|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
A holiday for a boy and his petsAs the days grew shorter and cooler, the boy and his two canine like pet's walks seemed to go on longer and later through the outskirts of town just south east of the large city.
Now the nights in the area weren't nearly as cold as others, seeing the area was always warmer due to proximity of the equator, but it was cool enough to lift everyones spirit and make many just friendly enough to be barable as company.
To the boy, Hound as many knew him as, this was a relief because many would find him most irritating with his outter seemingly endless enthusiasm.
To his beautiful companion Rainbow Light, the Hirsch Ookami, it truely was the most beautiful time of the year. Humans of all kind were setting up holiday displays of lights and little plastic creatures were strewn over lawns of neighbors. It peeked every sense, the new smells and sounds that hung in the air.
Rainbow Light loved the longer walks with her saving friend, the human who found her when she was lost and unwanted. And she e
Ode to Rainbow LightI don't know how long you'd been waiting there or how your life was before.
I saw you look up to me with memories of yore.
I saw all sadness in your eye's,
Instantly I was mesmerized.
And I knew then what I had to do.
A new home, I needed to take you.
My Rainbow Light,
All will be made right.
This I know I can not fight.
You've cried many tears,
and in your fears,
I will leave you for all of years.
But know it's true,
All I do,
I will always keep and love you.
To be your friend,
Until the end.
I hope thee heart my heart can mend.
Trading Spaces crazy TF fan 1Yo, for a while we been thinking about this one serious question...a question that is uber random and completely out there...a question that is silly yet serious. This question can be every fan's dream...or complete nightmare! This question is one that could change the way you see fandome, it could alter your reality and make everything flip upside down and inside out! and now the moment of truth...
What if you switched places?
Yes the question that at some point may or may not cross your mind! Not that you become similar to that character or even become a creature of it's species or race. Not if you where a student at the character's school and became friends or rival that gain love intrest...but actually becoming that character!?
My name is Raven...my brother is Josh, we and a
Luna ProfileName: Luna
Bio: She has long silver hair that goes all the way down until back becomes snake. She has dark purple scales with a white underbelly. She speaks in a distant dream like voice all the time except if she is hungry, grumpy, angry, or upset if she isn't using her distant dream like voice your in trouble. She always carries a sword with her for protection she needs it having grown up in Raluka a very dangerous jungle full with deadly mythical creatures. She is very skilled with her sword. She can be ditsy and careless at times she loves helping others when she is in a good mood.
Powers and Autobots chapter 6:edited:Morning came and Ratchet and First aid walked through the ark to the main room. Huh, Ratchet look! First Aid pointed to Mandy sleeping peacefully on the couch, upon seeing the metal wings sticking out of her back they looked at her with worry written over their faceplates. Humans arent supposed to have these, and it looks like the skin around them may have an infection. We should check her out to see if shes ok. First Aid gently shakes her waking her to a jolt. She told them her story about the mysterious thing that hit her and seemed to have dissolved into her body, and about the military and the experience the experiments they did on her and how she got the wings. She told them how she ran faster then she ever even thought possible and that she could actually fly with her wings. And thats how I got here. They called it operation Stealth Wing. Im sorry for intruding, but it has a safe feel here. The medics nodded
Naruto rpg part 3Keiji's POV
Morning came so I got out of bed and ate breakfast with my mom and Uncle Neji, unfourtunatly dad had to go and do hokage business so he wasn't there, I scarfed down breakfast and headed to the ninja academy. I turned into my yobi form so I could run faster and get there on time because I was running late. I got there one minute late fourtunatly Shikamaru sensei wasn't there yet either I turned back into human form and took my seat next to Ajax. Shortly after I sat down Shikamaru sensei walked in and took role. Everyone was here then Shikamaru sensei said "Good everyone is here. well yesterday we covered how to use shuriken and kunai today we will cover how to use paper bombs and flash bombs follow me and we will start." We followed him to a clearing in a forest on the edge of the village. " Ok first I will show the many ways on how to use the paper bombs." First he wrapped on around a kunai and threw it at a tree the second it hit the tree it exploded leaving a huge hole in
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
the certainty of imminencei.
tomorrow spills over
inevitability-rapt and enveloping,
as wakefulness startles,
i'm caught up in past-time
i forge(t) myself in oblivion
midnight so hollow,
we all stop
with the clocks.
nothing looks the way it did
and i guess it seems
i'm blinkered, brevity-bound
in century footsteps forever stumbling,
always being blindsided
by the passing
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Let's pretendLet's pretend we didn't say those things.
Let's pretend I didn't make a stupid comment and you didn't over react and take me serious.
Let's pretend you didn't try to force me to do stuff I wasn't into and I didn't insult it thus insulting you.
Let's pretend to go back before all those words were spoken and hearts were broken.
Lets go back to being friends you and I.
Keep in Touch!