Through the Drinking GlassThe end of the War of Austrian Succession, 1748Through the Drinking Glass by inkstaineddove
A pile of military jackets sat stacked in the middle of a round table. Their intricate designs and cloth was now splattered with a mix of sweat, blood, and beer causing a strange odor to emit from the table. None of the parties sitting around it noticed though. They were too high off of a post-victory sense of euphoria.
They were loud and rowdy, disturbing the peace. Of course none of the patrons or the owner had the heart to tell the brave soldiers to quiet themselves down a bit. Not when they were celebrating for protecting their respective countries from the threats of the British and Austrian Empires.
There were three that were louder, more uncontrollable than all the others. They were regulars here and everyone knew it was no point in trying to calm them for it only caused them to get more raucous. The apparent leaders voice could be heard over all the others in the pub.
"Alight, alight." Gilbert stumbled over his words.
A Germans Guide to RomanceGermany sighed and leaned back in his chair. He was wondering why he bothered talking about this at all with Austria and Prussia. Ever since he had stopped speaking, the two of them had been giving him very amused looks.A Germans Guide to Romance by inkstaineddove
Roderich rose up, the expression on his face clearly showed that he was holding back laughter. "I can't believe how dense you are. Gilbert must finally be rubbing off on you." He began putting his coat on. The Austrian couldn't hold back a snort from escaping. "If you honestly don't know what Italy means by all this still, there is no hope for you. I'll be heading home now." With a flip of his hand, the be speckled nation left the home.
"Does he not remember that's been free loading off us since the eighties?" Ludwig muttered before sighing. He wasn't sure if he was happy or sad that Roderich had left. His brother couldn't be of much help, though the younger nation believed the other to be some sort of womanizing, sex god. That had to count for something mo
humid libertyskip the showers and lethumid liberty by inkstaineddove
the flowers bloom instead.
we become the choir of
the King's speech,
running out of sweltering rooms.
Free at last,
yet we're too young
to claim its permanence.
The Invisible GirlI am a simple trick of smoke and mirrors. No one has ever truly known who I am. I am a chameleon, changing my colors t fit my background at the current time. The only things I know about myself is I'm stubborn, shrimp makes me sick, and I'm too driven sometimes that I forget to look around me, take everything in this moment because hey. You only got four, going on three, years of permanent residence in this town, why not try to remember?The Invisible Girl by inkstaineddove
I can remember pointless facts, but I don't want to remember people. Those closest to you only leave your burned in the end. What's the point of opening up only to stitch the wound up later on? I'd much rather be the woman with a million faces, putting on a different mask for each social situation. It's easier this way, rocking the boat less that is always about to capsize. I will not capsize the boat.
A boy once told me I'm perfect and I laughed. He thought I was doing what the majority do, playing it coy just to hear him repeat it. Honest
the snake was created in your imageyou are poison incarnate,the snake was created in your image by inkstaineddove
serpentine in your ways,
hissing out broken promises.
slither into some unsuspecting heart.
leave - for that is all
all you are capable of.
i remember tales of
the princess and her frog-prince.
how he changed with a kiss.
with a kiss, you turn from
dashing prince, chivalrous and
to croaking frog, dragging
the princess d
to the bottom of the lake.
on a summer night
time has now erased,
i whispered to you
who knew your legacy
would become a harem
of girls crying out:
MamaBrian was in a good mood. It was the first time in years he'd visited Sweden again. The first time in awhile he actually had the time to plan a trip there besides. As a result, he'd get to see his mother face to face once more. They'd been keeping up in through letters and phone calls, but all that had been dropped on her end in the early 2000’s. He assumed she was busy with work and planned to visit her to sort things out. Couldn't hurt right?Mama by inkstaineddove
Brian strolled up to her house, whistling all the way to the doorway. He had noticed another car in the driveway, which was weird, but thought nothing of it. After all, after being out of touch for all these years, for all he knew, she could’ve been in a relationship or married. He knocked loud on the door, grinning from ear to ear when, to his surprise, his uncle opened it up. "Yo, Uncle Berwald! Long time no see!"
His uncle just nodded his head and grunted. "Is Morsan here?" The New Jersey man began to enter, but was only met with
wisdom pulls me innot everythingwisdom pulls me in by anonymphe
is of a lilac disposition;
but i have found
a young god, a young pod
in the waistline of hourglass.
death is the expiration
of uneventful things
but in this case:
it is a slithering
away from purity
in its most unhinged
we have met more than once,
i can assure you.
|Based on a true story|
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