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Etsuko!
Storm Eye's adopted daughter
oc belongs to @williamlap1
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IN̊ͤ́S̶̐ͫͨ̃͋́ͬȎ̧M͐͒̓ͦN̓I̍Ả͛ͣ͆͋̂͟: Tired sorrows
Awake awake awake
Never a moment of rest
Insomnia the foul snake
Poisons the mind and will surely cause an ache
Beware beware beware
The sleepless nights of uncomfortable perception
The mind wanders to become extremely aware
Wishing nothing more than sleep’s dream contraption
Never never never a dream I shall remember
Never my own sleep to control
How long will this last?
Forever
Any semblance of lucidity is null
Insomnia disturbs the pattern
No dream journal to keep
So keep a stately lantern
And put on paper the sorrows you weep
Night is wasted by those who can’t sleep
If from their mind, creativity they can’t reap
Beware beware beware
Insomnia’s nightly dare
Beware beware beware
The foul demon’s awful glare
DREAMLESS NIGHTS
Dreams of good slumber
How tauntingly sweet they are
A fire for the mind’s lumber
Yet nightmares are never that far
So come play a game
A game with the mind
What is its name
Simply, my psyche, is it kind?
A game of glorious fortune
And a game of possible misery
Shall my mind let me win
Or is punishment its delivery?
I can fly and control my dream!
Or the mind takes over
Shall I fear the tear from seam to seam
Or embrace my world at it’s core
Can I stay lucid before I wake
Or will it be a normal night
Where never dream nor terror my mind will make
As I awaken with no dream of fright or light
A night of pure black
Passing by in but a minute
For vivid imagination I lack
And nothing but reality in which I’ll sit
Dreams are rare
Terrors even more so
So for morning I’ll stare
And night I’ll know
The sandman will visit
But without a vision for the night
Luck of the Wish
A prayer to the night A wish for renewed light of all the stars in the sky surely one is able to supply supply a new look upon life one where there is less strife surely one must exist to help any and all resist resist temptation of thoughts most foul and resist the mind’s own growl Wish and wish shall us all Regardless of how hard the fall for luck smiles upon even the worst yet it’s intentions are fairly cursed so I say to bring another day for life remains uncertain while in this bed I lay greet me tomorrow, oh star of light and when you disappear, reflect upon another with your true might
Art is Dead
Eye of the night sky What secrets do you know Moon amid black please do tell … How painful, the truth is that I’ll cry My secrets are of present and will show Your curiosity, I can never quell But the truth unfolds at large and random So I will let loose a tiny reveal Among entertainers, art is dead The plague of creators’ fandom Is the loyalty they feel Not all has yet been said For art is made of dreams Dreams, desires, and trends Trends of art’s own demise Art is killed by trivial memes Art is killed by creation without passion to meet ends Art is killed by apathetic cries … You say such vile words about art Moon, this is not a truth but a lie … You asked in hopes I would sound smart? It is but apparent comprehension you did not try Believe what satisfies you on earth But now at night listen for my plaintive cry My words will carry their worth As will the groans of the sky Creation without passion Creation for popularity They killed art … What is your mission? Is it disturbance of tranqulity? For art is not dead to all, so I shall take leave and depart
Here’s a little Zorua.
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Partner, defending the Pokemon they’re escorting: Hero! What kind of a defense is this?!
Hero, in another room, standing over a dozen fainted Pokemon: I AM THE DEFENSE!
Happy Halloween!! Treat or trick!!
Braixen expects this great day for a long time~~
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Here’s a sketch if Hiro that no one asked for.
Braixen works in a big company.