theycallmegas:

Not even in the Supernatural, but for one glorious day…

i am

dammit guys! i forgot to add the word “fandom” and nobody corrected me and i was left looking like a fool *sigh* 

Pafnik, The Odd One…

Chapter 3

While she took care of him, she managed to get his name; Zagdank. Since he realized she was not going to leave, he pointed out some special doors that opened passages to a kitchen and a bedroom. Pafnik soon made herself a home, placing her items in the bedroom and her patient on the bed. For several days she took care of him regardless of his retaliation and verbal abuse. Soon Zagdank gave up and freely allowed her to heal his wound.

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Pafnik, The Odd One…

handsofsybil:

Chapter 2

For several days, and possibly weeks, she struggled through her journey. She heaved up the steep hills, and tried to control her speed when she went down. She cleared the thick forest filled with vile creatures, which, due to her special skill, she was able to prevent from having her for dinner and giving them bits of what she had packed for herself. Having to waddle through muck, dirt and filth was not an easy either, but after son she finally reached her destination .There was nothing extra ordinary about the shore, except it had a giant statue of a young man by it. Not recognizing him, but assuming he was the god of the ocean in the land, she prepared herself and dove in.

Once in the water, everything changed, it wasn’t just an empty gulf any more, but it look like a temple of some sorts and it followed through what seemed to be a tunnel. As Pafnik traveled further in she noted that the designs on the wall seem to have an a secret code of some sorts, other designs looked more like people standing tall in a vast array of seaweed and fish. She mentally noted this and went further in. At the very of the tunnel was a door, she opened it, embraced for whatever may come at her.

Strangely enough she no longer felt waterlogged. The room was completely dry. There were book shelves at each corner, a table with some writing parchment on it, and a chair. Though what was in the room was as simple as such, each item looked glorious. The books shelves were lively in color and held a handsome collection of volumes of several books. The table was thick and strong and curved ever so brilliantly, which also applied to the chair. The room walls were magnificent ranges for jewels and precious stones. Pafnik was in such awe she didn’t notice then young man in the shadows of the far right corner until he spoke, she nearly jumped out of her skin. He asked for her business there, seeming somewhat displeased by her presence. She stated her mission and reason, but as she did so, the man’s dislike for her became too visible by his expressions to go unnoticed. He tried to convince her that the tooth wasn’t there and she was on a fruitless journey, but Pafnik refused to believe that. When the man realized that was not going to work he went straight to the point and told him she bothered him and she must leave immediately. After some struggle, the man, extremely strong nearly pushed Pafnik all the way out of the door until he suddenly stumbled and fell. Only then did Pafnik notice his leg, from the ankle to the knee, was in bondage. She quickly dropped down, carried him and laid him on top of the desk. As he screamed words of disapproval and discouragement, she examined the wound. Never had she seen such a massive wound before. She searched through the items she brought along, and took out many bottles of concoctions, herbs and branched. She began to mix this and that together and applying it to the now calmed down man. As she began to medicate him, she couldn’t help but notice how young he was, how perfectly his eyes reflected the ocean, how soft his curly brunet hair seemed, and how very masculine he was.She also realized the statue by the shore was of him. He was a god.

Pafnik, The Odd One…

Chapter 2

For several days, and possibly weeks, she struggled through her journey. She heaved up the steep hills, and tried to control her speed when she went down. She cleared the thick forest filled with vile creatures, which, due to her special skill, she was able to prevent from having her for dinner and giving them bits of what she had packed for herself. Having to waddle through muck, dirt and filth was not an easy either, but after son she finally reached her destination .There was nothing extra ordinary about the shore, except it had a giant statue of a young man by it. Not recognizing him, but assuming he was the god of the ocean in the land, she prepared herself and dove in.

Once in the water, everything changed, it wasn’t just an empty gulf any more, but it look like a temple of some sorts and it followed through what seemed to be a tunnel. As Pafnik traveled further in she noted that the designs on the wall seem to have an a secret code of some sorts, other designs looked more like people standing tall in a vast array of seaweed and fish. She mentally noted this and went further in. At the very of the tunnel was a door, she opened it, embraced for whatever may come at her.

Strangely enough she no longer felt waterlogged. The room was completely dry. There were book shelves at each corner, a table with some writing parchment on it, and a chair. Though what was in the room was as simple as such, each item looked glorious. The books shelves were lively in color and held a handsome collection of volumes of several books. The table was thick and strong and curved ever so brilliantly, which also applied to the chair. The room walls were magnificent ranges for jewels and precious stones. Pafnik was in such awe she didn’t notice then young man in the shadows of the far right corner until he spoke, she nearly jumped out of her skin. He asked for her business there, seeming somewhat displeased by her presence. She stated her mission and reason, but as she did so, the man’s dislike for her became too visible by his expressions to go unnoticed. He tried to convince her that the tooth wasn’t there and she was on a fruitless journey, but Pafnik refused to believe that. When the man realized that was not going to work he went straight to the point and told him she bothered him and she must leave immediately. After some struggle, the man, extremely strong nearly pushed Pafnik all the way out of the door until he suddenly stumbled and fell. Only then did Pafnik notice his leg, from the ankle to the knee, was in bondage. She quickly dropped down, carried him and laid him on top of the desk. As he screamed words of disapproval and discouragement, she examined the wound. Never had she seen such a massive wound before. She searched through the items she brought along, and took out many bottles of concoctions, herbs and branched. She began to mix this and that together and applying it to the now calmed down man. As she began to medicate him, she couldn’t help but notice how young he was, how perfectly his eyes reflected the ocean, how soft his curly brunet hair seemed, and how very masculine he was.She also realized the statue by the shore was of him. He was a god.

Pafnik, The Odd One…

In a land where creatures roamed freely, the ocean beautifully glistened, food was abundant, trees and grass was tremendously luscious, and neighbors were more than friendly.Everything and everyone was peaceful with each other. This land was Creik. Criek had a hill that overlooked every neighborhood, farm and forest. On top of that hill was a mansion known to the locals as “House of Summa Vivo” where the hallways, made of marble, put the sun to shame. The doors made of the finest ebony and mahogany wood. Sturdy and strong. Walls, made with bits of opal, benitoite, sapphire, topaz and graphite, have help up the building for nearly five centuries. Within the building, in the great hall, were six white grand impeccable statues. They were of the gods of Criek. The grandest of them all, at dead center, sitting on the most striking throne, was of the all superior Elohim. God of all other gods. He wore a majestic crown, adorn by many precious stones, and a fine toga, a ring, an illustrious pair of sandals and had a scepter in his grip. On his right hand side was his wife, Eliha, also seated on a grand throne but not as grand as that of her husband’s. Her long hair sculpted into a vast braid, with her crown on top of it. She also wore a ring, with that very same hand was sculpted petting a lion with a wild mane. Further more to the right were their daughters; Acionna, the goddess of water, Dia Ainmhi, goddess of creatures, and Pertania, goddess of agriculture. All adorn with magnificent, but plain looking crowns compared to that of Elohim and Eliha. Toward the left side of the hall were three masculine statue of Poder, god of strength and power; the only son of Elohim and Eliha. Each god had something to represent their power over the various elements; a jar, a horn, a hoe, and bars of iron. Those were the gods of Creik, and that was the temple they lived in, but there was one goddess which was not given a place within that great hall, her name was Pafnik; Pafnik ‘the odd one.’

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(this doesn’t have a title…)

I’m tired of writing poems about you.

So this shall be the last.

I promise.

I swear.

My dear ex-dear.

I don’t wish you the worst

But most definitely not the best

Time to make the past rest

Like the beauty sleep

You most absolutely need.

I’m done here

So you move on your way

And tell the vermin in your beard

I say hey.

(hehehehehe) 

(this doesn’t have a title…)

I know of a cat in a box
it may be dead or not

I kept quiet about it
when my mother lost her father

My mother cried until she didn’t
She broke some plates and went away

The cat was still in its box
I didn’t want to know if it was dead

The lid was on when my mother’s sister came to visit
she knew not of her father

Until she did
she broke some plates and went away

I wanted to go with them
my father said I shouldn’t

That it hurt them because it mattered
and it mattered because they love him

I understood what they wanted
and what I wanted

To see the cat alive
and not be dead

I looked at the cat in the box
and opened it because it mattered.

theycallmegas:

ok…so i dont really do new years resolutions, but i saw this one and thought it was a cool idea.

and i really need to discipline myself. 

So what im gonna do is post a piece of art (it is most likely gonna be written art) on this blog once every week :) i’ll start later today! (not procrastinating..it’s 3:14 am and i need to sleep)

i hope you like what i have to share. 

now to figure out a punishment for myself if i dont post…like i said DISCIPLINE! 

Haven’t posted in a long while ….

1. my dad broke my camera so….yea…no photog for a while

2. for some reason in college, my creativity is just….blllllaaaaaaaaah….. and i havent been able to write anything good for a while

sorry for the disappointment! :( 

but i’ll be on vacation soon and hopefully that will get my creativity back on track!