Coukyo Bands and RolesCoukyo Bands and Roles11 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Coukyo Bands and Roles
★Common Band Information★
Interaction between different bands is very common. Almost inevitable in populated regions.
Bands without builders or those knowledgeable on construction usually live in nests. However coukyo are capable of building shacks, huts, and simple housing. Nothing too extravagant like a wood tiled house complete with heating and plumbing.
Bands can be created at any time. However a good foundation is needed, therefore it may be hard. Most commonly, new bands are formed by branching off of larger ones.
All coukyo are expected to stay loyal to the band they were born in. Those who leave for their own reaso
A MermanOnce upon a time there was a girlA Merman8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her hair was clear and draped with many pearls
She spent her days out on a golden shore
And walked along the beach reciting lore
There had once been a merman there they say
He played in waves of deep blue sea all day
And courted by the maids of land he was
But never joined them on the land because
He had a lover, deep below the sea
But trapped, as though an animal may be
By jealous nymphs who never liked to share
Who found the lover's beauty far too rare
One day the merman left his idle joys
And dove below the current to destroy
The prison that had kept his love away
So that together they could always stay
The sea was cold and made it hard to see
But he swam on and with an honest plea
He begged the nymphs to let their captive go
And in exchange he gave his very soul
A better gift the nymphs had not received
And in return they set the lover free
From darkest depths the couple swam to sun
With glory of the battle they had won
The mortals on the shore saw
A NewDo you remember,A New3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That day we broke up,
you had made a promise,
That you would be in my life,
No matter what,
I was not ready to accept,
That I would no longer,
be your one and only,
We all after all,
Deal with heartbreak differently,
Why do you think,
That all my ex's hate me?
Could it be,
That this is a cycle,
That now I see,
But now I am ready,
Full of this regret,
Just give me a shot,
To show you that,
I can be your friend,
Time will go on,
But it will leave us,
Wondering what could have been,
But in the end,
Could it be,
Something I do not see,
That this is all for the best,
And maybe in the far,
We will meet again,
With time having healed,
these wounds we hide so well,
And we can allow a new,
To form at long last,
in the meantime,
I will be here waiting,
with the gifts put away,
with thoughts of my first real love,
that tragically ended in my own hands,
Because in the end,
I have no one to blame,
I must live with.
Pray for an end of MingiAmong some tribes in the Omo River Valley in southwestern EthiopiaPray for an end of Mingi3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
certain children are considered Mingi (Impure, Ritually polluted)
Reasons for being declared Mingi are:
Being born out of wedlock.
Being the result of an unplanned pregnancy.
Being born a twin.
Being born with a cleft lip or palate.
Being born with some sort of deformity or imperfection.
Having one's genitals injured in some way.
Having ones teeth develop in the upper jaw before the lower jaw.
Chipping a tooth during childhood.
Children declared Mingi are considered cursed by the spirits.
It is believed that if allowed to live a Mingi child will bring misfortune to the community.
Children declared Mingi are either abandoned to die or killed.
Mingi children are either drowned, starved, or, in the case of infants,
have dirt stuffed in their mouths so that they choke to death.
Please, please pray that this evil practice stop!
INFO AND WAYS TO HELP.
Types of AngelsSERAPHIMTypes of Angels4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Meaning: Fiery, Burning
Description/Functions: Positioned above the Throne of GOD
Constantly praise and worship GOD
Act as agents of cleansing and Holiness
Hemingway Would Hate ThisThe trouble with the Boy was that he didn't have the heart of Shakespeare, the voice of Poe, nor the soul of Wordsworth, nor the knowledge of Rembrandt in his darkest days. He didn't have a trace of Michaelangelo's spirit nor the angst of Carvaggio and this on its own was enough to dissuade him from understanding that technique was far better than solidarity and possession far more ageless than youth.Hemingway Would Hate This3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't have any of this knowledge because his father hadn't had the courage to tell him that he needed all the qualities of these great men, to win over the heart of a woman who had the dreams of Austen, the ideas of Da Vinci and the scent of a high priestess of Venetian origin.
The Girl was all those things and more, and her value, her estimate in the market of souls was higher than most. She was an angel amongst Gods, and He should never have let her go into the world thinking that it was Keats hearted. Because like all women who live their lives story shaped, she was soon broken by
The ArtistThe artist knows that her teeth are a palette,The Artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if only she could figure out the colour scheme
of her innermost thoughts. All she knows is that
they taste like Earl Grey with just a pinch of salt.
It jars her tastebuds and she paints a picture of seventy
shades of disapproval with a roll of her eyes, the slight
nod of her head. Two pupils widen when the brush slips and
injects colour - if only a burst - into swarms of grey
fruitflies lusting after an ashen peach.
She knows of all the colours in the spectrum
and knows their flavour, can persuade them to lay
on her page while she seduces them with detail.
She'll lend her ear to a box of paints as they crawl
into her thoughts and tell her to give them a life story.
She'll snap her brush when the sun between her teeth
bursts, shedding a million lights over a blank page.
Finale: Reunion.Finale: Reunion.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I have to make a phone call to the gym!" Roy yelled as his voice was drowned by the helicopter departing nearby.
Roy and Mae had just arrived in Sootopolis city. The wealthy young man had to arrange a private flight for them to travel in the city as it was impossible to reach the isolated island by other means of transportation besides water related ones.
The blustering wind played roughly with Mae's dark shoulder length hair which was thrown into a messy, yet presentable bun. It caused her to drop her purse as she quickly tried to hold her hair in place. She had spent a great amount of time making sure it looked nice for her meeting with Nero and didn't want even a strand out of its' place.
"Okay! Let's go inside!" she cried out. He waved his hand in the air dismissing what she had said. She rolled her large black eyes and dragged her belongings inside the building. A tall, lean male in a dark suit stopped her in her tracks and offered to assist with her the luggage.
You.You told me onceYou.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Beast of the Apocalypse 2: The Scarlet Beastand there was granted it to give breath to the image of the wild beast...Beast of the Apocalypse 2: The Scarlet Beast3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Out of the shadows a creature appeared.
I shuddered to think; the fear it'd bring here.
'Twas red as crimson and beastly for sure.
It looked familiar, I'd seen it before.
Those heads, the horns, the diadems on top,
reminded me of the BEAST I once fought.
'Twas breath from that BEAST that brought it to life.
A shadow, a mirror, sure to cause strife.
Hark! A voice cried out, "The BEAST has a name,
a curious name brings the BEAST its fame.
Lo! 666 is the name of this BEAST,
on the flesh of men it's determined to feast."
Then strangely enough, it was but was not;
with help 'twas then raised up from the rot.
The world gives worship, it's long what it's sought;
divine retribution will bring it to naught.
Revelation 13: 11-18; 17:1-8
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
Gumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter two3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"No, Rin! You know that yogurt you ate was mine!" A voice that belonged to Luka woke me up.
"Please Luka, it was just yogurt! Go buy more!" Rin yelled dryly.
They stood in front of Rin's desk. Luka had her hands on her hips, with a glare fixed on Rin's face that lacked in emotion. I blinked on rubbed my eyes before I made a noise. "Do you guys really have to fight in here?"
They both turned to me. "Gumi, I'm so sorry I woke you! Rin, was just being a pain." Luka apologized innocently.
With a sigh Rin spoke up, "I was hungry, and had some yogurt because Neru ate all the cereal. I was not being a pain!" I exhaled and shook my head.
"Rin say sorry for not asking if you could have it, Luka don't be so greedy it's not a million dollars it's yogurt." Rin mumbled a sorry, and so did Luka.
Before Luka could find another thing to argue with her about I shoved her out. Rin sat at her desk, and messed around on the computer. I glanced to see the time was eight. Groggily, I
Fallen StarLying on the ground, head throbbingFallen Star5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Opens her eyes, looks up at the sky
Confused thoughts overflowing in her mind
Tries to sit up, head begins to spin
Aching body protests, injured from the fall
She looks to the shining stars, her sisters in the heavens
Daughters of the moon, glowing like fireflies in the summer
She begins to remember, like a memory long since past
A rip in the sky, a passage between Heaven and Earth
Curiousity grabbed hold of her, enticing her to look within
Stumble into it, plunging into the land under the moon
Where humans walk in the shadow of places forgotten by the sun
A dark place, not the grand world she was once led to believe
Shiver in her thin dress, hugging her pale, delicate frame
The pale blue of forget-me-nots, shot with silver like beads of dew
Barefeet sinking in the soft ground as she stands, trembling
Looks around, all alone, empty silence
Homesick and lonesome, tears sliding down her face
Notice something from the corner of her eye, a small movement
not a love poem.I'm not going to write about pluckingnot a love poem.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
petals off of lifelines
or your cinnamon irises that
i g n i t e behind fluttered lids
I'm not going to write about paper-clip cardiac muscles
bursting through my thorax
or your smiles lines
(which I memorized from left to right)
I'm not going to write about inconsequential movie scenes
stored in the front corner of my brain that
won't stop playing on repeat
I'm going to write about the charcoal contours
painted beneath your eyes
every grapefruit dawn as clouds illuminate
belt-buckles and (tear)stained pillows
I'm going to write about worrylines and
our bitter birdsongs that
bounce off each other
like hymns ending on an imperfect cadence
I'm going to write about a ghost of faerie dust and
jittered beats as you
p r o m i s e me needs that surpass cigarette butts
and shiny new hair
(Everything's fine as long as I have pretty hair)
I'm not going to write about littered endearments
In LoveIn LoveIn Love7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-
The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-
I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-
Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
I still feel love-
So we look like Sid and Nancy,
Walking together hand-in-hand-
And I couldn't have been happier,
The night we met-
Already sharing our life stories,
I'm not alone anymore-
And I love you,
And you love me too...
Barbie Has to do it in Heels.When I was seven,Barbie Has to do it in Heels.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
there was discrimination and sexism in their premature states
on wooden signs with orange-scented,
magic marker letters spelled out:
and I, with my veterinarian Barbie and head of long, frizzy black hair that caused my wonderful Puerto Rican grandmother to exclaim:
Aye, mija! You look like you've been hit by a truck!
every waking moment of every dang day,
would sit outside many tree houses,
fleece blanket forts,
and closets while I waited for my older and scrawny male cousins to emerge
smelling of sweat, dirt, and baseball cards,
only to have them reject my games of 'house'
and my tea parties.
Their excuses went beyond the usual 'It's too girly' or 'Guys don't play that.'
They always claimed that I ended up being Queen of the Sidewalk and would lash out at them if they didn't come home from work
-which consisted of them getting me fruit punch and Gushers fruit snacks-
at the time I told them to
Klaine Week Day Three - Fairytale AUThe Story of Us - Prince Blaine meets Wood-Nymph!Kurt…sort of.Klaine Week Day Three - Fairytale AU2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a fairytale in a small royaldom called Daltis, there lived a prince; a beautiful prince with beautiful raven curls and soft, warm golden eyes. He was the secound son to the king and queen and loved by his people. The prince’s name was Blaine, Blaine Warbler Devon of the sons of Ander.
The prince was happy with his life, he was, but his heart was lonely and yearned for companionship. So, on the eve of his nineteenth birthday, Prince Blaine set out in search of his soulmate. He traveled through many lands and search for many years (like two), but alas he could not find the right man. Until, that is, he stumbled into a forest clearing one day in late autumn and saw the most beautiful creature his eyes had ever beheld.
There, amoungst the fallen orange and brown leaves, stood a tall, moon pale young man with small pointy ears, silky chestnut locks, and eyes that couldn’t decide
Christmas Lights | Johnlock | BBC SherlockChristmas Lights | Johnlock | BBC Sherlock3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a cold night in England, but the homes certainly felt warm on the 24th of December of the year 2015. In 221B, a party was to be celebrated, a Christmas one! Mrs. Hudson and John were decorating while Sherlock had gone out to the morgue to check something. The landlady and the doctor were a bit unhappy with the fact that they were both a bit short and couldn't place a star on the tree they'd gotten. They decided to place it later and went on to finish everything else. While Mrs. H. took care of some cookies, John texted his friend.
Sherlock, exiting the hospital alongside the mortician and friend, Molly, began a little conversation with Watson.
The hell are you?
I'm already leaving, John, do not get your underwear in a twist.
Very bloody funny. Hurry up, Mrs. H and I need your help.
Oh really? And here I thought you'd told me to bugger off.
For the love of god, Sherlock, you had a head in the fridge with a Christmas hat, what do you think I was g
Twisted fairytales: Red Riding HoodA wolf howls in the distance as the moon rises in the dark sky over the woods. A fog creeps out, twisting and curling, whispering secrets and chilling one's spine. The girl in the white hood from the nearby village is scared, but trudges on in the cold night, loyal to the overgrown path. The path leads to a witch's house, a peculiar house of gingerbread and sweets, and Little White has important business there. She needs to get rid of the two bullies in her town, the twin siblings that go by Hansel and Gretel, and tonight she shall carry out her plan. Already, some of the older kids of the village should be leading them out of the village to be lost and find their way to the sugar coated abode of the sorceress, so she'll have to be quick. The girl in white rushes on, and a hare comes across her path. He is impeccably dressed and takes out a watch, he seems skittish as he runs back into the undergrowth and mutters about being late and minding time. A few seconds later, a girl not from WTwisted fairytales: Red Riding Hood3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Raggedy Doctor Rumpled MasterA Raggedy Doctor's Rumpled MasterRaggedy Doctor Rumpled Master4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You were going down in flames, but I couldn't stay away, I was a moth drawn to the brightness of your fiery demise. I worshiped your radiance, lived in the warmth of your strength, because it's true what the humans say, isn't it? We always burn brightest just before we go into the cold dark. I should have known that it was coming, that you'd be gone from me once again. But I ignored it, I always ignore it.
I was so wrapped up in your spectacle, in you being who you are, burning through your unnatural life, that I forgot that my own was doomed to come to an end. You always could make me forget. Sad, isn't it? That these days the man you are, so different from the man you were, can still fog my mind and twist my hearts. We've both changed so much, and I pray, to every God that I have ever heard of, every night, every single night, for just one more instant of what we
FrenzyDrip.Frenzy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All of it. Give it to me. Every drop. Every drip.
Give it to me. Now.
I lied. I lied, it wasn't pig's blood, it was the thick, red juice of a man in the street: ash-burned, empty headed, veins pumped with drugs and wine and beer and fear. He cried and struggled under my grip and oh, how he satisfied me. I don't know why. I don't care why. I was trying it out. I was bored. I was having fun. Do you know what fun is?
It changed me. The fog. It changed me. My fall is coming soon and my heart how it thuds and leaps and spins and tries to fight the angel inside of me that begs and shrieks and I want to tear it out, shut it up by any means necessary.
I want it all. Iron and booze and ooze and fire.
I want the sensation of blood on my chin, my face, my hands. The meat in my mouth exploring my tongue and teeth and lips and throat and I want that crack. Pop. The snip and snap of bone and flesh and the silence that follows and makes me dizzy. There's nothing wr