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For North Korea Lovers--2nd Edition ~~~In a world where you have waited for decades to be free from your current master, Russia, something happens quite suddenly.~~
"I have decided something, _______. You will talk it over with me, da?" Russia asks you one cold afternoon.
Estonia has prepared hot cocoa for everyone (everyone being you, your "inmates"--Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania--and Russia). The Trembling Trio sits in the corner, attempting to drink their cocoa. You sit with Russia at the table, and drink your cocoa with him.
"Yes, Russia," you say, calm and collected.
"You might know about how our slavery contract is almost expired. I have decided to tear up the contract and release you." His trademark smile appears.
You move to hug him, hesitate, then follow through. Russia just laughs and pats your head. "I knew you would be happy."
"Thank you, Russia! You won't regret this!" Tears brim in your eyes; you wipe them away hurriedly. "I'
MadnessWith the music so loud,
The world fades away to nothing...
I can't hear anyone's words
Except for mine.
Staring into a blank picture,
Admiring the colors that it could have...
Do I expect something from it
Or does it expect something from me?
Hidden in the corner,
I'm a pathetic creature
Wanting no one else but
Swaying to no beat,
I'm losing my mind
Because I cannot be with
They took me away a long time ago;
They silenced my music
And burned my paper.
All I have now is the remains
Of my sanity and imagination.
Only there can I pretend
For Hideyoshi Kinoshita Lovers"Kinoshita! I expected better of you on this test," Ironman mutters, throwing stapled papers at Hideyoshi.
"Yes, sir," Hideyoshi mutters.
He looks pretty down... you think, sighing. Ironman passes your test to you. "Well done, _______."
You can't believe it. You aced the test! You glance again at Hideyoshi, wishing he could have done the same. Fumizuki Academy's drama department is doing a production of the English play "Romeo and Juliet"; Hideyoshi must have been memorizing the script for tryouts.
After school ends, you sit patiently backstage in the auditorium, waiting for the drama teacher to call your name. It's call backs; you're on the verge of sweating, for nervousness has never had a tighter grip on you.
"Nervous, _______ _______?" a voice asks quietly. You turn quickly to the speaker; it's Hideyoshi. Never mind. In this moment, nervousness has never had a tighter g
For Reborn Lovers"Excuse me," someone says, breaking into your thinking. Their voice seems to be coming from the floor.
"Sorry, I spaced out." You bow your head and step aside.
You were in a crowded bakery. You heard that this particular place had the best cookies in town, but you didn't believe the rumors. You came today to try it out; you ordered their sampler plate of twelve different cookies. You had the package in your hand and paid for, but you spaced out. A lot has been going on lately.
A baby with a top hat and a sharp suit looks up at you. "It's fine, miss. ...May I ask your name?"
You look down at him. "_______. And you are?"
"Call me Reborn. It's very nice to meet you, _______." You shake hands.
"...How old are you?"
"That is irrelevant to our acquaintance." He picks up his package and the two of you walk outside together. "What I really am here for is to enjoy these sweets.
For Prussia Lovers--2nd Edition "Prussia! I'm heading out now!" you call over your shoulder. You turn to the door to find Prussia, your ruler, leaning against the door.
"You're not going anywhere, _______," he hisses. "You obey the awesome Prussia now!"
He's right. He beat you fair and square in that battle half a century ago. "Yes, sir." No point in resisting.
Prussia leads you to the couch in the living room, then asks you where you were heading. "I was going to see Hungary. I had an urge to speak with her again."
"Really? Hungary is your friend?"
"Odd..." Silence fills the large space between the two of you. "Why did you battle me that day without her behind you? It's foolish."
"I was obviously angry with you. I guess my anger clouded my judgement. Why do you ask such a question of a poor, weak country like me?" you wonder.
"_______, I'm bored.
For Romano Lovers--2nd Edition "Okay. So all I have to do is buy tomatoes, spices, and pasta?" you ask Romano, double checking your grocery list.
Romano smirks, "Si, now go before I make-a you go." You realize he looks incredibly attractive when he smiles.
You leave, too stunned to say another word.
At the grocery market, you run into Germany. He helps you carry your bags back to your car. On the way, you get into a very deep conversation about lost ships.
"Zhere. I have helped you vis your bags. ...Could you do me a favor?" he asks nervously.
You've never seen him nervous. "I suppose so."
"Form an alliance vis me. I need more help."
"Really? ...I don't know..."
Growing impatient, he demands, "DECIDE NOW. Ze stress takes a toll on my blood pressure."
"FINE, I'M IN AGREEMENT."
"Sehr gut. Have a nice day, _______." He shakes you
For Zim Lovers--2nd EditionYou glare across the classroom at Zim. Another Irken...sent on a secret mission to this planet of dirt and worms...I know Tak tried to take over and failed, so that idiot must have some wit secretly about him. How dare The Tallest send him and not me?! I've seen more wars than he!!
He looks back at you and raises an eyebrow in suspicion. You look at the chalk board where Ms. Bitters is droning on about human history events.
"...and that is why we have a larger military force." Ms. Bitters slithers to your desk. "Were you paying attention, _______?"
"Yes, ma'am," you reply confidently.
"Repeat the point of this lesson."
"We have enlarged the military force to keep other countries from invading or doing harm to each other. America has appointed itself as Interpol, in a phrase."
Ms. Bitters stares you down; you do not avoid her cold gaze, you face it with yours of fire. "I hope the rest of you were listening, this child has spok
For North Korea LoversThis story contains some violence and light swearing.
You inhale the sweet scent of South Korean candy as you unwrap one candy of each flavor in the package. You pop all of them into your mouth, and the mixture of the flavors is extremely invigorating. You grin at your friend. ...As much as possible, anyway. Your mouth is relatively full.
South Korea smiles. "I'm so happy you tried it! That's my favorite thing to do with these candies."
When you finally swallow, you agree, "It's my new favorite."
His posture changes; he's just remembered something. He reaches into his sleeve and produces a small stuffed animal. "I know you like toy bears, so I made one for you. Thank you for being such a great ally, _______." He bows his head to you.
You bow in return and accept the bear. It is as soft as a cloud, with eyes that sparkled like stars in the sky. "Aww!! How did you ever find the time?"
For InuYasha Lovers--2nd EditionThis story contains some strong language.
I've been good throughout my life, right? I've lived well. I've done unto others as I'd have done to me. So...why am I thrown over Koga's shoulder?
You couldn't believe it. This is the third attempt that Koga launched to capture you and, paraphrasing his words, make you his woman. InuYasha is going to be really pissed... You sigh, sick and tired of being the damsel in distress.
Koga laughs; his shoulder digs into your stomach with every shake. "If only I could contact InuYasha from this distance. I'll have to get one of my men to send him my little note." He produces a rolled up parchment from his belt.
"You have a lot to say to him, Koga. Why not say it in person? He'll notice that I'm gone, you know. He always notices." You chuckle.
"Don't worry, darling. He'll be taken care of soon enough."
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
SunlightShe conceals herself in shadows
Just to escape the sunlight.
She's hidden indoors for years
To avoid its wrath
Upon her fragile skin.
She's become cold
Without facing her
"Demon in the Sky".
She's loathed every family trip
Because the sun tries to
Reconnect with her.
Her blood boils at the idea
Of being its friend again,
But her warmth does not return.
One gray, cloudy day,
The sun catches her by surprise.
She left her cloak at home
And did not bother with long sleeves.
The sun kissed her cheek gently,
Staying partially hidden by the clouds.
She stopped running.
Warm tingles spread throughout
Her chilled limbs...
A small smile spread across
Her face, and grew strong.
No matter how unfavorable the weather seems, one misses how it feels once in a while.
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