Sunny Day: A braixen TF storyThe sun was blazing, creating a warm day. Alex and me thought it seemed to be a perfect day for a hike. A new trail had recently been put down in the nearby forest, and Alex and I had wanted to hike it since it was created. Alex and I both met up in front of the beginning of the trail, ready to begin. I noticed how hot it was. It was practically burning. We strolled lightly down the light brown path, chatting about everyday things. I noticed that I hadn’t seen many of these plants, which was weird, as I knew a lot of the local greenery. Alex noticed too, as he briefly mentioned it as we trudged along.Sunny Day: A braixen TF story1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Eventually, we came upon a small clearing, where the trail seemed to end abruptly. Alex and me knew we would just have to turn back, but I really didn’t want to. Alex turned to head back, but I stared straight ahead into the trees surrounding the little alcove. There seemed to be a small deer trail cutting through the rows of greenery. Alex turned back to see me brushing
Men Who Hate WomenThey wear their bones upon their sleevesMen Who Hate Women3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And each one crackles with a touch and
Spreads her soft insides upon the table like
A butcher spreading jam (unsuited to the task,
Yet artful still), and sheds a perfumed powder
Of discarded exoskeleton.
They are beautiful this way, each painted specimen,
And I retain their wings upon my wall for days:
Opera cloaks, fur coats, and old refurbished jackets
Purchased from the Emmaus down the street.
Sometimes I say to them, I am Bluebeard and
This chamber is the moonI have pinned you
Through the thorax to its paper claws.
Yet still they writhe, forgetting that the moon is sterile;
That the bats catch moths in silence on the lunar steppes.
Xepher's BioFull name: Xepher CorvidaeXepher's Bio1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: He stopped aging at 18, his true age is unknown
Race: Wolf, Human, Nobody
Build: Skinny, no visible muscle
Height: Below Average
Skin Color: White/Caucasian
Eye Color: Brown and Purple
Hair Color: Dark Gray
Unnatural Features: Wolf Tail, Wolf Ears, Claws, Fangs
Powers/abilities: Uncontrollably turns into a wolf at random, can be forced. very painful.
Can controll movement, this causes both his eyes to turn purple
Children: Xay, female. deceased.
In a relationship with: Jay
Favorite Weapon: Sword
Favorite Color: Black and/or Crimson red
Favorite Food/drink: Steak
Other Likes: Steak
Dislikes: Potions, Heartless Xepher
Phobias: Claustraphobic, afraid of humans
Friends: none really....
Enemies: Heartless Xepher
Personality: Very nice. but shy. As much as he hates to admit it, he likes being pet. But only by Jay
Extra Information: he had no last or middle name because "Xepher" was g
Wheatley's apology.WARNING: READ DESCRIPTION!!!Wheatley's apology.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I used to rule her world...
Panels would rise when I gave the word...
Now in my orbit I weep alone,
Remember tests I used to own.
I was told I would die,
Instead I helped my friend survive.
I Listened as turrets would sing,
"Now that old queen is dead! Long live the king!"
Once I held the facilities,
Next the walls were moved by me.
And I discovered that my chamber stands,
Upon pillars in fault, in miles of land...
I hear that cube of my Chells a ringing.
Opera turrets, all choirs are singing.
Beam my portal, my brilliant dear.
My little Chelly's in a foreign field,
For some reason I can't explain
Once we won, there was never,
Ever an honest word...
And that was when I ruled her world.
She was the livid and wild wind,
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered panels and the sound of bombs...
My Chell couldn't believe what I'd become.
Now all of my enemies crave,
For my endless drift in space.
Just an epic on some metal strings...
Bucketsi.Buckets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before I'm 30
I want to die
to be buried
even with the decorations
& bodily equations
laid out over my skin
like tapestries of
to have "Edge" read
by a woman who leapt
over the edge of sanity
but held out her hand
to help me across the
to leave my body
to the science of
& all the crows that
followed me from
home to home,
never asking why.
before I'm 30
I want to not die
to lick the condensation
from the window
of my life
& see the world clearly
for the first time,
to be reborn
to hear a song
that tastes better than
& all the time I've spent
milling around inside
from winter to winter,
checking for ghosts
to taste the sugar
of the promised
& feel every inch
of my past slipping
into a darker hole
than I've ever
to truly live.
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
Levi x Reader Our Secret 2After sitting on Levi's lap for a while, you finally decided to go to dinner.Levi x Reader Our Secret 210 months ago in Romance More Like This
"I'll be back after dinner." You whisper in his ear, and then gently kiss his forehead.
While walking to dinner, Mikasa runs up to you and hugs you.
"(Name)? Where have you been? I've been so worried!" You smile at your worried friend.
"I apologize Mikasa, Corporal wanted to talk to me." She nods, and you both walk over to a table with Eren, Armin, Jean, and Sasha.
"How many titan kills did you get on the mission, (Name)?"
"We didn't see that many, but 3."
"How many titan kills is that all together?"
"Let me think... all together, that would 45."
Armin gives you a shocked look, and so does Jean.
"How do you get such clean cuts on the napes (Name)?" Armin asks.
"I'm not really sure, Armin. I trained really hard as a trainee.."
There was some more small talk, but everyone was mainly focused in their dinner. Jean suddenly speaks up, saying,
"Oh, (Name), I wanted to talk to you about something!" Jean gets up, and
Leer deine Taschenwind in den bäumenLeer deine Taschen1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
ihr friert so sehr
der ozean leidet
spritzt in sand
wind in den dünen
sturm fegt aufs land
keine geschichten mehr
die ihr erzählen könnt
ihr habt alles verloren
habt euch zu viel gegönnt
ihr seid das meer
ihr seid die bäume
jetzt seid ihr leer
voll toter träume
Dünen als Droge
der sturm kam euch holen
stahl euch von dort
ich wart auf den moment
an dem ihr euch stellt
euch noch gut gefällt
ich wart auf dem moment
in dem ihr alle erkennt
besitz ist nur diebstahl
an dem ihr euch eure gierigen finger verbrennt.
Breakdown Ch.3I DO NOT OWN DGM NOR HP!! tho I would really like to...Breakdown Ch.33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'...' = thoughts
"..." = talking
In the ark
Hagrid's POV, third person
It has been quiet since Dark Allen had come out. It had shocked Hagrid to see such an innocent child could have such a dark side.
It was the first time the half-giant had seen this side of Allen. And he made a note to not call the kid little again...
He was positively impressed by the ark. He had been in there before, but it never ceased to amaze him.
Although he wondered why Allen didn't just disapparate. Now he thought of it, he didn't really often see Allen use any magic at all...
Allen knew what Hagrid was thinking, but the man wouldn't understand.
Hagrid's wand had been taken from him, so it was logical for him to think it was weird for anyone with a proper wand not to use magic often.
"It feels wrong...", Allen whispered as he looked up to t
Let It No credit to TsaoShin for the amazing artLet It No11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a pawprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Never kept it in
Hell knows I don't try
Just let them see
Just let them know
Be the bad cat you always want to be
Don't conceal, just feel, just let them know
And now they know
Let it no
Let it no
Don't hold it back anymore
Let it no
Let it no
Turn away and slam the door
And I don't care what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on
The cold always bothered me anyways
It's funny how some distance makes everything seems small
And the cheer that once controlled me, can't get to me at all
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrongs, no rules for me
Let it no
Let it no
I'm one with the wind and sky
Let it no
Let it no
I'll always see you cry
Here I stand and here I slay
Let the storm rage on
My power flurries
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?You Ever Felt It8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
On WritingWrite for todayOn Writing8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
The Alice of Human Sacrifice Well we all know about Alice of human sacrifice or have at least heard about it. It is not only about violence and people getting killed it actually has a deeper meaning. This is my own interpretation of the Alice of Human Sacrifice. It is a unique yet sadistic outlook toward the four flaws in the human nature is depicted in a fascinating manner. Yes the four Alices in the video are the four flaws seen in every human being. The four flaws if you didn't guess are:The Alice of Human Sacrifice4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*The Red Alice- Rage
*The Blue Alice-Sadness/Fragileness/Vulnerability
*The Green Alice-Jealousy
*The Yellow Alice-Curiosity
Let us talk about the 1st Alice.
Just for the starters, what do you do when you are angry? I mean really, really angry? Don't you scream, shout, rave and try to break everything to pieces? Or do you cry? Well if you react like the former that was what the 1st Alice exactly did!! Why was she angry you ask? Because the dream lured her into the Wonderland and she was stuck. Frustrate
Mando'a Lesson 14Mando'a Lesson 14Mando'a Lesson 144 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This lesson is going to focus on adjectives and adverbs, because I've only been tossing in descriptive words occasionally throughout these lessons. (And it was harder to create that I realized it would be. Forget learning new languages, I may have to go back to school to relearn my English!)
Like the lesson on verbs, the lesson will be in regular text, round brackets will surround notes from me, and square brackets will be around direct "lesson quotes" from Karen Traviss' Grammar Guide. (Which can be found on her webpage, and I highly recommend downloading it for personal use.)
(Working from a list of common English adjectives and adverbs, I have compiled these lists I will have obviously missed words in the dictionary, please just bear with me.)
[Adjectives and adverbs are formed by the addition of the suffix -la or -yc, depending on which makes pronunciation easier. There is only one form of the adjecti
Mando'a Lesson 4Mando'a Lesson 4Mando'a Lesson 45 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
StormStormStorm10 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
People always say that life isn't fair, and they’re usually right. Bad things happen to good people about as often as they happen to bad people. Every once in a while, you feel like the whole world is against you, and you are alone in the fight. You’re never alone. No matter how much you push people away, how many bridges you burn, and how many ties you cut, there will always be someone there to catch you. It hurts now, but it can’t hurt forever. Don’t worry, even broken bones heal over time, and you can only see a rainbow after a storm. Here is my personal storm, and my rainbow. I’m displaying it here as a symbol of hope and love for everyone to see and to draw upon for strength in their time of need.
A few years ago I was in a very bad place. My self-esteem was beaten to a pulp, and there was nothing I could do to help myself. I had recently picked up art, seeking solace, but it brought forth quite the opposite. As stubborn as I am,
Alice of Human SacrificeAlice of Human Sacrifice TranslyricsAlice of Human Sacrifice4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Somewhere far away, there was a very tiny dream.
Such a tiny dream it was No one knew who had dreamt it.
The tiny dream began to think, 'I don't want to disappear this way. How can I make people dream of me?'
The tiny dream thought and thought. Then it finally came up with an idea.
'I'll make humans get lost in me Then let them create my world '"
The first Alice was one of spade wielding sword in hand
Gallantly she skipped through the woods and off to Wonderland
Cutting anyone and anything that blocked her path
The ground soon was soaked with her red wrath
Such an Alice was to be trapped within the trees
A criminal locked away forced to beg upon her knees
Other than the red trail she had left in the woods
There was no sign she existed and she was gone for good
The second Alice was a calm one of diamond
He would always sing a song to his dear Wonderland
The many notes he sang they twisted and they swirled
And thus he c
Daddy's 'Little' Girl - A WG 3/3Of course, the relationship between Rebecca and Andrew did not survive her gain. Not that she had expected it to, but it was still sad to see him go. Not so much for the popularity, but for the status. She had pushed that aside in her march to greater things, but it was the first period in her life that she would look back on with true nostalgia. She’d come to like Andrew, in a brotherly sort of way. And while it was stupid, she couldn’t change how she felt.Daddy's 'Little' Girl - A WG 3/32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She stood in the hall, all now 320 pounds of her, and watched him go. He would be fine, he’d grab a scrawny cheerleader and his reputation would survive. She would be alone for the last few weeks of school, but that was okay with her. She still had Dad.
Christian found himself unable to look away from the picture. It was old and the edges were starting to fray, but he still cherished it like a decades-old-heirloom. It was a picture of his late wife. He studied it long, his tablet resting, unused, on his lap. He
Mando'a Lesson 13Mando'a Lesson 13 "Opposites"Mando'a Lesson 134 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Up Laam Down Daab
East Abesh West Wasuur
North Gaht South Ka'gaht
Right Staabi Left Payt
Happy Briikase Sad Trikar'la
Angry Kaden Calm Udesla
I Am Not GreatI am the catalyst through which others become great,I Am Not Great2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The back board that earns them the winning shot.
I am but the creek that runs beside the road of fate,
Granting its trav'lers relief from their lot.
I am the dull grey that plainly lays in the background,
Illuminating their smallest twinkles.
I am the endless harmony, the less than known sound
That brightens the tone of sonant wrinkles.
So come and find me still here waiting for your glory,
Waiting for a time when I am needed.
I will let you make me the paper of your story,
The stone to weather time; to hold your lead.
Let me give you inspiration, carry out your dreams,
And experience the glow of winning
In the way that has been set for me, the shade t'your gleam;
And let me stop wishing the world should be burning.