“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
Happy Birthday, Bianka “Durandal” Ataegina !!!
Australian mum, it’s like curves and squiggles, looks more pleasing then mom
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Anyone wanna read this poem i just wrote working on my poetry annalysis sleep deprived? No? Imma just gonna put it here then.
I heard you wake
When eve barely broke
And yet I ignored the call
The birds and bustle
For the temporary comfort I had
I ignored my duties
What I don’t want to face
To what I had
I pulled myself closer
The covers over my head
I woke when the sun was high
When noon had struck and I could lie no more
Light glaring through the curtains, the bustling outside
Sitting up like being wound
A turner in my head, the gears now turning
I stood from my bed
I walked out of my room
The hall brightly lit
By the sunlight at the end of the corridor
Blinding I avert my gaze
I wanted to retreat
Back where I came
Not wanting to face
And yet I must
My comfort now gone, where I left it just then
Feeling regret with every step
The cursing loudly echoing
My day had just begun
And yet it was already half gone
I could only watch, as I waste what little I had away
Cursing even louder, though I made no point to change
There always seems to be something better, more alive
Than what I have to do
I buried my thoughts in laughter, I myself laughed too
Facing the bleary screen
My mind is blank though moments ago it was full to bursting
I could only watch as the numbers change
5, 6, 7, 8,
Slowly but surely
Now I feel stress
It all seems to be crashing down
Like that of the titanic
Engine and goose up north
Can I land
Is there time
Regret and remorse fill my mind
I now sit by myself at the dead of the night
My words not none but not nearly full
If only I didn’t crowd my mind
As I take a pen to write
Tapping of the keys, bright light above
No more could I take
I bury myself, in what comfort I have
Lulling my mind with a fake promise
Closing my eyes to all I fear and despise
Hoping to never wake again
MY GUYS!!! MY UNCLES!!! AHHHHHHHH
rough char line up for @liefofbushtown's lcb oc kongming's canto - aka the ro3k canto - would love to polish this when i have time
-the peach bros' small and cramped fixer office sits atop a humble shoe shop -guan yu is a color fixer, choosing to stay with his sworn brothers in their office -cao cao possesses the sign and has affiliations with demian, serving as a passive observer of the story, and giving cryptic clues, his main interests are maintaining the balance between the three major offices -i also use cao cao for my lcb diaochan's canto, he serves the same role as a sign holder and guide -sun quan is a reluctant antagonist, where it's clear he's only opposing and contesting for the bough mainly bc it's his assigned job, and it's worse to refuse and/or fail than die trying -designs were rural northern uncle core for the peach bros, fusion of western and traditional eastern attire + mob boss aesthetics for cao cao and yakuza/street gang attire for sun quan to tell all three offices apart
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions, Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kudari | Emmet & Nobori | Ingo Characters: Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet, Tsubaki | Melli Additional Tags: Angst, AU, twin wardens au except no one is happy, or will be, Unreliable Narrator Summary:
Ingo doesn’t fall into Hisui alone. Things are no better for it.
is anyone even interested in the twin wardens au in the year 2024 CE? well regardless here’s a fic
Puss has two hands and dang it he’s going to hold the people he love (romanplatonically) with it. Perrito gets piggy back ride that’s why he doesn’t get a hand
Coming soon to ao3 maybe within this dimension
Ok, so, I was reading fanfiction right, and, yeah.
An au where death just become a frequent drop in on TEAM FRIENDSHIP and they hang with lots of domesticities
The human urge to stand at the edge of the world
IM GOING INSANE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AHHHHHH THEY'RE SO PERFECT AND THE BEST AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
EVERYONE PLEASE READ THIS OFFICIAL SUBMAS POKEMAS COMIC
I'M GOING TO CRY BRO WHAT THE HECKKKK 😭😭
When I read "once upon a time" as the first sentence in The Book Of Lost Things by John Connolly it blew my mind tbh 😄
im Lief (any pronouns go wild), currently a full time art student, I like many things but never get around to half of them ;a;, developing a game - @liefofbushtown on insta
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