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Summary: IN YOUR MINDIN YOUR MIND</i>
Warning(s): Rape, mentions of sex, gunviolence, general violence, kinks, homosexuality, death, excessive language, sexual references, mentions of child abuse, flashbacks.
Summary: A seperate universe, a seperate planet. An entire planet that's been ruled for thousands of years by a single man. He's tyrannical, he doesn't care about his people beyond the desendents of those who helped him take over. He holds beliefs that few follow and choose to believe in, but these beliefs are Absolute. You don't say 'no' no matter if he persecutes you or the one you love. You shut up and deal.
Only he has the power to live for as long as he chooses.
He does unspeakable things that the people know of- known secrets. Never discussed but always known.
He could probably go on doing what he does forever.
But he took one action that sets forward two people to finally take him out.
Warning(s): Pedophilia, incest, pedocest, blood, violence, language, transgender, homosexuality, suggested/implied rape, reference to rape, mild sex references, ukes/shotas, semes, catboys, verbal abuse, pedorape, cliches, alternate universe.
Summary: An Alternate Universe Japanese government came upon the idea to bioengineer their soldiers- train them from a young age with mental and physical abuse and experiments galore. They take children from all walks of life at varying ages to test how they react, and see who's the strongest.
They work in a partner system, much like the Loveless battle system, though not with word spells.
They're put into battles to see who succeeds- how they survive.
A weapon to a master, one cannot be replaced should they die. If a weapon is terminated, so is their master and vice versa. Rarely is there reason for you to live after your other half has died.
And on a rare, rare occassion, your m
Warning(s): Transgender, crossdressing, language.
Summary: Melissa Sanvey is seventeen years old and attending boarding school in British Columbia of Canada. She's been sitting on the fact for years, trying to drive it out of her mind. Change it. Change herself.
Because in all reality, Melissa's a boy with the body of a girl.
AwaYIt's all black outside. Little stars twinkle through the cloud cover every so often but mostly hid from everything.
Vhi peeked outside his door, looking for people. There weren't any. Not any at all. It was late and most people were asleep. It made him a little sad that no one was around, but in the end they would've run away anyway. They always ran away. He'd almost had a friend once.
But she was just as afraid as everyone else in the end.
He'd tried to cover his face- hide it. But you can't hide that kind of thing. People are curious- they ask questions.
Or the little hope that says "Maybe she'll be okay with me." speaks up and controls you for a moment.
And then that moment makes it all bad.
There was always hope in Vhi's mind though- that maybe someone wouldn't be afraid. Flower wasn't afraid.
Flower had never been afraid of him.
Silence and loudness were a good match.
"Hey! Move it jackass!"
Vhi looked at the guy whom Flower had yelled at. The man turned arou
Speak of LoveLet us speak of love!
Think of love!
Let us be one with the one we love!
And never let hate shatter us!
Kisses and hugs and gropes and
from there on
Starts off small,
should ever matter.
Of where you live,
of where you're "legal."
But it all does.
So we take our stand-
Stand and speak of love!
Let us all love who we wish to love,
Love and what goes with it.
Never let the hate in.
+CHRIS TAMERTHON'S Point OF View+
I grab clothes from my closet- it's at least three in the morning. Took me two hours to get the clothes in the first place.
They're on my bed now-
Denim skirt. It's simple- goes about to midthigh, restricts movement- you can't run in it. I like it anyway.
Pink shirt. It's a spaghetti strap- tight to the skin, would be emphasizing my curves if I had any to speak of. A bra wouldn't help this case- it would just squish and be awkward. I can't stuff- looks even faker.
People would call me a crossdresser- maybe. Maybe not since I can't even convince myself to put the stuff on. I've wanted to ever since I was little but I couldn't. Jen keeps a close eye on me at all times. I think she suspects something- or that I'm gay- which I'm not.
I'm a girl... but I don't look like a girl- I have a... penis for the love of God!
If I got a boyfriend... not that I can- but would that make me gay? Would he be gay?
Hoped on RomanceHoped on Romance
+Chris' Point of View+
I wish girls would stop hitting on me... Stupid, STUPID body of mine- tells everyone one thing... they can't see the other.
If a boy came to hit on me, I'd probably blush really bad. Then I'd get called queer and fag. Even though I'm not- maybe I'm strange compared to what the norm is but I am not gay. I like boys. I don't like girls like that. Not that I really have a problem WITH people like that but... I don't want to be called gay! I think Mom already thinks that of me though...
Romance novels suck. They suck REALLY bad. It's all love and happy and sex and then cheating and then more sex. That's all they are. There's nothing more real- definately nothing I can relate to.
Setting the book back on the shelf, I start walking around the department store again. I'm here because Dad wanted to get out, and I wanted to get away from Mom. And I need new track shorts- the ones I have are so stained with blood from tripping when I wa
Chris TamerthonWake up,
Avoid the mirror.
Grab the right clothes.
Avoid what I want to put on my face.
Put on my smile.
Lie to myself.
Lie to everyone I know.
Chris Tamerthon woke to the buzzing of an alarm clock in her ears. She groaned, not wanting to get up- ever. Every day was tiring- smiling for everyone, telling everyone that "I'm in a relationship" when you're really not, but you need to avoid the situation at all costs. Not being able to do anything- not able to have a life. She finally rolled out of bed, stood up and went to get dressed. She grabbed a pair of baggy jeans, almost grabbing her denim skirt by mistake, and pulled them on with a pair of boxers. She pulled on a baggy blue shirt after that, not repeating her mistake, and then slipped into her shoes. She grabbed her hairbrush, running it through shoulder length, dyed blue hair. She wanted to die it pink but she couldn't for the life of her.
Finally entering the bathroom, she groaned. This was the worst part of
Happy V-DAY BITCHESSSToday is a day for love.
That's what they say.
Love is all shiny and sparkly-
FULL OF CRACK.
This is my wish to all of ya'll who's reading this shizz:
HAVE A GREAT GODDAMN DAY AND-
Get your freak on with the one you love!
FRILLY THINGS FOR TODAY:
Just have safe sex.
I fear if I keep typoing, I'm gonna kill ya'll,
so I just hope-
That you have a really good day today full of
HAPPY VALENTINE'S EVERYONE!</i>
A Night In Minecraft: EndermanI awoke in this world,
Alone and confuzed,
In a daze,
I set out,
To find another,
There were animals,
All for me,
I thought it was nice,
Built a small house,
What the night brought about,
Fear coursed through my veins,
As the others drew near,
Peaking through windows,
Trying to get me,
A frightful sight,
As they gathered around,
Searching for a way in,
Dressed in grey and black,
Sat atop my roof,
A hand in their pockets,
A lighter in the other,
Wearing green hoodies,
Waiting for no other but me,
Some pounded on the door,
Tattered clothes visible in moonlight,
Groaning in pain,
As they slamed themselves,
Against the door,
Dressed in black and white,
Stood at the ready,
Waiting to shoot,
I peaked out my window,
Past the terrible bodies,
Stood a lone figure,
Eyes glowing purple in the night,
He stood tall,
Dressed all in black,
The neck of his
'There's No God Up Here' - The Gagarin ExperienceWhen Yuri saw Earth,
He began to cry
When the Earth turned to him,
The Planet asked him
"Yuri, why do you cry?"
Gagarin hesitated, but replied
"Because, you are beautiful"
The Earth grinned and stated,
"No, Yuri - I am the reflection
Of all things on Earth
The love of humanity and its accomplishments
I am merely a mirror, Yuri
Gagarin returned to Earth soon after
As his shuttle was about to puncture the skin
Of his new found friend
He ejected and safely floated to the ground
People fled from him at first
For he looked like an alien
But he waved and said,
"No, I am a friend, comrades!"
He would yell again
"I am a friend!
A Soviet like you!"
He went on a search
For a telephone to Moscow
Once home, he is greeted
By another reflection of Earth
Alexey Leonov saw the smiling cosmonaut
And greeted with open arms
But before a reunion could occur
Nikita swooped in and cornered the man
Who was not even bound by the atmosphere
Merely hours earlier
"Did you see God up there?"
The Dudethe dude,
twas his name.
his guns held low,
cock always ready.
No one dared draw
on the man called 'the dude'.
he walked with a strut,
and drank liquor like water.
his spurs were sharp as knives,
few would cross his path.
he never said much,
dubbed the 'quiet man',
though he let his gun do
a mighty fine lot of talkin!
when he did open his mouth,
his gruff could shake an entire canyon.
even the grizzly bears cringed
if he said something mean.
why they called him 'the dude'
nobody livin' knows.
some say cause he was cool as ice
others say was his father's name.
in the end,
it didn't matter.
the dude was the great cowboy even seen-
some even claimed the devil was a-feared of him.
i would've called him indestructible,
had 'the dude' not been killed.
was a death of heroes
make no mistake of that.
stung by a little bumble bee,
face swelled up like a donkey's hide.
his last words were 'damn critter'
and boom! twas the end of 'the dude'.
Lead or Ink"Hey, hi," Whispered the pen
"Write with me, write, my friend
Because ink stays for miles
Ink never dies-"
But the humble pencil spoke
and said, "Don't listen to this thick-inked bloke.
ink can be tear stains
Of an artist's lost lives
and can be dangerous
telling permanent lies."
The pen spoke up once more,
trying to accomplish what he started before.
"But my friend, listen to me
you won't regret your choice, you see"
The pencil argued back, yet again
hoping to beat his pin-headed friend
"you write wrong, so you erase
and pencil something in it's place
Pens and markers smear and stain
liquid blackness falls like rain"
To this, the pen just said
"Don't pay attention to this dull-head
I think he's already running out of lead
But look at me, and grasp your mind,
I am pure elegance, the best kind!
Pencils snap and break, easily severed
But me, my friend, I'll stay forever!"
I shook my head at this pointless fight
I wouldn't use either, they both weren't right
I left my chair and went to my
To ALL My Crazy Friendsyou drive me up the walls
and I need a roll of duck tape
but you make my laugh
and you make me smile
I trip you in the halls
you punch me in the face
and I won't change a thing
well maybe give you a mute button
and yes I love you all
(not in the lez way)
like a sister
or a brother
if you're a boy
but I know you'll stand by my side
and pick me back up
and I never want to lose you
not even the ones
I wish I each time I see you
so laugh it up
because the next one say
I have a problem of glairing at people
you're getting punched in the face
Funny things my sister said/done (now a deviation)My little sister is a riot! She says random things that make no sense at all, then starts running around in circles. She is insane. But I love her, and she said that if I don't publish her jokes she will kill my ketchup. (I know, wtf!)
"Want me to liquefy your barbecue sauce?"
"A farmer slithers punishingly away from a coffee shop. He whistles when he spots an alligator next to a red statue, then he says, "How unexpected! I guess you can't be too careful."
My sister started drawing a portrait of me. She realized it looked more like Thor, so she started drawing Thor instead. Then, when she drew the eyes slanted, it looked more like Loki, so she started drawing Loki. She drew a crooked nose and a creepy smile. She then named it 'Ronald McDonald'.
"I'm wearing big girl panties!"
She suddenly yelled, "OMG A BANANA!" When I looked the other way, she hid cheese in my pasta.
"Never trust someone with a clown on their shirt"
Once, I touched her stuffed animal. Then, she said, "You paralyzed he
FandomGlued to the computer screen
Anticipation swallows the mind
It's about time
The show is ready to roll
Nerds cry foul
Raging wars in battlefields made of text
Rapid fire is shot by every key tap
I shield from blood thirsty fanboys
Armies of the passionate come together
Conventions swarming with delight
Variety of fans freely gush
Without a judge to care
Forums of all kinds
Treated with fan fictions and art
And music to ooze the ears
Creative expression leaves no bounds
A life of a fanatic
EFF THE CHEESE... I think...I like you,
and I like cheese.
I like cheese as much
you hate cheese!
I don't know how!
But you do!
And it makes me sad!
I like you...
so I can't hate
I just really
that this doesn't
Get in the way,
of our relationship!
Cheese and dumpster-love.
Ain't that healthy?
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More