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HEROMAN: HEROIC :Fanfic:
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.
Soul Eater Drabble FestPAIRINGS
Big breasts, big butt, curvy body.
Everything Maka wanted, her friend had.
From being envious to girl crush...
Then the crush grew. She blushed.
A crush wasn't a crush anymore.
"I think I love you!"-Maka
Tsubaki just stared. She couldn't speak.
She didn't know what to say.
It was the last thing expected.
Lost for thoughts, lost for words.
She couldn't respond. Truth or lie?
Will and pride made him strong.
There were sides only she saw.
Tracing his skin, she felt scars.
Not that he hid them. Just...
He never made show of them.
He was afraid- only she knew.
He's loud, she's not. A balance?
His energy would always amaze her.
Screw symmetry. She drew him in.
He didn't want to change her,
although he still twitched about it.
He saw all of her. She didn't.
She should just listen to Medusa.
Would it be better? Probably not.
He wished he had a human form.
+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
Line BreakingI noticed
That If I
Split my thoughts
Into Lines breaks,
People enjoy it.
I wonder how much I’ll start
To hate myself
For this shit.
one night standInspiration kicked me out
of bed, threw my
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
Purple!The color of my hair- right down to the roots, though it’s artificial coloring
The color of my toenails- because occasionally I like to feel like a girl, because I don’t dress up in frilly clothes or spend copious amounts of time on my hair before I go out
The color of my favorite sandals- in which I can wear them anywhere; water- fresh or salt, mud settling between my toes (because they are sandals after all), or helping carry me rock to rock in a somewhat graceful fashion
And if I’m a little personal with this, which I suspect I might be, my favorite panties might very well be that color too!
FuneralDon’t cry over spilled milk.
They tell me.
But how can I not cry
when the milk could have been so much more?
It could have been strength in my bones,
Or added to my tea,
It could have been a milkshake
That brought all the boys to me.
But now we’ll never know,
As it lies, cold and pale on the floor,
I mop it up with great solemnity,
Using not one paper towel, but four.
What must the store think?
And the farmer and the cow?
Their efforts gone to waste,
It rests in the trash now.
And I shall drown in my guilt
That none will taste
The milk I spilt.
Ten Variations on a Classic PoemClassic with a twist
Roses are red
Violets are too
I searched through my crayon box
But couldn’t find any blue
Classic with a twist 2
Roses are red
Violets are blue
They really are purple
But nothing rhymes with that hue
Bodies are dead
Cadavers are too
This poem is disgusting
Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!
The roses are dead
The violets are few
I don’t find this to be a ve
Nuestros OC's se conocen part 2Yo: exacto¡¡¡,bien chicos decidan...
Vladi: ya que *dijo rendido*
En eso entramos al cine y Vladi nos jalo a mi y a Amparito y nos sento al lado de él....
Amparito: que haces??
Vladi: Porfavor...se van a pelar por sentarse a mi lado, porfavor aganlo ustedes..
Yo: pero se van a enojar con nosotras? *dije asustada*
Vladi: que es mejor que se enojen un rato con ustedes o que armen un alvoroto en el cine
Amparito: la segunda obcion
Amparito: sabes que odio que me digan así...¡¡¡¡
Vladi: hacepta o te dire haci todo el día así¡¡
Amparito: ok, ok..
Yo: yo no acepto...me gusta ver peleas...
Vladi: por favor, por favor ,are todo lo que quieras *dijo suplicando*
Yo: uhmmm....eso suena interesante...bien acepto...
En eso entran las chicas y nos ven sentadas ala par de Vladi....
Yo: hola chicas¡¡
Las chicas: Que hacen sentadas a la par de Vladi???
Blind DatePlease understand,
before this goes any further
than a friendly "hello".
I'm a little crazy.
But the kind riding
on the side of delusional.
My brain spins in circles,
days & nights.
An awful sickness,
from dusk to dawn.
I'll have you know,
I'm the kind of crazy,
that has to take pills.
Jagged little circles,
ingested down my throat.
to calm me down.
Please, don't judge me.
The doctor says it's normal.
I sit and wonder.
"What is normal?"
Back on topic now,
I was told by my therapist
not to let others judge.
I'm left imagining
everyone in white-
George Washington wigs.
Swinging a gavel
screaming, "Order in the court!"
I swear, I'm not too crazy...
Only a special kind of lazy...
H-hey wait... W-where are you going?
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?
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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