mannikinArt, she says, is to rearrange. In trying to draw, one tries to imitate God. The dragon, a creature of human whim, is an odd conglomerate of snakes, bats, lizards, and other already existing things. It, as a whole, is a new object, complete with attached meanings and connotations. But we have only reached into the Artists paint box and borrowed in order to create something we can loosely call our own. Who created the dragon; is it possible to name an individual? Indeed, it is rather that a collective human imagination has created this thing called Dragon over time.
Can you think of a new color?
Day by day, on the artists desk, there is a wooden android that holds a pose according to command. And it waits to be clothed, to be given a face, given skin, bones, muscle; it waits, fettered, unable to move on its own will, completely still the perfect model for observational drawing. The artist hardly thinks to thank the wooden statue for its help. These things with which s
Ask N1. What's your full name?
"I uh well " N mumbled faintly, eyes left and right.
"Natural Harmonia Gropius," White laughed loudly as she said his name.
"Hey!" N scowled bashfully at the still laughing girl.
2. What do you like?
"Pokemon!" N beamed in joy and excitement. "They are just the most precious, most amazing creatures ever! I would do anything and everything to protect them even if it takes my life away. It is vile mockery to say that I like them, but I love them!" The young man fisted his chest in pride.
3. Where do babies come from?
"Ah well " N scratched the back of his neck, thinking. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. "Now I remember! You see, if there is a male Patrat and a female Patrat, they will stand close to each other and purr at each other with such loving tones. Then the two will walk together and nuzzle their heads with each other and still be making loving tones."
"And then hearts will be floating above th
Innocent (Ferriswheelshipping one-shot)
White brushed her hand across the cold stone wall beside her. The Plasma castle, a place she had visited often over the past two years. She didn’t know why she felt such a strong connection to the place, but she figured it had something to do with the boy that had once resided in it.
Her steps were faster this visit however, and not because she was in a hurry, but because she was excited. She had seen something she had hoped to spot for nearly two years now, and she wanted to know if her eyes had played a cruel trick on her.
She had been walking out of the Pokémon League, after once again defeating Alder, and as she always did, she glanced up at the now crumbling tower. It would usually stir up memories, and she would feel a hint of longing, but this time something had caught her eye: a spot of green.
White had waited for the day N would return with baited breath, and now if she had seen right, surely he was back. A thought flew through her mind. What if it was only Ghetsis; the
N's Emotions1. Happy N
"White! This is such a beautiful day! Let's have a little walk!" N happily cheered as he tugged the stunned girl's arm.
2. Sad N
N wept uncontrollably as he hid in the bathroom. "How dare you, White I trusted you How dare you say such words?!" He wailed in despair, hands cupping his teary-eyed face.
On the other side was White, feeling slightly guilty, yet mostly frustrated. "N, all I said was that that pink purse makes you look like a girl. Hell, I think that purse is for girls." She knocked on the door and turned on the knob. But to her dismay, it was locked tight.
Hugging the pink handbag that had ruffles stitched on it, N stubbornly cried, "YOU KNOW NOTHING!"
3. Angry N
"I am not a child!" N stomped his foot angrily as he sat in front of White. "How dare you say I am a kid, White. I am 23 for Arceus sake!"
"Fine! Then get off the damn swing!" White shouted back, getting very agitated at N's stubborn behaviour.
N, who wa
.chromatology - Prologue
Is there someone that is so important to you that you can scarcely imagine what your life would be like if they had never graced it with their presence? If so, I am immensely envious of you, because I can envision exactly what my future would have been had I not met her, and it still frightens me to my core. She saved me, and there is no possible way for me to repay her in full for everything she has done.
There are roughly 7.3 billion people in this world, and using the probability formula to get the equation: P(A) = 1/7.3 billion, the odds of her appearing to me out of everyone are 1 in 7,300,000,000. If I were to get technical, I could also factor in the probability of the two of us being born in the same lifetime, of our parents coming together and conceiving us, and their parents, as well as everything else that involves us existing as we are now, in which case the value of the denominator would be countless infinities. I feel so prodigiously fortunate; everything right and