Fluff , fluff, fluff, I blame it on the lovey~dovey stuff! That doesn't make sense... But it rhymes, so get over it!
Alek pushed a low hanging vine out of his way. He trudged through the brambles, their thorns ripping at his jeans. Finally, he reached a break in the trees.
Far below, the city stretched out to the ocean, an accumulation of building seemingly growing out of the valley like an oasis of wildflowers. The immaculate concrete statue of Christ the Redeemer opened his arms to the buildings, people, mountains laid out before him. Boats, barely white specks in the calm blue waters, dotted the sea. The fresh mountain air filled his lungs, while the song of the tropics reached his ears. He watched a butterfly, kipepeo with vibrant stripes of violet, tie-dye-blue-wihite, and black flitter to one of the vibrant red passion flowers bloomed on the forest trees.
A breezed brushed the teenager's sweaty hair as he took in the spectacular view.
"Breath taking, isn't it?" a voice alisema beside him.
"Very," Alek breathed.
"What are wewe thinking about?"
For a moment, the boy imagined a different girl standing there beside him. She looked from him with warm brown eyes, then back out to the city. He could practically smell the gardenia of her hair mixing with the scents of the forest. Tara's features softened from their regular hard, guarded status. The corners of her lips raised and all Alek could think of was lifting her chin so that their eyes met, gently cupping her cheek, and softly pressing his lips to hers, feeling the warmth of her kiss he missed and craved.
Alek sighed and the image of the girl of his dreams dissipated and looked over to where Vika stood. Her glowing golden eyes grasped the scenery. She seemed to almost breath not just the air, but the mountains and sail boats themselves. She was pretty, but he felt no attraction to her as he did for the brown eyed girl he had imagined.
"I was just wondering how something so beautiful could exist in such a harsh world," Alek said, as though he was thinking of the view the was his Russian companion was.
"The world is only as harsh as we perceive," she recited with a smile. After taking one last deep breath of a the view, Vika turned on her heels and headed back to the forest.
"We should continue on our way," she called over her shoulder. "It is difficult to get through this forest in the dark."
Alek nodded and turned to follow. He reached upward to songesha a branch from his path when the Morpho Helenor butterfly, kipepeo he had spotted earlier landed in his hand.
The pure beauty of the simple creature was intimidating, though the boy knew how delicate it really was. He smiled sadly at the butterfly.
"I only wish too see wewe agin," he whispered. "And I will. Nothing will stop me from being with wewe again, Tara."
As if accepting the mission itself, the creature flapped it's wings and flew past him, toward the city. Alek took one last look at the brilliant scene, then ducked back into the darkening forest.
This shot is dedicated to those searching endlessly for their love~
Alek pushed a low hanging vine out of his way. He trudged through the brambles, their thorns ripping at his jeans. Finally, he reached a break in the trees.
Far below, the city stretched out to the ocean, an accumulation of building seemingly growing out of the valley like an oasis of wildflowers. The immaculate concrete statue of Christ the Redeemer opened his arms to the buildings, people, mountains laid out before him. Boats, barely white specks in the calm blue waters, dotted the sea. The fresh mountain air filled his lungs, while the song of the tropics reached his ears. He watched a butterfly, kipepeo with vibrant stripes of violet, tie-dye-blue-wihite, and black flitter to one of the vibrant red passion flowers bloomed on the forest trees.
A breezed brushed the teenager's sweaty hair as he took in the spectacular view.
"Breath taking, isn't it?" a voice alisema beside him.
"Very," Alek breathed.
"What are wewe thinking about?"
For a moment, the boy imagined a different girl standing there beside him. She looked from him with warm brown eyes, then back out to the city. He could practically smell the gardenia of her hair mixing with the scents of the forest. Tara's features softened from their regular hard, guarded status. The corners of her lips raised and all Alek could think of was lifting her chin so that their eyes met, gently cupping her cheek, and softly pressing his lips to hers, feeling the warmth of her kiss he missed and craved.
Alek sighed and the image of the girl of his dreams dissipated and looked over to where Vika stood. Her glowing golden eyes grasped the scenery. She seemed to almost breath not just the air, but the mountains and sail boats themselves. She was pretty, but he felt no attraction to her as he did for the brown eyed girl he had imagined.
"I was just wondering how something so beautiful could exist in such a harsh world," Alek said, as though he was thinking of the view the was his Russian companion was.
"The world is only as harsh as we perceive," she recited with a smile. After taking one last deep breath of a the view, Vika turned on her heels and headed back to the forest.
"We should continue on our way," she called over her shoulder. "It is difficult to get through this forest in the dark."
Alek nodded and turned to follow. He reached upward to songesha a branch from his path when the Morpho Helenor butterfly, kipepeo he had spotted earlier landed in his hand.
The pure beauty of the simple creature was intimidating, though the boy knew how delicate it really was. He smiled sadly at the butterfly.
"I only wish too see wewe agin," he whispered. "And I will. Nothing will stop me from being with wewe again, Tara."
As if accepting the mission itself, the creature flapped it's wings and flew past him, toward the city. Alek took one last look at the brilliant scene, then ducked back into the darkening forest.
This shot is dedicated to those searching endlessly for their love~
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the description from Robin_Love, but the inayofuata Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive ukuta posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive ukuta posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Copy
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying wewe guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather wewe conciously knew what wewe were doing au not. wewe did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when wewe copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea wewe worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know wewe can do it. wewe guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying wewe guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather wewe conciously knew what wewe were doing au not. wewe did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when wewe copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea wewe worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know wewe can do it. wewe guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.