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identityWhen you look in a mirror, where do your eyes first look at?...You eyes, but sometimes, these eyes aren't your own. They are the persons who you use to cover up your true self. This person is who everyone else sees and who everyone believes is the true you. But in secrecy you really have your true self under lock and key. To keep your true self safe from all harm from the overbearing and judgmental world we all live in. Everyone seeks perfection in themselves and in others, we all are connected to one universal subconscious mind that tells us how to look, think, act, and feel. This person you and many others have made to cover our true selves is a lie. A lie that our everyone's true selves wishes to destroy so it can be heard and let out for all to see. But yet we don't wish to be hurt, so we remain hiding, hoping someone from the outside can destroy the lie...And free us from our impenetrable prisons.
Dancing into a fragile mind.When dancing into a fragile mind you can find yourself losing all hope. And with enough time you'll be laughing at your fragile mind that you must find by looking up to find down. Just as Alice you'll cross through the looking glass and find yourself in the world of your own madness. Then when you dance out of the shadows light and into the suns, you need not be concerned for all but your innocents shall burn. The innocents is what creates your wonderland, if you do not have an innocents then you shall burn by the suns light and never enter your wonderland. For all you will be, is madness.
FateFate is the puppet of the world.
We use it as a guide in hopes of coming across out true self's in the endless darkness of life.
Fate is the dance of the crimson in our veins.
Fate is god's gift.
Fate is held in the devils eye.
The folly of fate is that we choose our own.
Blood bondLife, is like a board game.....We are all players, hardly any of us get to see the end....I believed I would be lost in the games rules and boarders. But, after I met you...... I saw the end of this twisted game..... But, I didn't like what I saw.
All things must change from time to time. Like summer to fall, winter to spring. Most of my life I lived in the United Kingdom with my adopted parents, Samuel and Marry Whitmore. But, over the summer vacation my parents found someone related to me by blood, my aunt and uncle. They lived in America. I'm now leaving for a first class flight to their home in Aspen Colorado. Great; snow.
As the plane is just a few minutes from landing I see everything is cold and pale as ice. I should be able to fit right in here. My pale white skin seems to glow when my long black hair is down. I go to the bathroom one last time to make sure I look okay for meeting my long lost family. My crystal clear aqua eyes are very noticeable compared to my skin and hair.
Teaser for a new series.When all I had is lost, and all I was; is dead to the outside world . What will bring me back? When my world fades all color, and black and white take over; what chance do I have at a happy life? She was all I had; now she's gone. A broken home, a broken family, a broken me . Things look bleak and empty in this world of black and white .. All I was is locked inside now, deep in my mind, spirit, and soul .. Will I have to give them all up to regain the colors of my world; will it bring back my true self too?
Eva chap 3Eva couldn't sleep that night. She lies in her bed just thinking of how could see possible explain to Dante why she was in his room reading his journal. She couldn't help but feel that if Dante leaves and the war continues, it will all be her fault. Eva's mind raced from how tired she was, to how much she hated herself for what she did. Eva crawled out of bed and went to her vanity mirror. She looked herself in the eyes.
Someone then open Eva's bedroom door and stepped in. It was Danny with his teddy.
"Danny, what are you doing up? It's way past your bedtime."Eva said as she went to Danny and sat him on her bed.
"Dante is crying."Danny said simply. Eva then closed her eyes, and through the darkness of the night she could hear faint cries. If it wasn't Dante, then who could it be? Eva knew what she had to do. She went to her door, but before leaving she turned to Danny.
"Don't worry Danny. Big sister Eva will make Dante feel better." When this came out of Eva's mouth, she could hardly b
Eva chap 2The next morning Eva awake to the feeling of joy in her heart; With last night's events still fresh in her mind she leaped with joy to her private bathroom. After Eva was ready for the day she quietly as possible walked down stairs to get breakfast stared for Danny and her. Dante usually made his own breakfast, which form what Eva saw, was just a cup of tea every morning. As Eva stepped into the kitchen she was greeted with something unexpected.
"Good morning." Said Dante as he leaned on the kitchen counter with a fresh cup of tea in hand. Eva was shocked. How could Dante sneak away from Danny? From day one, Eva knew Danny had the inu strength. He could lift something that was 20 times heavier then himself, and his grip was so strong it could snap a steal bar.
"H-How did you-," Eva fumbled with her words.
"Easy when you have magic on your side."Dante said snobbishly as he downed the rest of his tea.
Danny came down the stairs and raced to Eva. He hugged her legs tightly.
"Kitty cat gon
Minds of Z's ProlaugeSome would say it was my own doing. Some would say it was because of my illness. But I would tell you, what I did was because of the folly of myself and the doctors. They believed they could control my illness with a few meds. Hell, I wanted to believe it too But, we didn't realize how strong they were. They sent me into a state of madness which caused me to do such unholy acts that frosty winter night But What was to come Would only further my damnation.
Masquerade Of LifeA masquerade ball,a gathering of people who dress in costume and mask to hind who they are,for one single night. As I see the world today,we enjoy hinding outrselfs. We hind from the ever watching eyes,judgefull and hurting words from others. I believe mask are needed for us all. some who try and bring their trueselfs out,their mask will cracks. As the pain for others fill the person,the mask will cocntinue to crack,intill it shaters and destroys the person from the inside out. I myself have a few cracks in my mask. I feel the cracks grow,I feel it's hopeless to save me and my mask.I sometimes to wish to see to masquerade balls of the old times,in those times where you hid yourself for one night. then you were free from the blinding and pain filled ways of the mask. Back then,it was a masquerade ball,today,in this time,it's a masquerade of life.
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Olympic Swimmer
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Olympic Swimmer
Mike was a fantastic swimmer, he trained every day and had won many prizes as well as competitions, but one day his younger sister gave him an odd swimsuit it covered most of his body resembling a girls one piece swimsuit but his sister assured him it would be fine. He didn't want to upset his adorable sister so put it on and went to the back of his house for a swim (such a good swimmer had to own a swimming pool). He dived in the cool water flowing against his body, for some odd reason it felt nice to swim in the tight fitting swimsuit, as he started to swim his concentration went immediately to his strokes, swimming through the first length of his pool, his body hairs fell off, that wouldn't bother him he was planning to shave his legs to be more hydrodynamic. He completed his second length his large square shoulders made for powerful stroke seem to round and get smaller nothing to noticeable but enough to be seen. Going on to his third
TG Caption This: Don't Leave The Toilet Seat Up!
Well, now I've gone and done it. You may be wondering what it is I've done, well, let me start from the beginning. I was you're average guy in a rented apartment with a female roommate. Arrangements were simple, the rooms clean, except the bedrooms which were a mess, no matter how much we cleaned. Hmm, before I continue I should tell you about myself. My name is... was... umm, Chris, just call me Chris. as I said before, I'm an average guy. Neck length dark brown hair that never looks tidy no matter what I do with it, thin build, a bit of stubble, you know the drill. Now I like to think I'm a nice enough guy. I keep the door open for anyone passing through, I serve others meals before I serve myself, I try to keep out of peoples business when they want me too, I'm always scarce when my roommate has friends round, unless they want me around, etc. But I do have a habit that my roommate hates, and it's why I'm in this situation to begin with. Let me recount the tale for you all.
Dragon-Girl Feeding HabitsWisps of steam and polite, muted feminine voices filled the warm air. Occette sighed, sinking up to her neck in the pleasantly hot waters of the spring. A princess by birth, Occette was accustomed to extravagant luxury, but the tranquil, rocky environs of the hot spring, where she and five other equally nude princesses currently relaxed, was a treat even to her royal sensibilities. The large, circular pool was over 100 feet in diameter, with the center being quite deep, and ringed by tall, impenetrable rock formations except for a single small path that lead to the exit/entrance of the area, providing ample privacy. It was no ordinary hot spring either, of course, or else such a collection of female royalty would not have all been attending at once. Indeed, this spring was situated in a strange and fantastic land know as Felarya, and was fabled to provide longevity and lasting beauty to any virgin maiden who bathed in it . . . and the spring itself
Gone (Contest entry) Simon hadn’t moved in a week.
They had been about to go on another adventure, just the two of them; Lewis had told him to be at the wide meadow an hour’s walk from Yoglabs by noon. The spring day had been clear, and Simon had taken his time walking down the beaten path to their usual meeting place; he was late, but Lewis was used to that. The sky had been a brilliant robin’s egg blue, the poppies were nodding in a soft breeze, and birds chirped softly as they flew overhead on their daily errands.
The sky was clear now, and he hated it. How could the sun be shining like nothing had happened? The sky would be eternally gray for him now.
He’d heard the struggle before he’d seen it, the worn boots which clad his feet scuffing up small plumes of dust as Simon increased his pace. One hand had risen to adjust his horned helmet in preparation of a fight. The sounds had gotten louder as he’d approached: voices raised in anger and d
Morning Spells ( Hijack, Kids )" Mama! Mama!" " M-m-ma-ma-ma-ma!"
Hiccup opened one green eye, only to quickly close it, pulling his hand up casually over his mouth to hide his smile.
Jack giggled softly against the pillow, he knew what Hiccup was up to.
The twins came rushing in, and though they weren't quite able to climb up on the bed, Frost still attempted to, and December resolved to gently poke Hiccup.
With Daddy's help, Frost made her to perching on top of Jack's back, then rolling over him and squeezing space between Jack and Hiccup.
" Mama!" She squeaked.
Hiccup restrained his giggles and Jack lightly bit his own tongue to stop from laughing.
" Mama!" Frost squealed a bit louder, determined to get Hiccup's attention.
" E-a-s-s-st-ter-r." December whimpered, attempting and failing to climb up in the bed like his sister.
Then they both looked up at Jack at the exact same time.
" Okay, okay, Daddy will handle this. So you see, Mama's under a spell-"
Both of the twins gasped simulta
The Origin of:BENThe backstory of: BEN.
"SHUT UP!" The snow-globe smashed into the wall next to a boys head. He cried out, fresh tears streaming down his face, and quickly ran upstairs. He pushed a door open, quickly slamming it shut once inside. This boys name..Was Ben. He had been born to an abusive household, consisting of just himself and his two parents. They always would be getting drunk, fighting, having parties. All the usual things drunkards like them would do. Ben was sweet boy at heart, with blonde locks and big, brown eyes. He would do all he could to make others happy, and LOVED to play video games. Ben would always turn on his Nintendo 64 and play all sorts of games, especially his favorite, Majoras Mask. It was slightly beaten, losing its decals, and now was just a grey cartridge with the words "MAJORAS MASK" written on the back in black marker. But, to Ben, no matter how worn and old it was, he would always play. Even when he had beaten the game over twenty times, he would just re
The Celestial GuardianAndes entered the grove with an ominous stare. The eerie greens and browns of the thick forest canopy swayed gently among the high gale like some solemn ritual. A pool rippled on the far corner of the grove, showering the dewy grass with rainbows of blurred water vapor. The high moon provided scant light among the shrouded silhouettes of trees and bushes, sending a linear wave of cold fear tracing down Andes' spine. He carefully dropped a hand to his scabbard and entered the grove.
A thick smell brought his cautious approach to a halt as abruptly as a thunderclap. Something gave the young man pause, something faintly sour like decaying flesh. His hand hovered idly above his sword's hilt, unable to make the final descent and withdraw his steel blade. Andes felt as if he was drowning. His lungs strained to expand and inhale the life oxygen that his body was so desperately in need of. Swirling, shadowy tendrils leaped into being and traced along the forest canopy, sinuously circling the y
Attack on Titan: Marlo x reader (short)
The Military Police: A prestigious branch of the military, if you ask me. Higher (superior) authority, boasting a healthy mixture of justice and responsibility. Be you one of the people who could handle being called "someone who wants an easy way out", it was the place to be. It wasn't until after joining the Military Police that I finally had a routine, and identified with purpose. There had never been any doubts, even from the beginning, this is where I'd end up. There was far too much to be said about the Brigade, and yet here I was; struggling to find any one of my comrades throughout the town. One day of nothing exciting happening, and the squad scrambles to do whatever they want. No one had a sense of the regimen we were suppose to follow. One slow day, and everyone assumes they can take off. I was well aware some of them had used illicit ways to guarantee their spot in the Military Police, and yet this stunt had still flipped my expectations on every single one of
Born of Lightning and Death ( Hijack )Jack mumbled quietly, his arm tightening around Hiccup. The viking and the spirit were fast asleep, snuggling in the pitch blackness of Hiccup's bedroom. With a soft squeak, Hiccup curled up in a tighter ball, clasping the corner of the fluffy blanket. Jack had insisted on it, the viking had been shivering in his sleep and it was December on Berk.
Jack smirked in his sleep- no shivering. Just a peaceful night with the sleepy brunette tucked under his arm.
Jack shrieked, jumping up in the bed, clutching the blanket.
Half-asleep, he flung open the shutters of the window, whacking Toothless with a well-aimed pillow.
" Born of lightning and death itself indeed! SHUT UP TOOTHLESS I'M SLEEPING!!"
With a grumble, Jack flopped back down on the bed, wrapping his arms around a very shaken, very sleepy, and very wide-eyed Hiccup.
rose marryNORMAL LIFE
I never thought my life would be nothing but normal, but at this point in my life, I'd tell you, no one's life will ever be normal, ever again.
It was a warm august morning. We find a small house; inside the second story window we find a 18 year old girl how can't decided what to wear to the first day of her collage boarding school.
"Mom I don't know what to wear."The girls said as she holds up a shirt over her chest while looking at herself in the mirror.
"Well, you could always wear the school uniform." Said the girl's mother
"Mom, that uniform is lame." Said the girl
"Lilly, come on, just try it, for me, please." Begs Lilly's mother
Lilly look down on her bed to see a white button up shirt, a dark red tie, a dark red over jacket with gold trimming on the wrist, and a dark red mini skirt.
"At least it's not gray." Lilly thought to her self
"Come on Lilly, you know dark red is your favorite color." Lilly's mother said
Lilly knows her mom wouldn't drop the subject until s
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