lady-miku

*Read description below first* The October moon hung over the kingdom of Britannia like a lone spectator over the events that unfolded in the capitol below. For most of its citizens, it had been an ordinary day, working, socializing, and once again being taxed heavily for no other reason than that they were told to. This had been going on for three months now, and despite wanting answers, no one ever got any. But everyone did know that the king had a formidable army, and for most, that was reason enough to do what they were told, even if they did so reluctantly. No one dared to say or do otherwise. Except for one group of people who, despite

A single coin is enough to change everything. From his vantage point, Kiku observes your trembling form with a dispassionate expression, mouth set in a thin line. Despair comes off you in clouds, as if you are exuding your own personal perfume. Your eyes follow the journey of the coin as it disappeared into the altar with a satisfying sound to confirm its landing before you begin, staring at the floor. "Please..." The beg jolts the young God, so acute is the loss withheld in your shaking form. "I know what is done cannot be changed..." you begin, speaking in a quavering voice, tears spilling down your face like rain.”...But I beg fo

     Warning from the author!!: So this story involves 2p!talia characters so there will be a lot of cursing, dirty humor (if you can even call it humor) and sexual themes (sort of)      This is just a simple tatooartist!xflorist! AU I've seen a lot of so I thought I would try it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    He finished the last bit of coloring of the tattoo, he wiped it clean of any unneeded ink, cleaned the tattoo and rubbed healing ointment before wrapping it in a bandage and taking off his latex gloves.    Lutz studied his work with pride as the girl looked i

     The house at the end of lane had been standing for as long as anyone could remember.  It was there before the graveyard, before the church, before the docks were constructed or the houses raised.  It almost seemed like part of the landscape, as huge and foreboding as an unforgiving mountain range.  It had seemed, to many, that the house stood empty for many many years, so many years in fact, that it was believed to be haunted.  Some said that on particularly stormy nights, you could hear the ghosts wailing along with the wind.     But that was a tale for children, to keep them from straying too close.  The fact of the matter was that T

this is for my darling ~ParfaitChu (https://www.deviantart.com/parfaitchu)!! so sorry that this took long. //sobs The man stared at the creature in disgust with a sneer. Dark eyes squinted at the bluish, damp skin and the webbed hands that clung onto the ropes, in which concealed you. Your body flailed, panicking and thrashing against the cordage. Levi clicked his tongue at you, eyes never daring to leave your pitch black orbs. "This is exactly what we need..." he announced, straightening his legs and stepping back up. You battered your arms, webbed palms tugging at the thick ropes. Your tail convulsed - in which it somewhat hung through the opening of the ropes - and you let

Chapter 1 Dark, damp, and depressing. Those were the first things you had noticed about your surroundings, the second had been a dull throbbing that resounded in your skull. It didn’t take long to discover the blood encrusted to your scalp. Fear sharpened your senses; your hands were bound, wrists raw from the thick rope, and you hurt. You soon realised that you were not alone in this darkness. Peering through the gloom, you met restless shadows and frightened eyes, many of which glistened with tears. You vaguely recalled screams of terror and pain as flames licked the ship’s tall mast, twisting around the wood in a dance of dest

WARNING: CREEPY 2P ITALY AND MILD VIOLENCE Italy. That was the name he went by. No one knew his real name, save a few who could no longer speak, or breath for that matter. Under that name, he and his companions had terrorized the people of your small country for months, years even. You could no longer remember the first time he made himself known in your country. Ever since then, he had forbade anyone from entering or exiting the country. At first, a few tried to defy him. They were never seen, or heard from again. You were a mere child when he first invaded your peaceful country, unable to understand the true implications of what happened

Your hair hung sloppily and knotted.  No matter how many times you ran your hand through your tangled knots, it would not come undone.  You had even bathed several times, but nothing seemed to do the trick.  Out of ideas, you decided to bathe once more.  You were a bit dirty anyway from the day’s tasks anyway.  Dirt covered your hands and when you had wiped sweat from your brow, some had rubbed off.  And so, you headed down to the river.  It wasn't very far from your small home and you knew that if there was a disaster, the villagers would easily be able to find and warn you.   The river was clear.  It was not like that everyday, it was

In the state of your sudden shock, you stopped all thoughts.  Everything you had despised, everything you had been fighting against began to manifest into your very being.  A glint of amusement in the Fallen’s eyes dragged you back into reality.  You immediately began to attempt to counter any negative thoughts that were racing through your head.  You repeatedly told yourself to calm down and think.  But at this point that was just as useless as it had been to blindly attack.  The Fallen easily swatted you to the side and attacked even further.  Sharp teeth dug into your shoulder and you let out a screech of pain.  Black dots danced in

Werewolf!GermaniaXForestRanger!Reader Riding above the forest tree line in late October was simply a wonderful feeling.  Looking out over the changing deciduous trees, ranging from burning gold to roiling oranges and reds amongst the green pines and cypress’, to the lapis blue lake in the valley below, a sense of peace was left to linger amongst the scent of the hardwoods and to be carried along the crisp mountain breeze.  I could stare at it for hours and be perfectly content, but I had a job to do.  Urging my stead, (horses’ name), forward we continued down the trail to the rangers post.  Upon arriving, the other rangers’