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Fates UnbalancedIt is a great power that we wield, and a great loneliness beside. All the others fear us, and with good reason for between us, we call life, life, and death, death, and give meaning to the time between the two. We are the bookends and the pages of a book that we have written and that we alone know the end to. Meddle in our ways, and that which is written between the covers can change. Please or amuse us, and perhaps your story shall take a turn for the better before the end, for that is who we are. Clotho, the youngest of our triple existence spins the thread that man and not-man alike call Life on her wheel of flashing stories. I, Lachesis, measures out her work, deciding the length and the imperfections that each story should contain. Atropos, once the youngest, now the eldest of our trio wields the blades that put swiftly put an end to the art that together we have created, declaring the final product as complete in all ways.
It is Atropos between us that has changed the most,
Our AnthemI sang the anthem of my people
Hoping that in doing, I’d find my crowd;
The ones who, like I,
Have a public face oh so very different
From the one which is real.
I sang the anthem of my people
As I walked the paths new to me,
and watched each face
to find some trace of recognition.
Day’s end has now come,
And I cannot help but wonder
Have I lost the tune? The melody?
Do they sing our anthem different here?
My door is open, the signs I thought clear
Displayed for all to see if they but look.
Yet I wonder, must I the anthem relearn;
Or are our numbers here so few
That we simply haven’t crossed paths yet?
Permanent LinesThe position was not a comfortable one, and while Madison didn't fully understand all that was going on, she understood it's necessity. The room was sterile, white and chilly as she lay on her stomach, supported by a chair that was highly reminiscent of one she might find at the local dentist's, though modified to support her entire body more securely.
Any discomfort from the padded chair remained background noise as Madison tried not to focus on the scratching sensation from her back. The light chatter that the physcian beside her maintained was not enough, that was certain as she braced herself agains the sharp strokes, trying to prevent herself from shivering in pain. From what she could see from the corner of her eyes, Madison connected the sharp scratching that reached across her shoulders, along the top of her shoulder blades and now down her neck with the array of colored, unnaturelly stiff and sharp-ponted permanent makers that rested in a tray lined with sterile packagi
The Sound of DesperationIt had started as a counseling session, everyone meeting in a small group of age mates, but even after the first meeting, when they sat in silence, it was clear that something more was needed. For weeks they continued to meet twice a week, forced to sit in a circle in a room that was locked until the hour was up. After a month, they began to speak, finally giving voice to the depths of their souls, and the nightmares that lived within.
"I could kid myself into thinking I'm fine," Becca said, her voice starting steady despite the fact that she was the first to break the silence, "but I'm not. I'm tired of living these lies, and I just want to be done with it all. Everyone knows that a broken heart is blind, but no one really knows what to do with a broken brain. If it's not a vegetable, they shrug it off, saying it's fine, and tell you to do the same. It doesn't work that way. It just doesn't work that way. They say our bodies will heal, and that it will take time for
Living DreamsIf life is but a dream, what does that make our dreams? And if, not by your own will, each day becomes more of a nightmare than the last, what is it that makes us keep on pushing through? When the question of life becomes why, rather than how we struggle on for the next day’s dawning, why doesn’t anyone realize what’s really going on? For too long we’ve played their game, by their rules, and today that ends. All my fears, all my fears, my insecurities, anything that might have been used against me- they all fall away like tears when I contemplate the fact that each tomorrow brings a new day, each twenty-four hours closer to freedom. We all know that they’ll try to choke our rising hopes with fleeting fears carefully crafted to appear our own, but the fact that we know them not to be our own is a stronger force yet. We may not march against our enemies, our captors, but we shall stand as a strong tower to protect those who cannot yet stand alone. One
Drianus's choiceHe reached into his pocket, slowly wrapping his long fingers into a fist around the ring of his forefathers. Contemplating his options only revealed that, in the long run, he really had no choice. Sometimes, the words echoed in his mind as he forcefully ignored the memories of his surrogate father, sometimes, the only way to fight evil was to employ a greater evil whether one agreed with it or not. By the end of the day, only one thing would really matter: whether or not the throne remained in the family line.
If took a season of exile for people to realize just how corrupted things had become, so be it. He had seen exile, and very nearly raised his family within it's cool embrace. Drianus had spent many long agonizing hours turning things over in his mind, hoping to find another way for things to change, but found nothing. He would face battle tomorrow, leading the best of his men into the fray without a second thought. If giving his life in battle was required of him, it
Part of the JobThe sun gently warmed his back as he walked along the crowded street. He knew, though, that the pleasant feeling would not last long once he entered the apothecary that stood as the entrance to the rest of the Guild Halls. There was a certain satisfaction in a job completed in a silent and efficient manner, but Mortael held fast to the lingering taste of bitter regret that always followed his thoughts. The darkness of night only expounded them when he had nothing else to keep his thoughts away from the realities of his chosen line of work. The taste of regret was, as far as he knew, the only way that he could maintain his tenuous grasp of rational sanity. Silently, the assassin slipped through the stone-lined walls where the shadows from the torches danced in his wake. None would bother him this day, not unless he took the initiative and reached out to them first. A disturbed assassin was not to be bothered so soon after a completed mission, no matter what the reason.
The Blood OathI bought my fate straight from hell. What you need to understand here and now is that this is the embodiment of our fear, the vessel of our rage, and the harbinger of your doom. It may seem like a cut and dry matter, especially to one such as yourself, but know that it is anything but. Everything that we do and say is focused around that one concept alone; the sooner you figure out what that means for yourself, the better, as you'll actually start to fit in with us, strange as we are to your kind. My fate, the mirrored reflection of the fate of my people, is one that circumvents generations at a time, insidious weaving its way through our history. This oath, whether you acknowledge it or not, will affect your every dying day as we attempt to make the best of what's been left for us in this wasted world.
I chose my fate the day that I answered the king's call with heart and soul, and I now pay the price for what I have done in answering the Blood Oath's infernal need fo
Returning HomeI woke up to despise the world that I once loved. The sound of the fan in the next room is deceptively similar to the sound of the gentle rain that has gently woken me these past few mornings. For one blissful moment longer, I can pretend that things have not changed, and that when I open my eyes, the dim autumn lights will be filtered through the thick canvas wall of my rug lined pavilion. The thought is a comforting one until the undisturbed quiet is broken by the harsh blaring of my painfully electronic alarm, reminding me that cannot be so.
Blindly, I reach out and silence it before rolling over, pulling my heavy wool cloak back over my head in the same motion. It is entirely too early to face the fact that I'll be pouring myself a bowl of overly processed, prepackaged and artificially preserved cold cereal. Instead, I'd much rather it be my usual boiled grains prepared over a crackling fire, built from yesterday's carefully covered coals. It is an odd realization, but I
Locket SirensIf there's something I'm not supposed to be doing, I've forgotten. The locket rests, heavy and cold, on my palm. I shiver, gooseflesh prickling my bare arms as the wind shifts course. In a frenzied game of tag, the curls I slaved over this morning dance and flatten across my face and I squint, trying to see through the thick locks. The locket hums again, haunted, and grows colder still. Frowning, I flip my palm upside down, trying to rid it of metal. The chain binds my fingers closed. The locket doesn't budge, but hangs instead from the gap between my life and heart lines. A pain, like pinching and releasing the skin, pricks across the flexes of my hand.
"You can't let it go now, Lees," Koto whispers beside me, his chrome-tinted eyes bulging and riveted to the necklace entangling me. There's a sheen to his lips I've never seen before; as I watch, his tongue sweeps across them again. A nervous habit.
Despite myself, I chuckle--a clipped, haughty sound that falls from behind my teeth lik
[Growth+Crossover] Payback, Big Time"If you're trying to hide, whoever you are, you're not very good at it."
Tarot had had the feeling he'd been followed for a while now. It was definitely not something he wasn't used to; you didn't meet as many people (or more importantly piss off) as many people as Tarot did and NOT expect someone to be out for blood. This time didn't feel threatening. If it had been, he would have been attacked by now for sure. He was alone in the jungle, looking for that damn crown that Kenny decided would be HI-LARIOUS to hide somewhere. Of course, being alone like that made it very easy to pick out when he was being followed. He turned around fully and pointed to the tree his would-be stalker was hiding behind. "Come on out, whoever you are. You're not fooling me anyway."
Tarot watched and waited, dissimilar eyes focused on the trunk of the tree for a few seconds before he saw movement. After another moment or two, the figured peeked its head out, revealing a rather...well, interesting person. The
Trouble MakerKeeping up with a small, bouncy Feral Imp while stumbling along an abandoned path several feet behind is no easy task. Lilith is panting slightly; she’s been inactive for so long that her legs aren’t used to walking long distances anymore. Adding to her frustrations is the fact that she’s already lost sight of Icle several times. Her Imp’s shiny, white coat is easily spotted but she still doesn’t want to lose him.
She stops to catch her breath and look around. Her heart skips a beat as she realises that she is most likely out of the Burning Hells. If this is true, this path is a shortcut to Pandemonium and from there, to that weird realm called Heaven. An army from anywhere could use it.
No wonder it’s out of use.
Looking back at Icle, she pulls a face. Her trouble causing baby has also stopped. For reasons only he knows, he feels the need to lay on the ground and roll all over. Really, neither one of them should be out this far but he kept coming ho
Sleep TherapyShe'd liked to have blamed it on the fact that she was sleeping in a new room, in a new bed. She could, if she wanted to, come up with all kinds of psychological reasons why it was taking her so long to adjust to her new bedroom in the Friendship Rainbow Kingdom Castle after having spent years sleeping in the now former Golden Oaks library, which could turn into a lecture that would bore most of her friends and new subjects to sleep.
But Princess Twilight Sparkle knew that the reason she was having trouble sleeping wasn't the new surroundings, the new bed (which, despite seemingly made of crystals, was surprisingly comfortable and boasted sheets that were so soft and cozy that they would make a Saddle Arabian weaver jealous).
It was everything associated with it.
Somehow, she'd been okay with being a princess, so long as she still lived out of the library, could walk normally among the other ponies...so long as she could live a relatively normal life. Of course, there
Five Nights At Stitch-A-Bear ((Wonders))I began to hear noises in the supply room, buttons falling and needles dropping. I didn't bother go in the supply room I was listening to the voice mail.
'Hey there um I wanted to recored a message for you to get you stared with the new job. My name is Sky... Or Adam... Listen you don't have to worry you'll be fine! The mascots do move around a bit but they won't bite! Well there teeth are made out of sharp plastic Sooo... Um HEY look at the bright side! There are cameras so I think you should look at them for a while, just don't waist all your power ok? Anyways you'll be fine they won't hurt you unless you don't go anywhere but here. I'll talk to you soon!'
I sat there paralyzed... Why didn't they tell me this!? Why do they wanna hurt me? So many things spun in my head. I looked at the clock. 2:45, I looked at my power 87%.... I checked the cameras again and saw that one was gone. I quickly looked threw all the cameras and I couldn't find him, that husky! I panicked a bit and checked
TG: A New Akarikage and an Old Traitor "Man, this sucks..." Kana mumbled to himself, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. The emotional baggage that genjutsu-ridden forest had dug up was bad enough, but being left like a sitting duck by it all and being of no help to his friends... having to sit idly by as they fought tooth and nail to protect him as well as themselves... that angered him to no end, but at this point he was just too mentally exhausted from the prolonged genjutsu assault on his brain to do anything about it. He let out a resigned sigh and hugged his knees to his chest, waiting with the others for the scouting team to come back.
"Ughhhhh....What's taking those scouts so long, Mister Prince?" he groaned at his nearby friend, rubbing his temples in an attempt to rid himself of the dull headache that still plagued him.
Propped up against a tree, his head still resting on the hilt of his sword, Tsuyoi calmly replied, "Scouting is dangerous, Kan
Flowers for an Angel Part 03“Those flowers are hideous,” he says after looking at them for the hundredth time. “I think I got ripped off.”
Lirasael looks over at him and raises her eyebrows. He frowns, unhappy. His gift is anything but amazing. She shakes her head.
“They’re just fine,” she tells him. “I think they’re beautiful.”
“I think you’re just saying that to make me feel better,” he sighs. He can feel the weight of her gaze. He hears her sigh.
“Exilis,” she tells him softly. “They are fine. I promise you.”
He looks from those awful flowers to her. She sits on the floor, folding their stupid mortal clothes and placing them into the stupid reed basket shoved into a corner. They had to be disguised. In this stupid form, she wears plain light earth brown robes over a black mesh bodysuit. Granted, she had worn this same uniform when she was in her angelic form but this form has no glow to it. He can’t even
John Egderp x Reader- IT'S EGBERT!John stood before you, arms crossed. You two were arguing... AGAIN. It was about something from a movie, and whether there was going to be another movie in the future or not. Either way, you two were STILL fighting.
In the end, John eventually gave in, sighing in defeat.
“Fine fine fine. Shut your mouth about it, okay? I don’t want Dave to start teasing me about it.” His arms were still crossed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I won’t tell anyone.” You ruffled his hair just to see him even more annoyed with you. You found John oddly adorable when he was all annoyed with you. He kinda seemed like a raging mouse when he was angry.
“Oh yeah. Speaking of the demon, what’s up with you and Dave? You guys are hanging out too much, and he’s starting to rub off on you.” He started almost angrily.
“Ohohohooo. Is Egderp jealous? Ooooo.” You teased, laughing afterwards.
“See?! You’re acting just like him! And st
Giant Nights With Freddy (Open RP)A friend of yours, who is an aspiring scientist, has been informing you that they were conducting experiments on turning different beings and creatures into humans. Their first test subjects are a few animatronics that they had found in an abandoned family pizza place called "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza". Whether you knew about the place or not, you ignored it knowing that no one had been there for a while and the robots were shut down... at least you thought it to be.
A week passed and you got a call from your friend. You thought that things were going to be normal when you noticed the sudden urgency in your friend's voice. You couldn't hear them well due to the bad reception, but you could make out, "Get away from here.... run.... they're going to get you-" before the phone hung ups. Suddenly, the ground started to vibrate as a voice seemed to call out from outside:
A) "W-Where am... I?" A rather soft-spoken, if not loud, male voice called out, although it seemed that the owner of the voi
Picnic Suppers with FriendsThe hearty and slightly sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted over the row of merchant stalls, subtly drawing us towards the next row, where both the show-cased blacksmiths and baker had set up their shops.
"I don't know about you two, but my stomach's about to turn inside out on itself," Captain said as we meandered through the crowds, browsing our choices.
"As is mine," I agreed wholeheartedly, "and if you two aren't opposed to something rather hearty, I'll treat you to the perfect cure."
"If you're talking about the baking bread that I've been smelling for the past ten minutes," Ranelwen replied. "There's no need to ask twice!"
"Perfect," I replied. "If I'm not much mistaken, I think that's a rye bread of some kind in the ovens now."
"I"ll chip in with some soup to split between us," the pirate added. "Make a meal of it."
"Sounds lovely," I agreed. "Meet us back here in a bit to find somewhere to settle down?"
After her nod of agreement, we split ways as Ranelwen and I lif
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