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The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly

before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
A commentary on Dangerous Straits Of The Between by *locoland

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This is a parody of LMFAO's "Sexy and I Know It." I suggest playing the song while you read this.


(Yeah. Yeah.)
When I strut on by, Fangirls be like "damn he's mine"
I step to the beat, Thor's thunder is totally sweet, yeah
This is how I roll, reindeer antlers outta control
Hu-mans were made to be ruled
Better watch out, 'cause Here I go, yo...

You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
W-W-Without doubt
(x2)

When I walk into Asgard,
This is what I see (okay)
All the Gods stop and they glare at me.
My skin is turning blue and I ain't afraid to show it-
(show it, show it, show it)


I'm Loki and I know it.



I'm Loki and I know it.

(Yo.)
When I invade Earth, police just can't fight me off
and when I'm in Germany,
The Avengers just can't resist me. (what)
This is how I roll,
come on Iron Man
It's time to go.

I'm a film star, baby, don't be nervous.
Armor and cape, but I still get service.

You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
W-W-Without doubt
(x2)

When I walk into Asgard,
This is what I see (okay)
All the Gods stop and they glare at me.
My skin is turning blue and I ain't afraid to show it-
(show it, show it, show it)

I'm Loki and I Know it

I'm Loki and I know it

Check it out [x2]
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah [x3]
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah, yeah
Do the wiggle man
I do the wiggle man
Yeah
I'm Loki and I know it…

(Ay! Yeah.)

You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
W-W-Without doubt
(x2)

I'm Loki and I know it.
No copyright infringement intended. Just for your enjoyment!

Edit 8/31/2012:
Oh my gosh, you guys! Fifty favorites?! Thank you so much :heart:
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It occured to me that lately the main reason I'm putting pen to paper (figuratively) is because its the only way I can get human interaction. What wouldn't I sell for attention?
Gross.
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"Dudes! Who the hell is that?" America boomed, finding an injured girl on the world meeting table.
"I don't know, she fell from zhe sky during axis training." Germany says.
She groans a bit before getting up slowly, everyone backs away curiously.
She had (h/l) (h/c) hair, strangely dull (e/c) eyes, bandages were the only thing that covered her chest, and short ripped shorts.
She had two large 'things' on her back, which peeked America's curiosity.
"Hey what are those things?" he asks. She jumps back, startled by processing all the beautiful men surrounding her.
"You bloody git! They are obviously wings!" England growled, nearly face palming. The american's eyes widened, and he ran up to touch the extra appendage. She flinched and spread her wings slowly, painfully wincing doing so.
"Oh my god!" England frowns.
Her wings were large and beautiful, but battered. There were pure white, at least, under all the scratches and dirt. Oddly, the left wing's middle was completely gone and wrapped in bandages. The feathers and bandages were soaked red.
"Mon Dieu!" We must tend to them!" France exclaims, about to attack the wings, but England stops him.
"Git, talk to the woman before touching her wings. Love, what happened?" he pushed away an angry France and walked up to the girl gently. She looks at him softly and swallows.
"I was shot at." she says, voice melodic. The countries go wide-eyed. "People believe winged countries are rare and worth much money, and they at me because I was the most vulnerable of the flock." she sniffs and retracts her wings slowly. "Unfortunately, the bullet was so strong it wiped out the entire middle of my left wing, and that is how I fell." she cringed in pain.
The Englishman frowned sympathetically and picked up the fragile girl.
The other countries gasp at his mysterious amount of strength he had in him.
"We must clean and re-bandage the wings. Japan, please help me." he states. The black-haired country nods and they leave with the girl.
The other countries are left standing and completely jealous at them stealing the beautiful mysterious girl.

~Le Time Skip~

The two men unwrapped the fragile wing delicately and washed the appendage, as well as the other, of blood and dirt, revealing a beautiful pure white wing, but the injured one had the middle of it completely missing and stained red.
England disinfected and wrapped the wing, earning cries and flinches from the small girl Japan searched for  clean clothes for her to wear.
After searching, he found a small old kimono and cut slits in the back for her wings.
They left the foreign girl to change and when she exited, she was glowing.
"Beautifur." Japan whispered.
"Absolutely stunning." England added quietly.
The girl wobbled a bit, causing the distracted men to get confused, and she fainted.

~Le Time Skip~

The girl lay in a large red bed, courtesy of America.
"Dude, what happened now? Did you feed her one of your 'delicious' scones." America huffed, snorting. England twitched.
"Shut it you bloody git. She collapsed after we finished tidying her up, probably from all the blood loss and stress." he sighed.
"She is even more beautiful when she is clean." France smirked almost pervetedly. England smacked him, causing a 2-second fight, but quickly stopped.
"What is up with her wing-aru?" China asked. Japan frowned.
"The middre of her wing was brown crean off by the burret." he says.
"And sadly, we cannot fix it." England hangs his head.
"Ve~ What about your magic England?" the bubbly italian offers.
"I mostly use dark magic, but I guess I could see if I have a reportion spell somewhere." he sighs.
Again, the girl slowly opened her eyes. The nations kept quiet and stood up.
"Hello love, are you alright?" England asks the girl.
"Yes, I'm fine. I am so sorry to bother you all like this." she bows.
"No it's fine. You were very injured and we were happy to herp you." Japan smiles. She smiles back, earning a blush.
"My name is (name), my country name is (country name). Call me whatever you want." she says.
"Hey dudette! I'm Alfred, or America, the hero! The old grumpy guy is Arthur, or England. Pervert there is Francis, or France. This is Yao, or China. The big scary guy is Ivan, or Russia. That's Kiku, or Japan. That's Feliciano, or Italy. And the serious on is Ludwig, or Germany." America explains.
"Wonderful! Nice to meet you all!" (country name) beamed, she resembled as of an angel to the group of men.
"Do you have a family? Someone we could return you to?" England asked. All the light in the girl washed away.
"Well, I technically don't have a family, I was going to be kicked out of my flock anyway. I was a terrible flyer." she laughed, disheartened. The countries felt sympathy for the poor winged girl. "And now I'll never return, or ever fly again. So there is no fucking point in having wings at all!" she started to cry, quickly trying to rub it away with her sleeves.
"Ve~ Please don't cry (name)!~ You can stay with… umm-" Italy tried to find someone that had space to take her in.
Someone spoke up. "I'll take care of the chica!"

To be continued...
My start to my first series! :iconyayromanoplz:
But the problem is... I tend to get writer's block often or am too lazy to update. :iconromanosulkplz:
I probably will post chapter 2 tomorrow because I wrote this in my journal and decided to post it...

Hetalia belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:
Story belongs to :iconhetalianspice:
You belong to :iconcuteromanoplz: ... but not yet. :iconpervyfranceplz:
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Thomas Edison's last words were:
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.

And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.

Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.

Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.

You may never have known these names
Until my inky sentiments for their last words.
Just another jumble of letters on the list of the dead
Yet there's something wonderful in what they said.

When McKinley was shot
And didn't die for days
His wife screamed: I want to go too.
And he just said: We are all going.
I suppose Mr Edison was right.
It must be very beautiful over there.
‘Thomas Edison's last words were: “It's very beautiful over there.” I don't know where there is, but I know it’s somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.’
- John Green, Looking for Alaska

FINALLY I can now show you guys my pieces from my Creative Writing Portfolio.
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There sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
I posted this before, twice i think. But i decided to post it again 'cause i love it :3
comment and i promise to respond! :)
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they say sad girls change their hair color
and forgive their monsters.

i change my morals
and become one.
what
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Does anyone ever felt like Alice in Wonderland

Wandering around the world

Following a white rabbit that no one else sees

Talking to a caterpillar

Asking Why, Who, and What

Finding yourself lost in a place with unreadable signs

Sitting down thinking….dreaming or not this is unbelievable

When a cat comes floating down sitting on a tree

His smile is remarkably sharp for a cat to be

He is sly, that cat, should I believe him or not

I guess I have no choice

The flower talk and I have some tea

With figures of my imagination

The Mad Hatter is crazy

The March Hare is unstable

I don't think their are any normal things here

A drunken mouse come out of the pot

I think I'm losing my mind….

What next do I occur…A red queen that is

A court full of cards

Spades, Diamonds, Hearts, and Clubs

OFF WITH HER HEAD!

Nothing but a dream.

Wake Up Alice!
It''s my first time writing something on here. So yeah! hope you like it (:
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==== > Be the Prince



You are the young prince of the Kingdom of Breath. An odd name for a kingdom, yes, but you weren't the one who named it, you just live in it. You have a twin sister, as well, a princess who you believe is far more suited to the task of ruling this country than you are, but for some silly reason, everyone you happen across appears to believe that's what you'll be doing. You don't know the first thing about ruling a country, considering the fact that you're currently only eight years old, so you really have no idea why everyone expects such an impossible task of you.

Whatever.

Right now you're at a court ball, the first one you and your sister have been allowed to attend. Usually the two of you would stay up late at night, straining to listen to the beautiful music that would echo through the castle, but not tonight. No, this night, your father is showing off his darling heirs to the other kingdoms. Ambassadors and even other royals litter the grand hall where the ball is being held, upstanding men and women in the most lovely clothing you've ever seen in your entire life. They are quite mesmerizing to look at, and you can just barely ignore the fact that all of their eyes have fallen on you.

At some point, a strange man walks up to your father. Well, not a man, exactly. To be precise, you know that this person would typically be called a troll, the horned, multi-blooded, gray-skinned folk heralding from the west. You've never actually seen a troll in real life, and can't help but stare at him in complete awe. He has shaggy, dark hair and rather small, rounded horns. You expect him to react in anger, as you've heard is the case with trolls, but this one actually takes a moment to look at you before smiling.

"Good evening, Prince John," he greets, nodding at you and then your sister. "And to you as well, Princess Jade." Your sister giggles and does a little curtsy, and you can easily tell she's become fascinated by the odd gentleman. "My, you've both grown so very much since I last saw you."

"We've met before?" you ask excitedly, grinning wide. The troll chuckles gently and nods his head.

"Yes. Your father and I are good friends." He smiles in the direction of the king, who nods approvingly, a small smirk on his lips. Your father has never been one for words, so you didn't really expect him to say anything. "Ah, Karkat, why don't you say hello as well?"

You blink, and notice that there is a small figure hiding behind this troll. Hidden in the male's large cape stood a very young, irritated looking troll. He appeared to be your age, and was the spitting image of his elder. You assume that this young one-called Karkat-was this troll's son, and you can't help but smile brightly at him. He, however, returns the look with a scowl. You don't know many other children your age, aside from Jade, so this seems like a wonderful opportunity to make friends.



==== > Be Karkat



You are now the prince of the nearby Kingdom of Blood, a proud country with a sad history of violence, hatred, and war. Only since your father-known throughout the land only as the Sufferer-took to the throne has the kingdom shown improvement, and slowly but surely has grown towards peace. So far you've allied with several larger troll kingdoms, such as the Kingdom of Rage and the Kingdom of Doom. Trolls give depressing names to their kingdoms, you've become aware, but who can help it? It's not like you're the one who fucking named them.

Anyway, at the moment you are at a ball in the eastern human kingdom, the Kingdom of Breath. You didn't want to go in the first place, but your father insisted on it, even though everyone knew that your younger sister, Nepeta, would have enjoyed this sort of thing much more than you. But you're older, your parents told you, so apparently that meant that you had to attend this ridiculous fucking event while she stayed at home with mother.

You are now being introduced to some bizarre human child who your father addresses as Prince John. You look him over, noting his messy black hair, buck teeth, glasses, and huge, intensely blue eyes that just won't stop boring in to you. This kind of creeps you out, and you attempt to bare your teeth at him to show you do not enjoy this odd staring in the least, but for some reason this makes the human smile. Didn't the idiot know a threat display when he saw one?

Apparently not, because he's suddenly coming closer to you as your father disentangles you from his robes and pushes you towards this John human.

"Hiya!" he greets in an impossibly high pitched voice that makes you grit your teeth. Puberty was going to be a blessing for this child. "My name's John!"

"I caught it," you growl back. Your father has abandoned you in favor of the human king, and the two of them wander off together in deep discussion. You sincerely wish to follow, but as the human female approaches, something tells you that they won't let you leave without a fight.

"You're the first troll we've ever seen before," chirps the female, Princess Jade, as your father mentioned. She had long black hair and vibrant green eyes, not to mention the same ridiculous teeth as her brother. Your father had said that they were twins, and you find that it was pretty obvious. Their resemblance was uncanny in a way that, if you thought about it, were they to dress like one another, you'd be hard pressed to tell the difference.

"Fucking joy." You're not impressed by their simple banter, and find some amusement in the shocked looks on their faces.

"That's a dirty word," retorted Jade, who went immediately to giving you a nasty look. It didn't take long to make her dislike you, that was certain. John, on the other hand, seemed mildly interested.

"What of it?" you snarl. You'd never speak this way in front of your parents, of course. Well, you could probably get away with it when it came to your father, but you know for a fact that you would never chance it in front of your mother. The queen, known lovingly as the Disciple to her subjects, would quickly teach you your lesson, and you had a feeling it would be quite painful. But on your own, you have no problem saying, "You fuckasses gonna fucking do something about it?"

"Well I never!" Jade was fuming, not appreciating these obscenities very much, and she quickly left the area. John remained, however, and when you acknowledge him, you're irritated to see he's got a stupid fucking grin on his face.

You turn to leave, deciding you'd much rather spend the rest of your evening in the silence of the castle garden. That seemed like a plan, and then you wouldn't have to deal with these idiots anymore. At least, that's what you think, but by the time you've made it to your destination, you notice the sound of steps following you.



==== > Be John



Karkat was interesting, much more interesting than this ball, and you found yourself wanting to spend more time with him. So it was only natural that you followed him out in to the darkness of the garden, excited to spend time with this new playmate.

"What the fuck do you want?" Karkat growls at you, and you smile brightly back at him. He was different from all the other nobles you'd met. He didn't care if you approved of him or not, and for some reason, you really like that about him.

"Do you wanna play?" you ask him, skipping up so you're inches away from him. Karkat is mildly startled by this, and takes a couple steps back.

"No," he snaps, and turns to run off in to the depths of the garden. You instantly begin following him, and when he notices, the troll boy picks up speed. You're sure to follow suit. You don't want to lose him.

The garden is the pride and joy of the castle. Your sister loves it the most, always running out to bother the palace gardeners endless questions about the flora, which include various species of lavender, roses, tulips, and even daisies. The flowers were all artfully placed, creating great mosaics with the simple flowers. But at night, those particular plants didn't mean anything. They were closed tight for their nightly rest, so it was impossible to see the lovely images typical of the day.

"Stop following me!" Karkat shouted, glaring back at you, but you were persistent, even when he disappeared behind a set of bushes. He ducked inside, and you were quick to follow. The troll was smaller than you, though, and had an easier time navigating through the brush. He was far ahead of you, but you continued nonetheless, even when you could barely see him anymore.

When you emerge on the other side, you see him disappear in to a small rock formation masked by the leaves of a great, old willow tree. If you hadn't seen the hanging branches moving in time, you probably would have missed it, but instead you were quietly sneaking through to catch the troll by surprise. Through the leaves you could make out his figure, just standing there, his panting coming out in great huffs.

Then, with a triumphant grin, you pounce. Karkat lets out a yelp as you drag him to the ground with you, and before you know it, the two of you are wrestling with each other. You tumble and roll, and while you're laughing excitedly, Karkat is snarling and cursing at you. At one point you manage to pin him down, though, and laugh in victory as the troll boy glares angrily back at you.

"That was fun," you declare, and Karkat scoffs at this.

"Not really." You see a hint of amusement in his eyes, though. Karkat enjoyed the bit of play about as much as you did, but nevertheless, he does push you off of him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm just making friends," you answer happily, your chest heaving up and down as you look at him, your grin still in place. "You're fun."

"You're a buldgemuncher," your new comrade answers, but the anger isn't fully in it as he suddenly takes in the surroundings. You look around, as well, and find that the two of you are surrounded by bizarre, giant glowing mushrooms. You had no idea these existed on the castle grounds, and you wonder if anyone else knew about it. Judging by the lack of tending on this side of the brush, you suppose not.

"It's really pretty here," you say with awe, feeling the soft, dark, almost blue tinted grass with your hands.

"Yea…"

The two of you kind of just sit there for a few moments before you turn back to the troll and declare, "We're going to be best friends, Karkat. I just know it."

"Friendship is a disease," he snarls back, glaring at you, but you just laugh at him and he rolls his eyes. "Whatever…"



==== > Be the Sufferer



"So we agree, then," you say, earning a nod from your friend, the king. "Very well. Karkat will spend every summer here, in your care, and get to know your children. Then, when the time comes, our family will be joined by marriage."

"Yes," mutters the king. "Prince Karkat may wed the child who does not ascend to the throne. Those are my only standards."

"Agreed." You understand this completely. Your son is next in line for his own throne, and it would be just silly to be governing two countries. Karkat would surely have the wriggler-child who did not have claim to the Kingdom of Breath, and when he turned sixteen, he would be married and on his way to becoming king.

You see no problem with this plan, therefore you sign the papers alongside your dear friend, closing the deal for good.
Just a random little JohnKat fix I decided to write out of the blue. XD It's prolly stupid as hell, but whatever. Set in a medieval kingdom kind of thing, where Karkat is set up in an arranged marriage with one of the children of the Breath kingdom.

I own none of the characters presented in this fanfiction. I just like controlling them. :3
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    I hate myself.

    I'm plain. I'm boring. I don't have any sexual appealing qualities.

    Heck, I'm a C cup for goodness sakes.

    I never went outside during the entirety of my middle school life. The only time I stepped outside was when I went to take my precious dog to go do his business and to go to school. If I went to the mall, it was rare. I had a tendency to lock myself in my room the minute I got home to read a book or to do homework. I sometimes studied when I had a test the next day and I barely ate because I never did anything to have my stomach weep for hunger.

    I was lonely. I was depressed. I rarely ever smiled.

    Geez, I was like a scary frowning clown.

    The moment I entered mid-high, I only had a few friends. Those friends were entirely online.

    Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was my childhood friend. He doesn't count, he's a boyfriend, and he's not someone I can go complain to about my girlish problems and fangirl about my many fandoms with.

    I started writing. Just, typing words in Microsoft Office. Just a couple sentences about a small idea of romance I wanted in my life. It was based around Pokemon, of course, since it was the only fandom I had my heart set on at the time. People commented with such enthusiasm and excitement, it made me feel pleasure for once in my life.

    I decided to continue writing for this purpose. To interact. Though, when I continued to actually write, I began to love it. I could play out the many scenes I wanted to happen in my own life and force them onto characters that had no limitations.

    For the first time in my life, I felt happy, content, and no sadness lingered, for I had found my real source of happiness. My own hobby and people who adored the same fandoms I did.

    I am acknowledged. I am happy. I can't stop smiling.

    Geez, I am like my baby cousin who can't seem to wipe that cutesy little grin off her face.

    As I began to open up online through people who I have never met, I had begun to know them and love them. I began to have idols. I began to actually have conversation with a human being through the sole text of the words I wrote.

    There were certain people that encouraged me to try harder, to reach my goals in life. No, no, not my writing. They wanted me to reach for a bigger picture.

    I began to talk to people in school, and befriend them as well. All because of these several people telling me "You can do it!"

    I'm colorful. I'm hyperactive. I couldn't be any more beautiful on the inside than I am on the outside.

    Heck, who cares what anyone says?

    I love myself.
I can't thank you all enough. :iconaawplz:

Happy 2013!

now let's be honest. Who actually thought up a "cheer up Masq" response when reading the first half of this?

Edit: I mentioned having a C cup. C CUPS ARE GREAT, OKAY. The piece reflected what I thought at the time (which was during middle school). I didn't know this was going to go viral overnight so I deeply apologize if you were offended while reading "I". I honestly didn't mean it to be bad. If you took it that way, I deeply apologize. Everyone that I knew sort of pointed at me and said I was too "small" and if you look at how I organized the piece, if you align the repetition (or whatever literary element I used :XD:) It would sort of say something like "I'm a C cup for goodness sake's, who cares what anyone says?"

Hope that cleared things up :meow:
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