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GrowthThe mystery slowly comes into focus
The haze of uncertainty,
Dissolves into a calm confidence.
I am the earth, emerging suitable to plant
Desire, to protect gentle roots
To Aerate new innovation
I am the gardener, cultivating and pruning
Decision, of what matures,
And what I let whither.
A MortocycleThe sound of the motor
Once a siren of joy
Now brings only dread
Sick thoughts in my head
This too shall pass
Red fades into black
Black becoming white
New beginnings in sight
My rhyme is contrived
Words flowing like cheap wine
Sick thoughts in my head
Doubt, Shame, and Hope
Write out each new note
To me it all sounds the same
Echoed pestilence through my brain.
The Eternal Story: Character Exposition 2/3 ChanceAs I stare at this blank page, he is infinite potential. The choices that we posses, the very things that separate us from each other, make life possible. Our desire to prove and explain simultaneously drives and improves us, as it collapses the infinite potential that exists within everything that is left unobserved.
The most personally relatable of the Three, Chance inhabits and embodies humanity. He is our freedoms, joys and unbridled expectations. Every choice, mistake, success or providence that we have enjoyed or lamented, is only possible through reality and limited existence.
Purpose, unsure and striving. The unknown. He is ruled by temptation and chaos. The only love he knows is passion, irate and inconsolable.
Rage consumes the inexperienced. Our insecurity manages our day-to-day lives in the struggle for control, acceptance, and understanding.
So much of his portrayal can only be explained through his actions.
Chance is the flame that ignites the fuse; it is his struggle tha
ParalyzedManic action crippled by indecision
Over saturation of option
I could run a marathon
Scream loud and long
Pick a fight
Destroy an opportunity
Do something drastic and irrational
To equalize the pressure between
And the treacherous ocean.
And I do.
Fidgeting in my chair,
It all happens within me.
The Eternal Story: Character Exposition 1/3- TimeFather Time is not old, for to be so, he would have to be a patron of his own cycle. He is, has always been, as long as there has been anything in existence. Which is to say forever, because if there is not something, there is nothing, and time is not relevant.
He is constant, relative to each realm of existence, and yet unyielding to conscious woes. A compilation of heat, space, and development; never dictated; yet never fully understood. Sheer comprehension is impossible without perspective, and within perspective, lies restriction.
Time bears no emotion. That would equate to limitation, and thereby "humanity" as it will so superfluously be named. In a constant superposition of interpretation, simultaneously faster or slower when compared to the varying observer. Yet on each scale a distinct tempo is unchangeable, as if he does control every realm to some degree. The beauty of parenthood; to create and guide a life, through an environment specific to each being, and yet remain comple
Turning PointThe mounting pressure in my chest grows palpable, as it travels and hardens as a knot in my throat. Reasoning has left my mind today, the forces of another facet of my being taking over.
A slow burning panic, inhabiting unwelcome and causeless the void of my most vulnerable insecurities.
When favor smiles upon those accustomed to combat, ones best suited for endurance in contention; favor does not relieve the beating need for survival, the anticipation of the unknown adversary.
Expression; my outlet. That or sabotage the good that has removed me from comfortable elements. The return to turmoil a tempting, beckoning escape.
I arrive here, granted my silver lining made cognizant and physical for the first time in my life. The chaos in my mind is merely a building conception that I deserve better than constant torment.
I can only strive for understanding, before my previous poisons sour the taste of this truly superb love potion brewing.
France X Sick! Reader - I'll Be There For You
Alright, let's see what I can do~. Hopefully I'll do good.
France X Sick!Reader - I'll Be There For You
You lay in your bed, stomach pains and a constant nauseated feeling. You've already puked twice today and you feel like you don't want to anymore. You sigh and hear a knock at the door. You got up and your head pounded, causing you to hold a hand to it. You walk to the door and open it to reveal your flirty, best friend Francis or better known as the personification of France.
"'Ello (Y/N)! 'Ow are you doing?" Francis asked with the accent that you found pretty cute. Okay you admit, you have a giant slight crush on the Frenchie. "Terrible." You simply replied. "Oh? What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm sick. That's what. I think I have a stomach virus." You replied, grumpily. Sickness messes with your emotions, makes you kind of grumpy.
"Do you 'ave a fever?" Francis asked as you moved aside to let him in and you closed the door. "I dunno to be honest." You replied. "Zhen you must ta
Husband!Norway X Pregnant!wife!ReaderHusband!Norway x Pregnant!wife!Reader
you sat in the living room with the T/V. on in the background he you weren't watching it, why you may ask, you were focused on your 7 1/2 month pregnant belly with a motherly smile as you ran you hand gently over you large belly,
you were startled out of your trance by the sound of the front door being opened and Lukas you husband walking in out of the snow, being as it was the middle of December and it had sowed at least 6 inches in the past five hours, he took his coat off and hung it up and called "(y/n)?" from the entryway "in the living room" you called back being unable to get up on your own any more, at that moment he walked into the living room "how was work?" you asked looking up at him "busy..." he said looking down at you,
"how are you doing?" he asked "I doing just fine, Tino has been a huge help, I almost got stuck in bed this morning" you said looking up at him, a smile just barely noticeable on his face, "we it's good you're ok" he s
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 2You woke up to someone poking your side and murmuring something in your ear. You groan, swatting the hand away and trying to fall asleep again, only to be poked again much harder this time.
“Okay, okay I’m up!” You groaned, pulling yourself up in a sitting position, eyes droopy and hair bundled up in knots. The creature, you really needed to stop calling him that…it sounded quite rude, stood up and walked over to your book.
You watched him with weary eyes, that was your favorite book and you swore if he caused any harm to it, you were going to hurt him…a lot. He examined the cover, before looking at the contents inside with curious eyes. It was cute…in a way. You sat on the leaf-bed for a few more minutes, watching him as he leafed through the book before a brilliant plan came to mind. You could teach him your language, and then he could teach you…his?
Yes such a brilliant plan! But first you needed to give him a name, just so you wouldn
Shinigami x reader - Pocky game (Shinji)Heya~ sorry for the wait minna!
"Who's there...oh, you." Shinji walked over to the rustling bushes in the park and saw Rangiku's face.
"No, it's _______!" She shoved you into his arms.
With your crush currently processing what just happened, Rangiku made a run for it. Shinji took a close look at you and saw the pocky. You smiled awkwardly and gave it to him, asking if he would play it with you.
"What for?" He asked.
"Because..." you couldn't give a good reason really.
"I get it... yo
Shinigami x reader - Pocky game (Kisuke)Heya~ sorry for the wait minna!
Rangiku brought you to the Urahara Shop. You were nervous... you've always heard that Kisuke and Yoruichi were an...item . As you entered, it was empty. There was only Yoruichi standing alone with crossed arms. You figured it was Rangiku's fault...it always was anyways.
Yoruichi was smirking. Oh boy, is she planning something with Rangiku? That's not good.
"So, ______ has a crush on Kisuke, huh? This'll be fun." Yoruichi chuckle
Shinigami x reader - Pocky game (Izuru)Heya~ sorry for the wait minna!
Rangiku locked you up in a room. It sounded random and a tad weird but it happened. There was no windows either. Just a metal door that was sealed shut, a speaker, a CCTV camera and a single light bulb to make the room bright. Was she going to interrogate you? No way... but it's Rangiku we're talking about...
Serveral minutes later, the door opened wide and you saw Rangiku, hands behind her back with a grin that stretched from ear to ear
Levi x Reader Chapter FourSuddenly, a great shadow moved between the towering branches and lumbered towards the Special Operations Unit. Was that... a titan!? You felt the colour instantly drain from your face, but you clenched your teeth and carried on regardless. Yes, you were right, what else could it be? A streak of sunlight caught its hair and frightful face for a mere second before it struggled on. It was huge, perhaps even a 15 meter class?? You swallowed back anxiety and tried not to panic. You’d seen titans before, of course, but never this close. And you couldn’t help but notice that the Levi Squad seemed not to have noticed it at all. If they turned that corner, and the titan lunged...
Your actions overwhelmed your thoughts as you realised what you had to do. You’d protect them, even if it cost your life. Feeling strangely calm, you readied your 3DMG and took off into the trees, leaving your horse to gallop the pathway alone. As you readied your weapons you let out a hearty battle c
Christmas Girlfriend Second Advent
Christmas Girlfriend – Second Advent
A week had passed since Brian’s mum called. And still he had found nothing to do on Christmas Eve.
All of his friends from college would be traveling home during the holidays just like he had planned to do as well. And he didn’t feel like visiting his grandmother for as well. Oh she was a nice woman and she could cook like no one else on this planet, but she was living at the other side of the Atlantic Ocean and it was just impossible to fly there on his own with the little bit of money he saved each month.
With a sigh Brian opened the door to his shared room and walked in.
“I’m back!” he called, simply to make sure he wouldn’t interrupt Steve with something important, like private time with his girlfriend.
“Hey…” Steve’s voice sounded from the couch.
“Something wrong?” Brian asked while kicking off his shoes and shacking snow from his jacket.
“My mum called…
A supposed legendary candle(Arcanine TF)“Hmmmmm…” Danny thought as he smelled the fragrances in the store. The candles gave out a variety of scents like fruits, chocolate and herbs. The store specialized in scented candles and the like. Danny needed to get one for his apartment since the place smelled badly when he cooked or after a rough workout.
The store was a small shop of just three rows of candles giving off scents, the owner of the stuff over the countering reading a book. He heard about the store from a friend of his online and the place had pretty great reviews. Danny looked at one row of the candles and saw one in particular that looked interesting. The candle had this orange and black patterned wax and after a waft, He found it to smell a nice floral smell. Intrigued he went and took the candle to the counter.
“Excuse me sir.” Danny said to the owner, still reading the book. “I’ll take this candle, how much for it.”
The owner put down his book and looked at the cand
My Little BirdThe evening kisses cool on the back of my neck. I huddle smaller despite the mildness of the breeze. My thoughts turn inward, abandoning civility as I forget to remember again. Christine is a miraculous disaster. She inherently empowers everyone around her. The chaos that is my consciousness every time she walks through it, as carelessly as haphazard. I form a nest, plant a feeder of tempting humbugs, in the hopes that she will settle for a short while, and let me watch. Snap photographs of my imagination; little intangible keepsakes that contain fragile, happy feelings that manifest only for her. My little bird. I let her fly, and she never returned. I am never truly disappointed. It is impossible for me to feel anything but optimistic and positive when she is in my mind. Smitten.
I travel on in the illusion I created for myself when I feel a crunch under my foot. The pink smoke blows from my eyes, and I see a slight, porcelain, little girl; her left arm now dismembered. Such a beauti
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