Sneak

"Wow. What a year." 

He gave her a smirk. "It isn't the thirty-first yet, babe." Arianne rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder lightly. Matt faked a cringe and rubbed the punched area, but took the time to let his eyes wander down her body and appearance. Her hair was down, for once, with a small Santa hat propped on top of her head. She wore a red dress that reached her knees with matching heels, and to complete the look, a glass of red wine was in her hand. It was probably her third, but he found himself not caring this night. 

"What a view..." she smiled. 

"It's Tokyo. What do you expect?"

The Queen

He gave her a smirk.

"You've certainly changed."

Her green eyes met his blue ones as she cocked a brow.

"In what way?"

He paused. 

"Well, you're certainly not a princess anymore." 

A scowl came to her lips, and she slapped his shoulder.

"Don't call me 'princess'."

"Relax, relax." 

He smiled and ruffled her hair.

"You're a different woman, now.

Tough but gentle, definitely takes no shit.

You're a Queen.

And that's what I like."

•·.·´¯`·.·• p r i n c e s s •·.·´¯`·.·•

She sneered at the little girl in white.

"You're such a goddamn princess.

You think everyone likes you, don't you?

That Wammy thinks you're the best?

Just because you're on the List,

doesn't mean you're the fucking queen.

Grow up, princess."

With that the other girl left with a sneer.

She stood there, tears obscuring her vision.

She wasn't a princess.

What cold truth.

Her parents told her she was their princess...

...so why not here?

The little girl in white hiccuped and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Perhaps, she was not a princess.

Not anymore.

You can't always get what you want.

Hysteria

Siamo esseri di morte.

ed Egli è il nostro padrone.

Destino è attorcigliato.

"Verena, my sweet, sweet little Verena...when will you know that I am coming for you?" He strokes the head of a black-haired doll, smiling down at it with a twisted version of happiness. "It's only a matter of time until I claim you to be mine once more." he stands and throws the doll away, it landing on the floor. 

The blank eyes merely stare at the other discarded dolls, shredded apart with nooses on their necks. And into the night, the sound of a ripping cloth breaks the silence.

Many places away, possibly in another world, even, Verena Herman feels a tinging down her spine. Her throat tightens and her eyes burn. The prickling in her back intensifies. She stiffens and shifts in her seat.

"Er weiß es."

This is War.

First starting off as the Archetype Project (more details on that later) which developed into a possible story. This is War features eight characters (two of which are mine, two are from the anime Death Note, and three are my friend's) all compressed into one city, whose stories are all interconnected. No plot has been formulated so far, but from the back of my mind, it would involve murder as well as crime. A damn lot of it. 

Here are the posters which I made, that helped inspire the possible project: 

What irritates me is how the pictures aren't quite the same proportions, but since This is War is a tentative project in mind, I'll avoid that error for now. The Archetype Project, as mentioned earlier, was for me to create posters (shown above) depicting characters with what type they would fit in to among a list. It started off with me creating Arianne Maxwell's one and adding This is War for a dramatic effect, but then I did that to all the rest of the posters...and then my mind imploded and a plot started to unravel. 

Hopefully, I'll be able to post more of this project soon. 

Arianne Maxwell and Samuel Peters - 4ri-anne, or Arianne Maxine

Jean Onix and Olsen Sawyer - Ate Toni, or Yumi

Dee Jones - Mads, or Justine

Mail Jeevas and Touta Matsuda - Death Note

Arzen's Official Projects

Fairy Tales and Such

It just struck me.

Somewhere in this world, the one we’re fated to be with is living as you do your daily or nightly routine. He or she is most likely sleeping, eating, or chatting while you do your homework or tweet or post a new status on your Facebook page. That person is living while you are.

Here you are, probably complaining about not having a steady relationship, your crush not noticing you, or your partner being a lying douche bag for whatever reason. But there he or she is, most likely doing the same thing. It doesn’t matter if you two are miles, countries, or continents away. Someday, somehow, you two will always end up finding each other in the very end. Something like a fairy tale. The guy gets the girl, they kiss and the story ends with a wedding or mutually confessed love.

It just takes a little more believing, a little more faith. Aside from that, an ounce of action is needed. Fairy tales don’t tell you that the girl has to do some work, too.

That’s what I didn’t like about them as I grew older. They sugar-coat the bad parts and highlight the good. But perhaps, that’s another story. Or maybe that’s what the naïve, younger me liked to see.