To be expecting in the near futureEy it's R again. For my squad, just so you know, I'm making a list of some things you should be expecting from me this year :^)To be expecting in the near future27 minutes ago in Settings
- Season 2 of the GF AU (Starting on Ford/Heather marriage) [unknown date]
- Valery's new sibling [unknown date]
- Zephyr starting to appear [soon]
- Sequel for Pacific [soon]
- Pacific Northwest x Pacifica Pines? [eventually]
- Designing Arthur and Irma's kid (I had almost forgotten about this :0) [unknown date]
- More Sonny x R fluff [occasionally]
- Tons of sketches cuz I doodle at school :^) [occasionally]
- Spooky Halloween stuff [Within this month!]
- Sugar Death x Fryday things [Halloween]
- Halloween themed adopts [Not sure if will do yet]
- Introducing a new adopt I bought [soon]
- Art trades and commissions [occasionally]
- Stamps [occasionally]
- Making a new closed species and selling adopts! : DD [November]
- Just digital drawings and stuff [occasionally]
- Sugar Death and Fryday will have kids [December-January]
Hooked - Part 1: TalkHookedHooked - Part 1: Talk31 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters
The clock was taunting him. Every time he looked at it, sure that at least fifteen minutes must have gone by, the clock told him it had been only two. It had to be lying. There couldn’t be another half an hour left of this, surely?
Gabriel sighed audibly, turning back to the front of the room, where his maths teacher was talking and pointing to some symbols on the board. Gabriel’s brain no longer had the energy to work out what they were. Letters. Numbers. Hieroglyphics, maybe. He wanted to sleep. His eyelids were starting to droop already. Every time he blinked, they tried to stay closed. But much as he wanted them to, he couldn’t let them. He couldn’t fall asleep or he’d get detention again. He wasn’t sure he could afford another detention so early in the year.
He had to find something to look at, something that wasn’t as boring as Mr Smith and his algebraic equations and his endless, droning voi
FriendsIt's funny , don't you think?Friends32 minutes ago in Free Verse
How looks can be deceiving
They stay up all night just crying
Inside they are dying
But everyday they keep on lying
By saying they are fine
And that they are trying
They won't admit they're sad
Because they think you'll be mad
They are really scared
To lose the happiness you both shared
Either as a friend
Or as a spouse
Who really cares?
Now they're as quiet as a mouse
They used to grin
Everywhere they went
Now there's a fake smile here and there
Eyes barely lit
Now you protect them
From society and themselves
This is my story I have come to tell
This is my nightmare
My living hell
If you have friends like this
Please protect their fragile heart
Because you don't know what might change
If you just listen from the start
Handel's Ring Tone MessiahZeroid voiceHandel's Ring Tone Messiah33 minutes ago in Free Verse
'Heello, ken i speek to meester Endrew pleeze.'
as part of my five a day nuisance insurance calls
going in one ear
'Your self owed pleasure does feel much richer
inside the special K
that this wee voice has a pay-as-you-go account
that THE GREAT NOT THERE sent it to do its dirty work.'
out the other
Looking For The WindA tiny bird in my throatLooking For The Wind34 minutes ago in Free Verse
stopped chirping with my voice
started singing feverish laments
that no one can hear but me
A tiny bird in my throat
escaped from the mortal cage
flew to the void over the sky
to join a choir of cold bliss
A tiny chasm on my throat
opened a channel to the eternityk
My bird is singing eerie hymns
that tells me to follow the new Law
Follow my bird?
A big hole in my heart
wants my old bird badly
The painful emptiness needs comfort
that calms me, tames me,dulls me
Follow my bird?
I'm seeking a gust
that blows its song for good
SuicideI'm strugglingSuicide35 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The need to place
The silver blade
On my thin wrist,
To cut through
And let blood
From the wounds within.
I'm paler and more empty
Than ever seen before.
The urge to find
A thick coarse rope
To tie it round my neck,
To wrap the other end
On a sturdy
And choke the breath
Out of me,
Make black spots
Dance in front
Until all I see
Is black oblivion,
And take a breath no more.
The want to sink
Into the water,
When I swim
To open my mouth
And fill my throat
With sweet and dangerous
Until I can
Smell the liquid in my nose,
Feel it fill my lungs
Until I'm bursting full of it
And die of drowning
My own flesh.
To force my body
Into the things I fear most,
Its crackling flames
Which burn my
To force my feet
Towards the things I fear the most
To step off the ridge
The cliff, the precipice
And fall off
If I die
When I die
It will be
Abaddon - Chapter 1 (French)Bonjour. Je m’appelle Daze, je viens d’avoir 17 ans. Et aujourd’hui,Abaddon - Chapter 1 (French)36 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters
je suis mort dans un accident de voiture. J’ai dérapé sur la chaussée détrempée, et ma
voiture a basculé par-dessus la falaise. J’ai quitté ma famille, j’ai quitté mes
amis. À partir d’aujourd’hui, je ne suis plus qu’une ombre au coin de l’œil, pas
même un murmure.
« Je n’aurais jamais cru qu’il y aurait autant de monde à mon enterrement... ».
Deux semaines ont passé depuis ma disparition. Ils ont cessé les recherches.
J’assiste à la cérémonie d’adieu, de loin. Il faut que je tourne la page.
L’écorce rugueuse sur mes blessures mal cicatrisées, même à travers le tissu de
mon sweat, est presque intolérable. Et pourtant... Je suis incapable de détacher
mon regard de la scène en contrebas. Une as
Abaddon - IntroductionAbaddon is the first (long) story I wrote. It took me two years of writing, correcting and arguing, but I feel it's getting close to an end. And because DeviantArt has been a source of inspiration during this time, I will publish it, chapter after chapter. It's written in French by the way, so sorry for those who only read in English.Abaddon - Introduction36 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Thirty OneThe Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Thirty One39 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters
Chapter Thirty One
Porter was instantly on his feet as the explosion echoed through the dungeon, and for a few seconds he panicked at the thought of the roof caving in on them.
“What’s going on?” Sarah shrieked, trying to get to her paws. She didn’t have Porter’s balance, and ended up falling on her side. Her eyes were red, even though she’d only slept for a few minutes.
Everything fell still, and Sarah hesitantly got to her paws again. “What was that?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Shh,” Porter said, holding up his hand. He looked at the ceiling, straining his ears to hear… anything. As deep as they were under the city, though, no other sounds made it down to their cell.
“It’s exactly what you think it is,” he answered at last. Behind him, Sarah sucked in a frightened breath.
Porter nodded absentmindedly, still looking around wa
Micro Road Trip - Hetalia Older MicronationsWARNING: Hetalia, Nikoniko is included, Seborga X everyone (mostly Seborga x Niko niko), HuttMol (Why does Hutt top?), also you don't know how many pictures I saw and videos I watched on the inside of campers for this, and Omorashi/wetting/pee desperation.Micro Road Trip - Hetalia Older Micronations39 minutes ago in General Fiction
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The older micro nations had come together for a road trip. So far everything was good. Molo finally managed to feel safe enough around them to revert to the softer, and sweeter nation he was at heart. Sebo was telling everyone he had everything packed and ready, even though he was not completely sure, and kept checking. He was better off keeping it to himself for just him to worry about. He asked Molo to go grab a few things before sitting down in the grass and sighing in relief as he may have fixed it.
Both Niko and Hutt sat in the camper, Hutt was complaining about something and Niko was listening intently. He cared about what everyone was angry about, and their feelings,
Bilet de adio"Hei am coborat sa vad ce mai faci"Bilet de adio39 minutes ago in Free Verse
Raman fara cuvinte cand vad sfoara
Un scaun daramat si tu atarnat...
Nu, nu ...te dau jos imediat
Dar se pare ca am intarziat.
Nu!..te iau in brate si incerc sa te trezesc
E prea tarziu acum, e firesc
Astept un miracol dar tu esti de piatra
E un cosmar din care sa ma trezesc?
Te las jos, imi pare rau
Ma asez si pe masa vad biletul tau
E scris cu sange, mi e frica sa ma uit
Dar il deschid si incep sa plang....
"Imi pare rau, e prea tarziu acum..dar toate s au pierdut pe drum, prea multe furtuni,durere, regrete, nu am mai facut
fata la atatea urlete..
Toate, Toti...m-au ranit prea mult, am fost prea bun..Dar lumea a fost prea rea, tot ce a fost,am vrut sa primesc inapoi
ce dadeam, dar am fost tradat...Si fiecare poveste ce s a terminat trist, fiecare amintire, fiecare vis, au rupt bucati
din mine dar am luptat, cat am mai putut continua...Dar viata,lumea mi a luat tot ce voiam..si stii bine de cate ori
am fost loviti, raniti de oamenii pe care ii iubea
UntitledSometimes life just seems in a vonstant state of change.Untitled41 minutes ago in Free Verse
Sorry not sometimes. It's always changeing. And that's why it's a paradox when our lives seem pointless and still.
All this movement. Yet I feel alone in the crowd. I find it hard to talk out loud.
But othertimes I can't get enough of these drugs, magbe it's a substitute for lack of love.
But these problems fit like a glove.
And I can't give it up. I'm balancing on numerous crutches.
I'm the subject of your constant judgements.
I'm the devil you'd love to hate. But you can't because you can relate.
We only act fake. It's a defence.
It's a polite way of not letting anyone in.
That's why every grin is tinged with sadness. And why my eyes betray my madness.
I'm out of balance and it's only a matter of time.
You can see it in every line. Every word is carefully placed. Takimg up this negative space on a page.
And my words can keep you engaged. Or make you enraged. Maybe they'll inspire you. Or will they merely tire you?
It's all in y
Cold and Empty Ch.13(MayuzumiChihiro x Reader)"If we keep meeting like this, I might start thinking that you're actually following me,"Cold and Empty Ch.13(MayuzumiChihiro x Reader)43 minutes ago in Romance
"Who would waste their time to do that?" they'll surely fail anyway, that guy would be hard to find after the moment you take your eyes off him.
"I don't know, you maybe?" he replied while you just glared at him. He took the third volume from the shelf, before you could retort to his reply, he spoke again, "So you're into light novels too?"
"Not particularly, but I don't mind reading them," you replied as you reached for a different light novel. "Hmmm, what do you think would be a good read?" considering how much he's reading, surely he's already read lots of books.
"It depends on what you want, though I could only guess that you'll want something about romance," he said while scanning the shelf. He then turned his eyes to the book you were holding. "I think that's also a good one," he said while pointing at the book in your hand.
You stared at the cover of the book; it was a picture of a gi
October 7th 2015 (Sidhe)Dance and laugh with me!October 7th 2015 (Sidhe)45 minutes ago in Haiku & Eastern
For I am so glamorous
And damned beautiful.
You though, you are so mortal
Lacking in both graces and charm.
Step with me outside
Times harsh demands child of ash
See a better world
Of dreams, soft spun glass and brass.
Far from your cold iron home
Take my hand mortal,
What worth is a soul
SHF | S3 | E1 | P5Chapter 1 – Page 5SHF | S3 | E1 | P546 minutes ago in General Fiction
Cyclonis kept walking, Dark Ace following silently behind her. The Nightcrawlers stopped abruptly as their Commander Officer immediately hissed in distress.
Cyclonis turned around and face him, “Whatever is the matter now?”
“Master, I don’t mean to be disobedient… but this is as far as we would go. We dare not go father…” He gave the Tower half a mile away a look of fear and uneasiness.
“Ugh! Cowards… fine, Dark Ace and I will continue alone if you’re so cowardly about it. But don’t expect me to come to you begging for help…” Cyclonis’ eyes narrowed in disapproval and her lips twist in disgust.
The Commander bowed to her but made no motives to change his mind. “Come on Dark Ace.” Cyclonis went sulky under the Greatlands’ gloomy skies as she thought about her servants.
“Nightcrawlers,… so af
bound by the tapeBound By The Tape.bound by the tape47 minutes ago in Free Verse
To most people this picture conveys the message of young girls starving themselves in order to please themselves. Or specifically picking size over chocolate. But to those who know the struggles or to all of those who have chosen the tape over the food, this picture displays control. This isn’t just the control of what to not eat, but the control over your body held by a number.
From the messy hair, to the collarbones, you can tell that this girl is physically coming apart at the seams. And if this is what her exterior looks like, who knows what's happening on the inside. She was tired. She wasn’t just sleepy like she is after being at school all day on an empty stomach, but exhausted. Tired of from dieting, from fasting, from the exercise all for that inch to be about as non existent as this mornings breakfast. Not only was she tired of all of this but she was tired of her body and this life. Aside from the exhaustion, she was cold. The low blood p