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ShatteredShe remembers it now; there’s blood (oh yes she can remember the blood thick and red and sticky and dead) and pain (it’s what she is made of now what she will be) and the feeling of something inside her mind snapping like a guitar string (it’s a musical sound almost pretty she takes care of it and remembers the sound of unrepairable) shattering and bleeding and disappearing in tiny supernovas that leave behind a strange urge to smile and the icy knowledge that this is what she is; shattered.
She smiles into the darkness, eyes open but unable to see (they took care of that they did), arms wrapped around her torso and legs (at least the one she can move without pain she is pain why) pressed against her chest.
They turn on the light but it’s not them and she blinks as her eyes try to adjust to the brightness (it hurts so but she missed it why did she not remember) and they’re strangers (she doesn’t think she can trust them but her body is limp and her m
Love is CruelLove is cruel.
There is no doubt in my mind about this. Love is as cruel as it is kind.
It is the curve of her jaw and the silhouette of her face I study the most. she is lovely, free and happy as a bird and with the depth and beauty of a mountain lake 'neath a full moon. Sometimes the secretive veil of darkness pulls back and I am allowed to look at what resides deep down. I am captured; mesmerised by these brief glimpses of what makes her her.
I hang on to her words and her beautiful accent more than I let show. She is important to me; far more so than she knows. When she speaks I listen.
I love her. Fully and with all my heart, I love her. I do not know if she feels the way I do, but I pray she does. Love unreturned is a slow poison.
How BarrenHow barren, this land
Once home to thousands
How empty, these hands
Begging for food
How silent, the pantheon
Sworn to protect them
How unjust, the fate
Assigned to the poor
MonochromeA garden clad in darkness
With shadows all around
A beating heart of blackened stone
With veins of rubies crowned
A moving star crossing skies alone
The day is dead, the night has come
Vanilla swirls in bowls of blood
A taste of wild and tame
A figure in a darkened hood
Never quite the same
A howling moon so far away
The desert crawls with life today
Swimming in the river deep
An ancient beast is deep asleep
Buried treasure 'neath the tree
Not for mortal eyes to see
A pen on paper, scratching words
Monochrome, a page of blurs
Light in darkness, shining weak
Frightened children for it seek
Yet, once the fleeting light is found
Cold ashes resting on the ground
Sunrise over mountains high
A painter gives a grateful sigh
Quiet reigns where sound should be
A storm is raging silently
The scratching stops, the paper curls
A hand no longer with us furls
Whispers the WindWhispers the wind
In the hours of day
O'er the noise
Of life, as it passes
Whispers the wind
In the hours of night
In the silence
Of dark, as it passes
Whispers the wind
In the hours between
In changing light
And sound, as it rests
LightA being at the very edge of his vision was kneeling over the fallen human. It was weaving strands of glimmering light in a web over her chest, the thin threads passing through each other and sticking in seemingly random places as she worked. The fine weave pulsed gently as it hovered just above her chest save for where the being had delicately pressed one fingertip down to attach it to the dead woman. The being then wove the connected strands into each other, and soon one thin fiber of light was attached to each of the fingertips on her right hand. She raised her hand then, gathering the strands and gently pressing them to the palm of her hand before spreading her fingers out again, letting her hand hover in the air for a few moments. The body was lifted off the ground, only a few inches, as if the little light threads were puppet strings. The strands of light glowed brighter and the world seemed to hold its breath when she brought her hand down, fingers still spread and palm flat. The
Grey and silverIn a world of grey and silver
Colours muted by the fog
I stand silent in the snowscape
With a smile of grateful joy
I see the hidden beauty
In a bleak and quiet day
The lack of sound is calming
Wish it could stay this way
This landscape that I tell of
Is never far away
As fog and frost still rule the world
You'll see it too
I promise you
There Are SeashellsSoft sunlight
And the sound of waves
It’s a beautiful sight
So different from his
Final resting place
There are seashells here
Peacock BlueThe sky is blue. It’s a beautiful shade, the colour of peacock feathers. I stand on a green hill underneath a blue sky and smile at the warm, yellow sunlight.
A gentle breeze rustles in the leaves and tousles the long grass as I close my eyes. Soft footsteps sound behind me, slightly out of sync with the wind. That’s how I hear her.
She comes to stand beside me on the hill, and her top is a link between the sky and the grass, beautiful and green-blue. She smiles at me and I smile back.
“Thunderstorm’s coming,” she says. I nod.
We stand together and watch torn clouds the colour of bruised lead close over the peacock blue sky. Somewhere lightning flashes, the momentary flare of light illuminating her face and making her features stand out in sharp relief. I take her hand.
We will weather this storm together. Because behind wild clouds of bruised lead there is a sky the colour of peacock feathers and a warm, yellow sun.
OpticDogsOptic Dog Information
Sientific name: Canis Oculus
Life Span: (Unknown)
Optic Dogs (Canis Oculus) are a species of dog like creatures to who's' origins are unknown as well as their life spans given that no dead specimens have ever been discovered. The sound of the Optic Dog is like that of a Tasmanian devil when angered, a hyena when communicating with member of the same species though not of the same pack and a raven as a location call when lost or looking for partners. An Optic Dog's diet is also unknown given that no specimens have ever been observed consuming any flesh that they kill and appear to only kill for the pure pleasure of it. The anatomy of an Optic Dog is also unknown and it is thought that these creature's bodies are mainly made up of vein like structures as well as a total of 10 eye like struc
"You better not post this on any social media." said Ethan walking towards the photoshoot area. Maya is Ethan's 16 year old sister, while Ethan is 13. Maya has recently been hired to photos hoot and became a photographer. But as of now, she had no clients so she can only do on someone familiar. "I'm only going to post it on the special photography site, works like this won't belong on Instagram or something like that." Maya replied. "Ok, but to make it say like "here is my little brother Ethan posing for me and dressed up like a girl!" Ethan said. "No, I would never do that. By the way, for this event, I'm going to call you Ethel, ok?" Maya said. "Fine" Ethel replied.
They arrived at the photo shoot area, is was a small garden behind a school with pink flowers. "Here we are." Maya said. "Breast forms secure?" "Check." "Wig on correctly?" "Check" "Dress awesome?" Maya said happily to Ethel. "…Check." Ethel said. Maya did more pre-photo checks with Ethel. "Ok, Ethel. First we will
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 20
Author's note: I'm soo sorry for the late update, but I just got back from my exchange in Danmark and I was so tired that I had to first rest a few days, before writing the new chapter.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
„… maid café. I was thinking of doing this a while now and when I heard the good news about your ankle, I just thought, let’s do it. Your part there is to sit on a little table and every time someone comes in, you tell them where a table on which they can sit. And the guests have to go to you and then you can take their order. Sound easy, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I would really love to do it!!”
My world becomes colourful again. Not only I can leave the bed, but although I can help with such a cool thing. All the loneliness and boredom of the past few days is ravished in barely a second.
The next day
It’s the first time in a while that I’m being awaked by my alarm
Prelude: Cthulhu vs. Charles Barkley
Insanus Abe: ...This is the most ridiculous and craziest match we'll ever do.
Madness Abe: Hey, Dan and Lacie did Shaq vs. 50 Cent and CyberAgent did his own share of crazy matches, so we ought to join in on the bandwagon and prove why we're called "Madness" and "Insanus".
Xl9: If the crazy guy think this is crazy, Abe, then you really need to re-evaluate this match.
Madness Abe: Anyway, the indie game community has come up with amazing titles and games, but sometimes a bizarre comes out with an alternate character interpretation on existing characters...or people in this game.
Insanus Abe: This is so ridiculous...
Xl9: Cthulhu, the reformed Elder God turned Hero!
Madness Abe: And Charles Barkley, the Ultimate Slams Master. Joining is today is Death Battle veteran, Xl9, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle!
You Wouldn't Hurt Me chapter 1Marshall Lee paced back and forth in his living room restlessly, his hands a shaking mess. A frustrated hiss escaped the boy's pale lips as the unknown hunger once again ripped through his cold body. The wave of pain that tore through his undead nerves caused the vampire to convulse and collapse to the floor, his chest heaving as he continued to take blow after blow. Almost sobbing from the pain, he instinctively curled into a ball, and let out a frustrated growl. For weeks now, this mysterious hunger had plagued him. It was so bad that no matter how hard he tried, he could not distract himself from the ravenous hunger that had over taken him. Playing his guitar didn't work, neither did sucking the red out of everything he owned, even visiting his friends didn't seem to pull him away from this glob awful feeling. Nothing seemed to work and Marshall was near, if not past, his breaking point. As the pain began to temporarily subside, the vampire kings dark eyes lazily opened. Drawing in
Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader ( My sweetest Kuroko )WARNING : CONTAINS TOOO MUCH FLUFFINESS
Kuroko-kun might be out of character .... I'm a lazy writer ...
sooo let's enjoy ....
Today was your first date with your deadpanned face boyfriend . How can this happen .?
It was a day after valentine day , but you still didn't give your valentine gift to your crush . You were tooooooooooo shy and afraid that he might reject you . Your cousin , Kagami Taiga said that Kuroko really like Vanilla shakes so you thought that vanilla-choco gift was the best to give to him .
You gather all of your courage to confess to him , so you write a short letter / note and put it at his shoe locker .
---TIME SKIP ---
"I....i.... li-like y-you , K-kuroko san ?" you said stuttered and with your blushing faced while handing him your handmade vanilla-choco .
"Eh" he was shocked at first , and his faced was shown a small tint of crimson red . He liked you since the day Kag
R+V: A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot Ch. 39
Rosario + Vampire "A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot"
Chapter 39 "Back To School"
Based upon characters created by Akihisa Ikeda.
Original idea and story written by Gamera68.
Pairing: the real Moka Akashiya and Tsukune Aono
Alternate Reality, set after the events of the now-finished manga series.
Comedy / Drama / Slice-of-Life
Moka and Tsukune are 19 years old.
Beta by :iconjacoblee0463:, :icontrain48:, and :iconcolresslawliet: from deviantArt. Thanks once again!
A/N: This chapter concludes Tamiko's introductory arc. It will be her first day at school as a first grader. She will still be in the story of course but won't be the central focus unless the chapter is about her. Tsukune and Moka will finally get some well-deserved alone time very soon since Tamiko will be at school from 8:30 AM until 1:30 PM Monday through Friday.
Just a reminder, her elementary school is a private school. She will also be making some new friends as well. I'd also like to thank everyone who has
Lumina's Character Sheet
Lumina de Rea
Age: 137 (She tells others she's over 1000, and most would believe her.)
Species: Tiger Mink
Height (Length): 12 feet(3.65 meters) long, not including her tail.
20 feet(6 meters) long including her tail.
Weight: 1.2 Tons (1088.62 Kg/ 2400 lbs.)
Fur color: Primarily Blue-violet, with lavender around her belly, face, feet, and the end of her tail. She has black tiger stripes that run down her back, forelegs, hindlegs, and tail. She has a black pattern on the edges of her eyes that resemble two triangles and a hook. The tip of the fur on her head is dyed a dull magenta.
Eye Color: Indigo
Mouth Color: Indigo
Accessories: A small(for her size) dark grey framed mirror.
Naruto OC Profile: AmberAffiliation: Sound
Current Ninja Rank: Chunin
Date of Birth: March 19th
Age: (Shippuden) 15
(Pre- Shippuden) 12
(Pre- Affiliation) 9
Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Height: 162.1 cm ( 5ft 3in )
Weight: 47.6 kg ( 105 lbs. )
Blood Type: A positive
Pairing: Sasuke x Amber
Favorite Food: Rice balls
Least Favorite Food: Seafood
Hobbies: Listening to others problems and consoling them, collecting and identifying wildflowers, playing with her snake, training to control her abilities.
Wants: To be proven useful to those around her, to serve Lord Orochimaru and his followers forever, to learn what it is to be loved.
Fears: Death of those closest to her, Lord Orochimaru and Sasuke fighting, being considered a monster again, being alone, a follower betraying the snake nin.
Missions Completed: 9 D-Rank, 5 C-Rank, 3 B-Rank, 0 A-Ran
Our Name is Sirius"Our name is Sirius."
The words echoed in the empty room. The two young women had spoken at the same time, two voices perfectly in tune with each other. The women themselves were almost mirror images. Soft, white skin, white hair, milky white irises, lips a very pale pink; they had no real colour. They had the same face, the same build and the same white clothes. The only difference between them was that one had bangs and the other didn't.
They moved in perfect sunchronisation, like mirror images of each others. Their faces were blank, but vague interest showed in their eyes.
"What, both of you?"
"Are you twins?"
"The word does not cover the extent of our bond. But your language lacks a proper phrase, so we will accept the term."
"Alright, then. But what are you?"
They were silent, faces impassive but eyes sharp and piercing.
"That is not for you to know."
"That is not for you to know."
Their piercing eyes softened.
"You are frustrated. Do not be. We have no ill will
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