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Promoted Deviations

Literature

Invisible to the World

There are seasons in a life when the world does not so much reject you as it simply fails to register your presence—like ink written on glass rather than paper, visible only when the light strikes at a particular, merciless angle. You begin to suspect that you are not unheard, but unreceived. That your words do not vanish; they never arrive. That your existence is not denied by others, but merely uninscribed in their inner lexicon of what is worth noticing. And in this subtle distinction—this almost metaphysical administrative error—you begin to dissolve. I learned to walk through days as one traverses an unindexed page of a vast and indifferent manuscript. People passed me like weather passes over stone: not cruelly, not kindly, simply according to laws that have no obligation to acknowledge the solitary object beneath them. Conversations unfolded nearby, yet never quite with me; laughter erupted like a language I could translate but never inhabit. Even silence, which once felt like

Literature

A SILENT PRAYER IN THE NIGHT

Flightless, the light of Angels Candle light, lanterns lit up in the sky A Roman candle A feather and quill Bygone days The ancients call Passages, part of ways Ink stains the hands of time Cradled in the night A sonnet and a song bird Destiny's calling A musical note A choir and a symphony A distant dream, starry night A falling star Lit up the skies Of endless possibilities Taken towards the light Faded into obscurity A revisited prayer A naked flame A halo ignited Lit candles, at the altar of slience Of God's fury Of bonfires exploding into the light of darkness

Literature

UNTIL THE BITTER END OF REASONING WHY

Blind faith The wishful The sinful And the faithful Fated and baited A white lie A lier and a lie Tears on fire The animal A lover's pride The last supper The right of passage The Grace of God The monsters within Caged inside Without question With no answers No fate or chance No explanation Or example In reasoning, or control Freedom's edge Free will The free mind Destiny's calling Heavens end Exploding into the light A smoke screen Lit up a cigarette A discarded love And a flickering light The red light district In the distance Calling you out Throwing back Bloody Mary's Talking to God On a crossed line Looking for love in all the wrong places The Devil's advocate For the love of the hunt A lover's heartbeat A loaded gun and a loaded dice A divided mind Rings of fire SOS A truce or treaty No peace or victory The lost, the forgotten and the unforgiven The wasted and the wanted Death's end Tortured to know why and the new frontier Dead or alive Dead

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PuddingValkyrie

Literature

Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 22 - Elf

Miss Prince/VDBiF universe only. And I really, really mean it because my elves are different in every book universe o.o Also I just realised I have a lot of elves I guess. Elves look human aside from their pointy ears. They are roughly the equivalent of humans on Gaia having populated a great deal of the planet, having many different countries and cultures and not being terribly magically inclined as a whole. However they share their planet with a lot of very magically inclined races and tend to have a lot of weapons and weapons training to make up for it. They are not completely devoid of magical ability and are very good at crafting magical items or enchanting ordinary items. They can become very skilled in magic indeed. But there is a tendency for elves to snub magical teachings outside of enchantment because almost every other race on the planet looks down on them for not being magical enough. Though it is easy to mistake them for fairies... don't. There is a particularly

Literature

Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 6 - Genie

I spelled this 'genie' for the sake of the head canon meme, but I am now going to resume using the spelling djinni. Once again, this info relates specifically to the djinni in the Miss Prince/VDBiF universe.Djinni are a (usually) nomadic, magical race very much like fairies. It is likely that fairies, djinni and elves all evolved from a single people. I wouldn't say that to their faces though... Some settled down centuries ago, and, noticing that the humans did not suffer from some things that their own people did, they deliberately set out to marry humans. This led to them getting a reputation for seducing humans and they were called succubi and incubi. It is a reputation that persists to this day. They have a lifespan of about 150-160 yearsThey have a very high magical aptitude, comparable to fairies.Unlike fairies, they use magic for specific things and there are rules about what magic should and shouldn't be used for. This is due to their noticing that excess magic use

Literature

Otherworlds Magic Guide

WARNING: Contains Miss Prince spoilers. It's been out nearly 3 years though, so if you haven't read it by now you won't care, I guess?Performing magic in the Otherworlds is a lot like creating art.Completed spells are like a finished picture. You want to draw a person? You could start with some rough shapes, draw an underlying sketch, refine the linework, ink it, colour it, shade it, add a background. Or you could draw a stick figure. You could use chalk, or paint, or you could draw digitally. You could use rope or old T-shirts or papercraft.Casting a spell is a lot like that. You could pin magic to an object using magical writing or y...

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Literature

How The Three Times Table Started

Fifteen: Three, you're early! I mean, you can't come in! Three: But it's the Three Club meeting! Fifteen: Yes, but... [Fifteen notices the birds tweeting as they fly by.] Fifteen: It's such a lovely day, why don't you... go bird-watching first? Three: I love bird-watching! Fifteen: Great, see you later! [sighs in relief as she leaves] Three: Oh! Oops, forgot my trinoculars! [Three enters through the door unnoticed.] Three: Trinoculars... [gasps] Ooh, some sort of party! Fifteen: Uh... Ahh... Ooh... [Three looks through the peephole.] Three: Fifteen! She told me not to come in! Better not let her see me. Ha! [Three finds a Magic Mirror.] Double Three: Two Threes are... Six: Six! Fifteen: Thank you, Six. You're early. Six: Yep, just me. Definitely not Three. Fifteen: Hush-hush! Remember, whatever you do, don't let Three in. [Six sighs in relief as she splits into two Threes.] New Three: A party! How exciting! OG Three: But we're not supposed to be here! Let's go before- [A knocking is

Literature

You Are A Pirate

[One rides her scooter with the magic mirror until she finds a second magic mirror] One: Here it is! Time to make some friends! Ah. One: One, and Another One... Two: ...is two! One and Two: That's what magic mirrors do, they make another one of you! Two: Two... One: ...and another one... Three: ...is three! One, Two, and Three: Mirror magic, can't you see? Makes another you and me! One, Two, and Three: That's what magic mirrors do, Three: ...they make another one of you! One, Two, and Three: With magic mirrors making friends, the magic never ends! Three: Three... One: ...and another one... Four: ...is four! One, Two, Three, and Four: Each time one more than before, a brand new friend to take the floor! Four: Four... One: ...and another one... Five: ...is five! One, Two, Three, Four, and Five: Watch the magic come alive, as one by one we all arrive! [Five twangs her guitar] Five: Five... One:' ...and another one... Six: ...is six! Six: One more number in the mix, a pal to join in all

Literature

How The Nine Times Table Started

[Ninety magically appears on the stage.] Ninety: Hello magic fans! Numberblobs: [cheer] Ninety: Ninety here to introduce you all our first magical guest! Ninety: But who could it be? Ninety: I know a trick that can let you find all of them! Ninety: For the first Magical Nine, put down your first finger. How many fingers are still out right? Numberblobs: Nine! [Nine magically appears.] Numberblobs: Yay! [Nine's number is added to the line of flags.] Nine: Now that's magic! Ninety: Who's our second Magical Nine? It's easy to find out. Ninety: Just put down your second finger. How many fingers to the left of the one we put down? Numberblobs: One! Ninety: And how many to the right? Three and Five that makes eight fingers! Ninety: One finger on the left means one lot of ten, eight fingers on the right means eight ones. And Ten and Eight are... Ninety and the Numberblobs: Eighteen! Eighteen: That's me, Eighteen! Wanna see a vanishing trick? Now you see me, Brrrm! [The Numberblobs cheer as

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Literature

The Twilight Effect

sensible looking girl ((Dark clothes, modest dress, cute looking, pony tail brown hair) reads book "Ugh, i can't believe I'm reading this crap."dress starts turning pink. "You know, Edward's sorta cute..."hair turns frilly."What was i saying earlier?"Pink lace appears "OMG. Edward is a hawtie!" Last scene: ((Girl on phone.)) "Hey, like, Raimundo?""It's... Sam. Your boyfriend?""Like, whatever. I just called to tell you, that you like, need to get a makeover. And turn into Edward. Or I'm, like... dumping your ass. Goodby~e."

Literature

Marian

My hair billows out behind me as I cry, the wind sweeping across the rock I sat down on. I don't move to wipe them away, wondering how long I'll be able to cry. My tears never last for long, these days. It's my own fault.It's been my fault since I was sixteen, sitting in the orphanage and looking in that bloody spell book. The thing I cast was what the people of this world would call a love spell. That's not really what it is, though. My people called it the "The Best Friend," for the most part. It was meant to help you find your soul mate, and smooth the way so that your own hearts could do the rest Only, I wasn't in the right dimension,...

Literature

Princess Argol -TG

Argol adjusted the mirror on his wall, trying to align the gold frame properly with his white cast walls; he'd bought it cheap at the flea market, a three dollar purchase with a tacky orange price sticker still attached to the glass. The women who'd owned it had insisted it had magical powers; that it was cursed; that he'd look absolutely beautiful in it.He'd said to stop haggling up the price, and pack the damn thing. It looked good on his wall. The gold frame was delicately wrought with patterns almost reminiscent of air, forming little eddies at the corner. The glass was smooth, showing a clear reflection without any distortion, located...

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Rewrites and Movie Ideas

Literature

Don Bluth's The Velveteen Rabbit:

Back at it again with my fan made Don Bluth movies and this time, I'm doing another scrapped project of Don's that never got off the ground; Don's adaptation of a childhood classic, The Velveteen Rabbit. I saw the concept art for it (shown here https://donbluth.fandom.com/wiki/The_Velveteen_Rabbit) and holy crap, it looked so good! So, since Don Bluth never made it into a full movie, here are some ideas of how I think it would go... -Synopsis: Taking place in the 1980s, a young boy named Gregory (Greg for short) receives a Velveteen Rabbit made by his grandmother for Christmas and due to him being a gift of love, the Velveteen Rabbit becomes one of Greg’s favorite toys. Whenever the Velveteen Rabbit plays with him, he feels so alive, like he’s a real rabbit. He learns from an old Skin Horse named Bronco that when the boy loves him enough, he will indeed become a real rabbit and the Velveteen Rabbit strives to become so. Unfortunately, his dream is threatened by a gang of modern toys

Literature

Don Bluth's The Little Mermaid:

GOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRNNNNIIIIIING DEVIANTART!!!! Colinidas here and bringing you a brand new set of original movie ideas! This first one is a Don Bluth adaptation of Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid. I know, I know, I've done adaptations of this story out the old wazoo, but The Little Mermaid has always been one of my fave stories because it's so addicting. It's a story of love, transformation, and sacrifice, a story that gives us insight on two different worlds and how far somebody would go to be with the one they love. Anyhow, here's what I got in mind... -The Undersea Kingdom will be a dark and surreal but ethereal and beautiful place. The various buildings are lines with bioluminescent algae, sea anemone, sea squirts, and pearls, which become more vibrant at night. In addition to a lot of the buildings being made of a combination of sea stone and sunken wrecks (empathizing how humans can fall victims to the power of the sea), the Sea King's palace is made

Literature

Don Bluth's Pinocchio Adaptation:

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNNIIIIING DEVIANTART!!!! Colinidas here and bringing you a brand new set of original movie ideas! Starting us off will be a Don Bluth adaptation of Pinocchio because personally, I always wondered what would happen if he did. The original story by Carlo Collodi is admittedly very dark and Guillermo Del Toro cranked that up to eleven by having it placed in Fascist Italy...which I decided to do in this one but with my spin. Anyhow, here's what I have in mind... -The movie will be set during 1920s Italy, before Mussolini ever takes power, and will explore what it truly means to be a "Real Boy". In fact, so called "Real Boys" are more puppets than Pinocchio is due to doing everything they're told without question. -Geppetto is a former WWI soldier who not only lost leg during the conflict (resulting in him getting a wooden leg), but also his beloved son Enrico...who was just about to become a father when his wife announced the baby she was pregnant

poetry

Literature

The Silver Needle and the Mountain Stream

The pen hovers above the drawing pad, A silver needle stitched into the silence Of the white paper. This is the edge of the transition: The heavy pause before the ink breaks, The sudden spark where the abstract Becomes a solid, permanent line. Then comes the momentum, the quickening pulse, As the first stanza spills like a mountain stream. The nib glides across the tooth of the paper With a velocity the mind can barely track. Metaphors gather weight as they roll And speed like water in a narrow valley Tumbling forward until the ink flows like a Living current from the mind to the waiting paper, Blurring the border between the hand and the thought. The letters lean forward, breathless and urgent, Tracing the path of a feeling that refuses to stay still. It is the rhythm of a heart finding its stride. The transition from a spark to a steady flame, Until the final period is placed as a sudden brake On a speeding carriage. But the paper still vibrates with the heat of The race that just

Literature

Poem: Old Soul's Grief

(337 words) The unbidden feeling arrived this morning without a concrete reason. Without making itself known beforehand. It simply opened inside of me like a brittle seam suddenly giving way to a taste of iron behind the tongue, to salty tears and a pressure in the ribs. As if something inside is folding outward to make space for a different, for an ancient kind of ache. I began to search my life for the fresh wound, for the obvious cause of this hurt. For the one clean story that would make this feeling make sense and be explainable. But I find nothing but ordinary hours and intact doors, some opening, some closed for good. Yet still, something inside me is bleeding, like remembering with the wrong organ. And the open seam begins to feel like a tear in the fabric of the current day, where another life finally pushes through. I believe in Old Souls, and I believe they carry the ever-changing weather from other lives. And sometimes those storms return without warning, because the

Literature

A Tribute to Life

Through time and endless space, life’s miracles keep their pace; a sacred tide, a holy blaze, a divine pulse that never fades. Like rivers through eternal sky, they whisper softly: Live, it's frightful not to live. And in that vast and shining blue, we rise as birds with wings anew. For just a breath, for just a flight, we taste existence, pure and bright, the fragile gift, the secret art, of beating hope within the heart. We journey on through loss and doubt, through questions never figured out; yet trust that in the quiet deep unseen victories gently sleep. To love beyond what eyes can see, to walk the road of destiny; to turn the pain that finds us all into a prayer that breaks the wall. A silent revolution born from wounded night to brighter morn. To guard this life with steadfast hands against harsh wars and barren lands, against the hunger, stark, unfair, the wound of want in open air. To live, and learn to live once more, with childlike wonder at the

x reader

Literature

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 15

(Seras P.O.V)" Zhis really takes zhe bloody cake. 'e's a monster. It's like 'e really is an 'onest to god wolf-man. "Panting as gold, silver, and money fell around us, I nodded in agreement to the Frenchman in my head. "A werewolf...!!" Suddenly, a sparkle from the floor caught my eye and I kneeled down to pick it up. 'A gold tooth...!! Is this some kind of filling...?!' I gaped a little and looked more at the items at my feet. "T-then...All of this is...!!"" I reckon so. It's what zhese SS guys stole when zhey ransacked Europe fifty years ago. All zhese golf ingots, bank-note rolls, and watches scattered around 'ere. Even zhat filling was...

Literature

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 14

(Alucard P.O.V)"Master!!"Who? Who is it? Who? Who calls me?"Masterrr!!"I...I know this voice...Don't I? I had heard it once, I know it. But..."ALUCARD!!!"Instantly my eyes snapped open with bloody tears coming from the sockets. Looking around me, I watched as both my student and Queen took hold of the bayonet still lodged into my body. Both their grips on the blade was strong, but both their strength combined wasn't enough to remove it. Anderson, who was glaring at the two who dared try to stop him, gripped the handle of the bayonet tightly and tried to force it back inside, his vines coming from his body and onto their gloved hands, surpr...

Literature

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 13

"________!! ________!!" You shook as you touched the sharp weapon lodged within your chest. Blood soaked through your uniform from the fatal wound and spilled to the ground in large drops. Glancing over to the person who had most likely caused your inevitable demise, you had quickly noticed how her eyes were wide with shock as she stared down at her hands. She honestly didn't think she'd do it. She was just angry, that's all. All that shit she said since she had first found out about you working for Hellsing was complete and utter rage filled bullshit! Or at least, that's what her conscious kept telling her as she continued to stare at her...

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Promoted Deviations

Literature

Invisible to the World

There are seasons in a life when the world does not so much reject you as it simply fails to register your presence—like ink written on glass rather than paper, visible only when the light strikes at a particular, merciless angle. You begin to suspect that you are not unheard, but unreceived. That your words do not vanish; they never arrive. That your existence is not denied by others, but merely uninscribed in their inner lexicon of what is worth noticing. And in this subtle distinction—this almost metaphysical administrative error—you begin to dissolve. I learned to walk through days as one traverses an unindexed page of a vast and indifferent manuscript. People passed me like weather passes over stone: not cruelly, not kindly, simply according to laws that have no obligation to acknowledge the solitary object beneath them. Conversations unfolded nearby, yet never quite with me; laughter erupted like a language I could translate but never inhabit. Even silence, which once felt like

Literature

A SILENT PRAYER IN THE NIGHT

Flightless, the light of Angels Candle light, lanterns lit up in the sky A Roman candle A feather and quill Bygone days The ancients call Passages, part of ways Ink stains the hands of time Cradled in the night A sonnet and a song bird Destiny's calling A musical note A choir and a symphony A distant dream, starry night A falling star Lit up the skies Of endless possibilities Taken towards the light Faded into obscurity A revisited prayer A naked flame A halo ignited Lit candles, at the altar of slience Of God's fury Of bonfires exploding into the light of darkness

Literature

UNTIL THE BITTER END OF REASONING WHY

Blind faith The wishful The sinful And the faithful Fated and baited A white lie A lier and a lie Tears on fire The animal A lover's pride The last supper The right of passage The Grace of God The monsters within Caged inside Without question With no answers No fate or chance No explanation Or example In reasoning, or control Freedom's edge Free will The free mind Destiny's calling Heavens end Exploding into the light A smoke screen Lit up a cigarette A discarded love And a flickering light The red light district In the distance Calling you out Throwing back Bloody Mary's Talking to God On a crossed line Looking for love in all the wrong places The Devil's advocate For the love of the hunt A lover's heartbeat A loaded gun and a loaded dice A divided mind Rings of fire SOS A truce or treaty No peace or victory The lost, the forgotten and the unforgiven The wasted and the wanted Death's end Tortured to know why and the new frontier Dead or alive Dead

Suggested Deviants

PuddingValkyrie

Literature

Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 22 - Elf

Miss Prince/VDBiF universe only. And I really, really mean it because my elves are different in every book universe o.o Also I just realised I have a lot of elves I guess. Elves look human aside from their pointy ears. They are roughly the equivalent of humans on Gaia having populated a great deal of the planet, having many different countries and cultures and not being terribly magically inclined as a whole. However they share their planet with a lot of very magically inclined races and tend to have a lot of weapons and weapons training to make up for it. They are not completely devoid of magical ability and are very good at crafting magical items or enchanting ordinary items. They can become very skilled in magic indeed. But there is a tendency for elves to snub magical teachings outside of enchantment because almost every other race on the planet looks down on them for not being magical enough. Though it is easy to mistake them for fairies... don't. There is a particularly

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Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 6 - Genie

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Literature

How The Three Times Table Started

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You Are A Pirate

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How The Nine Times Table Started

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The Twilight Effect

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Literature

Marian

My hair billows out behind me as I cry, the wind sweeping across the rock I sat down on. I don't move to wipe them away, wondering how long I'll be able to cry. My tears never last for long, these days. It's my own fault.It's been my fault since I was sixteen, sitting in the orphanage and looking in that bloody spell book. The thing I cast was what the people of this world would call a love spell. That's not really what it is, though. My people called it the "The Best Friend," for the most part. It was meant to help you find your soul mate, and smooth the way so that your own hearts could do the rest Only, I wasn't in the right dimension,...

Literature

Princess Argol -TG

Argol adjusted the mirror on his wall, trying to align the gold frame properly with his white cast walls; he'd bought it cheap at the flea market, a three dollar purchase with a tacky orange price sticker still attached to the glass. The women who'd owned it had insisted it had magical powers; that it was cursed; that he'd look absolutely beautiful in it.He'd said to stop haggling up the price, and pack the damn thing. It looked good on his wall. The gold frame was delicately wrought with patterns almost reminiscent of air, forming little eddies at the corner. The glass was smooth, showing a clear reflection without any distortion, located...

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Rewrites and Movie Ideas

Literature

Don Bluth's The Velveteen Rabbit:

Back at it again with my fan made Don Bluth movies and this time, I'm doing another scrapped project of Don's that never got off the ground; Don's adaptation of a childhood classic, The Velveteen Rabbit. I saw the concept art for it (shown here https://donbluth.fandom.com/wiki/The_Velveteen_Rabbit) and holy crap, it looked so good! So, since Don Bluth never made it into a full movie, here are some ideas of how I think it would go... -Synopsis: Taking place in the 1980s, a young boy named Gregory (Greg for short) receives a Velveteen Rabbit made by his grandmother for Christmas and due to him being a gift of love, the Velveteen Rabbit becomes one of Greg’s favorite toys. Whenever the Velveteen Rabbit plays with him, he feels so alive, like he’s a real rabbit. He learns from an old Skin Horse named Bronco that when the boy loves him enough, he will indeed become a real rabbit and the Velveteen Rabbit strives to become so. Unfortunately, his dream is threatened by a gang of modern toys

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Don Bluth's The Little Mermaid:

GOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRNNNNIIIIIING DEVIANTART!!!! Colinidas here and bringing you a brand new set of original movie ideas! This first one is a Don Bluth adaptation of Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid. I know, I know, I've done adaptations of this story out the old wazoo, but The Little Mermaid has always been one of my fave stories because it's so addicting. It's a story of love, transformation, and sacrifice, a story that gives us insight on two different worlds and how far somebody would go to be with the one they love. Anyhow, here's what I got in mind... -The Undersea Kingdom will be a dark and surreal but ethereal and beautiful place. The various buildings are lines with bioluminescent algae, sea anemone, sea squirts, and pearls, which become more vibrant at night. In addition to a lot of the buildings being made of a combination of sea stone and sunken wrecks (empathizing how humans can fall victims to the power of the sea), the Sea King's palace is made

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Don Bluth's Pinocchio Adaptation:

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNNIIIIING DEVIANTART!!!! Colinidas here and bringing you a brand new set of original movie ideas! Starting us off will be a Don Bluth adaptation of Pinocchio because personally, I always wondered what would happen if he did. The original story by Carlo Collodi is admittedly very dark and Guillermo Del Toro cranked that up to eleven by having it placed in Fascist Italy...which I decided to do in this one but with my spin. Anyhow, here's what I have in mind... -The movie will be set during 1920s Italy, before Mussolini ever takes power, and will explore what it truly means to be a "Real Boy". In fact, so called "Real Boys" are more puppets than Pinocchio is due to doing everything they're told without question. -Geppetto is a former WWI soldier who not only lost leg during the conflict (resulting in him getting a wooden leg), but also his beloved son Enrico...who was just about to become a father when his wife announced the baby she was pregnant

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The Silver Needle and the Mountain Stream

The pen hovers above the drawing pad, A silver needle stitched into the silence Of the white paper. This is the edge of the transition: The heavy pause before the ink breaks, The sudden spark where the abstract Becomes a solid, permanent line. Then comes the momentum, the quickening pulse, As the first stanza spills like a mountain stream. The nib glides across the tooth of the paper With a velocity the mind can barely track. Metaphors gather weight as they roll And speed like water in a narrow valley Tumbling forward until the ink flows like a Living current from the mind to the waiting paper, Blurring the border between the hand and the thought. The letters lean forward, breathless and urgent, Tracing the path of a feeling that refuses to stay still. It is the rhythm of a heart finding its stride. The transition from a spark to a steady flame, Until the final period is placed as a sudden brake On a speeding carriage. But the paper still vibrates with the heat of The race that just

Literature

Poem: Old Soul's Grief

(337 words) The unbidden feeling arrived this morning without a concrete reason. Without making itself known beforehand. It simply opened inside of me like a brittle seam suddenly giving way to a taste of iron behind the tongue, to salty tears and a pressure in the ribs. As if something inside is folding outward to make space for a different, for an ancient kind of ache. I began to search my life for the fresh wound, for the obvious cause of this hurt. For the one clean story that would make this feeling make sense and be explainable. But I find nothing but ordinary hours and intact doors, some opening, some closed for good. Yet still, something inside me is bleeding, like remembering with the wrong organ. And the open seam begins to feel like a tear in the fabric of the current day, where another life finally pushes through. I believe in Old Souls, and I believe they carry the ever-changing weather from other lives. And sometimes those storms return without warning, because the

Literature

A Tribute to Life

Through time and endless space, life’s miracles keep their pace; a sacred tide, a holy blaze, a divine pulse that never fades. Like rivers through eternal sky, they whisper softly: Live, it's frightful not to live. And in that vast and shining blue, we rise as birds with wings anew. For just a breath, for just a flight, we taste existence, pure and bright, the fragile gift, the secret art, of beating hope within the heart. We journey on through loss and doubt, through questions never figured out; yet trust that in the quiet deep unseen victories gently sleep. To love beyond what eyes can see, to walk the road of destiny; to turn the pain that finds us all into a prayer that breaks the wall. A silent revolution born from wounded night to brighter morn. To guard this life with steadfast hands against harsh wars and barren lands, against the hunger, stark, unfair, the wound of want in open air. To live, and learn to live once more, with childlike wonder at the

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Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 15

(Seras P.O.V)" Zhis really takes zhe bloody cake. 'e's a monster. It's like 'e really is an 'onest to god wolf-man. "Panting as gold, silver, and money fell around us, I nodded in agreement to the Frenchman in my head. "A werewolf...!!" Suddenly, a sparkle from the floor caught my eye and I kneeled down to pick it up. 'A gold tooth...!! Is this some kind of filling...?!' I gaped a little and looked more at the items at my feet. "T-then...All of this is...!!"" I reckon so. It's what zhese SS guys stole when zhey ransacked Europe fifty years ago. All zhese golf ingots, bank-note rolls, and watches scattered around 'ere. Even zhat filling was...

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Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 14

(Alucard P.O.V)"Master!!"Who? Who is it? Who? Who calls me?"Masterrr!!"I...I know this voice...Don't I? I had heard it once, I know it. But..."ALUCARD!!!"Instantly my eyes snapped open with bloody tears coming from the sockets. Looking around me, I watched as both my student and Queen took hold of the bayonet still lodged into my body. Both their grips on the blade was strong, but both their strength combined wasn't enough to remove it. Anderson, who was glaring at the two who dared try to stop him, gripped the handle of the bayonet tightly and tried to force it back inside, his vines coming from his body and onto their gloved hands, surpr...

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Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 13

"________!! ________!!" You shook as you touched the sharp weapon lodged within your chest. Blood soaked through your uniform from the fatal wound and spilled to the ground in large drops. Glancing over to the person who had most likely caused your inevitable demise, you had quickly noticed how her eyes were wide with shock as she stared down at her hands. She honestly didn't think she'd do it. She was just angry, that's all. All that shit she said since she had first found out about you working for Hellsing was complete and utter rage filled bullshit! Or at least, that's what her conscious kept telling her as she continued to stare at her...

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A SILENT PRAYER IN THE NIGHT

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Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 22 - Elf

Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 6 - Genie

Otherworlds Magic Guide

How The Three Times Table Started

You Are A Pirate

How The Nine Times Table Started

The Twilight Effect

Marian

Princess Argol -TG

Don Bluth's The Velveteen Rabbit:

Don Bluth's The Little Mermaid:

Don Bluth's Pinocchio Adaptation:

The Silver Needle and the Mountain Stream

Poem: Old Soul's Grief

A Tribute to Life

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 15

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 14

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 13

Invisible to the World

A SILENT PRAYER IN THE NIGHT

UNTIL THE BITTER END OF REASONING WHY

Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 22 - Elf

Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 6 - Genie

Otherworlds Magic Guide

How The Three Times Table Started

You Are A Pirate

How The Nine Times Table Started

The Twilight Effect

Marian

Princess Argol -TG

Don Bluth's The Velveteen Rabbit:

Don Bluth's The Little Mermaid:

Don Bluth's Pinocchio Adaptation:

The Silver Needle and the Mountain Stream

Poem: Old Soul's Grief

A Tribute to Life

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 15

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 14

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 13

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Invisible to the World

A SILENT PRAYER IN THE NIGHT

UNTIL THE BITTER END OF REASONING WHY

Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 22 - Elf

Folklore Head Canon Challenge Day 6 - Genie

Otherworlds Magic Guide

How The Three Times Table Started

You Are A Pirate

How The Nine Times Table Started

The Twilight Effect

Marian

Princess Argol -TG

Don Bluth's The Velveteen Rabbit:

Don Bluth's The Little Mermaid:

Don Bluth's Pinocchio Adaptation:

The Silver Needle and the Mountain Stream

Poem: Old Soul's Grief

A Tribute to Life

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 15

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 14

Bloody Tulips (Alucard x Reader) Chapter 13