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Ran againWere Done.
¨I were done,¨
said the boy.
Where did cubey go?
the boy drew many
Was Pete and Jay
Jay said to Pete
¨Get up off yer feet!¨
Go in and meet
Some nice ol mary daisy.¨
Then Pete said ¨Sure¨
He got off the floor
And ran to the door
Shouting ¨This time I may
Just go crazy.¨
Low and behold
Pete found his gold
And proceeded to have a baby....
Well, not physically but he
got someone to be his wife
I Am.I´m outta here.
To Greece I will go
Meet me there
After I have grown.
A Man I will become.
Maybe you will join me
On my fertile patch of land.
Let´s get married
Once I am a man.
Don´t worry about the baby
The trees that encircle my land
Will protect her and give her company
For this is my Space of Love.
The Beloved and Us.Around the earth
Blows the breath of God.
beloved and adored
Are all given boundless power.
Through the power of the heart
They were given all the universe
To govern and command.
Ancients were they
And they loved and cared well
For all the Earth
Children of the Earth,
Beloved of the Father
the fire of love
Their holy name
Boundless were the Ancient´s joy
Until the Great Insanity began.
And here we are today
Is this the end?
Have we lost our joy?
Have we lost,
What it is that we treasure most:
No matter how much we suppress or subdue
The heart´s impulses
It will always remain
Across the universe
Spanning all the Earth
Embracing everyone´s potential
Loving all for who they ARE
I will try,
Interview of a dandelion.INTERVIEW EXCLUSIVE!!!
The following interview is the weed´s first say on the matter.
20 Q and A with a dandelion.
Q: ¨What are your views on 9/11?¨
Dandelion: ¨I don´t know really. I am, after all, a dandelion. ¨
Q: ¨What would you do if someone pulled out your neighbor but NOT you?¨
Dandelion: ¨Considering that I am, after all, a dandelion, I´d say that that would upset me dearly.¨
Q: ¨What would you have to say about global warming?¨
Dandelion: ¨Well, I would say I do appreciate the hurricanes as they do disperse my seeds well. I am, after all, just a dandelion.¨
Q: ¨What´s your favourite colour?¨
Dandelion: ¨I´d have to say yellow.¨
Q: ¨What religion do you follow?
Hopes and dreams.A day and a night.
A breeze of a wind
Soldiers marching on
Daylight creeping out
Singing of an ancient time
When the song was still the same
Marching in the gloomy days
When streets were lined with slime
Calling out and pleading
With the mists of space and time
She hears me all too clearly
But space and time sink deep
Walking through the jungle
And I see a light ahead
A shack built sound of timber
InappropriateThe walls are now closer
"Hold me" I say
And a tear wells
Sliding, falling down my face
A tear falls
A tear falls
Soothing is a tear
Opeaning is a tear
A tear is the heart's greatest compassion
I said to hold
Me, a hopeless
Don't disillusion yourself
"But I want her"
Will you cry with me?
But that was then
I am not sad
This heart is filled with peace
A letter to the public
This is not for her
If you are wondering
If only you knew
Know only this
I will stay
My heart agrees
There is no other way.
Sub, missionCharmeleon says:
Today is Three of the past clock fifteen.
Wass a turtle?
BULBASOAR into the sky with a feathered wing, and behold...
Lost the plot times 10!!!!
Seriosly, though, the, point, is, no , ONE, COMMENTED ON TOMMOROW WE RISE OR THE WET. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEAPLE!!! dnt u no genius wn u c it?
Spice of smell, voice of bells Faraway, the spice is gone without. The wonderous golden life is with the ocean, and I am but a river.
But carried on the wind, sometimes a speck, or two bells land together, and then the voice, lovely, wonderous, unpredictable.
A great space between me and the leaf, the sparkling rain forest. The sun comes out, and all the raindrops become mirrors of the sun.
Mud and the stars, where I am the mud.
I am unwanted, trampled by animals and washed off by men.
She is the stars, no ladder to reach-
-"DREAMING!" mud thinks.
Here are two eyes, outshining the stars.
Reader x Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov
France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7][Male Name] [Last Name] was the prince of [Kingdom Name]. He was a rather handsome young man, complete with silky [hair colour] locks and dazzling [eye colour] eyes. He was the son of king Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Héderváry. Truth be told, he was adopted by the king and queen of [Kingdom Name]. [Male Name] was adopted when he was roughly ten years of age. Just a young, abandoned child. Roderich and Elizaveta had brought him their family, and brought him of them up as a respectable young man. [Male Name] was now eighteen, and was set to marry.
He was engaged to a princess from the neighbouring kingdom. He had never net her before, but he knew her name. She was Alice Kirkland, a Brit. From what [Male Name] was told, she had blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He had tried to picture her in his mind for quite some time, but he was unable to conjure up a decent image.
He had never wanted this arranged marriage. As soppy as it sounds, he had wanted to marry out o
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1 When you first moved into the tower
It was hard to believe it had been almost a week since your cousin Tony called to invite you to stay at his tower. It was even harder to believe that it also housed the Avengers for the time being. Of course you had only met Bruce and Steve, seeing as Thor was back in Asgard and everyone’s favorite assassins were on a mission.
“I wonder why Tony made this air vents so large.” You mused aloud as you easily crawled through them. It was like he was asking for you to sneak into his lab and re-paint his Iron Man glittery pink and glittery purple. You were so deep in thought that you never even noticed that somebody was in front of you until they cleared your throat.
“You must be (y/n).”
“That’s me and I’m guessing that you’re Clint.” You replied smiling at him after blowing a stray
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Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
A Fan-Fiction by ketzle
It took all of your willpower not to scream out in agony. The pain was excruciating. All you knew was something knocked you in the head, hard. Now all you felt was the infliction that was brought upon you. You had never felt anything like it. The pain was like a searing fire that pushed its way through your skull. You knew that you were crying, sobbing even, but you couldn’t hear that. You couldn’t even hear your own voice as you comforted yourself.
You screwed open your eyes to see bodies lying motionlessly around you. Cars were turned over on roads and night lamps were bent in places that were not normal. You tried to pick yourself up, but your body refused to move. So, you just lied there and took in the crystal blue sky.
You're Special (Egypt x Disabled!Reader)
"H-hello?" you asked when you heard a small knock on the door.
"Yes, room service," a quiet voice said behind the door.
"Come in," you said, getting up and trying to find your crutches. Your leg stump began throbbing as you hopped over to the door, opening it. You smiled as a tanned face made its way into your hotel room, pushing a cart in front of him.
You sighed silently as his eyes slowly crept over to your leg stump, bandaged up.
You got that by a boat accident, where a bratty 14-year-old boy crashed into your tiny boat, also causing slight mental retardness.
And you hated it when people questioned or tried to look at your stump.
You were still human, right?
"Thanks for the room service," you grumbled, now grumpy because his eyes were still on your leg. You hopped over to the bed, sitting on it.
"What happened?" the man asked suddenly.
Your eyes widened at the sudden question. Everybody who questioned your stump would either come up to you and have a slight conversation before slow
Japan x Fem Reader So Long Part 2“I’m so late,” you yelled as you sprinted across the street, “Mr. Kiku, please still be there!” you bumped into a countless number of people and was almost hit by 3 cars before finally reaching the sakura forest, “Hello, is anyone here?!” you called, “Mr. Kiku please, if you’re there answer me! Kiku, no. This is all my fault.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. You cried for a long time before a hand gently lay on your shoulder.
“_____-san?” you opened your eyes, looked up and there he was, at least you thought it was, it was hard to see through your tears.
“K-Kiku?” he gave a small smile and nodded. You were so overjoyed to see him that you that you hugged him and cried tears of joy “Oh Kiku, I was so scared I’d never see you again. I missed you.” Kiku blushed.
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Another Damsel Dilemma TrioYou know the drill by now. Three short stories of 1,500 words, each focusing on reader requests and/or OC's of other artists which I admire. Enjoy!
Squirrely and Softpaws
“So what daring adventures are you developing for our readers this week Dina?” Tom asked as he applied the finishing splashes of colour to another of his pictures.
Dina bit her top lip in frustration as she stared at the blank page on her computer monitor. “I’m really struggling to think of a new story this week. Eurgh, I hate writers block.”
Tom noticed her frustration, and abandoned his art to instead massage Dina’s shoulders through her purple polo top with the collar turned up. “Don’t worry about it gorgeous. You’ll get a surge of inspiration from somewhere I’m sure. Why don’t you put the writing away for a couple of hours and relax a bit?”
Dina found herself tempted by Tom’s s
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(Male! Hungary x reader x ?)
2nd installment to 'Crushing Flowers'
I’m stupid….the awesome :iconmasamihayato: pointed out how fucked up I did the ages…..GAH I’m stupid.
Danny (because I’m too lazy to do that thing with the key bored yadda yadda stuff): also 27
Everybody else is either 26, 27, or 28
They met when they were in their early twenties (21) and married at 23, reader finished lawyer school(?) (XD) at 26.
Does this make more sense? I was trying to equal up the ages and stuff but I must have forgotten to edit certain parts out, gomen, excuse my laziness!
Alright! Sorry! Story time!
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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