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Corpse Party MemeMS. YUI
[ ] You have purple eyes/eyes that look purple
[ ] You have medium brown hair.
[ ] You like cats
[ ] You aspire to be/already are a teacher
[ ] You are loyal to those you care about, no matter what happens.
[ ] You're enthusiastic about your hobbies, even if you think you're bad at them
[ ] You care about others more than yourself
[ ] You enjoy English class in school
[ ] You are slightly below average height and weight
[ ] You don't like unmotivated teachers
[ ] Your hair is black
[ ] You have blue eyes
[ ] You love occult things
[ ] You love scaring people
[ ] You are usually regarded as responsible
[ ] You're short for your age
[ ] Even though you put up a tough front in public, you're actually quite insecure
[ ] You can prove quite brave and resourceful if you have to.
[ ] You dream of being an illustrator
[ ] Looking on the web usually disheartens you because you see so many people who are better than you.
[ ] You have dark hair
[ ] You have dark
p a p e rSharp on the edges, smooth in the middle.
Plain and white, or was I rigidly lined?
Even if I was, it was washed away in the storm that is life.
Until I seem like a non-living thing,
Only a tool for venting and tearing and throwing.
I'm the lonely scrap,
Blowing in the icy breeze.
Torn from the familiar notebook,
Lost in the bustling city.
Jostled by feet,
Stomped and torn apart.
A loving hand occasionally strokes me,
And makes something beautiful out of me,
But there are too many haters in this world.
The beauty is lost in a rain of tears and cruelty.
I'm ripped through the heart, then sloppily taped.
Crumpled and thrown, then half-heartedly smoothed.
Graphite stains my face, but then kind and cruel things are erased.
But I have memory too; nothing's really gone.
Light gray echoes, and almost-rips. It's barely there.
Barely is enough for me to feel it.
But even if I may appear to be clean and neat,
I'm internally battered.
Tested by the little of the world I've seen,
And more important
Brightly dancing colors,
Insubstantial as imagination,
Changeable as human memory.
Does the eternal blaze
Ever long for a drop of true form?
A slight shackle of direction and purpose?
It brings death, that's true.
But from death comes life.
Sometimes, as I stare into my fireplace,
I wonder these things.
If fire lived, who would she be?
WatercolorA pale, watery lilac
Falls down upon the pencil-sketched canvas.
Thin misty red
Delicately coats formerly monochromatic roses.
Gold tints the sunset
And the harvest-ready grain.
Tart Persian pink
Tickles the plain white sky.
A rich royal blue, diluted by water
Cascades through the frothing rivers.
Watercolor paints my canvas
And every inch of my world.
SilenceIt lurks everywhere,
Hiding like a cat,
Waiting for vulnerability.
It swoops in,
On owl's wings.
And there's not a pin to drop.
Silence lurks everywhere,
The final nothing in the beginning of everything.
It reigns at the end of days,
And Earth's final shuddering breath.
Counting every day.
Says the clock,
Until all time fades away.
Looking DownYou look down upon me,
As a human sees a cat.
I'm small, insignificant, a worthless pet.
You, on the other hand,
Believe you should be a god.
However, I look down upon you
As a cat sees a human.
You're loud, gossipy, and arrogant.
I, on the other hand,
Could walk alone.
Just a SketchHow can lines on paper
Summon such emotion?
How can a sketch,
From third-grade friends,
Bring me to tears every time
I dare to spare a glance?
They're just signatures
And childish drawings on notebook pages
Ripped away from a journal.
Or was the paper looseleaf to begin with?
Why does it even matter?
It's just a sketch.
Maybe it's the memories,
Of running through the forest.
Light filtering through the canopy,
And laughter bubbling.
Maybe it was the danger,
Living on the edge.
The constant thread of tornadoes,
Winds, and thunderstorms.
Or maybe it's that strange calling to home.
A flutter in the heart.
Maybe I yearn for simplicity again.
But who cares?
It's only just a sketch.
Adoptable PolicyADOPTABLE POLICY
As I will be doing adoptables in the near future, I want my policy for adoptables to be VERY ACCESSABLE to everyone.
Here are my rules:
1. You may NOT modify the design significantly (Changing pre-designated names/family counts. Not all adoptables will include this) without permission. However, if you want to switch around the markings or gender (but NOT species) a little, that's acceptable.
2. You must credit me in the FIRST artwork/litwork you make involving the character, or any that list the OC profile. Beyond that, no credit is required (but it is appreciated!)
3. There will be no bartering on the price unless specified otherwise.
4. You may not resell my adoptables.
5. You should be active with them. I don't like to see my art go to waste, even if it is for points.
6. If any of the above rules are broken, I will NOT refund any points. I will, however, open that specific adoptable up for adoption again, and leave a notification on your page that I am
A Late Night TG Part 2 (Final)
Ryan was your average everyday guy. He had a good job and went to a nice college as well. Tonight he had just finished playing video games online with his best friend Ted. They had just now called it a night and he was relaxing now on his couch from that intense session.
"Ah, man tonight was fun. But man those mobs nearly kicked our butts." He chuckled thinking to himself of new strategies for tomorrow. "Good thing its summer vacation otherwise I'd so sleep in and be late for classes but I'm not so who cares." He shrugged dismissing the thought of school like most would.
After that thought Ryan lounged around for a bit before getting up heading into the kitchen fixing up a late night snack. He easily settled on some buttery popcorn putting it in the microwave standing back waiting. "Oh man, I can smell it already." He said staring at the popping bag filling up with his favorite snack.
The microwave buzzed and Ryan opened it, immediately sticking his hand in the open bag getting a handf
Awesome Mix Peter Quill x Tomboy!Reader
A/N: Set after GOTG, where the crew are chillin' in ____'s ship.
"Beverages and required substances have been prepared and accomplished in the 'kitchen'." Gamora bowed before letting everyone be seated, the meal was finally from Earth.
"Damn this looks good." ____ immediately stuff the double bacon cheeseburger in her mouth, the meat slightly falling out of said mouth. Gamora cringed at her unlady like actions but cautiously toyed with her salad. Groot stared blankly at the meat, Rocket had devoured his and Peter was munching through.
"I second that." Peter said with a mouth full.
"So attractive." ____ muffled back.
"That's why you're dating me babe."
"Two reasons to be sick right now, fuck my head hurts." Rocket said sarcastically, rubbing his head exaggerating as per usual.
_____ and Peter looked at eachother straight away, their eyes locking with mischevious intentions.
"I am Groot."
"What do you mean I shouldn't of said that?-"
"Hey (hey) What's the matter with your head? yeah.
How to Become A Slender Proxy(Disclaimer Note: the Slender Man and his proxies are a work of fiction.
Please, do not take this seriously.)
~ WARNING: IF YOU STILL RETAIN SOME OF YOUR SANITY, DO NOT
TAKE PART IN THIS RITUAL. IF YOU ARE WILLING TO ACCEPT THE
RESULTS OF THIS RITUAL, PLEASE CONTINUE. THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE TO QUIT. ~
Define Proxy: a servant and/or helper to the mythical creature, the Slender Man. Proxies are said to be the Slender Man's only human connection to the outside world. A Proxy's duty varies depending on what tasks their Master assigns to them. A few examples are: maintaining order in the Slender Woods, translating their Master's thoughts and speech to others, even going as far as 'taking care of' those who are in their Master's way. Whatever the Slender Man wants, it is the Proxy's job to make sure it happens, cleanly or not. It is assumed by many that the Slender Man sees its Proxies as simply nothing more than personal
Mistake G/TSeveral years ago, there was a curious human child who found a shy giant child in the forest, living with a human family. The human family doesn't know where the giant came from, but they told the child he was friendly and kind, and also told her not to mention him to anyone.
The giant and human became friends over time and things were going well...until the 'event' had happened.
The human, now a young teenager at the time, was about to be attack by another human when the giant saved her. The way he saved her though, had terrified her, since his behavior was completely different from his gentle and kind nature. When the giant tried to comfort her thought she freaked out and ran away, calling him a monster. This hurt the giant deeply, and he didn't know what to do.
The worst and biggest mistake was after she ran away from him...she sold him out because she was scared. After she sold him out though she regretted it and she wanted to warn the family but it was already too late. The giant
Stolen TreasureStolen Treasure
Part 1: The Big Day.
Warning: M/M, Light Tcest.
Characters(Main): Michelangelo, Raphael, Usagi, Leonardo.
Pairing: Usagi/Michelangelo, implied Leonardo/Michelangelo.
Michelangelo sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a long black kimono with orange and white flowers down this sides of it. It was his wedding day. Today Michelangelo was marrying the eldest son of the Royal family, Miyamoto Usagi. It was an arranged marriage that Michelangelo father, Splinter, had agreed to. Splinter believed that Mikey would make a fine partner for Miyamoto Usagi. Splinter was Usage master and trained the young rabbit at an early age. Mikey and Usagi had known each other and been friends since they were little, but Mikey didn’t realize Usagi was in love with him until the day Splinter told him that he would be marrying Usagi.
A gentle knocking at the door brought Mikey out of his thoughts. Slowly Mikey
Fullmetal Kingdom ~ Chapter 105
Chapter 105: Similar Saviors
On the rooftops of Traverse Town, Alphonse finally reached Edward, who was on Isaac's trail! Al jumped to his side and said, "Brother, the Transmutation, it seems Isaac is-!"
The Elrics were caught by surprise as Eastern Liberators popped out of the windows and doorways to pump them full of lead! As the brothers dodged, Ed asked, "Sorry about the intermission Al, can you repeat that?" Ed punched the nearest gunman while Al batted away two more and said, "Isaac's Transmutation was designed to freeze over the entire city, including the military base!"
After driving his foot into a Liberator's stomach, Ed said, "I've noticed the Ice walls curving and connecting, there must be a few Circles hidden around the city. We crush them, the city's safe, but we still need to catch up with 'Mr. Brow'-!" As soon as Ed clocked someone from behind and threw him at Al to slam to the ground, Al reported, "Isaac's our priority, Sora said he'll deal
junior year.. it was really bad last year because of the school stress
break down every week
literally every week at least one day of the week
at my worst... of depression
I've probably been on the floor of my bedroom
and I wouldn't be able to get up because of how "heavy" I felt
of course we can put aside the crying and silent screaming
I've "thought" about suicide, but not leaned to the side of "going to commit it"
because there's nothing in death
no one waiting on the other side
nothing there on the "other side"
there isn't even an "other side"
your brain is shut down
its like sleeping
you don't remember anything, you don't feel anything
and hard as it sounds, I'm the person that would rather feel than not feel anything at all
I find it hard to laugh a lot. Most of the time its forced
I don't smile always
and usually I can be very quiet somedays with my head down and it seems I may be spacing out
I find it hard to enjoy things like I used to
I could go to a new amusement park
The Blue Demoness of Brazil: Chapter 2
It was 1:23 PM and Patrick was still going over the letter and notes sent by his friend, Bernardo Oliveira. More disturbing was the ideology of a curse they contained. Patrick had long been a skeptic of such things. But after his dealings with Panthera, and the knowledge he had gotten from Jordan Raven, he couldn't dismiss them so lightly. It was then that Lucy Milford entered with a tray.
Patrick didn't look up as he barked, “Susan I said go to lunch!”
“Calm down Patrick, I brought you some lunch.” Lucy replied as she set the tray down with a plate of food, and a pitcher of lemonade, and a glass.
Patrick seemed frustrated as he looked up to her. “You women are worse than my housekeeper Kapeka.”
“Who do you think made your lunch? By the way, what are you doing in here?” Lucy said sitting on his desk.
“Research...why are you here?” Patrick looked at the tray, “Hmm, pirozhky and baursaki. Delicious but fattening.”
The Man in the Moon“My offer from last night still stands.” Liz reminded me. “Have you made your decision?”
I looked up at her, a forlorn smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. It was remarkable how close we’d grown over the last several months. We were so different. Yet, on a fundamental level, we were the same.
As a human, I should have experienced a number of emotions when faced with one of Liz’s kind. Fear, anxiety, anger, and despair were all warranted. The dragon race deserved nothing less: in six months they had wiped out all trace of human civilization, and in less than a year they’d driven mankind to the brink of extinction.
On the surface, Liz seemed just as savage as the rest of her species. A tangled myriad of black scales, white claws, and piercing red eyes, the dragon harbored a predatory finesse that would have put any Earthly carnivore to shame. But most dangerous and most defining of all was her size: while most men were lucky to stand six fee
RP AREA: Room 1-AThis room is dimly lit. The dark, rotting floorboards creak at even the slightest motion. Desks and chairs are haphazardly strewn everywhere in the shadowy room. In fact, the clutter just so happens to block the passage between the north and south halves of the room. The hungrily gaping holes don't make things any easier, either. On the west side of the room, there are two doors. One in the north half, one in the south. Both lead to the hallway.
The south half of the room appears to be where a class would've sat, while the north half houses the teacher's pedestal and a chalkboard. A cabinet blocks another set of doors, which seem to be affixed to the wall as a tantalizing decoration. The tall windows aren't much better; they won't break, open, or even budge.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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