Boss Death lyrics englishIn this deep gloomy Maze. The demon smiles. "Good thing you came"he says... Like he cares how I feel. I'm going to save the world, I'm going to save the princess. I don't care about those things anymore. I just want to destroy you with all my strength. Let's finish this and end this little fantasy. Peace comes, everyone praises me. Then I'm a nuisance. Isn't that what being a hero's all about? I can't go back. It doesn't matter which of us dies. We don't care which of us falls. The dualism of Good and Evil, are nothing but categories created by egoistic humans. What kind of governing brings you happiness? As long as there's an enemy they could stay as one, but they don't notice that peeling the apples using a blade that could destroy mountains, waiting for us is that kind of twisted life. Keeping the light in the furnace usBoss Death lyrics english4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pirate!England x Reader- Never Shall We Die Part 4Pirate!England x Reader- Never Shall We Die Part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
-The Bell has been raised,
From it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
Pay heed the squall,
And turn your sail toward home!-
"Sup Bro?," the boy had bright blue eyes like Peter but his eye brows were normal. He had a cute cowlick on the right side of his head and gave him
a playful appeance. The man next to him, who you assumed to be the man the guy at the docks had mentioned, had bright green eyes, quite like Arthur's,
and curly brown hair that you had the urge to play with. As Arthur and you walked over to them the man looked you up and down looking slightly confused.
You nodded a geeting and he returned it with a beautiful smile that covered your cheeks with pink. You looked away trying to hide your blush form the
man. He stood and walked over to you taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You looked at him in suprise, "Hola Chica."
"You can tell i'm a girl?"
"Si, you are far to pretty to be a man," the blush on your cheeks spread an
Lost ChildThe child walked along the roadLost Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A petite figure in a baptismal gown
A red ribbon tied 'round his neck
With wide eyes of pure azure
I came upon him as I walked
Along that same dusty road
And he asked if I knew him
I shook my head, wondering
What parent would let their child
Roam free as if he weren't in danger
He looked at me with sad eyes
And asked his question again
And again I gave the same answer
So he took me by the hand
To lead me to the truth:
A playground with a rusty slide
And creaky swings of old
It was then that I remembered
Sliding down and swinging high
Laughing and enjoying life
I turned to him, the tiny child
But as I did he turned to dust
And I mourned as I did before
For the child lost in time
Lost in an adult's world
DisillusionDisillusion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm dead. Or, at least, I'm very close to death. My body begins to numb, but it must be because of the alcohol. I just sit there, drinking, until I don't know how long I've been there.
I used to have a family once. Now my family is broken as I watch how everyone is controlled by that monster, known as Zouken Matou. It's a pain to see what our family has become. We've never really been close to a normal family, but we still functioned. Now my brother is dead and gone, my son is chasing a dream that will never come true for him and a little girl who had nothing to do with this must endure all the pain and suffering.
I always said that I hated Kariya. I always said that my path was the only one who was the best for the future of the Matou family. I always said that I had no right to leave Zouken's house. But the truth is I was being a coward the whole time.
I was neglected since I was born because I had very few, if any, magic circuits. My younger brother, Kariya, had everything I wanted
Imaginary FriendsWhen Steve was all alone, he would find someone to be with him. He made him tall, just over Steve's height, with dark hair slicked back, a thin face with a long nose, and he was always dressed in good suits. Steve tried putting him in other clothes, but his friend always insisted on wearing suits.Imaginary Friends2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His friend's name was Loki. Loki almost never agreed with Steve. But that was part of what made him interesting. They would debate for hours what goodness was or how to determine right from wrong.
His friend visited him most days. Sometimes, he wouldn't be able to come. Others would take Steve, and he put up with whatever they did to him. Eventually it would be over, and they would leave him alone again. Then his friend would come back.
He never talked about what happened to him when his friend wasn't around. That was best left forgotten.
One day, however, Loki seemed pensive.
"What's on your mind?" Steve asked him.
Loki glanced over from where he sat with his back against the stone wall. He
The Mysterious Dragonman (Chapter IX)BrasierThe Mysterious Dragonman (Chapter IX)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are we soon arrived ? My flippers are like they were scratched with sand-paper..." Sita complained.
They had been walking for hours, and the four dragons were all tired and fed up from walking.
"Don't worry, my wings aren't feeling better." Solaria replied. "Those wings are really not made to walk..."
Lông sighed. "How long are they going to complain ?" he muttered.
"Hey, that's easy when you've got four good paws to walk you silly !"
"In case you didn't noticed, we're the ones that prevent you to walk into holes, sharp hidden rocks and all those other things our paws took !" Calemvir replied.
"Indeed." Lông confirmed. "This valley's ground is a pain ! And my front right paw is still painful..."
"You're sure there aren't any red ant left ?" Calemvir asked.
"Well, I think. But those damn insects are able to go under my scales, there's no way to make sure there are any more." the red dragon cursed. "Plus red on red is hard to spot. And what about your rasps ?
My GrandadMy Grandad2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Here is an image of my Grandad, he passed away this morning at 11:40am. He was 86 years old and had 2 children and 4 grandchildren.
Here I'm going to be telling you a bit about him, things he used to say and such.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed spending time with him.
-He used to take my cousins and I to a place called Sundowners. It was a place where there were rides to do with fairy tales. Like there was the "witch's cauldron" which was in the dark, there were buttons in front of you which could light up certain areas, or make the models move. I remember that he'd never tell us that we're going there, though we already knew because Grandma had a tin of about 1000 sausage rolls.
-Has anyone ever heard of the drink J20? (http://www.amathusdrinks.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/J/U/JUJ20AMA.jpg). My Grandad for some reason refused to call it that. I remember a conversation I once heard:
Grandad: "I think there's some more J-Lo's
Letter to a SirenDear Siren of the Storms,Letter to a Siren2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The stars are amazing up here. They are so bright and so much. I've traveled to the middle of a galaxy a few million light years from here. I stand amongst clouds of dust and gas years across and suns wide. (Or maybe the other way around) I'm standing still for just a moment before leaving off again. Because I have seen from a distant time ago, a nebula here. Or at least this way. Still young, still just children, but still so amazing. I'll flit in between newly shining stars as they start to move in the dust. I'll breathe as if this dust were the freshest air I have ever had. And I'll keep a little bit of it in the nooks and cracks of myself, so that I can remember just how it felt to have stardust and starlight running in my veins.
By now I'm off again, lost to the multitude of stars that echo in such a vast sky. I'll go back to that nebula I'm sure. The dust and light mix so well in my veins, and I want to see how the stars will do when they grow just a bit
11 o'clockYou gave me more11 o'clock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than a reason to live
by romantic principles.
One Mistake can Change Everything (Prologue)A beautiful gray tabby she-cat stood at the tip top of a large tan-ish rock. Looking up, she was looking at the dark blue sky, with the members of StarClan glittering happily. The feline smiled, remembering her past, when she was an apprentice. So much has happened..., she thought, a hint of sadness in her eyes.One Mistake can Change Everything (Prologue)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hearing padding, the beautiful gray tabby twisted her head around, finding a light brown tabby staring at her, the moon's brightness turning the edge of her back glowing white.
"Hello, Moonstar," the tabby mewed, purring. It sat down, wrapping its tail around his paws. Moonstar blinked. He's been my deputy for four moons. So far, he's been really good and loyal..I think I can trust him enough now to tell him my secret. "Hi, Wolfspirit," Moonstar mewed, forcing a purr and smiling.
"How are your kits doing?" Moonstar asked, turning her head to him. The Clan's deputy chuckled proudly, and stared at the dark blue sky. "They are fine," he mewed. "Blackkit is fierce
The Dark Coming- Part 11Rainbow was surprised that Gilda had returned. The memories of her childhood friend brought her joy but then she remembered how her attitude had turned when she met Pinkie, Fluttershy and her other pony friends.The Dark Coming- Part 112 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Gil-Gilda?! What're you doing here?"
"Oh you know Dash, just seeing the sights, and glad I did. Look at all that rad fighting and rage."
"Gilda you have to help us! Discord and Chrysalis are going to destroy Equestria! Help me find Applejack!" Rainbow darted down towards the water but Gilda darted down and clawed her across the face. "Ahh! What are you doing!?"
"No Dash, I'm here to stop you."
"Wha What? Gilda this is NOT cool! Why are you being such a jerk!?"
"Well Dash, Discord has offered me something cool. Something greater than your lame friends."
"And what is that Gilda?" Rainbow's anger grew towards her old friend.
"A chance to get rid of your lame friends and maybe then you'll come back to your old self. Just think of all the rad races we could have."
"Gilda, I lo
Aralyn and Vondel (first encounter)[...]Aralyn and Vondel (first encounter)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just then the flap input diverged again, to let a giggling ogre leading a girl in the tent, pulling on the chain that was tied around her neck and hands. She was a young girl, slight and infinitely terrified. She was dressed in peasant clothes, now torn and broken, stained with blood, dirt and mud.
Even the little face with regular features and a simple beauty, marred by a few scrapes and bruises, was stained by patches of thickened sludge as well as long and wavy blonde hair, completely disheveled. On the reddened cheeks she had the furrow that the tears were scored between the dirt and big brown eyes were inflamed and swollen from too much crying. The girl was carried away helpless, exhausted, as if she had been surrendered to her fate.
She watched horrified the inside of the tent and the elf who was turned back, then she noticed two tall hooded silhouettes that were expectingto be able to quit.
In seeing them, she was plucked by a sudden and instinctive terror, that froze her.
Team Seven - NaruHinaSasu - CHAPTER 1 (ENG)Team Seven - NaruHinaSasu - CHAPTER 1 (ENG)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Konoha's Team Seven
There was a lot of noise in the room they were all waiting in. They had gathered there many times before; after all, they had been classmates since childhood. This time it was different though. This day they gathered not as students, but as ninjas.
Hinata Hyuga was eleven years old. Most of the kids gathered in the classroom shared her age, but not her personality. She kept her head down, timidly watching her former classmates. Everyone there had a close group or were at least friendly with one another. They were sitting in two and threes, talking excitedly about what they had done over the last few days since taking the final exam in the academy.
Hinata had no one to talk to; truth be told, she wasn't very good at making friends or even holding conversations with others. Even the people that lived in her house, her own family, ignored her, considering her nothing but a nuisance. The explanation for that was reall
The White Night Initiative Welcome to the White Night Initiative. Xir does not know that I have let someone from the Ressurection board within the boundaries of the Initiative, so if you'd be so kind as to keep quiet, I shall proceed. I do not have a name, although I am tagged as Identity XIV Sub-core 148692254. If you would refrain from mentioning me to your superiors, I would be most grateful. Now, I am going to take it upon myself to explain to you what we are and the life within the White Night Initiative, and I will answer any further questions. With all due respect, having you here is not protocol.The White Night Initiative2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We are the perfect race. We have no gender, we have no fault. Scientific experiments have been implimented to ensure our consistant neutrality. At first it wasn't pleasant, but that is to be expected. Beginnings are often rough. First it started with surgery; taking away what defined us, what made us different from Xir. Xe tells us every day how beautif
feelsI got the "feels" for the first time today.feels2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I thought I'd gotten the "feels" before, I thought I'd had the "feels" many times but I hadn't. I was wrong the "feels" is not two or more emotions often conflicting. The "feels" is like energy, it shoots through you like a bolt of lightning. I turns you from a sane, semi-rational individual to mess of a person in seconds. It isn't a brief flow of emotions, the "feels" sticks to you. It makes your brain and muscles not work right.
You think the "feels" is over you go to get up to get something and it hits you again, You smile and then start crying. The "feels" takes over your motor function and you fall back on to your bed. You tell your legs to get up but the "feels" make you grab you pillow instead and draw it close. It makes you blog and write about it, draw about it. The "feels" can't be shaken like normal emotions, the "feels" wriggled it's way into you and it wants you to experience it.
You try to resist, but the "feels" thrashes inside
Keep the GameKeep the GameKeep the Game2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Keep it up as best as you can
Always trying to fool the other
With our foolish games
Don't fear the darkness
If it comes too close to call
Fight until death can't come
Cry as the new dawn breaks
And reality is again before us
Screaming with insanity, the tortured truth
Will reveal this corruption
Will these hands be dyed crimson
With the urgency of your dreams?
Let's play this game again
Maybe this time it will turn out different.
Did you see it rain today?
It seemed to predict the future
Chase every possibility
Every chance you get
To beat the game
Watch the mind turn
Calculating each step
Watch out or you may be overtaken
Each step keeps you guessing
Will these hands be dyed crimson
With the urgency of your dreams?
Let's play this game again
Maybe this time it will turn out different
Keep your hands open
In them you hold something more than life
Can you see the sky bleeding?
It knows of something beyond this
Close your eyes and see the darkness inside
No blindfold is ne
Anything But Ths. Please. Prelouge.Just as I walked in,she looked me in the eyes. Tears trailed down her face like it was a mistake. I run to hug her. Make sure she has comfort. She squezzed me tightly. The wetness from her tears seaped through the front of my black shirt. I didn't care though. She was carrying my child. And now that Panems rein of The Hunger Games is over, our child will be safe. Bt I worry that they are not over just yet. That we are still in this game. But my hopes alwas bring me happiness. Katniss was not going to get hurt. Not while I'm alive. She worries baout me when I stare straight through the window in the morning and don't say a word. She worries that I might not want to e a father. But I do want to be a father. Thouh I have no other family left, I till have Katniss. Her mother comes over and helps her clean the house. I'd help too if Katniss wasn't so strit on who cleans the house and who cooks. She shivers at night. Even with my arm lending her the warmth and help the nightmares go away. StAnything But Ths. Please. Prelouge.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ups and Downs of LoveLove can be pleasureUps and Downs of Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love can be pain
Love can also be
A simple game
To start with the bad,
Think about this
Love is the center of numerous things
Control, power, corruption, lust
And it all starts with a little distrust
The desire for love can lead to spending
Of money, innocence, time, or jeweled rings
All for what, you ask
A little pleasure through a certain task
The younger group follows because it's trending
But in the end they will feel regret
For not waiting until the right time
When the love is forced upon another
The pain caused will never recover
These are things they will never forget
Because, who could forget this sort of crime?
And so it should be plain to see
That love simply does not have a guarantee
But let's turn around
And think about good
Love can build many of things
Happiness, understanding, strength, self-worth,
Or even the birth
Of a new creature, filled with joy
The happiness shared also brings
A brand new feeling that will destroy
The old feelings of lonely, sa
Please, Stop and Think.Now I won't sit here and ridiculePlease, Stop and Think.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Your each and every life decision,
Cause god knows I've built myself
A solitary cell inside a prison.
I've lost many of my friends to
Suicides cold, unwelcoming hands
And though you may not care,
I want you to live, and that's where I stand.
There are many other ways
To let out your feelings of despair:
Write, draw, learn a skill,
Talk to someone who listens and cares.
You take this pain you feel inside,
And wear it on your wrists,
But I promise you that things will change,
And happiness exists.
I just don't want to see you do this again;
Hurting yourself like you are,
Cause it's a lonely place in this world when
You have to hide behind you scars.
Colors Within A [box]Colors Within A BoxColors Within A [box]2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I feel trapped, as if in a box
Ensnared by my own emotions,
Four walls made of steal
My capture the sole devotion
Pain colors the walls grey
While anger colors them red,
These colors are the most stable
Sealed to the floor with dread
Tranquility colors the walls blue
Though they are nearly invisible,
Happiness colors the walls pink
The color a figment of my imagination
Black emanates from the inside out
Showing my true desperation,
These are the true colors of my life
The true colors of my depression
No Shoes in the RainThe sun had been shining earlier,No Shoes in the Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet now, the heavens had opened,
And rain poured down, as though life would cease immediately without it.
I saw her there, dancing along the mostly empty street
Without a care in the world.
The rain did little to bother her,
With her long hair and shorts.
Around her, hoods were turned up,
People scuttled on their way,
Searching desperately for shelter.
She sat alone in the park a while
She stayed a while.
She played a while.
Then wandered home.
Unaware of her wearing no shoes in the rain.
Deadly Friendship ch. 1Deadly Friendship ch. 12 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Chapter One: A Wonderful Surprise
"Absol, we need to find some Sitrus and Oran berries for Markus," the little girl explained to the ram-like, disaster Pokémon. She rode on his back and held a thin rope around his neck.
"Absol!" the massive ram whinnied, they rode on for hours in search of the berries, although both berries are rare to find in the Kanto region.
"I don't think we're going to find any, boy," the young girl sighed as she hung her head, "Let's just head back " She pulled on the rope for Absol to turn, but he refused, "What? Absol...it's time to go back!"
Absol stood still, ignoring her; the white Pokémon kept his place and stared out into a clearing. The girl looked out in the same direction, and she saw it. Lying on its side, in a neat little nest, was an egg. A black, green splotched, somewhat large egg; it had a lot of movement for it was close to hatching.
"I .I wonder who it belongs to," she thought aloud, "c'mon let's get a closer look "
Skyrim Guard Quotes And My Response To Them V.1Skyrim Guard Quotes And My Response To Them V.12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Guard: I used to be an adventurer like you once. Then I took an arrow in the knee.
Me: Bitch please! I'm covered in arrows and I'm STILL an adventurer. Quit being such a puss.
Guard: Let me guess, someone stole your sweet roll?
Me: Bitch please! I stole THEIR sweet roll... As a matter of fact I stole 1000 sweet rolls!
Guard: Wait... I know you!
Me: Of course you do... I'm the best damn assassin/thief in Tamriel... Not even the Thieves Guild or the Dark Brotherhood can top me.
Historia Cadence De' Fleur// Powstanie ESMEkwiecień , 1884Historia Cadence De' Fleur// Powstanie ESME2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ciepły jak na wiosnę wiatr delikatnie pieścił twarze osób jadących bryczką. Odgłos pędzącego pojazdu natomiast współgrał z postukiwaniem końskich kopyt. Woźnica był poczciwym staruszkiem, który kochał konie oraz rodzinę której służył jak nic innego na świecie. I to właśnie im przyrzekł służyć pomocą, radą oraz całym swoim sercem. Od czasu do czasu nakazywał dwóm kasztankom zwolnić - aby spojrzeć na jadących na miejscach pasażerów.
Czarnowłosy mężczyzna był odziany w śnieżnobiałą koszulę z buffami, skrywaną pod lekką marynarką oraz czarne spodnie i lakierki w dłoniach ściskał cylinder. Nie patrzył na woźnicę, jego brązowe tęczówki cały czas skupion