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Hypocritically SpeakingREAD THE DESCRIPTION FIRST PLZ (OR DON'T, I AIN'TCHA NANNY)Hypocritically Speaking by Novacom
Call me liar, call me hater, Call me Ishmael, call you later!
Call me any name you want because I probably deserve it.
I’m a fool, I’m a dandy and I hardly come in handy
But I’d rather be in scrutiny than hiding like a hermit
‘cuz I see my problems, and I don’t mean to object
But we all have problems, and while we’re on the subject—
Hypocritically speaking we’re all put to shame,
We waste our time pointing and placing the blame.
But if you try to hide from the truth that’s inside,
Hypocritically speaking, we’re one and the same.
Call me sinner, call me saint, call me everything I ain’t,
Since I’m lik-el-y to qualify in somebody’s perception
See, I know ‘bout my failings yet I’m slowly ascertaining
that the way to win the day is through some divine intervention.
I resolve to progress, despite our common weakness,
So call me out, and I
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.An Autumn Adventure by Novacom
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and Sinker by Novacom
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
Strength of Souls: Andrew's First Story with Jess?Strength of Souls: Andrew's First Story with Jess? by Novacom
Far above in the dark sky, an eerie, grinning Moon glares down upon the sleeping earth. Its single, gazing eye sees everything that transpires each night, witnessing the horror and heaven of each evening. Tonight was no different; a celebration in the hills and plains of the United States was countered with a massacre in the warring Middle East. An execution at the hands of a foreign tyrant in one nation balanced with the elated celebration of a new leader's rise to an elected office a mere 1,000 miles away.
In one city, very similar to your own, a woman named Samantha cried as she felt shears strip her of her hair. Desperate for money but refusing to give up her morality, she'd turned to selling away as much as she could of herself to pay the bills necessary to help her family.
If only she hadn't chosen to walk home alone that night...If only she hadn't met the strange woman with long, greasy hair and a proposition...if only that hag hadn't held a terrible secret in her coat, a collec
Seasons of the Sea (New !Verse/Hug-a-Giant Day!)Seasons of the Sea (New !Verse/Hug-a-Giant Day!) by Novacom
Under the glistening, refracting sunlight, deep below the crest of the waves of the Western Sea, a world very much like our own lays in the cliffs and shifting sands of the ocean. And one special day, all seemed to be quite at ease for the denizens of this world.
But what sort of denizen, you ask, could live so peacefully beneath the blanket of the vast, blue sea? Well there are fish, of course, but there are many more things that make there home in the ocean than just fish. One of which we are about to meet...
The current was rough that day, a tugging force of flow that urged a young merman forward on his morning's mission. Unlike most other days, he didn't bother himself with the many creatures he passed by down the aquatic avenue. His mind, and his heart, were both set on one goal--probing the coral fields just beyond the sea cucumber farms, south of the town limits.
The brown-haired merman dove out of the highway of current that whisked through the edge of the reef, <
Supplication of the Internet GeekIf my life were an online game, i'd be called a cheaterSupplication of the Internet Geek by Novacom
For having You to help me out, my supporter and healer.
I don't know why you plugged me in to be a Player 2
But You loved me so much, You tossed me 1UP with your own Continue
It's not like Beta, no locked Keys, You aren't mine alone
But I am Yours, i'm highest scored and pure before Your throne.
No quarters, but a cross for You, saw my debt and paid it
Then rose with the Full Version and left me Free-to-Play it
So why don't I pass the word out like some kind of R.S.S. feed?
Well honestly, it worries me and gets me kind of stressing
To realize that digital domain is filled with fire
The walls and halls of cyberspace so cluttered with desire
Without somebody to save our game, we'd not be here to play it
Lagging out in lobbies of the Devil's AFK list
Since everybody's serving their own gods of selfish nature
We forget we'd be nothing without our Administrator
'Cuz online in this messed up life, that kind of data's dated
I neglect to
Caving, Campfires and CuddlesI suppose I should be thankful that the sun was setting outside; otherwise, when I left the exit tunnel of Johto's Dark Cave, I'd have been blinded by the sudden light. I only had to blink a bit as I stumbled into the orange evening glow, the shadow cast by Sprout Tower in the northwest landing over the forest nearby.Caving, Campfires and Cuddles by Novacom
"Good...God," I panted, exhausted. My backpack weighed a ton, stuffed with a tent, canteen and other supplies I'd packed earlier today. "We're finally free, you guys." I motioned to my friends to exit the tunnels at last.
"Uuuughhhh..." a female voice moaned from behind me. I felt tiny tremors as Dragonair beat her tail against the rough earth "My ears are still ringing. That was so, so unpleasant." My dragoness Pokemon passed me on the dusty trail out of Dark Cave, the aptly-named tunnel system to the east of Violet City.
I held my hands to my temples; i'd temporarily drowned out the dull ringing to announce our arrival out of the caves, but Dragonair's mentioning it had
Nothing's Changed at all (Valentine's Day '14)Note: It is HIGHLY recommended that you read this story while listening to the song "Pompeii" by Bastille. Though due to length, you may have to listen to it just beforehand.Nothing's Changed at all (Valentine's Day '14) by Novacom
"Hagh!" I coughed, stumbling a bit as a swirling mass of metal spun back to my hand. The weight of the Keyblade was pretty offsetting, especially with a fresh scrape from a Soldier Heartless' claws right under my thigh. I lowered Grand Staff, digging it into the ground to support me as I sighed.
"That's gotta be the last of them, it has to be," I panted. I was exhausted, my mana drained and slowly returning--too slowly--as I felt my muscles ache with strain. "It's been almost two hours. They need to let up sooner or later."
A surge of fire erupted from behind me and I turned around in surprise, seeing my Mariah smiting another of the wretched creatures. "I thought you taught me this a while ago, but rule number one, Andrew?" Mariah relaxed after casting her Firaga spell, the air still crisp with the singed
All-Hallows Eve(nts!)"Hurry up already!"All-Hallows Eve(nts!) by Novacom
Mariah was standing outside on my porch. I could hear her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for me, but I was enjoying myself too much indoors. It was silly of me but I didn't care; after all, it's not often i'm ever proud of my appearance or artistic ability (rather, lack thereof.) But on this night, I was totally thrilled about how my costume had turned out--and I wanted to keep that feeling a little bit longer.
"Alright, just give me a sec," I said, then stepped outside into the evening Autumn air.
"Well, what do you think?" I said, beaming. I was dressed in a long, brown trenchcoat with a navy blue vest and slacks, my hair slightly spiked up in the front. I did a small spin, giddy with the silly excitement of showing off my costume.
"Oh geez," Mariah scoffed, laughing. "That's really way TOO accurate. Well I'll admit it, Andrew--you pull of The Doctor well."
"YES!" I said, fist-pumping as I did a small happy-dance on my porch. "Hah! And you didn't think I c
Through my visor: VCalm before the storm
UNSC "What makes a Man", High orbit above Eridanus II, Eridanus System
We're fresh off from training, "raw meat" as the older marines referred to us, "greens", "rookies", they had lots of names for us, but none of them are really that friendly to the new guys like us; though they weren't to be blamed for their coldness.
But for us, after months of training, we were ready for our first taste of action as troopers of the UNSC Marine Corp. We got assigned to the 9th Marine Expeditionary Force, to be shipped to planet called Eridanus system, where my brother lost his life. Looks like I'm on my way to return a favour to those rebels.
I awoke from cryo-sleep with a rude jolt, my eyes shot open to see the medical officer looking down at me. I drew my first breath with some difficulty as I removed the oxygen mask from my face and sat up to cough up the foul tasting surfactant clinging to my throat.
"Your body never really did respond well to cryo-sleep Pvt. Castill
Through my visor: IVSomething's off
Reach highlands, Planet Reach
0300 hours we boarded the Pelican, full gear, with a week's worth of rations and TTR ammunition and lock recovery wands. Alexa, Randal, Nicko and I, along with another squad boarded the same Pelican, we chatted and exchanged stories as the Pelican flew to Reach's famed mountain ranges.
It was a three hour trip, over cities, a few outposts and lakes. Once we got there, they were going to dust off as we clamber out of the blood tray of the Pelican and dropped into the knee deep snow. The wind blew all around us and we couldn't hear a thing besides the roar of the Pelican's thrusters.
And as quickly as we disembarked, it flew off, the sound of the engines fading while the Pelican disappeared to the other side of the mountain.
The mountain peaks of Reach were capped with snow and ice. Freezing and frigid, it was perfect for training special ops personnel. We were marines, not spec ops, something was off.
The comm ch
Through my visor: IINew Boot in Basic
Reach Military Complex, Planet Reach.
I woke at the sound of a bugle playing outside the barracks; I recognize the tune being played as "Reveille" from those old 20th century movies in those antiquated Compact Discs my grandfather has been watching. And if the trumpet doesn't wake you up, the drill sergeant's swearing and booming shouts will surely get you up your feet in the first day of basic. It was 0500 hours, as I looked at the clock on the wall of the barracks. "It's still dark," I thought to myself.
I remembered that I signed up for the Marines a few days ago and that I've been shipped to a planet called Reach. And with the harshness of the military training baring its full effect on the trainees, I thought I just made the stupidest decision in my life. But I didn't have time to think as the drill sergeant ordered us to fall in outside the barracks into the courtyard, it was still dark and the air is cold. We fell in 6 rows, and 6 men in each
Through my visor: IMy little corner of the Galaxy
Arcadian Tours, Planet Arcadia
I looked up in the twilight sky as I stood in the middle of a grassy field. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the winds gently brush on my face and hair, wondering. Wondering how my brother is doing, when he'll come back, will he come back? Thinking about these often lead me into hopeful thoughts, maybe it's because of the beautiful scenery in this world. My world was beautiful, Arcadia, lush tropical forests, white sands and pleasant weather, it was frequented by many tourists and has constant transits to and from Earth, humanity's home. I've never been there myself, some say it looked a lot like Arcadia, full of natural wonders and breath taking beauty, others said it was ugly, polluted and over populated, I'm not the one to judge, since I've never been there.
I was working as a game warden in one of the bigger, more popular resorts in the vast safaris in Arcadia; as a result, I'm used to handling f
Hello! My real name's Andrew, and I'm from Illinois in the United States. I'm an actor, singer, writer and gamer. I love all of those things, but there are two loves that go above them: my girlfriend and my Savior, Jesus Christ. I'll leave it to you guys to figure out which one of THOSE two comes first. |
I wanna address something though, for newcomers and people who know me in real life too. I am in fact a fan of Vore, which is (in most cases but NOT mine) a fetish involving being consumed alive by another living being, for their satisfaction. But i'm trying to challenge that thinking with the story of my own life. This is how i put it:
"I'm a Christian. Up until a few months ago, when i realized these feelings i'd had my whole life meant that i was a voraphile, i believed it was impossible for a Christian to have a fetish. And in a sense, it is: vore doesn't turn me on. It fills me with this incredible feeling, a satisfaction at the contentedness of the predator and the warmth surrounding the prey. This is a connection unlike any other, a symbiosis based off of trust and love, and the desire for pred and prey to do something incredibly kind for each other.
To take the prey inside, hold them in the closest and warmest embrace in existence, a peaceful and soft and warm and squishy resting place ever-warmed by the beautiful beatings of the predator's heart. Prey gain this safety and security and tender care within their predator, and the one who took them in gains the satisfaction of keeping a life safe inside them, holding them close and keeping them safe and sound. And both thrive in the trust and caring wrought by the experience, and often times a contented rest...the predator pleased with their loving snack tucked away within, and the prey being rocked to sleep by a beloved belly and a metronome heartbeat. That's what vore is to me, love and safety and security."
So i hope you'll all look at Vore as something more than a gross quirk, and try to see the beauty of it. I still do; I see it as an innocent and loving bond of trust, despite being imagination. The feelings behind it ARE real, and the friends i've made from it are what matters.