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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
NestingIf you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing an excavator unearth a huge mound of dirt, how it all falls in where the earth is no more, then you know what it’s like to see a golden belly wake up in the morning. The dirt, trash and broken items that they normally pile up around them over time, like a bed of refuse and chaos, gets shifted around as the troll finally stands. It was upon watching this display that I realized Matilda had accumulated a large amount of shit in the corner of the room, how she managed to do it without me realizing it, I still don’t understand. I am a very fastidious person, I mean I get on my fiancée for leaving her bras sitting on chairs in the house sometimes.
The odd thing about it however was the way she was piling it, as if she were making a fortress of just crap and some of the most random items I’ve ever seen. One in particular caught my eye and I had to go over and pick it up to make sure it was really there.
DotW - RP: Tamarack Meets DeluButtGrapes
The rain that drummed along the roof of the main den echoed in Tamarack's larger then average ears. She had been cooped up in that dusty place for most of the day because Lyn had asked her to, and of course she listened, but the young female was dieing of boredom. She rolled over several times, groaning, trying to think of SOMETHING to do. Perhaps if she was lucky another wolf would waltz into the main den to escape the rain and she'd have someone to play with.
Thunder rolled in the distance, and the puddles that formed outside were calling to Tamarack, but she knew better then to go against Lyn's requests. She wanted to always be a good girl in her adoptive mother's eyes, and a good girl she would stay. If only she had some company this whole ordeal would be much more bearable.
Lyn had recently pulled Delu aside and asked him if he would like to help care for a pup that she had found. Of course, Delu was ecstatic about the idea! It hadn't bee
DotW RP: INFECTEDButtGrapes:
There was a break in the seemingly never ending rain that evening, though the earth was still a soggy mess of mush. The black and golden male made his way sulkily through camp, his broad muscles rippling underneath his thick, damp pelt. He had northern genes, therefor longer then average fur plus humidity did not equal fun times for the male. He felt as if he were carrying an extra twenty pounds, and it made him more irritable.
As of late, he had noticed a strong deterioration in the pack's system, and that was a straight up effect of Roman's fading age. It wouldn't be long before the old alpha would croak, but Stallion couldn't waste any second he could get to earn brownie points. He stopped just outside the main den, which reeked of different kinds of herbs and.. blood? Very faint blood. Someone must have given him a present or something. "Roman, sir." He called in, his olive green eyes resting on the rugged white figure of his alpha in the corner of the den, uncomfo
Man of Fire He was a man of fire.
Simple as that, but this made no sense to him.
Though he was the embodiment of fire, Kin Fai liked to look at the ocean. All the other fae knew where to find him if he was greatly needed. Just go to the coast, at the very edge of the burning hot desert at dawn or dusk, and you shall find him either towering as he stood or seated cross legged leaning forward as he watched the prideful sun change the sea's color to orange as it shimmered away in the horizon.
But this. . . this was different to him.
Kin Fai loved to play, and before him was a small little desert fox playing in the waters on the wet beach, cooling its already wet pale yellow fur on the wet waves.
He wanted to join with his desert brother and jump in the water, splash around and dance with him.
But he could not.
This made no sense, why fire cannot play in the sea.
Violate part 9 (Sherlock's POV)Violate part 9 (Sherlock’s POV):
~ 12 DAYS LATER ~
“…No, when was it? 20 minutes ago? Something like that. Anyway, she won’t wake up and if she does, you just do as I told you, but com’on…” John grabbed his purse on the table, continuing:
”You know I’ll be back in an hour, tops. Mrs. Hudson will be back here in no time, and by the way it was you who insisted I should be the one changing her and buying food and diap-“
“Sshh, I get it, John, stop talking! I can’t think when you start one of your monologues, it’s like a buzzing noise inside my mind!” Sherlock hissed from down where he was lying on the sofa, placing his fingers on his temples, closing his eyes as if he were suffering from a bad headache.
“You always start worrying when I’m about to leave the flat! You think you won’t be able to handle her and you’ve complained like a hundred times already-“
Shadow Blood and Deep Silence chapter 3 A New Home
Shadow Blood and Deep Silence chapter 3 : A New Home: Kokoa's pov Slender Mansion? i never heard of this place i said. I,m not surprised not alot of people know about this place said Zilla with a disappointed look on her face. Suddenly the mansion doors opened and this tall,thin,faceless guy stood. Welcome back miss Shadow Blood said the guy than he looked at me than back at Zilla and said who is this young lady? this is my friend Kokoa Miyuki said Zilla its a pleasure to meet you i'm Slender Man now please come in. Come on i want to show you some friends of mine Zilla than grabed my hand and pulled me inside the
Violate part 8 (John's POV)Violate part 8 (John’s POV):
“She’s already asleep,” John whispered, closing the door to his bedroom, where Violet was lying peacefully with the dummy in her mouth. Mary just smiled at him, reaching for her tea cup, so that she could bring it to the sink.
“Just leave it there, Mrs. Hudson would get furious if she found out I’d let you do the dishes,” John continued.
“Right, alright,” Mary smirked. John placed his cup in the sink as well, leaning in and planted a solid kiss on Mary’s mouth. He could feel how her lips were smiling upwards.
“W-what?” he laughed, kissing her again. She giggled, lightly shaking her head.
“Oh, nothing,” she replied, stroking his arm. John could not stop smiling at her pink cheeks.
“It’s just… I promised Sarah… You met her here the other day…”
“… When we went grocery-sho - yeah, yeah, I remember her…”
DotW RP: Boone and Tagen go on an ADVENTURE!Idlethe:
It was a bright morning day and the sun blazed down, heating everything up. Christoph's fur, being thick and heavy was absorbing this heat and he was getting hot and bothered. "Where we be, ya old fart?" The little fur ball that kept on Christoph's heels was making nasty comments all morning. Christoph rolled his eyes, already used to his niece. He had kept her away from the pack for a while, wanting to establish a relationship with his niece. He had managed to get through a few of her walls, learning a few things about his niece and it had strengthened the bond between them; clearly since Tagen was still following him and hadn't run off yet.
Christoph stopped, thinking of who to meet first. "What're ya doin?" Tagen grumbled; her words were slurred and she spoke poorly, not just because of age but because of lack of communication within her home pack. "Trying to find someone who will put up with you. And speak clearly, don't mumble" Christoph replied.
Violate part 10 (John's POV)Violate, part 10 (John’s POV):
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this earlier?” John whispered, scrolling down until he could see Lestrade’s name on Sherlock’s phone screen. On the inside he was about to burst out in anger. He wanted to scream. Sherlock just bit his lip, apparently he did not know what to say. John clenched his teeth. He felt so… Angry and shocked and frustrated all at the same time, he didn’t know what to do. This afternoon a bloody police man would actually come and pick them up; this afternoon! And Sherlock had known about this and not told him!
“If you think I’m in any way alright with this-“
“I know you’re not, you’re irritated. Your ears turned red again,” Sherlock replied, pointing at John’s ears, then immediately looking down at his feet again as if he had already regretted what he had just said. John’s eyebrows dropped even more downwards than the
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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