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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...
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 2
Deadpool was standing around, playing a handheld game console, then looked up and noticed the camera was focused on him. "Oh!" he said in surprise, "We're back? Well, it's about freakin' time! I swear I beat this game a bajillion times by the time you got back to me!"
White: Technically, it was only six.
Yellow: Really? Seemed like a lot more. Guess time really DOES fly when you're having fun.
"So, to anyone who missed the first fight, here's how things are goin' so far..." Deadpool said, cueing a chart.
RED Team: 6 (Soldier, Scout, and Pyro are dead by now)
"Yeah, I killed the guy stupid enough to wear grenades on his bandolier, the loudmouthed kid, and the axe-crazy pyromaniac." Deadpool filled in, "So, c'mon! Bring it! I dare ya-"
Deadpool flew backward. The Demoman had regained consciousness after being clunked in the head by half a baseball and was now brandishing a grenade launcher with a giddy smile on his fac
cocky. | oikawa tooru
"Eh?! I lost?! No way, [Name]-chan totally cheated!"
"Hah?! No, I didn't! You just suck at this!" You argued, grabbing a pillow from the bed and throwing it directly in his face. "Just because I'm better at playing video games, doesn't mean I'm cheating. Geez, Tooru, just stop being a piss-baby and just accept the fact that I'm better than you. The sooner you admit it, the better."
Iwaizumi sighed as he tried to ignore the pointless bickering between the two of you. He wasn't even sure why you guys were here—he didn't remember asking one of you to come to his house and play his video games. Seriously, all he wanted to do today was to sleep and do nothing else. Unfortunately, he had to kiss his relaxing day goodbye because there was no way in hell that he would be able to relax in this situation.
"Iwa-chan! [Name]-chan is being mean to me again!" Oikawa exclaimed.
"Oi! Hajime! This dumbass won't admit that I'm better than him!"
"Maybe because you aren't!" He d
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 1
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all…
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was quiet in the RED fortress, its nine resident mercenaries just settling down from yet another conflict with the BLU Team.
But none of them could have been prepared for what was about to happen next…
Intruder alert! An unknown entity has entered the base!
The administrator’s voice rang throughout the entire RED headquarters, earning the attention of every member.
“An unknown enemy is in the base?!” exclaimed a man in a heavy, red coat and an army helmet on his head.
Faster than he usually did before, the Soldier raced to his armory and grabbed his usual weapons: shotgun, rocket launcher, and shovel in that order. As he marched down the stairs, the administrator spoke again.
Protect the base!
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
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
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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