Mischalicious

Good times come to an end Bad dreams never go away Happiness is play pretend The only feeling left is dismay When life becomes grey And lights cease to burn, but you cannot return When pain becomes numb There’s nothing left to do, yet you wish to start anew You realize happiness is a lie Oh how you’ve been such a fool Now all you do is sit and cry “Be obedient” that was the only rule Bad dreams plague your life Yet you feel more comfortable in the dark That way no one will see you take the knife As you end this vicious arc Except that’s all an illusion You will never escape this delusion Feel th

 Usually when seeing the term “living nightmare”, one would think a horror story is about to begin, and in a way it is, except there are no monsters, no supernatural entities, but that only makes it worst, because you can’t escape just by pouring holy water over your house and calling a priest to exorcise whatever entity has decided to plague your life. Because a living nightmare is far scarier and nerve wracking than having to deal with a ghost; because the only way to escape is to go to sleep and never wake up again. Because “facing your demons” isn’t always easy or poetic, because sometimes those dem

Black Butler. Pluto x Reader. Part two of two. You had been working for the Earl Phantomhive for over half a year, and by now you knew how hard the scoldings Sebastian gave you would be if you screwed up on your work. Fortunately for you, taking care of Pluto was easier than you thought, considering he was a demon hound who could spit fire. To your defense, and Sebastian's both proudness and dismay, you were great, scratch that, you were technically perfect at your job! In six months you had somehow managed to train Pluto in the art of wearing clothes, not damaging the garden and obeying certain commands. Right now, you were trying to teach

Black Butler. Pluto x Reader. Part one of two. "New trainer" Sure, you were one of the best dog trainers in all of England; sure, you loved your job to no end; sure, you had extensive knowledge on fairy tales and folklore; sure, you were very open minded and willing to accept the existence of ghosts, vampires, fairies and aliens. But you were never expecting this… There was a huge dog. Standing right in front of you, barely inches away from your sweating face; panting slightly as a young man with messy strawberry-blond hair tried to keep him under control. When you were asked by the head of the Phantomhive manor himself to join his ho

Life is a chess game That's what people always say, it sounds appealing, such a beautiful metaphor. It can explain so many things, it can be a truly inspirational quote if used in the right way: for example, if I told you life resembles a chess game in such a way that there are kings, there are queens, there are towers, there are pawns...Of course I'm saying this as in how people see each other. I'm sure you've seen someone at least once in your life and thought they were so rich, or so smart, or so popular that they resembled someone from the royalty. In the same way you may consider yourself the queen or king of your own story; or perhaps

"Mommy, I'm scared. Could you look under my bed?" "Of course my dear...there's nothing to fear, monsters don't exist." "Mommy, could you leave the lights on?" "Alright, but remember Mr. Teddy bear is here to protect you." "Thank you mommy, I love you." We always tell little kids that there's nothing to fear, that monsters can't hurt them because they don't exist, but we all were afraid of the dark, afraid that something or someone could be watching us, afraid that if we opened our eyes we were going to see someone standing menacingly in front of us, waiting for you to fall asleep to get into action. Do you remember that feeling? That uneasin

Not your fault [The tear collector] You’re sitting on your bed, eyes locked on the bright screen before you. I can sense your discomfort made noticeable by your puffy red eyes and nose. I can tell you’ve been trying your best not to cry, but like all those other times before, it’s been to no avail. Salty tears are streaming down your cheeks, staining your beautiful skin; muffled sobs escape your parted lips as you still try to conceal it, to don’t feel it. You shut down your electronic device. You’ve had enough. The bright lights that were supposed to calm you down while you watched your favorite youtubers or re