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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.
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Kagami's ending
Author's note: Here is the first ending with Kagami. And yeah, I know it's been already two weeks since I last uploaded a chapter, but I just started eleventh grade at school and it's really exhausting.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
“Whaaaat!?“, say both look at me like I’m crazy.
“Are we talking about the same Bakagami? The idiotic giant fool?”, Riko asks.
“Yeah. Is there a problem?”
Momoi asks “What do you love about him?”
All I can think of are this funny moments I had with him the last days.
“He made me laugh and that’s all a good boyfriend should do” And I smile at them and they realize how much I’m in love with Kagami. Then Riko and Momoi look at each other and take a decision.
“(_f/n_), we will help you. Kagami is so dense, he will not understand it the normal way. So we have to make good plan.”
Halloween Prelude: Mothman vs. Jersey Devil
???: Cryptids. These creatures have haunted our world and minds for countless years. Though their existence has yet to be proven, they have proven to be popular enough to be cemented in modern culture and caused many to spend their lives dedicated to proving they truly exist.
???: And in this fight, we're pitting two flying monsters famous for making the Northeastern and Southeastern U.S. the worst places to spend your vacation at!
???: The Jersey Devil, flying terror of the Pine Barrens!
???: And the Mothman, an exterminator's worst nightmare out of West Virginia!
???: Our benefactors, Madness Abe and Insanus Abe, will be out for this month and we've been hired to take their places for the time being.
Our hosts: Raziel and Abridged!Alucard
Raziel: I am the wraith Raziel and accompanying me is the Hellsing Organization's top agent, Alucard, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
A thousand years of Sonic 36A thousand years of Sonic 36
Silver was searching in Alice's library, he picked out a book and opened it. "What are you doing?!" Fleetway face pop out of the book, "AHHH!" Silver slammed the book shut. Silver grabbed his chest he thought he was going to have a heart attack, "Fleetway!" Silver yelled he was mad. He walked down stairs and he didn't saw Fleetway he looked from side to side. "Fleetway?!" Silver called he started to walk and bumped into a refrigerator, "A refri- what is this idiot up to?" Silver asked. "I have become a refrigerator... I hope this story wins a Oscar" said the fridge as he talked by opening the bottom door. "What?! Fleetway?" Silver asked confused of the talking fridge, "No it's El Pendejo, yes it's me" said Fleetway. "Why are you a refrigerator?" Silver asked to know the story, "Well I was searching for the spells in my book an it turned out that some of my spells work better
Halloween Prelude: Destoroyah vs. Iris
Raziel: Kaiju: Japanese for "Strange Creature", and later known to the world for "Monster". Throughout cinema, kaiju have destroyed cities and caused devastation for viewing audiences for decades. From Godzilla to King Kong, from Gamera to the Kaiju of Pacific Rim, Kaiju have become an icon of cinema.
Alucard: And in this fight, we're not pitting Godzilla and Gamera. No, that's been done to death and it's overrated as shit! No, this time, we're pitting their greatest archenemies! Two of the baddest bastards among Kaiju everywhere!
Raziel: Iris, Gamera's greatest opponent and Ultimate Lifeform!
Alucard: And Destoroyah, the Red Lobster meal from the depths of hell!
Raziel: I am the wraith Raziel and accompanying me is the Hellsing Organization's top agent, Alucard, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle
AKA: Destroyah, Destroyer
Profile Zoe JacksonOC PROFILE (Percy Jackson, next generation)
Name: Zoë Ariel Jackson
Nicknames: Zow, Starfish
Birthdate: December 18th (Sagittarius)
Hometown: New York
Years at Camp: 6 (since age 12)
Godly blood: Poseidon blood
Family: - Althea Lockwood (mother, daughter of Demeter)
- Percy Jackson (father, son of Poseidon)
- Rowen Jackson (younger brother, 2 years younger, Demeter blood)
- River Jackson (younger brother, 4 years younger, Poseidon blood)
- Sfea Jackson (younger sister, 6 years younger, Demeter blood)
- Demeter, goddess of grain and nature (maternal grandmother)
- Rowen Lockwood (maternal grandfather, deceased)
- Sally Jackson (paternal grandmother)
Friends Episode 5: Let's Be Cops
Reggie has his hands on the steering wheel of the police cruiser with Zach sitting in the passenger seat. “Hey, since you’re my new partner, how bout I tell you my story?”
Zach turns to him. “Sure, I’d love to hear how you managed to become a cop.”
“Well,” Reggie begins, staring through the windshield. “When I was an Elgyem, I was inspired to become an officer from witnessing so many arrests on television. After I evolved, I signed up for the academy and passed. Too bad my old friends from my home planet won’t be seeing me for what I do.”
Zach clenches one eye. “Why, don’t you think they’ll visit?”
“Because I was sentenced to exile from my home planet, I almost died in the wild because I didn’t know how to survive. Then I met her, the most beautiful Audino I’d ever seen. I’ll never forget her. Mimi and her friends made sure I received enough medical attention and helped me
Cub SeidonPhysical Attributes
Born four and a half minutes after his sister AoifeSlightly smaller than herSeidon wasn’t as strong as his sister, but he was faster than her—he inherited his mother's speed
He was calmer and quieter than Aoife, but was just as playful as her. He was also a very curious cub; he loved learning about the world around him Seidon wasn’t a troublemaker like his sister, though he always seems to get himself into strange predicaments. The closest he gets to mischievousness is covering up for Aoife's capers
Like any ordinary cub, Seidon loves and admires his mother. He's captivated by her stories about her life as a traveler, and wishes to be just like her when she grows up. He also loves and admires his father despite his indifferent attitude. On the other hand, when he becomes a courier, Seidon couldn’t help but feel baffled about Hiro's disapproval. Wasn't i
Creepypasta the Fighters Boss: Mr. Creepypasta
Bio: A person of unknown origin, very little is known about the being named Mr.Creepypasta. What is known however is that he is responsible for all the creepypasta phenomena that occur in the world. He takes pleasure in creating creatures he calls his “Children” and his only wish is for his children to play.
Powers/Weapons: As the god of Creepypasta, Mr. Creepypasta has unlimited god like power and can do many abilities such as creation, destruction and resurrection. In battle, he wields a large war hammer called the Pasta Hammer, which has a bludgeoning end on side and a spike on the other.
*Light Spear: Mr. Creepypasta crouches down to his knees and throws a long light spear at the player.
*Shoulder Ram: Mr. Creepypasta shoulder rams the player with a shadow trail following behind him.
*Pasta Hammer Attack: Mr. Creepypasta summons his Pasta Hammer, seemingly from thin air, and smashes the player over the head with it, setting them up for a free hit.
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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