
" I already told you, this is your home."
"No! I hate it here!" you whined.
"You'll like it here, I promise." Slenderman said as he walked back to the mansion.
You started crying, "No! I want my daddy!"
"How about this..." Slenderman stopped on his tracks and put you down, "Tell me five thing that you and your father like to do. Then I'll decide to bring you back to him or not."
You wiped your tears then nod.
"You may start."
"Me and daddy like to bake cupcakes everyday, we like to go out and have ice cream, we always had tea party, sometimes, we played the king and princess. And we also like to cuddle!"
Slenderman thought for a while, "Okay."
"But if he do something to
Tainted | Snk x Male!Reader [Prologue]
An eight year old boy stared up to his mother with the round innocent orbs that just about every young child had. He was short for his age, having not had a growth spurt yet and barely reached his mother's upper leg. His hair was filthy, his locks of [hair colour] stained with dirt and muddy water, after hours of playing 'Kill The Titan' with his friends. Along his bare arms, a few scratches could be seen on the surface of his skin after a few minor quarrels with the other boys, and his knee was grazed and red. The young boy was clad in the usual clothes of the Shinganshina district - little leather boots and discoloured fabric. Back to his eyes. They were a soft [eye colour], bright and innocent. What child wasn't like that at this age? He held a certain quality to him that could brighten up even the most tortured of souls, could light the way for even the most darkest ones.
Upon seeing the young boy clasp his tiny hand around the hem of her shirt, the mot
Serenity's guide to making a comicSerenity's guide to making a comic
Ehhhermmmm *clears throat*
1. Make sure you have a basic idea of what's going to happen in your story. Its not the smartest idea to start a comic when you only know what's going to happen at the start.
2. Develop your story further. Add in characters, give them a bit of background, figure out what they're going to be doing in the story. Give your character different personalities! Characters with all the same personalities make it boring. Don't make your characters perfect! They have to have flaws and some bad stuff just like in real life, no ones perfect. Think of interesting and adventurous things that could happen throughout the comic. Building up towards the final main plot throughout the comic is a good way to go. Just distribute some tiny hints throughout the starting pages, don't give out a massive hint and have everyone expecting what's going to happen.
3. Before creating the comic pages, make sure you plan what you want to happen in each page
La Campesina (Knight! Spain x Reader)
(Knight! Spain x Reader)
This is :iconprussianwolfe:’s prize for my Era contest! I hope she enjoys this! I seriously apologize on the wait but I hope the length makes up for it! Also, thanks for being a good sport!
I rolled my eyes in aggravation as they continued to make wolf noises. I was passing by my local brothel; it was full of drunk and rather haggard young men and women ranging from all social backgrounds. It was mostly full of caballero though, four of which wouldn’t shut their mouths, I was not a whore for sale!
“Hey, chica? Why don’t you make your way over to us? I’ll pay you in gold~” I turned the other cheek (no pun intended) and pull
A Lover's Quarrel (Baddie! Scotland x 'Reader')
A Lovers’ Quarrel
(Baddie! Scotland x ‘Reader’)
Warning feels up ahead along with death.
“Are you sure about this?” A lanky man took another swig of his ale before waving his younger brother off for the seventh time that night. He sighed and shook his head, he felt for Allistor, he really did but….but this was pushing it. He had to step up. “But what if she see’s you like this again? I think it’d be best if you just stayed at my place—“ Allistor held his hand up at Conner.
Allistor took another swig before speaking up, his voice low and gravely. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t butt into my relations boy.” The two red heads stared at each other for a few moments
Makoto x Reader - No Plan B (oneshot)
It was the finals. You and the boys on the team had worked hard to get here. And now it was the final showdown. Everyone but you had been knocked out the individual events back at nationals, but somehow they were in the final showdown for the relay. You were in the final showdown for the women’s freestyle, representing Iwatobi High School. You had tried to represent the school in every style, but you were just in freestyle now.
Now you stood in the change rooms in your one piece swimsuit, putting your goggles on your head, leaving them on your forehead. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling the nerves bundle up in your stomach. You felt like you wanted to be sick, you were that nervous. It all came down to this, you either went home with the trophy or you didn’t. The boys were just as nervous, no doubt. You gently slapped your cheeks in your hands, closing your eyes. Don’t imagine the crowd, don’t imagine the other swimmers, just swim like you always do.
An Ugly Boy Documentary 1 (Iceland x Reader)
An Ugly Boy Documentary
(Iceland x Reader)
Sorry for the extra long wait loves, I’ve been going through some issues with RL and have been rather neglectant to my OL, forgive me.
Any way’s without further ado, please enjoy An Ugly Boy Documentary.
Failed attempt # 1
“Alright, Leon do you have all the camera’s set?” I questioned my friend whom only tsked at my advances’. Hetatube seemed very interested in my life after my first video hit one million views. So to appease the viewers I decided to document every detail of my life, weather it be good or bad I’d like to post once a week for them to watch!
“Yes Emil, for the last time I’ve got everything set up for you. Stop
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life(Hetalia x shy!young!reader)
I do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old
I ran...as fast as I possibly could. I felt the sharp sting of hale hitting my face but that's now what hurt. What hurt was the fear that you would be caught. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE ABOMINATION YOU SHOULDNT EXIST!" A manly voice bellowed behind me. I felt tears brimming my eyes as I ran down the long street.
I wasn't supposed to exist...I shouldn't be able to have this ability.
My uncle hated me but would not let me leave because of what I could do. He hit me and drank too much. I was scared to speak because he yelled at me every time I spoke which taught me never to speak. I haven't heard my own voice in 7 years...only his rough baritone voice. 'Did he leave?' I thought before I stopped. I couldn't hear anything beyond the hale and I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly a light...a screech...a scream....black.
I walked into the hospital to speak to my doctor about weight loss meds...since ev
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
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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