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Binding Threads6 years ago in Typographical

Love Truly 4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

About Crescent-shaped Scars3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Madoka Magica: BTS: Prologue2 years ago in Comedy

Tom Petty Tribute8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

A Vampires Angel -chap.1-

Maybe if I...ah who am i kidding.Closing my eyes for a few minutes and then opening them again wont change.I wonder...wonder how long was i stuck in here,how much long will i have to stay here.How lovely....I never hurt anyone,and im trapped in here...while that killer is free and who knows whats on his mind.Sigh,hope is gone for me.All because of who I am.It would of been better if they just ended my life at this point,i feel like im going insane.Dark and tied up.These stuped chains feel like if they are growing on me.Its weird from me to say this..but i wish i could see the light again.Atleast once.I closed my eyes,there is no point in haviA Vampires Angel -chap.1-2 years ago in Settings

A furry muse...? 4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Grasp Onto My Heart7 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

I hate myself+INSPIRATION

I refuse to starve myself, to fit society's norm of beauty.

I would die if I didn't eat as much as I do.

I refuse to burn my hair to get it to lie flat.

My hair is naturally straight, and even if it wasn't I would love it just the same.

I refuse to wear makeup to fit in.

I have no gross medical disfiguration. There is nothing wrong with my face. I have no wish to cover it in something unnecessary.

I refuse to buy according to genre.

If it's comfortable, if it looks good…Does it really matter whether it's emo or prep?

I refuse to lower my standards for you.

If you do not know how to speak to me civilly, we might as well not engagI hate myself+INSPIRATION2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Hjerte af Serenity__ _8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Dreamy clouds6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

My Lucky Rabbit's Foot Ch. 1

A lone rabbit sat dejectedly upon a cold, stone floor. His ebony fur, with only his face showing any white whatsoever, was smothered in caked dirt and dried blood. Probably from the many beatings that he had received in his time of captivity. Clasped to his neck, wrists, and ankles were magic-restraining chains, keeping him from trying to escape from his small prison. His sky blue and black jacket and shorts were tattered and worn, rips and tears being seen on every place imaginable on them. It seemed that they were also a bit too small for him.

Outside of the room, a single torch is lit, allowing a small amount of light to reflect into theMy Lucky Rabbit's Foot Ch. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

wings to paradise?9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Dream8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

LaF - Audition Part Two

Night Creatures;
Reversal

For a moment he couldn't believe his eyes. He wouldn't believe them. How could... and here, of all places, standing there across the water as plain as the river that separated them? It was huge as to be expected, but of a species completely unsuited for this environment. Yet, the creature met his eyes unflinchingly.

A wolf.

A white wolf which, though distinctly solid, seemed to exude a cool light from its very form and bore its head with distinct regality. He only had a moment's notice to take it all in- and then it was gone.

He stared at the now pitch-black space left behind by the luminous figure, blinking inLaF - Audition Part Two10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

Vital Spark: Nevermore - Part One

Shallow candlelight flickered on the brick walls around him as he approached the desk, a hulking, mahogany shape at the cramped room's center, strewn with a selection of papers that glared brilliant white at him through the darkness, a quilt of shadows whose threads were torn only by the dim firelight. Uneasy silence settled on the dark room, its thick walls effectively drowning out the chorus of screams that cried out in the assortment of dungeon cells that lied beyond.

Finally, he cleared his throat, shattering the uneasy quiet that had fallen on the cramped quarters. The gentle thud of paper on mahogany drew the attention of the man behVital Spark: Nevermore - Part One11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

Som're Diamonds

Generally, I’m a very non-judgmental person when it comes to looks. People used to make assumptions about me based on my choice of hairstyle or clothing, so I make certain I don’t do the same to anyone else. But… really! I walked up to Kerin’s house at the same time as a gum smacking, texting, scantily clothed femme, who was somehow managing to sing out of tune and blow enormous bubbles at the same time. I resisted the urge to laugh at the sight of her, until she said, “Ohhh, look, a career girl! Gonna make the big money selling lipstick, girlie?” Putting on my most charming smile, I reached into my poSom're Diamonds4 years ago in General

Zombie Fortification 101: The Brick You've heard rumors about the end of days; a zombie apocalypse. But you're not as insolent as everyone else. You know you need to bunk in, stock up and fortify. But you're stuck in Alfred – where could you possibly go that's safe? Then you think … how about that old building next to Kruson? Yeah, the Brick! But why is the Brick an optimal decision to bet your life on?
According to zombie expert Max Brooks, great care goes into the fortification of a potential safe house. Everything from how many stories the building is to the location of windows and supplies can make or break your chance at long-term survival. Unfortunately, therZombie Fortification 101: The Brick1 year ago in Academic Essays

F.A.T. The Butterfly1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Blade of Blacknight TerrorBlade of Blacknight Terror

Force of Chaos’ whirling power,
Storms in my mind and soul,
Waging dark emotions and lust for battle,
As a servant of black gods I am.

Memories of past years,
Vanished into total oblivion,
Red mist of slaughter and havoc
Be my new present reality.

I have become a part of something infernal,
A pawn in the game of war and madness,
Of godless actions and blasphemous dreams.
I have become a sword of pure hatred,
A channelling soul of dark desires,
Flaming blade of Blacknight terror.

They say, the grace of midnight’s might,
Becomes the black possessive torment,
Horror of the thousand wailing foBlade of Blacknight Terror4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Mischief Clock

Its name is "Itazura kurokku" meaning Mischief Clock.

The release phrase is:
"Turn the gears of pandemonium"

Most people ask why is a key a part of it, it goes with the theme basically, its a Clock/Gear/Key theme I'm going with. Basically Itazura kurokku, is a large key thats about 7 inches in height and 2 inches in diameter. Its clings on to the users reiatsu by using a little bit of reistu and can be controlled thought, seeing as it has no handle but the way the user uses it is just like a sword using slashing motions with his hands, it can reach about 5 feet away from the user giving it a larger reach. One of the ability's that Itazura Mischief Clock2 years ago in Profiles

The Walking Gate - Ch 4

Chapter 4

2163:02:16:03:55.41
Sarah Carter

(Note; the date above is when Anaya was found by The Order. Any records of Anaya's earliest accounts are non-existent or unknown)

Allow me to tell you the story of how we met Anaya, and the limited history that we have acquired of her. I will tell you; however, some of this information may not be entirely true. In events when ones brain is under a lot of stress or panic, one's mind can lock these memories away. In a way this allows one to continue on with their life for the benefit of their well-being…or for the benefit of another.

It seems to us as Anaya recalls, that her earliest memThe Walking Gate - Ch 47 years ago in Fantasy

Cinquian6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

PresentChirp, chirp, goes the bird.
Free as can be, away it shall sing.
Birdie, birdie, come to me.
I want your freedom, "we shall see".
Flap, flap, goes the bird.
You hold true your every word.
Watching you fly, you pass on by.
With such grace, you fly with beauty.
Molt a feather, your present to me.Present8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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