vivi: rr hits chika kirakawa and gets grounded by softgirl66, literature
Literature
vivi: rr hits chika kirakawa and gets grounded
vivi: here's rita raspberry hitting princess chika kirakawa the daughter of rogi and pipey and gets grounded by batwing
transcript:
meanwhile rita,maxie,akihiko and melody star were watching bubble bubble marin
yuzuki shimori: come on pipey let's get you to bed
rogi: get some rest purela(rogi's nickname to pipey)
akihiko: mommy why is auntie pipey sick
minty: oh you see she just gave birth to your new cousin named chika
rita raspberry: what there's a new baby kid in the house first maxie,izzi,EJ,zowie,junior and then akihiko
melody star: rita raspberry it can happen pipey wanted to have children just like minty
popo: melody and my princess are right we wanted to play with our children
maxie: yeah
later
rita raspberry: hey pipey look what i made
pipey: rita can't you see me and chika are tired and you made her cried show me later ok
rita raspberry: fine
later
meanwhile batwing,ben,gorby and lofty were watching tayo's sing along show to make chika asleep
rita raspberry: i need my tiara
chika: *cries*
ben: omg rita raspberry you woke up chika
gorby: now we have to all over again
lofty: yeah
batwing: there there little one
later with rita
rita raspberry: man i can't believe that everyone cares for that stupid chika that's it im gonna hit her
rita raspberry: hey chika
chika: *baby language*
*bullies her*
chika: *cries very loudly*
batwing: why can i hear crying oh no chika's upset
batwing: OMG RITA RASPBERRY HOW DARE YOU HIT CHIKA SHE COULD HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF THAT'S IT YOU'RE GROUNDED UNTIL BBM EP 14 ENGLISH IS RELEAESED ON YOUTUBE GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW YOU RED RUBY WANNABE
rita raspberry: *cries*
batwing: don't cry little baby i'll take you to pipey
batwing tell what happen to pipey
pipey: it's okay baby chika mommy's here for you *sings a lullabye to recover her pain*
the end
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Veiled in shadows of human skin,
Untamed being bound in thy flesh,
Boiling nature pools found within.
Thy life blood flows through wild veins,
Leading to tales of ancestory,
Wolfskin and Bearclaw ravish thy strands,
Inviting thy path to history.
Oh, enearthéd creature of mans despise,
Fear not the barren fields of pride,
For thou hath feeble unmarked beauty,
Which at man canst only snide.
Emitting thy rays of wild blood,
Shifting polymorph what glory thou hath,
Lark to thy ancestors,
And break the chains of human wrath.
Be free untaméd spirit,
Thou mustnt succumb to fear,
Domesticated from thy birth...
Thou crimson goddess of the moon,
Veiled mistress of the night,
Quill all thou hath to progress,
Pages upon pages doth thou write.Bloodstained tales of wolves and angels,
Where demons neer roam,
In thine eyes smoldering in lustful creation,
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Within thy compass of truth,
Bound to spines of unravished skeletons,
Which await thy ink filled tooth.Mistress of eternal night,
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Into the heads of sleeping ones,
Where numinous ventures are heaved.Yet thine beauty in the moon,
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Lofty-Isles: The Path to Knighthood (Quest 5) by Dianamond, literature
Literature
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Meet me at X when you're ready.Signed,
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silence is not a lack... by prairiedaisy, literature
Literature
silence is not a lack...
art
is where i hide all the words
i could never speak aloud;
i can
put phrases for public pondering
and disguise my hurts with lofty
language
and hope wiser ways will not wend
their stray scintilla into wild suggestions
of the raw
twisting at the bottom of my heart. i
am surprised it didnt fall through the
holes
you made in my substance with your
imbalanced assurances, but your weight
pulls me
through the ether and i am left with
a mouthful of blood, and when i spit
i read
the chronicle of my life over, and even
though it is mine i cannot begin to
understand.
I am a line, drawn on the ground,
A painting, on a wall,
I have no voice, I make no sound,
I call out to them all.I am the line they dared not pass,
Though I was nothing more,
Their minds thought up the angry mass,
Their feelings hinted war.I am the thoughts that deeply lie,
Within their troubled souls,
A memory of times gone by,
A pathway paved with holes.I am a prayer that people still can learn.
I am the hope those days will not return.
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“It’s far better to have a heart of gold than one of coal,” her parents often reminded her. Against all odds, this young woman—an uneducated chambermaid and firebender—had accomplished the seemingly impossible: she had remained true to herself and captured the heart of the Fire Lord.
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