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Be the Weird Writer
Name: Acanoi Ehavan
Age: 7 Sweeps (Approx 15 human years)
Blood Color: Ochre/Yellow
Trollian Handle: temporalAuthor
Interests: Literature, Spunky Time Travellers, Writing Fanfiction
Strife Specibus: Flamethrowerkind
God Tier: Mage of Time
Medium Planet: Land of Flow & Infinity
Quirk: Perfect grammar and syntax throughout, but tends to switch letters for other symbols when talking to those he knows well enough: FØr ЄϪѦɱplЄ, hЄ fǂnd§ ǂt c∞l tØ Ʊ§Є ɋƱǂrкӋ chѦrѦctЄr§, lǂкЄ §Ø. The amount of quirkiness also depends on the formality of the situation: certain characters may not have the quirk applied to them if it's deemed inappropriate for the situation. He also tends to ramble on occasion, more-so when either trying to impress someone, or when something has coined his interest.
Bio: Acanoi is a withdrawn individual, spending most, if not all o
Infinite: Chapter 2 (Sequel to Eternal: SPOILERS)
It was only seven in the morning, but already the sun's heat was being injected into the City. The golden glow of the morning was still present, the sun slowly crawling up higher in the blue sky. The streets were slowly filling with people on their morning commutes, and traffic was beginning to spring up on the road: a normal day, by anyone's standards. Except for one person: the girl with sandy blonde hair, running down the street.
Alanna had been running through the City's streets for about an hour or so now, and was beginning to feel the effects of it: breathing was becoming harder, and her entire body ached. But she wasn't there yet; the morning Protector patrol started closer to the City's centre. And the jacket she wore over her clothing didn't help, either. She was dressed for survival, which wasn't exactly ideal summer fashion.
A slight breeze was blowing, causing the unzipped jacket she wore to flap around. Alanna groaned in frustration, and stopped for a moment outside a ca
Infinite: Chapter 1 (Sequel to Eternal: SPOILERS)
This is an official notice from the City's central government. If this notice has been sent to you, we believe you may have vital information regarding the destruction of the Protector training camp on the west side of the City. It is imperative that you immediately report all information you may have to the nearest Protector station; do not withhold any information, as it will come with consequences.
The event in question involves the destruction of the western Protector training camp: sources believe that a high-power explosive was used to obliterate one of the patrol hovercraft, which crashed into the camp, leaving no surviving Protectors. It is believed that a group of around ten individuals is responsible for this crime against the City. However, it is unknown whether or not any of them are still alive, or their current location. Your providing information will help serve justice to these heinous criminals, and ensure that the City remains a tranquil utopia for the remainder
Eternal: Chapter 4
Erynn crawled past a destroyed car, avoiding the steady flow of the fuel that was leaking from it. The whole street was now a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Erynn looked ahead. There was still a long way to get to the other side of the street; to safety. She had lost sight of Alex as well; he had run off too quickly.
The deafening roar of gunfire filled the air again, and Erynn crawled into one of the wreckages, avoiding the spray of bullets that was gradually getting closer to her. She had to get out of there soon; they would gun her down before they would blow themselves up. The gunfire stopped, and Erynn crawled out from her hiding place. The road around her was now covered by a puddle of fuel. There wasn't much time now until the Protectors hit it, and everything blew up. Panic began to fill Erynn's being, and she took deep breaths as she swiftly moved down the street, stopping at a barricade of buses. She looked around the area, searching for a way through, but was rewarde
Eternal: Chapter 3
Erynn blinked slowly as her vision returned to her. Her head pounded, and the sun was shining too brightly for her preferences. She wiped her blue eyes, and everything came into view. She was laying on a grey road, heated up by the hot summer sun. To her right was a large clear river, the sound of the water flowing splashing in her ears, suddenly making her feel very thirsty. Erynn's throat was painfully dry; she was dehydrated. She tried to stand up, ignoring the pounding in her head as best she could, and looked at the river. She immediately recognised it as the canal that surrounded the City; acting like a moat. She looked along the length of the river, to the other side, where a massive wall met her gaze. The City was on the other side. Erynn's heart sank as the realisation of her situation dawned on her. She had been caught by the Protectors, and taken to the Training Grounds, just like Erika had said. But why? She had never done anything rebellious, and neither had her parents. I
Eternal: Chapter 2
Alex was disturbed by the familiar sound of his telephone ringing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and slid the book case out of the way of his hideout. He climbed out of the small space, and walked across the bedroom to the telephone. He picked up the communication device, and spoke.
"Hey, Alex. It's Benjie." A slight smile appeared on Alex's face. Getting a call from Benjie meant that the Training Session was over.
"Benjie, I assume you're calling to say that I can leave my house without getting shot?"
"Correct," A light chuckle escaped Alex's lips. He was safe once more. "But don't celebrate just yet. We've got some bad news. Head to the Motherboard as soon as you can; this is urgent." Benjie's voice was replaced with the static dial tone, and Alex placed the phone back.
This was confusing. Benjie had just said that the Protectors had finished their Training Session for this month, but there was bad news? Alex shook his head, and pulled his boots out from under his bed, slipp
Eternal: Chapter 1
Erynn sat at her desk, twirling her blonde hair with one hand, and flipping through the pages of her notebook with the other, all whilst pretending to listen to her class teacher ramble on about a subject that she covered several months ago, and had received the best grade in the class to prove her knowledge. She flipped to the back of her book, and found her doodle page, full of scribbles that depicted Erynn's every day life. She looked at her most recent one; her, with her mother and father outside of one of the City's central buildings. It was her all time favourite place; the magnificent buildings gave a sense of grandeur, and the various shops always had exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it. The only thing she didn't like about the City's centre was the constant presence of the abundant Protectors. They constantly watched her every move, and those who weren't wearing facial masks always glared at everyone, as if all of humanity was the world's largest criminal. She personal
Once upon a time, the planet was a thing of beauty. Vibrant forests filled the land, and the oceans shimmered a wonderful blue. And all across the earth, life could be found. Be it a tiny insect, like a honeybee, or a massive lion, the world was filled with all sorts of creatures imaginable, some not yet discovered. And people lived on the fertile planet, populating the many landmasses. They began to use the planet's resources to build shelters, which grew into communities over time. These communities started off very small, with less than a dozen houses in the largest communities.
These communities flourished into villages, then towns, and eventually, massive cities with shimmering skyscrapers that pierced the skies. And all the while, technology evolved. Small wooden carts evolved into speeding trains that could go faster than a bullet; trading of valuable objects developed into currency; and amputating body parts plagued by illness turned into tablets that could cure any ailment.
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More