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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
A Scaled WishThis story has effects of figure swapping of the female variety, with a heavy price. Simple, if you don’t like, don’t read. Enjoy and have a good day. ^^
The loud bustling commute of people traversed the reflective linoleum floors. Conversations in and out of character seemed cluttered as voices spoke, tones getting louder all in an effort to outdo one another. This was the common case at the Cherry Creek Mall. Through all the commotion and consumers, it was a single individual who caught the eye of lady luck.
“Damn it’s crowded today.” Isis looked around frustrated, sliding past the clusters of people atop her pair of blue converse shoes.
The short 5’3” Latina drove through the crowded sections, her body fluent and nimble as she squeezed through. It was what followed her constantly that became an issue, though not in a bad way.
“Geesh, could these people be any closer together?” Isi
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
The Sweet Smell of RevengeThe Sweet Scent of Revenge
"Hey watch where you're going, freak," Miranda yelled rudely as she bumped into Kate, or more accurately walked directly into her.
"Hey, you walked into me," Kate replied with a bite. Kate was one of the few people who was willing to and able to stand up to Miranda and her girls. With pitch black hair, nails, and clothing, one of the schools few goths obviously didn't care much about Miranda's requirements for popularity or the hierarchy she had set up at school, and had, on more than one occasion, actually spit out Miranda and her 'flunkies', much to their surprise and disgust. But this time was different. They had gone out of their way to provoke her, walking directly into her in an almost empty hallway.
"It's not my fault you were in my way," Miranda replied with cattiness in her voice as she walked away, a smile on her face.
"Actually, it is," Kate smirked as she too continued walking, "But don't worry, you'll pay for it soon enoug
The Shadow Game - Mai Valentine TG (Request)
Paul was an avid Yu-Gi-Oh! player. He considered himself pretty good at it. He often won local tournaments and played online quite a bit. He was online playing against some other players like he usually was. He came across a certain player, asking him to play a "shadow game." Paul assumed the guy was just joking, and said "Sure." to him. Nothing was different from any other game. Paul was getting a bit upset, as he kept on getting poor cards and was just generally unlucky. Paul lost the match and was left with a short chat before he disconnected. "Well you lost, and this was a shadow game. Although, the punishment for losing is, let's say, a bit more fun." the opponent said before leaving the lobby. Paul sat at his desk for a moment, taking it in. He assumed it was nothing to worry about, but was still curious why his opponent talked the way he did. Before he could continue, Paul felt a strange feeling surround his body.
Paul's hair grew greatly as it reached down to his back, turning
The Zoo - Group Animal TF/TG (Request)It was that time of the year again. Friends Kathryn, Jill, and Samantha took a trip to the zoo every year. It was a tradition since they were in college, and agreed to always meet up at the Terrence Zoo for a day there. Despite they were still close, they lived a bit far from each other, this day to keep in touch and catch up while checking out some animals. They all arrived and said their hellos and went through the zoo. The trio noticed some animals missing, which they found curious. A worker for the zoo approached them where they questioned it. "Where are the kangaroos, the bison, the lions!" Jill asked. "Glad you asked, please if you all will come with me." the man said, taking them to a room away from the public, hidden by bushes. "Hello you three, I see you have noticed some of our animals, more fitting, our lack there of." a man told them. "Y-yes, they simply aren't there anymore." Kathryn responded. "You see, we are very sort on male animals, most the ones we get are female, so
Mythia's Melon Gum Research
Mythia and Herb are lab partners who love working together as a team. Herb has a knack to test drink any potions before it can be available for public use.
Today, Mythia and Herb are conducting research on creating a special flavored gum that are different from any other common gum people can buy in stores or gas stations. They gathered up all the required ingredients including a fresh green watermelon to get it's flavor.
"Mix them all together and this watermelon gum should be ready to go," Mythia said checking to make sure all systems can go.
"Right on it, Miss Celtil," Herb said and mixed the ingredients as if she was stirring whipped cream icing on a cake.
The machine began making noises like what would you hear in a factory and processed all the ingredients and then finally after the procedure, two pieces of gum were finally made. They were green colored strips that look sweet like a bubble gum flavored gum.
Herb grabbed the two strips and shared one with Mythia. The duo felt acco
The School Of Pokemon: Year 2 Begins!"To think it's... technically, my second year here..." I muttered aloud, looking over at Silenrea and Lucaria, the former floating near the bed i sat on, incidentally created by her, and the latter sitting next to me with a big smile as usual.
My room had finally been transformed into something halfway-decent. The walls had been, literally, painted into a forest-look. The Ceiling had been given, what the Dark-types called, the Clock Paint. It changed from sun to starry night as time passed, they apparently used it often in their rooms. It was... quite nice really. Although in their terms, i owed them an arm and a leg for it, not literally thankfully, but i knew someday, likely soon knowing my luck, that favor would be called upon.
I had gotten a dresser to use for whatever I dang well please, made lovingly out of shells, literally. Giant, Seashells. Don't ask how it worked. I'd probably give myself a headache trying to explain.
Despite all the craziness I had seen from this place so fa
How I claimed Amy Rose pt. 04How I claimed Amy Rose
A narrative through the eyes of Shadow the Hedgehog
I sat still for what felt like hours. What the hell do I do? What would Amy think if she caught me?! Why am I so nervous with Blaze sitting on my lap? That's innocent enough.... right? I flinch as Blaze shifts a bit in my lap and actually hugs me and rests her head on my chest.... I start to sweat as my heart races.... Why am I so nervous? Why am I worried of Amy will see this? It's not like she would be jealous.... Would she?
"Mmmmmmm hey there Silver.... It's been a while...." Blaze groans out as she rubs her head on my chest. i think she can feel my chest tuft under my shirt....
Goddammit.... I don't know what to do.... I freeze as I hear the kitchen door swing open and footsteps coming my way....
With Amy in front, she looks at me, smirks, and crosses her arms, "So, getting re-acquainted with Blaze, eh Shadow?"
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
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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