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Nothing more Nothing less

Sitting together on the unusually large window sill, watching the flickering street lights breathing in and out. Once in a while, a person passes by, and you giggle and try and guess what they’re doing out that late. How they would react should they find out we’re seeing them from up here.

With your hair on my shoulder, lightly brushing the neck, I can’t help but be grateful for that moment with you. For having your warmth in my life. The heat of your spirit enveloping my every thought. I lift my free hand and give your cheek a brush, so you’ll gaze at me as I gaze unto you. The words go unsaid, and yet clearly communicated through the mild sighs, of a tranquil kind of passion. And gratitude.

Your fingers press softly around mine.

The world is vast and the future infinite, but next to you, I have a place. That’s what the fights are for. The misunderstandings and the hours which we spend upset. Every hurt feeling we unwind through awkward, uncomfortable discussion. Every moment spent in fear that it might be over. It is all for the sake of having this. This place where we belong. Fully accepted. Fully understood.

Loved.

No one deserves it. No one can do enough to earn it. But despite that, we both want each other to have it, and so it is that we give it. And we take it. As much as we can.

 More a dream than any other dream, really. That moment, visualized and experienced by imagination in an endless amount of situations with as much detail as the greatest of fantasies.

Truly a tale of fiction like no other.

Some of us are blessed, or just fortunate, but most get just what we deserve. Nothing more -- but at least -- nothing less. - Kuzcopia

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Every Week

Reality unwinds every week, when the flow of time stops beating and goes quiet -- no tick. When dreams reshape and passions regroup, desires re-organize and perform a coup.

And the heart refreshes.

Trust is regained, so the mind says. Confidence blooms for the coming days. The core of the soul yawns, opens its eyes, and awakens once more.

And notes it has been there before.This time will be different, every other part says. So hopes the Spirit, that it will be as it is.But destiny winds, and thus comes the first tick. Reality’s again bound, and it has gotten no less sick.Thus everything freezes, dreadfully, gasping in dismay.Then I whisper breathe easy. Once more into the fray.- Kuzcopia

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I see fields of green

I see fields of bloody lilies, blowing in the wind.

Bloody fields of green long past, and leaves fasting in-between.

I see fields of ruined flowers, like nothing's ever been.

Reddened pastures full of has-beens, and miseries never seen.

I still dream of pretty lilies, blowing in the wind.

Healthy fields of green well vivid, and leaves dancing in-between.

I still dream of pretty flowers, like all have ever been.

Real pastures without fissures, and joy without sin.

Kuzco

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The Greater the Goal...

The greater the potential, the more inevitable failure feels. #Kuzcopia #ShortStory #KuzShorts

Joel was born in a valley. The Valley wasn’t so deep the residents couldn’t look over at the beautiful and grand landscape that surrounded them, but it was deep enough that they had to climb to get anywhere. People in that valley town were fond of getting somewhere. The valley possessed beautiful and nourishing lakes and bore fruit to quite some delicacies. Alas, it lacked beaches, and was too…

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Dreams are not Real

A particularly short short story about a boy who had no dreams. #Kuzcopia #DreamsAreNotReal

There was once a child who had no dreams. All he had were things he wanted to do, that he was certain he was going to do. With hard work and enough effort, his friends and family convinced him they were wonderful dreams to strive for and that he was capable of accomplishing them. He grew up to be a good and kind man, full of dreams which he kept alive and, in turn, they powered and refreshed him…

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Aegis Omega - Brother in Arms (4)

For the sake of his friend, Nino steps into a new world.

PREV Chapter 4: A calculated risk. “You have failed in that you have sought to accomplish your goals by yourself!” the red ranger yelled. “The power you have attained through your greed and personal efforts cannot compare to the power we wield together! As a team!” “As friends!” Said the white ranger, to punctuate how they had grown to be inseparable, despite their initial heated rivalry. Two ten…

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Aegis Omega - Brother in Arms (2)

People who think you choose your friends vs people who don't. #Kuzcopia #AegisOmega #TheGang

PREV Chapter 2: Childhood Friends. “Pass it, pass it! Hey!” Someone screamed in the distance. “So you two ain’t dating?” Bruno asked. Nino turned around with a smirk. “What?” He asked, since was trying to pay attention to the soccer match they were playing and so didn’t get the context of what his goalkeeper had said. “You’re not with Mia?” Bruno asked again. “I can take a crack?” “Man, from what…

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Aegis Omega - Brother in Arms (1)

Aegis Omega - The Gang, a novelization of character backgrounds from the comic. Now monthly.

PREV Chapter 1: The Butterfly It was a hot day. But then, it’s most always a hot day in Brazil. The sun shines through whatever measly clouds attempt to defend the people on the ground when they even deem to show up, and on that summer day, none could muster up the courage. People are braver things, however. With arms and legs mostly bare, and some even sick enough to wear thin jackets, the…

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Aegis Omega - Brother in Arms (0)

Aegis Omega - The Gang, a novelization of character backgrounds from the comic. Now monthly.

Everyone has a past. Everyone is as much part of history as it is part of them. The past shapes the present which influences the future, at every conceivable level of existence, and so there is no decision that is made objectively. At the same time, there are no two people who would make the same decision in every situation. Despite the influences of the world, and past lives, the individual…

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Aegis Omega - Keiji's Journal (1)

Aegis Omega - Keiji's Journal, now updating monthly with four updates like these. #Kuzcopia

First thing that comes to mind is that this isn’t very manly. Writing a journal. Logging my thoughts of complaint because I’m not strong enough to bury them away from my mind. At the end of the day, however, I feel I should do it anyway. The man who lives in my house and pays the rent and utilities. He doesn’t talk to me, he hates me. People at school? They don’t really talk to me, I look too…

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One of my fav comic book moments.

Checkmate

Injustice: Gods Among Us #26

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‪His memory will forever burn brightly in our hearts. Thank you, Monty.‬

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Left behind by time

Age is pretty relative until it’s crippling. Partly due to this inescapable feeling that I’ll be escaping the consequences that time will be inflicting. The more I see, the more I respect those who have seen more. The more I hear, the more I respect those who’ve been in it before. The truth is a rumored river that is indistinguishable from all others, from an outside point of view, and nowadays, everyone picks one with full indisputable certainty, and then hate and fear everyone else.

I missed a rhyme there, I’m aware, but some things are more important than rhyming fares with mares and orange with porridge. It’s Christmas, a no longer valued tale of ultimate hope fulfilled of a salvation made available to all of us, and thus, I’m forced to remember the kindness that is so absent from the world. Some words really should be bold, and underlined and italicized, so maybe then we’d all remember what shoulda been prioritized.

Being right, not arguing the side. Being kind, not winning the fight. That we tried, not acting on fright.

Forgiveness. Compassion. Understanding. Respect. Honor. Honesty.

Where have they gone? I look around and all is lost or withdrawn. Like the years, and the age, they become just words on a page. Left behind by time. 

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Thunuk has about had it with all this cold in all this mountain #ShadowConclave #Kuzcopia

PREV PART 5 S: LBA cut us off. They have infiltrated the mansion. S: We make for the mansion by foot. Hope to reach it before the beasts. It would be better to be taken. S: We need a mage. S: MG, we need a mage. S: MG, when I see you, I will punch you. The Shadow nearly ripped the scroll apart, she was so mad. Zaniyah sneezed next to her. Thunuk retched and spat out a blog of mucus, and then he…

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Fall of Magni(23.4) The Shadow

Shadow and company cry out for help. The Mad Genius gives no reply. #ShadowConclave #Kuzcopia

PREV PART 4 A prepubescent mustache, bloodied, on a face too young to be dead. The young man had nothing on him besides boxers, leather socks and gloves, and a sleeveless shirt plus the type of protective eye-ware you would find in a welder. He was utterly sweaty and sported some burns on top of that, all from operating the machine. He looked terrible, and the only thing Darkness was responsible…