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Mona by pistachio-macaroons, literature

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Mona

You are beautiful. It is my first thought—an impossible thought—that penetrates the twilight air and the thin studio walls, as my eyes travel over you, around you, and into you, hungry for something to fix. I feel a slow smile play at my lips, realizing that there is nothing more to rearrange or re-do—the only thing left to do - and I do it - is to admire. As I drink your inky eyes like cool lemonade and you gaze back, unblinking and unfeeling, I consider our differences—you are light peach and vermillion and indigo hues and strokes of perfection, and I am a broken man. I am breathing you in, you are unbreathing. Not dea

A Monster Named Paranoia by pistachio-macaroons, literature

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A Monster Named Paranoia

I have never liked promises. It's a funny little world. My mother promised she'd never leave me, but she did – or maybe I left her, when I released the roses from my previously tightly clasped hand and the tears from my eyes and my feet carried me away from her grave, my past. My father promised we'd always remember her, when he wore the fragile mask of an achieved man, at the funeral. Nowadays, I hum her favourite song and he clenches everything in his body but his hand, which he extends to meet my cheek with brute force, asking me for silence without even saying a word. And then – then, there's you. There's you, the one who pro

.:Belarus:. If I can't have him by pistachio-macaroons, literature

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.:Belarus:. If I can't have him

Natalya climbed into the kitchen through the tiny window and took a look through the apartment, not daring to take a breath. The place seemed cramped and cheaply decorated, but oddly warm and homey. She closed her eyes and took in the familiar smell of the kitchen, and she found herself longing for the days of her girlhood—when Ivan was Vanya, and nothing but her big brother; when Kathyusha was still a friend, a confidante. Those days were long gone, she told herself, as she progressed through the kitchen, shoved the thoughts out of her mind and entered the living room. It was not unlike the kitchen, and Natalya noted that it cont

The joys of a rainy day by pistachio-macaroons, literature

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The joys of a rainy day

FinlandxReader The rain hammering hard on the roof seemed oddly soothing, like a rhythmic lullaby played on a drum, but you couldn't manage to find sleep. You leaned your head back into the pillow, and addressed him without looking away from the ceiling. "Say, Tino, shouldn't we do something today? He sighed, and shook his head. "What could we do?" "Everything. Cook something delicious. Play a board game. Go out for groceries. Invent something cool. Write a book. Change the world, maybe. We'll never be out of things to do." He shifted his weight, and you finally looked him in the eye. "But, (Name), I'd rather spend forever lying here wi

Forget-me-nots by pistachio-macaroons, literature

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Forget-me-nots

When he first left, she didn't believe it. She just hoped it was some kind of awful nightmare; that she'd wake up horribly late and have to skip breakfast to catch the school bus; that she'd suddenly awake screaming, and then she could call his home line just to hear his voice, the one that warmed her heart like hot chocolate on a January evening. Anything but this. But, of course, her denial could only go on for so long. Soon, an overwhelming pain took over her heart and soul and she had to admit it, what was slowly killing her. She'd been lying to herself all along. She'd built up hopes, beautiful hopes, and unreachable expectations. Sh

.:AU:. Zovino: I do by pistachio-macaroons, literature

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.:AU:. Zovino: I do

Zoe let out a sigh and started stacking up all the DS Pokémon games in chronological order, as her boss had asked her. Of course, working in a video game store meant rebates and getting new video games early, but it was pretty damn tedious, if she did say so herself. She forced herself to drag the cartful of Pokémon games towards the empty shelf, and started stacking. Okay, let's see… Seventeen copies of Diamond, twenty-four of Pearl… what? No Platinium? Damn it, I wanted a second copy… Four of SoulSilver, six of— "Marry me." Zoe sighed heavily. She hadn't heard Lovi coming in. Without turning around, she chu

SpainxReaderxBritain: A Sticky Situation Ch. 1 by pistachio-macaroons, literature

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SpainxReaderxBritain: A Sticky Situation Ch. 1

(Name) was stuck. Completely, utterly, horribly stuck. Flashback to six-thirty. The phone had gone off, and as she had seen Antonio Carriedo's name flash on the screen, she had barely repressed a jump for joy. Antonio Hernandez Carriedo, Spanish sweetheart extraordinaire, soccer team player, and ultimate ladies' man, was calling her. Sure, they'd talked a few times, and they were sort of friends, but she had no clue where he'd gotten her number. And the fact that he'd bothered to get it, in her mind, could only mean one thing. She had tried to swallow her excitement before pressing the 'talk' button, really. She'd taken deep breaths, tr

.:AU:. Just Another Mission by pistachio-macaroons, literature

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.:AU:. Just Another Mission

The breeze ruffles my hair as Ludwig, Isa, Gilbert and I make our way toward Ludwig's Volvo. It's one of those perfect summer days—hot and dry, but accompanied by pleasantly warm winds to cool us off. When Ludwig opens the front passenger door for either one of us, Isa's eyes meet mine in a look of mutual understanding and I make my way to the back. Of course, there's no way in hell Ludwig would ever let Gil drive his car—even though the latter isn't actually that bad of a driver; Ludwig is just very possessive of that car—and he wouldn't let his older brother sit in the front with him either, unless he wanted to be annoyed t

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Shout It Out

My name is Camille, and I: - Am too loud for my own good. - Never live up to my own expectations. - Can't stand my family, most of the time. - Am vain and somewhat condescending. - Am highly judgmental. - Have never really come to terms with my moral values and religious ideas. - Am fairly sure that I am in no way attractive or beautiful. - Am afraid that at some point in my life, everyone I love will leave me. - Cry very easily. - Am afraid that I sound childish to people that are older than I am. - Am completely and utterly terrified of needles. - Think trusting someone is the stupidest thing I have ever done. - Have failed ma

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Artist // Student // Literature

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The first thing you ought to know about me is that I used to have sanity.
That being said, I also used to have values, dignity, no pink hair, and no OTP.
So there's no going back, really.

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pistachio-macaroons

Dec 21, 2013

[crawls out from under bed]

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um i've got a new dA where i draw things if that's what you're into it's over at veliso (https://www.deviantart.com/veliso) i mean it's not like it even has a tiny bit of correlation with APH but i figured i'd let you guys know?? (also, i'm leaving this account active for the benefit for those who are actually still reading my fics. like, kudos for finding them buried away in some obscure corner of dA. incredible)

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pistachio-macaroons

May 4, 2013

So long, and thanks for all the faves

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Well, yeah. As you can see, this is goodbye. It's been almost two years that this dA account has existed. I remember, clear as day, the November night that I stayed up on to write an AmericaxReader, and I remember the feeling of absolute pride I felt when comments started piling up. But I recently took a trip down memory lane, re-reading all my old journals, and the stories. And let me tell you: Painful. Goddamn. Experience. Everything about little-kid me from two years ago makes me want to cringe. Seriously. But moving on: I came, yesterday, to the crushing realisation that I feel no connection to this pistachio-macaroons kid who had an e

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pistachio-macaroons

Dec 13, 2012

awkwardly waves

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Okay, I'm creeping out of my cave to make a public service announcement. The announcement is: I'M NOT DEAD. ... I promise. Just off in a corner of the universe, busy going through family/friend/existential/possible mental illness issues. In case anyone's wondering, I don't really fancy writing reader-inserts or anything much right now (but you could always give me an idea and try me because I was told writing is therapy), but I'm still up to talk whenever. Just send me a note asking where the hell I am (honestly, I've given up on trying to sift through old feedback messages to find yours) and I have a 47.6% chance of answering within the we