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Eremitul Dezamăgirea îl scufundă,îi pleacă capul într-un abis amețitor chiar și pentru cei mai de seamă eremiți.Și din negura privirii sale acum inițiate întru răutate iese la iveală scopul pentru care a îndurat veșnicia.Nu o privește în față,nu o acceptă în tăcere ci iși strigă lăuntrul să-l doboare.Se macină sufletește cum de nu îndrăznește fie să-i fie curmată suflarea,fie să curme la rândul său viata,pulsul său nemernic ce trage după sine o afinitate pentru o viață pe care nu o înțelege.Dar știe prea-bine ce ține de existentă,poate prea multe pentru a o transmuta aidoma ființei sale.Și își pleacă înca o dată privirea pentru care a plivit rădăcina estetică în lume,înlăuntrul arhaic al suflet
godlike us ! With every generation that is so lost one must rise in order to restore Christianity to the archaic believes they need to discharge their hate upon thee,the one,myself.Purpose,a strong word that has to initiate others yet so fragile in our grasp as long as it has 'augen und ohr' that can't be denied.And yet so addictive to me even to cross boundaries of the heart between life continuum and a presence delayed in time,either past or future,never in an actual time of an existence that has conquered both under such consequences the Gods turned to stone in their wrath against the one that stood his ground.Earth has come forward to allow existence to develop itself beyond boundaries of the acknowledged since man dared to envision his reality on the icy walls of Altamira or Niaux in his search to a rich prey.Art is the expression of an early thirst that can't rely on a sole reality rather than the whole expectation of what may occur in reality.To seize the moment,has turned reality into
DevotionOpen wide societies are just a deliberate counterfeit of a reality that can provide the daily existence.Hence,there is a duality in an existence that believes in its freedom versus a freedom that believes in its existence.It has been proved that reality consists of both.Communism has its root in a non-sense value of the human life yet possible given the circumstances of a daily life based on a working factor that can provide the needs of a plant.Literally,communism was a vegetable factory.Quite true given the fact that you should have waken up by five in the morning for your glass of milk.The existence had once again a provider which was undeniable strong in numbers and weakened by the voice of quantification.Quality was reduced to silence yet money gave an opportunity for those wanting to see more that just figures,values.And values that utter your inner self communion with the universe they live in,the questions that drive mankind towards a resolution that complies with the laws of p
the DelayedTime in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you
the Edge The cutthroats of corpses rushed at the human pile which lay stinking into a pit at the edge of a wall on which their women began weeping.The wall set out the consciousness of other human chaff that had found a brutal way to make fun of existence.Here, on this side thronging to satisfy their hunger with meat scraps and swill that the workers put in the service of the State religion of what was left of their humanity,were throwing those whom they called the unclean.Looking at each of these from up top they seal a pity you will find among those labelled as well as sub-humans.With a habitus that they kept sacred to satisfy the hubris of a sub-species of people that can't be put at work,they were the memorial that needed to be fed to maintain a social balance between good and evil, notions needed to any punitive society that wants from the ruling class,civil rights,they regarded,ravenously on the hunk of meat they were thrown over the wall of lamentations.On the other side of the wal
Timing angels The first sparks of light in the universe have been called Angels.They may travel in and out the world of today, but extinct.Their rightful place in the universe is the life they lit.They are always in constant search of the nature they've broken from,which beckons beyond space and time and without which their own existence would not glimmer in the hope of a future life.An Angel's life is consumed in the light and finds at the end of its existence always his way home.Through the dark, time is running without a clear opposition, it can be said that only the light measures time and the time of an angel comes out into the light.So there are angels who seek a reflection of their lost nature in people.When they found their own image in one of us they pass into oblivion the life which has made possible their knowledge.Life always breaks from a time during which he hosted it, fragments, memories, depositing hours as snails deposit time in shells.They remain in their wake while time anch
Intru intuneric Distanţa dintre idea de alienare şi emoţia care a generat-o se regăseşte la semi-zei în paralelismul ombilical dintre făt şi pântecul purtător.Simetria dintre naturile atât divine şi umane stă în nevoia primară de a se hrăni,proprietate a celulei ce şi-a însuşit diviziunea ca mod de a genera lumină la semi-zei pe de o parte şi de a razbate la lumină ca un adevăr de cealaltă parte a naturii.Dar se uită atât de repede dorinţa ce a generat viaţa să se dividă,să se rupă de un instinct ce domină orice celulă sa se conserve şi să-şi însuşească propria temporalitate pentru a găsi în sine imaginea pe care va trebui să o transmită mai departe.Această imagine este un construct spaţio-temporal ajuns la maturitate şi astfel epuizat.El va trece mai depar
Transarea carnii Tăietorii de cadavre se repeziră la grămada umană ce zăcea împuţită într-o groapă la marginea unui zid pe care femeile îi spuseseră,al plânsului.Zidul delimita pe cei cu conştiinţă de cealaltă pleavă umană care găsise un mod brutal de a-şi bate joc de existenţă.Aici,de această parte se îmbulzeau pentru a-şi satisface foamea cu lături şi resturi de carne pe care cei puşi în slujba religiei de stat le aruncau celor pe care îi numeau nespălaţi.Dezgustători la înfăţişare fiecare purta pecetea unui păcat ce îl individualiza printre cei asemenea etichetaţi drept sub oameni.Cu apucături ce ţinteau să le satisfacă orgoliul că reprezintă o sub-specie de oameni pe care nu poţi să o pui la lucru ci doar să o hrăneşti pentru a
Calcul ingeresc Primele scântei de lumină în univers s-au numit îngeri.Ei mai călătoresc si astăzi,dar stinşi.Locul lor de drept în univers este viaţa pe care o aprind.Sunt întotdeauna în continuă cautare a naturii din care s-au rupt,care-i cheamă de dincolo de spaţiu şi timp fără de care propria existenţă nu ar întrezări speranţa unei vieţi viitoare.Viaţa unui înger se consumă în lumină şi îşi găseşte la sfârşitul existenţei sale întotdeauna drumul spre casă.Prin întuneric,timpul se scurge fără o opoziţie clară,se poate spune că doar lumina măsoară timpul iar timpul unui înger se scurge în lumină.Prin urmare sunt îngeri care îşi cauta reflexia obârşiei lor în oameni.In momentul în care î
Hanji's Potion - Levi x Kitty!Reader [Short]
"Come down now!"
"Brat, come down! You will fall!"
Levi was walking on the yard, trying to relax himself from the stress that Hanji's experiments gived to him. But in that moment... another problem that he have to deal with.
"What's happening?" Levi spoke to his squad, that was under a tree, looking up to a tree branch.
"It's (f/n)! Hanji was testing on me a potion, but (f/n) suddenly entered the room and poured over her the potion!" Eren explained, worried. Levi looked angrily at Hanji, who was apologizing herself.
"Well, you have to fix this inmediatly. In three days we will have a new expedition, so FIX IT!"
"O-okay, shorty!" Hanji smiled a little terrified. Eren sighed and looked again up. Petra and Auruo did the same, as Erd and Gunther ran to the castle, searching their 3DMG.
"Now, how is she supposed to be down here?" Petra whispered. Eren looked at Levi. Auruo 'tch-ed', and looked at Levi too. Hanji did the same, and hugged herself in search of protection. "She d
Latin ,eh? (LuciferxReader)Original Imagine: Look in the Description please.
Name: Latin, eh?
Character: Lucifer x Reader
Warnings: mild swearing
(Y/N) ..First Name // (N/N) ..Nickname
You narrowed your eyes a bit, staring at the small laptop-monitor in front of you in displeasure. You made a quick glance on your watch before you let out a resigned sigh and tried to focus on your work again. It was already 11pm but you had to finish your homework until tomorrow in order not to fail Latin class.
You didn't even know why you had to learn Latin…it was a dead language after all. But your teacher insisted on getting three full translated pages of ancient texts until the following day. Not that you would've had time since three weeks and just waited until the last day...
However you tried to ignore the fact that it was your own fault that you had to work through the night now. You translated two and a half pages so far, so you were o
Rq: Sweetness - Vampire!Eren x Reader [Modern AU!]
I held the Hershey's bar, and left the groceries shop. It was a rainy and dark day, so I ran to the park, that was two blocks near to the shop. When I got in the park, I sat on the pale grass, and started to ate the Hershey's bar. It was delicious, like ever. Oh! I forgot! I'm a sweets addict, so anything that it's sweet, I love it.
And I loved the Hershey's bar.
However, the rain was getting harder, so I standed up and walked to my house. The twon were I live is really damn small, and it's near to a forest, so I walked fast as ever. Near to a alleyway, I stopped, because I started to run, and my legs hurted. My hed was exploding, and my eyes were closing because I was tired. And then, I looked at my right side.
An alleway. It was dark, like the park, and the rain didn't helped much the sense of horror that I felt when I saw that guy. That guy. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Let me explain: usually, in that alleyway, some of my nerd clas
Ticci Toby x Reader || Waffles vs. Ice Cream
___ ~ your name
You watched as the waffle lover gobbled up all the waffles in one bite.
“Fatass” you murmured under your breath.
Toby stopped eating and looked at you, managing to pull off a glare.
“Says the one who always eats ice cream in their room 24/7” he yelled.
“Hey ice cream is better than waffles!!”
“Did I just hear what I think you just said?”
You smirked at the thought of making him mad. Oh what fun could that be.
“You heard me boy, Ice Cream is better than waffles are you death or something!!?” you shouted.
Toby stood up and tackled you on the floor, managing to tickle you so you would say Waffles are better than Ice cream.
“Say it __ Say it”
“No please *laugh* I will *laugh* never”
“I guess you like it the hard way” he smirked.
He ran his fingers up to your neck and started tickling you their.
“You monster!!” you laughed.
“All you got to do is say Waffles is be
Ice Cream - Eren x Reader [PoleDancerAU!]
A.N.: People usually confuse the 'pole' like the... um... cabaret thing? But here is a sport. And it's real. There are real championships around all the world. The current Best Pole Dancer's name is Felipe Mendoza, SEARCH IT ON GOOGLE! Or in DuckDuckGo.com (?) However, enjoy the fanfiction thingy thing!
"HEYYYYYYYY!!!!" (f/n) yelled though the gym room. All the people there turned their heads around to see the (height) girl with her hands around her mouth, in a try to amplificate her shout to them:
"What happened?" Armin asked, with a worry tone. (f/n) grinned, and Connie gasped at the other side of the room: "It can't be good, man"
"NO! Connie, we have a new integrant here in the Studio!"
Gasps and emotioned dialogues started to sound all over the room. Like 'is a she or a he?', or 'in what level is that person?'
"Okay, questions can wait. Now, we have to celebrate this! He might be here in... twenty minutes? And I want to have a party here in the Studio!" (f/n) clapp
RQ #3: Gold X Bullied Reader-His Beauty
A girl wearing big black framed glasses walked down the halls tying to ignore peoples remarks.
The girl's name was (name). Under the glasses and her clothing she was the most prettiest girl in the whole school. All the girls in the school were jealous of her beauty. They bullied her out of jealousy. After a month everyone in the school started to bully her.
(name) ignored all the remarks. She walked to her first period which was art. She was the best artist in class and the teacher loved her. Her bullies started to throw paper at her while Ms. Firestone (i don't know) was teaching everyone how to shade and crap.
Once the bell rang she ran out of class to go eat lunch until she crashed into someone which caused her fake glasses to come off and her hair to come out of the weak ponytail.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Nah it's okay," the boy replied.
The girl examined the boy. He had raven black hair and beautiful golden eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Pokemon Boyfriend Scenarios-His Fangirls
"KYAAAAAA!!! IT'S REEEEEED!" The fangirls screamed.
You and Red were just walking around the mall food court eating some french fries and tacos. All of a sudden you guys heard a loud screech only to see Red's fangirls. They rushed over to you trying to grab red while you just sat there taking a bite of your taco.
"STAP!" I yelled.
"Hana???" you and Red looked confused at why I was here.
"Fangirls! Red is taken by this fabulous lady," I said while pointing at you.
“NO!!!! RED IS OURS!” they hissed at me.
“I got pictures to prove Red is taken! Here’s one where they shared their first kiss~ Here’s another where they are holding hands, and here’s them feeding each other!” I screamed at them while having a nosebleed. “SPARKS USE THUNDER ON THE FANGIRLS!”
They ran away scared.
“Hana why are you here??” Red asked.
I looked at Red for a minute and wiped up my nosebleed with a napkin. “Mom told me to giv
Jeff the Killer x Reader - Island Trapped - 3
Chapter 3 – ...and reigns this ship.“
I've been awoken by sharp, irritating noise. Squeezing my eyes, I covered my head with a pillow. It didn't help. Groaning in annoyance, I sat up, narrowing my eyes. Jera was sitting on her bed, holding a katana and sharping it with a whetstone.
„What are y— no, no, no“, I rose my finger, „We'll go like this-- First: .... what time is it?“
„12:07“, Jera said, not rising her gaze from the long sword. At first I was amazed at how long I managed to sleep, but then frowned. Hm.... strange. Usually she'd say something stupid along with it, like: 'You missed the breakfast, but don't worry. I ate it for you.' And then laugh afterwards, but she was perfectly serious right now.
„Oookay...? So what's going on? Why are you sharping the sword?“
She didn't answer right away. It was like she didn't hear me at all. Just as I was about to ask her again, she did something scary; in on
[Red x Reader] It only took one snowball
It only took one snowball
“Hey Red have you ever felt lonely?”
You held onto the fence like divider that separated the snowy forest and the cave. Some ice type pokémon were wandering around and others were scaring some trainers passing by. You smiled at their attempts to “play” with the trainers. The unsuspecting trainer didn’t expect a pokémon to walk right up to them. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a warm hand rest on yours.
“No I haven’t” he whispered.
You looked up at him surprisingly before looking back at the forest. The last time he spoke to you was last week.
‘It’s rare to hear his voice’ you mused.
You took one more glance at the forest before turning to face Red. He was still looking at the snow covered trees, lost in thought. He was thinking about the past.
His proud eleven year old self stepped out of the cozy small house to begin a journey to become a pokémon master. I
To My Muse I want to write about you, I want to write how only I know you when I have you besides me in sleepless nights together in worship;there I have you and find my perfect love.Your perfume reveals our love beyond your moist skin and carries me with you in the night longing for fulfillment. And when you say to me goodbye in the morning I remain alone fainting away under your sight,carrying you beyond this world in a self too in love with you.
Around you my breath deepens. You're a muse too good for my lucid inspiration.You whisper your love to me, that you want me much more for yourself. How much longer can I break from me? Give me time to grow up to you to become an anybody. Let me be yours forever in the world's vanity, it's my dream that looks like madness.To love you more than myself, to stand in my might to forget you whenever you want me any good.Between our love stands an I that is lost when you caress of me with your look.Now I can be anyone, I can
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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