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Attack on Minecraft: Assassin in the Fog (Part 2) The small little trio returned back to the Recon Corps base, much to the relief of everyone else who had been waiting anxiously for their return.
“Are you guys okay?” asked Skyesha, one of Eren and Mikasa’s fellow trainee-mates who had graduated in their same year. She was a rather odd character. Her short attention span and boundless energy made her a unique addition of the Survey Corps. Plus, she had a strange love for waffles.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Levilox answered curtly, quickly dismissing the soldier with a flick of his wrist as he lead Skyren and Unikasa to a private room where they could talk.
“Did you see anything else about this assassin?” Unikasa questioned Skyren as she sat down in one of the chairs surrounding the wooden table. Skyren and Levilox did the same, both of them anxious to learn more about this mysterious killer.
The Fault in Our Skylox: Ch. 1
I was seventeen when my mom decided I was depressed. She probably thought this because I rarely left the house, spent a lot of time on my computer, reading the same book over and over in my plentiful amount of free time. ate irregularly and infrequently, and often devoted plenty of my time thinking about death.
Whenever you see one of those leaflets or websites about cancer, it always lists depression as a side effect of cancer. But in reality, depression isn’t a side effect of cancer, but a side effect of dying.
My mom took me to my regular doctor, Bill, who agreed that I was, in fact, swimming in a sea of totally clinical depression. He suggested that she started taking me to one of those Cancer Support groups.
And so it began.
My mom forced me to go to a weekly Cancer Support group. We met every Wednesday but the people in the group were nev
Summertime Sunsets(Not in anyway copying Lana Del Rae's song, "Summertime Sadness")
Ship: XephDan (Xephos x Jordan) (Not Sparklez)
Situation: Jordan and Lewis are going on an adventure to a beach that is out somewhere
I had to jog to keep up with Lewis as he bounded through the tall grass, a bright summer sun shining overhead. This was my first date with him as an official couple since we had been secretly dating for so long, until only just recently did I break it off with Ian.
“Come on Jordy!” Lewis calls me by my pet name, breaking me from my depressing thoughts and making me realise he’s already almost down the golden grassed hill.
I giggle and quickly follow him down to the sandy shore while he starts to set up the towels and the mini cooler he took along with us.
Once everything is set up, I take off my loose fitting t-shirt and shorts
Attack on Minecraft: Assassin in the Fog (Part 1) Skyren looked out over the rooftops of Shigshina, his hometown that had once been claimed by titans. The city was in a damaged state due to a past attack from the titans but had been stopped by the military police and himself. Thankfully, there was hardly any titans left, although there was still a few dwelling around the immense city. But there was still the lurking Colossal and Armoured titans...waiting to reclaim this land for the titans as they hid in the shadows of their own personal hells.
The sound of 3D maneuvering gear whizzing near him startled Sky and made him whip around to the source of the noise. His adopted sister, Unikasa, had appeared to have just landed as she retracted the hooks of her gear.
“Hello Skyren,” she greeted him in her soft but stern and determined voice.
“Hi Unikasa,” he returned the greeting and continued to look over the city.
Minecrafted Hogwarts Ch. 4
Ty couldn’t focus on eating as all he could think of was Panda and that guy. Where they friends? Why was he talking to her? Maybe they were cousins or relatives of some sort. That couldn’t be it. He couldn’t see any family resemblance at all.
He turned towards the doors again to see if she had arrived at all or was walking in, and to his surprise, he saw her walking in with that Slytherin guy following right behind her. She whipped around to face him and pushed him back, appearing to be yelling at him.
Ty tensed up as he saw the guy glare at her but walk away, leaving her alone. He watched her sigh and walk back to her own house’s table, sitting down next to CaptainSparklez whom she happily queued up conversation with.
“Earth to Ty!” someone shouted at him.
Ty was instantly jerked out of his thoughts and looked around to find the so
All of Us: A Collab With LostinSorrows Ch. 7
I finally came up out of my dark room after dark, hoping everyone was gone from the kitchen and living room.
I hate living here. The mortals who live here are stupid and ignorant. It’s almost like I’m living around some kind of dumb reality show that those humans would watch on daytime television.
I guess the only reason I don’t leave is because of…
My thoughts fall short as I get a glance of someone standing in front of the kitchen countertops, the slight stomping of footsteps going up and down make me assume this person is jumping. I peek from around the corner again and see the little Neko they call Mist.
She bounces up and down to try and reach something on top of the counter. A light blue ball of yarn. I roll my eyes and use my magic to flick it off the counter subtly.
It bounces off of her
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
the certainty of imminencei.
tomorrow spills over
inevitability-rapt and enveloping,
as wakefulness startles,
i'm caught up in past-time
i forge(t) myself in oblivion
midnight so hollow,
we all stop
with the clocks.
nothing looks the way it did
and i guess it seems
i'm blinkered, brevity-bound
in century footsteps forever stumbling,
always being blindsided
by the passing
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
A Broken HeartWhy don't you believe me
when I tell you I'm sorry.
I broke your heart
and I tried to mend it
with a Band-Aid so fragile
it wouldn't last forever.
I tried to reason
but you wouldn't listen.
My words bounced off of you
and came rushing back at me.
I hurt your heart
and so you hurt mine
so it's only fair
that I leave you alone.
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