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Yula Priserim -On The Troubles Of Foresight-Foresight is a tricky thing.
Perhaps you can see a vision of what may happen, what you think will happen.
But then you need to figure out how it will happen.
I feel that requires more thought.
And if if it's a vision you want to prevent, then it gets even more tricky:
How exactly do you prevent what you foresaw?
What if acting on the vision will end up causing it?
Maybe ignoring it will actually prevent the troubling outcome instead?
But I know how tempting it is do something that bothers you.
So I guess foresight is just one tool out of a whole set.
Or maybe it's like a map?
It shows you what's there, but you still need to figure out how to reach the destination you want.
Fortunately, I'm interested in figuring things out. It can be fun at times.
But it makes me anxious when I actually need to figure something out if failing to do so will lead to terrible consequences.
It's even worse when the best answer forces me to do something I'll feel bad for acting on...
I Am NotNothing ever belonged to me.
Not my innocence,
Not my guilt,
Not my hopes,
Not my dreams,
Not my kindness,
Not my wrath,
Not my actons,
Not my words,
Not my pleasure,
Not my pain,
Not my beliefs,
Not my doubts,
Not my thoughts,
Not my feelings,
Not even my existence.
I am what I am.
But to all who beheld me, I am not.
A Warlord's LegendHistory spoke of an era when a great warlord fought to achieve a glorious revolution.
Many saw the warlord as someone different and atypical, some even believed the warlord to be inhuman,
It was the inevitable shunning of this inhuman quality that lead the warlord to pursuing an ambition driven by wrath and vengeance. Yet, it was this very quality that would draw loyal followers to the warlord, which quickly gave birth to a very steadfast legion.
The gathered army of spurned souls grew until could match the military might of a nation. Their confidence and rage sought to overcome a world they deemed mad and rotted by corruption.
And thus they rampaged throughout the land, wrecking or seizing everything in their path.
Everyone to them was either friend or foe. And without anyone in between, even those that could not defend themselves, all that they saw as foes were dealt withF extreme prejudice. For the sake of their justice and ideals, they declared the world would be their's, and o
A Proper End to Our Fairytale (BENxJeff)"BEN... I think we need to talk."
The albino cyber warder looked up from his book and arched an eyebrow at his husband. Jeff's eyes were hidden behind his long ebony bangs, but still he looked at BEN. BEN hummed in question, putting down his book.
"What about, hon?"
Jeff was silent for several moments, then he leaned back in his chair, casting his gaze out the nearest window. The last bit of the day's sun was casting an orange glow on his white face and setting his greyed eyes on fire. A shrug passed between his shoulders and he sighed.
"We've been in this world for how many years?" BEN looked thoughtful.
"Going on twenty years, now. Crazy, isn't it? I mean, technically I'm like... forty fucking five years old. Once upon a time I didn't think I'd know life past fifteen. But anyways, why do you ask? Is your memory getting as bad as your sight these days?" BEN smirked, but his lips creased downwards when Jeff didn't show any signs of amusement. "
Power of an EmperorMyric knew he had failed.
His men lay dead around him, by the tens of thousands. On the floor in front of him lay his unconscious wife, cut and bloodied by the enemy. Surrounding him billions of Draken soldiers stood. They roared in triumph.
The sinister forms of the Draken commanders surrounded them. The sleek form of Toxin stood laughing licking the horrific poisons on her knives, next to her stood Decapitator, his ancient sword laying at rest, his quiet form ever ready. These two were also backed by the forms of Ravager, his claws outstretched and waiting for the order to kill, and the Soul Monarch, the massive giant standing at the for.
”So little Angel. You have finally fallen, we will be kind and give your wife a quick death, but for you... I’m afraid our master wants a chat” its booming voice echoing an drowning out the cries of the Draken around him.
Myric knelt over Duneyers form, he had tears in his eyes. He hadn’t been able to stop them, his so
DotW RP: Tamarack Meets Venuseto-nyan
It was early in the morning when Venus woke to make her morning rounds. It'd been years since she was apart of a pack, so she still had trouble adjusting to pack life. Her feet tread softly on the soft soil of the den, her eyes roaming over the breathing sleeping bodies of her den mates before she padded out to watch the sunrise. Since the den was at the top of a hill overlooking the sloping valley below, it was the optimum place to watch the day begin. "So yet another day begins..." She sighed quietly to herself before laying down and watching the vivid orange sky fade to pale blue.
Tamarack awoke soundlessly, her eyes blinking open slowly one at a time. She didn't dream that night, so it seemed she had fallen asleep one moment and woke up the next. She stretched out her tiny stubby legs and yawned greatly, curling her small pink tongue before bouncing out of the den, stick poking oddly from her square jaws. She caught a glimpse of a new wol
Los viajes Huzan 2 capitulo 28La batalla entre Cherry y Vívi continúa. Vívi ha derrotado al Exploud de Cherry, y justamente en ese momento, Butamaru evoluciona a Emboar Pero ahora la líder de gimnasio ha sacado a su Lopunny, el cual parece ser su mejor pokemon, y al mismo tiempo, las energías de Vívi comienzan a ceder dada la arena de combate.
VS. CHERRY (Parte 3)
Juez: Batalla 3: Lopunny vs. Emboar. ¡Comiencen!
Vívi: ¡Muy bien, Butamaru vamos a mostrarle tu nuevo poder evolutivo. ¡Usa empujón!
Cherry: *bailando* ¡Vamos, vamos, vamos! ¡Patada de salto ya, Lopunny!
A gran velocidad, Lopunny conecta una feroz patada a Butamaru, evitando que se mueva.
Cherry: El que tu pokemon evolucionase no es garantía de que vaya a derrotar a mi Lopunny.
Vívi: ¡Ya veremos! *bailando* ¡Vamos, Butamaru, usa lanzallamas!
Cherry: ¡Bailar no es suficiente para dar energías! ¡Usa bote!
Violate part 11 (Sherlock's POV)Violate part 11 (Sherlock’s POV):
“First of all, we would like to inform you that no one has contacted us and told us anything useful regarding the girl’s past,” Lestrade said, folding his hands in front of him on the table. Sherlock internally rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly. Why so formal all of the sudden?
“…This means we can’t bring her back to her biological parents, which makes adoption the only option here,” Lestrade continued. John’s hands were slightly shaking, Sherlock noticed. They looked sweaty as well, judged by the shiny reflection of the skin. Violet did not seem to notice though, as she kept examine them, carefully touching them with one finger at the time.
“We have received several files from foster homes who would be interested in her, people who are experienced and who seem absolutely ideal for the job of taking good care of her.”
The police officer looked at Sherlock, who frowned. Was he no
War of the Emblem: Ylissean Character WIP
Hair Color: Dark Blue
Eye color: Blue
Alexander is the prince of Ylisse, and is next in line to become the Exalt. He grew up listening to the tales of his Great Grandfather Chrom, whom became the source of inspiration on how to be a great leader for the Halidom of Ylisse. His mark of the exalt was branded on his right hand, which symbolizes his bloodline to the royal family. He learned sword fighting and politics from his father Antares training with his childhood friend Toan, and also made friends with the Western Khan’s daughter Lenoura from Regna Ferox. He wields the Parallel Falchion, the legendary blade, passed down through the generations of the royal family.
Staying committed to his responsibilities as the captain of the Shepards, he was successful in driving out any group of bandits that threatened the kingdom’s villages. His speeches would always bring hope to the people as they listened. He would alwa
That Time of The Month (FInal part) "BEN? Can I feel your belly?"
BEN blinked, looking down to see little Sally looking up at her with big, green puppy-dog eyes. She smiled, lifting the brunette onto her lap. Her baby bump was starting to show, and even though she was only just starting her second trimester, the cyber ghost was an anxious mess. But seeing Sally's hand against her stomach, so gentle and innocent, her anxiety eased a bit, and she relaxed.
Suddenly, Sally pulled back, fear in her eyes. BEN tilted her head. "What's wrong, Sal?"
BEN gazed at her for a moment before laughing and hugging her.
"That's just the baby's way of saying hello and that it can't wait to see it's big sister!" BEN explained, watching a huge grin spread across Sally's face.
"Hey, now, don't think that the baby's the only one who's excited to get here, you two." Jeff yawned as he padded into the living room, setting down on the couch and kissing BEN's cheek. Sally
La brune regardait la blonde discuter avec les autres membres du groupe. Elle avait encore du mal à assimiler qu'elle s'était émanciper du corps de Salia. Il faut dire que cela faisait que quelques heures. Cela lui ouvrait tellement de possibilités maintenant. Elle allait pouvoir se venger ! A cette idée, un sourire froid s'afficha sur les lèvres de Junon.
ScarsSarah felt completely self-conscious of herself trying on such a revealing dress. "Yeah I am not wearing this to the ball.." Sarah spun around once in front of the three-way mirror. The dress was cut above the knees and had no back nor sleeves to it.
Her roommate and bestfriend Nyx, let out a feral growl, her pointed cat ears went up and down. "Why Sarah? Blue is your color, brings out those eyes of yours." Nyx gave her sharp tooth grin, a uncommon thing to see a sphinx do, but she was a bit of an odd ball to her colony after all.
Sarah let out a sigh,"It's not that... You can see all my scars in this dress..."
Her body was littered with markings from past battles with both Angels and Demons, hell even by other fellow Knights during training sessions or from other reasons. Her newest additions to her 'collection' was from being dismembered.
She is still haunted from that ordeal of being restrained by the containment seal and slowly having her limbs cut from her by Protocols.
Love Confession of A Budding Sage"I'll be honest;
I still don't believe in any powerful miracle of romantic love
And I refuse to make any promises I cannot keep.
So I will not promise you the world and everything you ever desired,
But I will promise you that I'll do everything in my power to take care of you and provide you with what you need.
If you will still have me, then know this is how I shall express my love."
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