Once Upon A Time by KoichiOnce upon a time, in a very near land- where you live, in fact- a boy fell in love. Or a girl. Only the boy didn't fall in love with a girl, he fell in love with a boy. And the girl didn't fall in love with a boy, she fell in love with a girl. So they were teased, told they were going to Hell, and made to feel awful by the people where they lived. It went on and on and on, and wouldn't stop. Until one day, the girl or boy couldn't take it anymore. They quietly killed themselves to escape. But it wasn't the end. The boy or girl felt sorry for the other people like them, and wanted them to have hope. So, they put a rainbow in the sky- with every color known, and they made it huge, circling the globe, so that whenever there is rain and sadness, a giant, beautiful, comforting hug is waiting.Once Upon A Time by Koichi by A-Being-Of-Fable
Bio : Kyoji WinterBio : Kyoji Winter by KyojiWinter
Kyoji Nightingale Winter
Explanation/Meaning of Title:
It's the code name that was given to him by Zero when he was first initiated as an assassin and he still uses it occasionally when he's being an 'official' informant to Zero's underground criminal empire, the Tsuki-ko Tao.
He's technically in his early 20's but because of an attempted suicide that screwed up the bio-machanics of the 'Nightingale System' that Zero had incorporated into his body, he's forever stuck at around 16 (aka he'll always be jailbait) because his body no longer ages.
Incubus Hybrid; He's half human (on his mother's side) and half Bakeneko - an oriental monster cat, in this case, one that feeds via leeching lust from humans - on his father's side. His father's heritage is Korean. His mother was born and raised in New Jersey, USA.
Homosexual - he dislikes females, even in a non-sexual way. He's g
Alter update (if he hasn't already)Updated the update:Alter update (if he hasn't already) by Child-of-Horus
Also, his memories of the orphanage turned out to be an entire other headspace!
Being that Willard *is* an alter himself, I suppose that would make more sense.
The big deal is this- The whole time I've known him he's told me he grew up in Greece
in an orphanage where they whipped him, and kept him scared while he was growing up;
and then shipped to America and lived with foster parents who abused him.
But this didn't happen outside of the head, there are pictures with proof. So we were both
SO VERY CONFUSED once we saw the pictures and heard stories from his mom.
NOW WE KNOW! XD
So my lover :iconTheWijo:, Willard, has had some major integrations over the last few months!
This is a good thing for him, because none of his "good" alters feel they are dying, just becoming
part of a whole person. They understand that Willard, himself, needs to be integrated and whole
in order to be healthy and content.
This also means I will have to create an entirely new alter-ma
Fire with FireThings with Sharon, body's grandmother, have been going nowhere but down hill as of late. Long story short we come home & see by chore list she expects a lot more from us. Here's where the juciy part comes in. We admitt we don't do much around the house, but it's all about 'acting like Brittany' well now that she expects us to do what we'd usually do if not hiding, we shall hide no more. It'll be difficult, with proes & cons, but as the title says.....wish us luck, we'll update you.Fire with Fire by WebberErikPhan
To Be An AlterTo Be An Alter by AlayaRaye
What is it too be an alter? Nobody thinks about what we have to go threw. They call us monsters, parasites, fake, bad, evil, killers, crazy, fucked up, a disease.
When do people get to see us for what we really are? We are just trying to help. To fit into a world that doesn't want us in it. We are real people. We have feelings. We have souls. We go threw pain. Maybe more then you. But nobody sees that. They see the host. And their forbidden pain.
We take it away. We are the protectors. The pain you feel is ours now. We feel your depression, your sadness, your pain. But if we try to relive the pain we take from you, only because we love you, only because that's what family does for each other, you push us away. People call us evil or bad. They want to get rid of us, horrible creatures, parasites we are. How dare we cut the body.
Why not? Its our body too. We live in it. Its as much of your as it is ours. Yes, we may live in your headspace, but does that mean that we are not allowed to e
A Cold and Windy GreyIt started on a cold and windy, grey day.A Cold and Windy Grey by fallenxxangel12
What they all thought would pass by,
But instead stayed, grew and festered,
Eating away at the very soul it dwelled in.
She sat alone on the grass,
Wind whipping her hair around her face and shoulders,
Hands clenching fist-fulls of the soft lush green.
Eyes watching the many shades of grey,
As the clouds sped by overhead.
She had always been a lonesome child,
Never more than one friend at a time.
And yet somehow this was different for her.
She enjoyed being by herself, but this feeling,
This loneliness felt like a weight in her stomach.
The leaves changed colors and fell to the ground,
But the girl took no notice, still, she sat.
Her mind occupied by the dull empty weight,
Gnawing away at her mind, her body,
Constantly there, never gone, never sleeping.
It was in the cold and desolate winter
That the girl finally found a friend.
Her friend taught her how to overcome the weight.
How to feel something other than emptiness.
Vegas' MemeVegas' Meme by WebberErikPhan
Full Name: Erik
Nick Names: Vegas
Human Age: 53
Hair: Light brown slicked back wig
Eyes: Blue, left eye a lighter blue than the other.
Glasses or contacts:
Skin tone: Pale/white
Height: 6’ 4”
Body Structure: Look at the photo
Origin: France, 1828
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: My voice
Languages Spoken: English, French, Persian, etc
Sexual Origination: Bisexual
Siblings: A brother & sister, both one year my senior.
Parents: The only memories I have of them are pain
Friends: Too dangerous a word, I prefer acquaintances; anyone I talk to who accepts me for who I am .
Elders/ Guardians: Webber , Kay, & Buell I suppose
Enemies: Anyone who cannot accept me
Occupation: Keeping my wif
Buell Phantom's MemeBuell Phantom's Meme by WebberErikPhan
Full Name: The Phantom of the Opera
Nick Names: O.G., The Phantom of the Opera, Angel of Music, Buell
Human Age: 35
Hair: Thin, grey, balding. The wig I wear is brown & comes to A couple inches above my collar.
Eyes: Green/blue with light brown around the pupil.
Glasses or contacts: Only when in control of the body, which wears glasses.
Skin tone: Pale
Height: I don't know, at least six feet.
Weight: Don't know that either.
Body Structure: Thin but powerful.
Mental/Physical Disabilities: When I am out I'm affected with the body's non verbal learning disability. It's not enjoyable in the least.
Species: Human, though I really don't include myself in the species.
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: Hypnotizing people with my voice.
Languages Spoken: French & English. I could know more but for the time being I don't remember.
Sexual Origination: I am bisexual with a strong female lean.
White's MemeWhite's Meme by WebberErikPhan
Full Name: Erik Carriere
Nick Names: White
Human Age: 26
Hair: Brown, goes to barley to my neck
Glasses or contacts: only when out
Skin tone: pale
Height: 6' 4"
Body Structure: Normal build?
Scars: From self injury; also my hands, because they were burned.
Supernatural Powers & Abilities:
Languages Spoken: French and English
Sexual Origination: Bisexual
Parents: Belladova and Gerard Carriere
Friends: All the systems I know, Deanna, Kristen
Elders/ Guardians: Kay
Enemies: Everyone who's mean to me
Talented At: Singing, pretending to be a ghost, running an opera house.
Untalented At: Functioning in society.
Temperament: It takes a lot to piss me off but if you do...either I'll yell your ears off, or you'll be dead
Personal Quote: My mother bore me in the southern wild. I live i
Reflection by ChowderWhen I was a child I looked into the water and happened there to seeReflection by Chowder by A-Being-Of-Fable
A monster- like those in my most haunting dreams staring back at me.
I fell in in my fright, and I was sure it would want me to drown
I fancied it's thin arms were dragging me deeper-dragging me down.
My father pulled me out- I gave a splutter and a cough
And I begged him ardently to pull the monster off.
He explained to me that there was nothing there
I wondered then, what had given me this scare.
I remember the monster before my eyes
As it looked up at me had seemed
The Second Star to the RightBen washed his hands and prepared for yet another shift at Pleasant Shire Retirement Home. He sighed and pushed back his blonde hair and exited the bathroom. The scent of time was all around. He noticed an elderly woman with chestnut skin, and brown eyes that still held a bit of the sparkle they had contained in their youth, talking to no one but the air around her. He frowned- it was Willow Merryship, the local Multiple Personality Disorder patient- a running joke around the home. The common treatment for MPD was integration: the combination of each “personality” into a single person. Willow had never even considered it. “Cooperation- not integration”, she had told her therapist. Legally, they couldn’t force her to integrate- but it looked bad to be an 87 year old lady who still had “imaginary friends” - and it was worse when these imaginary friends occasionally decided to talk through her mouth.The Second Star to the Right by A-Being-Of-Fable
“Miss Merryship? You okay? Ben grunted. W
Daddy, I Hear Repo Men by GraverobberGraverobber was fast asleep in his rickety bed, in the middle of a particularly interesting dream, when he heard a shrill scream. He cracked an eye open- there were plenty of screams in the night- it didn't trouble him. He turned over, his elaborately weaved hair cascading over his pillow, and resumed his sleeping. Something didn't feel right ... he trudged to his daughter's room, and was terrified to hear sniffling.Daddy, I Hear Repo Men by Graverobber by A-Being-Of-Fable
"Marcie? You okay kid?" he called out. Something slammed into him in the dark.
"Daddy, I hear Repo Men," wailed a little voice. Graverobber felt the wall for a lightswitch, and finally suceeded in finding one. A red-faced girl with black hair and his brown eyes was standing before him clutching a pillow. Graverobber ruffled her hair.
"Marce," he said, ruffling her hair, "There's not a Repo Man alive that could keep me from protecting you." He scooped her up and tucked her back in bed. Marcie curled up and buried her head in her pillow. Graverobber sat with her until her ey
No MoreNo warmth, just cold.No More by TheWijo
No smiles, just frowns.
No laughs, just scowls.
No happiness, just sadness.
No love, just hate.
No peace, just conflict.
No appreciation, just strife.
No satisfaction, just disappointment.
No life, just death.
Call Me by HunterRevenge has done nothing but ruin my life.Call Me by Hunter by A-Being-Of-Fable
Call me a sinner, call me a saint ...
I know I took things too far. But things happened I couldn't excuse.
Call me your favorite, call me the worst ...
I know you were never that crazy about me. But I'd hoped we could be friends, or at least acquaintances instead of enemies. It seems like I'm the only one you really hate.
I've said it so many times- I would change my ways- no, never mind ...
I didn't mean to be a 'hypocrite'. I just wanted change. Not even revenge.
I wish you could see my side.
It's all that I can say. So I'll be on my way ...
Deal with itWe have D.I.D.Deal with it by GuardiansofCalcaria
We are not fake or made up.
We are not a set or a cyborg.
We are a family.
We just happen to share a head.
Yes, that means we don't have a clear past.
Yes, that means life isn't all flowers and rainbows.
Life isn't always nice.
We aren't mad.
Dissociative Identity Disorder is how our brain chose to deal with our past.
So you deal with it too.
SwitchingUp and at 'em, time to wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast and off you go.Switching by reddev1n
People arguing at the stop while waiting for the bus. You try to get through,
they get mad but you ignore them, you got to get to
work is over. You're getting ready to go home, slightly confused as you look for how the day went by so fast, remembering slightly that you made cards that day on the computer and brush it away as getting lost in the moment of creativity and your poor memory.
Walking home till you get to the door and get on the computer around 6 pm, having fun with a friend, till somebody comes in, and yells at you for something you didn't do.
Its getting late you're sorry you didn't mean it, its late and you're sorry
you didn't mean it.
Its late, almost nine and you really need to get offline because
its time for lunch.
You choke on a hamburger, tomato and letus in it, you hate tomatoes in your hamburgers. Friend asks if you had fun on the outing wedn
This Castle Life by KoichiThis castle life- hardThis Castle Life by Koichi by A-Being-Of-Fable
Sarah calls, footsteps beat down.
So much to see- be
Everyone has a place here
AddictionAddiction by CrazyGurl928
Addiction. You never know what it truly is until it hits you; a smooth poison you partake of to the point where you are no longer the consumer, it is the consumer and you are the one being eaten alive. It's a smooth velvety voice in the night that you trust and follow until you realize that at that point it's your doom. A devil in a Sunday hat some might say.
You try it once or twice when you're young, curious to feel the sting of the liquor burning down your throat. You laugh, giggling as the world around you turns upside down and everyone around is your friend, and your problems seem to disappear as you drink more and more. Hours later you're emptying all the contents of your stomach into the porcelain god that stands before you, promising to yourself that that was the only time, and that you'll never do it again.
Your friends, they love it, worship it; and they invite you to worship it too.
Alternatives to Self-InjuryThese are some basic alternatives to self-harm:Alternatives to Self-Injury by Elena-James
1. Rubber Bands: Okay I know some people may still see this as self-harm, but using a rubber band is much less damaging than cutting or other such things.
2. Cranking up music: Whether is angry, emo, country, pop, techno, whatever, blasting music can be used as an outlet for one's emotions. Experiment and find out what works for you; it may not even necessarily be your favorite genre of music.
3. Pillows/Stuffed Animals: This was suggested to me by a friend. It may feel odd or a little childish, but clinging to a stuffed animal or wrapping one's arms tightly around a pillow can bring a sense of comfort. I was also told to try transferring all of my emotions into it. Believe me, this one works.
4. Square Breathing: Yet another tip I got from a friend. Close your eyes, wrap your arms around yourself if you have to and breathe. Count in to four slowly, hold your breath for the
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