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today is an oil spill—ugly, fluorescent,
beautiful for just a moment in passing
down some suburban street
earthquaked by tragedy.
i think i still believe
there is always a rainbow
pressing through concrete,
lining the graves
laid neatly for each of us
today i look for home
in the faces of strangers, because
i know that even if everything i love is stolen from me
i will still have kindness to give,
some color to press
into someone's hands
today i spend whole hours
getting to know my words before i speak them.
i lay them down like new lovers—
ask them what their intentions are,
if they are ripe with kindness
& ready to be picked,
or if they need to keep growing
today i take every potential future version of me
out for dinner & ask them
how many cities are swallowed
by rising oceans 10 years from now
& how many of my friends
have been taken by someone else’s hand.
i ask them what poets their lovers read most often,
& if i ever keep more flowers in my bed
between the echoes
caught up and spinning
between the echoes that stir
when I think I hear your voice
memories like birds in flight
exquisite and fleeting
the day dreams leave me shivering
The Ultimate Betrayal
The Ultimate Betrayal
“CRONA!” Meister Maka Albarn screamed as she ran to her fallen friend, Crona Gorgon. Black blood was pooling around him, and his eyes were opening and closing, showing that he was leaning in and out of consciousness. She had finally defeated the snake witch Medusa, but not without Crona getting a severe wound from Medusa. Maka’s partner and boyfriend, Soul Eater Evans, was sitting next to him, trying to keep him awake until Maka came by and examined the wound that Crona suffered.
“Crona! Don’t worry, you’ll be fine! We just need to get you to a doctor!” Maka exclaimed, holding onto Crona’s hand. Crona looked up at Maka and Soul with a weak smile on his face.
“Thank you guys…but…,” Crona whispered, taking deep breaths before he was interrupted by Soul.
“No buts! We need to get you some medical attention right now!” Soul yelled, looking for more injuries on Crona’s body.
calm at dawn...deluged at dusk
our ship lost at sea
Reading a good book
sipping a sleepy merlot
a perfect evening
Bring your brushes to
my muted color palette
I am your canvas
Worst idea ever.
When has a wall ever worked?
Swimming round and round
like a goldfish in a bowl
each and every day
treetops dressed in white
snowflakes swirling all around
this in Winter's will
Potter and Malfoy
the hero and the villain
polar vortex ends
with zero degree weather
we're still shivering
Surrounded by smog
all lit up by neon lights
Once upon a time
an evil villain stole all
the happy endings
Winter is coming
from the Wall to King's Landing
cold winds are rising
Alive in summer
beach town sleeps during winter
cold empty ghost
Mature contentSleep away camp Crossover style Prologue ScarletOkami75 8 5
An Endless Hell
Is it a sin to miss the hell,
That you survived with best of friends,
At worst of times?
I never got the answer.
Endless Night // Trivium
The evening wind caused the leaves to flutter, high in the trees, above Kris Dawes' head. A long-expired aluminum bottle of beer perspired in his hand as he watched the birds floating over the field before him. The perspiration gently dotted the steering column of his vehicle as he sat parked behind a closed gate. Red and yellow hazard signs denoted the presence of unexploded ordnance in the open farmland east of El Campo, Texas. The fact that the first shipment of fresh alcohol hadn’t made it on this day had Kris fuming behind the steering wheel.
Had Kris wanted to, a decent sized rock thrown into the area probably would’ve set something off. The land had been subject to several armored vehicles skirmishes. Beyond the vibrant warning signs, the field held several burnt-out hulks of American Abrams and Russian T-series battl
enthralled in fantasy
made of words and paper
The Autumn Lure
The Autumn Lure
Dead dreams lost in time
Alive in the memories of youth
Withered leaves left in dawn
Crying with such divine
Weeping words left heard undone
Fears of yesterday being solace to tomorrow
Memory a prism of life treasures
Lost in time a history
Such tragedy a moment in time
So, take this verse and play in long
A shared thought in a click of today
An eternity is long when you are lost without rhyme
A verse of the past is just memory of life we felt
As we wander aimless to your distant past!
I dream I am a singing Phoenix
with internal flames that blaze more radiantly than my external brethren.
My memory is long, encompassing eons,
and I possess every air, every lyric and every tune.
When I sing songs of wondrous joy flowers bloom just to hear them.
When I croon of profound sorrow the heavens crack open with the pain of the world. Oh, my universe… Through the fire I see it all, a witness in conflagration,
I taste ash at my own immolation and record its melody for posterity in my heart- -
- -With the morning, I rise again.
Ten Kekkei Tota
The 10 Kekkei Tota
Fire + Wind + Earth = Dust
Fire + Wind + Lightning = Nuclear
Fire + Wind + Water = Glass
Fire + Lightning + Water = Smog
Fire + Lighting + Earth = Bullet
Fire + Earth + Water = Tar
Wind + Lightning + Earth = Gravity
Wind + Lightning + Water = Blizzard
Wind + Earth + Water = Rust
Earth + Water + Lightning = Poison
Nuclear Release: This chakra nature appears glowing white hot and is the hottest chakra nature in existence. In addition to its heat, it gives off an intense amount of energy in the form of gama radiations which can cause long term damage to living tissue. This chakra nature can also vaporize other chakra.
Glass Release: This chakra nature allows the user to create and manipulate glass.
Smog Release: this chakra nature appears as a black gaseous substance that has high acidic properties and can corrode through any material including chakra itself.
Bullet Release: Allows the user to create and hurdle small peaces of metallic shrapnel. The small pieces o
It's Where My Demons Hide (Good Omens)
To be honest with himself, Aziraphale could have honestly been more prepared than what he was currently going though.
It seemed (at least for a while) that he had all the time in the world, but the rhythmic cramping of his stomach isn’t letting up, no matter what speed he waddled, hands splayed on his lower back with his teeth grit and wings fluffed and tense like the rest of him.
Letting out a deep, jet like breath after the pain tapered off, he made a small noise of pain as he settled gingerly onto the edge of the hotel bed, twisting it’s crisp white sheets in his free hand as the other ran up his neck and raked though his rather damp with sweat white hair.
God, why did he choose to even do this? What did his choose this fate of all the ones he could have had? He had hated all of it, loathed it even, while at the same time he loved every second even if he knew that he wouldn’t survive.
This was all that godforsaken ruby red dickhead’s fault.
Did he have to be
Accidental Ambassadors Chapter 1 Full Text
After a hundred days flown on this mission, a hundred days exploring this part of the galaxy and finding little better than simple plants and animals, Captain Albert Denbigh didn’t expect to find anything worth bringing back home to Agenoria. His ship, ACSV Fiammetta Wilson, could fly through hyperspace at a thousand times the speed of light, but there were days when that felt too slow. He didn't want to wonder if he should have kept his old job, but those thoughts were starting to creep into his mind.
This shift, piloting the ship from the flight control station on the cramped bridge, Denbigh wished he could see better through hyperspace. Denbigh remembered riding a roller coaster at night, close to thirty years ago now, not knowing where exactly he was or in which direction he was moving. Flying through hyperspace didn't throw him around like the coaster did, but it had taken a year to feel comfortable. Still, the only way to take a s
A Shattered Realms story
Fort Barviel - Zradian army training camp - Duchy of Zrada
"Blood Week is a yearly requirement. Bonded Pairs are stripped of their partners and undergo five days of solid, continuous training while suffering both food and sleep deprivation. They are tested physically, mentally, and morally, relying on each other, not their bond-partners, to overcome the challenges and obstacles they will endure. We do this to hold ourselves accountable, to ensure that the Order's strict standards are adhered too, and to further strengthen the trust between the public and the Order." - Julia Hart, Master of Riders
The dawn of a chill autumn morning marked the beginning of Blood Week. Elyse was relieved when she and her fellow Bonded were roused from their restless slumber and corralled outside, leaving the tense quiet of the barracks for the hustle and bustle of Fort Barviel. Even in the half-light of the breaking day, the la
Iron-dad is canon
I wanted to talk about a character relationship duo that I find interesting in the Avenger's series: Tony Stark & Peter Parker. I always liked the family bond they seem to share, like father & son.
So I was rewatching the other Avengers, and recently I rewatched Homecoming, and there’s this particular scene:
Peter is on the boat, trying to stop the bad guys, and then Tony calls him in the middle of his investigation.
Peter’s lying to him saying he’s at school, but it’s what Tony says that’s important:
Tony: “Nice work in DC. My dad never really gave me a lot of support, and I’m just trying to break the cycle of shame.”
Peter: “Uh, I’m kind of in the middle of something…”
Tony: “Don’t cut me off when I’m complimenting you.”
He’s trying to break the cycle of bad parenting
her mirrored heart still shining
fairy resting place
her body turned to dark stone
memory never fading
Mature contentThe Bones of Russia CircleDreams 8 5
It's in the way he walks
With that cautious step
With those crinkling eyes
Mouth permanently set
To an upward twitch
So when it lights on you
That golden gaze
That electrum grin
A little bit shy, a little bit thin,
You stop and you think:
What did I ever do?
What wars did I win?
What dragons did I kill?
What giants did I fell?
That you look at me now
Like the hounds of hell
Couldn't hold me down?
He believes it, you can hear it
In the way he talks
He's convinced, you can see it
In the way he walks.
Raise Your Swords
Defenders of life
your swords become lightbringer
for the Night King approaches
Take my fire, my flame
illuminate the shadows
deliver another dawn
Another quick animatic I did.