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Yautja hunt P1Silence
In the heat of the day
A slow lope to a rapid dash
Leaves scarce gazed in passing
Wrist blades unsheathing in a flash
Primed and poised for slashing
From tree to tree I leap
Muscles tensed and slim
Seamlessly traversing, lunar jungles deep
Sunlight coloured and dim
The princess of this world
Of creatures so close yet queer
Luminescent skin of deep sea blue
Even women, warriors too
And thus I await her fall
The decent from the sky
Upon her winged beast
It's letting her fly
Escape the attempted feast..
Holly and EmmaSo I see
A simple void of this
Has presented me
A body, riddled with scars and stitches
Too many to count
But some more memorable
This one from when her best friend betrayed
A razors edge left my shoulder frayed
Over here, along my thigh
She needed to be strong, she'd never cry
And my eye
She thought she'd try
But gave me instead, a button
Though it can't near as well see sun
But, she loves me
No matter what she always sews me back
She keeps me in the closet
When she doesn't want to play
It's dark in here
I hardly ever come out in the day
But it keeps me safe she says
There are bad kids, worse kids
Ones that won't let me stay...
So I wait
In my shoebox bed
Patient and quiet
Loosing feeling in my head
Holly is home now
And I'm slowly filling with dread
A differant perspectiveSet like precious stones in the lifeless mask of his face, each hair so carfully strewn to the cheeks yet so chaotic, a smile factured by stiched scars, to which split the lip asunder, twice over, acrack so deep it wedges the nose, causeing a painfull lean, a gleaning wash of bronze sits atop his head, each curl, every wire, iterlocking, entwineing, inverted and restored to amass the scalp
storms in black and white
past these monoliths lie the tarnished soul, a sheet of silver eaten away by the trials of human life and blacked by fleshed sins to rise from the historics of birth to presant life and rent from withn the wretched heart of beating obsidain pulp
The True Nature Of The Mad CatThe True Nature Of The Mad Catter
(You've Been Warned)
You hurt a friend once before
Benevolent seething whore
You soon will pay
Befriend you I shall
Slide in close a deep set pal
Only to vanish like a ghost
Doing as I do best
Feeding from your life
(Never seeking to nest)
Before stabbing your heart with a knife
And as you lay there
Weeping and shattered
I'll have a moment to share
To explain I feel mildly battered
Eight left in the wake
All victims of this method
Such a stupid face
As you stand there slack jawed
To them I seem so perfect
False promises and open lies
I am of my own unique sect
Not like the other guys
Though once I get bored
I'll make my swift leave
A quick severance by sword
Going home to silently grieve
What kind of man am I to hold the hearts I've broken?
Fleeting darkened memories are all that's left in token
Above all else rests the shattered stone of polished obsidian sheen
Though it should be of no surprise these foggy veins of broken rock
Are stained with toxic green
The beast of jealousy rears a face of mottled sin
Amid the relics of what once was a heart
To map the swells and divides of a story too long to tell this misery has surely become an art.
I Met A GirlI Met A Girl
I met a girl
It was epic
But then the sun came up
And reality set in
Truth is her group wont accept me
I just dont fit in
Too shy too seclusive
And for the larger part
My parents dont hate me
Nor I them in turn
Never severed my skin
Never felt that burn
Its painfull you see
Each day shes so close
But she dosent love me back
I have nowere to go
I want to tell her all of this
My emotion at its peak
But it cant I just cant
It would make me far too weak
But like a stupid dog
Im stuck, tied by the heart
through collar of courage and leash of loyalty
Sits the obediant mutt
Why beaten over and over
Do I come back the next day to repeat it, still sober?
Taking it and the burden of your personal pains too?
Because self sacrifice is another way of saying I love you...
Daddy!LevixChild!Reader - The Hard Stuff
Levi looked down at his daughter. She stood timidly near the doorway, fiddling with the large towel in her hands. Her hair was still soaked from the bath she had taken not minutes ago, and droplets of water fell from the glossy strands and onto her yellow nightgown.
“What, _____?” he said in his usual cold tone, though _____ knew it wasn’t completely intentional.
The six-year-old looked down at the peach-colored towel clutched in her tiny fingers. “U-Um, Mommy always helps me dry my hair. . .”
Levi sighed softly and sat up on the couch, motioning _____ to come closer. When she did, he sat her down on the floor in front of him and took the towel from her hands. He spread the towel over her small head and gently massaged it through the towel. He wrapped the towel around her long strands and proceeded to knead the water out of them.
“Daddy, where’s Mommy?” _____ asked, turning her head to look at her father.
LevixSick!Reader - Sing Me 'Soft Kitty' [AU]
“Keep the thermometer under your tongue, _____.”
_____ grimaced, using her teeth to maneuver the thermometer in her mouth underneath her tongue. “I really don’t think I’m that sick, Levi—”
“And don’t talk with it in your mouth,” the short man interrupted. After a minute or so, he extracted the thermometer from _____’s mouth and looked at the temperature. “Tch,” he hissed in disapproval. “Thirty-nine on the dot.”
“Seriously?” _____ groaned, falling onto her bed and glaring at the ceiling. “I don’t even feel that bad. This should be illegal!”
“Well, you’re sick whether you can feel it or not.” Levi left the room to wash and put away the thermometer. He returned a few moments later carrying a tray with a glass of ice water, a washcloth, and a bowl of water sitting on it. He set down the tray on _____’s nightstand before dipping the washcloth into
The InfomercialThe Infomercial
(This story is from the upcoming MagnusMagneto Musclethology #1. It's a collection of three short stories that will be given exclusively to those who support me on Patreon. These stories will be even more whimsical than my usual stuff, foregoing character development and scientific explanations for more light-hearted fare.
If you want access to this story in PDF format along with two more tales of similar length and light-hearted tone, consider becoming a Patron of mine before July 31st! http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto
There are also a few references/homages to other FMG works/authors and the femmuscle community in general. All done out of total respect and admiration. See how many you get!)
“Welcome folks to the infomercial event of the year!” A tall, attractive woman with bright auburn hair and piercing blue eyes faced the camera with a bright, white smile. She wore skimpy blue workout clothes
Final WishesFirst letter:
Love, I have to tell you this. I know you won't believe me, because I don't believe it myself, but I have to tell you.
Remember when we were both kids, wishing on stars? I remember our first night – we were lying on the hill staring up at the sky, and then we held hands and together we wished that we'd be together forever and marry and have a kid who could change the world, and we held hands and then – this hurts to write, I'm sorry, I miss you so much
but, well –
it came true, didn't it? We married. And you're still with me, more or less, even if I can't see you and all you can see is these bloody letters, and – and our little girl can change the world.
She wished for a cat last night, love. I wish I could have told her no. We can't take care of one. But she didn't ask me, did she? She asked the stars.
I can tell you which star she asked, too. The centerpiece of Orion's belt is missing. And in her room, I can't even walk, there's not any su
Death Battle: Scorpion vs. Hellboy
Roy: Alright the combatants are set, we have taken every angle into account and we have found ourselves a verdict.
Ivan: Let us watch the Hellfire ninja attempt to break his streak.
Roy: So, it's time for a Death Battle!
Ivan: So enthusiastic...
Roy: What? Just because I stole your line-
Ivan: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!!
It was quiet that night. No one was out of their home, probably because of the big red demon walking about. Hellboy stepped out of a nearby pancake house, the owner watching his demonic customer exit the restaurant. His breath reeked of pancakes and beer.
Hellboy pulled out a wrinkled and folded-up piece of paper. It had "DEATH BATTLE" written at the top. Hellboy looked at it as he found the opponents name on the paper.
"Scorpion." Hellboy read aloud as he checked the area. He didn't see anything. Meanwhile in the depths of hell a yell was heard. A yellow clad ninja walked out of a blazing fire, a chain hanging from his arm. It was Scorpion.
Flying Dreams“I don’t know why I love you.
I just…can’t stop thinking of you.”
said old Mr. squirrel slowly caressing
the nut in his bed beside him.
He pulled the glasses from face and set them down
on the nightstand beside him
letting out a sigh. A picture of himself
and another sitting beside him.
He rolled back over and kissed the nut
falling into a deep sleep.
Mr. Squirrel dreamed of flying,
just as his cousins could.
Flying from tree to tree.
Like an overextended wonderful leap.
Safe from danger. Safe from the predators below.
A dog snapping and growling. He paid it no notice.
He was free and happy sailing through the trees.
Through the clouds. He could reach out
with his paws and touch them.
SO soft and fluffy
just like her…
He awoke from his dream startled.
It took him a second to catch his breath,
and he played with his graying beard hairs.
He had been much younger in the dream. So much younger.
“It’s a dream my sweet. Nothing more then a drea
Allies x Reader: A new AllyI do now own hetalia or you!
(Name)= your name
(C/n) = country name
(E/c) =eye color
(H/l)= hair length
" " = actually speaking
' ' = what your thinking
(With the allies)
"Alright dudes!! Let's get this meeting goin!!" America shouted as he slammed his fist down on the table.
"Yes but where's (c/n)? They should be here considering their joining us today. Da?" Russia said. England nodded. "Obviously. Maybe it got lost." He said in a snarky tone. "It?" Russia said. "Well have any of you even seen them before?" England asked. They all shook their head. "Ohonon maybe it is a beautiful girl! Zhat would be nice oui?" France said. "She should be young. My boss said that she is about in her mid teens. Maybe 15, 16 aru." China said. Before anyone could say anything else could be said they heard the door slightly creek open. "H-hello? Is this the Allies meeting?" A small female voice asked. "Yes it is. Come in." Arthur said turning to the door. The door was opened wider to
TG Caption This: It Was In School's Mystery Meat?!
"A cheeseburger please," said the girl across the counter. I happily handed her the burger and let the next person come up.
"I'll take the ham," said the next guy. I pulled the slice of ham out of the tray it was warming up in, and stuck it on the tray.
"Would you like some potatoes with that?" I asked. The guy shook his head and walked down to the drinks.
"I'll take the chicken, and can I have his potatoes?" asked the girl behind him who stepped up to the counter.
"Protocol says I shouldn't, but I'll make an exception just for you." I said with a wink.
The girl laughed. "You're the best Tom! Let's hang out after school."
Student after student came up and ordered each of our school's dishes. Sure enough, by the end of my shift, all food was gone except for the one dish nobody every ordered - the mystery meat. There were some pretty bad rumors as to what was really inside of it. Some said it was the ground up body of the old superintendent, some said it was the foreskins of newborn babi
Lord Of SnakesLORD OF SNAKES
Cunning and malicious
Like a coiled viper he poises
To strike at his unfortunate prey
Wide yellow penitrating orbs
Pupils not but narrowed slits
Splitting the hypnotic orbs with a strand of black
Gleaming in the pale light
Twin ivorys bristling with the liquid death within
Contracted around and all too flexable skeleton
Like an arrow he launches freely into an effortless arch
The soundless motion
Broken by a brief, sharp squeal
Piercing the hollow blackness before
The satisfied hiss of a serpent rises and falls
The lord seeking out new prey
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