49 Recent Deviations
When They ComeWhen They ComeWhen They Come by thwackcrackers
Those men on horses and dragons
Those men of vile hearts
Those legions of darkness
When They Come
Their armies will march
Their numbers will swell
Their horns will blaze
When They Come
They will pillage and burn
They will enslave and rape
They will murder and conquer
When They Come
We will fight
We will defend
We will die
SugarYou were that shot of fresh airSugar by Freestyle56
In these stale lungs of mine
Breathing a type of life into me
That I didn't know I still possessed
Adrenaline rushing through these tired veins
Starting a new heartbeat
One that didn't know of pain
That had scarred it from yesterday
Entangled in a different set of emotions
That make me start to hum
And appreciate the rain for washing away the old
Instead of raining it down
Skipping would be too much
But that's the feeling I get
Whenever I start to grin to myself
Thinking of you
pay no minddigging in the ashes stashed behind the albums in the closetpay no mind by X3beyondthesunx3
nevermind, you're a thought stuck in the cobwebs.
(pay no mind) to the beating of my heart within my ears
(i don't mind) the dreams that haunt my better years
because if past is gone and over, gone over
only useful as forgotten -
you're the fly, trapped in the cobwebs of my mind.
no, nevermind. you're both forgotten. forsaken.
your pieces made me whole but made me holey
made me (mad) to find the pieces to my puzzle
nevermind. you're all the past and the past is gone
over, and over, and over
in my mind
you are the fly, pretending to be pia mater -
in false pretense and fallacy - tangled in the past.
i'm the arachnoid mater, above you.
your past will be your undoing, but not mine.
(pay no mind) the way she weaves her web will leave you mindless
How do you wish to die?How do you wish to die? by thwackcrackers
For untold days and nights he scoured the desert plain, relinquishing his anger to take the reign.
He searched vigorously until that night he discovered the dragon's lair, brandishing his sword with a deafening blare.
The dragon hissed and its wings would flutter, warning the slayer that he would soon rot in a gutter.
The slayer engaged and his sword did dance, cutting and stabbing into the dragon like a mighty lance.
Blood was spilled and the cave ran red, the mighty dragon fell and forever lay dead.
But the slayer's thirst for blood still yet swelled, his calloused soul would not easily be felled.
Then the hatchling emerged distraught and whimpering, it crept over to its dead mother and slowly began quivering.
The slayer took his perch on the dragon's mighty head, laughing sadistically as he filled the hatchling with painful dread.
"Weep for her and say your goodbye, for I must ask you, how do you wish to die?"
Dear ArianaDear Ariana,Dear Ariana by thwackcrackers
I write to you to inform you that I am alive and well. My heart crumbles knowing how far away you are and even as I write this my tears stain the paper. Sometimes I feel like I can smell your perfume over the winds, and that puts my worry to rest. This war has brought with it much heartache and dilemma on both the moral and strategic ground and I fear I don't have much time. The dragons have broken through the barricades and are vastly approaching Shao Caelora.
But Ariana, pray, have no fear. We have fallen back to The Peak. The eagles believe that if we fortify our position enough we can make our final stand here. Doubt clouds my mind. The dragons outnumber us substantially and the army grows weary. My love, I need you to heed my warning. Shao Caelora is no longer safe, regardless of what the officers say. I want you to get the girls, go to Bayport Landing, and take ship to Gavania.
The dragons will not p
Orenmir: Chapter 1Orenmir: Chapter 1 by thwackcrackers
Grayson hurriedly squeezed through the narrow throng of gleeful townsfolk flooding their way out of the Archbell District. The involved labyrinth of streets slanted smoothly westward, tearing through a clustered thoroughfare of businesses and taverns, and feeding directly into the city's Port District. An assembly of banner-strewn naval ships proudly gathered in the harbor, returning home after a victorious and sanguinary crusade against the united city-states of Foloras across the Dark Expanse far to the west.
The unceasing quarrel which bloodied the waters of the Dark Expanse for five onerous years was hailed victorious and was ultimately brought to a hard-fought resolution. Even now, across the glistening ocean, the Folorasians mourned over their casualties and doused themselves in the reeking failure of pitting their laughably piteous navy with the mighty ships of the City of Oaths. With a dexterous slink, Grayson dissolved himself away from the roaring crowd, nestling attent
The Dragon SlayerThe Dragon Slayer by thwackcrackers
“King Pharlas is the greatest scourge of our age. His insidious acts and tenacious wartime tactics have more than earned him the seat of his people three times over. He hungers for greater conquests and has set his sights upon Amas. Dimahth’s voice sings in his head, corrupting his mind and subduing his soul to do his bidding. Gods be with all the brave of Amas, for this is not a man that will be defeated so easily.” – Ryn’ver’ayf describing the Ghovian King
The dragonelle foolishly believed herself safe, secluded and protected from the harshness of the Ghovian wasteland. She ignorantly rested in the abandoned mines of the once great Elven Dominion, hoping that the shroud of darkness would shield her activities from the prying eyes of those who would wish her ill will. Now, her blood was staining the ancient tunnels in glistening waves, pouring freely from the open gates of her rended flesh.
About her, four Ghovians mercilessly laid
The Interstellar Regency: Operation BoomstickWhat a cruel thing war is, to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors. I remember pondering deeply into that message as the otherworldly tunnel of hyperspace exploded into a dazzling array of shimmering blue flakes. I steadied my Anshar fighter, easing off the throttle, and joined my squadron who formed alongside thousands of others willing to give it their all. I could still remember the exhilarating fear coursing through my veins, that indescribable pleasure dangling along the thin line of focus and insanity.The Interstellar Regency: Operation Boomstick by thwackcrackers
Had it been four months ago, I would have been grilling a barbecue and guzzling beer with my naval buddies, getting piss drunk on the sweet taste of blissful ignorance. Now here I was, spearheading my way into an alien blockade with the entire Regency's Third Battle Fleet at my back. Tensions between us and the Split Tongues were peacefully dormant for many years. The other races had no quarrel with human expansionism, and the lizard people seemed like the
The Riddler's WoodUlureia trotted silently through the dense woodland which ran parallel to the blighted Barrens, a scorched patch of earth extinguished of shimmering beauty and life through years of magical and conventional warfare. The centaur youth exited her home at the tearful embrace of her sickly mother, who pleaded for her to remain vigilant and safe. It was the war over the Barrens, after all, that took the life of her father and many of her kind.The Riddler's Wood by thwackcrackers
Now, Ulureia was the last vanguard of her bloodline, a single ember of light burning in a dark world. Her ailing mother, who kept to the home while she was away, fell victim to the Goblin Rash; a malignant virus which seeped out of the devastated Barrens. Green rashes and splotches of hideous black marred her figure. Her bones fell feeble and her once vibrant heart seemed to be siphoned by the illness.
Ulureia could only pray for a quick death for her mother. No manner of magic of elixirs could cure this newly bred infection. A wet tear st
The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed.The Pit Fiend of the Nessus by thwackcrackers
Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne
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