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temporary braverySometimes, she finds the courage to do things she never dreamt of doing the day before.
Sometimes, she fights whatever fear tries to consume her and tells herself that the ruffled feathers will settle. She tells herself that not everybody is out there and looking for her like a dog on a hunt, that she can blend in with those around her and be able to live happily among the fields of honey-sweet flowers. She tells herself that she won't be found, that she's allowed to love. That she's allowed to have lights warm up inside her; ignite her fragile bones. She tells herself that she can do what she wants without being weighed down by the iron of her past.
When she get she courage to do these simplistic, happy little things, she fulfills them. She displays her work for everybody to see, proud and beautiful, and feels for a beat of a moment that she can blend in. She even feels the drums of bravery and determination in that moment, a sense of knowing that she can be happy without living with

mercy kill"if i could get my hands on you, i'd kill you myself."
and i looked up
from behind my world of a dreaming girl
behind pages of words lined with adolescence and fairy tales
eyes hazy
stars dusted;
staring empty into a black gaze
two years later
i haven't forgotten their names
haven't forgotten their taste, their sound, their words, their graze
they said they would kill me,
but the real torture was letting me be.

ghosts& why are you running, little love?
it's because those voices
there behind me so far away;
those are ghosts
haunting me.
the ghosts of who i
used to be.

replayearly morning thoughts of morphine and numbness set my day up for greatness, dragging tired bones out of bed and falling into the bubbly bubble bathtubs to soak in dried blood. i let myself sink into the warmth and try to ignore the stinging of my idiocy the morning after, the kind of morning after a pill can't take away. i wait there for something i will never meet and let my eyes see a different reality, as if they're closing, even though they're open and wide awake. there are stars and hearts and pink elephants playing in patches of flowers and golden sand; and i become happy.
when the glass goes away and my walls crash down, i see reality as it is, and it's filled with medicated tablets and blood and the sound of guns crackling through the wind; through me, a trigger being pulled so delicately. i cant help but gravitate to the noises that charm a forbidden attraction for it reminds me of powered perfume & mornings like these, sun peaking out from it's cozy sleep when i have had

ribbons [#21]( ribb o ns )
She pulls her fingers through his hair and catches the occasional knot that makes him jerk underneath her from the pinches of pain, in which she giggles in response and apologizes in a light-hearted, meaningless manner and continues to pull at the silver strands she has her hands on.
"Milady, is this really ne—"
She cuts him off before he can speak again and takes her protruding fingers from his hair and leans her chin onto her shoulder and hums happily. He can feel her nodding with content and knows now he’s stuck with this persistent child and her doltish games, giving a sigh in response as she pulls away now. He feels her hands push back into his hair and tug playfully, though it only causes another fervent tug that makes him sigh with displeasure.
“Kevin’s hair has so many tangles! You really have to take better care of it!” She scolds, though her tone is playful and he knows she’s close to laughter.
He tilts his head

machinegunnerSally Caverly becomes a different person.
She loses herself to death and gore and the end of the world, and she hardens without a single doubt. Outwardly, there are no traces of the Sally she used to be—no nervously fumbling fingers or constant stutters that clog up the words in her throat. There are no little smiles and there is no longing inside her to become familiar with those around her. Her bones no longer ache for human contact and she no longer strives to emerge from her once teetering shell.
She realizes now what she failed to recognize before. Even with her prodigy intelligence, she never did recognize what was right in front of her the whole time, lurking behind her selfish aspirations of becoming something beautiful—she never recognized that she was meant to only be her own friend. She was meant to simply live in solitude and accept that she was to keep to herself without the touch of another soul, without the words slipping from another mouth.
Sally doesn

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- Florence
- Lily
Fruitpip = I, 12
Florence = E, 18
Lily = L, 10
Rotation order: Florence, Fruitpip, and Lily

1) Your character has a very weird dream that involves them having a good time with someone they absolutely hate! What does the dream entail and what would happen if the other person ever found out about the dream?
It wasn't uncommon for Florence to be in such a wretched mood, though after waking from a completely repulsive dream, her mood seemed to be more sour than usual. While she would usually be out frolicking about in Sector Four, showing everybody that pretty little smile of hers and bringing more men into her her noxious trap, she decided to lock herself tight in her apartment for the day. Every so often she would glance over to the hall of the small apartment eyes narrowing uncomfortably before looking back at her toes.
Honestly, what was she doing, going and having such a stupid dre

rq drabble: AlterThou63The shock had only been evident for a few moments before the excitement sunk in, Delila's eyes ablaze with content as she gazed down at the small letter left in her quarters.
The letter she found resting in her flower bed was neatly pressed and sealed with a sophisticated stamp that she tore through with little to no hesitance, humming with delight as she slipped the dainty slip of paper from it's home. She let the envelope fall and crumple to the ground, instead scanning the words printed perfectly on the letter with a bright smile. As she delved further down into the letter, she saw now that it was an invitation of sorts. Not an invitation from just anybody, however, but from the one person she wanted dearly to be friends with.
It made sense now, why the invitation was stashed away so precisely; so gingerly in the envelope. It's sender was none other but Yusra, the librarian she never really got to acquaint herself with. Well, she had definitely tried, so to speak. She had made sever

ephermalShe says her birthday was a few weeks ago.
She tells him after the fact, of course, and it irks him and he tells her that—in which she responds by snapping at him that it doesn’t matter. He snaps back and they bicker for a while, and eventually her voice raises and she grabs the vase by her side and she throws it at him with such force that when it slams into his chest the fragility of the china shatters against him and he goes silent before scolding her with a loud voice. He even curses at her and she smiles at that and isn’t screaming anymore because she’s laughing and he stops with his empty reprimanding and picks up the glass with grumbles underneath his breath.

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The next day comes and he walks into her room with a sour look on his face. He hasn’t forgiven her for her misbehavior and she knows it, giving him a wry smile as she dares to wave sheepishly with the wi

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Issiacca's voice rang through the house with clear annoyance as Anne grinned to herself, her petite lips curled into a smile as she quickly bounded to where her cousin sat on the couch. Her blue hair was in a mess around her face—stray strands sticking from every which where, her eyes widened with a combination of disgust and alarm as she stared into the bag of chips she once held. What she found inside the bag was not her delectable potato chips, however, but a large heap of assorted vegetables that pressed together tightly inside of the wrinkled bag. Anne could barely contain her laughter from behi

rq drabble: BunBunHimeShe knew this would be her only opportunity to try and escape his clutches of brutality.

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rq drabble: HeartOfFireSoulOfIceThe relief was only present before the moment the unsteadiness settled back in.

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rq drabble: Nyantawn

by =peachyvomit, Jan 28, 2013, 10:55:35 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

She never really knew what attracted her so fervently to the outside world.

There was so much beauty she saw in everything around her. Savora would often find herself wandering off into the depths of the forest and finding solace in the trees and the freshness of the air all around her. The gentle dribble of the creak that caressed the rocks smoothly and produced such a serene noise that it could enchant anybody's soul. What people didn't realize was how beautiful the world around them was, with the crisp greens and oranges of the Earth. They lacked appreciation and that was their ignorance, and Savora knew that.

Training had admittedly worn her out on this particular day, though she had only been working for a few hours. It was longer than usual, she supposed, as she would have dozed off earlier. It was a bit aloof of her to waste away her valuable training time sleeping underneath the shade of the crisp autumn leaves, and no matter how many times she told herself she would train straight through the day, she always found herself dozing off underneath whatever tree was closest. She was beginning to stray towards one tree constantly, however, finding the most comfort in it. Perhaps it was the familiarity of simply being there everyday, knowing the coarse feel of the trunk against her back and the way she could rest her head on it just perfectly.

She didn't know.

Savora lowered herself down to the ground with a barely audible sigh, her eyes automatically fluttering closed. She stayed this way for a few minutes, not falling into the clutches of sleep, but resting peacefully. It was becoming dark and she knew the vast shadows of the night would aid her in her sleep, and so she waited. It was only when a few more minutes past she felt the droplettes of rain speckling onto her face, her coral hues fluttering open with both alarm and adoration. Instead of fleeing to find somewhere dry to rest, she simply stayed underneath the weeping sky— slender arms extending to feel the drops kiss against her skin.

She welcomes the rain with open arms.

"You'll catch a cold, you know..."

A familiar voice ignited her senses and she turned to meet the voice that beckoned to her, broken from her serene trance. She already knew who the voice belonged to before she tilted her head to look at him— gaze landing on the white-haired man who stood just a bit away from her. His expression was blatant as always, though his eyebrows were cocked upward, as if he was amused by the fact she was casually allowing the rain to soak into her. It was light and gentle, however, so she saw no problems with it. Even if it was raining hard, it would mean to nothing to her. She welcomed all aspects of nature without a speck of hesitance.

"It's an autumn sprinkle," She mumbled, her voice above a hoarse whisper, "I'm not going to die from sitting through it."

"I didn't say you were going to die," He responded back to her quickly, walking closer to her. The Earth underneath him became damp with the rain and the bottoms of his shoes made an odd popping noise each time his feet would meet the soil once again, finally standing over the blue-haired female, "I said you could catch a cold."

Savora's brows furrowed in defiance and she crossed her hands over chest, obviously not buying into his words. She couldn't count how many times she had stayed out in the rain and fell asleep to the sound and feeling of the droplettes of water falling down from the sky, as if the times were endless. It was almost as though the nature welcomed her as much as she welcomed it— and therefore didn't make her sickly. She sighed a little and shook her head, her eyes not leaving his frame that now hovered over her.

"A cold won't do anything to me, anyway. I can easily get over it and I wouldn't have to stop training if I did get one. People who are tied down by something as trivial as a cold are weak."

By the way his face twisted she could almost see the smile underneath his mask. She knew he could see right through her 'cold and distant' presentation. He leaned over a little to the point where he was a little too close for comfort, his face lingering near her own as he checked her up close.

"It's not as though you spend much time training anyway," He trilled, and Savora knew now he was definitely smiling underneath that cloth. Why he— "You always spend your time dozing off underneath this tree."

Savora's lips curled into a frown and her eyes hardened. How did he even know that? She knew that he sometimes watched her train when she was up and on her two feet actively, but he couldn't followed her into the woods. She would have heard him if he did, as she was far too in tune with her surroundings for him to be able to slip past her acute senses. Her fingers curled into her palms and her lips parted to speak in her defense, roseate colored eyes alert.

He spoke before her, though, knowing she was about to let lose on a tangent.

"I suppose I want to find out what's so good about this tree. And getting soaked in the rain."

He was so casual about it—crouching down to sit against the tree himself. He stared off into the open terrain for a few moments and Savora couldn't capture what that look on his face was. It was blatant and void of emotion, a contrast to the look of pure amusement only a few moments ago. It was only when he looked back at her he almost looked intrigued.

"It's fairly..."

The rain suddenly stopped it's timid falling and in just a few split-seconds started to pour down on the two of them, Savora's eyes widening slightly. She hadn't felt rain like this in such a long time that it almost felt like a blessing, unable to help the smile tilt onto her lips. Kakashi looked a bit taken back by her inappropriately blissful expression, as the rain was coarse and borderline uncomfortable.

The blue haired girl tilted her head away from the man, allowing her eyelids to flutter shut once more. The feeling was too nice to resist, her lips still curved into a gentle smile. She could feel his body still near and still sitting next to her, even through the rainfall.

"You should get going if you don't want to catch a cold," She chimed softly, though she still peered down at the ground through half-lidded eyes, "Since you're so worried about it."

"I still haven't found out what's so good about being in... in this." He spoke calmly though his tone was a blatant cross between confused and exasperated, already finding himself uncomfortably cold at the hands of the pouring rain. His clothes were soaked through and his hair was definitely drenched—and he saw with the flicker of his eye she didn't seem to be shivering at all. As if she was resting in front of a fire, so comfortable and at peace.

"I'll stay until I find out."

Savora's eyes opened briefly and she tilted her head towards him, smile ever-lasting on her lips. "Whatever you say."

When the next day came, Kakashi awoke with an inevitable cold only to see that Savora had once again managed to get away perfectly healthy.

He never found out what was so good about dozing off in the midst of pouring rain.

rq drabble: Nyantawnby =peachyvomit

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

ye written for a qt

what is a naruto gomens if kakashi is all funky

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*DawnsPandapants Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is interesting! ^3^

=peachyvomit Jan 29, 2013

I'm glad you think so!

*Nyantawn Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

_{OH MAII GAWDDDDD!!!!! This is so awesome! You captured Savora so ^Perfectly I just want to kiss you! That would be a little creepy though /shot .

Ah its no problem that you couldn't do my first one I really adore this one

I really cannot thank you enough for doing this for me and it turned out so great! I just love your writing You shouldn't have been nervous at all you did great :3}