#wirtting

[the-nada-thing]

bitches be like ‘I can't write the paper that is due’ then be up until 2 am writing fan fiction. its me. I'm bitches.

[the-cloaked-one]

Shifter AU

1. Who can Shift?

A) Everyone

B) Some people but it’s random

C) Some people but it’s though an event

D) There’s something about the people who have the ability

E) It’s heredity (can be passed down or inherited)

F) It’s a curse or blessing of some sort

G) Specific people, there’s a reason

2. How well known is it?

A) Commonly known fact, as part of the world

B) Known but thought as a sort of unreliable rumor (not completely believed) till seen

C) It’s known but not commonly

D) It’s a closely guarded secret

E) It’s an open secret

F) It’s new

3. Why that animal in particular?

A) Symbolism (Like an spirit animal or something)

B) The character wanted to have that animal’s form for whatever reason

C) It’s genetic

D) Random

4. How do they shift?

A) At will

B) They have a fur or skin (like selkie)

C) There are conditions that need to be met (Such as saying a word, some kind of feeling, or environmental conditions)

D) Magic McGuffin

E) Some kind of animal fusion ( regular, spirit, myth or other)

5. What are their species?

A) They’re human they just have a second form

B) Some kind of spirit or mythological being (either real or made up)

C) They’re eldritch beings

D) They’re aliens or descendants of ones

E) They were human but are now something else

F) They’re animals who’ve learned human form

6. What’s their mental state?

A) Animalistic thoughts in both forms

B) Just pure human thoughts

C) Leaning more animalistic when In distress

D) Depends on which form they’re in

E) Depends on which form is most used

F) Random

G) Depends on what type of person they are

H) Animals are just the same as humans

[wearehavingafiresale]

Everyone needs things differently. But who can give me what i need? Why do I need more? Contentedness fills inside the hearts and bodies of the masses. Stopping short of what they should have, and instead filling themselves with poison. It's such an attractive toxin, to think you can tame the untamable. To think that out of all the attempts from those before you, whose dreams and effort have been suffocated, that you can tame that beast. Maybe that's what you need, but i need more.

I don't want the poison, I want the sun. I want the sun to shine a light into my soul and awaken who I truly am. The sun to shine so bright it, the only thing that can put it out is death. But I sometimes dip into the toxin. It sees me best when I am weak. It can smell me. It wants me. And I succumb. But in the end, I need more. 

Occasionally, a light will shine. But it's the sludge in disguise. Trying to infect me. The poison is here and available for everyone. Until its not. And when it is not is when you need it most. So you become the toxicity. You infect others. But it's not the same. Nothing can make you feel better. The pyramid has already started expanding. The people that you infect are infecting others and it stems from you. But I always get away, because I need more.

It's just not enough for me. I sink in, but I always get out. The more I sink, the faster I get out. It's getting harder and harder to search for my sun. It's the only thing keeping me living. It's the only thing that makes me go back to the poison. A neutral life sounds great. I need more.

James Nash

[beautythroughalookingglass]

Your a victim of your own mind

anonymous 

[roarrawrr]

When I hear what I have written out loud, the cliches hang in the air between us like bad breath

Sarah Kay

[douloureu-x]

Chemicals

    You called me toxic, but he, he calls me honey. He begs me to slide myself down his throat so that the words he speaks can someday, be just as sweet as me. To you I tasted like dandelions, leaving every inch of your mouth bitter, my name only intensifying your distaste. He plants me gardens, roses, daises and lilies, that spell out "I love your smile."      One of the first things you told me was that you hated music but he calls me a symphony. Maybe, that's why we didn't last more than 67 days, I was playing you songs and humming you tunes but you were only blocking it out.    I am not meant to be someones brick wall, I am meant to be someones painted canvas, full and alive. To you I was only a string of chemicals that slowly began to eat away at everything you felt like you needed to live for. To him I am a foundation for something beautiful. 

[darien-i]

Miren es lo que he empezado a escribir.

Jaja no sé, está medio feito, pero es para empezar (es decir, yo le tengo fe, YO ♥ LO QUE ESCRIBO...es que no me queda de otra)

Si, va a tener acción y peleas y espadas, porque me gustan las espadas :3 Espadas

http://www.wattpad.com/story/11476786-la-gran-hero%C3%ADna-de-phidenor-katria

[platypus26]