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The Tearoom Debates I: Inspiration v. Infringement

Journal Entry: Wed May 27, 2015, 2:49 PM


Welcome to the first installment of CRLiterature's new article series, The Tearoom Debates! We've shamelessly ripped off Mrs-Durden and CRPhotography, who currently run a bi-weekly series of opportunities for group readers to debate both sides of questions like "film or digital?" and then, in the next article, spotlight the input of the previous week's commenters.


Our format will be a bit different though. We'll still be keeping the biweekly frequency, and each article will feature your comments from the previous week. We're adding a touch of our own - some CRLiterature admins and the occasional guest lecturer will offer our input in the body of the articles, to give you food for debate right out of the gate! (Oops, in-rhyme. This isn't a poem, I promise.) Easy enough concept, right?

So, with no more fanfare--



-- let me announce the first question:

At what point, for you, does a piece inspired by another work cross the line into plagiarism?


With all the recent lawsuits about music "inspired by" other pieces, and the trendiness of found poetry in the small presses, it seems like the perfect time to be debating this. There are no wrong answers. Speak your mind. One random commenter will get a one-month premium membership for participating, so grab your nearest keyboard and let us - and everyone else - have it!


Our Input:


The accessibility of the internet has meant boundless sources for anyone to pick up “inspiration” and use it how they must. Whether this is creating Pinterest boards or copying and pasting extracts that speak to you- there is no issue and actually something I’d encourage writers to do. However, it's what you do with your source material that determines where the line is. How much of what you are taking is too original, and how much of it is sparking your own creativity? If you are relying heavily on the former, then you are probably getting to a point where you are just copying and not creating something new.  You should always credit the sources you use and on dA make use of your artists comments as you can discuss the inspiration point- and don’t be offended if people say the likeness is too close, use it as a source of redraft improvement. - BeccaJS 


If you're using a quote, you have to cite it. If you're writing something derivative as a writing excerise, you need to say so, and let folks know what you're using as inspiration. If you're working on a piece for future publication, or are publishing a derivative piece, your work needs to be transformative. You can't just put in linebreaks and call it found poetry. You can't replace a few words and say that you've recreated the piece as yours. There has to be a sense of your voice and your story in the new work, or else you're pretty much stealing. - PinkyMcCoversong 
Personally, I think anyone who's saying they don't draw inspiration from other works is full of it, or full of themselves, or something - everything is derivative to some extent, even if it's just in passing. And even full derivation is a great learning exercise, respinning a piece into your voice or deconstructing it. The line, for me, is what the creator of the derivative work, any derivative work, intends to actually do with it. If you're keeping it private, or showing it on a personal blog like DeviantArt, as long as it isn't a verbatim copypaste it's fine in my books. If you're selling it for money without paying the original artist a licensing fee, or publishing it in a small nonprofit press without crediting the author? That's a dick move. We all want notoriety, we all want credit. Even if the original artist has more money and fame and houses in Malibu than you, they still want people knowing their work exists and is out there. Be considerate. God. - tiganusi
The difference between inspiration and infringement is easy: It all depends on how litigious the owner of your inspiration is. In more detail, the difference between infringement and inspiration is still a very blurry, thin line. The legal standard is of course "substantial similarity" which is pretty much as ridiculously vague as possible. After that you get into specific case law, but there are no "original" ideas any more. Everything is an iteration off an older idea, to an extent. And come on, even if I'm inspired by a movie about robots and triple-boobs, and make a movie that is, in my mind, inspired by and substantially different to, Michael Bay is still going to sue me for my actress's triple-boob. - haldron 


Your turn! Leave your thoughts in the comment section. Where is the plagiarism/inspiration line for you?



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–Es una orden, o mañana no hay carro para ti Thomas y haber como te vas a la escuela.
–A ya ya ya, la ley es la ley-
dijo Thomas
Me despedí de la señora y le di las gracias, en realidad no era tan mala persona, es solo que hablaba mucho, pero no lo hacía para molestarme, bueno eso creo yo. 
Esa noche nos acompaño Thomas, el manejo, nosotros íbamos atrás,Jackson me pidió disculpas por el comportamiento de su mama, le dije que no había problema, que habeces las mamas son así.Al fin llegamos a mi casa, bajamos del auto y me despedí de Thomas,Jackson me llevo hasta dentro, me miro con unos ojos tan tristes, y me dijo:
-Amor dime que estarás bien, que mas quisiera poder quedarme contigo, pero…
-Estaré bien, lo prometo
-le respondí-estoy mejor, no te preocupes ¿vale?, ¿mañana nos vemos en la escuela?-le pregunte.          
-Claro amor ahí nos vemos, te despiertas temprano porfavor
-Me abrazo y me dio un beso, pero esta vez duró mucho mas, fue tan lindo, me hizo sentir tantas cosas, y al último me dio un abrazo–Descansa, te llamaré cuando llegue ¿de acuerdo?-me dijo.  
–Está bien, te vas con cuidado-
lo besé, y nos volvimos a abrazar. 
Después de muchas despedidas, se fue, esa noche fue demasiada rara, me sentía extraña sin él, me sentía sola, pero feliz, porque sabía que lo volvería a ver, también pensé en Thomas, me callo muy bien, tenía un carácter tan imponente pero a la vez serio, no le importaba lo que los demás dijeran de él.
Al fin llego lunes, regresar a la escuela sería tan raro, ¿y si el “cuento de hadas” terminaba?, solo había una forma de saberlo ir y averiguarlo, me bañe me vestí arregle mi cabello y me perfume, tome mi mochila y salí de mi casa, camine hacía la escuela como siempre, entre a mi primera clase y ahí estaba Jackson, lo mire, y también el lo hizo, le sonreí, y el....Camino hacía a mí, con esa sonrisa perfecta, con las manos en los bolsillos, me abrazo y me beso, podía sentir todas las miradas que se clavaban como espadas en mi cuerpo mas los susurros de todos.
-¿Ya vieron?, ¿Qué le dio?, ¡está loco!, ¿Por qué se besan?-podía escuchar cada una de la criticas, pero no me importaban mas, el estaba conmigo, y los demás me importaban un carajo.
-¡QUEEEE¡-gritaron, y sentí como alguien me jalaba. Era ella....Samantha -¿Qué haces con esta estúpida?-dijo Samantha.Jackson me jalo y se puso en medio de las dos.
–Con ella no te metas Samantha-
dijo Jackson.
- ¿Entonces es verdad lo que dicen? Que andas con la mugrosa.
–No es ninguna mugrosa, y la respetas-
dijo Jackson, me tomo de la mano y me llevo a mi asiento.
– ¿Realmente me cambiaras por esta?- le preguntó Samantha.
–Ella tiene nombre y lo sabes, no es ninguna “esta”-dijo Jackson 
–No me interesa su nombre, no sabes lo que estás haciendo, no puedes echar a la basura 5 años de nuestro gran amor.... !JACKSON¡-le dijo Samantha.
–Yo no estoy echando a la basura nada, tu lo echaste a la basura hace mucho, y no voy a discutir contigo-Ella salió del salón, y él se acerco a mí.
–Perdón por esto Marie, yo ya no ciento nada por ella, y lo que dice de ti, no le tomes importancia, es una tonta superficial-me dijo.
–No te preocupes, ahora estás conmigo y es lo que importa, gracias por darme mi lugar-le agarre sus manos y me abrazo, y me miro a la cara, acomodo mi cabello atrás de mi oreja y me dijo.
–Eres perfecta para mi, estoy enamorado de ti, jamás lo olvides.
–Jamás lo haré-le respondí. 
Ese día fue raro, todos nos miraban pasar, era algo extraño para mi, jamás había sido el centro de atención, el estuvo todo el tiempo conmigo, pasaron las clases y al fin era hora de regresar a casa, el me llevo a su casa, comí ahí, no estaba su Mamá, ni su hermano, me llevo a su cuarto, era hermoso, había tantos libros, y fotografías de él y sus amigos, me acerque y las mire, encontré una de él con Samantha, la tome y la mire pero la deje rápido en su lugar, él se dio cuenta. Me miro y miro la fotografía, la rompió.
–No, ¿Qué haces?-
le pregunte-No necesitas hacer eso, se que tienes un pasado antes de mi, pero no me importa, ahora sé también que yo soy tu presente.
–No quiero saber más de ese pasado, ahora tu lo eres todo para mí y no quiero que te sientas incomoda por nada.

Pero yo en el fondo sabía que su historia con Samantha había sido muy importante para él, y presentía que el aún la amaba, 5 años no se olvidan de la noche a la mañana, no sabía cómo preguntarle respecto a su relación con Samantha, yo siempre los vi juntos en la escuela, “felices”, pero a veces las apariencias engañan, recuerdo que me quede toda la tarde en su casa, vimos una película y me quede dormida en su brazo, hasta que me despertó y me dijo que si me quería quedar a dormir en su casa, pero yo no me sentía en confianza con su mamá y su hermano, aun que las habitaciones quedaban lejos una de la otra y hasta tenían habitación para huéspedes, le dije que talvez otro día, me llevo a casa y me volví a quedar sola, así pasaron los meses.

SEPTIEMBRE…

OCTUBRE…
NOVIEMBRE…

Y al fin diciembre, llevaba 4 meses, sin vomitar, ni cortarme, a veces, discutía con Jackson por cosas sin sentido, pero siempre, terminábamos bien, a veces se quedaba en mi casa, dormía en el sofá, o a veces iba a comer a su casa, a ver películas, cosas que hacen los novios, mi mama me visitaba una o dos veces al mes, depende de  su trabajo, realmente amaba a Jackson, decía que era el novio perfecto para mi, también me había hecho buena amiga de Thomas, su hermano, era una persona divertida pero a veces era muy serio, los días transcurrieron,Samantha no nos volvió a molestar, ya solo faltaban dos meses para graduarnos al fin, al fin  llego 24 diciembre y festejaríamos nuestra primera navidad juntos, mi mamá no pasaría conmigo la navidad, hasta año nuevo, ese día el frió estaba más fuerte, era una mañana realmente fría, yo estaba despertando y me preparaba un café, escuche el timbre de mi casa, y me asome por la ventana era Jackson, le abrí y entro con una caja muy grande.
-¿Qué es eso?
-le pregunte.
–Ábrelo-me respondió. 
¿Era un regalo de navidad?, yo no le había comprado nada, me sentía apenada.
-Pero… Yo no te compre nada.
–No te preocupes, ábrelo-
Lo abrí era un vestido, tan hermoso que parecía de modelo, unos tacos negras y un abrigo negro, me sorprendí tanto, que no supe que decir, ¿Por qué me había regalado eso?, el sabía que no era de ese tipo de chicas que le gustan vestir muy lujosamente.
-¿Qué es esto?-
le pregunté.
–Es para que lo uses,hoy, amor, mi Mamá hará una cena y vendrá alguna familia del extranjero, y siempre hace un brindis muy especial para ella, quiero que me hagas el honor de ser mi pareja hoy.
–Pero, no tenias por que comprarme esto, yo tengo vestidos.

En realidad todos los vestidos que “tenía” eran de mi Madre, y algo pasados de moda.
-Por favor, no quiero que te vayas a molestar-me respondió-lucirás hermosa, ya lo veras, paso por ti a las 10 de la noche, ¿ok? 
-Está bien-le respondí un poco enojada.
Me bañe, me peine y me puse el vestido, en realidad me gusto mucho, me puse los tacos y me di cuenta de algo horrible, jamás había caminado con tacos, practique un poco, vi el reloj y faltaba todavía una hora, fui a la habitación de mi mama y tome su maquillaje y por simple curiosidad, me empecé a maquillar, en realidad no me reconocía, me gustaba lo que veía en el espejo, ¿de verdad?, después de tanto, al fin me gustaba lo que miraba en el espejo, pero esa no era yo, debajo de esa ropa costosa y ese maquillaje, estaba la frágil Marie, la tímida, y desconfiada Marie, al fin dieron las 10 de la noche, estaba nerviosa, no podía esperar la cara de Jackson cuando me viera, estaba emocionada, solo me había arreglado por él, pero él no llegaba, dieron las 11 de la noche y no llegaba, me quite los tacos, y me la pasaba mirando por la ventana y el no llegaba, abrí el refrigerador y había un pedazo de pizza, sinceramente tenía hambre que lo metí al microondas y me senté en el sofá a comerlo, ¿de verdad me había dejado plantada?, ¿y si su mamá no quería verme ahí?, me hice muchas preguntas, ninguna con respuesta, dieron las 12 de la noche, al fin navidad, y yo sola en mi casa, sin nadie, aún esperando a Jackson, por fin sonó el timbre, tome mi bolsa, me puse los tacos de nuevo me mire al espejo y me puse un poco mas de brillo labial, y abrí la puerta, no podía creerlo…
No podía creerlo, no era Jackson, era su hermano Thomas, me decepcioné tanto, ¿Qué hacia el aquí? ¿Dónde estaba Jackson?, también me asuste tanto, imagine que le había pasado algo malo, para haber faltado, nunca me había dejado plantada.
-Hola-le dije a Thomas. 
-Hola sé que no esperabas verme, pero Jackson me ha mandado, ¿puedo pasar?-dijo.
-Claro pasa-En esos momentos me imagine lo peor-¿Qué pasa por que no ha llegado Jackson aun?, ¿está bien?, ¿le paso algo?
-Tranquila Marie, ha eso he venido, a explicarte por qué no pudo venir, primer punto, él está bien no te preocupes, surgió un problema familiar, mi mama y el tuvieron que ir a los Angeles, a resolver un problema, sobre las empresa de mi Padre, salvo que Jackson es el sucesor, y ahora que cumplirá 18 el tendrá que atender esos asuntos.
-¿Qué?, más despacio por favor, ¿quieres decir que Jackson ya no regresara?-le pregunte con una cara llena de angustia. 
-No, para nada el estará de regreso muy pronto, me mando a pedirte disculpas, a decirte que te ama-abri los ojos-y que pronto estará de regreso para poder estar contigo.
-¿Pero cuánto tiempo?-seguía insistiendo-cuando regresara.
Me sentía triste y desesperada de pensar en el simple hecho que ya no regresaría.
-No demorara mucho Marie-me respondió Thomas
-Está bien, si sabes algo, por favor, avísame y si se comunica contigo dile que lo estaré esperando.
-No te preocupes yo le diré todo, por cierto te vez muy linda hoy, te sienta bien ese vestido, pero para mi gusto te luce mejor el vestido que llevaste a casa, cuando te conocimos mi madre y yo-me respondió Thomas.
-Gracias-le respondí sonrojada, me senté en el sofá, con cara triste.
-Tengo una idea, Marie, ¿quieres ir a festejar Navidad con tu cuñado?.
-¿Festejar?, no creo poder, no me siento con ánimos.
-Pero no creo que a mi hermano le gustara que te quedaras encerrada en navidad, vamos, y no quiero discutirlo.
Me tomo por la mano y me jalo a la puerta.
-No, no quiero, no me siento con ánimos de nada Thomas.
-No me importa, ya te dije, ¿oh dejaras que tu cuñado pase navidad solo y aburrido?
Me sentía tan mal, pero no quería quedar mal con mi cuñado, así que acepte acompañarlo, subimos a su carro, me abrió la puerta.
–Muy bien primera parada, una grandiosa cena-
dijo Thomas.Lo mire y sonreí.–Muero de hambre-me dijo. Puso un poco de música, y acelero.
En todo el camino iba pensando en Jackson, ¿Qué estaría haciendo?, ¿tardara mucho en regresar?, ¿y si jamás regresaba?, jamás habíamos platicado sobre las empresas de su familia, él nunca me saco el tema y mucho menos yo, en verdad lo extrañaba y lo necesitaba, 
Al fin llegamos, era un Restaurante en medio de una calle oscura, me ayudo a bajar del carro y me puso su codo para que lo tomara.
-Señorita, hemos llegado-dijo Thoomas.
Caminamos a la entrada del restaurante, y pidió una mesa para dos, entramos, el lugar era muy lujoso, nos dieron una mesa cerca de la ventana, tenía una vista hermosa, podía ver la ciudad, las luces que alumbraban la noche y una hermosa luna, él fue muy educado.
-Así que eres muy callada, ¿verdad?-me pregunto.
–En realidad, si casi siempre soy así.
–No, me molesta pero yo te haré hablar, veo que quieres mucho a mi hermano.

-Claro, él ha sido muy lindo conmigo, ha estado cuando más lo necesito y en momentos muy difíciles.
-Él es una buena persona, y no lo digo porque sea mi hermano, pero es una persona, que hace todo muy bien, siempre ha sido el orgullo de la familia, nada parecido a mí, yo soy la oveja negra, te traje a este lugar porque tu vestimenta lo amerita, luces como una modelo.
- ¿Modelo? Jajajaja-le conteste-¿bromeas?
-Lo digo enserio, luces como una modelo, eres muy linda Marie, mi hermano tiene suerte en haberte encontrado.
Me sonroje tanto, que hasta nerviosa me puso.
-¿Ordenamos?, mis tripas exigen comida-dijo Thomas
-Jajaja, eres muy gracioso-le respondí-Claro ya hay que ordenar.
Él era una persona muy graciosa muy diferente a lo que me dijo Jackson, decía las cosas con tanta chispa, era tan diferente a su hermano, pedimos lo típico, pavo, pasta y un poco de vino, que en realidad yo no tomaba, pero él me dijo que brindáramos, paso 2 horas, entre la comida y las pláticas que tuvimos, pago la cuenta y salimos del restaurante.
-¿Quieres conducir?-
me pregunto él.
– No, gracias, yo no sé conducir-le respondí.
–Pero aprenderás, yo seré tu maestro de conducir.
–No, de verdad no sé nada, me da temor–
corrió hacia la puerta del copiloto, lo mire y subí del lado del conductor.
-Está bien, pero si choco es tu culpa-le dije.
–No pasara nada, ningún alumno a muerto en mis clases.

Esa noche me enseño a “conducir” sinceramente fue muy divertido y aprendí, muy poco el automóvil se me paraba a cada rato, termine aburriéndolo y termino conduciendo.
-Creo que serás una alumna muy mala-me dijo.
Me llevo a mi casa, y me dijo "te tengo una sorpresa", saco su celular e hizo una llamada, yo estaba parada en mi puerta y lo miraba en lo que él hablaba por teléfono:
-Hola, si,si, aquí estoy con ella, espera…-Dijo el. 
-Ten alguien quiere hablar contigo-
estiro su mana hacia mí con el teléfono.
Tome el teléfono.
-¿Hola?-conteste.
-¿Amor?.
Era Jackson, su voz, la única voz que hacia erizar mi piel.
-Amor, ¿como estas?-volvió a preguntar.
No pude evitarlo, mi garganta se empezó a ser un nudo y termine llorando,Thomas me miro con cara de sorpresa, pero el no entendía mis cambios de humor, y cuanto quería a su hermano.
-¿Como estas amor?-le dije. Apenas podía hablar.
-Tranquila Marie, estoy bien, perdón, por haberme ido sin avisarte, pero pronto estaré de regreso y te lo contare todo, por favor quiero que estés bien , quiero que sepas que te quiero como un loco, y que pronto estaremos juntos, no quiero que vayas hacer algo malo, sabes a que me refiero ¿me lo prometes?, ¿estarás bien?.
-Te lo prometo amor, regresa pronto y sabes que estaré bien, por ti, te quiero-le conteste.
-Bueno, pronto me comunicare con Thomas, espero te haya cuidado bien el día de hoy...
De pronto ya no escuchaba su voz.
-¿Bueno? ¿bueno?.
Le di el teléfono a Thomas, lo tomo y dijo.
-¿Bueno?, creo se corto-me miró y guardo el teléfono-pero si se algo de él te aviso, ahora me tengo que ir espero que estés bien si necesitas algo marca a mi casa, ¿ok?.
-Si gracias por la cena, no pude decirle "feliz navidad" a tu hermano, si vuelve a llamar se lo dices, por favor.
-Claro lo haré-me respondió Thomas.
Se despidió de mi con un beso en la mejilla y se fue, entre a mi casa prendí las luces, y volví a llorar, tenia tanta tristeza de no poder pasar nuestra primera navidad juntos,Jackson y yo, mire a mi al rededor y me volví a sentir tan sola, el frió me recorría la piel pero no me molestaba tanto como la falta de Jackson a lado Mio...
Y asi me fui a mi cuarto y me dormi,sin cambiarme,no,no queria,estaba muy cansada.A la mañana siguiente me levante y me meti a bañarme,despues de un rato senti que tocaban la puerta y .....
-!VOY¡.....Thomas...etto....¿que haces aqui tan temprano?-
al abrir la puerta me encontre con Thomas,estaba arreglado para salir...¿pero que hacia el ahi?
-¿Temprano?....Marie son las 12 de la mañana....no me digas...te acabas de levantar...¿no?
-¿Co...como lo sabes?
-Tu ropa es una,tu taza,es otra,y al preguntarme....¿Que haces aqui tan temprano?-
lo ultimo lo hizo tratando de imitar la vos tan dulce de Marie,bueno,para El.
-Bueno....voy a desayunar y si quieres puedas pasar o...¿tienes otros planes?.
-En verdad si....los dos vamos a las cinco de la tarde a un parque de diverciones y no te me niegas,ahora necesito hacer algo muy importante pero vengo porti a esa hora asi que quiero verte lista....adios-
todo lo dijo mirando a Marie como si quisiera regañarla ya que Ella trato de quejarse y al fin y acabo termino llendose como un ganador.
Al fin y acabo tome mi desayuno y aregle mi casa,asi se paso toda la tarde hasta las 4 ,me aliste y pues al faltarme una hora,me servi un poco de mi comida que habia cocinado,y luego me sente en el sofa y mire la tv,luego no se como toco el timbre,pero aun no eran las cinco pero igual fui abrir y me encontre con...
-Thomas...pero aun no son las cinco.
-!NAH¡....que importa ven vamos ya se a que juegos subiremos-me jalo hasta el auto y de ahi el arranco hacia el parque.
Al llegar todo era hermoso y vi que el fue a comprar los tickets.Al primer juego al que subimos fue “la montaña rusa” fue muy divertido lo termino eligiendo él, jamás en la vida me hubiera imaginado arriba de un “juego mecánico”, pero Thomas me inspiraba confianza de hacer cosas atrevidas, ese día fue inolvidable, jamás había tenido ni un solo amigo en la vida, y el hacía muy bien el papel, comimos hot dogs y hasta gano un juguete para mi, al fin llego la noche, y me llevo a casa, así pasaron las vacaciones de diciembre a lado de él,Jackson llamaba cada vez menos, y solo para saludar, ¿acaso no entendía que lo extrañaba?, cuánto tiempo más estaría sin verlo, eran preguntas que me hacía cada día, paso enero, un enero frió, y sin saber nada de Jackson, pero con la compañía de su hermano, paso febrero “el mes de el amor”, el amor es lo que me faltaba, mi gran amor no estaba, tenía miedo que llegara 14 de febrero y pasarla sola, así paso esos días y al fin llego el día “del amor y de la amistad” le hice una carta a Jackson, aún tenía la esperanza que volviera, pero no fue así, me la pase sola esa fecha y ni siquiera Thomas fue a visitarme ya tenía una semana sin saber de él, pero no tomaba importancia ya casi terminaban las vacaciones y regresaría a la escuela, talvez todo volvería a la normalidad.
Al fin llego, el día de regresar a clases, quería ver a Thomas, preguntarle por Jackson, recuerdo que ese día me desperté mucho antes de lo normal, y me aliste para ir a la escuela aún faltaba más de una hora, baje a tomar un jugo y a leer en lo que se pasaba el tiempo, después me fui, camine rápido, para llegar antes que todos y no tener que ver la cara a nadie, fui una de las primeras en llegar al colegió me fui a mi salón de clases, y me senté hasta tras, cerca de la ventana saque mi libro de matemáticas, y me puse a repasar un poco, al fin empezaron a llegar mis compañeros de clases, ninguno noto mi presencia y era mejor para mi, llego el profesor cerró la puerta y dijo “bienvenidos”, sentí un poco de desilusión, pues Jackson no había regresado y seguía sin saber nada de Thomas, las dos personas que me hacían sentir bien, me habían dejado sola, vaya mi suerte, pensé.
Paso Media hora yo solo tomaba notas de la clase, y tocaron la puerta.
-¿Se puede?.
Yo escribía en mi cuaderno, cuando escuche su voz, mi estomago se contrajo y mis latidos empezaron aumentar, alce la mirada y ahí estaba parado...

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A La Luz De Luna by estrellitaloca

ATTE: ADRI,FUERA Y PAZ
"Levi." You jutted your lower lip out, staring down at the man below you, his feet planted on soft, dewy grass.
"I'm stuck."

"Tch. You're not stuck you idiot, you just don't trust me."

You wanted to shake your head at Levi's ludicrous comment, but you were afraid you'd throw yourself off the fence, or worse, throw the fence on top of your short and rather irritable boyfriend.

It was 3:28 in the morning, on an unusually cold June Sunday, and you were stuck clinging to the gate of your old high school, while an irritated raven haired man in a maroon hoodie waited with his arms outstretched, expectantly.

2 hours ago, you were warmly snuggled against your boyfriend, and 2 hours ago, sneaking in to your old high school you had only just graduated from seemed like such a romantic idea to you, having gone dough eyed at the thought of cuddling on the bleachers with Levi and deemed getting to the school before dawn to be of upmost importance. Levi complied, much to your surprise, and led you to the school, hand in hand.
'This is gonna be so romantic' you had thought.

However, with the cold, slightly wet gate pressed between your thighs, and your already clammy hands grasping for dear life onto the bars, you wanted to slap the shit out of your old self for thinking this was a good idea at all.

Looking down at the stout figure looking up at you, you saw a face of annoyance. Levi, the flexible fucker, had simply grasped one end of the fence and flung himself over with such ease he looked akin to a bat flying out of its cave, stretching his arms gingerly as he beckoned for you to climb the fence over also. Feeling confident from Levi's success, you started off strong. However, as the final flip had come, you froze up, and began to panic, looking towards Levi with wide, frightened eyes. And here you were, glued to a dirty gate, breathing a bit wildly.

"Leviiiiii" you whined again, tightening your grip on the cold fence as your anxiety began to kick in again.

Levi sighed very audibly, and looked at your small figure basically cradling the metal wires, and approached you slowly, as to not startle the fucking baby that was his girlfriend.

"_____, just jump. Please. I will catch you, I swear." Levi said every word very slowly, with no malice or annoyance, which bugged you a bit.

"You're lying." You accused, slitting your eyes at him.

Levi sighed, again. Already over your dumb tantrum and began to walk away from your trembling silhouette.  

"L-Levi! Where are you going!? Don't leave me here. Please. Come back. I love you, I'll jump and break my whole body if you don't come back, don't leave me, oh my-"

"Oi brat, shut your mouth. Do you want to get arrested for trespassing?"
Suddenly, Levi was close to you again, and you softened as you felt his hand touch your thigh that was wound tightly around the freezing fence.

"N-no." You're teeth began to chatter again, as a particularly piercing breeze hits your exposed body, you were so fucked.

Levi eyed you again, noticing your shivering, (he had fucking told you to put more clothes on, to which you had just waved off, stating they'd 'get in the way' with a suggestive wink) and closed his eyes to remember that he loved you, you were his girlfriend, and it was his duty to make you feel safe and secure, and to not throw your over dramatic ass over the fence.

Begrudgingly, Levi began to walk away again, leaving you pleading for your savior in a hoodie to please return, shutting up when he put up a hand signal he usually used on you to signal to you to well... Shut the fuck up.

You saw him slowly reach down, and easily pick up a particularly large rock, and make his way back to you, a still annoyed look plastered on his face.

"Levi what the fuck is the rock for? Im stuck, this isn't time for you to rest, you know." You shot at him, a little irked once you saw him sit on the rock he placed in front of you, you looking down and him looking up at you, expectantly.

"____, do you trust me?" He asked seriously, steel eyes bearing into your  (e/c) ones.

"Define trust?" You began, before feeling his glare fixate on you and deciding to answer truthfully.

"Fine, yes. You know I do." You mumbled, your patience wearing thin as the fence began to stick itself uncomfortably into your nether regions.

"Do you love me?"

"No, I just stayed with you for a year of my life for the hell of it." You retorted back sarcastically, rolling your eyes as Levi sent s glare at you. Ignoring it, you sighed softly.

"Look Levi, I know you like talking sometimes which is cool and all but, now is not the time. I am stuck and in need of help, something you seem to be unable to provide for me, so I wo-"

You were cut off at the feeling of a familiar stiff arm snake its way under you waist, and another gluing itself to the inside of your thighs, you inhaled sharply and yelped, angry once again at Levi for your impending death that he was serving to you on a silver platter.

You closed your eyes tightly and held your breath as you felt the cold fence disappear from under your exposed skin, but suddenly the cold absence that you had come to appreciate as your savior from keeping you from head butting the pavement was replaced by the feel of a thick, soft fabric, as your arms wrapped around a familiar body, and you sighed gratefully as you felt your feet sink into the damp grass that coated the entire school field.

You pushed your face into Levi's sweater and inhaled, drinking in his familiar sweet ('no. Call it masculine.' Levi had said) scent, and giggled quietly into it, causing Levi to "tch" at you, as he placed his chin on top of your head.

It was quiet for a little bit, but, you knew your boyfriend, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he-

"You know, that fence was only about five feet from the ground." Levi deadpanned at you, pulling you from him a bit, earning a groan as he did so.

You scowled at his defined jaw, not bothering to look into his eyes when you made your comeback.

"You know, you're not even five feet from the ground."

"I guess you don't want to cuddle on the bleachers, it's okay, I can go back and scale that fence-" he pushed you from him softly and pretended to turn and walk off. "See you, _____"

You let out a small airy laugh as you watched the 18 year old you loved look back and give you a look of longing, as he waltzed dramatically over to the fence. You drank in his backside, before deciding to put an end to his little dramatization and sprinted towards him, tackling your lover from behind, and tumbling into the soft, yellow grass, landing on top of Levi, and feeling him softly hum underneath you.

"Thanks for saving me Levi," you clicked your tongue as you leaned in even closer to his face, examining his slightly chapped lips before finishing your sentence.
"My little savior." You giggled softly and ruffled his locks, earning an annoyed look but compliance from him none the less.

"You're lucky I love you enough to not leave you there strung like meat for the wolves to get."
He mumbled back at you, earning a small smack on his toned chest (which you would never admit hurt, only a tiny bit).

"Mmm, you're lucky I love you enough to do this." You got closer to the man you had pinned underneath you hips and wiggled a little, feeling him stiffen and you muffled a small laugh.

Getting closer, you kissed his bottom lip, and sucked it into your mouth softly, wetting the chapped skin with your tongue, teasing Levi softly, before you finally leaned in and kissed him with as much passion as you could muster with the wind whipping at your bodies intertwined on the wet floor, humming lightly as Levi deepened the kiss even more, running a hand up your thigh, raising even more goosebumps as he went along.
Suddenly, you felt yourself being gently tossed over, your back making contact with the spongey soil, Levi wrapping his legs around you, going down with a smirk as he attacked your neck roughly, bubbling a moan out from your throat, much to his amusement.

He pulled away, much to your dismay, as you held out your arms when Levi's touch disappeared from your body. With a surprised gasp, the ground left you once again, as Levi hoisted you over his shoulder and began stalking towards the bleachers, earning a happy hum from your throat.

When you finally reached your destination he threw you down as gently as he could on the top bleacher, and you looked up with hands outstretched, cold and excited for the innocent cuddling you thought you were going to get.

You furrowed your brows as Levi began to tug at your jeans, leaning in to lick at your collarbone, surprising you with his cold lips on your warm body.

"L-Levi? I thought w-ah-we were gonna c-cuddle?"

He stopped his fight with the button of your jeans as he looked at you intently.

"After what you just made me go through? Tch. I deserve more than that," he stuck his hands down your pants, as you hissed at the sudden contact Levi made with you.

"Plus it's already 4 am you brat, the groundskeeper gets here at 5, I don't have long to play around with you."

You felt your gaze get heavy with lust as you gave in to Levi, kissing trails down his neck and letting his hands wander as they pleased, stuck together as they earliest birds began to awake, a finger to your own lips as your soft moans began to intermix with the dawn of another day spent with the shorty of your dreams.
You walked down the street, a cold breeze soaring past. It was Valentines Day, and you were gonna confess your love to her, NeonHeart.In your hands were her favorite chocolates and flowers."[Name]!!"You heard a voice yell behind you,you turned to see the energetic girl running down the street to you, when she got close she glomped you, you felt your cheeks burn from her closeness.She released you and looked at you."Why did you want me to meet you here?"She asked, her blue eyes filling with curiosity and her neon green hair flowing to the side.You shoved the chocolates and flowers into her hands."I-I wanted you to be my v-valentine.."You said, your cheeks a light pink.You looked at her to see her cheeks were a bright red."I..."You heard from her,worry built up in you.Before you could open your mouth to say something she glomped you, giving your lips a soft peck."I would love to!"She squealed,you grinned and held her close,pressing your foreheads togetherYou walked down the street, a cold breeze soaring past. It was Valentines Day, and you were gonna confess your love to her, NeonHeart.In your hands were her favorite chocolates and flowers."[Name]!!"You heard a voice yell behind you,you turned to see the energetic girl running down the street to you, when she got close she glomped you, you felt your cheeks burn from her closeness.She released you and looked at you."Why did you want me to meet you here?"She asked, her blue eyes filling with curiosity and her neon green hair flowing to the side.You shoved the chocolates and flowers into her hands."I-I wanted you to be my v-valentine.."You said, your cheeks a light pink.You looked at her to see her cheeks were a bright red."I..."You heard from her,worry built up in you.Before you could open your mouth to say something she glomped you, giving your lips a soft peck."I would love to!"She squealed,you grinned and held her close,pressing your foreheads together.  

                              The End~
  • Listening to: spaghetti
  • Reading: spaghetti
  • Watching: spaghetti
  • Playing: spaghetti
  • Eating: spaghetti
  • Drinking: spaghetti
My heart beats a little faster
Time moves a little slower
I take a deep breathe and slowly relax
A new dawn to end my mourning
I was a lonely soul in a shattered shell
Scraping together the broken pieces
I never dreamed I'd find new hope
An unexpected path to follow
It feels as though I was dreaming
I've come awake, I feel alive
Could this really be true?
I'm afraid I'm doomed to die alone
I'm still struggling to leave my shelter
But I am loveable, I am strong
I am worthy of remembering
If you find the courage to let me in
I know that we can begin again
  • Mood: Joy
  • Reading: Dragonball Z manga
  • Mood: Wow!
  • Listening to: Chains(Just a Gent Remix)
  • Playing: Animal Jam
  • Eating: Food :-)
  • Drinking: kool-aid
The three exchanged glances and waited for the countdown. "Every second counts, got it?" Mitzy whispered to Summer and Robin.

They nodded.

Game-watcher's voice boomed over the mic: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Ba-dum.

Mitzy was sure her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

"Seven, six, five..."

Ba-dum.

"Four, three, two..."

BA-DUM.

"ONE!" Game-watcher's voice sounded loudly and hysterically, as if he were going insane.

The trio burst from their position with other students flooding between the gates. Screaming, screeching, and crying boomed from the field. In a sense, it would probably be considered Hell. Summer looked over her shoulder and saw that Robin had got tangled up between two bulky teens. "Hey, Mitzy!" Summer shouted. Mitzy looked over at her, and saw Robin struggling. Immediately she ran over to Robin with Summer tagging along. Mitzy rammed into a heavy-built teeneager boy. He moved, but it wasn't a lot of movement. But it was enough to get Robin away from the other stocky one. "Keep going!" Mitzy screamed at them, and didn't look back while they ran. Mitzy heard a loud crack and froze.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here..." a voice purred.
"Griffin." Summer spat between gritted teeth.
"In the flesh." He bowed politely.
Robin fished a knife out of her poket, and held it up. "Move, Griffin." She demanded.
"Not until she comes with me." He jabbed a finger to Summer.
Mitzy beckoned Robin to give her the dagger. She slipped it between her fingers and clenched it.
Griffin went on. "That golden hair of hers is just oh-so-"
He was cut off by a quick slash to the throat.

"Let's go." Mitzy told the other two, and kept running. They had reached the exit gate, when another crack split the air. "Robin!" Summer gasped. Mitzy turned. There she was, crumpled on the ground, groaning in pain and holding her leg. Mitzy scooped her up like the typical knight-in-shining armor and ran. Ran for her life. Ran for their lives. Ran for the worlds' lives.


There was something about snow that gave Tamarei a sense of sadness. The way the small crystals fell gently that reminded him of his younger days. He couldn't even bear to look at it. Closing his eyes as the headlights of a passing car lit up his face, he took a deep breath through his nose and tried to grasp memories of his more innocent days.

His father's castle always had the scent of apples and cinnamon, a delicious smell that brought a smile to his face. He always curled up by the fireplace, sitting on his mother's lap as she read him a fairy tale. He always dreamt of becoming a hero and rescuing a princess. But as time passed on, he realized he was the princess who needed rescuing. Or rather, prince. What he needed was a hero.

Not just a noble knight in shining armour, or a superhuman in a cape. He needed someone. Of course, Tamarei liked being alone but being lonely was another thing. He couldn't be alone forever. He needed someone who would be there, like his mother used to. Someone who gave him a sense of security, like his father used to. Someone who he could always count on, like his brother used to.

He didn't need a lover, just a friend. Just anybody. He scoffed at the ridiculous idea. No, I don't need anybody. I'm perfectly fine like this. I don't need anybody... His bottom lip trembled as he squeezed his eyes shut, stopping tears from escaping his eyes. I-I don't need... a-anybody...

He bit his lower lip now to stop a small cry from escaping his mouth, raising a trembling hand to his pale face. I don't... n-need... anybody, right? He covered his eyes, feeling the warm tears slide down his cheeks. I... do need somebody... He sobbed silently, his body shivering slightly, not from the cold, but from the desire of another warm body.

The bitter snow fell, wind blowing harshly and causing the demon to stumble. He didn't care who saw him now, all he wanted to do was let out his sadness. He was lonely. Tamarei hated the feeling. He needed a warm embrace, a soft kiss, a kind smile. But it was impossible. 

"Who'd w-want to be with a m-monster like me...?" He opened his empty grey eyes, staring up at the dark, cloudy sky. Sniffling, he dug a hand into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief to blow his nose. As he raised the soft cloth to his face, he lowered his gaze to see someone standing in the distance. He didn't recognize them, but mentally debated on whether or not he should befriend them.

Deciding to leave the person alone, he blew his nose and turned around to walk away. It was cold and he wasn't used to the weather. Needing to get somewhere warm, and fast, Tamarei narrowed his eyes in deep thought, trying to remember where he lived. The city was big and he wasn't used to it, and it was easy to get lost. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he turned to glance back at the person again.

Either his mind was playing tricks on him or the person had gotten closer.


OutofMonster; The snow brought back warm memories, causing Tamarei to recognize his need for company. After spotting someone standing nearby, he decides to ignore them and walk home. Tamarei seemed to have forgotten where he lived and now the person (your muse) had moved closer. Will your muse befriend him or leave him alone?
All was swell. I was enjoying myself, as I haven't been able to do in a while. I looked around me and took in a breath of the sweet aromatic air and let it fill my lungs with it's calming scent. It had just got done raining outside and that it usually my favorite time to head outside. The wet scenery for some reason, makes me feel oddly comfortable.  I sat on a graphite bench taking in all my surroundings. It felt great to be outside, but something didn't feel right. I turned my head in all different directions it could possibly go, trying to figure out what was making me feel so eerily uncomfortable. I just shrugged this feeling off as I listened to the sounds of my friends playing outside. That alone was enough to make me happy, as I wasn't one for playing. Suddenly, the sweet sound of laughing teenagers and the sounds of the leaves rustling from the wind began to gradually fade away. I couldn't understand why my hearing was fading and disappearing so I got a bit worried. In an attempt to get up and go back into the building I had come from, my heart began to pound. My mind screamed "You need to get down. GET DOWN,DAMMIT. Something's not right!!" To my dismay, that wasn't much of a notice as to what was going on, because I had quickly began to fade away...

I must've been out for a while, I couldn't see anything at all but I could feel, feel myself turning cold and starting to convulse. "Dammit I don't have much time left before I go into a crisis" my mind told itself. I knew I had to crawl back. I had to get back in whatever way I possibly could. As I struggled to get up, I noticed my heart began to pound. "this isn't good, this isn't good" my mind was frantic now. I sped up my pace but only to find that my legs gave out and I was officially going into an epileptic shock.


"Sweetie! HEY SWEETIE! HEY YOU KID! CAN YOU HEAR US?!" I was regaining some consciousness, as I could now hear what was happening. I couldn't talk or move as my body went into shock but I  could still hear. I wanted to scream.  I just wanted so badly to scream for my mother, as she was my comfort. But hear I was, all alone. Alone without anyone I knew to comfort me. I could hear fast breathing next to me, and I wondered who it might've been. Suddenly, I felt the touch of an angel on my head. This person's hand was soft, and careful as to not hurt me. "tap tap." The mysterious person was gently stroking my hair now and tapping my head to get me to respond. "hey kid! what's your name?! Can you hear me?! HEY!!!"  I was still unable to respond...but feel unconscious once more.

...
I had awaken to find that I was surrounded by a group on people, numbering about 12. There were cops, and firefighters and paramedics. And now there was the staff from the youth group I had come from. I still wasn't able to open my eyes much but it was clear as to what was going to happen next, I was going to the hospital...
Rainbow Dot Bullet - F2U! by Drache-Lehre She loves the colors red, pink and orange most of all

Rainbow Dot Bullet - F2U! by Drache-Lehre She is asexual

Rainbow Dot Bullet - F2U! by Drache-Lehre She likes feathers and flight; her wings are slightly deformed

Rainbow Dot Bullet - F2U! by Drache-Lehre A fan of singing and loud music

Rainbow Dot Bullet - F2U! by Drache-Lehre She doesn't look at killing and fighting as wrong. She looks at it more like a sport or a competition.

Rainbow Dot Bullet - F2U! by Drache-Lehre She doesn't always gain a feature from a defeated enemy. If they have an accessory, she will take it.

Rainbow Dot Bullet - F2U! by Drache-Lehre She is actually terrible at singing
  • Mood: Triumph
  • Listening to: Jimmy Eat World - In The Middle
  • Reading: Sonic the Hedgehog comics
  • Watching: Sonic Boom
  • Playing: Shadow the Hedgehog
  • Eating: Spaggetio's
  • Drinking: PEPSI
Rule: You have to write down all your OCs with the same letter of the song as the name of your OC.

Spirit: Song of the South - Alabama

Tygo.5: Tender Love - Percy Sledge

Maxinus: Master of Puppets - Metallica

Maddie Cat: Mortal Kombat Movie Theme

Naoto: Nobody Knows - The Tony Rich Project

Shango: super massive blackhole - Muse

Dahak: down with the sickness - Disturbed

Coyote Child: Color of Love - Boyz II Men

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