Those Cold November Winds- Reader x Morgo/Mr Voice by HTFlover013, literature
Literature
Those Cold November Winds- Reader x Morgo/Mr Voice
He'd always had such a strange way with the world. Your first known memory, at the tender age of eight, had been the morning he tumbled into your room with a battered and soggy box in his arms, spilling himself onto the bed with a giggled apology and three startled frogs, all four blinking at you sheepishly in the dim sunlight. You had been set to rage, to ban him from your room until he was well into his 40's, but then... He smiled. And you felt your lips soften too, drawn in by how easily such moments brought him joy. How simple it was for him to forget the misfortunes around him. Even as you felt the air draw thin, felt the house tremble from the first tremors of your parents' daily arguments, you both smiled. Safe on the little island of his innocence, of his endless joy for life. He assumed he was untouchable, that you would share every morning. And despite everything, you allowed yourself to believe it too. The accident came as a shock to everyone. Well. Anyone who hadn't
There is a city inside your head by HTFlover013, literature
Literature
There is a city inside your head
There is a city inside your head And every day New footsteps tread the cobblestones There is a city inside your head And every day A new voice laughs into the cacophony There is a city inside your head And every day A new story appears to be unravelled A new monument erects in the square A new river of lights can be seen from above There is a city inside your head And every day You are asked to ignore the roar of the traffic the rush of the crowd the stench of the bystreets the pound of the pavements the blaze of the lights There is a city inside your head And yet Every day You are told “Focus on me” You are told “You never listen” You are told “You just don’t try” You are told “There can’t be a city For in my head There is only a clearing”
Curiouser and curiouser by HTFlover013, literature
Literature
Curiouser and curiouser
"Curiouser and curiouser."
Those were the words that bled from my mouth, unbidden. A small noise of surprise, a hand held to a startled mouth in a futile attempt to hold them back. Curiouser and curiouser indeed! Was my brain casting yet another delusion? A trick of the mind to make myself believe I was her? That I, a foolish mortal with a mind for such tales, was Alice?
It was lies. It was all lies.
Just like my current surroundings must be, for certain!
The bright colours, the unnatural lighting. It was all a twisted game for my mind to control me with. Just a twisted, ironic game.
Oh, but how I yearned to believe it was true.
Words
Is this what you imagined, dear
When you had pictured Wonderland?
The twisted faces, the lying graces.
The laughter escaping from creatures' hands?
They lead you on a twisted dance
Promising merriment, what a lie!
Their real intent is buried deep,
Their only wish is to see you die.
The games they play seem fun at first,
As they lead you on chases among skies blue.
But the sincerest nature is secret, kept hidden.
For the truth itself takes a darker hue.
The tea tastes sweet, or so you think.
Their eyes emplore you, have a taste.
It tastes so good, drink up, drink up!
It only costs your mind, no waste!
And soon that time will co
A Storm's Fury
Silent black clouds engulf the sky
Their presence predicts a storm.
The rain comes slowly at first, gently spattering the earth with cold droplets.
The lightning leaps with deadly accuracy
To hammer the trembling earth.
Meanwhile the thunder makes a great growl
at the scene of chaos below.
The wind howls and tears at the earth
Intent on destroying the landscape
Ah, the sun is peeping over the clouds
It rises and fills up the sky.
The storm is over.
Those Cold November Winds- Reader x Morgo/Mr Voice by HTFlover013, literature
Literature
Those Cold November Winds- Reader x Morgo/Mr Voice
He'd always had such a strange way with the world. Your first known memory, at the tender age of eight, had been the morning he tumbled into your room with a battered and soggy box in his arms, spilling himself onto the bed with a giggled apology and three startled frogs, all four blinking at you sheepishly in the dim sunlight. You had been set to rage, to ban him from your room until he was well into his 40's, but then... He smiled. And you felt your lips soften too, drawn in by how easily such moments brought him joy. How simple it was for him to forget the misfortunes around him. Even as you felt the air draw thin, felt the house tremble from the first tremors of your parents' daily arguments, you both smiled. Safe on the little island of his innocence, of his endless joy for life. He assumed he was untouchable, that you would share every morning. And despite everything, you allowed yourself to believe it too. The accident came as a shock to everyone. Well. Anyone who hadn't
There is a city inside your head by HTFlover013, literature
Literature
There is a city inside your head
There is a city inside your head And every day New footsteps tread the cobblestones There is a city inside your head And every day A new voice laughs into the cacophony There is a city inside your head And every day A new story appears to be unravelled A new monument erects in the square A new river of lights can be seen from above There is a city inside your head And every day You are asked to ignore the roar of the traffic the rush of the crowd the stench of the bystreets the pound of the pavements the blaze of the lights There is a city inside your head And yet Every day You are told “Focus on me” You are told “You never listen” You are told “You just don’t try” You are told “There can’t be a city For in my head There is only a clearing”
Curiouser and curiouser by HTFlover013, literature
Literature
Curiouser and curiouser
"Curiouser and curiouser."
Those were the words that bled from my mouth, unbidden. A small noise of surprise, a hand held to a startled mouth in a futile attempt to hold them back. Curiouser and curiouser indeed! Was my brain casting yet another delusion? A trick of the mind to make myself believe I was her? That I, a foolish mortal with a mind for such tales, was Alice?
It was lies. It was all lies.
Just like my current surroundings must be, for certain!
The bright colours, the unnatural lighting. It was all a twisted game for my mind to control me with. Just a twisted, ironic game.
Oh, but how I yearned to believe it was true.
Words
Is this what you imagined, dear
When you had pictured Wonderland?
The twisted faces, the lying graces.
The laughter escaping from creatures' hands?
They lead you on a twisted dance
Promising merriment, what a lie!
Their real intent is buried deep,
Their only wish is to see you die.
The games they play seem fun at first,
As they lead you on chases among skies blue.
But the sincerest nature is secret, kept hidden.
For the truth itself takes a darker hue.
The tea tastes sweet, or so you think.
Their eyes emplore you, have a taste.
It tastes so good, drink up, drink up!
It only costs your mind, no waste!
And soon that time will co
A Storm's Fury
Silent black clouds engulf the sky
Their presence predicts a storm.
The rain comes slowly at first, gently spattering the earth with cold droplets.
The lightning leaps with deadly accuracy
To hammer the trembling earth.
Meanwhile the thunder makes a great growl
at the scene of chaos below.
The wind howls and tears at the earth
Intent on destroying the landscape
Ah, the sun is peeping over the clouds
It rises and fills up the sky.
The storm is over.
alrighty, so, i think i've managed to dig my heels in at home enough now to finally get to some real work! in my last post i mentioned i was coming back to dA and doing some spring cleaning (which i still am, this place is even more of a mess than i remember) and now that i'm working from home my time is gonna be dedicated to drawing! i've been brushing up on my skills so that i can produce better content and not ONLY sketches, even though i do those a lot anyway-- that being said, i have finally opened up my patreon! i do a lot of fanart in general, so i'm going to try to give a wide variety of work for multiple fandoms. there's gonna be a lot of different stuff there--ratchet and clank, sonic, final fantasy, dungeons and dragons, all kinds of things. i'll also be doing original works too with my own OC's and fan-characters. if anyone is interested in supporting me in helping me to continue drawing for a living, doing what i love, any help is HUGELY appreciated. or, if you're more
thoughts just slip away suddenly the whole world around me is spinning and i'm stuck behind an invisible glass pane i look down at hands that are now no longer my own lights are blinding, voices overwhelming demanding and persecutory everybody hates me, i need to hurt myself time is somehow suspended? i can't control it screaming but nobody can hear me i know that they're all out to get me running- not sure where apparitions of the future i'm dying the darkness engulfs
Learned Helplessness by SaltAndCookies, literature
Literature
Learned Helplessness
I learned the hard way.
No matter what I do,
No matter what you say,
I can’t escape.
My limitations are a cage.
Why even want it
When I’ll never pull it off?
These empty pockets
Are a reminder
Of my effort and failure.
I'll only use this website to fave or comment on pictures, but a message would be nice. However, I'd prefer if you sent me any messages on my tumblr instead c:
My 'about me' page is more developed there anyways...
(Also despite the username, I'm not a fan of Happy Tree Friends anymore. I made this account when I was thirteen, and I'm sure you all know how tastes can change after that age.)
Favourite Visual Artist
N/A
Favourite Movies
Coraline, A Monster in Paris, A Clockwork Orange, The Professional
Favourite TV Shows
Adventure Time. Regular Show, Hetalia...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Gorillaz, Studio Killers, Vocaloid and other assorted artists
Sometimes I think I should get an icon or whatever, because I worry that people will think I'm a 'noob' or whatever, and won't take me seriously when I comment and stuff.
But then again, I don't even use this site that much. Only for commenting and faving and looking at junk.
Although looking at my profile, I sound like a total dummy. (Nice going, younger me.) Still not sure if I should edit though, not like I'm prominent enough for people to look at my profile on a daily basis.
It's not like anyone will check this out anyway, this is just a distraction so I can hold off sorting out my room.
Later.
Uh... Hi peoples! :D So yeah...... I can't really upload art 'cause I don't have a scanner, but I will try to, so if you are interested in seeing what I draw (I'm surprised you are O.o) Then you might need to wait a bit. I looked and I saw I got 7 pageviews. Wow. I wasn't even expecting gone. I'm actually kinda pleased :)
So whoever viewed my page: Thanks for that and sorry I don't have anything up yet.
Byeee!