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I Trust YouI trust you
I trust you
I trust you
I trust you
So far from confidence
So far from feeling whole
Does it even exist anymore?
Embarrassed to love you outright
I can neither let go
Nor let you be happy
I wanted you to be happy with me
I trust you
I trust you
I trust you
That you tell me the whole truth
That you don’t shield your reservations
Protecting that that can destroy us
In case of failure
You assure our fate
Just as I do with my accusation
By pretending you love only me.
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
“I’m done with you! This was your last chance and what did you do?! You screwed up again!” You yelled into your phone at your now ex-boyfriend. He once again cheated on you for the third time along with gambling, smoking, and buying useless things. He was using up all your hard earned money and you let him thinking that he had really changed this time. It always seemed like he had for a couple weeks but then things would change as soon as you started to save up your money and it seemed like you would have extra to spare which he would take form you instead of using the money he had. You really loved him but it was time to move on and not let him back into your life. You felt hot tears whelm in your eyes as you looked up at the sky. Finally, you decided it was good to walk for a bit to clear your mind.
As you walked, you soon came to Venice, not realizing how far you had walked form your home. You live in Italy for years and spoke the language well but you preferred to
Tonight the Sky FallsFallenstar padded out of his den, a look of concern and fatigue crossed his face. Nutmeg hadn't stopped laughing for about five minutes, her shrill cackle was starting to hurt his ears. He wondered for a moment if they were bleeding, or would be soon...though he could have sworn they had already started to.
He narrowed his eyes as he heard rustling coming from the entrance to his camp. His hackles began to raise and his fur stand on end as the rustling became louder, and Fallenstar kept his eyes on the leafy barrier to see who it was that would enter.
Much to his relief, the sound faded away as Swiftleap and Sorrelfox trotted into view, Swiftleap with a piece of prey dangling from his jaws. The young black-and-white tom mumbled something to his senior companion that Fallenstar couldn't hear, but brushed away as unimportant as Sorrelfox padded over.
"Fallenstar," the somali panted, his pelt covered in leaves and a piece of spiderweb. They had just returned from their patrol of th
Elven ImmigrantsBenny was complaining about elves again. It'd become a bi-weekly ritual for us. We'd meet for lunch, he'd sit there and cram his sandwich in his mouth, talking between every bite as soon as his mouth was clear enough to give his tongue room to work, and I'd dutifully turn my attention to my soup of the day and salad and pretend to care. I liked to think I'd gotten used to his vitriol. I liked to think I'd gotten used to all of it, the graffiti, the snide talking heads on the television, the internet hate groups. The vandalism at the shelter where I worked. We had to put up security cameras. I'd been threatened with a knife once, in the parking lot, until Deregyth came out and broke the man's wrist. I had been too shocked to move. The aged elf just watched the man flee, clutching his wrist, stumbling in his terror and haste to get away, and then the elf turned and his narrow eyes regarded me for a brief moment. Impassive.
Being Put Into PlaceAUTHOR'S ADVISORY: The following story contains soft vore and is not suitable for all tastes and preferences. Viewer discretion is advised prior to reading.
The late morning sun fell across my face, forcing me to get out of bed to begin the day. Life had become relatively slow over the past two weeks since having received my eighth badge and thus finishing my first gym circuit, though I would have been a fool to think the stresses of life had gone with the speed, for a new problem had arisen. One that would ultimately reshape who I was, and how I interacted with my friends. By the way, my name is Ted.
I pushed myself out of bed and proceeded to get myself dressed. With any luck, I'd be able to get out of the house before Mara, my Milotic and the one that I was having so many of my problems with found me. Soon, I was dressed and I stepped out into the hall. It was silent enough that I could'
Princess Lemon Berry
Hema sneaked into the kitchen without her father on watch. She wanted to find something to snack on like her usual favorite deserts. She smelt a fresh lemon cake sitting on the counter and helped herself.
"This cake is the tops," she chewed with her mouth full.
The lemon cake became nothing but empty with crumbs sitting on the cake holder. She wiped her mouth clean with a napkin and let out a cute burp.
Suddenly, she felt something strange happening to her body. Her skin pigment changed into a yellow color like a lemon from her face to her arms, legs and hands.
"I'm turning yellow!" Hema gasped and watched herself change color on her hand.
Hema swelled up larger and rounder with her clothing stretching out and grew almost to the size where she could almost touch the ceiling.
Now that Hema is a giant round yellow ball, she is now a huge lemon berry.
"Did the effects of this particular cake do this to me?" Hema rolled a little.
Her hands and feet sunk into her round body as she cannot mo
Dragon TF You can't help but look around in wonder as you enter the mouth of the cave, glistening rocks covering the walls and bats chirping quietly from the ceiling. "This place is beautiful," You whisper, pulling a small LED torch from your leather satchel. With a smile you continue searching the cave, the beam of your light searching the rocks and revealing multiple crevices and little creatures running around the floor and the walls. Ancient inscriptions and symbols cover the walls, never read and undisturbed for hundreds of years. Until now... You smile
You turn as you walk, hoping too look at everything you can but not noticing a plinth behind you. With an incredible smash, the blue stone that had been perched atop it splintered as it hit the ground, the dragon imprint shattering into pieces. You gasp and turn quickly, covering your mouth with your hand at whatever artefact you had just clumsily destroyed.
"Oh no..." You murmur, your eyes darting around though not noticing the pale
Clockwork GhostsThomas hated parties.
He especially despised the parties specifically designed to honor her Majesty and country. Granted, due to the recent events that had taken place he couldn’t complain when he and his partner had been awarded generously for their services. He could hardly complain when Sir Mallory pulled him aside to request him personally to assist in the first public séance, for scientific purposes of course. He even managed to squirm his way out of polite conversation. The spotlight was glowing on his partner Ling, who dazzled the queen’s guests with her sharp wit, classic Chinese features, her expensive oriental gown, and strange tales from her homeland far from the cold shores of Great Britain.
Still, he’d rather be tinkering with his latest project. He much preferred the companion of whirling gears and small explosions than of powered young ladies fanning themselves inside their lace prisons adorned with wads of silk that made them look like giant swayi
Raising a Beast (RP)On your journey's, you all of sudden come across a small fragile looking creature. It appeared to be alone, no mother, no father, just sitting in it's nest/den staring dead at you with eyes of curiosity and wonder. It would begin to crawl out of it's nest/den towards you. When you tried to shoo it away, it would just continue to pursue after you like duckling chasing after it's mother. You eventually gave in, guessing that the beast had been abandoned.
A. Merchant - You go from one city to the next, selling you wares to the local towns people to make money for food, clothing, and a warm bed at an inn.
B. Solider - You serve in your allegiance military being moved from one stronghold or camp to the next, often going off to battle to then return wounded or with a few scratches.
C. Bandit - You robe and mug people for a living, your group in constantly moving to keep up with cravens or royalty to robe or kidnap.
D. Alchemist - You wondered the world to study the races, plants, mag
The Neko Outbreak Part 3
The Neko Outbreak
Part Three: Felis University
Hey, folks. Jack speaking. Actually, ladies first.
My, aren’t you a gentleman. Anyway, I happened to bust my daddy’s car (which reaked of cigarettes anyway). And I’m still running for dear life. But those reading, don’t you dare even think I’m a damsel in distress. I’m plenty capable of fending for myself. But thanks for the concern. Back to you narrator.
Wait. I haven’t even told my side of the story. Oh, whatever, I think you all know it well enough. So, now I have a neko at the edge of my coat. What could she possibly want? Narrator. Do continue please.
Before he could take a bite, he felt a tugging on his coat. He turned around and froze at what he saw:
Looking at her, she was about half his height. She has silver hair, wore a pink sailor school uniform, and sported black cat ears and tail. Her expres
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
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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