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The Doctor will see you now.
Here you will see some NSFW stuff and blogs of everyday life and stuff that i stumblr across on the internets.
Im really into History, Classics, Shakespeare, Books and Comics, Roleplay and Games, and just chatting to like minded people.

Your Resident Kiwi.

I kinda wana right a SCP based on the Jumanji Tv show now.

around the boardgame and post i just reblogged.

  #SCP    #Jumanji    #writing    #prose    #me  

Let me tell you a tale

imageLong ago, when the only humans on the planet were Adam, Eve, Caine, and Abel, God smiled upon humanity. However, on one accursed day, God smiled on Abel’s sacrifice and not on Caine’s. Consumed with jealousy, Caine urged his brother into the fields, where he rose up against his own brother and slew him.


God, in infinite pain and sorrow, cursed Caine to damnation in the form of a eternal bloodlust which must be satisfied, as well as the fact that he shall never again feel the light of day, on penalty of death. Caine, gripped by anger and outrage cursed his God, and thus brought an even greater anger upon himself. Caine was thus cursed to eternity, ever mourning his sin and ever repeating it throughout time.

Thus we mourn for the first Kindred.

Thus we mourn for his eternal unrest and torment.

Thus we mourn for ourselves. 

For we are the Children of Caine, and we share his curse.

Embrace the curse and Embrace the very essence of what we are.

We are the Children of Caine.

We are the Children of Death.

  #Caine    #VBTM    #vampire the masquerade    #Vampire    #Writing    #Prose    #horror    #Rp    #Roleplay    #Whitewolf    #PnP    #Pen and Paper  

Something i wrote years ago, critique welcome

I know full well that I, myself, am one of them. I am what I fear, and that is what strives me to be different. 
I know exactly what I cant be if I give into the power, the lust, the temptation of it all, and I know that if I crossed that line, that defining point that separates men from monsters that there is no going back. 
I can already feel it, like a small demon on my shoulder saying to just do it, screw your morals and code, you know you want to do it, just end her pathetic little life so you can live another day. But I know the angel on my other side will kick his ass if he says any more. 

I remember someone once saying that people are born capable of great or terrible things, and then one day something comes along with the right amount of nudge to push us in the right or wrong direction.
I don’t know about you dear reader, but I plan on staying in the middle. You could say I straddle that line between the lesser of two evils anyway.


I can smell her skin, hear the blood being pumped through her body, it?s so close to the surface I could easily just take a little to sustain myself, or a lot to keep the lust at bay. She thinks she wants this life, to walk through the night as a Draculina, but she doesn’t realize the amount of hurt she will have to endure. “Do you really want this sweetheart? Do you know how much pain you will go through from this night onward?  People can sense a difference in their friends, they’ll know something is different about you, and will slowly grow suspicious of you, can you really put up with that? Can u handle the fact that you will become a…”
I can’t even bring myself to say it out loud, to label myself as that would be a big step, I search to find the most tack way of putting it but alas there is only one word for it… “Monster”

She looks at me with uncertain eyes, yet I already know her answer, The look on her face says it all.
She will speak the answer of a desperate child, a human child whose life is full of trivial worries and problems. I know those feelings far too well because I have had to live through them, twice over.
"Yes I am ready, yes I am willing, yes I am scared, and yes I want this. I am certain of it, I want to experience the life you have been branded with, but this time instead of being alone like you were I will have you by my side to watch over me, like an angel" my face lightens up with the kind label she gives me but I know I am not an angel, I know I’m partially more sinister than that, because I’ve seen my wings, & I know they are no longer white.
"As you wish, my pet" I whisper as I lean forward to begin the process that I know will take away my last shred of humanity. 

Her skin tastes so sweet and is so very soft against my lips, I do not wish to mark its flawlessness but what must be done, must be done.
I softly kiss the spot where I am to do the dark deed, and with that I sharply bite down on the clavicle of her shoulder and feel the blood well up into my mouth, pure utter ecstasy flows into my veins, I can feel the life drain from her as her body stiffens in my arms, she does not struggle, she simply holds onto me, tightly and bravely.

  #me    #mine    #2007    #writing    #prose  
hic omnes spes ingredientibus
The Divine Comedy - Dante Alighieri
  #I really want to read this    #The Divine Comedy    #Divina Commedia    #Inferno    #Classics    #Latin    #prose  

Something new.

Designated unit identification code: Al3X4601

Known as Alex to his programmers and Alek in the human black market trade circles, but to the NWPD strike force designation: Delta, he is known as AL3K the serial killer.
They will stop at nothing to catch him before anyone else does. 

  #Alexknight    #New Alex    #mine    #personal    #prose    #writing    #murder mystery    #serial killer    #death    #robotics    #novel    #i've been watching too much castle    #and POIROT  

Caine

Long ago, when the only humans on the planet were Adam, Eve, Caine, and Abel, God smiled upon humanity. However, on one accursed day, God smiled on Abel’s sacrifice and not on Caine’s. Consumed with jealousy, Caine urged his brother into the fields, where he rose up against his own brother and slew him.

God, in infinite pain and sorrow, cursed Caine to damnation in the form of a eternal bloodlust which must be satisfied, as well as the fact that he shall never again feel the light of day, on penalty of death. Caine, gripped by anger and outrage cursed his God, and thus brought an even greater anger upon himself. Caine was thus cursed to eternity, ever mourning his sin and ever repeating it throughout time.

Thus we mourn for the first Kindred.

Thus we mourn for his eternal unrest and torment.

Thus we mourn for ourselves. 

For we are the Children of Caine, and we share his curse.

Embrace the curse and Embrace the very essence of what we are.

We are the Children of Caine.

We are the Children of Death.

  #Vampires    #Prose    #writing  

Mage

Welcome 

Come, sit here by the fire.

So what shall we talk of? 

Shall we discuss the nature of Truth, or reality.


You seem confused by this 

Well allow me to teach you what I mean.

Look around you here in this room…

Is this really all here or is more hidden from your eyes, do other things lurk just outside your perception?

I see confusion in your eyes and pain as well, as the dagger slides into your spleen.

"Why?" your eyes say…

Well my child this is a lesson you must learn, I hope your kia remembers it, I shall watch you in your next life.

As I have watched many before you… 
ahh you have passed on, how I wish I could follow you.

But the farmer must pull many weeds to allow the corn to rise.

  #Tale    #Prose    #writing  

Sometimes i write stuff.

You must be very careful whom u betray in life, you wont be able to regain their trust very easily, they will always doubt what you say, second guess your statements and for the time being call you a lair.

" Liars share with those they deceive the desire not to be deceived "

it seems to me that because i once told a lie that i am forever doomed to be called a liar even if i am telling the truth. 

The boy who cried wolf, my name is Anthony, i think we would make firm friends.

Stay true to yourself you value the friendships you already have, because once u loose the trust of that friendship, it wont ever be the same, no matter how hard you try to gain it all back.

  #Lair    #lesson learned    #Stuff    #Prose  

Sometimes i write stuff.

Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.

But then there’s that one elusive sight. It can easily be explained by the above conditions, but something feels wrong about it. A chill down your spine, a slight pain in your side. Maybe even a complete blanking of your mind, only to recede moments later.

Should any of these symptoms be felt, there may be cause for worry. Our peripheral vision is designed to catch motion, even in the dark. This was used to defend against predators in our early days, and as with many aspects of our human nature, it has remained, but weakened.

This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.

  #Prose    #Writing    #Me    #self  

Sometimes i write stuff.

If i had the power in my being i would turn her, for her to feel close and safe from all of the other monsters out there in the dark night.

For if there is indeed a “monster” out there who could count himself as the knight in shinning armour, i’m sure he would not harm her, he would protect her, and would above all keep her warm in the cold of the night by wrapping his pitch black wings around her.

But her heart i cannot keep safe, the pieces are far too fragile and small for me to hold, i can collect them and give them back to her mind you, for once she mends it, i will ask her if i may hold onto it for a while. to keep it safe, to do my best to keep it warm.

  #Prose    #I was 17    #writing  

Sometimes i write stuff.

I know full well that I, myself, am one of them. I am what I fear, and that is what strives me to be different. 
I know exactly what I cant be if I give into the power, the lust, the temptation of it all, and I know that if I crossed that line, that defining point that separates men from monsters that there is no going back. 
I can already feel it, like a small demon on my shoulder saying to just do it, screw your morals and code, you know you want to do it, just end her pathetic little life so you can live another day. But I know the angel on my other side will kick his ass if he says any more. 

I remember someone once saying that people are born capable of great or terrible things, and then one day something comes along with the right amount of nudge to push us in the right or wrong direction. And I don?t know about you dear reader, but I plan on staying in the middle. I guess you could say I straddle that line between the lesser of two evils anyway.

I can smell her skin, hear the blood being pumped through her body, it?s so close to the surface I could easily just take a little to sustain myself, or a lot to keep the lust at bay. She thinks she wants this life, to walk through the night as a Draculina, but she doesn?t realise the amount of hurt she will have to endure. “Do you really want this sweetheart? Do you know how much pain you will go through from this night onwards? People can sense a difference in their friends, they’ll know something is different about you, and will slowly grow suspicious of you, can you really put up with that? Can u handle the fact that you will become a…” I can?t even bring myself to say it out loud, to label myself as that would be a big step, I search to find the most tack way of putting it but alas there is only one word for it… “Monster”
She looks at me with uncertain eyes, yet I already know her answer, it?s the answer of a desperate child, a human child whose life is full of trivial worries and problems. I know those feelings far too well because I have had to live through them myself twice over. “Yes I am ready, yes I am willing, yes I am scared, and yes I want this. I am certain of it, I want to experience the life you have been branded with, but this time instead of being alone like you were I will have you by my side to watch over me, like an angel” my face lightens up with the kind label she gives me but I know I am not an angel, I know I?m partially more sinister than that, because I’ve seen my wings, & I know they aren?t white any more. “As you wish, my pet” I whisper as I lean forward to begin the process that I know will take away my last shred of humanity. 
Her skin tastes so sweet and is so very soft against my lips, I do not wish to mark its flawlessness but what must be done, must be done. I softly kiss the spot where I am to do the dark deed, and with that I sharply bite down on the clavicle of her shoulder and feel the blood well up into my mouth, pure utter ecstasy flows into my veins, I can feel the life drain from her as her body stiffens in my arms, she does not struggle, she simply holds onto me, tightly and bravely.

  #Don't judge me    #I was 17    #Prose    #writing    #narative  

Wane of the moon.

He screamed, for hours on end, eyes blinded by sadness, on his knees begging for it to be over with. 
Surely he had put in the time and the effort needed.
He was on the verge of giving up, his patients worn down thin after the past few months.
Untill one day not long ago, his voice made no sound.
He stood there, perplexed by the silence.
Opening his eyes he realized, that there was no one there.
He realized that no one heard his screams, not even their echos.
Walking out of the woods he looked starward, and wondered to himself..

What name he should scream at the moon next. 

  #prose    #self writen    #felt good to write again