ValeraniaTheGreat✧˚.🔮🦇

Hai, my minnows! I am mostly an artist🖉, not much of an author. I am a big fanatic and I love Solarballs. My bsf is LunatheWitch🌙. I do some NSFW writing so if you don't like spicy stuff, this is a warning! 🔞<3🩷💜💙⚤𝕾𝖍𝖊/𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞*.⭐🔭♋︎🌌🌠bleh

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ValeraniaTheGreat✧˚.🔮🦇

Hai, my minnows! I am mostly an artist🖉, not much of an author. I am a big fanatic and I love Solarballs. My bsf is LunatheWitch🌙. I do some NSFW writing so if you don't like spicy stuff, this is a warning! 🔞<3🩷💜💙⚤𝕾𝖍𝖊/𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞*.⭐🔭♋︎🌌🌠bleh

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Hawaii: Part II

ValeraniaTheGreat✧˚.🔮🦇

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A picture, an introduction to the snow

A picture of a strange stairway, an isle unto thyself and palm trees, a stranded lullaby

Perhaps an island, or a labyrinth?

The moon sits in the back with the ocean and waves

But something more ominous looms in the sky, a huge anglerfish with its light as the moon, a white ball

To lure in anyone who dares to adventure into the time machine, murders

Not ...

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His sword came down, and I saw the faces of my people in his blade

Right through the frontal lobe, through the knowledge of my people

His sword was coated in the blood of his actions and words

In the blood of me and my people

I trusted him

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It is easy to whisper

when a person is gone.

But when I am near,

you have no voice.

Look at you, calling me spineless behind my back.

But facing me, you have no attack.

You stand there, small and still,

your courage gone against my will....

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Crow oh crow, wh're hath thou been?

with thy shining feathers and claws of steel

I haven't seen thee since 1910

I need to unpeel ev'ry mystery thou keeps and ope ev'ry seal

Thy so dark and sublime in the deceased of the night, w're thou madeth of skin?

Didst thou has't longeth hair and eyes yond conceal?

Alloweth thou singeth a subsong and wield a buckler of iron and zeal

One hath not to speak ...

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"Might you change your green leaves to an array of colors?" Fall says with a soft voice.

"Must I?" Summer asks, sun shining.

"Yes, you must, you must let me overtake your warm weather with a breeze of autumn's warm embrace." Fall explains.

Summer's bottom lip pokes out into a little pout.

"But I don't want to." Summer complains.

Fall sighs,

"You. Must." Fall says.

"Well, ok..." Summer mutte...

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Is It Funny Now?

ValeraniaTheGreat✧˚.🔮🦇

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A chorus of easy laughter.

A punchline, not a person.

And the words, like stones,

chipping and chipping and chipping away.

They call it a joke.

They say it's all in fun.

But the mirror shows a hollow,

and the heart begins to run.

In the quiet places,

the silent rooms and fading light,

a bad thought blooms—

a shadow, cold and deep.

Then comes the quiet thud,

a silent headline on the morning news...

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It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

One friend hurts another friend's feelings,

making them friends-no-more.

Jake and drew

are friends-no-more

Jake couldn't pick between the music club and the dromies

so he chose the music club...

Leaving Henry, Liam, and of course, Drew behind....

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Heads, polluted

Minds, polluted

Brains, polluted

Intellect, polluted

(GOTTA KTS!!!)...

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Cooper, a Labrador Retriever would be a blondie with blue eyes. He would be playful and sometimes can't get ahold of himself. A very social person!

Riker, a mix, would have brunette hair and brown eyes. He would be serious but sometimes child-like. He is basically Cooper's brother and he is usually laying down but he is protective.

Luna, a Siamese, would have platinum blonde hair and blue eyes w...

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The Peace That Time Left Behind

ValeraniaTheGreat✧˚.🔮🦇

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Beneath the willow, you will find

the truth forgotten by the mind.

The branches bend and sweep the ground,

a whispered secret all around.

They shade the creek where pebbles sleep,

and ancient promises they keep.

The roots sink deep in hallowed clay,

where sorrows of the bygone day

have seeped into the silent soil,

a history free from earthly toil.

And should you sit in leafy shade,

remembering vow...

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