Merphie BURP
Terrible Eighth Grade Poetry: “Prove them Wrong”

The popping veins, corruption reins,

Abide by law; Sley or be slein,

Don’t surrender to lies, it’s not all in vain.

You possess a strengthening will, you should be proud to contain.

 Don’t succumb to them, for they are only mindless drones,

Their little “kings” and “queens” are never to aquire the throne,

You can do so much, ignore the cruelty they’ve shown.

Don’t waste such potential, Don’t risk losing the essential,

In our rotting society consisting of monkey brutality,

Such distractions will lose all reality.

Forget it all, the malicious malgnity, and the masochistic depravity.

But never forget the effort used so admirably, despite brought to animality.

 Remember, you can be free,

While their words carry no respectful boundary,

You have the will, to find your glee.

Be strong,

Prove their judgement wrong,

 Find the place where you belong.

Be you,

there’s so much more than the nonsense they spew,

They could not possibly be anymore of an issue.

Create,

just for you, many paths patiently await,

There will be others, who will also relate.

Inspire,

such thrills beg for your desire,

don’t be so afraid to eat away at what you aspire.

Forget them, they are nothing more than nubs of slime,

All they wish is to waste your time,

Now you can finally move on, right? New adrenaline rushes through your enzymes,

but look at you now, you’re already lost in this rhyme.

  Rolond, or popularly dubbed “Rotuge”, a sold slave that defied the “Godfather”, who rules the land and sporter of despotic abuse of authority, is “cursed” using the body of a slaughtered mouse. What he doesn’t know is that this “curse” is also a key to freeing all of Duversa, the neighboring country of Vesria, of the foul serpent they all know as “Godfather”. With his seemingly divine senses, he’s rumored to steal the souls of his enemies by simply opening his eyes, which are usually closed. Many speculate, but common belief says he comforts dying spirits and welcome them into his own for temporary bliss, until their remorse is lifted. They say that is why he grows a body similar to a cat’s, and bears fangs of a wolf. Some are lucky enough to see his wings sprout about, and some are unlucky enough to see the slithering serpent rise from his tail while it’s injecting powerful toxins.
  But enough of hearsay. This mighty god, or demon (that’s for YOU to decide), guts literally spill out in the attempt of a tutelary attack, but is later saved by an acquaintance, to protect the land as a permanent paladin. Despite his short temper and seemingly selfish behavior, he never takes it upon himself to search for his shattered past, which he barely remembers if at all. The rumor of his deadly eyes are untrue, for the most part. Rolond uses telepathic powers to see, since his hated color is crimson, a color he’s seen since he was imprisoned, and forced to see ever since his curse. When closed, he can see the world for what it is. He is easily manipulated, which is his most downsided trait. He’s easily offended and doesn’t take insults very well.
“I used to question everything, but instead of answers, the questions recoiled just like the depression that hides behind my reflection.” -Rolond Raddeck

  Rolond, or popularly dubbed “Rotuge”, a sold slave that defied the “Godfather”, who rules the land and sporter of despotic abuse of authority, is “cursed” using the body of a slaughtered mouse. What he doesn’t know is that this “curse” is also a key to freeing all of Duversa, the neighboring country of Vesria, of the foul serpent they all know as “Godfather”. With his seemingly divine senses, he’s rumored to steal the souls of his enemies by simply opening his eyes, which are usually closed. Many speculate, but common belief says he comforts dying spirits and welcome them into his own for temporary bliss, until their remorse is lifted. They say that is why he grows a body similar to a cat’s, and bears fangs of a wolf. Some are lucky enough to see his wings sprout about, and some are unlucky enough to see the slithering serpent rise from his tail while it’s injecting powerful toxins.

  But enough of hearsay. This mighty god, or demon (that’s for YOU to decide), guts literally spill out in the attempt of a tutelary attack, but is later saved by an acquaintance, to protect the land as a permanent paladin. Despite his short temper and seemingly selfish behavior, he never takes it upon himself to search for his shattered past, which he barely remembers if at all. The rumor of his deadly eyes are untrue, for the most part. Rolond uses telepathic powers to see, since his hated color is crimson, a color he’s seen since he was imprisoned, and forced to see ever since his curse. When closed, he can see the world for what it is. He is easily manipulated, which is his most downsided trait. He’s easily offended and doesn’t take insults very well.

“I used to question everything, but instead of answers, the questions recoiled just like the depression that hides behind my reflection.” -Rolond Raddeck

Character Sheet for “The Act of Avenging Angels”

  I realize I have been absent for quite a while, but there’s been some personal issues goin’ on lately that’ve been distracting. BUT THAT’S NOT MY EXCUSE! My excuse is, I’ve been writing and brainstorming! Even as I type this, I’m working on the final drawing of Rotuge, or Rolond, my main character for a story I’m writing. Yeah, I realize I’m getting a little full of myself when I say “I’m writing a story”, but c’mon…gimme a chance. And if you’re interested, read my journal entry here:

http://merphnubs.deviantart.com/journal/Character-Sheet-for-quot-The-Act-of-Avenging-Ange-298974336

It’s quite a list, so I didn’t want to post it all in this little Tumblr post. That’s be terrible for you followers of mine, wouldn’t it? See, I’m considerate. Besides, I don’t wanna be very intruding. Anyways, a few things about this list. It is still ongoing. WOW! Yeah, I’m still full of ideas. But be aware, there may be spoilers. I don’t think you’ll remember them by the time I actually post the first chapter or anything, but…um…they’re there. I won’t say what is a spoiler and what’s not, so I really doubt you’ll remember anything like this. Especially since it’s just drabble so I can remember names. Speaking of the names, I’d like to know what you guys think…I spent all day yesterday making those names up. So, do they suck as much as my self-concious is telling me? Please, ignore the spelling mistakes…I didn’t edit this, afterall…

Here’s a finished animation of one of my new characters. NO, Rotuge is NOT a Pokemon OC.

Plastic surgery? No, no…just glass eyeballs.

Plastic surgery? No, no…just glass eyeballs.

How this all came to mind is beyond me. I thought it was just brilliant, to have a realm-a prison of sorts that has roaming monstrosities infecting the land by day and hungry insides burning, eating away at all inhabitants by night. I also thought it would be perfect for some tragic comedy in future projects. More to come…

How this all came to mind is beyond me. I thought it was just brilliant, to have a realm-a prison of sorts that has roaming monstrosities infecting the land by day and hungry insides burning, eating away at all inhabitants by night. I also thought it would be perfect for some tragic comedy in future projects. More to come…


This was possibly the most tedious picture I’ve ever done. But I enjoyed working on it so much. I drew it in my notebook of all things, snapped a picture with my camera, and then proceeded to edit it digitally.

This was possibly the most tedious picture I’ve ever done. But I enjoyed working on it so much. I drew it in my notebook of all things, snapped a picture with my camera, and then proceeded to edit it digitally.

Senseless, spontaneous drabble led me to this abomination of god-the anti christ. I’m kidding. You should laugh now.

Senseless, spontaneous drabble led me to this abomination of god-the anti christ. I’m kidding. You should laugh now.

Sweet, secure, sincere, and impatient.
Pft, this puzzle is off. I AM NOT impatient.
Well, since you’re all wondering, today was awesome, but the paint on my canvas needs to HURRY UP AND DRY.
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What did you get?
 
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Sweet, secure, sincere, and impatient.

Pft, this puzzle is off. I AM NOT impatient.

Well, since you’re all wondering, today was awesome, but the paint on my canvas needs to HURRY UP AND DRY.

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What did you get?

 

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I hope this clown thing doesn’t become a habit.

I hope this clown thing doesn’t become a habit.

Meh. Not much to say about this piece. Uh…it’s concept art….there’s a big moon in it…whatever.

Meh. Not much to say about this piece. Uh…it’s concept art….there’s a big moon in it…whatever.

“I sleep here, day and night…
For months and years.
Hidden from sight.
In this cold, this isolation, there’s nothing to do, nothing except canibalizing every ounce of my curiousity.
 I’m so cold…but I don’t trust Warmth.
To have no faith, to hate what is misunderstood, the feeling is so empty.
 I have so many regrets.
I’ve wasted it all on Angst, the only friend I’ve kept beside me through it all, and the only friend that has betrayed me.
To everyone else that I shut away, I must look funny, because as long as it isn’t them, as long as I cannot be recognized, it could be funny, to see someone ironically succumb to death, the Dying Silhouette.”
A poem I wrote a while back for the holiday season. It really reflects on me personally, when I look back at it. I’m actually pleased with this result, from the picture and my poem. It’s supposed to be about an un-identified individual that has locked away everything from their life, because of their hatred for mankind and the world. Soon that individual travels a great distance north, ignorant on where he or she is going. He or she risks it all to find his or her answers, because this angsty individual is sick of looking down on things, and wants a change. But along the journey, he or she is derailed, stuck in a snowstorm, forced to hope and have faith in the so hated humanity that this individual has always pushed away. Dying how he or she wished. To be alone, and not pestered by irritants. But this death wasn’t what this individual had expected, thus he or she freezes to death, irony laughing at him or her.
Pretty dark, I know, but I thought it was cute.

“I sleep here, day and night…

For months and years.

Hidden from sight.

In this cold, this isolation, there’s nothing to do, nothing except canibalizing every ounce of my curiousity.

 I’m so cold…but I don’t trust Warmth.

To have no faith, to hate what is misunderstood, the feeling is so empty.

 I have so many regrets.

I’ve wasted it all on Angst, the only friend I’ve kept beside me through it all, and the only friend that has betrayed me.

To everyone else that I shut away, I must look funny, because as long as it isn’t them, as long as I cannot be recognized, it could be funny, to see someone ironically succumb to death, the Dying Silhouette.”

A poem I wrote a while back for the holiday season. It really reflects on me personally, when I look back at it. I’m actually pleased with this result, from the picture and my poem. It’s supposed to be about an un-identified individual that has locked away everything from their life, because of their hatred for mankind and the world. Soon that individual travels a great distance north, ignorant on where he or she is going. He or she risks it all to find his or her answers, because this angsty individual is sick of looking down on things, and wants a change. But along the journey, he or she is derailed, stuck in a snowstorm, forced to hope and have faith in the so hated humanity that this individual has always pushed away. Dying how he or she wished. To be alone, and not pestered by irritants. But this death wasn’t what this individual had expected, thus he or she freezes to death, irony laughing at him or her.

Pretty dark, I know, but I thought it was cute.

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

stormcloud:

apparently 2011 had the lowest amount of suicides since the 1970s.

are we going to let the 70s win

everyone kill yourselves and teach those hippies a lesson

I really don’t know why this was so funny to me

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girlgoesgrrr:

Truth. 

girlgoesgrrr:

Truth.