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
cutting and depressioncutting and depression are two bad thingscutting and depression by babygirl1717
they only do one thing all they do is bring
they bring scars and scars and leave you with nothing
but living can bring you something
death is not the answer not even this
life can bring you happiness and bliss
so please dont ever think that suicide is the answer i am living proof because i have tried to commit suicide before and i have finally realized that i have a better life here on earth and its how i make it but if you dont want to help me get through my depression then thats fine but please help me in some way.
Self-help - DepressionThanks to my boyfriend, I've finally realised that I don't have to suffer because I don't want to upset my friends or family. I don't have to suffer because I think I'm not worth the hassle, or because I think there are people who have problems far worse than my own.Self-help - Depression by Zer0Hawke
I suffer from tension headaches, stomach upset, insomnia, from stress and anxiety. I've gained almost two stone in the three years that I've felt my symptoms getting worse. I'm going to see a doctor next week, and I think I will be diagnosed with depression. I have a good life: I'm living in a lovely house with an amazing boyfriend, and people who care about me; I'm getting 2:1 - first class grades at university; I have a loving, and large, close family. And yet I continue to become frustrated by normal social situations and often find it difficult to motivate myself, often crying for no reason at all; to my boyfriend and I, it seems to be getting more and more frequent.
But, right now, I'm the happiest I've been in a very
Reasons to Live1) loveReasons to Live by smilewithlove
2) the future is so much brighter
4) seeing others smile
5) to fulfill my dreams
6) to watch the sunset over the ocean
7) not only to love, but to feel loved
8) to dream
9) to achieve dreams
10) to learn something from the hardships, and make tomorrow better due to it
11) to have your toes in the mud on a warm summer day
12) to laugh
13) to experience new things, may it be travels, may it be dancing under the moon.
14) to feel the sun
15) to take the time to sit and watch ants
16) to lie in the grass
17) to hear the crash of waves
18) to hug and be hugged
19) to make a child smile
20) to eat a piece of chocolate
21) to hear a moving piece of music
22) to meet a kindred spirit
23) to show others that life can change and get better
24) to write love on your arms
25) baby siblings. they'll need you and look up to you
26) God (with love, honor, hope, and appreciation)
28) my family, Friends old and new
29) laughter (even with just myself)
30) music listening, co
Dissociation TimesWorld made of plastic, with robots seated on the chairsDissociation Times by hope-is-overrated
The blinding colors are fake
The deafening sounds are not really there
The reality is alternative, virtual
The bus moving is just an illusion
My body is a duplicated matter
The only "real" thing is my mind
Which can't be trusted
DetachedDetached from all the human feelingsDetached by hope-is-overrated
It doesn't matter how much I would like to care about something or someone, I can't...
I don't know if I am above, below or beyond all this...
All I know is the world is black and white
Reality is nothing more than some shades of grey
Well, I am a hologram in the middle of a dense fog...
I know.Sound,I know. by Konoka-chan
notes, music, vibration, air
whizzes past my head as I write this.
It is the eight day of the third month, and I am alone.
I'm scared, and hiding within the place of my mind where no one can find me.
I know I am not safe,
but I do not care, this is my place.
No one can take it away from me and I refuse as the
shadows on my back that race through my mind, disguise themselves in my
sweet lullaby's into my ear as
they run, run and run past me as they promise.
They promise to save me, and I comply. I take their hand and run with,
as fast as I can.
They take me away,
towards the mountains they say,
and they claim to use the sun as a guiding star, but I daren't argue.
For I am not safe here,
and then the notes stop.
the blackness engulfs around me and I can't see
the sun anymore, all I can feel is the grasp of the demons on my hand
for they lied too,
their sweet words literally nothing to the beauty of
the word that is truth and the
FracturedThere isn't muchFractured by NihiliaReleased
To be said
Or is there?
Try having six.
Six minds broiling within, screaming to be
The Flirt and
The Patient One.
After so long, I've begun
Which one am I?
Where do I fit in all this?
That seems to make
They want to kill them with
The poison pills
Drown them out
In carefully carved words
Under the weight
Of stones atop a plank
Until they perish
Into the night.
I want them to stay.
For how many people can say
They are never
Dissociative DoubtsWhere am I?Dissociative Doubts by hope-is-overrated
I can't tell...
I am here and there and nowhere, at the same time
Who am I?
A robot? Maybe...
Just a piece of flesh, walking around
Without a sense of direction?
The decisions I make are not mine
The words I say are not mine
I hear my voice saying them, but is not from me they come from
Those daily actions, are not made by me
It's not me making my legs and arms to move
My arms and legs don't belong to me
My body doesn't belong to me
I am lost in space
I don't know where I am
Or where I belong to
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