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Cursed By The LightWithin the day a depression deepens
Out of control, a freak in the light of the moon
The sun rises and the feelings of loathing rises with the dawn
A beast burning within, waiting for the pale of the moons coldness on my flesh
I feel damned by the light, a beast of the wild and chaos by the bitter bite of the feral night
There is a soul that shirks the day, cursed by the light, longing for the eternal caress of the gloomy eventide
HeroHearts singing in exaltation.
Eagles wings spread wide, winds lifting them up.
Rare do we see that the truth that out hero is the one within us.
Only do you need to stop looking without and embrace and revel in the joy inside.
TearsThe wet liquid flows from my eyes.
Even this late in my life I see a truth unseen before.
An angel of mercy shining her light into the darkness of my life.
Rest comes now and I give over my weary body and mind to the woman within.
Salty seas left behind, there is a brightness that beckons me into a future filled with endless love.
VictimVoices telling me my worth
Ice crystals melting by my warm blood
Crawling off the floor, wings sprouting forth
This time I'll listen to myself, I'll fly above it all
I am freeing myself of the shackles of personal objectivity
Master of my destiny and fate, my future is free of being a victim
AngelAscending beyond this flesh, a spark
No more will I deny myself, I see the truth
Grieving for the past and present, it needs to stop
Enchanted rapturous bliss, I feel the love inside my heart
Lost but now found, an angel of heaven lifted me out of my shell
Get OutGrainy and blurry memories.
Eat away at my self-confidence from within.
The voices set it in and they whisper sweet little lies.
Only I see that those voices are all mine, too much to bear.
Under the blackness and cover of night do these whispers come rolling in.
There is one stronger than all the others and hers fills my night, for she is my moon.
Why did she want to go see Thalia so much? Evira is always sticking around Thalia, why doesn't she just stay and play with us?
The small cub's thoughts burned through her mind. She watched absent-mindedly as the dark colored ocelynx cub Argyl chomped somewhat reluctantly on a hard-shelled beetle as his lighter-colored brother, Roanoke goaded him on with teases on how "good it tasted", not about to let his brother out of this one.
Stupid Evira... Thalia's my friend too... She focused on the ground. The words that were exchanged a short while ago, were slowly being turned in her little head. Just because she's bigger, she thinks I can't learn too? Who is she to tell me what I should be?!
Evira and the brothers had been hanging out with Thalia and Laertes a bit more often than usual. They would disappear without saying anything to her, usually for hours on end. The boys would come back and play with her readily, but Evira would stand off more and more. It was almost a
Cheap Commissions OpenHi, So, as some of you may have heard, im trying to sell some of my art, as Im in need of money for school supplies and a new bag, as mine is nearly unusable.
Im opening commissions.
Prices CAN be negotiated with.
Chibi: (Style will be varied, as the examples are on the older side.)
Headshot line art:
Andriod girl by Lovely--Lust
Polo pout! by Lovely--Lust 2014 by Lovely--Lust Kiara the Neko[With speed paint] by Lovely--Lust
Aka [Requested/Gift] by Lovely--Lust
Haru Chibi Page Doll by Lovely--Lust Catty Chibi Page Doll by Lovely--Lust Rio Chibi Pixel Doll by Lovely--Lust
Application(with you OC) For this, you MUST give me a chosen background, i will NOT use the one shown) :
Sayuri [Ref] by Lovely--Lust Kira[Ref] by Lovely--Lust Ritsuka[Ref] by Lovely--Lust
How to play... a TzimisceAgain, the Sabbat isn't really my thing, but I actually have a kind of love to the Tzimisce clan which can have such strange characters, yet playable and interesting!
The Tzimisce clan is the clan that puts together so many concepts and so many myths around the vampire that for me, they're not just "one clan". Animal control masters, mansion holders, creepy dominion owners, eastern-european accents... Also, walking in long corridors with certain fabrics. That's all of what the Tzimisce make me think of when I first consider the clan. Of course it's cliché. That's the point, and that's what I'll try to fight or twist into interesting characters here.
Of course, to me, the urban monster is the Nosferatu, not the horrible alienesque Tzimisce, but that's because I'm European and if there's one clan I have a hard time imagining as modern, it's the Tzimisce.
It would be easy to make a difference between Old and New clan
The lion and the shotgun
There he was...
In all his glory...
He was known as different names and meanings...
But what humans thought about him....
What animals thought about him....
No one could define him...
He was what he felt....
What he breathed...
He was the air...
He was just free....
His brave eyes feared others....
But he was just being himself...
He was brave....
He never hide....
He face his fate...
He created his fate...
He was not good....
He was not evil...
But than just for fun a shot....
The lion was bleeding...
The one who shot him...remain in the shadows...
The lion with a strong roar...show all his strong...
And than another shot...and another..
The human laugh...feeling strong for defeat the beast....
But for a seconds....even with all the distance between them..
Even with a weapon in his hands...
He felt the brave spirit from the last roar...
The claws was defeated...
The fire weapon was the winner...
In a world the cowards
I Spy With My Little Eye..... PSYCHOPATH!„I’m not a psychopath, Mr. Hare.“
„I’m sorry, but you came here to be evaluted, and I am evaluating you. Fully and truthfully. You show all the signs of psychopathy.“
„Oh really? Really? What are they? Enlighten me!“
„Psychopaths loose their temper easily.“
„OH BLESS YOUR HEART! I could be a doctor at this rate of „evaluating“!“
„If I were you I’d- “
„You’re just proving me right Mr. Wilhelm…“
It was a late evening in the city of Balshoi when Wilter Wilhelm has decided to take upon the notes people have been leaving on his facebook and google plus page. Such comments as „Wilhelm is a psychopath! Don’t let him manipulate you.“ or „Screw that guy! He killed my family.“ And then continuing to – „Yo what a shithead! He should go see a psychiatrist!“. The BIO/A media agents tried their hardest, but wi
Merry Sport.featuring Lord Rowan of Glenmore
Hills between Glenwood and Loch Kerr
AUTUMN - Year 756 of the New Age
With his nose to the dirt Rowan picked his way through the underbrush of the northern Glenwood, his eyes only half opened as he tried his hardest to concentrate. He moved slowly, his hooves hesitantly taking one step after another as he attempted to feel the forest around him. Where the hell was that meadowoak? He knew it grew in this area, but for now, it was eluding him. How long had he been out here? Pretending to know what he was doing… as he aimlessly wandered around. He’d seen his father pick a lone, single plant of his choosing out of a dense field, simply by using his magic to locate it. He made it look so easy. Frustrated, the grey stag snorted at the forest floor, sending up a spray of leaves as he stopped to glance skyward.
His breath turned frosty white in the autumn air as he again sighed. The hillsides were quiet this time of year
Art_ Drawing_ Challenge Today's Challenge
This is Test to see if good at Drawing Emma X Ryuga
What Types Drawings~
Emma Sama Drawing
Fullbody and back Ground
Bestfirend Drawing~ Ryuto and Yu and Emma
Fullbody and BackGround
your oc and emma
ENJOY! Comment on here,
This Challenge Of This test does have Point Cost~ 10 points each
Pranking Dad*Third Person*
Chevonne and Kendall grinned at each other then quickly snuck away from their daddy who was snoozing away on the couch even after what they had just done to him as payback for pranks he pulled on them a week ago.
"Think he'll realize what we did to him?" Chevonne asked, curiosity lacing her tone.
"Not until later, Chevy." Kendall grinned. The two sisters snickered then walked away from the living room and towards the game room.
I walked into Monty's house after using his spare key with Payton following along behind me. We had decided to come visit Monty and his girls while Leighla took Blake to the mall to buy her little sister some new clothes as well as buying herself a few things.
"I wonder where Monty is." I mused.
"I'm not sure. Flora said she's out with little Lexi shopping and that Chevy and Kendall are here with him." Payton said. Before I could say anything I heard a shout of "Hey, that's cheating!" coming from the game room and chuckled, knowing that th
CreepyPasta: The Watcher
NO ESCAPE! ALWAYS WATCHING!
Do you ever get the feeling that you’re being watched? Have you ever seen something out of the corner of your eye, and turned around to see what it was, only to realize that there’s nothing there? Have you looked in the mirror and saw something standing behind you, but realize that it disappears when you blink? Have you woken up in a cold sweat and swearing that you felt something touch you in your sleep? What if I told you it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you? What if I told you that I’ve seen… It?
About two weeks ago I decided to invite two of my friends to spend a few days at my house. We had all moved away from the town where we first met, so we hadn’t seen each other in months. The three of us agreed to take the same vacation days off of work, and would all meet up at the airport. Leslie and I both lived only a couple of hours away from the agreed airport, so we were able to meet there relatively
Wake Up!Aoru wandered for what seemed to like hours. A thick fog rolled over the horizon obscuring all vision. A little panicked but with some composure she trudged on. After a long time of walking the fog started to lift and she found herself at the entrance to a graveyard. Curiosity sinking in, she felt the hand of fate giving her a little push. She entered the place with her head held high. That's when she started to hear whispers. She looked around not being able to pinpoint where the whispers were coming from. They almost seemed coming from all around her. She stopped in her tracks. And then looked down. What she saw scared her beyond all reason; it was a gravestone with her name on it. A shadowy figure erupted from the ground and rocked her body. Inside her mind she heard a scream; WAKE UP!
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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