Imagine the human soul as an orb of glass.
If someone says something, that hurts,
because it's true, the orb gets cracks.
Then a blazing hand arises,
it melts the glass,
it makes the orb whole again.
He says:"It's okay."
Wispers on the WindThe wind is favorable.
Time stands still.
The archer sees the mark.
A life disappears.
Tavern conversationThis might seem like the beggining of a strange joke, but this story starts with a dunmer and a nord sitting in a tavern.
The nord was a well known man called Brunwulf Free-Winter, the dunmer had been seen before but he kept to himself most of the time. Some of the men in town understood this as the arrogance the elves were known for. Though Brunwulf had come to know his companion as a pleasent and openminded...fellow. And this had been bothering him, since it seemed contradictory.
The other nord did not think of the dunmer, or darkelves very highly. Those who lived in the city lived in a slum, called the grey quater, presumably a reference to their skincolour. And yet this specific dunmer or dark elve decided to aid the lord of the city, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, in his rebellion against the empire.
It was bothering Brunwulf.
The dunmer looked at him and said:"You look troubled, my friend."
"Oh it's nothing...", he replied and as the other one kept looking he added:"It's just...I don't
The Ragnarok Protocol 2The restaurant was surrounded by a crowd of courius people, all wanting to get a glimps on what was going on inside.
He made his way through the crowd murmuring an apology here and there.
As he reached the door a larg police-officer stoped him:
"Sorry Mrister you cannot go inside now."
"I do think I can.", he responded and held up his badge.
The Policeman stared:"Interpol?! what the fuck are you guys doing here?"
"My job if I may." He pushed past the officer who did not resist anymore.
Inside he saw other policemen interviewing the employees.
"Where?" - Someonepointed towards a set of stairs leading up.
He followed the stairs up and finally found the crimescene.
There where members of the crimlab, one of them looked up at the newcomer and mothed to his collegues:"Glasseye."
Glasseye. That's what Odin was called by them because of his ocular implant, although they were not aware of the specifications of his "glasseye" and he was fine with that.
Odin didn't know why he was sent to this s
CrowfeetAt first sight the bulky figure hobbling through the cloudy harvest evening would not appear as unhuman to any observer. Any citizen that saw the figure would just assume that it was some old, misshapen beggar in his dirty ropes. Only on a closer look someone could see the strange feet the person was walking on and maybe if he turned his head, become aware of something that looked like and unaturally long nose.
They called him Crowfeet, although he had an actual name, he still used Crowfeet because he learned that the people in this city weren't able to pronounce his name correctly anyway.
Crowfeet was a stranger to this city, he came from about half a world away, but his people abandoned him or he did abandon his people, depending on the point of view.
Crowfeet was a Tengu, the tengu were a people of humanoid ravens, living in the far east. Crowfeet's kin loved soaring the skies abouve the dragonspine mountains and practice the art of the sword. He himself however never was that much
A Job"I have a job for you."
Joffry opened his eyes. He had been sleeping on the ground in the "establishment" in the Rhinestreet. Now he looked up.
Lucretia was standing over him, she gazed down on him. She was expecting a reaction.
"Am I getting payed.", yawned the young man without much interest.
"I was expecting you to do this as part of our agreement." answered the women that was called "Lady" or "Mother" by the other women or girls of the house.
"Ah yeah our agreement.", he knew that she wanted him to do it as part of the agreement, but he nevertheless wanted to double-check and see if he can get any money out of it.
The "Agreement" was that he could get shelter in the house whenever he needed it and in return "scare" off any men that would threaten the integrity of the establishment.
Actually he did not need to do anything so far - most of the time dropping his name was enough.
"So what is it?", mumbled Joffry, still lying on the ground.
"I want you to punish someone." - now he looke
Written with BloodPlease do not ask me
'Bout Dark Poetry
Have no need for it
It doesn't touch me
These are little Words
Of Pain, Hate and Fear
But they have no Sense
If you haven't felt such
If you have not seen
And you have not felt
They are just three Words
Like You, Me and Thee
These are puny Words
For those who felt it
Burning Pain in you
Roaring Hate for you
And the Fear of you
Of what thing you are
The beast you might be
The Darkness you crave
These are just Words
If you have never
Heard the fearful shouts
And seen the shed Blood
Do not talk to me
About Fear and Loath
If you have not seen
MistHe stepped out into a cloudy october night.
It was allways cloudy, or misty or both in the little town at the edge of the swamp.
The people of the town carefully avoided the swamp, allthough nobody really knew why. It was just a creepy place that no one wanted to visit especially not during the night.
He was on the way home from the towns pup to his house on the other side of the town.
Lost in lought he walked the streets untill he saw infront of him a huge, black dog sitting on the street.
Strange...he had never seen such an animal around here before. As he came closer the dog set up and started growling at him. He wanted to sneak past the dog, but the animal was blocking the way. He wanted to step back and try another way around, but another dog was sitting in the adjecting alley. He turned around just to see that there was another dog coming from the opposing alley.
"What the fuck is going on here...?!"
He started to walk the way back and realized that they were following him, so he
Sex Scene TipsTrigger warning: rape.
Okay, here's the thing: if you're writing a sex scene and you want it to come off as sexy and nice and all of that, YOUR CHARACTERS NEED TO HAVE CONSENT. You know what sex without consent is called? Rape.
I am absolutely enraged right now. It's 2015 and people are writing fics where the tone conveys that this scene is supposed to be hot and sexy and cool but there's NO CONSENT AT ALL. "But Amaranth!" you ask me. "This one character isn't saying 'no,' it can't be rape, right?" Yes, I'll give you that rape is sex without consent so saying 'no' does qualify as rape, these other scenarios also count as rape:
1. Sex while one partner is asleep.
2. Sex while one partner is passed out.
3. Sex while one partner is under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, or has their judgement impaired in some other way.
4. Sex while one partner has made it clear they're not interested in sex, whether through body language or vocally.
I understand sex can
They'll just see the ashesSo ignite with me; lets all burn together.
They'll see us exploding, bodies flying across the black sky speckled with silver
and all that will be left of us are the ashes.
We've never painted the night with the colors from the fireworks,
we've always been about the bang, the boom, crack
that lets everyone know we're here, we've already started.
Don't leave this world a whisper.
Make sure they know you exist.
How I see girls in terms of beauty (Not Douchey)
Before I say anything, I want to say that this will be in no means a discrimination against women, Races or nationalities, I will merely be putting up my opinions of each little things. I'm not to worried about saying something offensive, since quite honestly I think all different types of things are beautiful, and this is meant to be a confidence BOOST for all you lovely ladies out there.
I Really just want to take the time and ask you girls to sit down and listen to what I have to say, I'm not trying to win anyones affection by writing this. I just want to let you guys know how truly beautiful you are, and I'm not saying this as a lie.
You poor girls come into this world, and from the moment you take your very first steps...people are already expecting things of you. You're constantly being judged by everyone, being picked apart for every little flaw or mistake you have. But flaws are what makes you perfect, at least to me.
You're thrown into this
Legrandzilla Musings #8Many times, we love things and use people
When we ought to use things and love people.
.:I am fine:.
I am fine
I am sure I am
Since they told me so
and since they're always right
I am fine
these tears flowing from my eyes
since I am fine
I have everything
I have a family
and everything needed to live
more than decently
so I am fine
Ignore these eye bags
I am perfectly fine
They're always right after all.
I have no reason to feel bad
I never got beaten
nor anything bad
which could have happened
so I am fine
By the way,
Ignore these meds
I don't need them
since I fine
I am been raised in the high class
A lot of children
would dream to have my life
So I am fine
these scars on my body
since I am fine
They're always right after all.
I shouldn't be scared by anything
I have been raised
by a loving family
so I am fine
Ignore the fact I fear eye contact
or contact in general
I am fine
They said I was.
I am fine.
I am so fine
that I am scared
I am so fine
News about Hidden Pencils - don't worryHello there guys!
I think it's about time i made a journal to update you about what's going on and what the future of this group might be.
[PERSONAL PARENTHESIS STRONGLY RELATED TO THIS GROUP, AT LEAST SKIM THROUGH IT BECAUSE IT'S IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON]
As many of you probably already know, I'm currently working 101% on my personal project, a comic i have high hopes for, and in which i'm investing everything i have.
It's an incredibly ambitious project, which requires me to keep studying and improving as quick as i can, and it's not just about improving art ... i really wish it was "just" about that (which is actually enough to keep one busy for his entire life, considering the amount of knowledge and practice there is to acquire when talking about art xD)
I'm talking about creating a whole detailed world here.
From its geology to its history to an effective plot for the main characters and so on.
And to be able to manage such a big project, you h
UnrechtDa war eine Frau, von der wussten schon alle, dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Sie konnte nicht gut zählen und wusste nicht,
wie viele Tage der Monat noch hat,
oder wann der Bus fährt.
Sie konnte auch oft ihre Gedanken nicht sortieren,
und erzählte hinterher was vorher und währenddessen
vielleicht aber auch schon gestern
Sie war oft ein wenig schwer zu verstehen.
Alle wussten, dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Sie hatte so oft gehört: „Nein“ und „Das geht nicht“ und „Das kannst du nicht“,
dass sie das selbst auch schon lange begriffen hatte.
Und da war ein Mann, der wusste
dass sie keine Rechte kannte.
Als sie sagte, dass er ihr weh tut, wussten alle
dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Als sie sagte, dass sie ihn nicht mehr sehen will,
sagten alle, dass sie lügt.
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