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Remember when we used to have fun, Running towards the sun. Flying around in the sky to touch that sunlight, Does it matter to be so bright? The moment when I fell you didn’t know what to do, You were not the only one to feel that sadness through. To believe of what could have been, Understand that there is more to be seen. You held onto my hand, Saying that ‘this will never happen again’. Can you only trust those simple small words? No matter how many times it was with a sword. Or worse when you took that all on your own, Bitter and cold like a stone. When the world grows cold and shadowed, Reflects what everyone ends up to be windowed. Pain is not just a feeling, Is it something worth stealing? The difference of healing, It questions whether it is concealing or revealing. I want to be your shield to the sword, To protect what your life has been like, Let us dance on the land of the lord, No matter about each strike. When everything is spinning, You and I can show a smile, To

There was a light breeze drifting across the Northern Canyon Region, and it felt pleasant as it played with Blue’s scruffy hair.  He’d ended up talking to the children for over an hour, and had come away feeling exhausted. He had no idea how Violet survived dealing with them every single day. There was a balcony atop the orphanage building which was primarily used for drying the washing. It featured a clothesline as well as a small wooden bench. Blue had come out here in his search for somewhere quiet to think for a while. He had a lot to think about, after all. His memory was still a blank slate; nothing at all had come back to him yet. He was starting to wonder if anything ever would, or if the life he’d led up until now had been permanently erased. It was a frightening thing to consider. He went over everything Violet had explained to Agatha earlier. About how he’d supposedly attacked her like some demented creature. The most plausible explanation for what had happened to him, as

Sometimes we forget to remember Other days we remember to forget I like the white snow in December I like it how the autumn leaves are so red A beautiful Destination in front of me bright I know everything is gonna be always alright A pretty curious thing is the love at daylight When the December Days turn into very white These are the days I really want to remember Those are the days I never ever want to forget Because I like it how the sun shines in September Sometimes no at other days I' am just very sad I miss you these days right next by my side I know you did had to go to the brightest Light But sometimes when I' am thinking of you I miss the sun shine and skies of the deepest blue Today I' am happy yes I' am happy once more Today I' am ready I want to open a new door Sometimes I' am shy and so very insecure Other days I know where I' am doing all of this for So I keep thinking in a very positive way I keep thinking of you tomorrow and today I know love will find always a

Date: 14/10/2038 Time: 18:56 Kingdom of Laodicea - Northern Canyon Region – Outskirt Slums   Evening was falling over the Northern Canyon Region by the time Violet and Larry made it out of the city ruin, dyeing the cloud-streaked skies with a murky golden hue. Today’s adventure had taken up almost the entire day; they had set off in the early hours of the morning, before the sun had appeared over the horizon. To say that they were both exhausted was an understatement, but it had been a very worthwhile trip as far as Larry was concerned. Violet… well. She would offer her thoughts on that one once she’d seen some cash. The slums the two of them called home were sprawled across the outskirts of the city. Larry got Violet to help him carry the robot back to his workshop, a ramshackle two-storey building with ‘OLD MAN LARRY’S’ painted in untidy letters on the bunch of wooden planks that hung above the entrance. The plank with ‘LARRY’S’ scrawled on it was hanging loose, so perhaps after the

Skag Demons: Purgatory Part 4 Written by: Danni Lynn Commissioned by: @zeroth17 Word Count: 15,000 words December 19th, 2023 CW: Mentions of drugs and addiction. (Later parts will be marked as mature, where appropriate.) Hours pass at the nightclub. Girls come in and out of the booth and press different drinks into Mike’s hands. He drinks a few sips slowly at first but the cocktail of drinks hit him hard, soaking into his sober body with a fierce vengeance. Mike starts to sweat as the alcohol warms him, flushing his cheeks and face. Malker busies himself playing with the various whores, and now and then, Sarah appears in Mike’s vision, sometimes as herself and sometimes as a demon. The music of the club fills Mike’s ears and deafens everything around him. When someone tries to talk to him or pass him another drink, they are voiceless as their pink mouths open and their teeth flash under the techno lights. The two men who brought Mike into the club grasp his elbows and pull

Date: 15/10/2038 Time: 12:45 Kingdom of Laodicea - Northern Canyon Region – Outskirt Slums   Afternoon had rolled around by the time Blue and Violet made it to the slums. As they walked along the dusty paths that navigated around the rickety dwellings, Blue was glancing around with apparent intrigue. Violet couldn’t figure out why; there wasn’t all that much to look at. “So this is where you live? Gotta say, not quite what I was expecting,” Blue remarked, offhandedly. Violet didn’t know how she was supposed to respond to that. “What were you expecting, then?” She asked, annoyed. “Actually, I’m not exactly sure.” The two of them were receiving all sorts of looks from passers-by, but Violet knew that it wasn’t just because of the ‘new face in town’ as it were. She’d left her cloak back at Larry’s workshop, and since she’d ditched the old man during today’s salvaging run in order to chase after Blue, she hadn’t had the chance to retrieve it. Her vibrant purple hair and eyes were on full

I woke up on the floor, cold and alone. Wait no… was I alone? No, no… There was a man. Who was he? Who was I? I couldn’t remember my name… No friends or family… Why was I here again…? Maybe that man would know. Oh right, the man! He was rather unremarkable and I probably wouldn’t have been able to point him out in a crowd. Short swept brown hair, hazel eyes, and the most regular middle of the road build I’ve ever seen. He just sat at a small kitchen table, eating cereal like he didn’t have a woman on his floor. “I… I’m sorry,” I mumbled, rubbing my aching head and rising from the floor. “What… Where am I?” Unphased, he just kept eating like I hadn’t said anything. He didn’t even look my way! “E-Excuse me,” I said, a bit louder. “Can you tell me where I am? Or… who I am?” Still nothing. “H-Hey!” I said, turning sour on the spot. My fear was pretty quickly turning to anger. “Are you deaf or what?!” Still nothing. “Hey!” I took a swat at his shoulder, but… never made contact. I

(Content warning: Strong language, Various TFs, Mind control, Long story) First chapter (recommended for newcomers) Previous chapter Chapter 41: The Final Battle It was the 9th of June; the full moon had changed. Frida slowly opened her eyes. She was still on the roof of the theater building, which had now been covered in a thin layer of mist. The moon had changed color, turning the sky into strange shade of purple. Frida got up to take in the strange aura. However, she froze once she heard 3 different voices hiss: ‘Thisss, feelsss, amazing!' There was a sillhouet hidden in the mist before her. Frida squinted her eyes to get a better look at the creature before her. It was Barbera; with a big emphasis on 'was'. Her body had become tall and slender. Her ribcage had grown out into clawing spikes, which pushed a small piece of paper down her chest. Her skunk tail had consumed her legs, turning her lower body into that of a snake. She had 4 arms, all ending in claws. She had 3

(Content warning: Strong language, Post-tf, Long story) First chapter (recommended for newcomers) Previous chapter Chapter 37: The Siege   It was the 9th of June. The full moon was here.   The night sky was clear and bright, as the full moon shined on top of the theater’s large open roof.    With the help of some her followers, Barbera had drawn a ritualistic circle on the roof. She was applying the final symbols using some of Frida’s blood.   Near the emergency exit lied 2 slumped figures; both of them being protected by 2 guards. Michelle and Sandra had been knocked unconscious and were ready for the ritual.    The warrior was also on the roof, staring at the woods in the distance. The library was somewhere in there; they had no idea what was happening tonight. Although, she could have sworn that saw some lights shining below the leaves.   Barbera tossed the empty jar of blood aside, and said: ‘Let us begin.’   The guards dragged Michelle and Sandra onto the ritual circle, and

What to do with a lonely heart? Let love stay always a part, Even if you don't know how to start, Make if you have time some cute art, Write a rhyme and get out of bed, Write a rhyme and do not be sad, Give yourself time and smile instead, Remember good times forget sad, What to do with a wandering heart? I know follow the dreams and start, Today ; a new life will always begin, Just let it go of course I will always win, Remember the past but also let it go, The past you are not ,the future will grow, The future is bright and maybe I see, In the future a brand new opportunity, For now I close doors from the past, For now life flies by so very fast, I don't need the past anymore so, Ready now to let the past forever go, Ready now yes I want to change, I want to speak myself out in exchange, I want to embrace the beauty inside me, I want to embrace the thought of being free. Jill

(Content warning: Strong language, Post-tf, Long story) First chapter (recommended for newcomers) Previous chapter Chapter 39: Friends It was the 9th of June, the full moon was here.   ‘LAURA! DO SOMETHING!’, Jenn was struggling to hold onto Sam.   Laura gasped for a moment, before she got back to her senses. When she saw the situation unfolding in front of her eyes, she looked around the room for anything to help. That’s when she saw the warrior’s sword on ground, laying perfectly between her and Sam.   She didn’t have time to make the decision, so she acted on instinct. As she got up, she balled her hand into a fist and dashed towards Sam; determined to end the warrior!       A loud bang echoed through the theater room.       Laura had not picked up the sword, instead, she had slammed her fist straight into Sam’s face.   For Sam, the impact felt like it took forever. An excruciating pain had dwelled up, as her skull contorted around Laura’s fist. It was such a heavy punch, that

“Politics and Reading Voice” Do you read the newspaper with your voice? Or, are you always “quiet” for the newspaper? If you are always “quiet” for the newspaper, you cannot read the newspaper. And, therefore, you do not bear politics. The politics exists. But, you never realize politics. You are without in the direction.

So for a while I've had parts of Tomo's lore written but I've never really shared it publically cause I never know how to format my writing online. I forget this exists on DA so fuck it why not I'll post what I've got of Tomo's general lore cause why not It's alot so have fun reading if you wanna, I don't expect many to read this lol Height: 9ft Sexuality: Aroace Gender: Male Tomo is a bakaneko demon who oversees a section of hell. His own personal graveyard that spreads for miles of every soul he has killed. It gives him a powertrip, there's no sense or reason to it other than mindless enjoyment for Tomo. But that isn't all he is. You see Tomo has 2 sides of himself in hell. His usual is of course the massive reaper who lures the living to his domain to play a game of hunt and kill them. And his "day job" of sorts. Hell has a social hierarchy the same as the mortal world and with that comes it's own version of economy, capitalism, everything bad we hate. It's not the exact same but

Daisy Duke Story pt. 4 Commissioned by: anongreay Written by: Danni Lynn Word Count: 5,000 words January 17th, 2024 Synopsis: When the Duke's farm is under threat, Daisy Duke goes to her friend, Pauline for advice and they hatch a plan to trick Deputy Enos into helping them. This is a dramatic reimagining of the 2005 Dukes of Hazzard movie with a twist and alternate ending. Rating: PG-13 Daisy Duke Story pt. 4 Rushing out of the station, Daisy pulled on her jacket and hopped into the open passenger side door of Pauline’s truck. “They're at the farm! Go, go!” Daisy shouted. She hit the seat and closed the door behind her in a rush. Pauline put the truck into drive and hit the gas, spewing gravel behind them. Daisy clutched the dashboard and searched for her phone to call Bo and Luke. “How did it go?! What happened?!” Pauline shouted over the roar of the engine and the road now disappearing under their wheels. “I did it! It worked!” Daisy cheered. “They are at our

Before I begin, let just say that I am sorry for being gone for nearly two months. Been dealing with personal life problems and going through a burn out. Any ways, hope you enjoy this preview! Issac sat down, blinded by the bright light. He didn’t even realize he was sitting in front of his doctor. Life hadn’t been easy, currently, he’s been sleeping less than he should normally be, and Temple hasn’t been all too well either. His was slipping away when the doctor called him again. “Issac! Stay with me. You almost slipped away like last session, though you are being a little more responsive so that’s good news.” “Yeah,” he said tiredly. “My head just hurts like hell.” “I understand, now let’s continue. What did you find inside the USG Ishimura?” His head snapped up; he could still hear her. She was still calling out to him! But she’s dead, dead! Then, his surroundings changed. A Marker stood in front of him, its unholy and unnatural aura was contiguous to the air. And as

You cant die thats unfair We both argued day and night Even over who gets fresh air on a summers day And a cold winters night You cant die its unfair To you to me Whos going to see me cross the stage? Whos going to see me graduate? You cant die Its not fair to me You hurt every single bone in my body Made me face death one to many times You cant leave and escape this reality Without mending what broke You cant die Its not fair to you You tried you worked three jobs To provide Even though your anger is all I saw It was misplaced Because life was never nice to you So why would it be nice to me? You cant die I have to much to say To much to show Who will be here when god thinks its time for you to go?

It's right behind me, isn't it...?

This takes place sometime after the Dynamic Duo story, which can be read here and here Outside of the city two Inklings were locked in a loose fight, one scuffling while the other was winning with her more strategic moves. The dirt around them was kicked up and a Smallfry was sliding around the two while making chirping noises. One of the Inklings was holding up his Neo Splash-O-Matic to block his opponent's Splat Dualies. Eventually his back was slammed against the tree they were near. He grunted and clenched his teeth as the Dualies were being pushed closer to his neck. After a few more moments he let out a breath and slumped down, letting go of his weapon. "Ok ok, I give up, you win." The other Inkling stood back and smirked. "You can't expect to be a good Agent when you fight like that." "Hey! It's not my fault, I didn't wake up and think, 'Oh I sure do help Delta's stu- Erm, I mean- Delta's fish makes me end up in Alterna!'" He complained as the Smallfry hopped into Delta's