Dear Journal,Dear Journal,
I must console in you at the moment, a paperback book, who's insides consist of my deepest secrets, desires and fears.
I haven't written in a while, I know, and I apologize, but I haven't found a reason to scrawl out my emotions of late. I was very happy. Even Astral was surprised that I hadn't had any outbursts of late, which -in all honesty- is completely miraculous.
Now... now I fear for my Love. He say the voices are back, and I can see the fear in his eyes. He's afraid of hurting me, though I know it isn't possible to physically do so. At least not too badly. Not that I would fight back anyhow, I wouldn't want to hurt hi
Skoodge - Karma"Weren't you the two that said 'We don't need you anymore.'? How I begged you to let me stay on the Massive, but you said my mission was over and I had to leave?More Like This
There's a saying: 'What goes around comes around and what goes up must come down.'
I sacrificed so much for you, but when it's time to return the favor, you never came through... Now your crying and begging for help. Threatening, bribing... The latter might have worked if I believed that you'd actually go through with it.
Our whole world jolts and you're stuck in the middle of the war you caused... It was foolish to invade upon the Vortians, our long time allies. But you didn't ca
Drabble - Blood Test“Brother, Do calm down. It’ll be over before you know it! “More Like This
“Y-yeah, I know. “
The alchemist nodded his head staring down onto his lap where his gloved fingers gently twiddled with one another, his eyes very now and then flitted around the room but each flit caused the nervous churn to grind uncomfortable in his stomach making him even more sick.
He was at the doctor’s sitting in the quiet waiting room with his armored big little brother, Who needed two seats to take his armored form, Alphonse flicked through a weekly magazine that was provided, He wasn’t really the one to read these but they were
Scourge the Hedgehog: Lock Down pt 3'A few days ago, my girl Fiona got herself arrested along with the rest of the Destructix team. They were going to bust me out of the Zone Jail. Except i've been on the bottom of the food chain since I got here. A gang showing up to rescue me would certainly tick off all the wrong people. So..I was less than charitable to their offer. But Fiona's right--if im going to bust out, I need back up or im screwed. Yesterday, I managed to get Sgt. Simian and Predator Hawk to sign on. So two down...two to go.' Scourge thought as he walked out to the prison yard once again. And just in time as Jeffrey St. Croix was about to punch Horizon-tal in the face.More Like This
"Quit yer flailing! Do you want to me?" He asked, holding him above the ground with a fist held back.
"N-n-no sir!" Horizon-tal stuttered, while Scourge normally didnt care for other people, those two didnt deserve this. He tackled Croix down to the ground, releasing Horizon-tal.
"Hey, Jeff! You get tir
Scourge the Hedgehog: Lock Down pt 2Normal POVMore Like This
Once again at the Zone Jail Scourge was being beaten and tosses around by the other prisoners.
"Dont push him around too hard boys, he might start crying!" A prisoner that looked like Jet said, the other guys laughed as he was being tossed around in a circle. Getting quite dizzy and having second thoughts on not needing the Destructix help.
'I dont care how lame the Destructix might be! If they can get me out of this place, it'll be worth making nice with them!' Scourge thought, sickened by this jail cell and all the thugs in it. Thankfully, the guards broke the fight up and Scourge just dusted himself off.
"Were rooting for yo
Scourge the Hedgehog: Lock Down pt.1Normal POVMore Like This
'I used to be a nobody. No, worse--I was a knock-off. An evil Sonic, on an evil Mobius. Then with a little boost of the Master Emerald, I finally became a somebody--a real Scourge! Nobody could step to me, not Sonic, not Shadow...and not even my world. I stomped everyone into submission and made myself a king. But some small minds didnt like that, of course, but when they came at me however..I used my stash of anarchy beryl and turned into Super Scourge! I was at the top of my game! I was invincible. But now look at me. Im just a new punk in a prison.' Scourge thought, walking around the prison yard. While walking, some other prisoners had started calling him snot cause of his hair.
'Take, for example, these guys. Back in the day, I could tear these jokers to shreds. But in here...IM the joke.' Scourge thought as the three prisoners beat him up. A biggest one threw him into the dirt.
'And the only thing that's worse than being lowe
Fiona's Secret Boyfriend, Sonic's Anti Rival"How could you?!" Amy yelled, slamming her hammer down and almost crushing Fiona. She was walking across the golf field outside the Freedom Fighter HQ, alone as it seemed. She had been disappearing from Sonic for a while now and no one had a clue. No one but Amy Rose that was.More Like This
"Whoa!" Fiona yelled, dodging the piko-piko hammer from killing her.
"We trusted you! Sonic trusted you! With his heart!" Amy yelled, trying to hit her again.
"Would you hold on a second, crazy?! Now whats this all about?" Fiona asked, not in the mood for this.
'IB' Chapter 16More Like This
Dib bit down firmly on his lip before shakily stepping forward and pulling him slowly up the creaky stairs. Since it was dark, he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see a bit clearer in the small amount of light that he had. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, whispering the Irken’s name in an attempt to draw him out from his hiding place. In a situation such as this, Dib preferred to know where Zim was rather than him be out of sight with the possibility of a surprise attack.
After a minute of crawling painfully slow up the stairs, he finally made it to the top with the sight of the illuminated room at the end of
TomboyShe prefers pink,More Like This
I prefer green.
She prefers high heels,
I prefer sneakers.
She likes skin tight, frilly shirts,
I prefer baggy tees.
She wears bracelets,
I wear wrist bands.
She's afraid to get down and dirty,
I love to get a little dirty.
She hates video games,
WHAT!? ARE YOU INSANE! I LOVE VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!
She is boy crazy,
I just like hanging out and being friends with the dudes.
She hates sports,
I"m a sports fanatic,
She is in love with herself,
She's a girly girl,
I'M A TOMBOY.
Time for BedBenson and Pops walked into the living room to find Mordecai and Rigby asleep in the couch after a long day of work. Benson forced them to work most of the day as punishment for throwing water balloons at the people who visited the park.More Like This
"MOR-!" Benson started, but was cut off by Pops, who placed a hand on his mouth.
"Wait, Benson. They look very tired. Why don't we carry them to their rooms." Said Pops.
Benson stared at his own boss like he was insane.
"Pops, I'm not going to carry them to bed, they may act like kids but are grown men."
"But when I sleep here you make Skips carry me to my bed and I'm much older than them."
"I'm still n
My AgathaAugustus Nod sat alone in his office. Heimertz, Dahlia, the twins and Pet had long since they went to sleep so the old man was left all alone with his thoughts. He rummaged through his desk looking for something to do. He revised all the drawers except one, which was the one were he kept everything related to his deceased wife, Constance and daughter, Agatha.More Like This
Edgar and Ellen had showed him Agatha's letters and her picture with Pierre. He didn't want to admit it but it really hurt him seeing such a sad look on her beautiful eyes. He sometimes considered going to the cementery and search for her tomb, but knowing Thaddeus' family they wouldn't
updates +new commission optionssorry for that last journal, i was just bitching.More Like This
but i deleted it.
1. well, im still low on points, so PIXEL ART is now a commission option
so if you would like a new icon, animation or just a still pixel image, check out prices on my page!
2. me and mum have been thinking of doing a seiries of mini comics, mainly about zombies XDD their very funny idea's,
mum would be doing the lineart then scanning it, then i would be coloring it and posting it
not sure when we'll be doing this but we will when my sister gives us the chance
3. would you guy's be interested in some shirts?
again- i was talking to mum and she suggested me having my own website and selling stuff
shirts would have designs like this
there will be one with and another without text.
4. i have a new camera, and i WILL be making youtube video's of some kind, im not sure
CheatsThe light makes cheatsMore Like This
of us both,
so we change clothes
in the greedy dark
or thinking twice.
We do not touch,
our skin afraid to lose
or breathe too close.
We pass in the street
but do not acknowledge
in the glare of taxi cabs
or the stiff pull of elevators.
We do not rub elbows
or let our shoulder blades
But I would know you
anywhere - any place
the sun is uneasy
and the skin of us
or strangers are told
in another direction.
ask rainbow princessyup im starting it up againMore Like This
ask her your questions down below
Cloned to die : Clone x Romano x readerMore Like This
''All I need you to do is pretend to be me for 2 weeks _________________. That's all.'' Your twin sister was in your house. She had flown all the way from Italy to get you to take her place for her because she had to go somewhere and her husband wouldn't let her.
''Isabella no, I can't. I have a life too.'' You said. As much as you had always wanted to go to Italy, You hadn't seen your sister in 13 years. You didn't even know her husband or her step sons. The only reason she had come all the way was because she needed a favor and she had taken advantage of the fact that she was on a business trip to ask you.
''Please. The plan is simple
Broken PlansA/N: Just a small drabble I did a while ago ^^ It's AU.More Like This
Nara Shikamaru wondered how the hell he ended up in his current situation. He liked to think that he was a normal guy that was extremely lazy. With the exception being that he was a genius.
He decided that even though he was a genius that he'd have a normal life, highschool with good enough grades so his mother doesn't kill him. Get into a good college, get the diplomas. And then the next step came his love life fret college once he got a job.
He'd meet a normal woman, not to ugly not too beautiful, not to loud not t
Hey Everyone...Hey Everyone:More Like This
I got a message from a very talented person. Her name is FayeTale :iconFayeTale: and she uploaded a new drawing of the "Unnamed Girl" in Part Four of Once was Burn Again.
Link to the picture made by FayeTale: http://fayetale.deviantart.com/art/A-sad-angel-without-name-372168319
Link to my story: http://jastar4.deviantart.com/art/Once-Was-Burn-Again-360461662
Please give FayeTale a visit, she amazing.
Thank you all for watching, and keep up the fabulous work. You all are amazing. <3 And have a great day/night.
Lost in LifeEveryone travels as if they are in a hurry.More Like This
Even though they have nowhere to go.
No predetermined destination.
But the faster they go the less their minds wander.
And the less their minds wander,
The less they think of how lost they are,
Because everybody wants to feel as if they have a place in this world.
No one wants to admit to the commonly shared fear,
Of a lift spent drifting in a daze.
We all want to find something
Be it friends, family, ourselves.
Or maybe just a place to call home.
One year later.....It has been one yearMore Like This
One year since I have heard your voice
Heard your laugh
Seen your smile
The year has been hard, I will admit
You were my everything, and then became my nothing
Nothing but memories
Some are wonderful
Some are horrible
And some unforgettable
I laughed with you
I talked with you
I relied on you
You were my savior, that cold December night
And for that I will be ever thankful
You were my confident
Who knows the darkest corners of my soul
Who knows the truths behind my many lies
And even after everything, I still trust you with them completely
You were my first in a lot of ways
My first kiss
My first hug
The Weight of the WorldShe tries to stay composedMore Like This
She tries to pretend that her world is not breaking
Silent tears stream down her face
She tries to pretend they are not there
She tries to stay strong
But the tears persist,
Becoming harder to stifle
She tries to stop them
But the few tears become heart wrenching sobs
They wrack her body violently
Almost to the point of pain
She tries to stay standing
But she falls
She falls to her knees
As her world falls apart
And as she falls apart with it
Unspoken GoodbyesThe world crashes in around youMore Like This
As memories of times you shared flash behind your eyes
Of the childish bickering and the playful banter
And of the childish games that you thought were so complex
From a secret language to playing spies
So many memories you shared with just one person
Summers spent outside until the daylight flickered and died
You were always at her house
Or she was always at yours
The small distance keeping you apart
Felt like walking the world three times over
You were always going where you were forbidden to go
Leaving the neighborhood or going into the woods
Messing with the neighbors or sneaking away to the pa
RegretA young man sits in an uncomfortable plastic chair,More Like This
As he drowns in the nostalgic memories of his youth.
He remembers a time when he was a small child,
Constantly complaining to his father,
About how he wanted to grow up, see the world, and live forever.
And every time, his father would smile a small, hollow smile,
And every time he would say,
"Son, slow down. Be a child and see the world through your innocent eyes for just a little while longer, because you will regret not doing so once you see the harsh reality of the real world."
But he was naive and impatient and impulsive,
Wanting nothing more than to grow up
And he had not tak
LeavingThe world passing by in a blurMore Like This
A thin sheet of glass covered by rain
Mirroring the tears that stream down her face
Her thoughts are a messy jumble
As she leaves her past life behind her
Determined to reinvent herself
To start anew
She holds her tattered bag close to her frail body
Mindful of the bruises covering her ribs
Thirty- six dollars and a head full of dreams
While behind her is nothing but pain
Maybe leaving home is not a good idea....?
But it never was your home....
They never loved you.....
Answers the Voice
Forget about them....
Her mind is still a mess
Her nerves are still frayed
Eternal RestShe sits by her window and dreamsMore Like This
Dreams of sleeping forever
To fall asleep and never wake
To be eternally at peace
What a wondrous feeling it must be
To never again have to think
To never again have to worry
To never again be alive
How freeing it must be
She just wants to die
As simple as that may sound
She is not trying to gain attention
She just wants to escape
A reality that everyday brings her to her knees
Thoughts of Death plague her daily
She can not deny them entrance any longer
But she can smile
And she can laugh
And pretend as if her dying day has not been already
The Prince and The PeasantShe pressed her pale handsMore Like This
To the frozen glass
Staring at the moon
Hiding behind darkened clouds
Missing someone she loved dearly
He sat in his regal chair
Surrounded by noise
Staring at the bright winter moon
Through a window high above
Wondering is she could see it too
Reality and InsanityIn a fieldMore Like This
Where horses roam
Sits a young girl
Who sings beautifully
In a field
Where mountains grow
Sits a young girl
Who dreams vividly
In a field
Where the flowers dance
Sits a young girl
Who cries silently
In a field
Where people cannot go
Sits a young girl
Who dreams vividly of singing beautifully
In a field
Where water flows
Sits a young girl
Who cries silently because she cannot sing beautifully anymore
In a mental hospital
Where reality is
Sits a young girl
Who lives in her head
In a white padded room
Where the horses don't roam, where the mountains don't grow, where the flowers don't dance
Sits a young girl
PoetryWhen the words sound so right in your headMore Like This
But then on paper they flatter and fail
A corrupted connection between mind and soul
When the words sit heavy in your heart
But then are forgotten as you write them frantically
A mistake that leaves you with no way to release the anguish
When the poems you write sound fantastical, only to you
But then to others are an emotional jumble of words
A phenomenon that happens much too often
When you break your format
Because your inspiration has ended
And you are left with nothing more to add
But have to add something for the sake of addition
When you write countless poems
But no one ever noti