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Not Like YouShe fell into the peaceful oblivion of sleep, or a nap at least. The woman deserved a good rest, after having been forced out of bed in the early hours of the morning. ...Or some time before that. She was met with being jumped on, a small child with purple hair like hers above her. He held the smile of his father's, which the child had stolen from the said man's face. He covered his head with a pillow laying himself face-down into the sheets in hopes of muffling the boy's sounds. Before his wife could give him a nudge on the arm, he murmured that their son was "her problem, now", to which she rolled her eyes and slowly sat up.
With a growling sigh, she allowed herself to be pulled out of the room and into the kitchen. She made a mental note that cooking as soon as waking up is a horrible idea; a burn to her palm woke her up, encouraging a string of profanities, much to the amusement of her son. The remainder of the day proved to be hectic. Her child caused nothing but trouble; he wreck
OC Narrative 2I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
1. Hikari - Michiru's younger sister and spirit medium in-training. When born, she at first had little to know spirit power within her to be able to contact the supernatural. After a sudden attack in her village which nearly took her life, however, her older sister sent her into the Spirit World, giving half of her power to Hikari in the process. She now helps Michiru at the shrine and learns how to master her abilities.
2. Cyril - Prone to being arrogant and persistent, Cyril likes to go solo and do his own thing. He doesn't play by the rules, and wouldn't be caught dead cooperating with the law. He will, however, be frequently caught hitting on
OC Narrative 1I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
1. Vienna - A young teen who loves music, Vienna lost her parents at a young age. After her quest of avenging their deaths, she decided to live with her current guardian Lukos. She also has a (fat) kitten named Frölich, also known to many as "Chubby Cat".
2. Sara - An overly hyper sort of character, Sara is ready to challenge the world...in her own crazy way. She often sticks around her former caretaker Lutia, since leaning towards her naive ways gets her in trouble frequently. Although seeming as if she can't take care of herself, one would think otherwise when she's provoked. (Or just disturbed from her sleep.)
Malayne Drabble XVII"Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive."
Throughout her life, she was always told the opposite: the only way to fight was through brute force, but then was told that it required humility; discipline. That she was meant to destroy the world, but then was meant to save it. No matter how often her life was riddled with lives, it wasn't until now when she had been the most confused. Just what was she supposed to do?
She stared down at a tombstone, remembering the passed man who had told her the light side of things; the things that she hadn't heard since her mother was alive. The only thing he left her with now was a decision. She could go on and do what she had done before meeting him, or could commit herself to making changes. The latter was a request that came with a few catches. But there was one that she had to break.
Turning and walking off, she muttered words that were more to herself than to her former master: "...Sorry."
Malayne Drabble XVI"Once upon a time somebody ran
Somebody ran away saying 'Fast as I can,
I've got to go... I've got to go!'"
Her chest was heaving, her throat and lungs burning several more times than before. As much as it was burdening her, she couldn't stop running. All of this pain couldn't compare to the years' worth that she had to endure anyway. It wasn't too much longer when she collapsed from exhaustion, but refused to give up so soon. Dragging herself to a hiding place she deemed fit, she finally remained still and let herself rest. They shouldn't find her here.
Although she began to drift into sleep, her eyes immediately opened and her body jumped. There were footsteps not so far away from where she was. Looking up, she found the feet of some monsters...along with an all-too-familiar pair of boots. Holding her breath, she listened to them speak. The only thing she was able to tune into was a single line that put her to some peace:
"We lost her."
Little did she know that, when they had
AngelusAt the time, there was only darkness. She didn't know where she was but, although having a tendency to become frightened of the great unknown, she felt as if it was safe. A sound accompanied the blackness; a dull crackling that gradually became louder. Another sense slowly crept in, allowing her to feel where she was. Being in the presence of darkness -- and whatever else was lurking deep within -- caused chills to run up her spine. There was a comforting feeling, however; something warm engulfed her. It was oddly familiar, but she just couldn't place what it was.
Her sight slowly came back to her, allowing her to finally look around in the darkness. Everything was blurry, the colors the only things that she could depend on. There was no longer black from the darkness, but much brighter ones that are seen in everyday life. A few of them were moving some feet in front of her, the crackling noise accompanying it. As the blurriness bid its farewell, her eyes at last focusing, she saw a fi
Pains of the Past"It is better to be alone than in bad company."
A small, purple haired girl stood on the chair to look out the window, watching the rain fall against her window. Countless thoughts raced through her head, soon searching for the right answers. She may have been young, but she understood much more things than the other kids her age. Her thoughts were lost within the deep reaches of her mind when she heard a familiar voice.
The girl turned, seeing her mother behind her. "Yes, mommy?"
"It's time for you to get to bed," the woman smiled, then took Malayne's hands and helped her down the chair.
"But mommy, I'm not tired...!" she protested.
Mizuki shook her head, the smile still on her face. "Little ones still need their sleep."
Upon seeing that she wouldn't get out of it, Malayne crossed her arms and pouted. To add to the cuteness that was already displayed, her cheeks puffed out a bit. Although she was glaring at her mother, it was obviously not ta
Malayne Drabble XV"The streets you walk give you a reason
'Cause it's all you got
And that'll never change..."
Life didn't exactly go as she had planned. No matter what she did, nothing was able to turn it around. The path she was forced to take did not allow her to turn around and try things over; what's done was done. Think of what it'd be like living with no mother to take care of you, leaving you with a father that abuses you on a daily basis. Think of what it'd be like living in a House of Hell for most of your life until you finally had the guts to just walk away.
Think of what it'd be like living with a demon that's trapped inside of you for God knows how long.
For her, this was now normal. She was the one with no mother; she was the one with the abusive parent -- which sickened her to even think that he was her father. And yes, she was the one who was stuck with a demon when her rage overcame her. Fear had taken over for too long, and she decided that enough was enough. She finally turned
Malayne Drabble XIV"You were my conscience:
So solid; now you're like water
And we started drowning
Not like we'd sink any further..."
"Don't you remember anything?"
She sat up in bed, confused of how she got there and why she was there in the first place. She had been alone about what seemed to be a few minutes ago, but now she couldn't remember anything. The last thing she felt was deep anger and hatred, and she felt herself begin to slip out of consciousness as she heard screams throughout the area. The last thing she saw was black hair and glowing blue patterns. Looking at her hands, she found dried blood. She looked for cuts, but there were none. Whatever happened, it wasn't her doing.
But at the same time, it was.
"...No, I don't."
"But I let my heart go
It's somewhere down at the bottom
But I'll get a new one
And come back from the hope that you've stolen."
yoglabs - no one lives forever"Lalna? Are you okay?"
With a grunt, Lalna propped himself up on his elbows. He blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the floor beneath him. A smear of blood came into focus and he groaned, bringing his hand to his head. His elbow gave out underneath him and he collided with the floor again.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him up, propping him against the wall. His vision focused into the dark eyes of Honeydew.
"Jesus, Lalna!" he exclaimed, pushing hair out of the scientist’s face. "What the hell happened?!"
A hoarse chuckle escaped from Lalna’s lips. “You better get out of here before Xephos catches you,” he muttered, absentmindedly rubbing his sore jaw.
Bastard got me good, he thought to himself bitterly.
"What do you mean, ‘before Xephos catches me’?" The dwarf’s eyes travelled down to his throat. "Fuck," he breathed in surprise.
Quickly, Lalna’s hands went to his zipper and zipped his labcoat back up to his neck. “Leav
~Pasado oscuro, Juegos de la Mafia~Cap12
Capitulo 12° : No quiero esto!!! ; Comienzan los Juegos.
No se lo que paso antes....no lo se..solo recuerdo que mi respiración volvía a salir de mis pulmones, que mi cabeza me martillaba con imágenes e voces, que también pedían lo peor¿por que....que se supone que es esto?"-Fionna¿no lo sabes?¡SOMOS UNA MAQUINA DE MATAR!" recordé..esa voz, es idéntica a la mía solo que, sus intenciones eran tan oscuras como el tinte de esa voz, tuve miedo, tenía miedo que "ella" volviera..la recuerdo ahora, antes sus crueles y spisicopatas palabras, me acompañaban en esa celda en la que me encontraba presa, en aquel lugar, donde tanto daño me hicieron, donde siento que gracias a "ellos" algo importante..muy importante olvide, ademas de habérmelo arrebatado
...yo..¡Yo No Seré Lo Que Es Voz Me Dice!..no quiero..por favor, por favor...te lo ruego, no me....no me obligues a
Masterclass Detective AgencyThe sun was barely up on Saturday morning when Brenda arrived at her little jewellery story she ran on the eastside of the city, ignoring the slight chill that hung in the air as she walked around to the backdoor. A short, round woman of forty with short dark hair and an aquiline nose, Brenda was a respected member of the neighbourhood business community, having operated her store there for almost twenty years now. She mostly ran it herself, but had a pair of girls, Pippa and Ester, who helped out during the busier times during the week. In fact Brenda was expecting Pippa, a slender red haired girl of twenty-two, to already be at the store as she was going to help Brenda with the store’s stocktake before they opened for the day.
Brenda opened the back door and walked into the small foyer inside, where she hung up her coat. She was dressed in a smart navy blue suit and a cream blouse, stocking and sensible shoes, ready to get to work straight away. Sh
-hetalia sleeping with sheep help-
hetalia sleeping with sheep project.
for you who don't know or do know.
The sleeping with sheep CD is a hetalia CD from the series.
It portrays the countries putting you and other countries to bed by counting sheep.
Now these are completely in Japanese. And while they still sound amaze,
it would be nice if some of us could plug in our ipods and not have to turn them on to read subtitles.
this is where, you the viewer come in
we need people who would be willing to dub.
this is purely for communities sake so im sorry but i cant give you anything in return.
now, for the voices i need for now im pretty sure i need:
that's all i got for now
here are examples of the tracks
Not always with a smile Calles was so proud of himself. He just couldn’t stop staring at his chest,which was now big enough to start protecting it. It doesn’t really mattered for him what’s inside,the important thing was it’s big,and full of the stuffs he must’ve collected. The only thing,which made him sad was,that he couldn’t brag about it to noone.When he started to talk about his treasure chest to someone,they turned away from him. Oh,well,whatever,he still has what he needs for a life long. Suddenly a weird instinct told him to get the little thing out from his treasure chest,which Samusagi gave him. He was still curious what was it. He examined it,looked at it,but magical stuffs were still weird for him,so he simply threw it back,and closed the chest.
Calles went to classes,but when he pushed his hands in his pocket,next to his talisman there was the golden brooch,he got from Samusagi. He took it out with a shock
Except me - Greninja(contains vore, theres your warning.)
It was a warm summer evening as the sun made its last appearance in the day and vanished from the minds and hearts of the populace for another eight hours, as it would make another cycle and another for many, many more decades to come.
Alone on a small beach, were two figures. One was a young human girl, the other, her loyal Greninja, whom she had received a few years back when she first started traveling Kalos. The pair were known to be inseparable and it was thought that if they could, they would be one. No matter if it were physical or metaphorical, they, and everyone who knew them, could tell that was a fact.
The Greninja, whom had been named Hideaki, had an idea about how to do such a thing, which he was planning to put into practice in this quiet beach. He stayed close to his girl, named Jenny, and kept a close watch out.
Soon, the sun had set and the moon came up, only slightly illuminating the pair. It didn't matter.
Hideaki slowly stopped
Innocent as she appeared to be, she bit her tongue about the heinous sight she had once seen as a creature so young. In her younger years, she was petrified of this monster, and she kept it locked in her treasure chest as if it would destroy everything that she had worked up for. What will her parents say? A monster? What nonsense. She should know better than to make up myths that have no relevant place amongst society.
Yet there she laid, all stiff and frantic eyes searching ever so closely for the sign of life. She needed to prove that she was not crazy. She needed to prove that the monster was not in her mind this time but in her room, where it could snatch and turn her fragile body into nothing but ash and dust. Even in her slumber was she conscious of her eerie bedroom. She listened ever so closely. She waited for the crackle of bones, the heart dropping sound of its slimy legs thumping on the hard, fridge, wooden floor. The atmosphere did not drop unless it made its presen
2p Mini Story -Collab with Ellie- Sally was happily humming to herself as she cooked dinner for herself and Emma. You could easily tell the tone she was humming was “Call Me Maybe”. Emma walked into the kitchen, her normal bored, blah expression on… well if you called that an expression.
“Hello my good friend! How are you?” Sally asked cheerfully.
“Have you asked the trees how they’ve felt? Trying to stop the raging tigers on the inside that the humans cause?” Emma said in a bored tone, grabbing a Coke from the refrigerator.
Sally blinks before smiling and saying, “okay then!”
“Are the trees okay, Sally? Are they okay?” Emma grumbled, before drinking some of the coke.
Sally thinks for a minute, before awkwardly going back to cooking. Hoping Emma wouldn’t she avoided the question. Yet, Emma noticed.
Emma stared at her with "the look". "Are they Sally?"
Auf der SucheEs ist dunkel. Mein Kopf tut weh. Es fühlt sich so an, als hätte eine Elefantenherde in meinem Kopf Disko getanzt. Können Elefanten überhaupt tanzen? Ich liege auf hartem Boden. Verkehrsgeräusche dringen an mein Ohr. Ich reiße die Augen auf. Ich liege doch nicht etwa, mitten auf der Straße? Vorsichtig schiele ich nach rechts und links und stoße ein erleichtertes Seufzen aus. Nein. Ich liege auf einem Bürgersteig. Deshalb ist der Boden also so hart. Asphalt. Ich schaue nach oben, zum dunkelblauen Himmel. Kein einziger Stern ist zu sehen.
Die Straßenlaterne, welche sechs Meter neben mir steht, flimmert in einem gelblichen Licht. Langsam versuche ich mich aufzurichten. Behutsam rolle ich mich auf die Seite und probiere mich mit den Händen vom Boden abzustützen. Dieses Vorhaben scheint mir nicht so recht zu gelingen, denn statt den Boden zu berühren, stützt sich meine rechte Hand mit halbem Körpergewicht
MD XIII: About Her pt II"But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know? Why should I care?"
Continuing on her way, she soon made it to a graveyard. A lone raven sat on a branch not so far away, staring at the woman upon her arrival. She looked back at it, then held out her hand. The raven did not hesitate to fly over; after landing, she gently pet it.
"Where is she?"
The bird sat there for a moment, then flew off. She followed it, soon stopping in front of a grave. There was a long silence as she only stared, the memories flashing before her eyes. The good, the bad...the absolutely unspeakable. Too many changes had occured; too many for her taste. She put her briefcase down beside her, then touched her shoulder. A burning feeling suddenly occured, stretching all across her back. She growled a bit from remembering what happened, looking away for a moment. Then she looked back at the grave.
"I trusted you."
"Please, don't bother trying to find her
She's not there..."
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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