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Frozen Despair: IntroductionOnce again, silence came from the other side of the door. The persistent begging to come out and play had stopped. However, the sense of relief was short lived and quickly replaced by a bottomless chasm of loneliness. More than anything else, Elsa missed her little sister, but fear of the inability to control her powers made it necessary that she distance herself. Of course, Anna didn’t understand. Anna didn’t remember what had happened, which was both a blessing and a curse. Elsa didn’t think she could handle Anna’s looks of fear and maybe even hatred.Frozen Despair: Introduction by Gentlewolf
Elsa walked to the window, which she kept shut tight In spite of it being a warm, spring afternoon with rays of sunshine spilling into her room. She distanced herself from the world around her in order to keep everyone safe and to keep everyone from looking at her as if she were a monster. However, the price that she paid in return was almost unbearable.
Alone...Tick Tock, Tick Tock…Alone... by Gentlewolf
The living room clock resonates through the night…
As I sit here thinking, and conclude that my mind’s not right.
I imagine a pair of strong arms holding me tight,
Yet miles upon miles away, my husband is working with all of his might.
Another thought comes, and I ponder…
If I’d made the right decision would things have come to pass…
Or would a little longer my mother’s life had last?
Chasing away those thoughts before I cry
I think of yet another who never said goodbye…
Counting my blessings of which I have many,
And the future looks to have plenty…
Yet the past is hard to leave behind
Even though it hasn’t been so kind…
How do I move forward on my own?
With these feelings of being all alone?
Yet through this all, let it be known…
That my husband will one day be home…
Another best friend I will one day meet,
Though what I lost it will never replace…
And while my mother’s hea
ChangeChange…Change by Gentlewolf
Like a phantom in the night
It’s unexpected and cruel.
Yet come mornings light,
There may be a renewal.
Like a baby bird about to take flight
Reluctant and scared
To it’s nest it holds on tight
Yet at the end of the plight
When we take time to review
The reasons against which we fight
Can be seen from a different view
Despite its unwelcome sight
And our wish for things to stay the same,
A new future that is bright
Could be waiting for you to claim.
Samhain TimeThe veil grows thinnerSamhain Time by Gentlewolf
With each passing day…
It’s time for the light
To go away…
The time for the living
Is coming to an end…
It’s time for the dead
That we must commend…
Honor those who have
Of which our memories
Will always last…
For the more sinister
Who tricks do play,
We dress up and decorate
To keep at bay…
For the loved ones we wish
One more time to meet,
A treat we leave outside
For us to greet.
The White Horse vs. The Black SteedI wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight. I learned a long time ago that the prince on the white horse had a hidden agenda. I had lived the story of “The Notebook” by Nicholas Sparks. However, my love life took on a different ending from that of the book. My high school sweetheart left me with our one-month old daughter and my one and a half year old son. I was busy pulling myself back together, while caring for the two who needed me the most, and decided that I didn’t have the time to be depressed about it. I needed to move on.The White Horse vs. The Black Steed by Gentlewolf
I wasn’t looking for love. It was love that found me. It didn’t arrive in the form of a prince riding a white horse. Instead, it came as a warrior who wielded a black steed. He was the last person whom I would have ever expected to love. Our love developed slowly and was gradual. We were completely opposite of one another and he was a friend to my e
Bi-Misconceptions - Part 1The annoying buzz of the alarm clock drilled through the mind of Rylie Richardson and jolted her into consciousness. With a groan, the twenty-seven year old silenced the sound and fell back on her pillow. How could it be morning already? It felt like she had just gone to bed.Bi-Misconceptions - Part 1 by Gentlewolf
After dozing for a few more minutes, Rylie rolled over to bury her face into the pillow on the other – empty – side of the bed. One deep breath filled her nostrils with the still-lingering, sweet scent of the person who should have been there: her girlfriend, Erin Martin, or, rather, her ex-girlfriend.
Last week Erin had uttered those two unimaginable words, “I’m bisexual.”
“So you’re into men now?” Rylie recalled the reaction that she had. At first, she had been joking, but Erin didn’t take her comment so lightly.
“If I happen to see one that I think is cute,” Erin shrugged. “I’m i
Bi-Misconceptions - Part 2Her hair was cut up to her ears and buzzed underneath in the back. It felt refreshing and light and, best of all, stayed out of her eyes! She walked into the local gay bar with new-found confidence, ready to begin a new future.Bi-Misconceptions - Part 2 by Gentlewolf
“Hey, Rylie! “ Her name was called out from across the room and soon there was a beautiful red-head with long, wavy hair bounding towards her. She was quickly caught up in a hug and a soft, plump set of lips were pressed against hers in a brief kiss. “Wow! You look great! I love the new hair!”
“Hi, Steph!” She greeted her friend with a cheerful laugh and returned the hug before trying to duck away from having her hair ruffled. “Thanks, I love it too, just the way it is… not messed up.” She grinned and caught Stephanie’s idle hand.
Stephanie was one of her oldest friends, and her first crush. They had known each other since grade school. S
The B in LGBT Pink, blue, and purple: out of all the colors it would have to be those three. I don’t mind blue and purple so much, but pink… why not red? Red is the primary color, after all, but I suppose it is also more masculine. There needs to be a balance, a representation of masculine, feminine, and both or other. In spite of my intense dislike for the color (which isn’t as bad since my second daughter was born) I wear these colors proudly, the colors of the bisexual flag.The B in LGBT by Gentlewolf
I wouldn’t say that I’ve been in the closet for the past twenty years. I simply haven’t been obvious about it. The people who need to know, know: my husband and those select individuals that I have chosen to inform. In high school I was told, “It’s just a phase.” Out of high school I was told, in two separate long-term relationships, that I had to “stop liking girls.” Denying my s
Current Residence: NW Indiana|
Favourite genre of music: I'm very Eclectic. I like all different types of music.
Favourite style of art: Whatever catches my eye
Favourite book: Memoirs of a Geisha and War of the Fae
Favourite movie: Spirited Away & The Vision of Escaflowne
Favourite cartoon/Anime character(s): Li Syaoran from CardCaptor Sakura, Sokka & Toph from ATLA, and Shin-ah from Akatsuki no Yona
Personal Quote: If age is a matter of feeling and not of years, then I'm 25
After being sick for the past couple of weeks, I’m finally feeling better. I’m feeling more like myself. It didn’t help that it was so cold around here last week. I was dressing in layers, not only during the day, but to bed, as well. The cold doesn’t usually affect me so bad. I’m glad the temperatures have been back up around 32 for the past couple of days. Looks like temperatures are going to stay above 32 all week, too. It’s even supposed to get up into the 40’s. WooHoo!
So, we’ve had our third Pathfinder game, today. We now have all three kids playing. I'm really loving my character, the Changeling Oracle! I’m finding that I’m really getting into character with her. I ended up taking our party in a completely different direction from what the Game Master was planning because I was thinking “how my character should think.”
The GM made an awesome Rogue and Ranger for my daughter’s to play. My son, unfortunately, has a lot to learn about THINKING before he says his character is doing something... he almost got the whole party killed tonight... Thank goodness my Oracle’s mystery is Life, so I have lots of healing options available to me, along with a lot of damage to undead options.
My older daughter plays a kicks ass rogue who has a dagger of bane (I think) and does amazing with her attack and damage roles against undead. My youngest daughter plays a ranger who has a bonus with her first favored enemy being undead. So they both get really excited that they are able to do a lot of damage. Now if only we could get my son to calm it down with his fighter. Too often he tries to use Non-Player Character knowledge, he does stupid stuff or says his character is doing something completely unnecessary all because he want his character to do SOMETHING rather than to wait and let the rest of the party do what they do best.
Unfortunately our other player hasn't showed up for the past two games. His character was some kind of a deamon trainer or something. We kept teasing him and saying that he was a pokemon trainer. He hasn’t come back since our first game. Oh well, that's his loss... Even though it’s challenging playing with the kids, it’s still also a lot of fun, and just think, we’re training the next generation of gamers.
So… aside for that… the kids are all sick. I feel like a pharmacist with how much medicine I’m giving them… One has an ear infection and is taking antibiotics, another is having issues with her sinuses, too… and the last is just fighting a cold…
Adam, is on his was to California… The way his schedule has been, I don’t get to talk to him much, because he is usually sleeping when I’m able to call him. He’s been on the road for just about a month, now… I’m really missing him.
I want to get back to writing… but I haven’t has much time to write. I was going to bed super early while I was really sick. I’m slowly getting ideas back into my head… nothing so much original, though. Mostly just fanfiction. I’m currently reading this series on my Kindle that has been taking up what little spare time I can find. I’m really captured by it and it is kind of inspiring me to continue my story about Kiana and Rayna from my original short story, fav.me/d2i3tpu.
Well, I should get going. I’ve been trying to get to bed before 10:30… so that I can get roughly 7 hours of sleep…
|Don't quit when the tide is lowest, |
For it's just about to turn;
Don't quit over doubts and questions,
For there's something you may learn.
Don't quit when the night is darkest,
For it's just awhile 'til dawn;
Don't quit when you've run the farthest,
For the race is almost won.
Don't quit when the hill is steepest,
For your goal is almost nigh;
Don't quit, for you're not a failure
Until you fail to try.
|"A fictional story... has been conceived by an artist with words, shaped by the writer's imagination, much as a sculptor shapes a statue." ~Jean Fiedler|