Werewolf Guidelines: My MythosWerewolf Guidelines: My Mythos2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This write-up is meant to clarify my own ideas about werewolves and lycanthropy in the context of my individual realm. These parameters define lycanthropy in my own characters' universe, and are not meant to be definitions for other opinions on the mythology.
In the Vengeance canon and later (The Pursuit and later fictional works), Versa Novak, age 17, is the 'world's only werewolf.' This is an assumption made by both Versa herself and her father (for Versa's mother and grandmother, her only other two female relatives, are both deceased). Other overlapping werewolf packs or existing real werewolves have not been discovered, or are at this point irrelevant to her storyline. I open the possibility of other werewolves existing, but proof of other lycanthropes is non-existent, canonically.
This being said, purely "Novakian lycanthrop
Gods Among GodsGods Among Gods2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There is no room for pride as a god among gods.
The miracle that happens every day he decides he still loves me,
A lesser god, but god nonetheless. My pride eclipsed by rival skill.
And none remains, though in my arms he is.
My last link to what it right and what is real.
The resistance of tangibility, a labyrinth of ideas and creativity. One I cannot hope to match but with my visions.
And one day, perhaps, we will be the gods of gods
With each shining eye turned to us as we are crowned, beckoning for blessing.
One day this wounded pride may rise again, and only disdain will follow where love once reigned, and you will hate what I have become. Glory or your disciple. You will choose glory, for what use is a proud, self-assured disciple when she no longer listens?
The broken wings cannot be mended. And they will not be mended.
RebirthPlease close my eyes and take my life;Rebirth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't fit in this world of vain
And fool people. Please, take this knife!
Muse! I beg you to get me slain.
Don't want to see them anymore
Spreading and chanting Idleness.
In her sweet name drawing horror
Mechanically puppet mistress!
This life is not for me
Not fore thee:
Humans live in a lie;
Me? I die!
All their beliefs are falsified:
Thinking their homes last forever!
With love and work they're satisfied;
Do they know rock and ground shiver?
One cannot rest on human laws
Or ways of life. These walls of glass
Though glimmering, have many flaws,
And they'll soon break under their mass.
This life is not for me
Not fore thee:
Humans live in a lie;
Me? I die!
A million splinters in the sky,
Brighter than stars, sharpened as swords
Fall like the tears of Gods who cry.
Human flesh is pierced, and then, chords
Of torment rise in harmony:
Nation and faith broken; rules gone.
Sun lights ruins of insa
Das Herz hat seine eigenen...Das Herz hat seine eigenen...5 years ago in Historical More Like This
Titel :: "Das Herz hat seine eigenen Gründe, die der Verstand nicht begreift."
//Es ist still und die Sonne wird bald untergehen... Ein mittlerweile so seltenes Bild... Und dennoch fühle ich mich nicht alleine... An einem Ort auf dieser Erde, der die Zeit durchlebte... Der Geschichte schrieb. Morgen wird es sich wieder ändern. Nur die Montage bleiben. Die Bildschirme im Empfang der Vorhalle des Nordflügels, an der La Chapelle Royale, sind schwarz, die Lichter aus und die Türen geschlossen. Alles liegt ordentlich an seinem Platz. Was würde er nur sagen, würde er all dies hier sehen? Er wäre sicher sehr begierig zu erfahren, wie es zustande kam. Warum die Dinge sind, wie sie nun einmal sind.//
Ein sanftes Lächeln zeichnet sich auf Emilys Lippen ab, die sich an eine der großen Mamorsäulen lehnte. Sie griff in die Seitentasche ihrer schwarzen Hose und holte einen recht großen und scheinbar alten Schlüsselbund hervor. K
They Promised MeThey promised to take off the chains,They Promised Me3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
to finally let me be free,
They promised to take away the blindfold,
and finally let me see,
They took the breath away from me,
fed my soul to their followers,
bit into my heart and let it bleed,
and let my pain go over their shoulders,
They stitched my mouth with vicious lies,
took me like simple prey,
tapped into my most inner thoughts,
and let them drain away,
They promised me that everything would end up okay,
that the torture wouldn't last,
promised me I would have a future,
one without regret of the past,
They trained me to sit and be quiet,
not to struggle or search for a sound,
said if I was to try and reach for help,
my hope to be free would suddenly drown,
They told me I wasn't worth their important cause,
so today they finally told me,
that I was to be let go,
that I would soon be free,
They said that I could finally look,
that the first thing I would see,
is a light that shines so bright,
it is impossible to flee.
How to Create a Mary-SueCreating and writing about original and provocative characters can sometimes be a hassle, but there is a simple and elegant solution to this problem: Create a Mary-Sue. Everyone loves Mary-Sues! They are perfect, wonderful, charming, adorable, and fabulous characters. They cannot be tethered down by the flaws of your average person! Best of all, they are simple to create! Firstly, drop all the formal ideas of character creation, specifically any notion that imperfection makes for compelling and interesting characters; they wont be needed. Next, create a personality for the Sue. If they are going into previously made plot, with already highly developed characters, then choose one of these aforementioned characters. This lucky fictional soul will be the object of the Sues affection. Her personality will have to be tailor-made for him. It should be easy for said character (and every other character) to fall in love with the Mary-Sue. When it comes down to it, howevHow to Create a Mary-Sue6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ode to $Tachy-onRoses are redOde to $Tachy-on4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Violets are violet
Devart would surely crash
Without our dAmn pilot
AmourAmour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
En ces terres glacées, chacun n'a que deux souhaits :
Aimer et être aimé.
Le feu de la passion réchauffe l'âme en peine
Qui n'aspire qu'au bonheur, sans tous ces vains amen !
Stratagèmes géniaux pour un but aussi simple !
Tous perdus dans les limbes
Nous dérivons furtivement vers le néant
Engendré par les fous qui le voient malséant.
Le vaisseau de la vie file vers l'au-delà,
- Vers le trépas !
Ses voiles mutilées, insensibles aux bans
Le portent jusqu'aux cieux nus et rosés d'antan ;
L'or en fusion inonde et les corps et les coeurs
- L'or de l'astre vainqueur !
Il coule sur les toiles de lin, sur les cors,
Et sur l'épée d'airain qui a détruit la mort.
- Voici les champs sereins ébauchés par l'artiste !
Adieu, monde si triste !
La vigie des damnés s'enivre du parfum
Dégagé par les roses des jardins divins.
Ici, interdits et façades sont proscrits ;
L'amour seul nous u
Unreal...and Yet So RealPrecious Midna, you are the one I love.Unreal...and Yet So Real5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a character in a game, but to me, you are the woman of my dreams.
I gaze upon the screen, as you gaze back. You know not of me and yet, when you smile, I feel that it is to me that you shine the glow of your beauty.
To me, its not a screen that keeps us apart, but a portal. It is a portal that can only be penetrated by pure love and radiant emotions.
Sometimes that portal is clear through ecstatic allure, but other times it is blurred by falling tears.
If you are not real, then why is that you are the woman who sleeps beside me in my dreams; the woman who walks with me on gay Spring days; and the woman who comforts me when I weep?
Shes not real! say the fools. Get a girl! say the ignorant. Their asinine comments are innocuous to me, for none can shatter the love I feel for this woman, be her real or not.
How can you not be real, when Ive poured the love of my soul for you?
How can you not be
Riot on the battlefieldRiot on the battlefield3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What happens when not kissing you seems deeply wrong?
What happens when my will to do it turns too strong?
Do I just lock away my lips and let them crave?
Just tell me what to do, don't take the secret to the grave.
You`re merciless, your silence kills me slowly everyday
How could I shut my soul, how could I throw the pain away?
You can't just mend two weeks of absence with a kiss
I`m not of stone, my heart's a proof, it's you I miss.
She bounces in this chest of mine like she's done drugs
She`ll ask for hundred kisses then for a thousand hugs
Slowing her beat she`ll melt hearing your voice:
Tune of my life. The rest is just sheer noise.
I need you not and yet I want you here
There is no "us" and yet I want you near.
A shot of high you are, directly in my veins
After three weeks of rehab, the need of you remains.
My life is not my ownMy life is not my ownMy life is not my own3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It does not belong to me
It is owned by other people
so I cannot be free.
People tell me what to do,
where to go and what to think.
My own thoughts are hidden,
and I feel I'm on the brink.
From the time that I was one,
to the age that I am now,
I've stashed my own true self away,
but I do not know how.
Everything about me
is secretive and shy,
I have so many secrets,
that I feel that I could die.
I'm a furry, I like sonic,
I like county, techno, pop,
I'm gay rights, I'm a poet,
I just want to drop.
I like anime and cartoons,
I download music too,
I post, I draw, and fantasize
about the things that I could do. (If I wasn't restrained.)
I've only scratched the surface,
of the things that I have hid,
most everything,you name it,
I've buried it like Kidd.
I've often tried to show it.
(My own true self that is),
But my family doesn't get it,
they don't know what it is.
But my life is not my own,
as I have said before,
and since I've got a leash on life,
Love or HateI feel Love,Love or Hate3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I feel Hate,
Why must it all come down to this?
I try so hard,
You push me away,
When I want to go,
You make me stay....
Why must I feel this way?
I'm breaking apart!
My soul feels trapped,
And I want to get away from this Hell!
Take me to the promised land,
And let me be free!
I only want to be free!
Let me go!
Let us go!
This is my life song....
The Hexed Legend V.III Chapt.1It was a cool Spring day at Marlinspike Hall, as the wind drifted through the trees and over the blades of grass whilst the sun shone faintly. It was calm and relaxing, but also normality for Tintin, as he watched through the windows of the attic almost trance-like. His faithful dog, Snowy sniffed and sneezed on the floor beside him.The Hexed Legend V.III Chapt.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yikes!" cried out the reporter, he quickly turned around, "What was that?!"
The Captain had tripped and landed on the floorboards whilst holding an un-named cardboard box, slowly covering in ancient dust, coughing and spluttering.
"Blistering blue barnacles, blast these wretched floorboards! No wonder this attic needs a good clean out! And a GOOD one at that!"
"Are you alright?" asked Tintin as he helped his friend up with a hefty pull, "I hope there wasn't anything too fragile in that box."
The Captain placed the box on one of the old tables and dusted himself down ferociously, before opening the box to reveal the mysterious contents. Tintin peer
NeologismThere is a moment, tired and quiet,Neologism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that lingers in the inside of a person
drawing symbols on the inner walls
in fingerpaints and blunted charcoal.
People ask for things, in passion
in passing fancy, in desperate need...
people ask, and they ask, and ask
loud and bleating sacrificial lambs.
Why must it be for passing joy, floating
through the air like prancing butterflies
from marigold to globemallow and lilac -
fleeting things no sooner saw then gone
There are symbols I've been reading
symbols that tell a story of things
more than marigolds and nectar -
symbols to connect impossibilities.
It is a quiet jargon of signs, of angles
all very sad and abundantly peaceful
that somehow caused a reckoning
and set me at odds with reality.
It is all so very beautiful, and angry
the way a newborn enters the world
the way some seem to leave it
full of empty and so very meaningful.
Longfellow saw, he called them a bird,
a tide's rise and fall, a simple moment
that reached out quietly from the ages
Jakotsu 1Jakotsu 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Jakotsu is the pretty boy fighter of the Shichinin-tai. The Shichinin-tai (Seven Man Army) loved killing more than anyone else. Their bloodthirsty tactics eventually lead to their being trapped in the mountains and beheaded. Naraku uses Shikon shards to revive these murderers.
Jakotsu seems to be the most light-hearted of the group. He takes a sadistic pleasure in killing, and dresses somewhat femininely. Jakotsu is homosexual and upon meeting Inu-Yasha seems to have some sort of twisted lust for him. Between his inappropriate comments during the heat of battle and his odd sword-style Inu-Yasha has his hands full with him. In fact, using his sword, Jakotsuto, he seems to have Inu-Yasha struggling to stay alive. His unique sword is designed so that it has one curved blade attached with a pin to the tip of the next blade, and the next and so on and so forth. That way he has a spinning, extending, blade that can strike with incredible range.
Inu-Yasha might not have survived his first enc
Samara MorganSamara MorganSamara Morgan5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born by an insane teenage mother
Nearly drowned as an infant
Her mother was put into an insane asylum
For her terrible act
Samara was adopted by a couple
Samara was different from other girls
She never sleeped
One day her adopted mother threw her down
The well where she was trapped but
Samara was still alive
The mother killed herself not much later
All Samara wanted was a loving mother
She never had
Her cursed tape lasted on each foolish person
For seven days until she came out of
Poor Samara never got what she wanted
Such a misunderstood girl who wanted love
My testimony of Jesus ChristMy testimony of Jesus Christ3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I know that many people doesn't believe in God, nor in Jesus Christ the God's lamb. You might not believe in what I'm going to write about, but I'm not writing to convince you but to share my testimony of the Lord. It is up to you to choose whether to believe in it or not.
Since I was little, I was a rebellious child. I enjoyed teasing my classmates, I even laughed along with my classmates at my best friend, I lied, stole things, all and all hideous stuffs that a bad kid would do. When I grew up to be a teenager, I was no better than when I was a kid. My temper got shorter and shorter as I spend my terrible years of highschool. I've been through a lot of horrible stuffs that I prefer not to talk about.
But somehow I did have hope in God, I always knew that someone who is very powerful controlling everything we do and anything that happens to us. I started to know about Jesus Christ when I came to Russia. I remember once, I watched a movie that was portraying the Passion of Christ. At t
letters out the window 2Dear stranger . . .letters out the window 27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A man with a torch thats you comes into my house and says, I'm here, I ought to burn your house down . . .
But will you let me collect my hospitalities, and present them to you, all lined up in a row? There are so many! First, I ought to offer you a drink . . . then I ought to ask you to sit . . . then I ought to ask about the wife and kids . . .
But you say, its best if I dont stay long I ought to just torch your house and be on my way I dont want the mind to demand other things from me . . .
Start here, I say, gesturing towards the bedroom. It seems most flammable . . .
And a woman with eyes thats you, also comes inside. I heard someone was about to burn this house down, you say. I nod. I ought to be in love, soon. Id like to just stand in this house a while. I ou
OC TestRules:OC Test6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1) Be honest with your answers. Unless you're honest; you're not going to know whether or not your character is a Sue.
That's the only rule. There will be lots of questions to be answered which all have their own little category. Afterwards, add all the points that you earned from each question and check out your result. This was not meant to offend anyone so I apologize if you're offended. This was meant to help people. Anyways, feel free to add this into your journal and have fun answering the questions.
What is the name of your character?
Does your character's name have some kind of special meaning? [2 points if yes]
Leeandra: Nope, I saw the name Cassandra then I thought of Leenna. So I combined the names to Leeandra.
Margay: A margay is a cat
Salise: Hatora is a saber tooth-tiger and their species is Smilodon Fatails. Same thing with Leeandras, I combined the names S + ail
The bad and the good SnapeSeverus Snape that day, he woke up with the incredible feeling that something would go hopelessly wrong. And not just by the fact that he needed to instruct Neville Longbottom in potions. Was for the fact that there were two little voices in his ears. He opened his eyes, slightly tense and looked around. But hecould not see anything.The bad and the good Snape3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Why he still hear voices but could not see their faces?
"Hello Severus" a little voice came into his mind "Good morning" "How are you?"
"Who damn are you?"
"I am your concience" "Your angelic concience" "I don't know how I fall off from your soul and head" "Nice to meet you"
"And i am your devil concience. How are you little devil?"
Yeah, somethings bad in his day would happen