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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...
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving in
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
Star Crossed (Spain x Reader)
(Spain x Reader)
Sneak Peak to a (possible) Summer series; depends on if you all like it.
“Because,” he paused and I held my breath, awaiting the inevitable words of my utter and total demise. “I love you.” He’d broken my walls, and entered without so much as a smile and a simple, Hola.
“What’s it like being an outcast?” He questioned, all hidden remorse aside, a small smile on his lips, this was rich. I patted my hands against my thighs rhythmically only for the best of my intentions to fling out.
“It’s actually rather lonely in all honesty.” He nodded and pulled his fingers through his chocolate curls. “I’m happy though.” I sighed and gazed over to the slowly peaking stars just over the orange horizon. It was getting lat
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
Boy (2p! America x Reader)
(2p! America x Reader)
This was just a spark of the moment, why not? Wrote it in one sitting, sorry if it sucks. I felt my fingers begin to write on their own and before I knew it I had a whole plot and characters. Like a warm up I suppose? Music makes you do crazy things; since I listen to music whenever I write it can really change my mood so you may see it in this writing style. Think nothing of it.
Song(s)– Boy by Emma Louise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl6IaSvyIOk
“Can you at least pretend like you love me? I’ve tried and tried again to grab your attention!” I sighed and yelled through the phone yet again, my elegant (h/c) falling from its bun. This was the fifth fucking time thi
Elements Combined- Bruce x ReaderTo the girl I told to run away
The ghost I saw a hundred times a day
You weren't like me, no you weren't afraid
Bruce’s heart broke at the tears in your eyes as you blinked it him in disbelief before turning on your heel to leave him alone.
Alone is what he had.
Alone protected him… protected you.
That was what was important, right?
He sank down in the chair at his station in the lab, holding his head in his hands as what he’d just done sank in. He’d told you, the woman he loved, to leave- to get out of his life. And the reason he gave? He didn’t love you. The hurt in your eyes had torn him apart inside but he needed you to run. He needed you to run from him to someone who could keep you safe.
Someone who wasn’t a monster.
He ruffled a hand through his chocolate curls knowing there would be more gray hairs after this and then leaned forward to throw himself into his work as a distraction.
It didn’t work.
The lab felt empty withou
Reader x Trickster!Nepeta: Egg Coloring"EY YO BITCHIE-"
"Oh my god she's still alive are you kidding me?"
Your name is ___ ___ and your... matesprit, Nepeta Leijon, Tac as you call her, is frantically pounding on your door.
"BITCHIE LEMME IN I REALLY NEED TO MAKE PLANS WITH MEW AND YOUR CUTE BUTT."
"Do we have to?" you groaned. You were literally laying on the floor of your cute little one-story apartment. Your Siamese cat, Simi, licked your nose. Simi was fond of the troll and in return, the troll was fond of Simi.
"Uh. Well not really but I'd sure as hell purrefur mew did." you heard her make a face. "And befur mew ask, no I didn't kill anyone this time. Da po-po let me furreeeeee~" the Trickster chirped.
"Fine." you simply said, wiggling over to the door and sitting up, staring at the oversized wood plank. "What's the password?"
"THERE'S A PASSWORD?!"
You stifled a laugh, merely smirking and standing up, stepping back to dodge the olive blood's attempted tackle-pounce as you opened the door. "Hello t
AmericaxReader - Letting Go Is Never Easy
“Hey, can I talk to you?”
Right there. Definitely. That was the moment I wish I could take back.
We had just gone on our first date two days before. He treated me to a movie with extra buttery popcorn and a sugar cookie from Great American Cookie Company. It was fun, now that I look back on it. We made smart-aleck comments and tried to subdue our laughter throughout the whole movie, and we just talked in his car when we pulled into the driveway in front of my house. We talked about funny stuff we did in grade school, and his cousin was brought up at some point. And at the end of the date, I did something neither one of us expected: I kissed him.
As we were getting out of his car at my house, I leaned over and planted a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. I didn’t know if it was right, considering I had never kissed someone in my entire life. It made me a little apprehensive and shaky when I was stepping inside my house, and for a while I even reprimanded mys
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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