With perfect air and perfect grace,
He owns the world and rules it.
With ancient eyes and an unblemished face,
Your life is to his credit.
Worshipped by girls and envied by boys,
He's everyone's dream, fantasy, nightmare.
He'll play with your minds, treat them like toys,
He's you, he's them, he's us, everywhere.
Few disrespect him, many despise him,
He knows what is right, he knows you are wrong,
He can shape and change your thoughts on a whim,
He's present in word, in art, in song.
We're all a part of his righteous ways.
He's cold, he's cruel, he's high, mighty.
Doomed are the ones who block what he says,
For he is one, he's a
It was a peculiar sensation. He was almost certain that he wasn't dreaming, yet he couldn't remember waking up. In fact, he couldn't remember anything at all, save for what felt like an eternity of blissful nothingness. Silence, and darkness: never-ending obscurity, peaceful and sweet, untroubled by any plaguing thoughts or worries. Although the darkness was still there, the silence was gone now. It had slipped away without his realising, and had been replaced by a sudden eruption of noise, blasting through his darkness like firecrackers in the night sky and shattering his peace. Beeps and bleeps, clattering and chattering, creaks, squeaks...
With perfect air and perfect grace,
He owns the world and rules it.
With ancient eyes and an unblemished face,
Your life is to his credit.
Worshipped by girls and envied by boys,
He's everyone's dream, fantasy, nightmare.
He'll play with your minds, treat them like toys,
He's you, he's them, he's us, everywhere.
Few disrespect him, many despise him,
He knows what is right, he knows you are wrong,
He can shape and change your thoughts on a whim,
He's present in word, in art, in song.
We're all a part of his righteous ways.
He's cold, he's cruel, he's high, mighty.
Doomed are the ones who block what he says,
For he is one, he's a
It was a peculiar sensation. He was almost certain that he wasn't dreaming, yet he couldn't remember waking up. In fact, he couldn't remember anything at all, save for what felt like an eternity of blissful nothingness. Silence, and darkness: never-ending obscurity, peaceful and sweet, untroubled by any plaguing thoughts or worries. Although the darkness was still there, the silence was gone now. It had slipped away without his realising, and had been replaced by a sudden eruption of noise, blasting through his darkness like firecrackers in the night sky and shattering his peace. Beeps and bleeps, clattering and chattering, creaks, squeaks...
I'm a lass called Mared From the land of Wales Where we suffer from violent Rains, winds and hail.
We're famed for our lamb Which graze on our land. Don't go near Sunny Rhyl; Someone's pissed on the sand.
We love to sing, To recite and dance. However, we somehow got ourselves Banned from France.
Our language is so beautiful, It'll make you weep, But apparently we tend to Shag our own sheep.
We love to farm It's what we do! However, our fields Are filled with poo.
Our towns and villages Are cheery and small But don't come to my town; We've vandalized the town hall.
Daffodils and leeks Are the things we cherish Don't touch them, bitches, Or you will perish.
Our accent is unique It's an accent we all have! Except for those foreigners And those bloody chavs.
Lord, we love St. David! He stood on a mound of grass So we could hear him preach And view his lovely ass.
We're proud of our dragon Which stands tall and red So fuck you, England, Your dragon is dead!
So come along To our land so pretty! But to be honest It's also quite shitty.
Current Residence: Uranus, but only on Tuesdays. deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small. Favourite genre of music: Alternative. Operating System: Windows. MP3 player of choice: Buried in the garden. Seriously. Shell of choice: Turtle. Wallpaper of choice: The kind that doesn't fall down on me while I'm asleep. Skin of choice: Tanned. Favourite cartoon character: Roy Mustang. Personal Quote: Nid fy mhorn i yw hwn.
Favourite Movies
Titanic, Spirited Away, Easy A, Brokeback Mountain.
Whoops. I completely forgot about my DeviantART account. Mind you, did anyone actually notice I was gone? Wahah! To celebrate my return, I shall do a meme.
The rules:
:pointr: Post 9 facts about your character.
:pointr: Tag 8 other characters.
:pointr: Post their names with their creators avatars.
:pointr: You can tag me again.
Seraphina Viscen.
1 - Although she is now a demon in Hell, Seraphina used to be an Archangel. Back then, the Archangels had seven continentes to watch over. Seraphina's continent was North America.
2 - She's the only fallen angel in existence.
3 - Her first name means 'burning ones', which suits her fiery natu
B R I T I S H
[X] Drink a lot of tea.
[X] You know what a brolly is.
[ ] Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.
[ ] You wanted Ben to win Factor.
[X] You use the word "bugger"
[ ] Fish and Chips are yummy.
[ ] You can eat a Full English Breakfast.
[X] You dislike emos almost as much as you dislike chavs.
[X] It's football... not soccer.
Total: 5
A U S T R A L I A N
[ ] You wear flip flops all year.
[ ] You call flip flops "thongs", not flip flops.
[ ] You love a backyard Barbie.
[X] You know a Barbie is not a doll.
[ ] You love the beach.
[X] Sometimes you swear without realizing.
[ ] You're a sports fanatic
[ ] You are
This is the only thing I do on dA these days. Poor dA. Don't worry, you're not the only website I'm abandoning at the moment. Gaia and YouTube are also being ignored, as well as FanFiction (but that place has been destroyed by OMGKAWAIIDESU girls).
Write out the names of your characters and explain:
1) How you thought of their name.
2) What made you create the character in the first place.
3) How the character has changed over time.
4) Any random fun facts about that character.
Karashi Rees-Jarrett.
1) Oh, Karashi. Now, Karashi is, I suppose, my first 'original character'. Sort of. I stole his first name and appearance from Naruto at f
…It’s bonus cookie day again! Thanks so much for the on Naiad Louise… [link] There are more Mermaids and such in the works , just in case you were wondering, so I hope you don’t get sick of them, sweetie… ~Ellen
By the way, Mared… I'd be interested to know how you found my artwork, if you remember... Was it just random browsing, or part of a group, or in someone else's faves? Or maybe you've come to visit me before and I just don't recognize your username/avatar yet?... Just curious