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UntitledI shut my eyes
expecting the veil of reality
to be lifted from this dream
but I open them
and there you are
still there, still here
your kind words
soft skin reflecting sunlight
and I know
I'm still dreaming
dreaming this reality
Untitled The last bit of fiery-orange blaze poked out from the descending clouds and darkness, an omen that struck fear into everything it engulfed. The birds, the insects... even the trees and the flowers seem to be reduced to silence and an eerie stillness. Perhaps nature feared the dark or quite possibly already found its subtle position of neutrality among the horrors that crept over every hill and blade of grass.
A work of fiction, quite truly, it was. Something yanked from the silver screen of Hollywood and slapped down into the ordinary, but quite real, lives of ordinary people. Friends and families, typically awoken to the ambient noise of life, were rudely smitten down by the silent hand of death.
But, the thing was, death wasn't finished with its victims. A black shadow cast forth across every suburban road to the last nook and cranny of the city ghettos. Not many folk were spared by the cards dealt by fate, but even still, some managed to wager a gre
BurdenI remember when I first arrived,
our faces gleaming with hope.
We were the happiest.
Now? We're still here.
But we're burdened. I'm burdened.
Hope still lingers,
but is all but vanished.
As a whole
our very instinct of self-preservation
drives us to the brink of madness.
and overwhelming greed.
Infect the living soul
and condemn the already dead being.
Every breath is a mistake.
But we chose this.
We choose to live sickly,
to infect others with our selfishness.
And we expect change.
Change? What change?
satisfying taste of crimson lips
bead of sweat
dripping water falls
of tempting desire.
As if love wasn't seductive enough
her bosom bore no sign of retreat
Her arms wrapped around me
her skin comforted the pores
Soft as the calmest lake
and a sunset,
A sunset like no other.
Profound yet troubling
A smooth darkness garnished
with fiery light
Do I embrace lust
or fear it?
RP Stat Sheet 2[PLAYER STATS]:
Conversion: 4,000 per Piece
[CANNOT BE HARMED BY]:
Gender: Female (Super-Girly)
Height: 2' 8"
Weight: 32 lbs
Body Intregity: 11 year old
Breast Size: A [to start] but mostly C
Hair: Not Really Hairy
Tail Length: 20 ft
Intellegence: Slightly better sometimes
Art Skills: 11 (Very Good)
Success in Life: Mediocre
Current DNA: 50% Monkey 49% Anime Girl 1% Will
***REVIVES***: 16 revives
- Megas XLR; knows exactly what I want to do; Zeyphr Z4; Old person sedan spaceship; 12 warp; DeLux Leather (not) seat, smells like smoke; 200 extra keys. Huge trunk. 1 spare hover disc. Audio system, only Old People disc. Hologram Butler AI (GPS sort of, Jeeves).
- Tr0n Jumpsuit [Purple Lights] [10 pcs of armor] [Black] [ 12 hours air, 200 hours air regen time ] [ Hoodie Pockets, 2 x; but can conjoin hands in middle. ]
- Thneed [Everything] [Yellow] [Steampunk Goggles; Makes me Look Stylish]
- Pink Latex
Tragic CoupleTragic Couple
Fox Serum story
"This seat isn't taken, I presume?"
Dale looked up from the stein he was sipping from as the man who'd voiced this question seated himself on the barstool next to him. Warily, Dale raised an eyebrow in speculation as he mustered his sudden and unwanted companion.
Damn, I just want to finish my beer and then go home to bed... what's Jensen doing here?
While his department head at work, the sales department at a large company which was developing, producing and selling Fox Serums, was a companionable and friendly fellow, he wasn't known for visiting bars late in the evening - even less at a workday. The probability of this being a chance encounter therefore tended to be virtually zero, which meant that Jensen wanted to talk to him about something. Since he hadn'
Flora's Arrangements (TF)Flora’s Arrangements: a simple store in the middle of southeastern Florida. It’s out of the way, too far from any landscaping opportunities to make its wares desirable... But its business doesn’t rely on the selling its wares. Its business relies on a little bit of change.
Flora is a witch, and a damned good one at that. Most of her kind preferred to use others, changing humans against their will. After all, transformation is the key to immortality for their kind. But Flora is in no way a typical witch. She only nibbles on time borrowed from people’s changes, preferring to ask for permission first. Finding voluntary subjects helps her stay abreast of the law, of any authority—and it makes her popular and well-liked with her usual clients.
So, without further ado, let’s take a step into this quaint little shop with a magical owner, watch a few chapters from the life of the kind witch with a green thumb.
Trina's Monkey BusinessDay 0:
Where to begin? Well, one of the top-recommended things people had for me to become was a monkey. Which is more than a little lucky, since my keyboard hasn’t shipped to me—I’d imagine that having some opposable thumbs will come in handy with the typing.
I took the vial a little an hour ago, so there’s nothing yet to see changed. But give it a little bit of time... Anyways, you know what’s coming next, some good old fashioned TF! Hope you guys are ready, because I know I can’t wait!
It’s great to be back! -Trina
I took the serum yesterday, and as expected, today I feel... Odd. Like, I’ve shrunk a little bit, and my legs look like they’ve grown a coat of fur. Isn’t that weird? I didn’t think that I’d first be changing into a primate, but I have to admit, I think I kind of like the idea. Monkeys and humans aren’t that far apart an
Force Bound (a SWTOR DiD Story)
The battered Corellian freighter glided through space, powered on by heavily modified ion engines as it flew towards its destination. Christened the Troublemaker, the freighter consisted of a saucer-like hull with a tapered cockpit protruding from its centre, with an off-set cargo module on the hull. It was currently flying on a familiar course, making its approach towards the infamous moon in the galaxy: Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler’s Moon.
Sitting in the pilot’s chair, Tria “Troubelle” Tzanti grinned as she watched the moon grow closer, always happy to be returning to that neon nightmare. Young, slender and fully of mischievous energy, Troubelle whistled to herself as she piloted the Troublemaker into orbit. As a zabrak, she sported short, torn-like horns than protruded through her short wavy hair, and her pretty heart-shaped face was segmented by traditional line tattoos. A smuggler by trade, she was dressed in a revealing yellow tu
TMNT 2012 Chapter 26: No ChoiceChapter 26: No Choice
Mona's arms wrapped protectively around Diana, “This is what you were worried about Donnie.... wasn't it?”
Donnie looked up to Mona and hesitated, “Yes, but....I don't understand how they knew about her.”
Lotus looked at Donnie, “Tiger Claw saw her pregnant Donnie.”
Donnie shook his head, “Still. How do they know she's a girl and that her name is Diana? Not to mention they have descriptions of her.”
“And,” Leo added. “how did they know the baby survived in the first place?”
Donnie began typing into the computer. His brow furrowing more and more as his fingers clacked against the keyboard. Raph was pacing off to the side, trying to control his temper.
“How's my.....” Bradford began as he walked through the doors to Donnie's lab. He stopped seeing all the serious faces, “What's wrong?” Bradford's face was now dark and serious as he walked over to Donnie's computer.
The Lamb and the Lion - Leeta and Dorian rp CDLeeta:
Leeta waited until night fell at the circus. She was a lopunny and should her sight fail her she could always fall back on hearing. She crept silently up to her objective and quickly retreated to her own cart for the evening after completing her mission.
Her objective had been the cart of the fellow doll maker of the circus, Dorian Van Bösartig, and the mission had been to drop off a doll she had made in the likeness of her fellow doll maker.
She had seen the luxray around the circus, but had been a bit nervous approaching him so she figured a cute plush with a welcome note may be the way to at least introduce herself.
She would receive no word from the luxray till the following night, when she was attending her trinket stand. The main show was commencing in the big top, so there were very few patrons about.
It was then she was silently approached by the very luxray, whom she gifted the plush look-a-like.
His blacken hair was
Intuders, Reports, and beatings* Esaki: Avallocks left foot would hoover for a moment as he sat along a fallen rusted fence. He had been out marking the turf...keeping things in order...and just now he had decided to take a scratch break. Damn fleas and bugs. The bats would need to work harder...He'd scoff to himself before lifting his left foot to carefully scratch at his left ear. Gettin a gooood long scratch in there he'd make small pleasure grunts as his foot moved rhythmically against his ear and head. After he had enough he'd shift into a stand and shake out his fur...but pause half way through. Standing alter...ears perked...eyes wide and intense...he'd listen...he thought he heard somedog nearby...
* Rubbalite: Blue eyes were watching the young rottie mix quietly from a distance, licking her maw ever so slightly as she laid on the ground for the time being. Skelter had been wandering the territory earlier, thinking over something and seeing what was a good place to maybe do that something. Her
Trust in me - Robecca and Dorian Circus RPRobecca: Robecca was having a rough morning. Again she had not gotten much sleep. Maybe it's due to her staying up to work on some plush toys, or not having gotten used to this dark circus. She would sometimes nod off to sleep at her stand and wasn't half way in reality. She decided to walk around the circus to see what stands have to offer, so she put a sign out to tell others that she'll be away before heading off to look at attractions and stands.
Dorian: Off in the distance, red and golden eyes observed the poor, tired worker.
Dorian had been observing his new surroundings and fellow workers. There were many interesting 'mon to study and observe, but this one in particular caught his eye. She wasn't stunning at first sight. No, not really. But his eyes could see the potential. The promise of a little flower waiting to bloom.
For a while he had simply watched her. No use in bothering her while she was busy, and others could see. He liked to go unobs
100 Theme Challenge - 1] Beginnings1] Beginnings
Heels clicked against the wood flooring. Feedback played through the speakers as she fumbled with the microphone, causing her to flinch. Adults used these things to talk to large groups of people, so why couldn't she?
“H-hello,” her voice cracked. Her heart rate elevated, and she swallowed. “Greetings.”
Her mother cleared her throat, prompting the girl to look over to her. She motioned to continue, but that only caused her stomach to turn.
She tapped the microphone, hoping the gentle tap sound could calm her. “As...you know...I am...or rather, I will be...your next princess...of Nareina. I....”
Her hands began shaking as whispers among the crowd arose.
“Our next princess? She is only a child!”
“I hope Her Highness knows what she's doing.”
“Honestly, a ten-year-old girl being next in line. What is next, an Empty?”
She wanted to collapse, to cry out how confused she w
Femme FataleThe uproar had climaxed to a chaotic murmur of violence;
her voice did nothing but antagonize the beasts,
cursing and chanting, biting and shoving.
Her voice cooed,
seducing the simple minded into an ape-like rage;
they'd sign their own death-warrants.
The laws were in place to keep control,
not to display compassion from the State;
did they not know?
The crowd threw themselves at the front-lines,
disregarding law and order,
passing crude judgement as they swayed against it.
Mist and smoke met plastic slugs,
and steel embraced beast.
The mob charged its captors,
like a horde of intoxicated animals;
a chill voice overhead barking obscenities.
There was no turning back now;
bitter rage spurred anxious violence,
and she did nothing but grin as revenge became a forced option.
Her hand was not on the gun,
but her desire made puppets of her men;
their anger and hatred was shared.
A gift only a mad man would cherish,
but had yet become the corner stone of the iron grasp.
Flashes of discontent
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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